Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/8035333. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling Relationship: Albus_Dumbledore/Severus_Snape Character: Severus_Snape, Albus_Dumbledore Additional Tags: Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot Collections: Ink_Stained_Fingers Stats: Published: 2003-11-15 Words: 2826 ****** In the Garden of Eden ****** by noe [archived by ISF_Archivist] Summary Albus Dumbledore gives in to temptation, and discovers some things about Snape and himself. Notes This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this author or artist, please contact me using the e-mail address at the Ink_Stained_Fingers_collection profile. Author's notes: warnings: A mild chan issue, Snape is 16 here, voyeurism. This story was written for the Albus Dumbledore/Severus Snape Buggering Bee, part of the Snapledore Carnal Carnival, at http:// snapledore.slashcity.net/bee In the Garden of Eden In the Garden of Eden Albus Dumbledore would always remember that day: a clear January 13th, with a limpid blue sky and shreds of clouds hanging here and there; the immaculate white blanket left after the previous snowfall, the cold weather and the soft breeze. He was surrounded by beauty, but his thoughts at that moment were not pleasant: a new Dark Lord called Voldemort had began his terrorism on muggles and wizards alike, using subterfuge and murder. And Albus knew Voldemort's real name: at one time Tom Riddle had been just another pupil in one of his classes... But on that radiant winter afternoon the Headmaster wanted to clear his thoughts and calm his mind, while strolling over Hogwarts' lovely school grounds. Then he saw it. A student, obviously: the black robes identified them as such. And whoever they were, they were heading directly to the Forbidden Forest. Albus frowned. It wasn't the first time a student broke the rules with regard to entering the Forbidden Forest; neither would it be the last. They thought of it as a fantastic and exciting place, but forgot how dangerous it really was... So, quickly and silently, he started following the black-clad figure, all the while trying to identify the student. He was not sure, but guessed it to be a girl. She had long, black hair flowing over her shoulders, and her tall, thin, angular build seemed to indicate a sixth or seventh year. She advanced with long and fast steps, looking back often in a gesture that betrayed her anxiety. The first time she cast a backward glance, Albus had hidden behind a tree feeling silly for hiding from the rule-breaking pupil, but adrenaline had started racing through his body, and his always present desire for adventure and fun overrode his doubts. He would follow her, making sure she didn't notice him. The powerful wizard paused a moment to cast an invisibility spell upon himself, and then quickly resumed his stalking. The noise he made while following through the forest often startled his prey, but as she never saw anything or anybody, she continued on her way. Soon the Headmaster became aware that they were advancing next to the boundary of the Forest, not penetrating it. Instead they were heading towards the lake, and suddenly he guessed the students destination: the Green Lagoons. The Green lagoons were a swampy region on the eastern edge of the Forbidden Forest, and though only a few lagoons near the Great Lake were healthy, their water was extremely crystalline and pure. They owed their name to the emerald seaweed that covered the bottom of the lagoons -a useful ingredient in a great number of curative potions- but also to their beautiful and intricate sorroundings. The vegetable exuberance was such that it created a veritable microclimate that was always warmer than the general temperature, and it concealed this oasis from the Forest's inhabitants. Albus himself had only discovered this place not long ago, in spite of having lived at Hogwarts for many years now. He was astonished by the fact that a student knew of this place. Soon they reached their destination. The student entered the area showing such familiarity that bespoke of frequent and numerous visits, and Albus had to struggle to not lose sight of her. And then they were already there, on the shores of the largest lagoon. There wasnt any snow, and the grass was fresh. Albus suddenly felt extremely hot, and he had to loosen the winter cloak on his old shoulders. Actually, the temperature shouldnt exceed fifteen degrees Centigrade, but it was a clear contrast to the below zero temperature outside this little oasis. The mysterious student must also be feeling the heat, since she proceeded to remove her own cloak. She reached inside a pocket and took out a minuscule object, which with a flick of her wand was enlarged to a small bag. She deposited it on the ground and then proceeded to unbutton her robes, allowing them to fall down and whirl around her feet. Now Albus could appreciate the magnitude of his error: the student was no girl, but a boy, and by no means feminine. He had a long and thin body, not unlike the reeds growing in the shallows of the lagoon, and you could see his every bones. Approaching a bit more the Headmaster saw the students face, and finnaly Albus recognized him. Severus Snape, sixth year, Slytherin. Average level student in most subjects, quite good at DADA and Potions. And truly a maladjusted child. With scarcely any friends in his own house, Snape always sat alone at the Slytherin table during mealtimes. And so often that it had become tedious, he would be embroiled in one fight or another with the Gryffindors Potter and Black. It was pitiful that he never got any help from his house-mates; and even though his curses were nasty and spiteful, Snape usually ended up worse for the wear as opposed to his adversaries. To sum it up, Hogwarts was not a kind place for a student like him. Albus felt enormously for pupils with that fate, but nevertheless, there was not much he could do. Snape would be neither the first nor the last, and it would do Severus no good if Albus offered him a support and protection that society would never provide. If he had to learn how to survive, Hogwarts was the better place for it. The Headmaster's attention was abruptly returned to the here and now when the boy removed his underpants. Albus had never seen such a gray and worn-out garment; was this all he had? With fascination the Headmaster observed how Snape got undressed on the bank of the lagoon and then picked up a sponge and a bar of soap and began to wade into the clear water. For the shivers that wracked his body it had to be quite cold. The boy advanced until the water surface was level with his hips, and there he began to bathe with languid motions. It was as if in spite of the temperature and the place, this was the most enjoyable activity of the universe. Snape had tilted his head and his mouth was half-open. His long fingers squeezed the sponge and drew foam patterns on his body which floated and then fell apart in the water. Albus was mesmerized. Never in his long life had Albus ever spied on anybody, considering such an invasion of privacy a most ignoble act. But now he could not move, could not look away. He was horrified with himself for seeing such an intimate act and then not being able to turn away and leave, or at least warn the other of his presence. But instead he remained silent and still; his hungry eyes devouring every stream of water that wound its way down the boy's body, every inch of buttock revealed above the water's mirror-like surface, gently undulating against the boy's hips as he moved. Snape submerged and swam with the elegance of an eel; and when he broke the surface and straightened up, thousands of brilliant pearls twinkled on his washed skin, like dragons scales. With the same leisure he washed his hair; once, twice, up to three times before considering it shiny and soft enough. Locks so black they seemed dark blue caressed his shoulders, and Snape brushed through his hair with his long fingers, a smile on his face. Before, Albus had regarded his troublesome student as ugly; with that face full of angles and that big nose, those sunken eyes like black wells and that annoying smirk. Now he was like some dark water-nymph; it was as if every line and peculiarity fell into place, like some complex but harmonious melody that before had seemed only a cacophony of sound. The light which seeped through the arboreal dome made Snape's pupils shine like dark gems, and his thin lips seemed to be redder. The cold had caused a blush on his cheeks and body, and his skin that had been a sallow hue now  seemed like cream. Albus was shocked by such metamorphosis, and his horror became sharper when he became aware of the effect this unexpected vision of beauty was having on his groin. The Headmaster scolded himself with severity, how much older was he than his incautious student? And nevertheless, the sensuality of the moment was such that Albus felt his erection grow. Of course, he thought that when he reached and passed the impressive age of one hundred years, these things could not happen without a premeditated manual effort, and they rarely had. So the fact that such a miracle would "rise up" of its own accord, was sufficient to accelerate the process to a state in which the venerable wizard hadn't been in many years. Cheeks burning with shame, Albus once again checked the invisibility charm, and then opened his exterior robes to relieve some of the heat in his body. In front of him Snape waded to the shore to leave his things, and then turned to swim. Albus exhaled in relief as his arousal diminished slightly, while he observed Snape merely playing in the water. And then, when the Headmaster was was finally starting to feel more relaxed, the devilish boy chose to stand up and begin a new game. His blue eyes almost popping out, Albus gaped when Snape began to caress himself, until his prick was hard and standing up straight from its nest of black curls. The Headmaster's own prick seemed to enjoy this vision, because it became stiff again and strained against the constraints of his clothes for freedom. Albus bit his lips trying to resist his animal urges, trying to make his mind blank. What kind of professor was he if he masturbated at the sight of one of his pupils? And a minor! The perversion was such that for a moment he almost managed to regain control of himself. But then an insidious voice inside his head reminded him that, to begin with, hadn't he already crossed the line of perversion when he remained to spy on an innocent and unsuspecting while he undressed and started his ablutions? Besides, if Snape was a sixth year he would already be sixteen, legally an adult... Albus wanted to dismiss this justification: to his eyes the boy was nothing more than another child in his care... Nevertheless, standing there in front of him, masturbating leisurely, Snape was a young man. Before Albus could stop himself, his hand had reached down and was opening the necessary buttons to liberate his own impressive member. A groan escaped from his lips, and Snape stopped immediately, looking around nervously. The Headmaster held his breath, his hand clutching his throbbing sex, but the usual clamor from the forest's inhabitants helped to allay any suspicions and conceal his presence. The young man relaxed, and then came out of the water to lie down on the shore, spreading his legs to more easily pleasure himself. Albus cautiously approached the stretched out boy. His pale skin contrasted strikingly with the pallid wet sand soil, his black hair surrounded him like an aureole. Snapes eyes were closed; weak moans and whispers escaped from his lips. His right hand on his sex moved while his left caressed the smooth skin of his left thigh and his testicles. With a sigh Snape stopped, and he turned onto his right hip. He sucked on two fingers for a moment, and then proceeded to push them up his arse, while his other hand resumed its ministrations on his swollen prick. The image was almost enough to make to Headmaster come, and ceasing his own frantic masturbation for a moment, he drew a little near so that he was beside Snape. He needed more, to touch him, to kiss him. But his fear to be discovered had him petrified, he couldnt do anything more than stand so close to the boy. Snape was now panting, his face tightened at the effort it took to penetrate himself in that awkward position, as well as at the rapid stroking of his prick. Soon it was too much, and with a scream he came on the sand. Albus found himself comings as well, mostly in his own hand though a few drops managed to fall on the teenage boy before him. Thankfully, in his orgasm Snape didn't notice. He ran his fingers through the semen on his hips, unknowingly mixing it with the come of his voyeur, and then moved it towards his buttocks, pushing it inside with his fingers. The young man expressed a contented purr, already half hard again. Just the sight of that nearly made Albus' heart stand still, and had he not long past a century in age, he was sure his own prick would have been in the same way. With his heart beating full speed the Headmaster backed away towards the protection of the foliage, once again checking his invisibility spell, and at the same time cleaning himself quickly so as to once more be presentable. On the shore the boy continued leisurely with the slow exploration of his bottom, still masturbating, until he had come a second time. Albus observed him trying to catch his breath; remembering the marvels of being sixteen years old. At the same time he was shocked by what had just happened. Silently he watched the boy freshen up again, and then wash his worn-out pants in the lagoon before drying them with a flick of his wand. Snape dressed quickly, shivering, and when he finished he did something surprising. He extracted a vial from one of his robe pockets, and began to spread a dark goo on his shiny hair. At once it looked heavy and greasy again, ugly locks surrounding his face. It was like watching a butterfly transform into a worm, back to a caterpillar; his skin regained its unhealthy hue, and the boy forced his face back into its usual, perpetual scowl. With his mask and disguise up, Snape left the sanctity of the Green Lagoons. Albus did not follow him. For a long moment he remained standing there, contemplating all that he had just seen and done; all the things he had discovered about Snape and himself. Still shocked he returned to the castle, and that night it was difficult for him to find sleep. Images of the afternoon were replayed in his mind, driving him to distraction. The Headmaster put his memories into his pensieve to be able to analyze them with more objectivity, but instead he only discovered more viewpoints to contemplate and enjoy the pleasant and arousing vision of his students form. The truth was that his desire for adventure and surprises had driven him to discover a dark part of his soul... But he guessed it was best to know his weaknesses, so that he could face them, and in the future overcome them. Albus examined his own conscience, and concluded that up to this moment he had never felt sexually attracted to a student. It was such a relief, to be able to review the names and bodies and not to feel anything more than care, tenderness, and on occasions, regret. He had made so many mistakes as a teacher and Headmaster! Present Tom Riddle was proof of that. But nevertheless, he didn't believe that he had ever felt the urge to commit, let along be able to, any type of sexual coercion upon any of them. In fact, he had never been attracted to Snape before. The boy, in his normal appearance, was almost disgusting... Who could imagine that a nymph was hiding behind that ugly and greasy faade? Not to mention the fact that he had an entirely unpleasant personality: Snape was violent, shameless and spiteful. It was true that his main antagonists, Black and Potter, weren't saints either; but they lacked his Slytherin wickedness. Though ... was this really true? Might there exist a valuable and beautiful soul beneath all that anger, just like there was such an enchanting dark beauty underneath all that grease and behind that scowl? He scarcely knew Snape,it was generally his Head of House who scolded him. Why had he come to think of Snape so harshly? Was he failing more students? Slytherin house had the most complex and troublesome pupils: was he letting his ignorance and bias prejudice him? The Headmaster resolved to rethink his attitude from that moment on. But next day, the problems of the war against You-Know-Who demanded all his time, and soon his good intentions vanished into thin air. He had so much work and worries... Slowly and inevitably Snape dissapeared from his mind. But the memories of that evening, however, would remain in his pensieve for a very long, long time... END Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!