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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling, Snarry_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter_&_Severus_Snape, Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy/
      Ron_Weasley
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape, Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      snarry, Implied_Mpreg, Top_Harry, Bottom_Harry, Top_Severus_Snape, Bottom
      Severus_Snape
  Series:
      Part 1 of Strawberries_and_Phoenix_Tears
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-26 Updated: 2018-03-15 Chapters: 45/? Words: 89345
****** Strawberries and Phoenix Tears ******
by JenTheSnarryShipper
Summary
     Read this Before Proceeding: This is Rated Explicit Content, and will
     be highly graphic with smut. These characters belong to J.K. Rowling
     (I own nothing). Why is seventeen year old Harry able to save Severus
     Snape, the most-hated professor at Hogwarts? This is is an alternate
     Harry Potter universe, where Harry and Snape are together while
     Harry's still in school. The age of seventeen is considered an adult
     in this fanfic, and is often the case in other Snarry fics. **Please
     do not read if you dislike the idea of a seventeen year old
     canoodling with his older professor.**
     **Implied MPreg in much later chapters!**
     HP/SS, RW/DM
***** Chapter One: A Look Into the Past *****
Chapter One: A Look Into the Past
Harry leant up against the glass wall, cringing as Nagini attacked Snape
against his will.  He heard him cry sharply, then he stopped when the Dark Lord
called his snake back to him, leaving Severus Snape to die. 
Harry felt the tears beginning to form in his eyes as he stumbled to the other
side of the glass.  His face sagged devastatingly when Snape looked up at him. 
Harry grabbed his neck to hopefully stop the bleeding, but he knew it wouldn’t
do much good. 
Snape’s coal black eyes bore into Harry’s gaze.  Harry had never seen the man
so utterly frightened.  Harry wept softly as Severus Snape’s head was cradled
in his hands.  Up until this point, he still thought of Snape as a Death
Eater—a man who had betrayed Dumbledore by killing him. 
But now, as his tears fell onto Severus’ open wounds, he finally understood
that this man—thisbrave man—was always protecting him, and him alone.  He’s
dying for me, Harry thought, as Snape started to cry. 
“Take them,” Snape motioned to the tears on his cheek, “Take them all!”  He
cried more, as Harry got out an empty vial from his pocket.  The tears streamed
into the vial.  Harry shakily took it away from his face, putting a stopper
over it, shoving it quickly but carefully into his pocket.
“Look at me, Harry.”  Snape said, as Harry’s eyes snapped back into the fading
black ones. 
“You cry for me…” He wiped a tear from Harry’s cheek. Harry leant into the pale
hand, cupping it with his own.  He didn’t know why, but he kissed the back of
Snape’s hand.  It seemed like a silent way of saying I’ll miss you.  The
professor squeezed Harry’s hand in response, with their fingers intertwined.
Harry scooted closer to the brave, dying man before him.  He embraced him very
gently, as not to cause more bleeding.  “You…” Harry stammered, catching his
breath, “It’s always been you, Snape—Severus.”  He corrected, knowing it would
mean more to Severus if he used his first name.  After all, the man was dying
in his arms—it is an intimate moment, Harry admitted to himself.
“Always.”  The raspy voice said in Harry’s ear.  Both their cheeks were wet
with sadness and tears, dripping down to Snape’s wounds.  Harry looked down at
his lashed neck, all from Voldemort’s doing.  The bastard, he thought, as he
leaned his head down to touch his lips lightly above the bleeding scratch.  He
couldn’t have said why he did it; it just seemed like the right thing to do at
the time.  Harry moved up to Severus’ damp cheek, kissing it softly, then to
his feverish forehead.  He even kissed his nose—which, strangely, now seemed to
be more beautiful in this moment to Harry. 
“Harry,” Severus breathed on the student’s neck.  Harry looked into his eyes,
placing his forehead on Snape’s, gently rocking him back and forth.  All of
this seemed to happen so quickly, it was almost like a race to show each other
kindness within their final moment together.  Snape too, now saw Harry as a
completely different boy.  A man, in fact, he thought as Harry was gently
pressing his forehead to his own.  Of all things in his final minutes, he would
never have guessed that the Golden Boy would be comforting him, let alone
crying for him.  He felt so safe in Harry’s grasp, but so devastated to leave
him alone to fight Voldemort. 
Severus had no idea what came over him, but he had a sudden burst of energy. 
His neck, his arms, then even his legs had stopped hurting. 
“Oh, S-Sev-erus…don’t leave…” Harry begged, closing his eyes.  As much as he
used to hate Snape, the so-called “Evil Potions Master” at Hogwarts, he never
wanted this for him. 
As Harry’s tears trickled down thickly upon Snape’s other neck wounds, both men
looked down.  The wounds clasped shut, just like Fawkes had done when he cried
on Harry in the Chamber of Secrets. 
Severus was in disbelief, but he wanted to live so badly, he brought a finger
to wipe a tear from Harry’s face then dragged it across another wound on his
arm.  The wound tightly closed, and Severus felt no pain at all.
Even Nagini’s poison was clearing itself from Snape’s bloodstream.  Neither men
knew why this was happening, but they went along with it.  They worked together
on taking more of Harry’s tears and wiping them across each wound—which wasn’t
a problem, since Harry was still weeping pretty hard from the fear and shock of
it all.
Severus’s eyes were no longer dim and faded, but full of life.  He stared into
Harry’s shiny emerald eyes, as if looking into them for the first time. 
Although neither men knew what to say, Harry broke the silence.  “How did—I
mean, I didn’t know I could do that.  How did I do that—how do you feel?”  He
stammered so quickly, he thought about saying it all over again.  Snape opened
his lips, then closed them, thinking for a moment. 
He remembered reading something a long while ago, after Harry had been saved by
Fawkes in his second year.  He wanted to do research on Phoenix tears, when he
came across a book called Phoenix Tears: Love’s Match and Savior.  It was quite
intricate and complex, the way Phoenix tears could work in the human body. 
Once someone had been healed by a Phoenix, they could also heal others, but the
other individual also had to have been healed by a Phoenix.  That’s strange,
Severus thought.  He had never been healed by a Phoenix—certainly not Fawkes. 
The damned bird always squawked at him whenever he accepted lemon drops from
Albus.  He doubted the thing cared for him at all.  Once Fawkes even set his
robes ablaze when he was the new Headmaster.  The daft creature, Snape thought
bitterly.
After this quick thought, Severus opened his chapped lips, still recovering
from being so very near death.  “I…I feel alive.  Merlin, I thought…” He
trailed off, not knowing what to say to the boy—the man that saved his life. 
Harry smiled so big, in such a relief, that he started laughing, with his arms
still wrapped around Severus.  He let out a big sigh, and hugged the man before
him.  “Always.”  He repeated to Snape.
Harry couldn’t see, with his head against Severus’ but Snape actually smiled. 
He held Harry close and grinned like a fool, knowing he was alive and could
still protect him.  It’s what Lily would have wanted.  How he loved her—as a
best friend, and no less than that.  It was James he’d lusted after—the one who
always teased him and picked on him.  A handful of times, James had even
reciprocated that lust, but James didn’t like Severus’ obsession with Dark
Magic, so he chose Lily. 
Severus pulled Harry away from him, who was still trying to comprehend the
situation.  He attempted to stand up, but his legs felt like Jell-O.  He
grunted in irritation.
“No, Severus,” Harry said sternly, “you can’t move.  If you move, he’ll find
you again, and try to kill you.  I won’t let that happen.”  He stated with
newfound bravery.  “It’s far from over, but I’m going to fight him soon.”
“I can’t let you go unprotected, Pot—Harry.  It was what your mother would have
wanted—for me to protect you.”  Snape said just as sternly as Harry.  “You
can’t protect me this time.  It just has to be me and him.”  Harry said, slowly
getting his wand out of his robes.  Somehow, he knew Snape wouldn’t believe
him.  Before Snape could get another word out, he cast a spell putting the
older man into a deep slumber.  He then bent down to him and whispered, “If I
make it out of this, I’ll come back for you.” 
He decided to scribble a note for Snape on a piece of parchment for when he
woke up.  By then, he should be fully healed anyway, Harry thought.  He lied
the note on Snape’s lap and spread his invisibility cloak over the body.  Harry
then wiped away his tears, remembered the vial of Snape’s memories, and decided
to go to the Pensieve.  Then, he’d find Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest to
finally end this war.
***** Chapter Two: The End of War *****
Chapter Two: The End of War
The Great Hall was packed with students.  After defeating Voldemort, the castle
had been such a mess from the war that all the students felt inclined to work
together to fix their school.  Some of their parents even showed up to help by
casting protection charms and nearly exhausting their magic.  Harry could still
hear the cast Reparo! over and over in his head.  Merlin, that’d been a hard
week.
Alas, everyone seemed to be safe again inside the newly fixed Hogwarts Castle. 
They awaited their well-deserved end of the year feast to appear, but first,
there were some announcements to be made.  At the front of the Hall, as always,
sat Hagrid, Slughorn, Trelawney, Sprout, Flitwick, and finally, Snape, who sat
right next to Harry for this special occasion.  Snape was offered his position
as Headmaster, but, in truth, he very much enjoyed being the Potions Master at
Hogwarts.  Not to mention, he got to live in the dungeons as the Head of
Slytherin. 
He talked it over with Minerva after the castle was fixed, and she gladly took
the position.  Sure, she had a lot on her plate, still being the Head of
Gryffindor and the Transfigurations Professor, but she wasn’t worried a bit. 
She was just glad to relieve Severus of the daunting Headmaster position, after
all he’d been through.  She looked over at him from the middle of the table and
smiled.  He raised an eyebrow to this, but a small hint of a smirk escaped
him.  He was very glad to have Minerva as a friend, and even he couldn’t deny
the immense relief he felt when she didn’t blame him for killing Albus.
Harry looked down at the Gryffindor table, scanning for Ron and Hermione.  For
some reason, he couldn’t find Ron anywhere, but he did find Hermione very
quickly.  She gave him a small waved and beamed; she was so proud of Harry for
all he’d been though, with the war and all.
Ginny was sitting next to her, staring him down.  Harry looked away and sighed
deeply, sipping his pumpkin juice.  He felt Snape staring at him.  Sure enough,
Snape wore his signature eyebrow raise for Harry. 
“Girl troubles, Potter?”  He said in his deep voice, suppressing a chuckle. 
Harry laughed into his pumpkin juice, quickly grabbing a napkin to wipe his
nose.  “God, Severus!   How did you know?”  Harry whispered, still chuckling.  
He didn’t want to force the man to call him “Harry” instead of “Potter,” but
Harry called him Severus anyway.  Once you save a man’s life, Harry thought,
might as well be on first-name-basis.
Snape almost smiled at the corner of his mouth, but repressed it.  “She has
been staring up at you for quite some time now.  I’m surprised you just
noticed.”  Harry blushed deeply, wondering why Snape cared about this. 
Severus knew Harry wasn’t interested in Ginny—after all, he’d been roaming the
halls at night for years now.  He was quite shocked to see Riley, a Slytherin
boy no-less, and the Golden Boy sharing tongue in the Astronomy Tower.  Though,
he had suspected Harry might be gay after he broke it off with Cho so quickly. 
Despite it all, Snape never said a word.  Snape knew what it was like, trying
to keep up an acceptable appearance.
Harry stammered in response to Severus, “Ginny, well, s-she’s nice and all, b-
but,” Harry bit his lower lip, trying to calm himself.  He went even redder. 
Surprisingly, Snape interrupted him saying, “Potter, no need to explain.  I, of
all people, understand what it is like to keep up…certain…facades.”  He
whispered the last word as though he was seething.  Harry grinned at this. 
Three years ago, that look on Snape’s face would have scared him stiff, but now
that he knew him better, he found Snape to be a very understanding man. 
“You’re fucking hilarious, Severus.  You know that?”  Harry bumped his shoulder
playfully as Snape almost choked on his chocolate cake.  Harry patted his back,
“Come on now, can’t have you dying on me again!”  He started laughing.  Severus
swallowed the cake and couldn’t hold back a grin.  Wow, he looks so much
happier like this, Harry thought at seeing Snape’s closed half-smile. 
Both men looked away and at Headmistress McGonagall, who was about to give the
end-of-the-year speech.  It’d be much different than ones previous ones, Snape
suspected. 
“Good evening, fellow students.  As many of you may already know, I am thrilled
to say that the entire school has been repaired.  Thank you all so much for
helping, and give special thanks to your guardians who helped as well!”  She
scanned the crowd—all students so happy, grinning from ear-to-ear, now that the
war is over.  It nearly made her heart melt to see everyone at peace again. 
Well, except for that Weasley girl, still staring Harry down, as if she could
win him over that way.  McGonagall continued.
“Before we begin with the annual end-of-the-year feast, I must say that I have
been honored with the position of Headmistress at Hogwarts.”  Everyone clapped
for her.  She turned and smiled at Harry.  “Harry Potter would like to say a
few important words before we begin the feast as well, so give him your full
attention!”  Everyone clapped, hooted and hollered.  Harry waited for them to
settle down.  Of course, they all cheer for the Golden Boy, Snape thought
bitterly, sipping his pumpkin juice.  I wish it was whiskey.  He looked down
into the empty glass.
Harry cleared his throat.  “As you all know, Voldemort is dead—“ he raised his
hand at the audience to silence their cheering, “but I’m not the one you should
be cheering for.”  Hmm…where is he going with this?  Severus thought, raising
an eyebrow at Harry as he looked at him.  He narrowed his eyes at Harry,
wondering why he was smiling goofily at him like that.
“You see, believe it or not, I do not consider myself a hero by any means.” 
The crowd was appalled, but Harry was unaffected.  “There is one man who,
admittedly, I used to think was evil.  In fact, at my first year at Hogwarts,
when Voldemort almost acquired the Sorcerer’s Stone, I’d thought that the man
was trying to kill me, when actually, he saved my life.  Time and time again,”
Harry looked over to Snape, seeing his coal black eyes glimmer, “he has risked
himself to save me.  Without him, I would be dead, and without him, this war
would have been never-ending.” 
Harry pulled something out of his pocket—it looked like his invisibility
cloak.  Hermione gaped at him: she knew what he was about to do.  Her eyebrows
went up in surprise.  Ginny asked her, “What?  What’s he doing?”  She was
always so clueless.  Hermione shook her head at her, shushing her quietly.
“Professor Snape, if you would be so kind to join me?”  Harry grinned joyfully,
with tears in his eyes, motioning for Severus to come join him.  To say Snape
was startled was an understatement.  Flitwick gave him a push, and soon Snape
was up front and center with Harry.   “Thank you,” Harry said gleefully. 
Snape could only stare back in surprise as Harry held his invisibility cloak in
his left hand.  Harry turned to the crowd, “My father passed this invisibility
cloak down to me, and it’s come in handy, but—“ he turned to Severus again, who
was wide-eyed, “Professor Snape could always see right through it! I must have
lost 100 house points due to wandering the castle at night.”  Harry looked down
at the cloak as the crowd burst in laughter.  Even Snape had chuckled.
“Severus Snape,” Harry said proudly, “is the real hero.  He deserves this cloak
more than I do, and I would be honored to give it to him.”  Harry locked eyes
with Severus, handing him the cloak.  The crowd was cheering so loudly the
tables were shaking, but it all seemed muffled with Harry looking at him.  Me…a
hero. Severus snorted.  Never had he anticipated this to come.  He watched
Harry pull one more item out of his pocket. 
“One more thing.  I grant Professor Snape this medal of honor for bravery—I
could have never—“ Harry started to tear up again, “I couldn’t have done what
he did for us—for all of us.”  Snape bowed his head slightly as Harry put the
medal around his neck.  He felt the man shake his hand, but Harry pulled them
closer together in a hug.  Only seconds went by, which seemed like minutes, as
Harry held Severus tightly around him. 
“I—I don’t,” Snape cleared his throat, “Harry, that was wonderful, thank you.” 
He whispered so only Harry could hear.  The cheering subsided when McGonagall
allowed the students to begin their feast.  Harry still held Severus for a
moment, saying, “When you have time—flip the medal over.  It has an
inscription.”  Harry sniffled, backing away.  Severus was beaming.  It made
Harry smile from ear-to-ear.  Both men chuckled and headed back to their seats,
still a little in shock.
Discreetly, when Harry was talking to Flitwick, Severus studied the medallion. 
On the front, it said, “For the Bravest Man I’ve ever known: Severus Snape.” 
He flipped it over.  “Always,” it read.  That’d been what they said during
Snape’s near-death moment.  He clutched the medal to his heart, looking down at
his plate. 
Snape then decided he wanted to thank Harry properly, after all those gifts and
titles.  It really was nice, what Harry had done, even if he disagreed with
him.  He never thought of himself as a hero—rather, an ex-Death Eater who swore
to protect the Boy Who Lived.  But, this aside, he had to do something.
He laid a hand on his knee.  “Harry?”  The wizard looked at him happily.  Harry
laid his hand on Severus’ in response.  Strange…this feels nice.  Harry
thought, then shook off the thought.  Snape began in his rich voice, “I would
like to thank you properly for the many things you’ve done for me tonight.  No
one has done anything like that for me, Pot—Harry.”  Harry smiled at the
correction of his name.  Maybe we can be friends after all this.  He thought
gleefully, rubbing Snape’s hand.  “I have a bottle of whiskey in my quarters:
it’d be the least I could do, if you’d want to join me tonight in
celebration.”  Severus was a bit shaky, so Harry intertwined the pale fingers
with his own. 
“I would be honored, Severus.”  Harry said, feeling truly touched that the
Potions Master wanted to invite him into his territory, into his home!  It was
unheard of, for Snape to invite anyone but staff members into his chambers,
with the exception of Draco, that is.  Both men smirked and moved away from one
another, wishing everyone a good-bye until next term.
***** Chapter Three: Awaken *****
Chapter Three: Awaken
                          --Five Days after the War--
“Professor…”  Harry started, half-contented and half-bewildered by the events
that’d taken their alarming toll.  Voldemort was dead.  Harry was alive.  Even
Severus Snape was alive.
The bright light shone around both Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore, and
although it was nearly blinding to the human eye, Harry felt it seep into his
skin, making him calmer than he’d ever felt before.  His anxiety, usually
through the roof, was completely diminished.  The older man turned toward him,
maintaining that knowing glint in his eyes.
“…My Patronus…is a doe: the same as Sev-Professor Snape’s.”  He paused, looking
for some sort of clue in Dumbledore’s face toward what that could mean. 
Instead, the man gave him a small smile, holding Harry’s gaze. 
Harry continued, “It’s a bit strange, don’t you think?  I mean…” he paused,
looking down at the white level beneath him, “what could that possibly infer?” 
Dumbledore stood there, unaffected and completely unsurprised by Harry’s
question.  If anything, he felt bad that the boy hadn’t realized sooner of
Snape’s true intentions.  Though, Harry had good reason to mistrust him in his
earlier years at Hogwarts, due to his mysterious and very dark façade, he had
hoped, much earlier, that Harry would have understood the care behind Snape’s
intimidating sneer. 
The silence lingered, but only for a moment, as Albus formed the best
explanation he could muster. 
“Dear Harry, my boy, you have been through so much by now: far too much, far
too soon.  I was, quite honestly, so relieved to find you and Professor Snape
to have saved each other, in the end.”  Harry stepped back, involuntarily.  His
thoughts were swirling with attempted reasoning.  “After all, your tears—they
performed enough magic to save Severus, did they not?” 
Harry assumed it was a rhetorical question, but he softly said, “Yes, though I
still do not understand…”  Dumbledore put his hand up, as to stop Harry from
proceeding.  “Ah, but you will, in the right time, my dear boy.”  He wore a big
smile, making Harry feel very much like a school-boy being offered lemon-
drops.  His body stiffened as the older continued, “What is important is this:
you have been saved—just as Severus Snape has been.  You both have been given…a
chance, if you will.
“I press you not to worry, Harry.  Everything, from the matching Patronus’ to
the magic within your tears, will make perfect sense.  But now, it is time for
me to go.”  Dumbledore’s eyes obtained their mysterious twinkle as he turned
around, walking into the even whiter-light before him.
“No—please!”  Harry cried out, still too taken aback from Dumbledore’s answer
to move. 
“Harry!”  Ron shook his arm frantically.  “Wake up, mate!” 
Harry looked at him with terror.  “Oi!  What?  Dumbledore!”  He shook with
anxiety.  Ron just rubbed his shoulders.  “Mate, it was just a dream, okay? 
You alright?  You look kind of…pale.”  Harry’s chest was still heaving, but
Ron’s comforting allowed Harry to finally get ahold of himself.  He put on his
glasses mechanically, and looked up at Ron’s worried face. 
“Oh, erm…”  Feeling quite flustered, Harry continued.  “Same old dream,
actually.  You know, the one with Dumbledore and I discussing my Patronus.”  He
said, feeling a little better after Ron summoned him a glass of cold water. 
“Oh, right!  Merlin, Harry—what’s it been now, five days in a row with that
dream?  It’s strange—even for you!  I mean, with Voldemort dead and all…’Mione
and I figured you’d be sleeping quite well, at this point.”  Ron stated this
with concern, and upmost care.  Harry frowned a bit.  He knew he should be
having “normal” dreams now, but then again, his life’s never been normal, has
it?  He sighed, looking up at Ron again.
“Well, who knows why it keeps happening?  It probably doesn’t mean anything
except I need to get my head checked.”  Ron laughed at this, thankfully.  He
slapped Harry on the back.  “God, Harry!  ‘Mione and I would have told you if
you’d gone bonkers!”  Harry and Ron laughed together.  Ron wiped away a small
tear from his eye, still chuckling. 
“Thanks for lookin’ out for me.  I’m starved—let’s get breakfast, yeah?”  Harry
sat up, summoning his muggle t-shirt and jeans to change into.  Ron nodded in
agreement, doing the same.
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                           --The Day after the War--
Severus Snape had woken up precisely one day after the war had taken place. 
Madam Pomfrey was most kind, helping him back to health.  Of course, Harry had
somehow magically saved his life with his tears, nevertheless, Madam Pomfrey
insisted on giving him a full check-up.  She wasn’t convinced that he was
healed by tears—not that Severus could blame her.  It did sound quite daft.
“I assure you, if I were dying, I would let you know.  Now, please excuse me—“ 
Just about to get out of bed, he was cut off by a loud snore.  His gaze drifted
to the other side of his bed, where he found a sleeping Harry Potter.  There
was a long drool mark below his lip, and his glasses were still on.  He
shifted, stretched, and finally blinked his eyes open.  Snape was gaping at
him, and Pomfrey had her arms crossed.  It gave him such a start that he nearly
fell out of the chair.
“S-S-Sir!”  Harry said, now quite aware that his voice was high-pitched.  He
cleared his throat.  “How’re you feeling?  Are you okay?  Oh God, how long have
you been awake?”  Harry asked, bolting up out of his chair near Snape.  He
looks so…alarmed?  Snape closed his gaping mouth in surprise. 
“You…slept here.”  It wasn’t a question, but it was all Snape could say. 
“Not to worry, dear.  He’s just woken up, right before you did.”  Pomfrey
answered Harry.  Then she narrowed her eyes at Snape, her arms still crossed. 
“And you’d better thank that boy!  Even Idon’t know how he saved your life, and
I’m a mediwitch!  Hmmpf!”  She grunted and walked away stiffly. 
Snape was startled as Harry grasped his hand.  “No—Severus—don’t listen to
her.  You don’t need to thank me.  I wanted to save you.”  Harry said, with
honesty.  Gryffindor pride, indeed.  Snape sneered back at him.  Harry wanted
to save him?  He stifled a snort at the very thought.
“Potter—you can’t be serious.  Who’d believe that you would want to save me: A
Death Eater, slave to The Dark Lord?  A loathsome Potions Master who lurks the
halls at night?”  He pierced Harry’s gaze with daggered eyes, only to find a
soft-green gaze looking back at him.  Why’s he looking at me like that? 
Severus considered, furrowing his brows.  His hand received a gentle squeeze
from the other wizard.  Harry pulled up his chair to Severus’ bed at sat down
next to him, just looking at their intertwined hands.
Before, Harry would have said Snape’s hands were the nastiest he’d seen,
covered in potion-stains, not to mention the things he’s done with them as a
Death Eater.  He could only imagine how many Unforgivables were cast by these
hands. 
But now, things were different.  He knew the truth about the Potions Master:
how many times these hands had saved his life.  How much the man had loved his
parents, as he learned from the Pensieve, and how much Dumbledore trusted him. 
All the snide comments, the sneers, and the insults he’d heard from Severus
seemed to wash away from his mind.  He considered all this as he held the long-
fingered, pale hand in his own. 
“The war’s over.”  Harry said to Snape’s hand.  Snape’s eyes went wide.  Relief
flooded him from his neck to his toes.  “Harry—you mean—he’s dead?  The Dark
Lord is dead?” 
Harry nodded, finally looking up into the coal-black eyes.  Severus’ mouth
twitched, as if he wanted to smile, but didn’t let himself.  “Merlin,” was all
Snape could say, looking distant. 
Harry smiled up at the man, stroking Severus’s covered arm with his other hand
now.  Finally, the grin broke through on Snape’s mouth.  He looked back at
Harry once again with teary eyes.  That look was all it took for Harry to burst
into tears, lurching closer to Severus, burying his head against his blanketed
chest.  Incomprehensible muffles were all that could be heard as Harry
continued to sob mercifully. 
Unable to do or say anything else—from either the shock of the Dark Lord’s
death or the insanity of Harry Potter’s current behavior—Severus Snape took his
hand to Harry’s back, the other stroking through the man’s wrangled dark hair. 
He felt a wet streak upon his cheek, but he did not dare take his hands off of
Potter.  He’d been through the worst of it, Snape thought to himself.
It was then he chose to look around the room: Ron Weasley was sound asleep in
the bed next to him, with Miss Granger asleep at his side.  Even Longbottom was
there, adjacent to a sleeping Luna Lovegood.  Rows of beds were in sight,
filled with ill-students, teachers, and even parents. 
Suddenly, it hit him that Harry could have been aside anyone’s bed here—perhaps
even that Weasley girl, Ginny, who fancied him so much.  Or Riley, perhaps?  He
looked down at the seventeen year old.
Why was the Golden Boy, the savior of the wizarding world, otherwise known as
Harry Potter, was sobbing softly into the greasy-Potion-Master’s chest? 
Severus continued to softly stroke the boy’s hair as the shock and irony seeped
in.  Finally the sobbing had stopped, and had been replaced by soft snores. 
Severus sighed, letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding for so
long.
***** Chapter Four: A Trip to the Dungeons *****
Chapter Four: A Trip to the Dungeons
Harry had hoped he was dressed appropriately for Snape’s quarters.  What was
the occasion, anyway?  A celebration, perhaps, but he couldn’t recall a time in
the past when Snape wanted to celebrate anything.  Even at Christmas, the
Professor would make an uncomfortable appearance for the feast in the Great
Hall, and he’d swift that black cloak behind him as he stalked back down into
his dungeon hideaway.  He probably doesn’t have anyone to celebrate with, Harry
thought sadly. 
Then again, Harry really didn’t have a family to celebrate with either—not
related by blood, that is.  The Dursleys were as cruel to him on December 25th
as they were on any other day, if not more so.  Though, it was always
comforting to know that he was welcome at the Weasleys’ Burrow.  Molly Weasley
never failed to deliver him that annual Christmas sweater.  Even during the
war, when he and Hermione were hunting horcruxes, he found a mysterious brown
package at the foot of his bed.  It still puzzled him as to how she did
that—there was glass on the floor, along with a broken window, so he’d assumed
the package was charmed somehow to fly right to him.  Mrs. Weasley was always
underestimated for her magical talents.
Just like Severus Snape was always underestimated, Harry drifted in thought. 
The seventeen-year-old-wizard remembered what it was like to hold Snape in his
arms earlier that evening.  He closed his eyelids, imagining it all over again,
letting himself enjoy that deep scent.  He smelt a bit like spicy cinnamon and,
surprisingly, fresh strawberries, to Harry’s amusement.  Just picturing Snape
eating a strawberry was strikingly hilarious for some reason.  He sniggered
aloud at that. 
Previously, Harry would have been repulsed by the older man, imagining him
smelling like a mixture of horrid potions ingredients.  Oh, how he’d imagined
differently of Severus Snape now, the man who saved his messy life, the man who
smelled of strawberries…
He twirled in the mirror, checking out his sleek green trimmed robe.  He
transfigured it just right—the rest was an even deeper green, allowing the
lighter emerald edges to stand out.  He knew it reeked of Slytherin colours:
that was the point.  And it brings out my eyes.  The eyes that Snape’s bore
into…I hope Severus likes it. He straightened it out, in admiration of the
robe.
Hardly a moment later, Harry caught himself frowning in the mirror.  He felt
troubled, even more-so than usual, especially after that intimate moment with
Severus nine days ago.  Blood was pooled beneath the older man and himself,
Harry’s thoughts swirling in regret of his history with Snape, feeling so
utterly lost. 
He felt as if Snape weren’t the only one who was near death’s door that night. 
And Harry didn’t feel that way because of the threats of war, or even
Voldemort.  No, not any of that rubbish—he faced that crap day-to-day.  As he
held that man’s cringing face, Harry realized, after all that time he spent
worrying about his friends’ safety, or even about how he was supposed to defeat
the darkest wizard the world had ever known…he knew nothing of true love.  As
much as he loved Ron and Hermione, both wonderful and trustworthy friends, they
were two of the very few individuals who treated him like he wasn’t “The Boy
Who Lived.”  He only had an occasional snog with Riley, and even that
relationship had been short and painful. 
As Harry kissed the forehead of his potions professor in that Astronomy Tower,
he was silently thanking the man who should have been his most trustworthy
ally.  All those cruel remarks about Harry being famous and spoiled raced in
his mind—his first few years at Hogwarts, those comments were hurtful, but
Severus Snape helped him past that initial hurt.  Harry gained confidence from
all Snape’s snarling: gave him enough to defeat Voldemort.  But he was blinded
by hate, as Lupin told him once before.  He couldn’t get past his pride until
the man was literally dying in his arms.
His soul surely would have broken in two if Snape had fallen to his end.  He’d
no bloody idea how his tears could obtain such powerful healing magic, but the
important thing was, Severus Snape lived. 
The regret hit him like a tidal wave crashing straight into his heart as he
looked into those beautiful onyx eyes.   It was strange to think about, but
Harry felt like he had a lot in common with his potions professor.  He had to
get to know him better—he swore to himself: not out of guilt or pity, though
Harry knew he truly was indebted to Snape.  Out of…curiosity?  Need?  Harry
wasn’t quite sure—he just knew that this was something he had to do, otherwise,
he might combust. 
Harry knew what his thoughts sounded like.  To be friends with Severus Snape? 
Gods, what has it come to? 
Then again, Harry thought to himself, anyone who wants to befriend me now can’t
get past the bloody scar on my forehead.  Voldemort is dead, but I’m still
cursed. 
He remembered when Hagrid loudly broke that door down to give him his
acceptance letter to Hogwarts.  I’m…just Harry.  For eleven years of his life,
he was nothing special: in fact, the Dursleys made him believe he was just the
opposite.  Then, his whole life turned upside down within the span of an hour. 
Rooms he walked in would go silent.  People would stare and point at him, as if
he were a zoo animal on exhibit.  And even when he was just an observer at the
zoo, he’d ended up making a scene by speaking in Parseltongue to a bloody
snake!  No, he was never normal.
Though he knew he was blessed financially, and he had found some happiness in
the wizarding world, it was apparent that he’d never really had a normal life. 
He’d lived on both sides of the extreme: having no one wanting anything to do
with him, and then having everyone’s full attention and praise.  Some days, he
just sat on his bed staring at the wall—the wall never claimed anything of
him.  It never praised him or blamed him.  It was just there.  It blended in. 
That’s what Harry wanted—to be like anyone else.  A person without a legendary
history record. 
A person who wasn’t chased by giggling girls to the loo.  Merlin, how he hated
it.  He let out a drawn out sigh.
He narrowed his eyes at himself, wondering what his real feelings were toward
Severus Snape, the most hated professor at Hogwarts.  He didn’t want to admit
it to himself.  He wouldn’t admit it to himself. 
With Gryffindor bravery, he walked down the stairs as if it were any other
night.  He hadn’t been to the dungeons in so long, it had been a bit nostalgic
to be there again—not in the best way possible, however.  These dark halls
always creeped him out, and somehow, Malfoy had a talent for running into him
down here. 
Nevertheless, Harry arrived to his destination and took a deep breath.  He
straightened his robe, and brought his hand up to Professor Snape’s door,
knocking only a few times.  The door slowly opened.
Harry peeked into the room curiously.  In the living area, adjacent to the
fireplace was a dark grey couch.  Across from the couch was a fairly large
black chair—which looked very comfortable.  It had a brown end table next to
it.  A small green coffee table separated the two pieces of furniture.  The
flooring, of course, was Slytherin green, and the walls were white.  Snape’s
quarters were nothing like he thought they’d be—other than the darkened
furniture.   The room was fairly large, but not as big as the Gryffindor common
room.  Though, he suspected a kitchen was on the other side through a door,
along with a bathroom and a bedroom.  Snape’s bedroom.  Harry wondered what it
looked like, but shook the thought from his head when looking back to the man.
Potter had an impish grin on his face.  “Good evening, sir.”  Severus did his
best not to sneer back, but it was like he was going against his true nature. 
He told himself, despite his extreme lack of skill in the communication
department, that he would try his best to be as kind to Potter as possible. 
Instead of sneering, he settled for wearing a blank expression. 
“Good evening, Potter.  Thank you for joining me.”  He said in that silky, deep
voice, that, for some reason, Harry couldn’t get out of his head for the past
week.  He had to take a breath before walking in.  He already felt intoxicated,
and he hadn’t even seen the whiskey! 
Not to mention, Harry was taken aback.  Though Snape had thanked him earlier,
he just wasn’t accustomed to the man thanking him…or anyone, for that matter. 
“I was happy to be invited, sir.  Now that we’re more…er…well-acquainted, could
I call you ‘Severus?’  I know I’ve used it before, but—” Snape cut him off by
waving his hand in the air.
“When you are not in class, you may, of course, call me by my first name.  I
assume it is alright if I may call you ‘Harry,’ then?”  He quizzed, taking a
seat on the dark grey couch, pouring whiskey into two glasses.  Harry proceeded
to the couch, licking his lips involuntarily as Severus used those skilled
hands to pour his drink.  He realized he hadn’t answered Severus, whose right
eyebrow was already arched in question of his actions.
“Er…yes. Sir…I mean, Severus.  You may call me Harry, whenever you’d like.” 
Harry said quickly, giving him a soft smile.  He was glad they were officially
on first name bases now—he wasn’t sure the professor would comply.  “So, do you
have any plans this summer?”  Harry said, with newfound steadiness in his
voice.  He wondered how long they could keep conversation about something other
than Severus’ dreadful near-death experience.  And the scent of strawberries…
Snape handed the whiskey shot glass to Potter.  Their fingers brushed.  Before
Potter could blush at him, he watched the younger wizard chug the liquor.  He
coughed abruptly, nearly choking, before Snape poured himself another glass.
“Like it, do you?”  Severus’ words dripped with sarcasm.  His glare seemed to
intensify.  Harry only smiled at him, though.  Underneath all the glares and
eyebrow-raises, there was a man Harry wanted to get to know better.  Ron and
Hermione had each other, forgetting him at times, which was rough.  He needed a
friend to talk to—other than the wall adjacent his bed.
“Yes, in fact, I do.  I’ve never had whiskey before, but it’s quite strong and
distinct.  I can see why you like it, Severus.”  Harry attempted complimented
him, trying to urge conversation.  “So, you never answered my question.” 
Severus pursed his lips.  He knew Potter…no…Harry was only trying to make
conversation, but, the longer Harry looked into his eyes, the more nervous
Severus felt.  Harry was no longer that eleven year old boy in Potions class,
and somehow, this made him feel more vulnerable.  Severus was no longer the
superior figure Harry once saw him as, and his façade was ruined.  Since his
near-death-experience, he just hasn’t been able to look at Harry the same way. 
Especially not in that robe.  Merlin, that robe suits him—Snape’s left eye
twitched as he shifted in his chair.  “Akin to all of the preceding summers
I’ve taught Potions, I stay in my quarters doing research.”  He chugged his
whiskey accordingly, and poured himself another glass.  I will not think about
the robe—
Harry cut off his thoughts by asking, “Hmm…what kind of research have you been
working on?”  He then helped himself to a lemon tart he didn’t notice on the
table before.  He popped the small tart into his mouth, licking his lips
afterward, very slowly.  It was all Severus could do, but to hold back an eye-
roll at Potter’s eating habits. 
“Potions, of course,” he retorted, obviously uncomfortable with the question.
Harry narrowed his eyes at him.  “Don’t you think I know that much?  What kind
of potions research?”  Severus raised his eyebrows in curiosity.  He genuinely
wants to know? He downed another shot of whiskey, so Severus poured him
another.
“Oh—just my usual experimentation.  It’s quite complex, and takes a lot of
concentration to comprehend.”  He said with a sly look, waiting for Potter’s
reaction.  He’d never told anyone but Albus and Minerva about his “summer
research.”  He met Harry’s inquisitive emerald eyes, which appeared glazed and
heated.  Must be the whiskey, Snape concluded, as he took another shot,
plucking a strawberry tart from the silver tray.
Harry, obviously irritated, sighed.  He didn’t want to push the subject. 
Instead, he tried to think of another conversation starter, but as he watched
Severus bite the strawberry off the top of the tart he was holding, he lost all
his concentration.  He shuddered, watching Snape’s lips move.  Before, when
thinking about Snape eating a strawberry, it’d been funny, but he wasn’t
laughing now.  He was in a daze of emotion.  Must be the whiskey, Harry
thought, blushing from the neck up.  Don’t think about the strawberries—
“I assume you have some quite extravagant summer plans?”  Severus said, before
devouring the rest of the luscious tart.  Harry decided it would be best to
stop drinking, but he felt looser already with the alcohol in his system.  He
took another shot, coughing for a second. 
“Well, actually, I hadn’t been planning anything, with Voldemort trying to kill
me—” He stopped suddenly, afraid he shouldn’t have said this to a man who
almost died at Voldemort’s hand.  He looked up at Severus and saw the man was
unchanged.  Snape noticed Harry’s caution with proceeding. “Yes, I can imagine
that.  You had quite an exhausting year, and that war was, indeed, brutal.” 
The onyx eyes flashed with an emotion Harry didn’t recognize.  It looked like
sympathy, but Harry couldn’t tell for certain.  “Yes…and strangely, I feel more
alone than ever.  Ron has Hermione, and they’re really great, but they don’t
include me as often as they used to.  Voldemort is gone, but I still feel
cursed.  I don’t…have any family left.”  Harry sighed, feeling vulnerable. 
Severus stared back at the boy who wore a pained expression.  “Hogwarts…will
always be here for you.  I must admit, I’m surprised that you feel alone.  With
fame on your side, I’d have guessed people were lining up to be friends with
you.”  Snape said, without his usual mockery.  He wasn’t the best at empathy,
but it sounded like he was trying. 
Harry gave him a half-smile at that, with tired eyes.  “Well, don’t get me
wrong, being famous is better than being locked into a cupboard for days
without food and ignored—” Snape looked startled.  “Your aunt and uncle locked
you in a cupboard?!  Did Albus know about this?”  Harry gulped, not quite
knowing how to phrase his response.  His mouth felt dry.
“He—he knew.”  Harry shrugged, “Dumbledore would let me stay over winter
breaks, but I think he wanted me to go back to the Dursleys in summer in hope
that they’d accept me.  My aunt, uncle, and cousin tormented me, but I couldn’t
do magic outside of school, so I took the…abuse.”  Harry couldn’t believe he
admitted that to Snape, but, he felt warm from the alcohol running through
him.  Snape looked furious with glints of rage in his eyes.  He shook his head,
taking a sip of his drink.
“That’s preposterous.  That kind of abuse should not have been tolerated—I
can’t believe Albus knew!”  It was like Albus wanted Harry to suffer, Snape
thought with vigor.  He knew the man didn’t have much logic behind his
reasoning, but he never thought something like this could be tolerated!  Harry
looked away from him shyly.  He didn’t like talking about this.  Severus calmed
himself.  He looked straight at Harry and said, “If you ever need a place to
stay—as former Headmaster I give you full permission to do so.  I’ll run this
by McGonagall—”
“Please don’t tell her about the Dursleys!  I mean…it’s just not something I’m
proud of, sir.”  Snape nodded.  The boy had been exposed to so much already, he
didn’t want to put him through more pain.
“Of course.  I’ll just inform her that you’d like to stay at the castle this
summer, without further explanation.  Is that suitable?”  Severus looked
concerned until Harry nodded and smiled.  Harry didn’t know the man could be so
generous. 
“Thank you Severus…that’s thoughtful.  I’m glad I won’t have to go back to
Privet Drive.”  Harry downed another shot, thanking heavens that he told Snape
about the Dursleys.  Going back there after defeating Voldemort would’ve been a
whole new war. 
The corner of Severus’ mouth twitched upward.  “I may be a cruel man, Harry,
but I’m not tolerant of abuse to students.”  Harry nodded, remembering Lupin’s
werewolf fiasco, when he forgot to take his potion. 
“Did you read the back of the medal I gave you?  The inscription, I mean.” 
Harry watched the man’s Adam’s apple bob as he drank his third shot of
whiskey. 
“Yes, you prat, I read it.  It…I must admit, is quite sentimental.”  For the
second time in his life, he caught Severus Snape grinning at him. 
Grinning! Harry beamed.  Severus realized his expression, immediately dropping
the grin from his face. 
“Why do you do that, Prof-Severus?” 
“Do what?”  He snapped at him, with a hint of vulnerability in his low voice.
“Your—you don’t let yourself grin.”  Harry said, before lifting his gaze from
the table back to Snape.  “You have a really nice smile.”  Harry froze after he
said those words.  Oh God. Severus arched that eyebrow up higher than Harry had
ever seen it.  God, I think I’m drunk.  The table diagonal from Snape and Harry
spun slowly. 
Potter looked petrified.  What do I say to that?  Snape thought, also fearful. 
For a moment, silence lingered.  “Your robes are very sleek, tonight, Harry. 
Green suits you very well.  Too bad you weren’t in Slytherin.”  Severus replied
in a matter-of-fact tone, taking a chocolate muffin from the tray. 
Harry snorted, feeling himself loosen up.  “Pfft!  Slytherin…” he waved a hand
dramatically downward, “I’d never fit in!”  Snape could relate to that.  He
never seemed to fit in anywhere, but he definitely didn’t fit in with the other
pure-blood Slytherins in his school days. 
“Yes, that’s true.  You’re far too incompetent to be a Slytherin.  I should
know—your potions skills are horrendous.”  Snape smirked evilly.  Harry laughed
at this, which relieved him.  “You’re just jealous of my Gryffindor bravery!” 
Harry stuck out his tongue.  Severus grinned again, quickly suppressing it. 
His left eye twitched.  I haven’t wanted to smile in far too long…
“You just did it again, Sev!”  Harry exclaimed wildly, nearly touching his
Professor’s arm.
“Sev?”  He asked dryly. 
Harry flushed.  Snape bit into the chocolate muffin, gulping it down. 
“I like it!  Do you mind if I call you Sev?”  Harry paused.  Suddenly
distracted, he stared at the corner of those thin lips.  Before Snape could
answer, Harry continued, his voice slurred, “You have something on your mouth,
by the way—”  He dragged the chair closer.
Before he realized what he was doing, he reached over to Snape’s mouth,
dragging his finger across his lips.  Snape froze in place, unsure of what to
think.  Physical contact had happened with Potter before, he reminded himself. 
Perhaps he’s had too much to drink?  He felt a blush creep on his face as Harry
touched him.  Right then, he realized they’d had three shots, if not more—he
couldn’t remember.  “Potter?” Severus said softly, unable to sound stern. 
Those emerald eyes sparkled back at him.
Too late to retreat, Harry wiped the chocolate from the corner of Severus’
surprisingly smooth bottom lip.  “I…”  Harry stammered as he looked into those
coal black eyes, engulfing him completely.  I’m sorry, sir,he meant to say.  He
noticed that Snape’s pale cheeks actually had a pink tint to them, now, as he
cupped his professor’s face like he did in his near-death moment. 
The green eyes all but pierced through Severus’ soul.  When he felt Harry’s
finger against his bottom lip—a place no one dared touch him for years now—he
swore that his heart stopped beating.  With Potter’s hand now cupping his face,
he couldn’t think straight.  His competency was lost, whether it was because of
the whiskey, or because…
No, he reasoned.  It couldn’t be because he had feelings for a seventeen year
old.  And Harry Potter, no less!  The savior of the wizarding world fancied a
greasy old potions master? Severus tightened against Harry’s touch, but he was
frozen in place, caught in those steamy green eyes.  It has to be a Gryffindor
trick, Severus thought.
“Potter…we cannot—”
“Harry.”  The younger said softly, moving closer.  “If this is some Gryffindor
joke, then—”
Harry stopped him, shook his head no, and used his other hand to place a finger
over his parted, chocolate covered lips.  Severus’ thoughts screamed at him to
move away, but his body no longer took commands from his blasted mind.  As
Potter carefully kept his hand on Severus’ cheek, he took his other hand,
wiping off more chocolate from the other corner of his mouth.  Harry’s hand was
caressing Snape’s cheek.  Harry took his chocolate covered index finger and
licked it off.  Snape just stared in shock—it was as if all his English
vocabulary fell out of his head.
“Mmmm…” Harry murmured dreamily as he licked his finger, wondering how the
man’s scent mixed with chocolate could taste so good.  If someone had told him
two weeks ago that he’d want to suck the chocolate off of Severus Snape’s thin
lips, he’d have called them completely batty. 
And yet, here he was, knee to knee with his Potions professor, wanting to taste
the chocolate off his pale, glowing skin.  He licked his lips hungrily, leaning
toward Severus.  Severus, who Harry saved a week ago.  Severus, who let him cry
on his chest, without any explanation.  Severus…
“Sev’rus…” Harry mumbled, before sucking the corner of the man’s lips.  Snape
bit back a moan—he knew the whiskey played a part in this, and he knew this was
wrong, but…
Those lips were so warm and soft against his own rigid mouth. 
It had to stop, he decided.  He was going to stop it. 
“Harr—” he managed to get out before Harry quickly closed his eyes, tilted his
head, and kissed him passionately.  He grunted in Harry’s mouth, with a half-
hearted protest.  Harry whimpered back, with one hand grabbing the man’s raven-
black, silky hair, the other hand anxiously intertwining fingers with
Snape’s.   “H—” Severus tried again, ever so desperately, but he was locked
under Harry Potter’s spell—or whatever the bloody hell this was!  Even Severus
knew he wasn’t considered attractive by any means, so why was Potter doing
this?
Harry’s tongue traced his lips, licking all the chocolate off his sensitive
skin.  Merlin, the man tastes good…Harry thought, as he rubbed his tongue
against Severus’.  “You taste like a dream.”  He felt his emotions take over
his entire being, flooding every bit of common sense he had left, leaving him
with pure desire and ecstasy. 
Severus knew he had to be the responsible one.  He put a hand on the toned
chest, pushing them apart, gasping before he could speak.  Harry looked at him
with feral eyes.  “How could you possibly want me?  I’m…greasy and twice your
age—” He said in a low whisper, hand still placed on Harry’s chest before the
boy grabbed Severus.  He held his gaze, pulling him by the shoulders closer to
his mouth again.  He closed his eyes and tilted his head, but stopped.  “I
don’t know anyone else who’d save me as often as you have…” he ran fingers
through the long black hair, finally looking into the terrified black eyes in
front of him, “It’s always been you, Sev,” he breathed huskily.  Without
hesitation, he crushed his lips against Snape’s shocked mouth.
He was about to push Harry back again, but Harry rubbed his tongue against his
erotically.  Losing all sense, instead of pushing him back, his hand grappled
at Harry’s tousled brown hair, holding him closer.  His voice was raspy as he
moaned into the younger’s mouth.  It was one of the wildest kisses he’d ever
received.
Harry shivered, wanting more contact.  He let one of his hands slide from
Severus’ hair down his back, around his waist…
“Har—” Snape murmured with a husky tone, but Harry wouldn’t let him come back
to his senses.  He couldn’t.  He needed this far too much.  He didn’t know why
or how, but he needed Severus Snape.  The pull was impossible to ignore as he
grabbed the bulge through those black robes.  He kissed away his name from
Severus’ lips, lapping his tongue against them.  Severus gasped in
pleasure—every bit of common sense had shut down within his being, and all that
remained was his straining erection.
Harry took advantage of his professor gasping, as he brushed his tongue against
the strawberry coated one.  He groaned at the taste: chocolate, strawberries,
and that spice.  Tentatively, Harry felt Snape offering his tongue inside his
mouth.  Harry took this moment to suck the flavor off Snape’s tongue.
A wild gasp escaped Snape’s lips.  He felt Potter’s back—so toned from
Quidditch, his touch drifted downward.  As Harry continued to suck him dry,
Snape blindly found the large bulge through the silky robes.  This time, it was
Harry who groaned.  Both men, with hands hovering over each other’s hardened
members, explored each other’s mouths as if their survival depended on it.
Time seemed to stop as Severus looked into Harry’s half-open emerald gaze, with
hot breath hitting his mouth, so close to the swollen pink lips before him. 
All he had to do was lean in, feeling Harry succumb; he claimed his lips with a
growl, running his hand up and down Harry’s unexposed hardness.  He explored
the younger’s mouth with vigor, letting their tongues lap against each other
sensually. 
“Oh, Mer-lin!”  Harry all but shrieked, quickly muffled again by his
professor’s needy mouth.  The whimpering continued, Harry at Severus’ mercy. 
He could come from that skilled tongue alone.  “Please,” he begged between
kisses.  “Shut up, brat!”  Severus whispered passionately, making Harry harder
from the tone in his voice.  If they continued like this, he wouldn’t last
long…
A knock at the door sounded.  Professor Snape’s door.  In Professor Snape’s
quarters. 
Severus’ stare turned ice-cold, prying himself off of Potter’s flush lips.  It
was too late—Harry came blindingly against the potion master’s hand above his
cloak.  He grappled onto Severus for dear life, ecstasy shooting from his
core.  He collapsed his head against those black robes, and sniffed deeply that
spicy scent of Severus Snape as he came, and came hard.  Severus held Harry’s
back, pushing him into his cloak, hoping it would muffle his voice.  Harry
called out against the robe, “Sev’rus!”  He sobbed, his voice trembling as his
ecstasy died down.  He let out a huge gasp of air.  Severus just held him
there, hand on his ruffled hair, not wanting to answer the door. 
Knock knock!  “Professor?  You in there?”
                              ~~To be continued~~
***** Chapter Five: The Pensieve *****
Previously, from Chapter One: A Look Into the Past,
He decided to scribble a note for Snape on a piece of parchment for when he
woke up.  By_then,_he_should_be_fully_healed_anyway, Harry thought.  He laid
the note on Snape’s lap and spread his father’s invisibility cloak over his
unconscious professor.  Harry then wiped away his tears, leaving his cheeks all
red and irritated.  Remembering the vial of Snape’s memories, he  decided to go
to the Pensieve.  If he didn’t now, he may never get the chance again.
Then, he’d find Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest to finally end this war.
Chapter Five: The Pensieve
Harry walked away slowly, not looking back.  “Flavored Earwax,” he muttered to
the gargoyle.  The grey statue spun, revealing the spiraling staircase.  A
nervous gulp filled the misty air.  Harry sniffed, looking around.  The castle
reeked thickly of death.  Numbly, he watched his feet trudge up the steps.
Albus Dumbledore’s office was shockingly different.  Severus Snape changed
it—or was forced to change it, no doubt, by Voldemort himself.  All the
portraits were gone.  Knowing Snape, he’d probably hid them somewhere
smart.  Even Voldemort himself had no idea the Death Eater was actually playing
for Dumbledore and The Boy Who Lived.  Only Severus Snape could keep up that
façade.  What a strong, brave soul.  With strong hands.  Strong hands I held.
Harry had to stop thinking about Severus, but he couldn’t.  His brain was
whirling a mile a minute. 
He knew about the prophecy.  He knew he would have to die at Voldemort’s hand. 
Then again, as The Boy Who Lived, as much as he hated to think of himself
associated with that bloody Billion-Galleon title, who knew what would happen? 
He hated this war.  Everything about it.  He hated how his friends, and their
families were all dying for him.  For a seventeen year old wizard, forced into
battle numerous times, encountering Voldemort and winning out of
sheer luck.  He’s never considered himself the key to saving the wizarding
world.  Not even now.  He pinched his arm until it bled, but he couldn’t feel a
thing.  He couldn’t focus.
How could he save the bloody world?  He wasn’t Dumbledore.  He wasn’t Severus
Snape, an expert in Dark Arts, Potions, and a spy at that!
With fickle confidence, he did his best not to get killed in the past.  He did
his best to save his friends when in danger, but even then, his best wasn’t
always good enough.  Cedric, he thought, I’m sorry.
Thoughts—so many thoughts were bombarding his mind, opening and closing doors,
screaming and hollering.  He put his hands over his ears, not wanting to think
anymore.  Stop!  Make it all stop…Harry screamed inwardly, wanting to shut off
his brain. 
Eyes pinched shut, he breathed heavily, trying to move forward. 
He went over to the familiar Pensieve that Dumbledore had showed him in his
fourth year. 
Step.  Another step.  It was cold and dark. 
Harry surrendered.  The phial was in his pocket. 
Carefully, oh so gently, he poured those silver memories into the Pensieve. 
One, two, three.  He counted, diving his head in.
Numb.  Finally, he felt numb.
Whizzing, whirling all around him.  He felt like he was on a train, then a
rollercoaster. 
                                     ~~~1
“Lily Evans?”  The eleven year old girl walked up to Professor McGonagall in
the Great Hall.  The sharp-toned sorting hat declared her a Gryffindor.  Her
eyes were smiling, strikingly green.  Joyously, she trotted to the Gryffindor
table.
Pale hands.  Small, boyish, pale hands.  Arms covered in black fabric, probably
a cloak.  Definitely a cloak.  Such skinny arms. 
The vision drifted from those pale hands, back up at Lily.  “Severus!  I hope
you’ll be a Gryffindor too!”
Walking, shifting, sitting in front of everyone, a young Severus Snape wore
that familiar hat.  “Slytherin!”  The hat was proud; Severus looked numb.  Sad,
even.
He looked over at the Gryffindor table before walking to the Slytherin
one.  “Hi, I’m James!”  “Lily, nice to meet you!”  The voices echoed, as if all
chatter around him were dulled.  “Gryffindor!”  James was sorted, staring into
coal-black eyes across from him.  He smirked.  The pale boy blushed.
Severus finally sat next to some blonde-haired boy.  “I’m Lucius Malfoy.  And
you?”
                                     ~~~2
“James?”  The voice sounded panicked.  A young looking, perhaps sixteen year
old James Potter opened his eyes.  Severus lay next to him on the maroon bed. 
The room was dim—they were alone.  It was the Head Boy’s room: James’, no
doubt.
James’ expression turned from sweet to sour.  He looked disgusted. 
“I thought I told you to leave before noon!”  He spat.  “Lily will be here any
minute!”
                                     ~~~3
“Lily?”
“Yes, Severus?”  Her glow looked contagious.  Severus smiled.
“Do you fancy James?”  Severus wore a rare, nervous face.
“Oh, what a prat he is!  You know, he isn’t so bad when he isn’t teasing
you.”  She said, with a look of regret.  She looked fourteen, just
about.  “Why?  Did he do something to you?”
                                     ~~~4
Kissing.  Two mouths intertwined.  Heat flowing between the two bodies.  Two
fourteen year old boys.
Mumbling of names. 
“Severus…”
“James…”
The astronomy tower was dark, and filled with snogging.  “Who’s there?”  Albus
said.  The boys broke apart and ran.
                                     ~~~5
“You’re obsessed, Severus, and I’m leaving.”  James had a look of pity on his
face. 
“I…I know.  You want Lily, not me.”  A sixteen year old Severus spoke, softer
than ever. 
“Tomorrow you’re getting the Dark Mark.  What’d you expect me to do?”  James
looked away from the other boy.
“Do you love me, James?”
Silence stilled the air, until the Gryffindor grabbed his bags.  He almost left
the room.  He stopped.
“I love Lily Evans. I thought we were just messing around.   I…I’m sorry
Severus.”
The Gryffindor left.  Severus looked out the window of his dorm room.  His skin
was as pale as the fallen snow. 
                                     ~~~6
An older, more recognizable Snape walked through the darkened house.  He halted
at James’ dead body.  He was crying immensely, holding him in his arms.  Then,
a moment later, Lily.  His heart broke—it was written all over his face.  A
young Harry was crying, obviously scarred. 
                                     ~~~7
“You must protect the boy, Severus.”  A slightly younger looking Albus said.
He continued, “If you truly loved him—” 
Severus interrupted the older man, “That man used me.  He never loved me.  He
played me, abused me, and spit me out.  James Potter married my best friend,
turning her against me forever.”
“You will protect the boy.  Otherwise, he’s just a pawn to the Dark Lord.  We
all know that, Severus.  You’ll live here, under the safest roof in the
wizarding world.  You’ll teach Potions, as Head of Slytherin House.  I’m
offering you safety—as much as I can, anyway.  In return, you will protect
Harry Potter.  Do I make myself clear, Severus?”
Snape nodded, his pale face hidden by a mess of black hair.
                                     ~~~8
“In the end, you must kill me.  Not Draco.  It must be you.”
“Why is it…”  Snape sneered at the older man, “that you think I want to still
be a two-faced man?  He’ll hate me!  Everyone will.  Even more than they
already do.”  He scoffed at himself.  The man looked up at Albus, with pleading
eyes.
“I’m afraid you do not have a say in this.  Draco will die if you do not kill
me.  Harry will know the truth in time.”
Severus whispered into the darkness, “He’ll know the truth, but it’ll be too
late.”  He turned abruptly.
Fast whizzing and whirling all around him, he was taken aback and sucked up
from the depths, until everything stopped moving.
Everything stopped.
GASP!
“Gah!” 
Harry’s lungs filled with air, breathing heavily in and out.  He fell
backward.  He crawled with his hands to the nearest chair, absolutely panicked.
Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  He thought, to the pounding of his heart.
It was real.  It was all fucking real.
“Fucking hell.”  Harry said, louder than he’d anticipated. 
He buried his face in his hands.  Dad.  You sodding prick.  Harry wasn’t sure
how much more emotion he could take in one night.  He looked at the clock above
the wall. 
Right.  The Forbidden Forest.  Dying.  Time to die.
Better get to that. 
Harry found his balance. 
He scurried off, almost glad to be out of the castle.  Almost.  Goodbye,
Severus.
***** Chapter Six: Draco’s Predicament *****
Chapter Six: Draco’s Predicament
“Harry.”
Boyish panting filled the room’s musky air.  A hot forehead still pressed
against the potion master’s shoulder didn’t move away. 
“Severus?”  Knock knock knock! 
“Potter. This can’t—” A whisper was cut off.
“I know,” the younger whispered back.  He finally looked into the older man’s
face: sweaty and full of lust.  He bit his lip to keep from licking off the
tangy sweat, glistening on Severus’ upper-lip.  The older man sighed, muttering
Evanesco, a quick cleaning spell for them both, leaving the room scented of
tea, chocolate and strawberries. 
The older man cleared his throat, eyes still locked into Harry’s.  Harry
groaned, trying to contain himself.  He looked down.  Severus was still hard. 
He looked back up.
“Who, may I ask, is at the door?”  Snape bit back his usual harsh tone,
replacing it with a tired one.  Harry wore a numb gaze.  Snape didn’t dare look
away.  Not at anything but green, sparkling eyes, Snape could still taste sex
and chocolate if he chose to lick his teeth.  He didn’t.
“It’s Draco, your favorite godson.”  Draco said, in a deeply sarcastic tone. 
“There’s something I—”
“Can it wait?”  The man’s voice cracked.
“…what are you…”  Draco sounded curious.
“Draco, can. It. Wait?”  Severus was losing his patience.  Harry looked at him
a lion hunting meat, trying so hard not to look at the erection in front of
him.
Draco threw his hands up behind the door in defeat and crossed them.   He
almost stormed away before saying, “Fine!  Just wanted to say goodbye—”
“Draco.”  The older man rasped, “Owl me tomorrow morning.  Stay the night at
the castle.  I have things to discuss with you as well.  I have other
commitments at the moment.”  Snape’s eyes narrowed.  Harry’s legs felt as if
they could tumble down at any moment.
Draco smiled wickedly.  He had a hunch about his godfather.  “Of course. 
Tomorrow then.  Goodbye, Severus.”  He stalked down the hallway, hands in his
robe pockets.  This is going to be good. 
“My wards have a silencing spell at all times.  I have a charm in place so that
I can speak to visitors through the door, but only if I…”  Severus paused,
looking down at Harry.  He was trembling.  He licked his lips, but he looked as
nervous as he did the first day in potions class.
“…only if…”  Harry continued for him, his voice as quiet as Snape ever heard
him. 
“…Only if I speak directly to them.”  He whispered, with a catch in his
breath.  His lips quirked.
The two men stared at each other for a long period of time. 
“Do you know…?” Harry started, with a crease in his brow. 
“Do—I—Know?”  Severus murmured.  He raised an eyebrow.  Harry sucked in his
breath.
“Do-you-know-I-am-gay-sir?”  The younger said faster than the blush could sweep
his cheeks.
Severus couldn’t help the evil-looking smirk that became his lips. 
“Potter, I hardly think that’s relevant at the moment.  But yes, I did have a
suspicion.”  Harry cocked his head to the side, as if asking, how?  “Riley. 
The astronomy tower.”  Severus answered, obviously annoyed.
Harry sat down in a thump.  Severus got a strange urge to comfort him.  He sat
next to him, on the couch, a seat away.  He didn’t know why.  I kissed a
student.  He buried his head in his hands.
“…Are y—May I ask if you are…if you are…do-you-fancy-blokes-too-sir?”  Harry
stammered like a six year old.  Severus felt something on his hair as he opened
his eyes.  A hand—Harry’s hand, stroking his hair.  What has the world come
to?  He thought bitterly, realizing he liked the contact.
He looked at Potter.  “Harry, I just kissed you and felt your cock thrust
against my hand until you came in your robes.”  Severus said, quieter than he’d
wanted to.  Harry nodded in understanding, trying to ignore his new erection.
“Yes.”  The boy said, huskily.  “It’s just that—the Pensieve.  You…liked my
dad.  And…I thought, I just had to be sure…it wasn’t just him…” He trailed
off.  The Pensieve! Severus completely forgot about all that.  Damn.  The boy
knows. 
“Yes, your father and I have history together.”  There, he said it.  His
erection was still painfully throbbing.
“He was horrible to you.  A sodding prick.  I always wondered why you hated him
so much…why you hated me so much.”  Harry said, with a sympathetic look in his
eyes.  As if he understands.  Severus scoffed at him, but Harry’s hand laid
upon his hair.  “I don’t…” he looked at the boy, taking a deep breath.  “I
don’t hate you.  Other than being generally annoying, you’re nothing like your
father—you just—looked a lot like him—”  Snape found himself at a loss.  How
could he possibly explain this? 
“I think you should go.”  Snape heard himself say, like a small child. 
Harry shook his head no.  His lips parted, then closed again. 
“You’re a student, and I’m a teacher.  You have to repeat your last year. 
Killing the darkest wizard of all time apparently does not earn you the last of
your credentials at Hogwarts, Potter.”  He sneered, a mask he wore so well.
I already knew that.  Harry frowned, “I’m of age.  We’re not breaking any
rules.  We can—”
“What, Potter?  We can fuck until dawn?”  Snape spat at him.  Harry started
giggling, damn the boy.  He bit back his own grin.
“No—well, yes, we could do that.  Erm, I’ve fancied you for…a while now, and
uh.”  He gulped loudly, and then looked up with newfound confidence into onyx
eyes.  “I want to be…with you.”  What!? 
“What!?”  Severus thought aloud.  The boy was smiling.  “Potter, you have no
idea what you’re saying!  I’m not a nice man.  I’m…I’m a greasy git, a Death
Eater, twice your age!  Why, in Merlin’s name, would you want someone like
me?”  His voice got softer near the end, looking down at his long fingers.
Harry grabbed them.  Both of his potion-stained hands, intertwining their
fingers.  “Not someone like you.  I want you.  I…ever since I saved you…with my
tears, somehow, I needyou.  It’s like,” Harry licked his lips, “I’ve felt a
pull toward you ever since.”  Tears welled in his eyes.  Damn the boy.
The older man sighed.  He remembered the tears.  “Yes…well, t-thank you for
saving me.  I’ve yet to research how your tears could possibly contain such
magic, but one never knows with The Boy Who Lived, do they?”  Thank you for
saving me, indeed.
Harry grimaced.  “Don’t call me that.  I hate that.”  He tightened his grip on
Snape’s hands.  “It seems you still have a bit of a problem.”  Harry motioned
his gaze downward.  Their thighs were touching now.  Severus could feel Harry’s
pulse.
“Nothing I can’t take care of.  You needn’t concern yourself with me.”  Snape
tore away from Harry.  “Please leave.  I will not be made a fool of any
longer.”  Better to break it off now, cleanly.  Though, Severus had to admit,
the pull the boy was describing felt plausible.  Nonsense, he shook it off,
turning around at Harry, who was standing now.
“Severus, look at me.”  Those words.  How dare he use those words.  The boy
moved closer.  Stop, the word on his mouth never came. 
“Look at me.”  Potter took Severus’ chin, forcing him to look.  Severus opened
his eyes at the young wizard.  “I’m not lying to you.”  Severus wanted to
scoff, Gryffindors, but he couldn’t.  He gulped instead.  Potter moved forward,
hot breath on his lips, getting more rapid.
“Aren’t you?”  The words came, barely audible. 
“You feel it too, don’t you Snape?”  What, the erection against my thigh?
“Feel what?”  Hot breath against Harry’s lips made him shiver.
“The pull.  Since I saved you—there’s a pull, and we both feel it.”  He said
this with confidence and genuine eyes, searching for something.  “I want…I need
you.”  Harry’s eyes had more fire in them than before. 
“What makes you think—” Harry pulled him an inch closer, lips ghosting over
Severus’.
“I saved you.”  The lips said, “Save me, now.”  The lips caressed his, much
more gentle than before.  Severus didn’t stiffen.  He felt himself melt into
Harry, into the ridiculousness of the boy’s said words, into the mouth that was
treating him with more care than James ever gave him.  Than anyone had.
A tongue brushed against his lips.  He surrendered, opening them to a gentle
tongue.  He shuddered at the contact.  He craved the boy’s taste—like pine,
mint, and sex.  He ran his fingers with his right hand through the younger’s
hair. 
He gasped, taking Severus’ hair in both hands.  Just for a second, Harry pried
their lips apart.  “Did-you-know-you-taste-like-strawberries?”  He licked the
thin flush lips and sucked on them.  He felt Severus smile, just for a moment. 
Severus opened his eyes at Harry, who looked intoxicated and overtaken by all
emotions.
“Follow me—my bed is this way.”  Severus said, kissing him again, knowing he’d
lost all sense. 
Meanwhile…
At first, when Draco cast a listening spell that broke through his godfather’s
silencing charm, he’d expected to hear Harry Potter’s voice.  He expected to
hear a lot of awkward conversation, stumbling speech (on Potter’s side, of
course), and maybe even the clattering of wizard’s chess pieces.
He knew it had to be Potter—what, after that speech in the Great Hall! 
I want…I need you.  Potter’s voice—he knew it anywhere.
Save me, now.
Draco couldn’t move.  He couldn’t even breathe.  His nose wrinkled in disgust. 
There’s no way this is happening.  Harry Potter and Severus Snape?!  Merlin,
no…don’t let it be true.
He had to listen more.  He had to.
Did-you-know-you-taste-like-strawberries?
Draco gagged on his own breath.  Yuck!  Merlin’s BALLS!
He had to stop.  But he couldn’t.  He was frozen in place, just about to break
the listening spell, when he heard his own godfather offer The Boy Who Lived to
his bedroom.
Oi.  I’m going to be sick.
He broke off the spell as quietly as possible, wobbled a little, and walked up
the stairs.  Owl me tomorrow, he says!  I have things to discuss with you,
Draco mocks in his mind.  Is he sweating?  His palm covers his forehead.  Yes,
he is sweating profusely.  Well, he was running, after all.  Running away from
this horror.
I was rejected tonight because of Harry bloody Potter.
Draco, sitting on his dorm bed, alone, decided to write that letter.  He would
write it now so he wouldn’t have to think about it in the morning.
“Uncle Severus,
…”
He drew a blank.  I know you’re fucking Harry Potter?  No, too trashy.
“Uncle Severus,
…You need better silencing charms in your quarters.” 
He crumpled that one up. 
“Uncle Severus,
Please tell me you don’t taste like strawberries.  I didn’t even know you liked
strawberries!”
He crumbled that one too, throwing it in the trash.  No. His godfather had been
heartbroken for years over some bloke he’s never given details about.  Draco
sighed in disbelief at his current predicament.  Bloody Hell. 
He tossed everything back into his drawer, collapsed on his bed, and tried not
to think about what was happening.
                             ~~~To Be Continued~~~
***** Chapter Seven: The Fluffy Bunny *****
Previously in Chapter Six: Draco’s Predicament
He gasped, taking Severus’ hair in both hands.  Just for a second, Harry pried
their lips apart.  “Did-you-know-you-taste-like-strawberries?”  He licked the
thin flush lips and sucked on them.  He felt Severus smile, just for a moment. 
Severus opened his eyes at Harry, who looked intoxicated and overtaken by all
emotions.
“Follow me—my bed is this way.”  Severus said, kissing him again, knowing he’d
lost all sense. 
Meanwhile…
At first, when Draco cast a listening spell that broke through his godfather’s
silencing charm, he’d expected to hear Harry Potter’s voice.  He expected to
hear a lot of awkward conversation, stumbling speech (on Potter’s side, of
course), and maybe even the clattering of wizard’s chess pieces.
He knew it had to be Potter—what, after that speech in the Great Hall! 
I want…I need you.  Potter’s voice—he knew it anywhere.
Save me, now.
Draco couldn’t move.  He couldn’t even breathe.  His nose wrinkled in disgust. 
There’s no way this is happening.  Harry Potter and Severus Snape?!  Merlin,
no…don’t let it be true.
He had to listen more.  He had to.
Chapter Seven: The Fluffy Bunny
Snape clasped Harry’s shoulders, practically flinging him inside his bedroom. 
Restlessly prying himself from the boy, he wiped his damp mouth—the heat still
lingered on his lips.  “We’ve been caught.” He heard himself say calmly, as if
all his organs did not feel like they caught fire—as if he had not been seduced
by Harry James Potter—as if, he thought, I knew I had a time-turner.
 Harry’s eyes went wide, then narrowed quickly.  After catching his breath, he
started giggling, flopping down on the bed.  The boy was laughing at him.
“This isn’t funny!”  Severus snarled at him, with his eyebrows twitching.  Then
again, I’m the one to blame for all this.
Harry tore off his glasses, wiping his eyes, coming out of hysteria.  I’ve been
caught kissing a professor?  Gods!   He sighed, put his glasses back on, and
looked up at his professor, who’d slammed the door to the extended bathroom. 
Taking a deep breath, he stood up next to the door.  “Severus,” he said gently,
“I’m sorry for laughing.  I didn’t mean to hurt you.  It’s just that…well, at
first I thought you were joking.”
No response.
“Oi!  Bollocks, Snape, you have to admit, we’re in a peculiar situation here
right?”  The door opened.  Harry lost his breath when he saw his professor
before him in a plain white button-up shirt, and black pants, and no socks.  He
stared at those surprisingly flawless feet.  Smooth skin, supple curves, and
long, delicate toes.  I want to lick them. 
“Ahem.”
His head snapped up.  Snape was smirking at him.  “If you’re quite done
studying my feet, Mr. Potter, I believe we were discussing something quite
important.”  Harry gulped and turned a shade of pink.   He’d never seen Snape
in anything but black before.  “Your shirt looks really nice—have you thought
about wearing that color more often?”  Snape rolled his eyes at this.  “For
Merlin’s sake, Potter.  I wear a white shirt every day underneath my buttoned
black robe.  Although, if you’re not careful…“ He paused, studying Harry’s
face, “I might just go stark during one of those inevitable detentions of
yours.”  Harry’s eyes were twitching.  He tried to hold back his delight, not
wanting to scare Snape away with a smile.  And Gods, his pants.  They’re so
tight.
Snape crossed his arms, still studying him.  “Are you…all right?”  Harry’s
eyebrows shot up.  He cocked his head at Snape and smiled like an idiot,
involuntarily wrapping his arms around his professor’s hips.  “Hornier and
happier than I’ve ever felt in my entire life, thanks for asking.”  Their
erections stood still, against each other.
Despite it, Snape raised an eyebrow.  “You really expect me to believe that,
you cheeky brat?”
Harry furrowed his brows back at the man.  “I don’t expect you to, but it’s the
truth.  I’ve never felt like this before, with anyone.”  Snape hadn’t either,
though he wasn’t about to admit that to the insufferable brat.  He grunted at
his throbbing member, further motioning for Harry to sit on the black bed. 
“Draco caught us, Harry.”  He said huskily, sitting next to the younger.
“What do y’ mean?  Before you said there was a silencing spell on your wards!” 
Harry looked surprised.  Instead of kissing the look off his face, Severus
sighed.  The boy was never great at charms.
“The sneaky brat knew how to listen with a complex charm.  In the heat of the
moment, I…forgot,” Snape bit his lip, scowling at himself, “that I taught him
how to use it.  He can’t hear us in here, only if we’re in the living room.  It
only works if each party is on either sides of the wall.”  Snape waited for
Harry’s reaction. 
“Oh my god.  He heard…”  Harry put a hand to his chest, remembering the comment
about strawberries.  Strawberries…
“Yes,” his professor sneered at the floor, “and knowing Draco, he’ll probably
be too shocked to utter out a comprehendible sentence for the next forty-eight
hours, if not longer. If he had held back that abruptly loud gag in his throat,
I wouldn’t have realized it at all.  I was quite…distracted. ” With your mouth,
your hands, your moans, your—
“Howdidheknowhowtousethespell?”  Harry’s mouth was moving terrifyingly fast,
like a bloody auctioneer.
“My, my, Mr. Potter.  It seems you can’t form comprehendible sentences
either.”  Snape said with vigor.
Harry blinked. Cough!   “How…erm.  Why did you teach him that spell, sir? I
mean, Severus.”  He corrected himself—he didn’t want to go back to formalities
after all this.  All the kissing and coming against you.  He scooted closer,
tired of talking.  Severus did not move away, but withheld any reaction.  Harry
wanted more, needed more.
“He was required to know that charm as a Death Eater, for many reasons I do not
wish to discuss.  However, it became quite useful to us when Draco could not
see me, let alone write a letter to my sorry name.  The Dark Lord wouldn’t
allow it.  He wanted…Draco to become as independent and self-reliant as
possible, after Bellatrix ratted the boy out.”  Snape gazed off in a dark-eyed
haze.  Oh, Albus.  Such a fool I was. 
Harry clasped his hand, bringing the older man back to reality.  He wasn’t all
that fond of Draco, but he knew he and Severus were close.  Severus squeezed
his hand back, allowing Harry’s head rest upon the crook of his arm.  They both
sat like that for a while—several minutes, Harry guessed—with Snape’s arm
wrapped around the boy, holding him close.  His hair smells like ocean-water. 
He inhaled very quietly, and very deeply.  He had to say something.  He owed
the boy that much.
Harry’s eyes were closing.  “I know you saved him.”  Snape broke the silence
with a whisper.  “You hardly tolerate Draco.  Why’d you save him in the Room of
Requirement from the fire?”  The words were muffled against Harry’s nest of
hair.
Harry refocused himself, shifting.  “He told you about that?”  His voice
trembled.  Severus nodded.  “Look, Draco and I have been rivals for seven
years, but I couldn’t just fly away knowing he’d die.  I wouldn’t want
that—even for him.  If things had been different, I think we could’ve been
friends, if he hadn’t insulted Ron the first time we’d met.  Underneath it all,
he’s not a bad person.”
Severus scoffed.  Weasleys…  He stopped his thought, shaking his head. 
“Potter, your Gryffindor bravery never ceases to astound me.”  Harry looked
away, unsure if that was a compliment or an insult. 
“Nevertheless, Draco is my godson, and if he’d have died…” his grip tightened
on Harry’s hand.  Harry stroked his arm.  This was as much of a ‘thank you’ as
one could expect from Severus Snape, he realized.
“You and him are close, then?  I had always assumed, but I never knew.  You did
favor him in class a lot.”  Harry said, without anger or jealousy.
 “I had to play a part the Dark Lord wanted to see, Harry.  If I had favored
you, for instance, I’d have been questioned for my behavior.”  Harry took
Snape’s other arm, and hugged it.  It all made sense to him now.  All the
insults, the points taken, and mockery…well, maybe not all of it.  Harry smiled
shyly.
“So, what you’re trying to say is…deep down, underneath that sneering mask,
you’re just a big…fluffy bunny?”  Harry batted his eyes at him, blushing.
Snape let out a thunderous laugh, “Hah!”  Harry was so taken aback he almost
let go of the arm he was holding, but he clung on.  Harry giggled like a
schoolboy caught passing a note.  The laughter came to a halt.  The older was
frowning, ashamed, as if he were just caught giving ten points to Gryffindor.
“I am not…a big…fluffy…bunny.”  He scowled.  Harry gave him a playful slap on
the knee and a kiss on the cheek. 
“Mhhm, right, Snape.  That laugh of yours sure was convincing…”  Harry traced
the inseam of Severus’ inner pant-leg, going up above his thigh.  Severus
looked into Harry’s smiling eyes.  “God, that voice…”
“My voice, Mr. Potter?”  Severus quizzed, with a deep raspy tone.  Harry was
tracing Severus’ hardened member slowly.
“God, yes.  It’s so utterly perfect.  Maybe that’s why I’ve been so terrible at
potions.” Snape gaped at him.  “My voice is perfect?”  Harry purred, nuzzling
against his neck, with Snape’s arms still tight around him.  “Mmm…so deep, so
perfectly deep.”  The man’s neck vibrated as he shuddered against Harry, almost
possessively.  Is this a dream?  Snape seriously questioned his judgment. 
Snape pulled away from the boy, but not without a tremendous effort.  “Are
you…at all concerned that my godson, Draco Malfoy, knows that we had…that we
kissed until you came against my leg?”  Harry shuddered.  His cock pulsed just
thinking about that moment.
“Well, he can’t hear us now, right?  So let’s give him something to talk about
tomorrow morning.  I’ll be there…I mean, if you want me there—tomorrow
morning.  We can—” 
“What do you get out of this, Potter?  You can’t just sit there and tell me you
want this.”  The older had replaced the vulnerable look on his face with a
scowl.  No one had wanted him for nearly two decades…or ever, really.
“But I do.  I do want this.  Want you.  I meant what I said, before, y’know.” 
Harry looked ambitious.
“I don’t believe you.  It’s just another Gryffindor trick to shame the old,
cruel, potions professor.”  Severus retorted. 
Harry shook his head vigorously.  “No!  Why would—”
“Potter—Harry—no one has…”  How would he word this to the boy?  “If you desire
sexual favors, I suggest you ask elsewhere.  Fred and George, perhaps.”  He
really doesn’t believe me, Harry thought sadly.
“Severus, I don’t care how many relationships you’ve had, or how many people
you’ve been with.  I…know what it’s like.  I mean, to be alone.  For a long
time, that is.”  Harry turned dark red.
“Harry, do you mean to tell me you haven’t…” Even with fame, the boy was still
a virgin?  He could have anyone he wants!  Severus frowned at the thought. 
Harry Potter, the-boy-who-everybody-wants is sitting on my bed, offering up his
virginity to me, the man everybody despises?  It made no sense to him.
“I—I—I’m not a completevirgin, you know.”  Snape narrowed his eyes at the
younger’s attempt to sound mature.  “I’ve-had-b-blowjobs.  Given them, too.  
Erm—I, and I—”  Harry stammered, suddenly sweating down his back.  Merlin…who
knew I’d be giving a report over my sexual history to Snape tonight?
The boy stopped speaking for a while, just looking at his limp hand, still
resting on Severus’ thigh.  He pinched his eyes shut and waited for some kind
of insult, retort, or joke to come his way.  I’m such a freak…
“Harry,” the older man said with concern, “I’m glad you told me.”  Harry’s eyes
snapped open again.
“You are?!”
“Quite.  Though, I do not understand how you could be virginal with all the
fame you possess.”  Harry raised an eyebrow, this time.  He looked…sad. 
Severus cupped Harry’s blushing cheek, stroking it with his thumb.  Why am I
doing this to him?  He thought in frustration.  Even this caress feels
instinctive.
“I hate being famous.  I’m a hair away from casting a glamour on myself, just
so I don’t have a crowd of followers.  I can’t even go for a walk without being
followed, unless I’m on Hogwarts grounds, and even then people might not leave
me alone.”  He looked down at the green carpet.
“Not even with Riley?”  Snape was careful about this, not wanting to sound
intrusive—especially not after the boy saw his very father making-out with
himself in the pensieve.  He thought he was dying, for Merlin’s sake! 
Harry shook his head slightly, innocent as ever.  “No; never.  We were
intimate, but I overheard him one day with his friends, bragging about
us—saying he might show up on the front page of the Daily Prophet next to me,
with “the perfect couple” headline, or something like that.  He wanted to
be…famous, and dump me, all for some fancy Ministry position he wanted.  That
was the day…”  I found out… Harry trailed.
Snape waited.  The boy seemed so broken-hearted.  Severus scoffed inwardly—as
if I care of teenage love affairs.  But somehow, he did care.
“It was a long time ago.  I don’t think I can talk about it anymore.” 
Harry yawned like a lion. 
“You’re tired.  Return to your dorm.”  Severus was quite aware of his half-
hearted tone.  He shifted, taking his hands off Harry. 
“No.”  The seventeen year old smirked wickedly.
“No?”  His fear was apparent.
Harry grabbed the back of the man’s head and kissed him hard.  Severus tried to
stifle the moan in his throat, he really did, but he couldn’t.  As much as he
hated to admit it, he wanted Harry.  He neededHarry—and only Merlin knew why!
He was cut off by Harry’s lips, claiming his parted mouth. 
“This is wrong, I—” Harry got tired of Severus’ argument, so he licked the
man’s lips fiercely, and unzipped his black pants.  “Too many clothes…” he
breathed, moving down, kneeling between Snape’s legs. 
“Wait—Harry—” he sounded deathly afraid of going further.
Harry stopped, tracing his hands back to Snape’s upper chest.  “What’s wrong?” 
He cocked his head to the right.
“I—I can’t go further.  Not right now, Harry.  I just can’t.”  Severus ran a
hand slowly through the boy’s tousled hair.  His thoughts were screaming: I
need you.
Defeated, Harry sunk against him.  “Why?”  The whisper was barely audible. 
Nobody wants me…not even Severus Snape.  Freak, I’m such a freak…
“Oh, Harry.”  He sighed, taking the boy close in his arms.  He wanted to tell
him…but it was so bloody difficult to get out.  Damn it all.  Harry kissed the
pale hand, rubbing it against his cheek.  “As ridiculous as it might sound, I
do want you, Harry.”  Harry beamed at this, looking into the man’s cauldron-
black eyes.  Snape continued, looking into Harry’s suddenly bright, emerald-
green eyes.  “But I cannot go further.  Not tonight.  If you truly want…to be
with me, you must be patient.”  Harry looked at him, and blinked.  “I was only
gonna give you a blowjob.”
Severus chuckled.  Harry sniggered back.  “I’m afraid too, you know.  I mean…I
know we’d have to keep this all a secret.  I could only imagine what the Daily
Prophet would have to say, with age-difference and all.”  He shuddered at the
thought, clutching Snape’s white shirt.  “But I don’t care.  About any of that
stuff.  All I know is that I’m attracted to you, professor or not.  As for age,
it means nothing—”
Severus let out an impatient sigh.  “Yes, well, I should still speak with
Minerva about our…involvement, with one another.  I would not feel right to
keep it from her.”  He said sternly.  Harry nodded in agreement.  “Okay—so,
till then, what are we?” 
They sat in silence for a minute, maybe two, gazes interlocked, as if they
could find the answer that way.
“Harry,” Severus rasped, jaw clenched, trying to calm himself, “as I am sure
you’ve already guessed, for a very gracious period of time I have spent…without
a partner.”  Harry wanted to hug him tighter.  Instead he waited patiently,
giving a comforting smile.  Even though Severus was his “big fluffy bunny,”
just a softie underneath all the snark, he was also like a scared little boy
who expected the worst. 
“…and, before that, something terrible happened to me.  I wish not to talk
about it now, but I wanted to inform you that, if all you happen to desire is
sex…” Harry gave him a lopsided grin, but Severus continued nonetheless, “…it
will have to wait.”  Harry nodded very seriously, wondering what the “terrible”
thing was that happened to Sev.
“Sev?”
Severus winced in response to the nickname.   Harry laid a hand on the shaking
one, stilling it.
“I never want to hurt you.  I saved you, remember?  Just like you saved
me—starting all the way back to my first Quidditch match, when you kept me from
falling to my death from Quirrell’s bloody jinx—” Harry cupped his left cheek,
“to just an hour ago, when you kissed me.”  He looked serious.  Snape gaped,
and quickly shut his mouth.  No one, not even James, had treated him with this
much care. 
“May I kiss you now?”  Harry looked at him with a steady gaze.  He wasn’t even
breathing as he waited for Severus’ response.
“You may.”  Severus said, with his usual cultured accent.  Slowly, Harry leaned
to the right, careful not to bump Snape’s nose with his own.  His lips parted,
as Severus breathed in quickly, so close to Harry.  He closed his eyes.  Harry
licked his lips out of habit.  “Mmm.”  Just like before, Harry let his lips
touch the corner of Severus’ mouth.  He lingered there for a while, kissing the
sunken cheek very slowly.  Severus let out a quick breath.  His heart was
beating so fast, he could’ve died from cardiac arrest.  How ironic if that were
to be the case…
The thought was stilled by teeth.  Teeth, nibbling on his earlobe.  “Oh,” the
professor let out a barely audible sound at Harry’s touch.  No one’s touched me
there…who knew it could feel so—
Harry blew in his ear.  “Even your earlobe tastes like strawberries,” Harry
whispered seductively.  He left a trail of kisses from Sev’s earlobe to his
chin.  Just for a moment longer, he hovered over those quivering, begging
lips.  Harry took his hand, running it through the raven black hair he once
thought was so greasy and disgusting.  “So soft…” his breath played on Severus’
lips.  He decided he was going to make this last as long as he could. 
He cupped the back of the man’s head, kissing the left sunken cheek.  Snape let
out a groan—Harry hadn’t heard that sound before.  He stifled a chuckle, as he
thought of his professor’s popular snide remark: Patience, Mister Potter.  But
that man was so delicate now, like he could crumble at a single touch, if he
wasn’t careful.
Ever so gently, he suckled Severus’ left earlobe.  He felt a hand on the back
of his head.  “Mmm…you like it when I do that?” he asked the man huskily. 
Snape’s breath caught in his throat.  “Yes, I…like it very much.”  Harry
quivered in delight at that voice, how it rumbled against him like rich waves.
He traced the earlobe with his tongue.  Severus gasped, a little louder this
time.  Harry ignored his throbbing erection, licking Snape’s jawline, pausing
at his chin. 
Potter was licking him as if he were as delectable as a chocolate frog. 
Severus felt that hot, wet tongue against his skin, sending him on a high.  How
was the twit such an expert at this?  Riley, perhaps.  Presumably, he only had
one relationship in his life—
The swirling questions melted away as Harry kissed his forehead, softly and
sweetly.  His brows, usually wrinkled or struck upright, were relaxed as Harry
touched each of them with his swollen lips.  Slowly, Severus felt each muscle
relaxing beneath his skin.  Harry tended to each wrinkle with upmost care,
selflessly. 
“Harry.”  The name crossed his lips, almost angelic sounding, as if he truly
had been saved by the younger wizard.  Harry continued, kissing his way down
Severus’ distinct nose.  He gave one last peck to the tip.  Severus felt his
eyes widen.  Harry smiled.  Severus let the corners of his mouth quirk up.  He
wanted to kiss him so badly, kiss that impish grin off his face…
Harry closed his eyes again, waiting for Sev to make the first move to kiss
him.  He didn’t want to force him to do anything too fast.  Puffs of breath
made his lips hungry for contact.
Severus stroked the boy’s cheek, with the other hand still intertwined in
Harry’s brown hair.  Harry leaned in a bit more, with his mouth parted. 
Severus held in a breath, letting his lips touch firmly against Harry’s.  Harry
moaned, but did not move.  Severus sucked on the pink lips, clasping the boy’s
hair a bit tighter.  Harry kissed him back, and then pried his mouth off
gently, eyes still shut.  Snape let his breath escape his lungs.  Harry pressed
his forehead to Sev’s, rocking him back and forth, just as he did with the
dying man in the Astronomy Tower.  Severus let him, not at all bothered.  In
fact, he felt quite content—more at peace than he’d felt, possibly ever, in his
life.
There, the two men stayed, holding onto each other.  Harry wanted to speak, but
he didn’t want Severus to let go of him.  He didn’t want to open his eyes, only
to find that this had all been a dream. 
Severus left his forehead, and planted one quick kiss on the boy’s right
cheek.  Harry looked at him and blushed.  “Always.”  The younger’s voice
sounded raspy.  “Indeed.”  Snape replied, standing up, regretfully.
“I do not want to impose any further, but, I was wondering…” Harry shook his
head, but continued, “if I could sleep in your quarters tonight?  It’s very
late, and—” Snape nodded, cutting him off.  “I think that would be best, all
things considered.  Do you require a nightshirt?”
Harry smiled, “That would be very thoughtful, thanks.”  Snape walked to his
black wooden closet on the right, pulling out a long, green Slytherin t-shirt,
with a serpent on the front.  He handed it to Harry, who seemed gleeful.  To
give him some privacy to change, Snape took a black nightshirt out of a drawer
and went inside the bathroom. 
Harry took a deep breath.  I’m changing in Snape’s bedroom.  He held back a
childish giggle.  I’ve been naughty with the potions master!  He slipped off
his black robe, red t-shirt and muggle pants, leaving only his y-fronts.  They
were Gryffindor red…and wet, from all the excitement.  He took his wand from
his robes and cast Evanesco to clean that up a bit.  The shirt looked long
enough to cover his undies anyway.  Slipping on the shirt, he smelled it. 
Mmm…the scent of pine and mint.
“I assure you, it is clean.”  He heard Snape say.  How long has he been
watching me?  Harry chuckled. 
“I know, you git.  Erm, where should I sleep, Severus?”  He looked over the man
in his black boxers and night-shirt.  Even the night-shirt has at least twenty
buttons. 
“Cheeky brat.  Due to the circumstances, I would not feel opposed to sharing my
bed with you.  Needless to say, if it makes you uncomfortable, I could
transfigure my couch into a bed in the living room.”  He looked uptight,
crossing his arms.
Harry smiled at him.  “Thank you.  I would love to sleep next to you, if I
could?”
Severus rolled his eyes.  “I wouldn’t have offered if I was not comfortable
with the idea.”  He undid the covers, getting in.  Harry followed.  “Nox.”
They lay there, side-by-side.  The bed was very big and comfy, Harry noticed. 
He tested Sev, scooting closer, until he could feel body heat radiating next to
him.  Harry’s breathing slowed.  Severus fell fast asleep, hearing the boy next
to him doing the same.
At The Midnight Hour
“No…” Severus grunted.  He turned to Harry’s side, who was still asleep. 
“Father, please…take me instead, take—” He brushed Harry’s hand unknowingly.
Harry woke up to Severus tossing and turning around in the bed.  “Severus?”  He
whispered quietly.
“Mother!” Severus’ face looked contorted in the dark.  Harry wasn’t at all
surprised the man had nightmares like he did.  “Sev, shh, it’s okay.”  He put
the quivering hand in his.  The fingers clasped him tightly.  Severus looked
terrified, still dreaming.  Harry pressed his lips to Severus’ hand. 
“Shh, Sev, it’s only me, Harry.  I’m right here.”  Harry wanted to wrap the man
in his arms, but resisted.  “Harry?  No, don’t let me die.”  Harry felt tears
well in his eyes.  Severus grabbed him, still dreaming.  Harry traced soothing
circles along his back. 
“Harry?”  The man said with clarity.  “Shh, it’s okay.  You were having a
nightmare.” 
“Oh,” he said dryly.  He looked at Harry’s darkened eyes.  He squinted.  “What
were you dreaming about?”  Harry asked, with many assumptions in the back of
his mind.  Snape’s childhood, he imagined, couldn’t have been that grand—then
again, he wasn’t sure.  In the pensieve, his father said that Snape was
obsessed, that he would get the dark mark.  Harry could connect the
dots—Severus was obsessed with dark magic.  Though, he could’ve guessed that
after discovering Snape was the half-blood prince. 
He remembered Dumbledore’s last speech in the Great Hall, warning all the
students about the darkness of the coming war.  Tom Riddle, a young man, sat in
this very room as a student here.  Today, he goes by a different title, hence
He Who Must Not Be Named.  I must remind you all that dark forces are among us,
and you are their greatest weapon.  Take heed.
Oh, yes, he remembered.  Snape didn’t answer him, after several minutes.  Harry
decided to break the silence.  “I have them too, you know.  Nightmares—every
time I sleep.”  Severus looked down at him.  “You do?”  The quiet voice filled
the room.
Harry nodded.  “Used to be because of my scar, and I’d see what he saw.  Now
it’s mostly from the night my parents were killed, Cedric, and the war.”  Snape
sighed.  The poor boy.
Harry blinked, tired again.  “Sev?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I hold you?”  Harry looked at him with a loving gaze.  He wasn’t asking
for sex, to Snape’s surprise.
Severus gave him a nod, and flipped over.  Harry wrapped an arm around his
waist, nuzzling his face into his neck.  “Is this okay?”  He murmured.
Severus turned and gave him a quick peck on the forehead, smelling the boy’s
hair again.  “Your hair smells like an ocean.”  The younger grinned, drifting
off to sleep with Severus in his arms.
***** Chapter Eight: Wet Dreams *****
Chapter Eight: Wet Dreams
Harry unbuttoned the black pants, and pulled them down slowly, keeping his gaze
interlocked with Severus’.  The man’s mouth was parted, with heavy breaths
escaping.  Harry stroked his trembling thigh, tracing his fingers over the
thick length beneath Severus’ black boxers.  He licked his lips, wondering how
long that cock was.  He had to see. 
He yanked the boxer shorts down, off his professor’s pale legs.  Long, thick,
about eight inches…Harry moaned in awe.  “Oh, God.”  Snape gasped as Harry
squeezed his balls, looking up at him with those dark-green eyes…the boy looked
so promiscuous like that. 
“Harry—” he managed to say, as he watched the boy take off his glasses, looking
up at him, encircling the tip of his cock with that eager tongue.  Harry moaned
around the large cock, “Sev’rus…”
“Sev’rus…”
Severus was wide awake as he heard Harry moan his name.  The boy was still
holding him tight.  He felt something against his neck.  Harry’s tongue made
little circles on Sev’s skin. 
“Oh…God, Sev…”  Snape could feel the teen’s erection against his ass, making
his own grow harder.  Harry started panting, sucking against Snape’s neck with
eager wet lips.  Severus felt Harry move now, jutting against him, harder and
harder with each thrust.
He couldn’t escape Harry’s grasp, nor did he want to.  He had to touch himself,
or he’d explode.
As Harry ground into him in slow, forceful movements, Severus released his cock
from his boxers and started stroking.  “Oh!  Sobig, Sev…” Harry mumbled,
drooling lightly upon his neck, his tongue now lapping against his skin.
Severus bit his lip to keep from whimpering.  He’s just seventeen, but… Severus
thought, trying to comprehend what was happening, it feels so right with him. 
He felt himself blushing at his own thoughts, shaking his head, trying to deny
his emotions. 
Potter moaned into his neck, and regret vanished.  Denial disintegrated.  Snape
could feel the lust taking over his mind—his entire being.  Potter’s movements
became erratic.  The boy held tightly onto Sev’s waist.  He was grunting into
his professor’s back, still inside his dream.  Severus glanced at the boy
behind him, sweating, lips pink and swollen, with his mouth deliciously open. 
How easy it would be for him to kiss Harry’s delectable lips, mouthing “Sev” at
each lust-driven thrust.  Merlin, he wanted to.  Harry pushed his sweaty,
Quidditch-toned chest against the man’s back.  Severus could feel the strong
muscles moving against him, beneath the green shirt he gave to Harry for the
night.  “Sev,” it came out in a desperate, pleading whimper, “Sev, Sev, Sev!” 
His face contorted.
The older had to swallow back the deep groan in his throat when the boy’s hand
blindly reached for his cock.  Snape couldn’t stop himself from claiming the
pair of lips in front of him.  They tasted like musk and peppermint—Harry’s
smell, Sev thought.  He grunted into the boy’s mouth, not sure if Harry was
even awake, but with Potter stroking his shaft up and down like that, so fast,
so hard, he could feel himself losing control.  He sucked Harry’s tongue.
Harry moaned, parting his lips as if he wanted to say, “oh,” but no sound
came.  His grip on his professor tightened, and he thrust faster, eagerly and
desperately faster…
Harry moaned incoherently in his ear, “Prof-ess-or…come in my mouth…oh p-
professor…please…S-S-S” Harry’s eyes rolled back.  Severus gasped loudly,
feeling himself about to come.  Potter thrust his length once…twice…
“Oh my GOD, Harry!” he leant into the boy, falling limp as his member shot load
after load of cum into the boy’s hand—but Harry wouldn’t stop milking him, not
until he moaned into his professor’s neck.
“S-S-SEVERUS!”  Harry’s voice was shrill and piercing as he came into his y-
fronts, came against his professor’s ass, holding Snape’s long, spent member in
his hands. 
Severus was speechless. 
Harry was still dreaming.
He felt Harry go limp, clutching to him, smearing cum on his cock.  Their
heartbeats slowed as they lie there.  Severus did not dare say anything.  You
fucked me in your sleep, Potter.  A million points to Gryffin—
“Erm.”
Dead silence. 
“Er—is that you?”  Harry asked, as if he had no idea what was going on.  He
felt all slimy. 
“Harry.”  Snape said in a professional tone.
Harry gasped.  His hands were sticky, holding Severus’ cock.  Oh my god.  It
wasn’t a dream.
“I was…asleep…”
“So it seems.” Snape waited for the boy to catch up to reality.  Harry stared
down at Snape’s long cock—oh god, it was perfect. 
Harry kissed the back of his neck.  “Did I hurt you?”
Snape chuckled, not bothering to repress his smile, since his back was facing
Harry.  “Quite the opposite, Mister Potter.”  Harry giggled and went red.
“Why are you calling me ‘Mister Potter’ in bed, while I’m holding your perfect
cock?” Harry mocked, letting go of the half-hard member. 
“Mister Potter,” Snape turned to face him, with his practiced glare, “do I have
to dock points from Gryffindor?”  Harry shuddered, widening his eyes.  He took
his cum-covered hands back, smelling them, and sucking it off slowly, without
taking his eyes off Snape’s.  He loved the taste of Sev’s cum.  His Sev.
The older man grabbed the younger’s wrist, forcing Harry’s fingers out of his
mouth.  The boy licked his lips, with a guilty look in his eyes, like he’d just
been caught cheating during a potions exam.  Snape raised an eyebrow.  “Mister
Potter.  I believe you have granted yourself a detention…” Severus smirked
wickedly at him.  Harry’s cock was rock hard again—and against Snape’s leg—from
that velvety voice.  The boy moaned in response to Snape’s charade.  I’ll never
be able to concentrate in Potions again…
Severus whispered in Harry’s ear, “You’ve been naughty, haven’t you, Mister
Potter?”  Harry whimpered, “Oh, God, Sev, what are you—”  Snape bit his ear. 
“Ow!”  Harry yelped.
“That’s Professor Snape to you.”  He began nibbling the earlobe now, feeling
Harry’s erection twitch against his own.  He knew the boy liked it.  Harry
whimpered, “You heard it all, didn’t you?  You heard what I said…”
“I believe,” Snape said, accentuating each word carefully, hearing Harry moan
softly, “that I need to teach you a lesson,” he grabbed Harry’s ass with both
hands, “Mister Potter.”  He closed his eyes and crushed his lips against
Harry’s trembling ones, thrusting his tongue in and out of his mouth.  “Oh,”
Harry said inside Sev’s mouth.  He mumbled a quick charm to spell off their
clothes between kisses.  “Oh,” he said again, as their cocks rubbed against
each other.  Severus stopped kissing him in time to whisper, “you will address
me as Professor Snape.”  Harry involuntarily thrusted against him.  The boy
likes this?  Who knew?
Severus could hardly keep up the part he was playing.  He couldn’t get
enough—and the sounds Potter was making—Gods.  Harry kissed him sweetly,
resting his hands on the back of Snape’s neck.  He stroked through the sweaty,
black strands of hair.  His hands trailed downward.  Severus kissed the boy
with longing, each kiss more passionate, as if time were slowing down.  He
opened his eyes.  Harry’s lids were closed, so angelic, and his face was so
peaceful, like he’d never seen before.  Feeling Sev’s stare, Harry opened his
bright green, lust-filled eyes.  Snape tightened as the boy clutched his ass. 
Harry smirked at him. 
“P-p-professor?”  The husky voice filled the room.  Snape’s cock twitched
against Harry’s.  He regained some control.  “Mister Potter?”  Severus pinned
him to the bed.  Harry moved his hands away from Sev’s ass-cheeks, wrapping his
legs around them instead.  He kissed him lightly once,
“youweregonnateachmealesson…” the breath played on Snape’s lips. 
“You insufferable brat.”  Snape glared at him, moving his hips from side to
side on top of Harry.  “Have you been naughty, Mister Potter?”  He rubbed their
cocks together in a fast movement.
“I-I,” Harry moved against him, “Oh, God, yes!”  Harry said, moving back and
forth, rocking his cock against Severus’, trying to get more contact.  “Address
me correctly, brat.”  Snape sneered at him, rocking him faster.  Oh fuck, that
sneer!  Harry made incoherent noises.
“Professor Snape!  Yes, right fucking there, oh God…” Harry felt himself
tighten up as Snape’s length teased his erection.  Severus thrusted against him
at a faster pace, clenched inside Harry’s toned legs.  He ran a hand up the
boy’s six-pack, and then moved to cup his cheek.  Harry stole Sev’s hand and
sucked on two fingers.  Severus grunted loudly at the sight—it was all too
much. 
“Mister…Potter…” thrust, thrust, “You…must…be…” Thrust!  Thrust!  Thrust! 
“…punished…”
Harry kept sucking on his professor’s fingers, moaning and whimpering
incoherent pleads, until he gulped, feeling his erection throbbing.  “Professor
Snape…” Harry pulled Sev’s ass down with one hand, crushing their erections
together fiercely.  He looked at the man hungrily, grinding his teeth together
to keep from coming too soon.  He grabbed Sev’s black locks, pushing his head
down, so his ear was against his lips.  “…punish me, Professor, God,
Professor—” Snape cut him off, snarling into his mouth.  Both men trembled
against each other, foreheads together.  Harry panted wildly, “Fuck…” THRUST,
“Prof-” THRUST, “S-“ THRUST, “Severus!” Harry yelled his name loudly, his cock
unloading, shooting out onto his stomach.  “Harry—“ Snape screamed just as
loudly as he came violently, at the same time as Harry.  They locked mouths,
stealing one another’s breath as they came in unison.  Harry felt his
professor’s cum on his chest, mixing with his own. 
He wrapped his arms around his Severus, who went limp on top of him.  “My Sev.”
Harry whispered against the man, panting.  “I am?” Snape looked at him
vulnerably, with puppy-dog eyes, as if he were frightened. 
Harry stroked the man’s hair, nodding, giving him another kiss.  “Mine.”  He
kissed his cheek, “Only mine.”  Harry kissed the man’s nose.  “Always.” 
Severus kissed him on the lips.  Feeling quite sticky, he muttered a thorough
cleaning spell.  He moved off the top of Harry, to his side, stroking his
cheek.  “Really?”  His question was barely audible.  Harry took Sev’s hand,
kissed each finger, and put it against chest above his heart. 
“Do you feel it?”  Harry asked him quietly.  Snape nodded.  He felt it—he felt
the heartbeat against his hand, and the unexplainable pull toward Harry
Potter.  The boy had a serious look on his face.  “It beats for you—only for my
Severus.”  Snape’s coal-black eyes widened at him.  He took Harry’s hand, and
put it on the left side of his chest.  “Only for…my Harry.”  Severus whispered
the last two words, pinching his eyes shut, as if he were expecting the worst. 
Harry looked moved—like he could cry.  Harry whispered back to him: “I’m not
leaving you, ever.”  Snape’s eyes opened again.  He chuckled, causing Harry’s
hand to vibrate against his chest.
Harry smiled at him.  Snape tried a smile—it felt so foreign, but he did it for
Harry.  For his Harry.
“Mmm…” Harry yawned, tired from all the fucking.  Severus felt a stir in
Harry’s heartbeat.  “You should get some rest, Harry.”  Severus muttered
another cleaning spell for good-measure.  Harry yawned again, unmoved.  “What
time is it, Sev?”  Severus glanced at his nightstand.  The clock read 4:13AM. 
“Much too early.”  Harry sniggered.  “Good.  ‘Cause that means I can stay right
here.”  Severus lay next to him, shifting on his back.  Harry kissed the man’s
forehead.  I love you, he thought, but couldn’t say aloud.  Instead, he rested
his head against Snape’s bare chest, hearing the regular thumping of the man’s
heart. 
Once more, the young wizard yawned, about to drift off to sleep.  Severus
kissed the boy’s head of hair, taking in the scent of clear ocean water.  Harry
was aware of this, but kept still.  He wanted to enjoy the moment.  Sev
muttered accio black blanket, pulling the covers over both of them, stroking
Harry’s arm.  Harry snuggled closer, pretending like he was fast asleep. 
“My Harry,” Snape closed his eyes.  He wrapped an arm around him, still lightly
stroking his arm.  I think“I’m in love with you.” 
Dead silence. 
More silence.
Severus didn’t mean to say it.  He didn’t want to say it.  He heard himself
mutter it.  He was panicking.  His heart was probably racing a mile a minute
under Harry’s ear.  Please let him be asleep…
Snape pinched his eyes shut.  The last time he said that to someone, his heart
was torn to pieces.  But this was different, he felt it, he—
“I’m in love with you, too, Sev.”  The boy was awake.  He’s awake.  And he said
it.  Merlin.
Snape was sure his heart stopped beating as Harry was rubbing calming circles
onto the right side of his chest.  He was starting to believe he hadn’t really
been in love before.  Not like this—with this amount of tender care.  Perhaps
he never knew what he was missing.
Severus drifted asleep to the calming smell of the ocean.  Harry smiled and
fell asleep soon after, taking another whiff of the man who smelled of fresh
strawberries.
***** Chapter Nine: A Foot-Fetish *****
Chapter Nine: A Foot-Fetish
Did you know that you smell like strawberries?
“NO!” 
Draco Malfoy bolted upright with his chest heaving and encased in sweat.  Why,
why oh why had he listened through his godfather’s wards?  He slapped his hand
to his glistening forehead, squeezing his eyes shut.  And now, I have to face
him.  Today.
He whimpered with a contorted face, as if he’d eaten something horrible. 
Potter and Severus Snape?  He made a very obvious gagging sound, much like the
one he’d made before he ran from his godfather’s door last night. 
He had to write a letter—and he refused to think about Potter while doing so. 
Dear Severus,
I accept your invitation from yesterday—I’ll pay you a visit at 10:00AM.
Just write me back if this isn’t a good time, as per usual.
Love,
Draco
Alright—it was done.  It wasn’t the best he could do, but he didn’t care
anymore. 
The Slytherin looked over at his owl, still sleeping.  He clicked his tongue
until Henry awoke, deciding to give him a tasty treat.  From underneath his
dark-green bed, he pulled out a sack of Bertie-Botts Every Flavour Beans.  He’d
become quite excellent at transfiguring them into mice for Henry—after all, he
couldn’t very well keep live mice in his room, could he?  That’d be
disgusting. 
“Vera Verto.”  The little blue mouse looked at Draco in horror, squealing.  He
couldn’t quite get the color right, but it’d do.
He’d have none of that.  With a kind gesture, Draco dangled the little mouse
above Henry’s mouth.  Henry accepted his treat and flew off to deliver the
letter.
Draco sighed.  No turning back now. 
He had been thinking a lot—probably too much—about what he’d heard last night. 
He didn’t want to, but Merlin, it’d been as shocking as his own father’s death!
Draco leant against the snake-shaped headboard.  9:00AM. He smelled his right
under-arm, then hit the shower.  Maybe it’ll give me some time to think…
~~Meanwhile…~~
It was 9:00AM when Severus Snape heard the letter fall from the chute.  Pang! 
He charmed it, so he would know when he would receive a package or letter. 
Whenever he had a note of his own to send, he would simply place it underneath
the chute, and it would travel upward to his owl—taken care of by Argus.  The
last thing he needed was a window that a bloody owl would peck at every blasted
day. 
He heard a sigh—but it wasn’t his.  He almost jumped. 
Oh my God.  Potter.
Yes, last night had happened.  It was all finally sinking in.  The kissing, the
fondling, the mind-blowing orgasms…
Severus gaped.  We said…
Harry’s right arm and leg, which were wrapped around Severus’ body, encased him
and pulled the man closer.  He was lying in bed naked with a student.  And I
said ‘I…lo—
His thought was cut off immediately by the pair of lips on his neck.  They were
dry, but hot.  The older man’s breath hitched.  He relaxed into Harry’s touch,
letting the boy ravish him with slow, gentle kisses.  He didn’t want to come
back to reality. 
But he couldn’t stay like this with Harry forever.  “Accio Severus Snape’s
letter.”
The envelope flew into his hand.  Harry noticed, but was busy at the moment,
tracing his tongue around the hickeys on his professor’s neck.  He smiled at
himself, proud of his work.  Harry wanted to giggle, but then Snape would
question him—no, he’d keep this little secret to himself.  He continued
sucking, like a sneaky Slytherin would do. 
Severus stifled a deep-throated groan and ripped open the letter, wasting no
time. 
Dear Severus,
I accept your invitation from yesterday—I’ll pay you a visit at 10:00AM.
Just write me back if this isn’t a good time, as per usual.
Love,
Draco
Ah yes, Severus remembered, Draco. He sighed, not wanting to explain himself to
his godson.  Then again, he considered, Draco’s been the only understanding
person—aside from Minerva and Albus—of the unacceptable events of my past. He
loved Draco—although the brat had the worst timing.  He was nothing like Lucius
was—well, with the exception of being manipulative in his own way. 
“Potter…” His voice was quieter than expected.  He felt Harry’s erection
against his hip.  Merlin, the boy’s going to kill me.  Then again, what a way
to go…  He already felt his own cock swelling at the boy’s excitement.  Potter
bit his shoulder playfully, teasing his right nipple with his finger.  “Mmm?” 
Severus shuddered at the contact, and the hum of Harry’s voice against his
skin.  He gasped in pleasure.  With a smile, Harry pinched the hard bud, moving
his lips to Sev’s ear.  “Mmm…you like it when I do that?”  The younger didn’t
give a chance for Snape to respond; he tongued his professor’s ear in and out. 
Snape grunted, and in a swift movement, he grabbed Potter’s head and crushed
his lips against his own.  The boy was heaving, his eyes fluttering closed,
completely and beautifully lost in Severus’ wild kiss.  The grunting Sev was
producing wasn’t helping his erection, either.  Harry let himself be claimed,
head locked in place, unable to take any control of the man before him.  It was
a side of Severus he liked—one he wanted to see more of.  All he could do was
press back heavily and let a wild moan escape his needy mouth. 
Severus caught the Gryffindor’s tongue with his teeth, clamping them, holding
them in place.  He sucked on Harry’s delectable tongue, taking one firm hand
off his head, down to pinch his left hardened nipple.  Harry squirmed in
pleasure, squealing, trying to move on top of Severus. 
“Harry…” Severus flicked his nipple, trying to speak between demanding kisses,
“Shower…Before…” Harry gulped and looked into the man’s eyes.   “Before Draco…”
Harry finished.  Severus nodded.  Harry grinned—he’s so cute when he does that,
Severus thought, totally captivated by the green eyes before him.
Harry’s grin kept, while his eyes transformed from an understanding glint to a
look of pure lust.  It’s so hard not to kiss him like this, the seventeen year
old thought, mindlessly licking his lips.
Severus seemed to understand, and gently let go of him, scooting off the right
side of his bed. 
Harry looked up.  He saw Severus smile like the little boy he saw in the
pensieve.  It made him so gleeful, that he actually giggled and blushed. 
Severus held a hand out to Harry, as the wizard moved to get out of the bed. 
As Harry grabbed his hand, there was a surge of power, perhaps of magic, that
coursed through his veins.  It was quite strange—nothing like lust or
attraction, but just a fleet of loving power.  Strangely enough, Severus felt
it as well.  Both men looked at each other with lust-filled eyes, despite their
confusion.  Harry tightened his grip.  “Come.”  Severus said, practically
pulling him into the bath.
“Shower or bath?”  Harry asked the man with husk in his voice, very aware of
both their happy naked erections.  “Aguamenti.” Severus transfigured water into
the tub, almost too hot, but not quite.  Bubbles!  Harry thought happily as
they appeared in the tub.  He smirked at the thought that Severus Snape liked
to have bubble-baths.
 
The tub was quite large, actually.  Harry shut the door behind them, watching
Severus get into the tub.  The man relaxed his muscles, just like when he was
about to have an orgasm…
Harry shuddered, hopping over to join him.  He was a little embarrassed about
his pre-cum, trying to hide it.  “Eager, Mister Potter?”  Severus opened his
eyes and raised an eyebrow at him, as Harry encased himself with bubbles and
water.  He felt his Potions Master’s legs sliding up against his own, giving
him a jolt throughout his body.  “Oh, God…”  Harry looked at the man, trying to
relax—but he couldn’t, not after hearing that voice…
He eyed the shampoo that Sev was about to use.  The older rubbed his hands
together, not taking his eyes off of Harry, and then rubbed the foam onto his
scalp.  Harry licked his lips—why does this turn me on? 
Harry grabbed the man’s feet instinctively.  He felt how smooth they
were—taking off his glasses, he ducked under water, and sucked on Sev’s big
toe.  Harry hoped that his small shot of cum wouldn’t float up to the top of
the water—the man’s feet just tasted so delectable!
Taking a deep breath as he resurfaced, he saw that Sev’s hair was completely
washed, and his eyes were almost luminous.  Harry was biting his lip.  “Do it
again.”  Snape said slowly, accenting each word, but quietly and
unintimidating.
Harry couldn’t help his moan as he grabbed the man’s other foot, bringing it
above water.  He stared at it like it was a cauldron cake, ready to be eaten. 
Licking underneath Sev’s wet toes, he closed his eyes as he sucked on three of
them.  He used his tongue enticingly.  “Mmm.”  He furrowed his brow in
concentration, licking the heel of his Potion Master’s foot, trailing all the
way up to his big toe—eyes boring into the coal-black gaze.  Severus gasped
loudly as Potter sucked his toes like that—so eager, so willing…
Harry whimpered, taking the man’s toes out of his mouth, licking his lips.  He
looked straight at Sev with his mouth open, and pressed the foot to his
throbbing erection.  Severus felt it—hard for him—strangely turned on by
Potter’s foot fetish.  Harry thrusted against the foot on his cock, his pupils
dilating, mouth shaped as if he wanted to moan, but couldn’t.  “Please?”  Harry
begged, grabbing his professor’s other foot, putting it against the other side
of his erection.  Snape whimpered in response, just nodding.
“Oh, Merlin.”  Harry lost control, once he had permission, using Severus’ feet
to grind against.  His face was flushed, eyes in a daze, as he practically came
like that.  “Harry, wait.”  Severus heard himself rasp.  He couldn’t watch the
boy any longer—he had to do something…
Harry licked his lips and nodded, thinking that he’d gone too far.  “I’m
sorry—”
Severus smashed his lips to Harry’s swollen ones, breathing “Don’t ever be
sorry for that, Harry…”
Harry whimpered loudly and let Severus kiss his neck.  He felt long fingers on
his arse, pulling him a bit out of the water, until his cock was out.  It was
quite perfect, at this angle.
Sev looked at him with hunger in his eyes, his hands touching the tip of
Harry’s long, narrow prick.  “Oh, yes!”  Harry screamed, lurching forward into
the touch.  Severus grinned evilly.  “Patience, Mister Potter…” Oh, not that
voice again…so velvety…
Harry breathed heavily, looking down at his professor slowly encasing his thin
lips around the tip of his tender cock.  He bit his lip—he was so hard.  And
watching Sev like this…it was driving him over the edge.  “Oh, God…that voice
of yours…” 
Snape responded by moaning with his cock a little farther inside his mouth.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off Snape—obviously an expert at this.  He gripped
his long black hair, holding it out of his face, stroking his head.  
“Severus…”  The Potions Master licked Harry’s slit, and encased the boy’s
entire cock in his mouth.  “Mmmm…”  He heard his professor hum as he started to
bob up and down slowly.  It was the most erotic thing Harry had seen.  “Oh
God!  If you keep doing that…”
Harry moaned with each slow bob.  Severus got faster, licking the bottom of his
cock, sucking on the tender tip again.  Harry screamed pleadingly, “Sev! 
Severus!  Like that!”  Faster, Severus took Harry’s cock in his mouth and
bobbed up and down, sucking hard.  Harry’s eyes rolled back, gripping the long
black hair for dear life.  He started thrusting his hips up into Severus’
mouth, fucking him, meeting his lips.  Severus met his pounding and felt
Harry’s cock enlarge further into his throat.  He could tell the boy was
close.  He wrapped a hand around his own cock, pumping at the same speed.
“That’s—that’s it!  S-SEV!Oh…my…”  Harry whimpered, as Severus sucked him even
harder, feeling himself in the man’s throat.  “I’m…coming…” the boy barely
whispered, as he felt his cum shoot into Sev’s throat—his cock was throbbing so
bad, as his professor sucked it dry.  Harry whimpered incoherent pleads,
shooting more and more cum into Sev.  He felt himself go limp while Severus was
still stroking himself, milking Harry’s cock for the last of his cum.  He
swallowed it all, licking his cock clean. 
Harry breathed hard before kissing Severus with tender care.  It was slow and
sensual.   Harry reached down at Sev’s cock, so long, so hard for him.  “My
turn,” he whispered with allure.  Sev just kissed him again, as he felt Harry
lift his arse, lick his lips, staring at the erect cock dripping with pre-cum. 
“Beautiful…”  Harry said, before he took one hand around the base, sucking the
tip rapidly.  Severus was losing it—he was surprised he held back this long. 
Watching Harry with lust-filled emerald eyes engulf him deeper and deeper, it
didn’t even look difficult for him to get his lips all the way to the bottom,
sucking on Severus’ length.  Harry closed his eyes and imitated his professor’s
earlier movements, bobbing up and down with his head.  He was sucking so hard! 
“Merlin, Harry!”  He grabbed Harry’s wet hair with one hand, stroking his cheek
with the other.  Harry smiled up at him, licking the top slit.  “Patience,
professor…”
Harry grinned sheepishly, blushing, before closing his eyes and fucking Severus
with his mouth.  Severus let out a wild gasp, only making Harry go faster.
“HARRY!  I…” Severus bucked his hips, not able to hold back anymore.  Harry
moaned, feeling Sev’s cock pump the liquid into his mouth, going down his
throat like honey.  Harry sucked on him, whimpering as Sev did.  He felt the
load empty out, after such a long time.  The young wizard licked him clean,
sucking tenderly on the tip.  Severus’ eyes were closed in pleasure.
As Severus felt Harry’s mouth leave his cock, he groaned at the loss,
completely spent.
“Tempus.” Severus muttered.
9:45AM
Harry wrapped his arms around his professor, listening to his heart beat
against his chest.  “Mmphff.”
Severus chuckled lightly.  Harry looked up at him.  “Sev.”
“Mmm?”
“What’s the important thing you’re telling Draco today?” Harry raised an
eyebrow—not nearly as high as Snape would, but it was getting better.
Severus looked away.  “I can’t tell you that right now.”  Harry pouted. 
Severus helped Harry up.  “We must get dressed.” 
“Exacreso.”  Harry dried them both off.
Snape was already in a black button-up shirt and black dress pants.  Harry
struggled to pull on his clothing. 
“I have an idea.”  Harry breathed, a bit nervous to ask.  Severus chuckled,
“And what, Merlin forbid, is this idea, Mister Potter?”  Severus said it in a
playful tone—Harry’s eyebrows went up in surprise at how nice the git was
being.
“Erm…what if…I mean, Draco—he already knows.  About us, I mean.  And…” Harry
gulped, not knowing how to sound intelligent in front of this man.  He
blushed.  Severus looked amused, quirking one eyebrow up, as if to say, “Go
on…”
“I have something to tell you.”  Harry said with nervousness. 
“Let me guess—you fancy me?”  Severus wore his usual wicked smirk.  Harry
grabbed a pillow and slapped him in the back with it. 
“You git!”  Harry laughed deliriously, and then got his wits back.  “Okay, so,
here’s the thing.  Since everyone’s supposed to repeat their seventh year at
Hogwarts, I went into McGonagall’s office—”
CRACKLE! 
“Uncle Sev?” 
Oh Shit, the Floo.  Draco.  Harry.  Me.  All here together.
“Coming!”  Severus chimed, in an unusual tone of voice.  Harry was silent.
***** Chapter Ten: Can I Slither-in? *****
Chapter Ten: Can I Slither-in?
CRACKLE! 
“Uncle Sev?” 
Oh Shit, the Floo.  Draco.  Harry.  Me.  All here together.
“Coming!”  Severus chimed, in an unusual tone of voice.  Harry was silent.
Draco flinched at his godfather’s voice.  It wasn’t ever that high-pitched.  I
hope I’m not walking in on something…he shuddered, smoothing out his robes.  If
Potter was here, he would notmake a fool of himself. 
He looked around the familiar living area, eyeing some tarts on a silver tray. 
He shrugged, popping a blueberry one into his mouth.  His gaze drifted to the
empty glasses and whiskey bottle.  Trying hard not to imagine Potter and Snape
drinking, he decided to spell everything back into their proper cabinets.  He
sighed, taking another bite-sized blueberry tart.  The less awkward, the
better.
~~HPSS~~
Snape looked at Harry, then at the door, rubbing his forehead.  Draco’s going
to find out anyway… He considered, wondering how he got into this mess.
Noticing the older’s distress, Harry sighed.  “Look, I can stay in here until
Malfoy leaves, or you can cast an invisibility spell on me…or something…” Harry
bit his lip.  “I know this is all new and everything…it doesn’t bother me that
you don’t want to tell him.  Really, it doesn’t, I understand.”  Who would want
a real, public relationship with me anyway?  All anyone’s ever wanted from me
was a share of my fame and inheritance…I’m such a freak…Harry looked down at
the floor, then up at Severus.  Snape held out a hand, and Harry took it
easily, standing up next to him. 
He clutched Harry, pulling him into an embrace.  Potter’s mind was like an
open-book—Severus knew he shouldn’t pry, but he needed to know if the boy was
serious about this or not.  Harry sighed into his professor’s neck.  Severus
smirked and kissed the top of Harry’s head.
“Harry?”
Harry perked up, looking at him eagerly. 
“You may stay, if you wish to.  Of course,” he paused, scanning Harry for a
reaction, “I cannot keep this secret from Draco for long, but I will do so if
it makes you more comfortable.”
Harry smiled, kissing Sev lightly on the lips.  Then, he furrowed his brow in
confusion.  “I thought Malf—Draco already knew about us?” 
Snape stoked Harry’s bangs, pushing them out of his face.  “It is true that he
knows we’ve kissed, but, not much more than that.  I admit, it does seem to be
very…soon…to be discussing the seriousness of…” Severus stopped, trying to find
the right etiquette in this situation.
“Our relationship.”  Harry finished for him, giving him a lopsided grin. 
Severus kissed him hard, pulling away just as quickly to say, “Is that what you
want?”  With his eyes closed, Harry murmured, “I—would like that—I mean—if you
want that too.  Do you?”  Harry waited for a negative remark.  Of course
not…why would he want to be with The Boy Who Lived?
Severus stroked Harry’s cheek, waiting for the green eyes to open.  He smiled
at him, feeling happier than he’s felt in perhaps twenty years.  Harry grinned
back sheepishly, still not used to Sev’s lovely smile.
“Harry—I hope you believe me when I say that, although I was surprised at the
turn of our friendship together, I care about you, more than anything.” 
Severus kissed his forehead lightly, speaking slowly against Harry, “I want…to
be with you.” Harry trembled with joy.  He wasn’t expecting that response!
He gave Sev’s hand a squeeze, and another light kiss on the lips. 
Severus started, “Draco is probably wondering where I am.”  He broke away from
Harry, all except his hand.  “Shall we?”  Harry could tell Severus was nervous,
but he nodded happily, trailing behind him as his professor opened the door.
Draco heard the doorknob turn as he swallowed the tart down.  He coughed. 
“Uncle Sev!  Thank you for inviting me.”  He stopped talking when he saw Harry
next to him at the doorway.
“Hello Draco.  Yes, of course, we have much to discuss.  I hope you do not mind
Harry joining us?”  They walked closer, grips tightening against each other’s
hands. 
“Not at all.  Potter.”  He bowed at Harry, as if to welcome him.  Harry smirked
playfully, unclasping his hand from Snape’s.  “Thanks, you can just call me
Harry if you’d like.”  He stuck his hand out to Draco.
Malfoy wore a surprised look, eying him, shaking his hand.  “Uh…thank you. 
Harry.  You may address me as Draco.”  Harry smiled at him. 
Severus smiled at them: two rivals shaking hands.  Draco removed his hand from
Harry’s and looked at his godfather smiling.  His right eyebrow shot up in
surprise. 
“Let’s all have a seat, shall we?”  Snape conjured a fresh tray of biscuits and
lemon tarts, along with three cups of tea.
Draco took the seat across from Potter and Snape, sipping his juice.  This is
bloody weird.  He felt so awkward—even after thinking about his Uncle Sev and
Potter from last night, the whole thing seemed so bloody unlikely. 
As if Harry could read Draco’s mind, he sipped his tea next to Severus,
thinking how awkward the present situation has become.  He looked over at
Severus, waiting for him to say something.
Malfoy cleared his throat.  Severus looked at him knowingly, and put his tea
down.  “I’ve come across a very important potion—the one we’ve been looking
for.” 
Draco widened his eyes.  “You don’t mean—“
Severus nodded slowly.
Harry narrowed his eyes at the two of them, sipping his tea.  He felt a little
out of place, but he didn’t want to pry. 
“Yes.  I’ve informed Minerva about the new improvement to our summer research
sessions.  Of course, there are many…risks involved.”  Severus wrinkled his
forehead, sullenly.
Draco gulped, clasping the robes on his knees.  “What kind of risks?” 
Severus sighed.  He looked at Harry, who was trying hard not to look confused. 
Harry met his gaze, then looked back at Malfoy.  “I suppose…you are curious to
know what we are discussing.”  Severus said with a blank expression.
“No, no—it sounds private.  I don’t need to—“ Harry was interrupted by Draco.
“I really don’t mind Potter—I mean, Harry—knowing.  Uh…” he turned to Harry, “I
never really thanked you.”  Harry stared at him, unsure of what to say.  In all
honesty, so many things had happened the day of Voldemort’s downfall,
everything seemed like a blur.
“Well,” Harry gulped, “I just…”
“Thank you for saving me.”  Draco said, without nervousness or fear.
“I…of course, Draco.  I mean, I couldn’t just let you stay there.  Actually…”
Harry wondered if this was the right time to bring this up.  He pinched his
eyes shut, then looked at the floor. 
“Yes?” Draco asked softly.
“I was hoping that we could make amends…give friendship a try?”  Harry’s eyes
looked genuine enough, Draco pondered.   He put a hand to his chin, thinking it
over.  
Nodding, he said, “Yes, well.  We have had quite a history, Potter.”
Harry quickly added, “I think we just got off on the wrong foot, really—“
“I couldn’t agree more.”  Draco smiled, laying a hand on Harry’s.  “Friends?”
Harry blushed a little from the unexpected contact, nodding vigorously. 
“Yeah!”
Severus eyed the two and beamed inside.  Draco took his hand away.
“Erm…there’s also something I’ve been meaning to tell Sev—I mean, Professor
Snape.  I might as well tell it to both of you.
“It’s a long story, really, but—earlier in the week, I was speaking with
Professor McGonagall in her office.  I eyed the sorting hat, asking it why I
was put in Gryffindor…” Harry bit his lip.
Draco raised an eyebrow in unison with Snape.
“Anyway, before it could answer, Professor McGonagall informed me that she was
about to go into a meeting.  So, you see, I asked the hat if…if I could try it
on again.  When she was gone, I mean.”  Harry started sweating at his
forehead.  He wiped it away. 
“The hat said something I didn’t understand: a riddle of some sort.  What I got
from it was,” Harry licked his lips, “If I put it on, I had to accept any
consequences that came with it.”
Snape interrupted, “Harry, do you mean to tell me that you put the hat on,
expecting—“
“To get sorted into Gryffindor?  Yes.  Particularly, I wanted to know why I
should be in Gryffindor.”   Harry said.
“Why would you want to know?  Aren’t you comfortable being a Gryffindor?” 
Draco said quietly.
Harry shrugged.  “Yeah, I suppose so.  More than anything, I was curious.  In
my first year at sorting, it contemplated putting me in either Gryffindor or…”
Harry looked at Snape, “or Slytherin.”
He continued, watching their mouths gape open.  Suddenly, Snape knew where he
was going with this.
“I put it on my head, out of sheer curiosity.  It claimed Slytherin!”  Harry
threw up his hands in dramatic effect.  “I immediately put the hat back in its
place, but it was laughing…and I felt kind of pale, like I’d just eaten an
earwax bean.
“McGonagall came back into her office, and after I told her what happened, she
said it ‘couldn’t be undone.’”
Snape paused.  “Wait, Harry.  Are you trying to say—“
“That you are in Slytherin?!” Draco finished, in exclamation.
Harry bit his lip and nodded.  “Officially, yes.  McGonagall said it’s the
first time in history for someone to switch houses.”
Snape and Malfoy stared at him in silence.
“So…what’s all this about summer research?”  Harry casually sipped his tea, not
wanting them to know yet that he was excited to be in Slytherin house.
                              ~~To Be Continued~~
***** Chapter Eleven: Time for Tea! *****
Chapter Eleven: Time for Tea!
Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy looked at each other, and then back at Harry,
who was smiling into his tea cup.  Both of Snape’s eyebrows twitched, as if
they didn’t know whether to furrow or raise upon his forehead. 
 
Malfoy closed his mouth and swallowed.  His mouth felt dry, so he chugged the
tea in front of him.  It was searing hot.  Tears came to his eyes, but he
performed a silent charm to dry them before anyone could see. 
 
Snape was completely aware that his godson did this, but said nothing.  He
didn’t even give him a knowing look.  In fact, he felt quite ecstatic.
 
But he couldn’t let his feelings bubble to the surface—Potter’s a Slytherin!  A
Slytherin!!  He cleared his throat, with a hand over his mouth.
 
Harry just glanced at him shyly, then smiled big into his tea cup again,
sipping the hot liquid slowly.  I must be getting better at Occlumency, he
thought victoriously.  Snape’s thoughts were loud and clear, and I wasn’t even
trying to read him!
 
The seconds were ticking by, and Harry was getting bored.  He sighed loudly,
which made the other men jump.  Draco dropped a tart on the floor, but quickly
grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth, acting as if nothing had happened. 
He looked like a gopher with chubby cheeks until he finally swallowed it.
 
Severus narrowed his eyes at Harry.  Harry opened his mouth for a few seconds,
then shook his head and closed it again.
 
With a deep breath, Severus started.  “Well, well, Mister Potter.  You never
seem to take the easy route, do you?”  Harry stifled a giggle, failing to hide
his blush.  ‘Mister Potter’ used to sound intimidating, before last night.  Now
it just causes all the blood to rush to my—
 
“Although, dare I say it,” Snape cut off his thoughts, “this may just be the
best thing to have happen to you.”  Harry set down his tea cup and beamed. 
Draco’s mouth hung open.  He continued, “After all, Albus presumed you a
destined Slytherin, but your debate with the bloody hat in your first year
steered you into Gryffindor’s clutches.”  Severus sipped his tea slowly.  He
raised an eyebrow for dramatic effect.
 
Harry cocked his head to the side.  Destined for Slytherin?  He didn’t agree. 
He’d met such great friends in Gryffindor—and, like he told Severus yesterday,
he was still worried that he wouldn’t fit into Slytherin house.  Though, it
will be nice to have a change in scenery after the war. 
 
Draco cleared his throat, after thinking over the situation.  Potter in
Slytherin…who would’ve thought?  He could see the other wizard’s nervousness
about being re-sorted—it was quite obvious.  Harry looked up at Draco’s eyes. 
 
Harry saved his life.  Draco knew that, if Harry had been re-sorted just two
years ago, he would taunt him to no-end as the “Golden Boy of Slytherin.” 
Harry wore an insecure look on his face.  He wasn’t sure what Draco would say,
and despite the fact that he did save Draco’s life, Harry didn’t want any
praise or special treatment because of it.  He wanted to earn Draco’s trust
fairly.
 
“Welcome to Slytherin, Harry.”  Draco smiled.  “I’m sure it’ll suit you better
than Gryffindor.  It will be quite a change for you, but I can help you
there.”  He stuck out his hand.
 
Harry giggled at Draco’s last line.  He totally said it that way on purpose! 
Harry thought, remembering his first encounter with the eleven year old.  It
wasn’t as funny back then, when he insulted Ron as a typical Weasley, saying
that he shouldn’t get mixed up with the wrong sort of people. 
 
But this is different, Harry thought to himself.  We’re not eleven anymore, and
we know better than to declare someone as lesser due to their name or
bloodline.  Harry shook Draco’s hand without hesitation.  “That’d be
brilliant!”  He sounded ecstatic.
 
Severus wondered if he could take any more surprises.  He sipped his tea again,
trying to calm himself.  He knew he had yet to tell Harry about his
research—but maybe he could hold off on that a little longer into the
conversation. 
 
Severus looked at Draco, and gave him a soft smile, in appreciation of his
acceptance and warm welcome to Harry.  “I believe that would be most
appreciated, Draco.  Harry will need someone to show him proper Slytherin
etiquette.”  Harry nodded at this, repressing an eye-roll.  Slytherin
etiquette…he thought dramatically, of course there’s etiquette. “Well, you can
skip the first lesson, because I already know how to talk to snakes.”  Harry
spoke in Parseltongue, watching Sev’s reaction.  The older man twitched.  He’d
have to try it on him later, when they were alone. 
 
Severus ignored his rock-hard erection and continued, “I do have a bit
more…news for you, Draco.  Though, I’m sure it won’t be that shocking to you.” 
The potions master smirked at him.  Harry tried to hold back his blush, but he
was as red as a tomato.  Draco sighed, “Go on.”
 
“Harry and I are together.”  Snape said the words slowly. 
 
Draco tried to look shocked, and raised an eyebrow.  “What do you mean,
‘together?’”  Severus sighed in irritation.  Harry took his hand and stroked it
soothingly. 
 
“Well…we’re…erm, partners.  Together.”  Harry said nervously.  Severus grasped
his hand back to calm him down.  The younger sighed of relief.
 
Draco wondered how he should respond to this.  Sure, he heard them kissing, but
he wasn’t expecting his godfather to tell him this information so
soon…actually, after he thought about it, he never once saw Severus with
anyone.  “That’s…really…great.  I’m happy for you both.”  He smiled at them. 
“Although, I’m not sure why I wouldn’t be surprised, Severus!”  He laughed
nervously, “how could I have known?”
 
Harry giggled, not able to hold it in.  Severus slapped him lightly on the
knee.  “Ow!  You git!”  Harry exclaimed, halting his laughter.  What’s going
on…Draco wandered off in thought.
 
“Nice try, Draco.  I heard you gagging on your breath through my door last
night, after you claimed to leave.”  Draco twitched in fear.  His mouth felt
dry again.  Snape smirked evilly at him. 
 
Harry patted Sev’s hand, and looked at Draco.  “Really, Draco, I understand why
you did it.  I mean, if I were you, I’d be curious as to why I would be in
Severus Snape’s rooms as well.”  Harry chuckled.  “How shocked were you,
anyway?  Bet you weren’t expecting—“
 
Draco made the gagging sound again, “Ugh!  Spare me the details, Potter!  I’m
happy for you two and all, but I admit that it was a bit much last night.  I
shouldn’t have listened—“ he turned to his godfather, “I won’t do it again, you
have my word on that.”
 
Snape laughed, “I’m sure you won’t.”  He turned back to Harry.  “I believe you
were wondering about the research I have been working on.”  Harry nodded at
him, curiously.
 
Severus pried his hand away from Harry’s.  He gently lifted up the sleeve on
his left arm.  The dark mark was still there.  Harry kept himself from
flinching.  He kicked himself mentally for still having that reaction to the
dark mark.  This is Sev’s arm…and he isn’t evil…he would never hurt me.  Harry
had to repeat this mantra in order to stay calm—whether he liked it or not. 
“You want to remove it?”  Harry guessed.
 
Severus nodded, “Draco does as well.  I’ve been working on a potion for nearly
15 years, knowing that one day, hopefully, I’d use it after the Dark Lord’s
fall.”  His eyes grew heavier as he spoke, and his voice sounded dead, as if
he’d almost lost all hope. 
 
“How did you…” Harry began, not sure how to finish the sentence.  He tried
again.  “…how did you find the cure after so long?”  Harry felt nervous for
some reason.  Severus sensed this from Harry.  He often wondered what life
would have been like for him, had he not become a death eater.  His life had
been nothing but hardship, pain, and full of sacrifice since he turned
seventeen.
 
“There was an ingredient I never thought to add—until the day I almost…”
Severus trailed off, shaking his head.  Typically, he knew what to say, and
knew the proper way to say it at that.  But it was still hard to talk about his
near-death experience.  “Upon the date in which the Dark Lord almost succeeded
in killing me, I had a revelation.  I collected phoenix tears from Fawkes in
McGonagall’s office, dropping them in with liquid luck and other numerous
ingredients.”
 
“But is it really a suitable potion?  Have you tested it?”  Draco asked
eagerly.  He hated having the mark—and he never really wanted it to begin with.
 
Severus nodded once, “I think so, but it will be quite painful.  The potion
must sit on a low fire for one day on a full moon.  Assuming it has been brewed
properly, the witch or wizard with a dark mark would have to consume three
drops of the potion for exactly three days.”  Draco nodded, taking in all the
information. 
 
Severus sighed.  “Unfortunately, in order to remove the mark completely, the
process will be quite unpleasant.  To be transparent, since I have only tested
the potion on rats.”
 
“But how could rats obtain the dark mark?”  Harry asked.
 
“It was quite difficult, but not impossible.  After studying how the Dark Lord
branded new Death Eaters into his inner-circle, I watched closely and was able
to mimic it, almost exactly.  Though,” Severus paused, “it doesn’t really
matter what the mark looks like in the removal process.  All that matters is
the type of dark magic used to produce it, and the potion will have the same
effects.” 
 
Harry nodded in understanding.  Draco seemed worried.  “It won’t…kill us, will
it?” 
 
Severus scoffed at him.  “No, of course not!  Do you think I am daft?  If
anything, I expect the pain to remain constant throughout the period of
consumption, which means Narcissa or a trusted person should be there to take
care of you.”
 
Draco nodded with a shocked look on his face.  “I can’t believe—I’m just so
glad you could—“ he put his head in his hands, “Merlin, I thought I’d have this
mark on my arm forever haunting me!  I don’t…” Draco looked up at Severus. 
“How could I possibly thank you?”  He had tears in his eyes.
 
Severus put a hand on his knee in comfort.  “Draco, it will be alright.  I may
not be such a sentimental man, but I must say, I am very proud of you and who
you have become.  You are far more responsible, mature, and cautious than I was
at the age of seventeen.”  Draco wiped a tear away.  Severus continued, “I know
you were forced to get the mark—no one should blame you for that.  If anyone
deserves to have it removed, it would be you, not I.”  Draco was shaking his
head vigorously. 
 
“But I used to be horrible!  Even Potter—I mean, Harry—knows that.  I looked up
to my father, and to the Dark Lord himself…” Draco went red in the face.  Harry
didn’t realize he was crying until he felt his cheek.  He summoned a box of
tissues for them. 
 
“Draco, if I may,” Harry started, “I really never thought of you as evil. 
Sure, you threw things into my potions…” Severus smirked as Harry cringed, “and
you didtaunt me, Ron, and Hermione, too.  It may shock you to hear this, but I
actually find you quite funny when your humor isn’t directed at me or my
friends.”  Harry shrugged, “I lived with the Dursley’s for years, and I can
tell you from that experience, that you’ve never been a tenth as horrible as
they were to me.”  Harry tossed the tissue into the trash can on the other side
of the room, barely making it.
 
“Uh…oh.”  Draco said, shifting in his seat.  “The people you lived with…they
were muggles, I assume?”  Harry nodded in response, “It’s actually kind of
private—I…”  Draco responded quickly, interrupting him, “Don’t worry, I won’t
say a thing!  You have my word.”  Harry smiled brightly. 
 
Draco looked over at the clock on Severus’ wall.  “Bollocks.” He muttered under
his breath.  “Language, Draco!”  His godfather replied sternly, but Draco just
rolled his eyes.  “Pfft!”  He waved his hand at him, “Oh please, Sev!  Well, I
actually have to get going.  I’m meeting my mother soon, since I agreed to help
her pack away father’s things.”  He stood up.  “Thank you for the
tea…and…everything, Uncle Severus.”
 
Draco all but leapt at Sev once he stood up, hugging him so tightly that the
older man grunted.  He hugged him back.  Meanwhile, Harry stood up, a little
mesmerized by the scene.  This has been quite a tea party, indeed.Harry thought
sarcastically, laughing inwardly.
 
Draco let go of the man, and Severus rustled his hair.  Draco chirped, “Ugh! 
Not the hair!”  Harry laughed aloud.  The other wizard turned to him, bowing. 
“And thank you Harry—I owe you—“
 
“You do not owe me anything, Draco.”  Harry said, standing closer.  Draco
tentatively reached his hand out, but Harry pulled him into a hug.  It felt
right to hug him after such an intimate conversation, and he smelled like
cinnamon!  Draco pulled away shyly.  “Well, I must be going.  Thank you both
again.”
 
“Anytime, Draco.  I shall write you soon, providing further instruction about
the potion.  I suspect I do not need to warn you to keep this conversation
between us?”  Severus raised an eyebrow.  Draco nodded, stepping into the floo
with a handful of powder. 
 
“Of course, godfather.  Draco Malfoy’s Manor!”  The green flames engulfed him,
sending him home.
 
And just like that, he was gone.
 
***** Chapter Twelve: When All Seemed Well *****
Chapter Twelve: When All Seemed Well
After Draco left, Severus thought to ask one of the house elves to bring up a
proper breakfast for Harry. 
A silver tray appeared, complete with eggs, bacon, orange juice, pancakes with
syrup, and heart-shape pieces of buttered toast.  Harry looked down at the
tray, then back at Severus, who wore a neutral look.  Harry decided not to say
anything about the toast—he loved it, anyway.  But he couldn’t tell Sev—Harry
didn’t want to scare him off.  The man seemed so insecure about the “L Word.” 
Which, Harry smiled, is actually kind of cute…
Harry spoke softly, “This looks so amazing, Sev…thank you.”  The corners of
Severus’ mouth twitched upward—it was quick, but Harry caught it.  He did a
victory cheer in his head for almost making him smile.
Harry summoned two plates and silverware for them both.  Harry moved to sit on
the same couch as Severus, just beside him.  Severus looked at him, holding out
a plate sweetly.  The boy is powerful beyond belief, Snape thought after seeing
Harry using wandless magic so casually.  How can he look so innocent after
defeating the Dark Lord?
Severus took the plate gently from the boy with the shiny emerald eyes.  He
scooped some eggs on each of their plates, Harry’s first, along with some bacon
and…heart-shaped toast?  Oh Merlin, those house elves…
 
Severus believed the elves suspected something, but at this point, he hadn’t an
iota of care.  The house elves wouldn’t spread gossip—they valued their jobs
far too much.  Hogwarts was their safe-haven, compared to the kind of work
owners such as Lucious Malfoy would have them pursuing.  Most of them hadn’t
hope for their futures—and even if they were free, it wasn’t as if they had
funding to purchase a home.  And if they do so choose to spread rumors,Severus
thought with vigor, I’ll be sure to lock their lips shut for the duration of
their working-lives.
 
Harry felt a little numb from all the news today, both in which he shared and
received.  At least I’ll have a fresh start with Malfoy, he thought, while
nibbling on some buttered toast.  This is amazing!  He took a bigger bite,
reaching for a napkin. 
 
Severus had already cleared his eggs from the plate in front of him when he saw
Harry making a mess of himself.  Brat… “Accio napkin.”  Harry was about to wipe
his mouth with it, but Severus wouldn’t let him take it.  Harry raised both
eyebrows as he felt Sev wiping his lips gently with the napkin, made of black
silk.  He swept all the crumbs off Harry’s chin, almost like a caress.
 
As Severus finished wiping Harry’s mouth, he noticed the caring look the young
wizard granted him.  The emerald eyes shone brightly, as if they were smiling
at him, and suddenly he felt lost, so lost in that gaze.  As Harry cocked his
head to the side, ever so slightly, the light within the sharp green eyes
danced, as if trying to communicate—trying to convey a hushed, silent secret. 
 
It was only for a moment—maybe even a split second, when he heard it.  I love
you.  Snape’s eyes widened—he knew heard the thought in his head, but it was
not his own.  Am I going mad?  Severus narrowed his eyes, taking his gaze
away.  He set the napkin down on Harry’s pant-leg gingerly, soon to pick up a
slice of bacon. 
 
He grunted as he ate it.  Harry must be more powerful than Merlin
himself…Severus thoughts trailed.  He wondered, could it be possible that Harry
has telepathic abilities?  They ate in silence: Harry slowly sipping his orange
juice, and Severus munching on another bacon strip. 
 
Hmm…Harry’s thoughts wandered, I wonder what that was about.  He looked so
surprised…
 
“Sev?”  Harry asked softly, after summoning another napkin for the man.  Snape
looked at Harry, as the boy scooted closer to him, letting their thighs touch. 
 
Harry took the fresh silk, bringing it to Sev’s face.  He had a hint of bacon
on the corner of his mouth. 
 
As Harry moved the napkin along Snape’s lips, the man’s cheeks flushed pink. 
Harry set the napkin down on the other one.  Severus watched his hand closely
as it came back up to cup his cheek.  He knew he shouldn’t have been, but he
felt ashamed as he leant into Harry’s touch, needy and wanting. 
 
“There,” Harry husked, “all better, now.”  Severus felt his lips part
involuntarily.  “Thank you…erm…for breakfast.”  Harry removed his hand,
suddenly shy.  He stood up, a little too fast.  “Erm…do you want me to…to—”
 
“Don’t.”  Snape was already standing up when he muttered, “Unless…”
 
Harry shook his head violently, no, he thought, don’t make me go.  He hadn’t
felt this comfortable, this loved, in…perhaps his entire life.  Not like this. 
It felt powerful to be with Severus—while, at the same time, so utterly
tranquil. 
 
Severus watched as the green eyes looked at the floor—perhaps in shame?  He
hoped, hoped so desperately that the boy didn’t leave him, and only Merlin
himself knew why.  James certainly did...but Harry…he’ so different.  Severus
thought about it—he hadn’t felt so serene, perhaps in all his days.  Each time
he tried not to get his hopes up, he failed. 
 
He worried—Potter seemed to always get what he wanted.  But what will happen
once someone shiny and new swoops into his perfect, golden life?  What if—
 
A pair of lips was on his own, gasping, taunting him to move—not caring if he
reacted or not, Harry needed contact.  He needed Severus. 
Teeth: biting his bottom lip, sucking him there, kissing the spot afterward
where he bit too hard—it should have been a sweet gesture—but it was feral. 
Harry tasted like orange juice, tangy and sweet.  He gasped wildly against
Harry, now pulling his shirt, not quite knowing why—the boy never knows
anything. 
Their lips pry quickly—Harry shifts both hands on Sev’s—his Sev’s—long, raven-
black hair, crushing the man’s lips against his own.  A deep-throated groan
fills the room, followed by a strained whimper, like a promise, or a whisper of
an oath. 
Severus feels his lips quiver as Harry’s hands yearn for him—for his touch,
only his, touching and feeling so fast, rapidly over and over, on his neck, his
hair, his ass, his chest—so fast it almost feels like a warm breeze. 
Severus felt claimed—exposed, crazed, even.  He could only give in—only wanted
to give in—to surrender all of what he had, all of who he ever was, who he ever
would be. 
Insanity must have taken over, it must have!  It’s the only explanation…the
only…  The lips on his were wrapped around his tongue as if it were alright. 
But isn’t it?
The thought raced in and out of his mind before his hands were confused, alone,
reaching out blindly, tugging and pulling wherever they would land.  Was that a
groan from Harry or from I?  Muffling, “fuck,” Severus felt seventeen and
restored, young and barely touched.  Suddenly he sucked a heap of air from
Harry’s mouth, as if they could share oxygen.  As if this were for survival, he
kissed the boy back for all he felt—for all he’d ever be—even for those damned
heart-shaped pieces of toast—for so many mutterings of ‘Always’ and all the
loathsome, dreadful sneers. 
None of it mattered.  Nothing did: to either of them.  Harry Potter wasn’t “The
Boy Who Lived,” and Severus Snape wasn’t a traitor, a Death Eater, or a greasy
old git of a potions master.  The whimpers and cries for “more,” “God,” and
“please” sufficed—good enough, more than perfect enough, for both men—boys,
really, robbed of a childhood, all precious love stolen from them at the tender
age of zero, one, two—did it matter?
Did anything matter? 
No—nothing except the clawing of shirts and voices that could scratch a throat
like shards of glass.  All that mattered was Harry barely speaking “touch me,”
and Severus crying out “brat” as if it were ‘I love you,’ a tender suggestion,
or a high from ecstasy or dark-magic ill-used—like cocaine’s rush and thick
promise of till death, us do part. 
He wasn’t sure which it was—but each man—each boy—muttered words that felt like
magic neither had heard of before.  Colliding as if two cars were crashing,
unable to tear away from the sight, unable to understand the beauty hidden,
buried beneath perception.
Tumbling onto the couch, falling like stars, each was gasping wildly like
boys.  Frail, delicate boys, enduring a tornado of brutal kisses—collapsing
with each other, they happily did so.
Chest heaving against chest, heart beating against heart, Harry’s hands
shivered as he unbuttoned one of twenty upon his Sev’s black shirt—of course it
had to be black—it was always black—and always a million buttons, fuck! But he
kept going until…
…until the young professor’s hands halted his own, Harry opened his eyes half-
way only to see his love’s eyes were pinched shut.  The younger wizard
understood immediately, he thinks it is a dream—he does not want to awaken
from…fingers intertwined fiercely, not wasting another second of time…
Merlin, don’t let it be a dream, don’t wake me up, don’t…can’t—Severus thought,
in a web of other half-wonderings about love and the meaning of it, the meaning
of anything he’d ever learned throughout a life of pain and suffering—and
Harry, his Harry?  My Harry?  He didn’t know, and he didn’t want to find out,
but he took a breath anyway, only to determine that this—this was not a hoax. 
This isn’t real, but it isn’t after death either…
…the afterlife will surely be hell—will surely punish me for this…
Thoughts were boiling down to nothing for both of them.  Hands: clasped
together, helping each other unbutton the silky black shirt, almost as soft as
the skin underneath it.  “Ugh,”Harry whispered, then he chuckled before Severus
opened his eyes half-way.  He almost lost his thought, “the…your buttons…so
many buttons…” then his Sev smiled at him like the boy he once saw.  “I know,”
Severus husked, then he added, “I’m never going to make it easy on you.” 
Severus giggled, but the tone was deep…he’s giggling!  Harry put his hand over
his mouth to hide his giggle, but his eyes were smiling, so very happily. 
The younger giggled softly into the crook of the man’s neck, fingers combing
through the man’s long hair.  “What makes you think…” Harry laughed before he
bit the man’s neck, “I’m going to go easy on you,” he nipped lower, near his
collarbone, but not quite, “professor?”
The last word was uttered in almost a comical tone.  Harry licked the man’s
jugular like a vampire seducing his prey.  Severus snorted and wrapped his arms
around Harry, kissing the top of his head.  He inhaled, fresh-water, it smelled
like a drug to him. 
This was enough for them—for both of them.  Harry’s lips glued on his neck,
emerald eyes closing, while Severus Snape held him, nose and mouth against his
unkempt hair.  All seemed to be well.
                              ~~To be Continued~~
***** Chapter Thirteen: Power *****
Chapter Thirteen: Power
~~Harry’s Sixth Year~~
“Severus?” A cackling voice said, filled with such vigor, that Severus knew who
it had to be.  He turned to him.
“My Lord,” he bowed out of habit.  A chill shot down his spine—yet his dark
mark felt as if it’d caught fire.  It pained just as much now as it did at the
tender age of seventeen, the day he was branded.  There was no denying this
darkness, no escaping it, forever tainting his damned soul.
The Dark Lord waved his hand as to dismiss Severus from his bow.  Severus stood
rigidly, holding in his breath.  He eyed the snake-like eyes upon his Lord’s
face, and the disgusting slits where a nose should have been.  Severus stopped
thinking of the man as the charming, witty, and intelligent Tom Riddle nearly
decades ago.  Yes, Tom had been evil, no doubt—but the man was smart.  He
promised so many things to Severus: he would teach him to defend himself
against the Marauder’s, would teach him such powerful spells that no one would
be a match for Severus Snape.
Indeed, Severus did learn from Tom—that much he knew.  He was desperate: just a
boy, terrified for his bleak future.  Great he was at potions, sure—but no one
liked him.  Even Lily and James had used him, and spit him out.  His only
friends were soon-to-be Death Eaters, and Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Or so he thought, at the time.
Severus was not surprised per se that Tom had chosen this path—splitting his
soul to pieces, only to live a long and loveless life.  Tom always wanted
power, as if it were the only thing that mattered to him.  As much as he hated
to admit it, Severus once thought that way as well.  After he found James with
Lily, his heart had split in two pieces.  Power filled the void within him, and
it was addicting as hell.
But, now he was far too old, had seen far too much, and had lost almost
everything except what Dumbledore gave him.  Stability, a life out of Azkaban,
a roof over his head, and even a job that was somewhat rewarding, despite those
unintelligent excuses for students.  In turn, the Dark Lord had so much more
power than him, yet he lives in a worn out and dusty old home, he has no one
except his Death Eaters (half of them traitors anyway), and he walks inside of
a body never meant for him—if you could call that disgusting figure a proper
body at all.
As much as he failed to see it, power granted nothing to the Dark Lord except
loneliness, aggravation, and eventually death.
 “You must be wondering why you have been summoned.” 
Severus stilled, giving his overdone and practiced answer, “As always, I live
to serve you, and you alone.  I dare not question you, my Lord.”  Severus
tilted his head as to show respect. 
The Dark Lord crackled, his laugh echoing throughout his damp, dark, empty
house.  His childhood home—much like himself—had transformed with age, into
something so unrecognizable, it was almost saddening.
Almost.
“Yes, well.  How is that old fool, Dumbledore, anyway?  Lucius tells me the man
is finally losing the last of what’s left of his mind!”  He turned swiftly,
facing his chair, which looked much like a dark throne.  With his back faced to
his servant, he continued.  “And Potter…”  The Dark Lord gripped the edge of
his chair, scratching his nails into the wood, before he spun around.
“Ah yes, the insipid brat.  He is quite insufferable—nearly failing his
classes.  You need not worry for the hopeless boy.”  The Dark Lord seemed
pleased by this.  He nodded for Severus to continue.
“As for the ancient old bag, Lucius is quite right—he nears his final days.  In
fact,” he paused, speaking slowly.  He didn’t want to give out too much
information.  “At the start of term, the coot wanted for me to inspect his
hand.”  Severus wrinkled his nose and sniffed, “the entirety of his right hand
was…black.  The man had the nerve to wear a cursed object without doing further
research on the matter.”
Voldemort raised his eyes at this.  “Oh?  Did he say what the object was,
exactly?”  Severus shifted on his feet, smirking.  He was quite the actor.  He
had to be.  “Yes, my Lord.  It was a ring—a gold ring—in which he wears on his
finger, still.  Apparently, the curse is gone from the ring itself, but alas,”
he paused for dramatic effect, “the man has less than a year to live.”  Severus
eyed Voldemort up and down, who was currently staring at the floor.  He looked
quite nervous.  Severus knew why, but the Dark Lord did not need to know that
Severus was aware of the Horcruxes.
“I see.”  His eyes snaked back up to his servant’s gaze.  “Quite interesting,
indeed.”  The Dark Lord smiled at Severus—smiled, with a grin so wicked, so
vile, that Severus felt cold terror wash over him.  He hated this part—not that
it happened often.
Once was too much—far, far too much.
Regardless, Severus knew that it was inevitable, seeing that grin upon the
bastard’s face.  That grin only meant one thing—and Severus despised that he
knew the sorry meaning of it. This was his punishment for making all the wrong
choices as a boy. 
The Dark Lord would want him, would seek him out, just like he would for
Lucius. 
Severus made Voldemort a deal—much like signing his life away to the devil, and
wrapping it in a gift box.
But Severus was already tainted—already was so damaged, there was no turning
back.  Draco, at least, had a chance, after the blasted war would end.  He
would not let Tom Riddle—a poor excuse for a wizard—touch his godson.
And, sure enough, Voldemort agreed to this deal.  After the Cruciatus, of
course.
Severus stood as still as he could bear.  All the blood drained from his face.
“Come, Severus.  I require…”  Tom had a flash in his eyes, “…your skilled
assistance.”
Severus bowed, watching Voldemort unzip his black pants.
“My Lord?  I…no…please, not that—”  Harry felt something vibrating beneath
him.  Oh.  He’d fallen asleep on top of Sev.  He blinked, reaching for his
glasses, only to see Severus wearing a contorted facial expression—it looked
like he was in pain.
“No! No…” Harry got off of Severus, kneeling beside the couch.  “Sev!”  He
whispered harshly.  He looked at the clock: 12:53PM. 
His gaze dropped back to Severus, who was hugging himself tightly, shaking. 
Harry yelled this time, “Severus Snape!”  He watched the coal black eyes crack
open, and said with a softer voice, “Oh, good—you’re awake.”
“No—don’t take me…”  Harry shushed him soothingly, moving some strands of hair
out of his eyes.  “Shh, it’s okay.  You just had a nightmare, everything’s okay
now.”  He cupped the man’s face.
“Why…” Severus shook while Harry held him closer, “why are you being so nice to
me…I don’t deserve—“
Harry shook his head, would the man ever give himself a break?  “Sev, I’m not
leaving you.  You saved me, remember?”  
Sev’s eyes opened up completely, furrowing his brows.  “Harry?  What—“  He
tried to move, but Harry stopped him.
“No, don’t get up.  Just relax, okay?  Do you need anything?  Water, calming
potion…” Severus realized what had happened, thanking Merlin that Harry woke
him up. 
Before Harry could raddle on, Severus gave him a fast kiss.  Harry trembled
beneath the touch, his breath catching, as the man pulled away.  He smiled at
Sev—he was so sweet when he wanted to be.
“Tempus.”  12:58?  Oh, shit.  Minerva!            
“Merlin!”  Severus bolted upright, nearly knocking Harry on the ground.  “I
have a meeting with Minerva!”
“What?”  Harry exclaimed.  “Are you going to tell her about, you know…” Harry
motioned to Sev then to him, waving his hand shakily. 
“Hmm…”  Severus contemplated the idea.  “Well, it might be best if—“
Whoosh!  Professor McGonagall stepped out of the fireplace, coughing. 
“Severus, you really should clean out your floo—oh!”  She saw Harry.  “Harry? 
What in heavens name are you doing here?”
~~TBC~~
***** Chapter Fourteen: Minerva’s Visit *****
Chapter Fourteen: Minerva’s Visit
“Tempus.”  12:58?  Oh, shit.  Minerva!            
“Merlin!”  Severus bolted upright, nearly knocking Harry on the ground.  “I
have a meeting with Minerva!”
“What?”  Harry exclaimed.  “Are you going to tell her about, you know…” Harry
motioned to Sev then to him, waving his hand shakily. 
“Hmm…”  Severus contemplated the idea.  “Well, it might be best if—“
Whoosh!  Professor McGonagall stepped out of the fireplace, coughing. 
“Severus, you really should clean out your floo—oh!”  She saw Harry.  “Harry? 
What in heavens name are you doing here?”
Harry looked at Severus; Severus looked at Minerva, then back at Harry, who was
now looking at Minerva.  Harry and Severus looked at the same spot on the
floor, and Minerva crossed her gaze back and forth between them.  “Am I…” she
sounded uneasy, raising an eyebrow at them, who had snapped their necks back up
to look at her, “interrupting…something?”  She quizzed them.
“Interrupting?  No, not at all.  I merely had forgotten of our meeting.” 
Severus stiffened, “Would it be alright if Harry joins us?  Of course, if
that’s alright with you, Harry.”  McGonagall looked at him in shock.  Since
when has he called him Harry?
“Ah, erm, of course.”  Harry turned and gave a little nod of recognition to the
woman, “Hullo, Professor McGonagall.” 
She gave him a warm smile.  “Hello to you, too, Harry.  Please, call me
Minerva.  This isn’t a formal gathering, after all.”  She turned to Severus. 
“We can talk business later.”
Severus gestured to the chairs.  “Let’s sit down—I’ll gather some tea and
biscuits.  Accio Severus Snape’s tea.”  Tea flew to him.  Just after he
summoned a tray of biscuits, McGonagall added, “Ooh, I hate to impose, but—do
you have any of those strawberry tarts?  I just love them!”  She smiled.
Professor Snape coughed, to clear his throat.  Harry sat next to him with a
paled face.  “Yes, of course—Accio Strawberry Tarts.”  Snape caught the try,
setting it down in front of them.  McGonagall took her tea, adding a sugar
cube.  Harry added four sugar cubes.  Severus rolled his eyes.
“I know what you mean, Profe—Minerva,” Harry corrected, “I love strawberry
tartes, as well.  They remind me of—ow!”  Severus stomped on his foot, probably
out of fear, but Harry just continued regardless, “…they remind me of
happiness.”  He said, feeling confident that he was able to get the sentence
out.  Snape was glaring at him. 
“Yes, they are exquisite.”  Why are we talking about tarts?  Snape thought in
frustration.  He couldn’t think of anything to say, with Potter here. 
Without a doubt, Potter asked a mindless question.  “So, do you two usually
have meetings like this?  Gossiping about Hogwarts staff…maybe?”  He
snickered.  Snape stepped on his foot again.  Harry whimpered inwardly. 
McGonagall had a fit of laughter, saying, “oh dear!  Well, I really shouldn’t
tell you this, but…” she sipped her tea coyly, “all the time.”  She laughed
again.  Harry snorted into his tea.  He wasn’t surprised, but he wanted to push
Sev’s buttons.  “Well, one thing’s for sure, I never would have guessed
Professor Snape for a gossip!”  Severus snorted. 
Harry continued, “Of course, you do seem to stalk the halls a lot.”  Severus
rolled his eyes and snorted, “Mister Potter, keeping you and your insufferable
Gryffindor friends in-line is practically a full time job for me—it’s a wonder
I get any sleep.” 
“That’s Slytherin now, to you, Severus!”  Harry teased.
Minerva snickered at him, half of her strawberry tart in her mouth.  She
swallowed, “Oh, I do it too!  All the time, as a cat—“ she gestured with her
hands, “I used to pounce on students who were out of their dormitories!”  Harry
took a bite of his strawberry tart.
Severus started after sipping his tea, “All staff members do it—let’s face it. 
Albus was the worst of them all, in fact,” he paused for dramatic effect, “he
would share bits of gossip with portraits until late.”  McGonagall’s eyebrows
shot up, “Really!  I had no idea.  Although, I always suspected something.  I
mean, the man knew nearly everything that happened in the castle!  Sometimes,
before things would even occur!”  She shook her head in disbelief, laughing.
“Is Professor Dumbledore’s portrait in the castle?”  Harry asked eagerly.  He
hadn’t thought of it before, but he knew there had to be a portrait of his old
headmaster somewhere. 
Minerva nodded.  “Yes, you may find him in my office, if you’d ever like to
have a chat with him sometime.  Of course, if you find it necessary, you may be
interested in a trip to the Room of Requirement.”  Snape nodded, “Yes, that’s
true.”  He sipped his tea. 
Minerva eyed Harry’s clothing.  Hmm…interesting.  Were those the same clothes
as he wore yesterday?  Under his robes, of course.  How he wears muggle jeans
all the time, I’ll never know. 
“Oh, that reminds me—Harry dear, you gave such an amazing speech yesterday in
the Great Hall!”  She beamed.  Harry took a breath, “Thank you, Professor. 
Well, we all know Sev—I mean, Professor Snape deserved the recognition.  He
really is the bravest man I’ve ever known.”  He blushed at his own words.
Severus thought he should say something.  “Your compliments never cease to
amaze me, Mister Potter.  Nevertheless, it was quite…charming, if I may say
so.”  Damn it.  Charming?  Snape kicked himself for using that word.  Couldn’t
he have thought of anything else? 
He sighed.  It became inevitable that Minerva suspected something very odd
about Harry being here. 
Severus inhaled evenly, “Minerva, there is something I wanted to speak to you
about.”  She narrowed her eyes at him in curiosity.  “Of course, Severus.  If
you wish to speak with me privately about it, you may do so—no offense,
Harry.”  Harry smiled at her, “None taken.  Yes, if it does make you more
comfortable, Professor Snape,” he let his foot rub Sev’s under the table, “I
can just be on my way.”
Severus shivered inwardly at Harry’s touch.  “Not necessary.”  He looked at
Minerva, shifting in his seat.  Where to start?  Harry sensed that the other
man was nervous, so he decided to interject.  “Actually, I believe the news
that Severus wants to tell you about involves me, as well.”  Harry wanted to
take Snape’s hand, but was afraid to do so—he understood that he was a very
private man.
Minerva waited, gulping down the rest of her tart.  She suspected something of
the two men when she first stepped out of the floo, but it was much too fun to
see them scramble for words to stop them now!  It was quite entertaining. 
Finally, the two have become more than acquaintances!  Albus would be proud of
them. She thought to herself, believing they’d become friends.  It was the only
explanation for their strange behavior this afternoon, after all.
“Yes,” Snape cleared his throat, “there is not an easy way to say this—“
Minerva sighed, deciding to put Severus out of his misery.  “Severus, I know
what you’re going to say.”
“You do?!”  Harry and Severus said loudly in unison.  Minerva raised an eyebrow
and said, “Yes,” in a hushed voice.  She wasn’t expecting that reaction from
them.  “How do you know?”  Harry exclaimed.
She laughed, “Well, it was pretty obvious from your behavior.  Besides, you’ve
never had Harry over for a visit in your quarters, Severus.  What, do you think
I am daft?”  She said to Snape, with a twinkle in her eye.  This was such great
news to her!
Snape narrowed his eyes at her.  “So…” he paused, trying to find anything
articulate to say, “you approve of this?  Of Harry and I?”  She cocked her head
to the side.  “Why, Severus!  Why wouldn’t I be?  After all, you two really are
alike—I’ve wanted this for you both since Harry first stepped into Hogwarts!” 
“WHAT?!”  Both men yelled, practically jumping from their seats.  Harry made a
disgusted face and shook his head with his eyes pinched shut.  “Uhm.  But,
that’d be pedophilia.  Erm…”  Harry went red.
Severus was profoundly confused. 
“Pedophilia!  My, no.  No—I can’t even imagine!  Did you think I meant that
you—“ she motioned to both of them, “you two are, together?  My word!”  She
laughed, almost falling off the chair.  She calmed herself, looking up at them
both. 
Severus suddenly wished he had a rock nearby to crawl under.  Harry stiffened
as Severus said, “That would be preposterous—but Harry is of age, now.  He’s
seventeen.”  He paused.  “Although, it is stillpreposterous, despite it.”  She
looked at him for a while.  Harry added, “It isn’t ‘preposterous,’” he mocked
Snape and turned to McGonagall, “Severus is the best thing that’s happened to
me.”  He took the man’s hand protectively.
McGonagall narrowed her eyes again, “why would you need to be seventeen to
become friends with each other?  Sometimes, I just—“ she sipped her tea and
spit it out in her realization.  “Oh.” 
Harry squeezed Sev’s hand.  Severus’ pulse was getting higher—Harry wanted to
calm him, so he stroked the back of his hand with his thumb.  Sev squeezed his
hand back.  He was taking shallow breaths.
“Yes,” the older man breathed, “Harry and I are…together.” 
“As partners.”  Harry added, just to confirm it.  McGonagall seemed quite
baffled.
“Oh.”  She said, startled.  She shook her head.  I was not expecting this. 
“Are you happy, Severus?”  He nodded, “For the first time in decades.”  She
smiled.  “And you, are you happy with him, Harry?”   Harry beamed at her,
“Yes!”  She snorted.  “I must admit, I was not expecting this.  After all, you
two have acted as rivals for nearly seven years now.
“Your happiness is all that matters to me.  I’m actually quite speechless, but
I think you both are quite a perfect fit for one another.”  She smiled at
Severus, patting his leg.  “It’s okay, Severus, you can breathe.  I’m sorry
that it took so long for things to sink in.”  He let out a breath trapped in
his lungs.  Harry felt Sev’s grip loosen.
“Thank you, Professor—Minerva, I mean.  I just…” Harry trailed off.  “It was
after I saved him when I realized he hadn’t betrayed Dumbledore—and I thought
he was going to die…but the truth was,” Harry licked his lips, “he’d saved me
more times than I could count.  And, despite the way I treated him…he was dying
for me.”  Severus widened his eyes at Harry, who was getting emotional. 
She smiled, almost tearing up.  “That’s so romantic!  How did you save him,
anyway, if I may ask?”  She looked at him curiously.
“Well, I was…crying.  And when my tears dropped on the snake bite wounds, they
sealed shut, and…healed Severus, much like phoenix tears would have done.” 
Minerva gaped at Harry.  “But that’s impossible!  Oh—unless you’ve been healed
by a phoenix, Severus?  Surely you have?”  She looked at him as he shook his
head. 
“Actually, no.  It’s quite baffling to me as well, and I regret to say I’ve yet
to do research on this.”  He said lowly.  It was hard to talk about that night
with someone other than Harry.
“Perhaps Albus knows something?”  She quizzed, putting a finger to her chin. 
“It’s such a curious thing, isn’t it?  Oh!”  She looked over at the clock,
which read 2:00PM.  “Look at the time!
“I have a meeting I must prepare for soon.  You both are always welcome for
tea, of course!”  She got up, headed to the floo. 
“Thank you Minerva—that means a lot to me.”  Severus said in almost a whisper. 
Harry agreed, “yes, thank you, Professor.  And we’ll think about talking to
Albus sometime.”  Harry looked at Severus, who seemed to wear a lost
expression.
Minerva got into the floo with a fist-full of powder.  “Minerva McGonagall’s
office!”  The green flames swallowed her up, leaving nothing but silence to
fill the room.  Harry took a breath, about to break it.
“I—“  Lips crushed against his own, demanding and hot for him. 
“Thank you.”  Snape said between the heated kiss.  Harry whimpered.  He managed
to ask, “For what?”  But he didn’t let the man answer him for nearly two
minutes—at least, it seemed like that long.  Severus nibbled on his lower lip,
“Saying that, earlier,” he continued kissing Harry, moving to his neck, “about
that night.  I don’t deserve it, though.”  He sucked on Harry’s jawline, just
below his earlobe.  Harry let out a moan, unable to speak properly.
“And don’t think,” he paused, “I didn’t notice those marks on my neck, Mister
Potter.  I think—“ he sucked in the same spot, “I might just have to take
points from Slytherin.  What do you think?”  He bit Harry’s earlobe playfully.
Harry let out a gasp, “Okay—I mean—yes, do whatever you want, just don’t stop.”
~~TBC~~
***** Chapter Fifteen: Admittance *****
Chapter Fifteen: Admittance
Harry let out a gasp, “Okay—I mean—yes, do whatever you want, just don’t stop.”
Snape kissed him aggressively down his neck, moving to his jugular.  Harry
gulped.  “Y’know, in my first year,” he whispered as Snape sucked his neck,
“there were rumors you were a vampire.”  Harry shivered and giggled
simultaneously.  The thought of Severus as a vampire was kind of a turn on.
“What makes you think I am not?”  Snape growled, biting his neck playfully. 
Harry laughed once.  “Git.  Of course you’re not.”  Snape snorted and rolled
his eyes and kissed Harry’s neck in the spot he nibbled at. 
He looked up at Harry, into his emerald gaze.  “…Harry.”   Their noses were
almost touching as Severus’ lips lingered over Harry’s.  Neither of them moved
from that position.
Harry inhaled the man’s strawberry scent—controlling his urge to kiss him. 
Severus looked like he had a question of some sort.  His eyes looked deep and
concerned—Harry wondered if he’d said something off-putting.  He tucked some
hair behind Sev’s ear, and then softly stroked his cheek.  “Everything okay?” 
His voice was hushed in the silent room.  Severus closed his eyes for a few
seconds.
“I—I’m afraid.”  Severus whispered, opening his eyelids, tearing himself away
from the hand on his cheek.  Harry frowned.  He grabbed Sev’s hand, toying with
his fingers.  “You can tell me anything, Sev.”
Severus shook his head, eyes still pinched shut, as if he were in pain.  “You
wouldn’t understand.”  He finally opened his eyes, seeing only Harry with a
caring look on his face.  “My past—it isn’t” Severus’ breathing increased.
“It—you wouldn’t—” You just…wouldn’t understand.
Severus shook with fear, gripping Harry’s hand.  He hadn’t had a loss for words
like this since he was a boy.  Harry made him feel vulnerable—ever since that
night...But why?  Yes, he is attracted to Harry—maybe he had been for a while. 
He was no longer an eleven year old boy, and even Severus had noticed Harry’s
lean figure from Quidditch, and his strong facial features. 
Even so, he would have never considered pursuing a student—in fact; he
convinced himself that he was meant to be alone long before Harry was even
born. 
But something had changed since his near-death experience.  I’ve never felt
this close to anyone…not once. 
Severus was trembling in front of Harry, with his eyes shut.  Suddenly, Harry
embraced him, wrapping his arms tightly around his professor.  He shushed him,
holding him close, drawing soothing circles on his back.  Harry gave Severus
calming whisperings of “Shh,” “I’m here,” and “It’s okay.”  Harry heard the man
sigh after burying his head into the crook of Harry’s neck.  Harry petted his
long raven-black hair, kissing the top of his head.
“I can’t…give you…what you want, Harry.”  Severus muttered, still locked in
Harry’s arms.  “Can’t give—you what you deserve…”  Harry shushed him again.  He
had guessed by now that Severus had been abused—hopefully not from his
father—but he had no idea who had abused him.  He didn’t want to pry.
Harry placed his thumb and forefinger on Sev’s chin, looking directly into his
eyes.  Severus looked at him in fear.  “I will never hurt you like they
did—whoever they are—and you don’t have to tell me.  You have my word, Sev. 
Please,” Harry begged with his eyes, “don’t be afraid of me.”   Severus lost
himself in Harry’s gaze.  This was nothing like James, nothing like anything
he’s experienced with anyone before.  But…Potter?  Why Potter? 
The question of ‘Why Harry bloody Potter?’ melted away the longer he looked
into those darkened green eyes—the ones that saved him.  Ever since that night,
neither of them had been the same. 
“Harry?”  Snape whimpered in a rich voice.  It washed over Harry like velvet. 
Harry loosened his grip on the man, stroking his hair.  “Y-yes.”  He rasped. 
His pupils were dilated.
“I can’t give you what you want.  I’m—”
Harry stopped him.  “I like you.”  Harry touched the man’s upper lip, hearing
Severus’ breath hitch.  “I like you a lot…”
Severus paused.  “You don’t know what you’re saying, Harry—don’t waste your
life with someone like me.”  He looked down. 
Harry spoke gently.  “Severus,” the older man shivered from hearing his name,
“for one reason or another, either of us obtains horrid pasts.  But…” he licked
his lips, trying to form comprehensible sentences this close to Sev’s lips. 
“We deserve to be happy—together.  I…haven’t been happy.  I’m not even sure if
I knew what it felt like to be happy.”  Severus nodded, no longer thinking of
him as a prodigy or the ‘Golden Boy Hero.’  Me either, he wanted to say.  “I’m
happy here…with you.”  Harry said, genuinely and softly, caressing the man’s
cheek.
Severus whispered, “I am not proud of what I have done.”  He gulped softly. 
The main reason he became a Death Eater was so he could learn how to properly
defend himself—so he wouldn’t get kicked around by the Marauder’s anymore, or
anyone else, for that matter. 
Harry deserved so much more than this.  More than him.
“I know enough about you to understand that you’re not…you’re not your past,
Severus.  I’ve seen who you are—and I lo-like who you are…I—.”  Harry grabbed
his hand, intertwining his fingers.  “I would never push you into…doing
something you don’t want to do…with me.”  Harry scrambled out, wondering if he
said that correctly.  He knew that Sev was uncomfortable with going to fast—and
the truth was, Harry wasn’t in a hurry either. 
Harry looked at the man in front of him, brushing some hair out of his face, so
he could see those dark onyx eyes, almost a rich chocolate color.  He didn’t
think of Severus as old, greasy, or anything of the sort.  Not since that
night.
Severus tried one more time, “You’re young—you’ll want a partner who can
satisfy you.”  He hung his head low.  He just…couldn’t tell Harry what the Dark
Lord had done to him.  No…he wouldn’t understand.
Harry leant closer, kissing his neck.  “You’re delectable,” Harry rasped,
“satisfying,” Severus gasped at Harry’s sudden touch, “and mine.”  The last
word was cut short as Harry placed gentle, tender kiss on Sev’s lips.
“You needn’t lie—” Harry kissed away the man’s argument.  “I like going slow.”
He said, between small kisses.  Severus let himself feel Harry—his soft lips,
wanting him to react.  “I like you.”  His lips ghosted over Snape’s, yearning
for his touch.  “I want you as you are.”  Harry didn’t want to push him—he just
wanted the man to respond.  “You.”  He repeated.  “Only you.”  Harry made a
trail of kisses from Severus’ neck up to his lips, lingering there, waiting for
permission to kiss him deeply.
 Severus felt all Harry’s touches, knowing he was too weak to argue anymore,
and finally gave in. 
“And I, you.”  He sucked on Harry’s bottom lip, pulling him in deeper.
 “…you…”  Severus repeated the word, not consciously aware he did so.
 Completely lost in the moment, Harry gasped and opened his mouth. 
Severus let his tongue explore Harry’s mouth, as if for the first time,
searching for the places that made him gasp or moan if he grazed against them. 
He erotically brushed his tongue over Harry’s.  Severus’ tongue made gentle
caresses against Harry’s eager one.  Harry stifled a whimper, and wrapped his
arms around Sev’s back.  Severus didn’t want it to end—didn’t want to stop
feeling this comforted, or this loved.
Harry pulled back just enough to murmur against Sev’s lips, “Beautiful.”  Harry
quickly tenderly pressed up against Sev’s again.  Before Snape could protest,
Harry went on.  “Han’some.”  He nibbled at the man’s upper lip.  Severus
couldn’t hold back a deep moan in his throat.  He grabbed the back of Harry’s
head, running a hand wildly through his unkempt hair.  “Anything but.”  He
whispered in the softest voice Harry heard from him.
Harry placed his hand on Sev’s cheek, trailing it downward, letting his gaze
follow.  “I want to show you how beautiful you are.”  He kissed his forehead,
“If I may?”  Severus whimpered.  No one had called him ‘handsome’ or
‘beautiful.’  Except his mother, before she died—and so very young.
He gave a curt nod—as if his body forced him.  But he wanted this—Merlin, he
wanted it—despite how wrong it was. 
Harry had swept away all his logical thoughts, all his worries and doubts, when
he unbuttoned Severus’ black shirt.  Severus grabbed a pillow and laid back
onto the couch after his shirt was off. 
Harry made no movements to take off his pants.  Instead, he took both his
hands, grazing Sev’s stomach, grazing upward.  Severus wasn’t fit—he had a
small pouch upon his stomach, but the man was lean, and had strong
arms—slightly muscular—probably from all that stirring in potions. 
His skin was so utterly perfect—a delectable cream color—Harry wanted to know
what it tasted like.  He didn’t care about Severus not having a six-pack—hell,
he was only well-fit due to Quidditch, so he had no reason to be shallow. 
Severus felt Harry move his hands up his chest, wondering what he was
thinking.  His eyes looked so big, as if he was looking at a delicious steak. 
Harry licked his lips, bent down, and licked a circle around his naval. 
Severus gasped lightly—he wasn’t expecting the brat to lick him there. 
Harry kissed Sev’s stomach, leaving a trail straight on his chest.  “Accio
Severus Snape’s Body Oil.”  The oil flew into Harry’s hand.  Severus smirked at
him.  “Brat.  You didn’t even know I had oil.”  Harry stuck out his tongue.  “I
saw it in your bathroom, you git.” 
Severus hummed.  “You’ve proven yourself not as insipid as I once thought,
Potter.”  Harry kissed him lightly on the lips, and pinched his right nipple. 
Severus moaned in response. 
Harry opened the purple vial, spurting some oil on his hands, then set it on
the table-top.   He waved his hand and transfigured the couch into a bed. 
“What the-how did you do that without your wand, Harry?”  Severus seemed
startled.
Harry shrugged, “I’ve been able to do that since my fourth year.  All my spells
had to be perfect after my encounter with V…Him in the Triwizard Tournament.” 
Harry stopped himself from saying Voldemort’s name—worried it might trigger a
memory.  Severus nodded.  He was quite impressed, but he did wonder how Harry
was able to advance so quickly, even withthe training he’d received from
professors at Hogwarts.
He watched Harry rub his hands together.  He bent down, kissed his cheek, and
whispered in Sev’s ear, “Turn onto your stomach.” 
Severus summoned a pillow to put his head on, and flipped over. 
“Oh Merlin…”  He moaned in pleasure as he felt Harry rub deep into his
backside, working at a knot. 
Harry noticed all the scars, but chose not to say anything.  He didn’t want to
scare Severus away—besides, he thought, who am I to judge a man with scars?  He
shook his head silently at the hypocrisy of the thought.  No, he thought,
wanting to show Severus how much he loved all of him—even his scars, which,
Harry guessed, had probably never been shown love, much like his own. 
He kissed each of the deep scars at their ends, trailing his tongue against
them tenderly. 
“H-Harry?”  Severus whimpered lowly, sounding much like a lost boy.  Harry
stopped, “Am I hurting you?  I’m sorry, I just—”  Severus interrupted him with
a rigid voice, “Not hurting me—no, it’s just that…you don’t have to do this.” 
You don’t have to care about me. 
“I want to, Sev.  I want to taste you…please…” 
Harry bent down, slowly moving Sev’s hair away from his neck, and sucked on him
in the crook.  He tasted divine.  Severus’ breath hitched, “That feels…” Harry
licked him behind his ear.  He inhaled the man’s scent, moving the hair onto
his neck again, so he could whisper next to Sev’s ear.  “You know…” his
breathing sped up, “when you…erm…stir potions?”  Harry asked gently, fascinated
by the man’s arms, running a hand up and down a toned muscle.  “Mmm?”  Severus
said, incapable of any wise cracks he had at Harry’s ‘question.’
Harry whispered in a hush voice, “I…I love watching.  Your hands, I mean. 
And…” he gulped, but his mouth felt dry, “your arms are so s-strong…”  Severus
felt his eyes open wider in surprise, not that Harry could see in this
position.  His erection was becoming painfully hard after all Harry’s lustful
words, his caring gestures... 
“Oh, Merlin,” he mewled after Harry’s observation. 
Severus couldn’t take it anymore. 
He flipped himself over quickly, pulling Harry underneath him.
Harry looked flushed, with swollen lips and steamy eyes.  Severus quickly
pulled the glasses off him and threw them across the room with a clatter,
straddling him, pulling up his shirt as well.  “You needed new ones anyway.” 
He murmured before locking his lips with Harry’s.  Harry gasped into Sev’s
mouth, wrapping his arms around his back, pulling him closer. 
Severus rolled his hips.  Their erections brushed together, and Harry moaned
loudly, which made Severus whimper.  “I want you.”  Harry whimpered, bucking
his hips up against the other man.  Severus growled, claiming another kiss.  He
enunciated each word carefully, lips brushing Harry’s as he spoke deeply, “I
want to suck your cock,” and began unzipping Harry’s jeans.  Harry gasped,
“Yes!  Please!”
His pants were thrown aside, leaving only his y-fronts, restricting his large
cock.  “Please?”  Severus teased him in his rich voice, “Please what, Harry?” 
Harry whimpered loudly.  He took Sev’s hand and rubbed it against his own
erection.  “F-Fuck!” 
Severus seemed amused.  He bent down to whisper in Harry’s ear, “You want me to
fuck you with my mouth, Harry?”  Harry grabbed the man’s head and kissed him,
“If you keep talking like that, I’ll cum from your voice alone…god…and those
hands…” Harry stared at the hand pulling down his y-fronts, freeing his
straining cock.  He looked back into Sev’s eyes, at his eyebrow raising.  “My
hand?  You want my hand, brat?”  Severus grabbed Harry’s throbbing cock at the
base and stroked upward. 
“Dear God!”  Harry swore he saw stars.  Just watching Severus do this to him
was unbearably hot.  Severus stroked him slowly again, watching him squirm and
beg for more.  “Please.”  He sounded desperate, cupping Sev’s cheek, then
pushing his head down very gently. 
“Mmm…”  Severus moaned and let himself take in the sight of Harry completely
splayed for him, and him alone.  His lips were parted, his chest was moving up
and down—glistening from sweat, and his eyes were wildly green.
He lowered himself, licking all around Harry’s left nipple, sucking it hard,
while pinching the other one.  “Yes!”  Harry let out a scream.  “Mmm, so
responsive for me.”  Severus licked his right nipple, trailing his way down the
toned stomach.  “For you Sev.”  Harry said it softly, he wasn’t sure Severus
even heard him. 
Harry bucked up in pleasure when Severus tightened his grip on his cock. 
“Please…”  Harry begged, gripping both sides of the transfigured bed with his
hands.  He spread his legs wide.  Severus cocked an eyebrow. 
He stroked Harry in slow thrusts.  “Tell me what you want, brat.”  Snape
demanded, still stroking him. 
Harry looked into his eyes deeply.  “I want…you.  So much.  Please—I”  He
gasped as Snape closed his eyes and engulfed his member inside his wet mouth. 
Harry was speechless as he watched his professor swirl his tongue around his
length, sucking his cock up and down.  His hips thrust upward in response—Snape
let him move, but Harry stopped himself from doing it again.  He didn’t want to
gag him—he wanted to treat the man with care.
Severus inhaled Harry’s musky scent, which strangely turned him on.  He brought
his hand up to the base of Harry’s cock, stroking it up and down while lapping
the tip.  He hummed in appreciation at the pre-cum flowing onto his tongue. 
“Severus—”  Hearing his own name from Harry’s lips was even more of a turn on. 
The man opened his eyes, mouth still around Harry’s swollen member, to the
sight of the heaving teenager looking at him tenderly. 
Harry smiled softly, petting Sev’s hair, “Kiss me—please?”  Severus was
surprised, but was more than happy to indulge.  He left one hand on Harry’s
cock, stroking it at an even pace, while he shifted upward.
Harry gasped, forcing Sev’s head down to meet his lips.  He kissed him for all
he was worth—nibbling on his lower lip, sucking on his tongue, and moaning into
his mouth.  He felt Sev’s erection on his stomach where he was straddled. 
Severus meshed his lips against Harry’s, kissing him back, giving into all his
instincts.  He grunted at the hardness of his own member, thrusting Harry’s
cock faster with his hand.
Harry pulled away for a moment, when Severus came up for air.  “Sev—” 
Harry touched Snape’s magnificent length, “I want to show you,” he husked, “how
much I…l-love you.”  With all his strength, he took Snape’s hand away from his
cock, and gently flipped Snape onto his back. 
Severus lost all coherent thought as Harry ground their cocks together in his
hand lovingly.  Harry grabbed Snape’s hand, placing it against his to allow
more friction for their cocks moving together.  Harry looked into Sev’s dark,
lust-filled eyes, stroking faster now.
“Harry—oh,Harry!”  Severus’ brows furrowed, knowing he’d come soon.  Harry
kissed him with tongue, eyes never leaving the coal-black ones.  “Oh Sev…want
you…love you…God, love you so much…”  Harry delved in to kiss him again.  Harry
and Severus’ hands were violently thrusting together.  Severus returned the
kiss and moaned loudly, whimpering into the teen’s wet mouth.  Harry still
could taste his own cum on Severus’ tongue, sucking on him, feeling himself
close.
Severus grasped Harry’s length with the entirety of his hand and stroked
furiously, causing Harry to scream, “Sev’rus!  Oh God!”  Harry grabbed his
partner’s cock and did the same, hearing Snape whimper his name in long gasps. 
“Harry—I’m going to—”
“Me too, so close—”
“Cum with me…please…”
“Sev—yes…”  Harry pressed his forehead against Severus’ and bucked down. 
Severus captured his quivering lips and breathed “Mine” possessively into
Harry’s mouth as he thrust once more into the teen’s hand. 
Harry’s eyes rolled back as he came hard, shaking in delight against Severus’
large, calloused hand.  He screamed inwardly, silently, completely overtaken by
pleasure.  Severus felt Harry shoot loads of hot cum onto his chest—as the
shaking teen’s hand was thrusting his own cock violently—he came blindingly. 
Whether or not he screamed, he did not know.
He panted, lying below Harry, who was gasping against his lips, still trying to
recover.
The teen finally came to his wits and placed chaste kisses on Snape’s lips. 
Snape removed his hand from Harry’s cock, placing it on the back of his head,
claiming a deeper kiss. 
“Mmmm…” Harry moaned.  He rolled over, lying beside his professor, closing his
eyes. 
Snape summoned two glasses of water for them—Harry drank his all at once, while
Snape sipped his and set it down on a table by them.  He took Harry’s as well.
Harry turned to him with a loving gaze, tracing little circles on Sev’s
stomach.  “You weren’t kidding when you said you could bewitch the mind and
ensnare the senses, were you?”
Severus let out a deep chuckle, holding Harry close.  “Brat.  You were obsessed
with me at eleven?”
Harry giggled and blushed red, “More like captivated.”  He thought, “And then,
terrified.  I was learning how to use that damned quill when you called me out
for ‘not paying attention!’”  Harry mocked in his best ‘Severus Snape’ voice. 
Snape raised an eyebrow at him.  “Was that supposed to sound like me?”
Harry laughed into Sev’s stomach, “You’re such a git.”  Harry hugged him, “But
you’re my git, and only mine.”  Severus smiled into the younger wizard’s hair.
He sighed, “I love you too, brat.” 
***** Chapter Sixteen: Bonds *****
Chapter Sixteen: Bonds
Severus Snape stalked into the Forbidden Section of the library—he knew it was
here, but he just didn't know where.
His eyes sifted through the books: some without authors, some without titles, &
some even were made for the sole purpose of torturing an enemy.
Sad to say, Severus Snape knew about that torture first-hand. Surprisingly,
it'd been more painful to watch an individual screech out from the cursed books
than it had been to endure them. Alas, it was just another tidbit of his life
he dwelled on.
His hands remained interlocked behind his back as his black cloak swooped
behind him. He knew he was getting closer.
Sweeping...searching…Severus chanted in his mind, Phoenix Tears: Love's Match
and Savior… Phoenix Tears: Love's Match and Savior…Where the bloody-hell is it?
His thoughts became more frantic as he neared a particularly dark section.
"Lumos." He held the wand out, careful not to blind his eyes.
Like a miracle, his light shone on the book in front of him. He snorted.
"Finite Incantatem." He cast the spell on the two books sandwiching the one he
wanted. It was bright red, with gold script—Gryffindor colors, Snape
scoffed, of course.
"Wingardium Leviosa." The book lifted out. Snape knew he couldn't use Accio in
the Forbidden Section.
Filch and Mrs. Norris slowly made their way to him. Filch nodded, grunting in
recognition. "Professor Snape." He sniffed. Mrs. Norris meowed loudly. Filch
shushed her, "Blasted cat…" he muttered under his breath quietly.
"Mr. Filch." He nodded back. "Forgive my sudden intrusion—I found myself in
need of answers only this book could possibly give me." Snape tightened his
grasp on the book and raised an eyebrow. He'd rather not explain this to Filch,
but he considered the man a friend.
Especially after taking care of that blasted owl of his. Not to mention, Filch
was possibly the only squib he could stand. Filch was a smart man, after all,
and was well feared and respected by the students, despite his lack of magical
abilities. Snape often wondered how Argus got his position at Hogwarts. He was
such rubbish at communicating with anyone but Albus or Minerva, he probably
never would ask the man of his background.
Filch waved his hand, "Oh, 'ts alright. No need to explain. By the way, your
owl's been gettin' restless…I could get Hagrid to let 'em out a few times a
week, with your permission of course." Filch looked him in the eyes.
Snape narrowed his and thought about it. "Yes, that would be most generous. You
have my permission. Thank you for your help, Argus. I must be going." Filch
gave him a twisted crook of a smile, showing his yellowed teeth. "By the way,
Severus…"
Snape was about to leave, but he met Filch's gaze again. There was something
about him that seemed different.
Argus continued, "…I'm glad you didn't…." Argus gestured, dragging a finger
from the left of his neck to the right, "you know." He made a chh! sound with
his mouth, demonstrating death without actually saying the word.
Snape felt his lips twitch up into a half smile, which must have surprised
Filch. His eyebrows shot up. Mrs. Norris hissed. Severus wouldn't admit it to
himself, but he was genuinely touched that he would have been missed by someone
other than Minerva.
He bowed, "Thank you Argus. My appreciation goes out to you." Filch sniffed and
nodded, "Course."
Snape twirled around, leaving his cape swishing behind him.
He had to get back to his quarters before Harry woke up. The boy had fallen
asleep again—Severus wondered how long he'd be up in the night because of his
nap. Then again…Snape shook the dirty thought out of his mind. What was
happening to him! Blazes, the boy has me whipped. Merlin's balls!
He shook his head again, looking around to see if anyone was in the hallway. No
one was there. He took the book and slapped his forehead with it. I will get to
the bottom of this so-called connection I have with Potter, if it is
the last thing I do.
He sighed. He knew he couldn't go back to his quarters and focus with Harry
there.
He cracked open the book once he sat down at his desk in the Potions classroom.
He slid his finger across the table of contents, scanning for anything
substantial.
One chapter stuck out to him: Types of Magical Bonds.
He flipped to page three-hundred-and-ninety-four.
He scoffed to himself at the page number.
Why is it always THIS page that is of the upmost importance?!
He sniffed, continuing to read.
Types of Magical Bonds:
A witch or wizard can become bonded with another magical individual in one of
two ways:
1)The Dominari Bond. Firstly, if a witch or wizard is   part_creature : such as
vampire, faery, giant, etc. They can choose to mate with another witch or
wizard, but they   also have to be part creature, and the agreement to become
mates must be consensual. Both magical creatures   must   have been healed by
Phoenix tears (at any point in their lives). If each mate should choose not
stick to their submissive/dominant roles, they will feel severely depressed.
This bond cannot be reversed.
2)The Clamore Bond. If both partners have marked each other, called a "claim,"
this bond can take place in any magical being. Assuming they have chosen this
option, they will not be mated for life unless each has agreed upon doing so.
If each mate agree to depart, their bond will deplete, and they will be able to
bond with any other magical being. However, their marks will be apparent upon
their skin forever. This bond allows each person to feel what each other are
feeling, even when each partner live across the world from each other. For this
reason, most people cannot handle the overwhelming emotions of their partner,
and therefore, Clamore Bonds are very rare. For this bond, only one mate must
have been healed by Phoenix tears, however, that particular mate must be healed
while he or she places claim upon the other mate.
Please take heed if you wish to bond with another magical being: if done
wrongly, it can be extremely dangerous. More precise instructions on bonding
ceremonies can be found in the next chapter.
Severus slammed the book shut and hummed. Neither of these described his
relationship with Potter.
He wondered if there was even a bond at all. Perhaps Albus would know? Severus
scratched his chin. What a strange dilemma to be in. He really never expected
to be reading up about magical bonds—and certainly not for himself—much less
for a relationship between himself and Harry James Potter!
He sighed heavily. "Tempus." The numbers read 4:30PM. Damn. Severus thought as
he grabbed his book, scrambling to get down to his quarters. Harry would be
awake by now, surely!
After much speed-walking, he opened the door to his quarters quietly. The room
was empty.
"Harry?" He called, shutting the door behind him. Perhaps he is in the bedroom?
Severus sighed and walked into the bathroom to freshen up. Merlin! Snape jumped
at his reflection in the mirror. He touched his face, which was usually a
sickly pale color. He looked…healthier. Much healthier—but why?
He tossed the thought aside, taking off his robes, hanging them on the back of
the door. He opened a couple buttons on the top of his white shirt, and rolled
up his sleeves.
Expecting Potter to be in the bedroom, he walked in quietly. Instead, he found
a letter upon the black sheets. It was Slytherin green.
Severus approached his bed. He sat on the edge of it, about to pick up the
letter.
To Sev, the front read. It was very pretty, Severus had to admit. His name was
in shiny silver lettering. He continued to open the letter, and set the book
down that he'd been holding.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Come into the kitchen
I have a surprise for you~
-Your Harry
Severus chuckled like a school girl. He blushed furiously at his own reaction,
and kicked off his shoes.
Severus Snape does   not   giggle.
He harrumphed before walking into the kitchen, but he was stopped short.
Harry wore a crisp green shirt, which suited him very nicely. If he looked
close enough, he could see the outline of his muscled arms and stomach. His
eyes moved up from viewing Harry's black pants to find the blushing Slytherin
with his hands behind his back.
"Hey, you." Harry blinked with red cheeks and smiled. He stepped closer.
"Harry…" Severus was unsure of what to say. "…I appreciated your letter." Even
though your poetry was horrendous, Snape wanted to say, but didn't have the
heart to, with Harry looking at him so happily.
"What's that, behind your back?" Severus raised an eyebrow.
Harry held out a bouquet of roses. Half were red, and half were…green? Severus
looked at him in surprise. Realizing Harry was handing him the roses, he took
them, brushing his hand against his own.
"They're beautiful, Harry." Severus was genuinely moved by the gesture. The
only flowers he ever got were from Lily, when she had a crush on him. They were
eleven years old at the time—she brought him lilies, of course, right after
potions class.
"I erm…transfigured them. To be, you know, green. I thought—" Harry was cut off
by Snape, who pressed his lips against Harry's. Harry gasped and kissed him
back gently.
Severus parted from Harry's lips, careful not to crush the roses. He got out
his wand and transfigured a vase, levitating the roses into it on the side
table.
He looked back at Harry, who now had delicious flushed lips, wet from licking
them. Harry cleared his throat, and waved his hand over the dinner table behind
him. The kitchen lights were dimmed, a table was transfigured in a cozy space,
and candles were set in the middle of the room.
Severus' eyes widened as he looked over the table: there were dinner rolls, two
plates—each with a steak, potatoes, and cooked carrots, silverware,
and…napkins…in the shape of a snake.
Oh, Harry. Severus thought, you did all this for me?
Harry nodded, but then looked confused. "You didn't say that, did you?" He
scratched his head.
"I…say what?" Severus was still trying to process everything Harry set out for
them.
Harry blushed. "I must be crazy, but I could have sworn I thought you asked if
I did all this for you. But…your lips weren't moving. Erm—"
Severus cut him off, "I didn't say it, but I was thinking it. It might have to
do with the bond we have."
Harry still looked confused, "What kind of bond?"
Severus sighed. "We'll talk about that later. In the meantime…" He placed his
hand on Harry's cheek and kissed him fiercely. Harry moaned as Severus embraced
him. Snape parted from his lips, bringing them next to Harry's left ear. "This
is wonderful, Harry." He whispered softly, kissing Harry on the cheek. "Did
you really do all this for me?" He said slowly, looking into the emerald green
eyes.
Harry nodded and kissed the man lightly. "Let's sit down, if you're hungry?"
Harry pulled out a chair for Snape.
Severus suppressed an eye-roll and a snort, taking his seat. He looked across
the small table to Harry. "I like how your eyes look in candlelight, Sev."
Harry smiled, reaching for a roll. Severus intentionally brushed his hand
against Harry's as he reached for a roll, too. "Your shirt brings out your eyes
quite well, if I may say so." Severus bit into his roll after Harry was done
chewing.
Harry smirked at him. "I hoped you would like it." Severus watched his muscled
chest move as the boy cut into his steak, taking a bite. Severus did the
same—Merlin, was it good!
After swallowing, he said, "This is quite good. Did the house elves make it?"
Severus couldn't believe how good it was—the house elves were good cooks, but
nothing like this.
Harry shook his head after swallowing some pieces of carrot. "Nope. I made it
myself. I really like to cook—and at the Dursley's it was my job to prepare
meals for them, so I've grown to become decent at it." Severus gave him a shy
smile. Harry bit his lip.
"That's quite impressive. You're much more than decent at it, Harry. Thank you,
for all of this. I hope it wasn't too much trouble." Severus was touched that
Harry made all this from scratch. He was surprised that he was so good at
cooking, yet so terrible at potions. Although, with practice, he would be very
good at it, Severus thought.
"Really? Oh, I mean, you're welcome Sev. No trouble—I like doing it a lot, and
it kept me busy while you were gone." Harry swallowed another piece of steak.
"Where'd you go, anyway?"
Severus hesitated, "I went to the library—in the restricted section."
Harry laughed. "Did you use my old invisibility cloak?"
Severus snorted. "Potter, I am allowed back there as a professor, you know."
Harry rolled his eyes and bit into a role. "So what were you doin' back there?"
He said, trying not to talk with his mouth full.
Severus paused before speaking. "I wanted to research more about Phoenix tears
in relation to magical bonds. I suspect," he spoke slowly, "that our
relationship is growing at a fast pace partly because of a type of bond." Harry
nodded—this made sense to him. "So, what did you find?"
The older man sighed, "I did not find what I was looking for. Two bonds are
known in relation to Phoenix tears, neither of which describes how you saved
me, or our relationship in any way."
"Hmm. What were they?" Harry said before engulfing more potatoes.
"The first one described a bond between two magical creatures, or part
creatures and part witches or wizards. Automatically, this was ruled out, since
neither of us is part creature. The second," Snape paused to drink some of the
wine in front of him, "dealt with one witch or wizard claiming another as their
mate, which we have not done either. Additionally, that bond would only form if
the claim would be made whilst the partner would be healed by a Phoenix." Harry
nodded again. "Well, that's complex, isn't it? Do you think Albus would know
any more about bonds that could describe our relationship?"
Severus nodded, "I believe so. We could visit his portrait, if you'd like."
"Brilliant!" Harry said with enthusiasm, a little tipsy from the wine.
"You're a light drinker, aren't you?" Severus smirked at him. Harry giggled and
blushed. "Sev! You worry too much."
Severus chuckled, grabbing a napkin. "Hold still. You have something…" he wiped
something off the corner of Harry's mouth, which parted after the napkin left.
"Can I ask you something?" Harry said, trying to ignore his erection.
Severus nodded.
"Do I…" He trailed off.
"Yes?" Severus said softly.
"Do I remind you of…James? Of my dad?" Harry gulped.
Severus shook his head. "When you were eleven, you looked a lot more like him
than you do now. You are neither of your parents, Harry—and the reason I am
fond of you is not because of who your father was. You've been gentle and kind
to me…like no one has before." His last sentence was quiet.
Harry had glassy eyes that shone in the candlelight. "Oh, Sev." He took his
hand across the table.
Severus hummed, breathing slowly. "Thank you." His voice trembled.
Harry rubbed his hand lovingly. "Sev…" Harry waved his other hand toward a
transfigured record player. Music started to play as Harry stood up. "Could I
have this dance?"
Severus was too stunned to speak. He took Harry's hand, and was led to the
living room. He put a hand on Harry's hip, and Harry put one on his. The
younger wizard laid his head against Sev's chest, inhaling the sweet scent.
"Mmm…" Harry murmured. They started to sway back and forth slowly to the music.
Severus laid his head upon the top of Harry's, smelling his hair, and kissed
him on the forehead. Harry was quite a good dancer.
They stayed like that, swaying comfortably back and forth, for a few songs.
Severus rubbed Harry's back in small circles.
Harry looked up at him lovingly, and gave him a kiss. "Stay close to me?"
Severus' mouth twitched into a smile as he said, "Always."
They continued to dance into the night.
***** Chapter Seventeen: Regret *****
Chapter Seventeen: Regret
After a long night of dancing with one another, Severus and Harry slept side-
by-side.  Harry fell fast asleep on his partner’s chest, listening to the
calming thumps of his heart.
Despite the wonderful night they’d spent of lovely dancing, right after
enjoying Harry’s exquisite home-cooked meal, Severus lied awake, hopelessly
restless. 
He watched the back of Harry’s chest as it rose: in and out, in and out again,
against him.  He looked so calm—so peaceful. 
Snape held him loosely with one arm.  Harry was drooling on his nightshirt, but
Severus didn’t have the willpower to wake him.  Not after what the boy had done
for him.
The boy…
The room was silent, but Snape’s mind was racing with doubtful thoughts. 
Whenever he had obtained even a sliver of happiness in his life, it was taken
away from him painfully.  How would this situation be different?  Yes, it was
all well and good now, but nothing good ever lasted for Severus.  I always make
the wrong choices…
Snape rubbed his forehead with his free hand, sinking his head deeper into the
pillow beneath him.  Merlin…what a mistake I’ve made. 
He pinched his eyes shut, listening to the war within his mind.  A part of him
was basking in this relationship with Harry, but the other part…
Well, the other part was telling him that there was no bond at all, and that
Harry is his student, for Merlin’s sake, and that he should get a grip on his
life before he hurts both himself and the Potter brat. 
I’ve been behaving like a teenaged schoolboy, Severus thought sadly.  He sighed
deeply, looking down at Harry—who had stopped drooling on his nightshirt.  The
younger wizard had draped his arm over Severus’ chest and locked him in place. 
He murmured something incomprehensible, obviously dreaming, as his face
tightened. 
Severus stroked Harry’s back calmingly—then stopped, startled at his instinct
to comfort the boy.  He’s just a boy…I can’t—won’t—do this anymore.  I won’t
hurt him. Snape let go of Harry, putting his face in his hands.  Harry didn’t
seem to notice—he just kept murmuring in his sleep.  Severus decided that
Harry’s happiness surpassed his own, and always would—and he would not hurt
him.  He would sacrifice his life before hurting Harry, just like he has in the
past.  This is no different, Severus reasoned.  He sighed softly this time.
It was always Harry he was worried about. 
~SS/HP~
“Please, don’t leave me.  Severus—”  Harry gripped his partner’s arm before he
could walk away. 
“No—Ha—” he sighed, “Potter, you will let me go.”  Harry looked hurt.  Pained.
“Please—please—”  Harry babbled, eyes filled with tears, fighting the urge to
cry.  Severus yanked away from him, but his whole body suddenly felt cold.  It
was the only way.
Harry watched as Severus walked away, into the darkness.  “Stop!  Come back!” 
Harry yelled at the top of his lungs, running after him into the darkness.
~SS/HP~
“B-but-no-stop…”  Harry babbled quietly against Sev’s chest.  His cheeks were
wet with tears suddenly, Snape noticed. 
“Harry?”  Severus whispered, without thinking.  He couldn’t fight the urge to
give the same comfort to Harry as Harry did to him before. 
The younger wizard blinked his eyes open.  “Sev-Severus-please,” Harry started
shaking, as if he were ice cold. 
“Harry?  It was just a dream, Harry.”  Severus tried.  He wanted to wrap his
arms around Potter, but he couldn’t.  His mind won the battle, and his heart
lost.  I must let him go.  He may not have been thinking straight before, but
now he was sure of it: Harry and he did not belong together, and they never
would.
Harry looked up at him, gasping with tears in his eyes.  “I had the worst
nightmare.”  He gripped Snape’s shirt with his fists, shaking, trying to calm
down. 
Severus wore a blank expression, but he swore he could hear his heart break in
two from seeing Harry so distraught.  “What happened?”
Harry held him close, nuzzling his nose into Sev’s neck.  “You were going to
leave me…”  He traced Sev’s collarbone with his finger.
“Harry…” Severus started nervously, feeling far too vulnerable.  “You’re far
too…generous, kind…for someone like me.  You,” his voice broke, but he
continued, “deserve someone who can give you what I cannot.  I know nothing of
love, Harry.  I don’t deserve you.”  He said with a sullen voice, waiting for
Potter to storm out of the room—or maybe even cry—or—
Harry took both his hands, holding Severus’ head against the pillow.  Their
eyes were so very close—and Severus had nowhere else to fix his gaze but on
Harry’s emerald stare.
Severus felt the rise and fall of Harry’s chest against his own as he topped
him, just lying there, looking deeply at him.  He squirmed, knowing that he had
no defense against Harry if he decided to…what?  Stun him, perhaps?  Either
way, his wand was on the nightstand, and Harry was powerful beyond belief
without his wand.
Severus tried to push him away, but Harry wouldn’t allow it.  Damn it. 
“We do not belong together.”  Snape muttered, knowing he only could use his
words to convince Harry of this. 
Snape gulped loudly and tremored as Harry kissed the tip of his nose, never
tearing his eyes away from his gaze.  His lips felt firm and sure against his
skin.
He felt the teen’s lips ghost over his own—could feel the hot breath on his
mouth.  He smelled sweet and alluring, but Severus decided not to give in—even
though he was pinned in place, he had to try to reason with Harry.
“You—” was the only word Severus could get out before Harry put a finger over
his lips.  He was silenced.  He watched as Harry bent slightly, putting his
mouth next to his ear. 
“I—” Harry breathed seductively, “am with a man who has saved my life countless
times.  Who has admitted his love for me—in whatever amount it may be.  He’s
sweet,” Harry paused to smirk, “after you get to know him.”
“I will hurt you.  I do not want to hurt you.”  Snape pinched his eyes shut,
trying to concentrate on speaking—not on how good Harry’s lips felt on his just
a moment ago.  Not on his warm breath that felt like a caress in the gentle
night.  Not even on how strong, how fit Harry was while he lie on top of him.
Harry waited a moment, and then murmured, “You’ve never hurt me.”  Snape
snapped his eyes open at those words.  Never hurt him? 
“Harry—even if you truly mean that…” Snape paused to wipe away a tear from
Harry’s cheek gently, “it doesn’t mean I won’t.” 
Harry tilted his head in confusion, letting another tear fall.  “But you just
said you don’t want to hurt me.  I know you wouldn’t hurt me—at least, not
purposefully.”  Harry tried to reason with the impossible git, but he was being
stubborn as usual.
“Everyone who has grown close to me, I have hurt in one way or another,
intentional or otherwise.  I cannot let you be a victim of my poor choices.  I
would never forgive myself if I harmed you.”  Severus’ voice started out
strong, but it got quieter as he spoke more.  He used a blanket to wipe Harry’s
wet cheeks. 
“We have a bond.  I know we do.  I can feel it.”  Harry said fiercely, with a
determined look in his eye.
Severus shook his head.  “We don’t know that.”
Harry tried again.  “Even if we don’t, we’re a team, Sev.  We’re far more alike
than you want to believe.”  Severus scoffed, “We are polar opposites!”
Harry shook his head once, “We may have different personalities, but we have
such similar backgrounds, Sev.  Honestly, you’re the first person who I can
talk to who truly understands my past—who doesn’t put me on some pedestal
because of my name.”  Severus stiffened.  He knew Harry was right, but how did
all this guarantee that he would not hurt him, in the end?
Snape was about to speak, but Harry put a finger over his lips.  “And just so
you know…everyone I get close to ends up in some sort of danger.  Or, at least
they used to.  My parents, my friends, my professors, heck, even the Dursley’s
had to move to another home to stay safe!  And it was all because of me.  Don’t
you see, Sev?”  Harry pleaded with his eyes. 
Severus was stubborn—but he did see Harry’s point.  “If I said that I agree
with you, how does all this stop me from causing you any future pain?”  He
questioned. 
Harry snorted.  “That’s impossible to know, Sev—no matter who you meet, or who
you’ll ever love, you can’t predict the future.  So let’s just enjoy what we
have now, yeah?”  Harry smirked, knowing he was right. 
Severus narrowed his eyes, “Hmm…”
Harry glared at him, “I’m done trying to convince you.”  The words rang through
Snape’s ears.  I knew he would give up—the insipid brat.  It was only a matter
of time—
“So I’ll show you.”  Harry murmured in his ear and claimed his lips seconds
later.  The first was a gentle caress, which turned animalistic as Harry
practically sucked Severus’ tongue from his mouth.  He explored Sev’s mouth
with his own tongue as well, darting in and out, which drew a moan from the
older man.  Harry pulled back and took a breath.  “You like that?”  His
question must have been rhetorical, for he bent his head down an instant later
and devoured Snape’s mouth. 
Severus felt his buttons become undone, which surprised him at first, since
Harry’s hands were on both of his cheeks.  He knew it must have been wandless
magic—which, admittedly, turned him on even more. 
Severus was making sounds he never heard himself make before as Harry so
viciously claimed his lips.  Harry was kissing him for all he was worth, and
even as Severus tried to kiss him back, Harry would regain control. 
His shirt was off, and it flew off his arms to the floor.  Harry parted from
Severus briefly and inhaled before licking his neck.  “Oh—” Severus heard
himself moan.  Harry smiled on his neck, kissing one spot ferociously.  He knew
he’d convinced him now.
But if that wasn’t enough convincement for the man, Harry decided to trail his
hands down to Sev’s large cock beneath his boxers, which was already
protruding.  As he wrapped his fingers around the base of his large swollen
prick, he swirled his tongue around Sev’s left nipple and sucked roughly.
“Fuck!”  Severus bucked into Harry’s hand, suddenly unable to keep himself from
moving.  Harry smirked, lifting his head from Snape’s nub.  “Convinced yet?” 
He murmured, right before giving a powerful stroke to Sev’s cock. 
“Nnrgh,” Severus grunted, pulling Harry up by his hair.  He claimed the boy’s
lips, this time. 
Harry moaned in his mouth while he stroked faster.  He loved it when Severus
was defenseless, yet so demanding at the same time.
Severus felt Harry’s strong hand stroke roughly up and down his length at an
aching pace.  He wanted  more.  He moaned into Harry’s mouth and reached for
Harry’s prick, snaking his hand beneath his boxer shorts.  Harry gasped,
feeling Sev’s calloused hand around his very hard member. 
Their lips parted as Severus stroked him without grace.  “Harder.”  He felt
Harry buck in his hand.  “Faster.”  He added.
Harry’s breathing sped up quickly.  Severus was stroking him so hard, so fast,
it just made him whimper even more. 
He did as he was told, pumping Sev’s cock in his hand at a speedier pace. 
Severus whimpered as Harry smeared the precum over the tip of his sensitive
cock. 
Harry couldn’t take it—the man’s whimpering, and his hand milking his cock like
that. 
“Fuck—Severus—fuck!”  Harry screamed as Severus milked every last drop from his
prick, which shot load after load of hot cum.  Severus was still hard beneath
Harry’s shaking grasp.  Harry breathed in and out rigidly, trying to catch his
breath. 
He kissed the man hard, but lovingly, before ripping off Sev’s boxers. 
Before Severus knew what was happening, Harry’s hot mouth swallowed down his
prick.  Harry looked up at him with half-lidded green eyes and sucked, swirling
his tongue around it like it was a delicious ice-cream-cone.  And, to Harry, it
might as well have been.
Severus gasped and bucked, not able to help his motions at this point.  He was
too far gone, and Harry was sucking his entire length, for Merlin’s sake!  He
put his hand through Harry’s hair, which was now coated with cum.
Harry moaned around the cock, closing his eyes completely, furrowing his brows
in concentration and enjoyment.  “Mmm,” he murmured as he bounced his head up
and down on Snape’s length, sucking him, trying to milk him dry.  Every once in
a while, Sev would almost give in, and Harry would get a taste of his semen. 
He relished it and fondled with Sev’s full balls, just going faster, teasing
the man out of his wits. 
The boy was going to drive him mad.  Severus was moaning so loudly,
incoherently, “Harry oh my—fuck!  F-fast-HARDER!”  And Harry would follow his
orders, moaning along with him, using his hand and his mouth to fuck him
faster.
Severus swore he blacked out—he bucked upward, as Harry took him all the way in
his hot, wet mouth down his throat.  Harry swallowed Sev’s thick delicious cum,
moaning as he did, licking the tip of the head of Sev’s tender cock as it came
for him—only for him. 
Harry’s tongue brushed against the tip of his cock as he came erotically, over
and over, and it just pushed him even more over the edge.  He screamed
violently, “HARRY!”  His balls completely emptied as Harry sucked him dry, as
if he were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. 
Taking deep breaths, he looked down at Harry, who was still sucking his limp
member.  Harry’s hair was slick from his cum from Sev’s hand—and just the sight
could’ve made his cock grow hard again. 
Harry finally pulled off of his spent prick, breathing in, and licking the cum
off his lips. 
“Come up here.”  Severus commanded with a hoarse voice.  Harry did so, as
Severus pulled him into his strong arms, giving him a tender, loving kiss.  He
could taste the cum from Harry’s mouth. 
“Convinced yet?”  Harry muttered with wit between kisses.  Severus chuckled in
his mouth, “Brat.”
Harry muttered Evanesco to clean off his hair, Sev’s hand, and his mouth.  The
two men locked gazes, giving each other gentle caresses until their lids became
too heavy. 
Severus gave a quick glance at Harry, who was smiling in his dreams, before he
too drifted into the allure of his own slumber.
***** Chapter Eighteen: The Ferret and the Weasel *****
Chapter Eighteen: The Ferret and the Weasel
Ron was famished—at least, it felt like he was. 
“’Mione?”  He mumbled, shaking his girlfriend’s arm. 
“Oh, honestly.  What is it, Ron?”  She whispered angrily into her pillow.  She
just drifted off to sleep—and most of the time, she couldn’t.  She had too many
awful flashbacks from the war.
“Want to go and get some food with me?”  Ron whispered back. 
“You’re still hungry?”  She questioned, still bitter from being awoken.
“Well, I didn’t eat at dinner.  I couldn’t.”  Ron looked out the window as he
spoke.  He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for another bitter reply from
Hermione.
Instead, she sat up in confusion.  “What do you mean, Ron?  You love eating in
the Great Hall.”  She furrowed her brows, careful not to touch him.  Lately, he
would flinch away from her—Hermione just shrugged it off most of the time,
thinking it had to do with effects from the war.  Perhaps it would be
temporary?  She thought, as she pulled her hand away from Ron’s shoulder.
He didn’t answer; he just looked down at the ground. 
“Have you been eating properly?”  Ron turned to her and sighed. 
“You mean you haven’t noticed?”  He whispered genuinely.
Hermione shook her head, “No…sorry.”  She wasn’t Ronald’s mother, why should
she keep track of his eating habits?  It was hard enough, knowing that her
parents were in Australia without her, completely obliviated.  Couldn’t Ron
understand that?
She decided to lie back down, and pretended to snore.
Ron got up, wearing his sweatpants and red Quidditch sleeveless top.  His
muscles shone in the moonlight from the window.  Despite all the misgivings the
previous year held, he managed to only lose his abs and a little weight around
the mid-area.  His arms and legs were still toned, probably from all that
running around, finding the bloody horcruxes.
He sighed aloud.
Ron strutted off without another word with his rabbit slippers on, knowing he’d
be eating alone tonight.  Again.
Honestly, sometimes she can be so thick…he thought as he waited for the
staircases to change. 
I can’t believe she hasn’t noticed.  It’s been a week since I’ve eaten with
her!  Doesn’t she know by now?  Ron was already in front of the Great Hall’s
doors as he scratched his head.  Hermione just wasn’t…the same anymore.  She
was hard and cold—not that sweet girl who cared too much about grades.  She was
too distant. 
She had always been happy and kind, before they went hunting for horcruxes with
Harry.  She was always isolated, hanging out in the library, for Merlin’s
sake!  Before, she’d at least talk to me.
Ron tapped his fluffy bunny slippers in annoyance.  The Great Hall was
locked—which was strange, since it was only 10PM.  House elves usually cooked
until 10:30—and Ron liked to go right at ten, so he wouldn’t have to eat in
front of anyone.  He hated crowds, nowadays.  Couldn’t stand them.
He huffed and turned in a swoosh, but screamed in a high pitched voice, nearly
toppling over.
“What are you doing here, Weasel?”  Malfoy raised an eyebrow at him, wearing
silky green pajamas and fuzzy black slippers.
Ron stared at him.  “Malfoy.  I could ask you the same question, couldn’t I?” 
He tightened his expression. 
Draco huffed. 
“Are you followin’ me?”  Ron questioned suspiciously.  But why would he?  Seems
suspicious, considering he was on our side all along, with Snape and all.  Ron
thought.
Draco rolled his eyes.  “Don’t you think I have better things to do than to
follow the likes of you?”  He scoffed, “Anyway, it just so happens that I
prefer my dinner later than the rest of the students staying over summer.”  He
crossed his arms.  Although, I don’t know why I just told him that.  Draco
thought inwardly.  And it isn’t like I have a home anymore…Draco’s mind blurted
at him.  With his father in Azkaban, his mother just wasn’t the same, and his
house seemed hollow.  McGonagall had agreed to let him stay for holidays at
Hogwarts, to his surprise.  He made a mental note to give the old bat a token
of appreciation at some point.
Ron immediately wondered why Draco would want to stay at Hogwarts, but he
shrugged in response.  He knew that his dad was in Azkaban, and he wasn’t one
to pry into Malfoy’s personal life.
Ron decided: he couldn’t care less.  “Well, the door is locked, so I guess
we’ll both have to wait until breakfast.”  The redhead’s stomach growled
softly.
Draco smirked, “Well, you would have to wait, if I weren’t here.”
“What?”  Ron asked, confused.  He scratched his head again, and his arm muscles
flexed.
The blonde coughed, not wanting to admit that Weasley was fit.  And toned. 
He did not just think that. 
He had a flashback to Blaise…the hot lips against his own, tumbling around in
the Great Hall, empty of all students…
The blonde shook his head as if to clear it.
“Pippy?”  Draco called. 
Pippy popped in front of himself and Ron, tapping her foot in aggravation. 
“Late night meal again, Mr. Malfoy?”  She looked to Ron.  “And Mr. Weasley as
well?  Hmm, didn’t know he was your type.”
Draco blushed.  “My type?!”  Merlin, no!  “He just happened to be here, that’s
all!”  Damn the elf for catching Blaise and I that afternoon…
Ron doubled over in laughter, wiping a tear from his eye, “God, Malfoy!  I
didn’t know you were a poof!”
Draco snarled, “Oh, shut up!  Do you want dinner or not?”
Ron was still chuckling.  “Well, it’s all so sudden, but I suppose I’d like
some dinner.”  He bantered.
Draco grimaced, “Don’t flatter yourself, Weasel.  Come on,” he followed Pippy
into the Great Hall, “unless you want to starve.”
Ron frowned and followed Malfoy, who was behind Pippy.  He supposed he couldn’t
help it—no, he definitely couldn’t help his gaze—not as it trailed to Draco’s
tight arse.  The man wasn’t as built as he was, but he certainly wasn’t bad to
look at. 
Not bad to look at?  Ron laughed once to himself.  That was a new one.  The
hunger was probably making him think crazy things.  Yeah—that’s it.  Making me
think about tight arses and—
“Something funny to you, Weasley?”  Draco turned and looked down at his bunny
slippers.  He smirked, “Your mom make those for you?”
Ron stiffened.  “Hermione, actually.”  He said lowly, shifting his gaze to the
table.
Draco cocked his head to the side.  “I didn’t know Granger could do anything
except read.”
Surprisingly, Ron laughed at that.  “Well, lately, that’s all she’s been
doing.  It’s like I don’t exist.”
The blonde hummed.  He wasn’t particularly expecting that response from the
red-head. 
Pippy interrupted their thoughts, popping into the room.  “Dinner is served,
gentlemen.”  She winked at Malfoy, snapped her fingers, and popped out again. 
Draco rolled his eyes, but his hands felt a bit clammy.
Ron’s eyes widened at the spread on the table.  “Blimey!”
“Indeed.”  Draco confirmed.  It was a lot of food.  He watched Ron chug his
pumpkin juice and bit into a piece of chicken.  “Er…thanks.”  He said, with a
full mouth of meat.
Draco gulped.  Am I sweating?  Why am I sweating?
“Did you just…thank me?”  The blonde raised an eyebrow, tentatively eating some
pie.  He loved sweets.
Ron swallowed and furrowed his brows.  “Well…yeah.  It’s never this fresh when
I come in here.”  He took another bite of a chicken leg.  With a muffled voice,
he continued, “You must have some bloody good connections, Malfoy.”  He
continued to chew.
“Call me Draco.  You might as well—since Potter and I are on first name bases
now.”  He cringed at Ron’s eating habits, but continued to eat his pie.
The red-head raised an eyebrow this time.  “You…andHarry…wait.  Why would you
be on first name bases with Harry?”  Ron stuttered, wiping his mouth with a
napkin.
Draco sipped his pumpkin juice.  Hmm…he must not know about Harry and Severus…
He smirked.  I wonder how he’d react. 
Then again…I just made amends with Harry…Despite how much Draco wanted to break
the news to Ron, he didn’t want to ruin the start of a friendship with Potter.
He must have been lost in thought.  Ron asked, “Erm…Mal—I mean, Draco?”  It
sounded strange to hear the Weasel call him by his first name. 
“Ah, yes.  We made amends, after running into each other at Hogwarts.  I
thanked him, for saving me.  Which reminds me,” Draco sighed, “I should also
thank you.  You saved Blaise—and if it hadn’t been for you and P—Harry, I
wouldn’t be here right now.”  Draco wiped the sweat from his forehead.  “Is it
hot in here to you?”
Ron narrowed his eyes.  “No—I mean, I don’t think so.  But, you’re…welcome.  I
have to say mate, never thought you’d thank me.”  Ron said deeply, putting down
his chicken leg.  It just hit him how strange it must’ve been for Malfoy to
have been a Death Eater without choice—it made him cringe.
“It wasn’t your fault, you know.”  Ron said softly.
Draco bit his lip.  “What are you blabbering about, Weasley?”
“It’s Ron.  And I’m not blabbering,” the red-head mocked in Draco’s tone, “I’m
saying that none of it was your fault.  You didn’t have a choice—just like
Harry.  He was forced into his position in the war just as much as you were,
mate.” 
Ron actually looked sincere.  Draco scoffed.  “Nonsense.  I was no saint.  I’m
still not.”
Ron nodded, “True, but, given your background…well, I’m surprised you didn’t
end up more like Crouch.” 
Ron looked at him with piercing blue eyes.  Draco lost his breath.  For Ron to
be understanding toward him?  It seemed preposterous.
Only a bloody-Gryffindor, Draco mused.
Draco stood up abruptly, followed by Ron.  He turned swiftly toward the door.
He felt a hand grab him.  It was warm and calloused.  “Draco?”  He heard the
Gryffindor say, barely, over his own heart beating loudly.
The blonde turned around, noticing that Ron was still touching him.  He jerked
his hand away, after a lingering moment. 
Ron spoke again, “You okay?”  He wore a concerned look, with puppy eyes.  Draco
absentmindedly wondered why he never noticed Ron’s eyes before.  They weren’t
as striking as Harry’s, but they were genuine, and bloody hard to look away
from.
“I…” Draco started, then looked at the ground.  “I suppose I am.”
The red head smiled.  “Good.”
Draco nodded.  “Thanks…Ron.”  He tried out the name.  It seemed so foreign, it
was almost…erotic?  Draco blushed at his own thought.
Ron noticed, but didn’t think too much of it.  It wasn’t every day he had
dinner with a Slytherin, let alone Draco—of all people!  Just the thought of it
almost made him blush…
Nevertheless, he felt compelled to say something before Malfoy left. 
“Wait…erm.”  Ron scratched his head, showing off his muscular arms again. 
“Since you and Harry are on good terms now…we should, I dunno…play Quidditch or
something.”  Ron quirked his lips up. 
Draco gave a small smile.  “That would be…I mean…”  Merlin, I am stuttering
like a school-girl!
Ron seemed to understand—to an extent, that is.  He cut him off, “I’ll owl
you.”  He punched him lightly on the shoulder.
Draco blushed a deep red.  He turned, hoping that Ron didn’t see, and
practically ran out the Great Hall.
~~HP/SS~~
But Ron did see, and he wondered what the bloody hell it meant.
He held up a clean plate, looking at his reflection.  Was there something on
his face?  Nope…
Draco was looking at him so intensely.  He wondered if he had a piece of
chicken stuck between his teeth or…
He furrowed his brows.  He thought of what that house elf said…Pippy, was it?
Hmm…better not think much of it. 
With Charlie being gay, he didn’t think any more or less of Malfoy being a
poof.  But Ron was straight, he told himself—and he had Hermione.  Sure, their
relationship was rocky now, but it was just temporary…
He laughed softly at himself, shaking his head.  What a night!
He scurried off to bed with his bunny slippers, taking a cold shower before
hitting the pillow. 
He slept soundlessly, snoring loudly next to his annoyed girlfriend.
***** Chapter Nineteen: Very Much Like You. *****
Chapter Nineteen: Very Much Like You.
“Come on, Sev!  Don’t go easy on me.”  Harry protested.  “I did learn from Ron,
you know.”
Severus moved his knight.  “As you wish.”  He smirked.
Harry rubbed his chin.  “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.
Snape snorted.  He took a generous bite of his strawberry tart, which Harry
made for him. 
The boy finally moved a pawn.  Severus snatched it with his queen. 
Harry smirked devilishly and put the king in check.  “Check.”
Severus took his king out of check.  They went on like that for some time,
until Harry realized he was cornered.
“Checkmate.”  Severus said, about to finish off his tart.
Harry pouted jokingly.  Severus clicked his tongue, “Such a sore loser,
Potter.”
Harry stuck out his tongue.  “Next time, we’re flying.  Deal?”
Snape raised one eyebrow.  “You wish to fly with me?”
“Yes.  Do you have a broom?”
Severus scoffed, “Of courseI have a broom, Potter!”
Harry gleamed.  “Brilliant!”  He took a sip of his tea.  “Do you like flying?” 
Severus smirked, “Though it is not my favorite past time, I do have a knack for
it.”
Harry’s eyes widened in surprise.  “You weren’t on the team, were you?  Back in
your school days?”
Severus shook his head.  “I was…preoccupied with potions at the time.”  He
paused, thinking.
“What is it?”  The younger wizard asked, as he unfastened the top three buttons
on his shirt, feeling hot in the room.  Strange, I always thought it’d be cold
down here. 
Severus watched him fan himself.  “Harry—you do know you are a wizard, don’t
you?”  Harry blinked and rolled his eyes.  Snape muttered a small cooling charm
in Harry’s direction.
Severus licked his lips, tasting the remnants of the strawberry flavoured
tart.  “Will you try out for Slytherin’s Quidditch team this year?” 
Harry blinked in surprise.  “Erm.  I hadn’t really thought about it, to be
honest.  I wouldn’t want to take over as Seeker if Draco is still planning on
fulfilling his position.” 
Severus hummed.  “You could be captain—I believe the position is open this
year.  The captain from the previous term is no longer at Hogwarts.”
Harry bit his lip, “No longer at Hogwarts?” 
“He is taking a year off from school.” Severus said quickly.  He didn’t want
Harry to think the latter.
Harry gazed off to the side.  “Oh…”  He appeared melancholy.
Severus waited for him to respond—he was still unsure of how to analyze Harry’s
reactions, movements, or his facial expressions.  Being an ex-spy for the
Order, he was usually quite good at analyzations.
However, relationships were practically foreign to him.  He didn’t know what
was normal in a partnership.  He was quite content, up until this point, with
being alone.  Happiness could be taken away so easily, he found.  It was more
of a mirage than anything else.  The closer you think you get, the more
delusional you really are. 
“Harry?”  Severus said in a low voice.
Harry snapped out of his daze.  “Oh!  Right, captain.  It’s a thought—I’ll
consider it.  But, most Slytherins hate me.  Even with my history on the
Gryffindor team, I doubt they’d respect me as their leader for Slytherin.” 
Harry said, biting his lip.
Severus nodded.  He felt a tinge of sadness.  “Harry—I am sure that, if you
truly wanted—you could ask the sorting hat to replace you in Gryffindor—”
The young wizard shook his head.  “No, I want to be in Slytherin.  I was meant
to be there in the first place.  I—I’m just…”  He looked at the ground,
searching for the right words.
“Nervous?”  Severus offered.  Harry nodded.  “I know the feeling.”  Snape said,
hoping it was enough.
Harry sighed.  He patted the spot on the couch next to him, looking up at
Severus with puppy-dog-eyes.  “Please?”
Severus smiled at the corner of his mouth.  He bit his lip to disguise it, but
Harry must’ve seen it—for he was smiling back.
Harry sighed once Severus was sitting next to him. 
He could feel the heat radiating between them. 
Snape felt the sensation of butterflies within his stomach, wondering inwardly
why Harry made him feel like a hormonal teenager. 
He felt Harry lay his head on his shoulder.  He gently wrapped his arm around
him for comfort.  
Harry inhaled. 
“It will…be alright, Harry.”  Severus tried.  He was never good at comforting
others.
Harry felt the vibrations on the man’s skin as he spoke with his velvety toned
voice.  What he meant to say, he didn’t quite know, but he appreciated the
sentiment that Severus Snape was actually trying to comfort him.  As if his
mind turned to steamy mush, melting under his professor’s strong arm around his
body, Harry murmured incoherently, “Mmmmphsssevrgh.”
Instead of rasping out an insult, Severus felt a twinge in his heart at Harry’s
voice—his reaction, damn the boy—for being so…needy.  Responsive. 
Fit…Attractive…
“What?”  Severus asked, smelling the boy’s dark brown hair.
Harry shivered at another word uttered by his professor, as if that velvety
voice could ripple across his chest and persuade him to do anything, Merlin
help him.  “S-say anything.” 
“Anything?”  Severus uttered deeply, dripping with sarcasm.  “Pray tell.” 
Although, he quite knew what Harry wanted. 
Harry chuckled.  He hummed, “When you speak, it makes me feel good, lying
against you.  Tell me…” Harry paused, trying to think of something Severus was
passionate about.  The first thing that popped into his mind was potions. 
“…talk to me for a while about why you like brewing potions.”  Harry mumbled in
a quiet tone.
Severus let out a rich chuckle.  “Potions?” 
Harry blushed and kissed him tenderly.  “Just talk to me about something you
love.  I want to listen.” 
Severus kissed him back with a peck.  “Very well.  Get comfortable first.” 
Something about Severus Snape telling him to ‘get comfortable’ was a little
more than mildly amusing to Harry, but he repressed the urge to give in to a
hysteric episode of the giggles.  Instead, he accidentally let his hand brush,
linger, against Sev’s chest.
Then, Harry shifted onto his side, tempting his ex-Gryffindor bravery.  “Lie
down with me.”  He tried for a sultry, silky voice, but it was more of a
breathless one.  He laid his hand on a specific cushion, motioning Severus to
‘come hither.’
Severus transfigured the couch into a narrow bed with pillows, and lied down
with Harry’s head on his chest.  He didn’t have much of a choice, did he? 
What, with the boy so wanton…with the accidental brushes, the low voice, and
the suggestive motions?  Severus grasped him, holding him strongly, but not too
tightly.  His arms were dangerously low, tempting the area below Harry’s waist.
But then, they snaked back up—just a little, though.  Severus wanted to enjoy
this, admittedly—as much as he enjoyed the physical attention from his new
partner, no doubt—there was value in other ways of connecting.  His mind
drifted to the dance Harry shared with him, as if they were floating, trapped
in heated glances. 
Securely melded together in a willing bond: a trusted, sacred bond.
Not that Severus could admit all that to himself just yet, but one thing he did
know for sure…Harry bloody Potter was as addicting as the lure of powerful Dark
Magic itself. 
And what’s more—Harry left him feeling comfortable instead of regretful. 
Something a lover never provided him before.  Not James…not—
Harry put his ear over his lover’s chest, just listening to him breathe until
he spoke. 
Severus started, “I like playing the piano.”  Harry gasped, “You play?”  He
could just imagine Snape’s talented fingers pressing down on the keys, as if
they told stories alone.  How harmonious it would be just to hear the man
play…with such raw emotion…purely opposite of Snape’s daily façade. 
The thought of that type of intimacy made Harry’s entire body tingle.  He
twitched under Snape’s touch, loving that he could hear the calm beating of his
lover’s heart to keep himself grounded.  Or else, his thoughts might take
him—consume him, like a passionate storm—much like kissing the man swept him
away.  He may as well tattoo his head, ‘Will turn to putty from the caresses of
Severus Snape.’
Snape smiled, knowing Harry wouldn’t see, not quite used to the feeling of that
upward turn on his lips.  “Yes, but it is a secret.”  Harry smiled at that. 
Only Severus Snape would have a secret like that.
“Mmm…I bet you’re really good.”  Harry said, mumbling into the man’s chest.  He
was getting tired, but he loved the way Severus’ rich voice vibrated against
him, rippling beautifully.
“Ah, yes.  My grandmother taught me.”  Severus traced calming circles on
Harry’s supple left hip.
“What was her name?”  Their voices were quiet, now, much like the urge of a
harsh wind—but with grace of the calming flow of a river.
“Ellaine.”  Severus felt his voice about to break.  He missed her dearly.
“What was she like?”  Harry whispered to his stomach.  Severus could barely
hear him over all his thoughts.
“She…was kind.  Very kind, and gentle.  She taught me how to brew potions as
well—a true expert in the field.  She had a specific knack for potions, but was
never published for any of her work.  It was too difficult as a woman back then
to be taken seriously by scholars.”  He managed to say.  He heard Harry’s
breath catch after the first two sentences.
Harry looked up at him with a sad half-smile.  “You loved her.”
Severus nodded.  “Yes,” he rasped, “I did.  She died of old age when I was
thirteen.”  He brushed some hair on the boy’s head out of his eyes.  It was all
he could do to keep himself stable—no one, not even Minerva or Albus had asked
him about Ellaine.  His gram.
“I…wish I could have met her.  She sounded very special.”  Harry said, looking
at his partner’s shirt, toying with a button carefully.
Very much like you.
“She was.  I shall show you a picture sometime, if you want to see her.”
Harry smiled at him, “I’d love that.”
As Harry held onto Severus, he began to wonder if he could ever leave their
bubble of isolation.  He knew that he needed to tell Ron and Hermione about his
newfound partner—before they heard a rumor from someone else. 
Besides, he needed a little sunlight on his skin, he had to admit, after
spending so much time in the dungeons. 
“Sickle for your thoughts?”  The deep voice said, sending a ripple of
pleasurable sensations down Harry’s spine.
“Just thinking about how to break the news to Ron and Hermione.  I’m not sure
how they’ll take it.”  Harry admitted.
Severus hummed.  “Yes—not only have you…developed a relationship…with me,of all
individuals,” he snorted, “but you are also a Slytherin now.”  He rubbed
Harry’s shoulder.
Harry snorted back, “Ron still thinks I’m into Ginny.”
“Ginerva?  Oh dear Merlin, Harry.”  Severus grunted.  “Does anyone but Draco,
Minerva or I know of your sexual preferences, if you mind me asking?”
Harry sighed, “No.  If possible, I want to keep it out of the Daily
Prophet…then again,” Harry mused, “at some point, if we’re both comfortable
with it, I wouldn’t mind if we had a public relationship.”  He glanced up at
the older wizard.
He raised an eyebrow as if to say, Public?
Severus felt himself start to sweat at the start of this new topic of
conversation.
Harry continued, “It would be quite difficult to date, you know—without being
found out as a couple—is all I meant.”
“You would want to be public with me?”  Severus was dumbstruck.  Deep down, he
knew he could trust Harry…but no one had ever wanted this of him before. 
Harry shrugged, “I know that you’re a very private person—and I am too, despite
all the headlines regarding the Boy Who Lived in the Daily Prophet.”  Harry
traced a pattern onto his partner’s shirt.   “Sorry, it is a bit soon to be
talking about all this.  We have been going rather fast, lately, haven’t we?” 
Harry wondered aloud.  After all…he wasn’t quite sure what a relationship
required, or how fast one was supposed to go.  He never had a proper one
before.
Severus stiffened.  He knew it: Harry regretted this already.  It was only a
matter of time before he would come to the conclusion—they just weren’t right
together, bond or no bond. 
How could he have trusted so quickly?  Let his guard down, as if this was going
to be different than any other relationship he’d experienced? 
His body went rigid.
“Sev?”  Harry asked, with concern.
“Perhaps you are right, Mister Potter.”  He untangled Harry from his arms.  “I
would not blame you if you wished to leave.  You have a right to—“
“No!”  Harry exclaimed, waving his arms in the air, “I—that’s not what I
meant!”  He knew Severus Snape would have very low-self-esteem, but he was
beginning to realize just how careful he would have to be when talking to him.
“Potter,” Snape said in his practiced, typical voice, “it is quite alright. 
You yourself just admitted we have jumped too far ahead.  Perhaps we
should…end…” Snape hesitated, trying not to look at Harry’s hurt emerald eyes,
“…this.”  Damn the boy for fooling me.
Harry stood up, exasperated.  “Severus Snape, we are not ending this over one
misunderstanding.”  Harry paused, trying to read the man, but it seemed
impossible.  “Please.  You are…you mean so much to me.” 
Severus scoffed, “You are just saying this because you believe we have a
magical bond.” 
Harry shook his head, “No, I’m not.  Sev, whether we have a bond or not, I want
to be with you.”  Harry sighed, “I thought I had made that clear before.”
Severus started again, in a confused, yet practiced voice, “What will they
think of you, Potter, if they find out you are with the most hated professor at
Hogwarts?  A greasy git like me—a Death Eater, no less—I am meant to be
alone.”  He said coldly.
Harry frowned.  “Do you really believe that, Severus?”  Harry tried to hold
back the water in his eyes, “That you are meant to be alone?”
Severus nodded. 
“I thought I was meant to be alone forever, too.  Until…”  The young wizard
blurted with frustration.
“Until?” 
Harry looked into the coal black eyes before him, stepping closer.  He was
afraid the man would push him away if he made any sudden moves—Severus had, no
doubt, been traumatized beyond belief in all his previous relationships.  Even
if he had to walk over eggshells, jump through rings of fire, or tame a bloody
dragon, Harry wouldconvince this man that he deserved happiness.
Harry let out a puff of breath.  “Until you.  You surprised me.  You keep
surprising me, in very good ways—underneath all of what people may think of
you, you are kind.  Afraid, yes, but you have a huge heart, Severus.”  Harry
paused, trying to not get choked up.  It felt as if he were experiencing his
feelings on top of Snape’s, and it became very overwhelming.  The emotions were
boiling over.
“I am cold hearted, Potter—“
Harry grabbed his hand, “I think we both know that isn’t true.”
Severus realized how close Harry was, how warmhe was, despite the cooling charm
he chanted earlier.  “Any Slytherin would agree with me.”
Harry shook his head, “Draco wouldn’t.  I wouldn’t.”  He continued after
pausing briefly, “I know it’s going to take a while for our relationship to
develop, but I do want to be public with you, no matter what anyone says.  I
will agree to anything you want, Sev, just let me be with you.  Let yourself
feel…” Harry tightened his grip, not sure what he was going to say next, but
settled with “…happy.”
Severus gulped.  “You realize how difficult that is for me.”  It wasn’t a
question.
Harry nodded, careful with his words, “We will find a way, together.”
Severus wore a half-skeptical look on his face.  He didn’t believe that Potter
would fancy him for long, but perhaps there was a bit of truth to what Harry
was saying.  Even if Harry only gave him happiness for a few months…a few
weeks…perhaps it would be enough.
Harry looked at him, in the man’s deep onyx eyes.  “I hope you know by now that
I love you deeply, Severus Snape.  I have loved no one like I love you, Sev.”
The words made Snape’s heart skip a few beats.  Harry was so bold, for Merlin’s
sake.
Harry touched Sev’s face gently, just below his bottom lip.  “Don’t worry—I
don’t expect the same response in return.  I just wanted you to know…that I
love you.  That I want to love you…and that you make me unbelievably happy.”
Severus stood agape.  “How?”  He muttered, aware that Harry was touching him
intimately.  Every time he did, it felt new, as if they had never made contact
with each other before.
Harry smiled, “Well, I could think of a hundred reasons, but firstly…” he
leaned into the man’s ear and whispered, “you’re a romantic at heart,” the
younger wizard’s breath was fresh and hot on his skin, “secondly, you’re
intelligent, cunning, and deeply sarcastic,” Harry continued, “thirdly…”
Severus felt Harry cup his cheek, “You’re the most caring man I’ve ever met,
and I’m privileged to know that about you,” he leaned closer, half-closing his
eyes, “and fourthly…your kisses are unbelievably sexy.”  He breathed on his
mouth, waiting for Severus to make a move. 
Severus whispered deeply, “Sexy?”
Harry smiled and said lowly, “Oh…yes.  And the way your robes swoosh so
delicately, and how your hands feel against my skin, and the noises you make
when you’re about to come—“
Severus cut him off, swallowing the boy’s words.  With their lips pressed
tightly together, Harry groaned loudly.  Severus parted enough to grumble,
“Harry.”
Harry moaned in response, and spoke his professor’s name in Parseltongue,
sending jolts of pleasure down his spine.
Perhaps it truly would be enough.
~~HP/SS~~
Snape pinned him down to the bed, with both his hands above him. 
“Enough talking.”  Snape announced, fixated by his own desire.  And Harry’s.
The younger wizard let it happen, clenching his mouth shut, only blinking a
couple of times.  Severus was never like this in bed before.
Though, they were just getting to know each other…
Snape growled, kind of like an animal he’d once seen on the tele, Harry mused. 
The animal channel was one of the only bearable TV stations he could watch at
the Dursley’s.  And Merlin forbid he should ever watch that damned wheel
again.  That was their “family show…” and, by family, that meant everyone
except Harry.
It took Harry back to those times when he worried about being too much of a
“freak,” as Dudley would call him.  In a strange way, looking back at it all,
he knew that at least Aunt Petunia was trying to protect him from the wizarding
world.  After all, his mother had died—and she might’ve had a long, happy life,
if not for magic.
Harry wondered about that, sometimes.  How strange it would have been to be
raised like a normal muggle, with the two of his parents?  Pretty boring, he
imagined—or, perhaps not. 
He often thought of his parents in different scenarios, but now that he knew of
his father’s past…
Well, how could he not be upset? 
But he had to love his father, didn’t he?  His mother loved him, probably for
more reasons than one, despite the terrible things James chose to do to his new
partner.  His Severus. 
Even just thinking it over, Harry felt a surge of protection over what was
indeed his.  In fact, he almost could sense a flash of anger toward his mother,
Lily, for accepting the actions of James.
Or did she even know?  Did Dad even tell her about his affair?
Harry gasped aloud, as he was brought back to the present moment with his
professor—his naked professor—on top of him.  “You look distracted,” he said,
his gaze pitch black.
“I have something that might de-stress you.”  Severus smirked, with a quick
tongue. 
Harry had enough of his wits back to speak.  “What might that be?”  He smirked
back.
“Did I say that you could speak, Harry?”  Severus’ voice was as smooth as oil.
Harry’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, shaking his head, no.
“That’s right,” Severus purred, “you are to follow my commands, Harry.” 
Harry wondered if this was some strange hypnosis technique—but then…well, he
couldn’t ask aloud, could he now?  You are to follow my commands…the velvety
undertone was like music to his ears, admittedly.
He only nodded. 
Severus spoke again.  “If I am hurting you, which I do not intend to do, unless
pleasure is also involved, you need a safe word.  A word that tells me to
stop.  That word will be ‘Red.’  Nod if you understand.” 
Harry nodded, smirking.  He knew where this was going now.  Though, he had a
hunch after Severus spelled off their clothing.
 
***** Chapter Twenty: Submission *****
Chapter Twenty: Submission
Severus smirked back at Harry, feeling light, as if he drank a vial of liquid
luck.  That was the only way he could describe his sudden dominance—his wanted
role.  His needed role. 
Harry could feel his mouth watering as he looked into Severus’ eyes, so fierce,
filled with possession and greed.  He didn’t move—couldn’t move—because he was
too afraid it would break this wonderful, trance-like state he was in. 
He wanted Severus, and only Severus.  The rest didn’t matter.
He felt the large, strong hand trace its way down his stomach, running through
his dark layer of lower-chest hair.  He breathed rapidly, but every breath he
took felt like fire, in the most beautiful and complex way possible.  It was as
if Severus Snape was his incubus, and he was his muse.
But it was more than that—much more. 
When the air hit his lungs, Harry felt as if Snape was seducing him, little by
little, taking over every bit of his sanity.  All that was left was sex and
obedience.  And feeling, Merlin, so much feeling.
Harry kept his hands up above him, lying naked in front of his lover.  He
whimpered at the slightest touches—hands on his chest, lips upon his own.  The
growl from the other man filled his mouth, making him cry out loudly in a
wanton whimper. 
Severus decided to part his lips from Harry’s, and Harry couldn’t say he agreed
with that decision, but he made no movement to change it. 
Harry gasped as Severus pierced his gaze, touching his finger to Harry’s
lips—just tracing them slowly, at first.  Harry parted his lips slightly,
looking back with need. 
Severus penetrated the lips before him with a finger, pressing it inside. 
Harry gasped wildly and gave the long finger a lick, then another.  He swirled
his tongue around it, thinking of what his Severus would want from him later. 
With half closed eyes he sucked the man’s entire finger—which tasted like
strawberries, of course.
Severus watched his show, his Harry, wanting to please him.  Severus had never
felt like this before, but strangely enough, didn’t question it. 
His cock was throbbing against Harry’s, and it took all of his strength not to
jerk his hips as Harry looked so hungry for him.
It was the best feeling, Harry decided.  Like flying on a broom—being free, and
going higher and higher—
Severus stole the finger from Harry’s mouth, ever so slowly, as Harry groaned,
“Mmmm.”
Neither of them said anything, just staring into each other’s eyes as if they
knew what they wanted.  Needed, more like. 
Harry parted his lips, licking them, asking questions with his emerald eyes.
Severus caught his breath, feeling a surge of power.  “Stick out your tongue,”
he annunciated eloquently.
His deep voice sent tremors down Harry’s cock as he gladly opened his mouth a
little, doing as asked, sticking out his wet tongue.
Severus placed his head above Harry’s.  “Hold still,” he breathed. 
Harry let out a breath, he was so hard. 
But when he felt Severus wrap his lips around his tongue, sucking it dry, he
felt more blood rush to his cock.  He moaned best he could, without moving his
entranced tongue, being worshiped by his partner.
Severus groaned, pulling his mouth off of Harry’s tongue.  He whispered lowly
in Harry’s ear.  “Do you know what I want, Harry?”  He pinched Harry’s left
nipple.
Harry whimpered in response, arching upward.  “T-tell me,” he breathed.
Severus gave a sadistic smirk as he spoke deeply again. 
“I want,” he licked Harry’s earlobe, “you to beg for me.”
The breath was hot on Harry’s ear, but the voice was dangerously chilling.
Harry arched up, pressing his cock against Severus’ large one.
He was pinned down.  “Beg, Harry.”
Harry licked his lips, pulling Severus’ ear to his mouth. 
His voice was raspy when he finally spoke. 
“I-I…want you to…make…make me cum.”  He managed to get out.
Severus spoke to him again, “You didn’t say please, Harry.”
This time Harry was quick in gasping, “Please…Severus…”
“Not until you tell me what else you want.”  He replied.
Harry pinched his eyes shut, breathing in his lover’s ear.  “Anything.”
“Anything?”  Severus echoed.
“I want all of you…” Harry said tentatively, “I-I…I want…”
“Yes?”  Severus said, almost seething, drunk with possessiveness.  He locked
his gaze with Harry’s eyes.
“You—y-your…cock…large cock…” he licked his lips, staring at Severus’ mouth
now.
Severus grunted, devouring Harry’s lips and tongue, thrusting once downward. 
He almost felt dizzy from how much he wanted this.
Wanted Harry.
He used his hand to align his monstrous prick with Harry’s large one, then
grabbed Harry’s legs, putting them around his hips.
“Yes!”  Harry cried, arching his back.
Severus pushed him back down, looking feral.  “Yes what?”
Harry whimpered.  “Yes Severus.” 
“Good,” he thrusted with vigor, holding Harry close.  “Fuck…” he let slip.
Harry couldn’t stop himself after that, wrapping his arms around Severus,
pressing his legs tighter against the man.  He jerked his hips back and forth
in a rapid inconsistency.  “Severus…Yes…Severus…Yes…” he breathed, closing his
eyes and pressing his forehead against the older wizard.
Severus lifted him with one hand on his arse and one on his back.  He grunted
loudly.  “Yes…”
Sanity left him, he was sure of it, as he grazed his swollen prick against the
younger wizard’s, again and again.  He was lost in sensation as his prick moved
up and down onto Harry’s, matching his speed, steadily increasing.
It was slow at first, and so deliciously tempting.  Harry breathed a wanton
whisper, “Faster…”
Severus could barely hear him over his own heart beating. 
Harry’s face contorted as he yelled, “Fuck!”  He rolled his hips at a much
quicker pace than before, jerking upright, eyes still pinched shut.
“Harry…” Severus breathed deeply against the younger wizard’s lips.  He could
feel Harry shaking beneath him, about to explode any second.  “Harry…like
that…Harry…” He repeated mindlessly, before capturing Harry’s lips.  As Harry
rocked even faster against his prick, Severus protruded Harry’s mouth with his
practiced tongue.  He could feel Harry build and build his speed, and with his
hand on the delicious curves of his arse, he knew he couldn’t hold on much
longer.  He gripped the boy tightly, burying his tongue inside Harry’s mouth.
Harry pulled back suddenly, looking at him heatedly and quivered.  He jerked
his hips again, and again, and again…
“I…” He cried out, “I…Severus… I’m going…to cum,” his breathing quickened as he
spasmed, his penis full, far too full—“I…fucking…love…you…and your
cock…so…good…” and with every word out, he thrust in sharp jerks. 
Severus felt his own cock throb so hard he swore he felt just as much pain as
he did ecstasy.
“HARRY,”he shouted.
Harry cried incoherently, loudly, giving three final thrusts, shaking against
the other man as his cock shot out ribbons of cum.  He kept blindly moving,
incomprehensibly yelling, emptying his engorged prick.  As Severus watched
Harry lose control, coming with his own name on the boy’s lips, he thrust his
cock against Harry’s half-hard prick and came.  “Ahhhh!”  He screamed into
Harry’s neck, rolling his hips one more time, just one more time, before he
spilt his seed all over the boy’s stomach.  He yelled again against Harry’s
incoherent babbling as he felt yet another and another stream of hot cum escape
him. 
When it was finally over, he had realized that he was shaking on top of Harry,
who was clinging to him in a hug. 
“Well, fuck.”  Harry said against Sev’s neck, completely spent now.
“Very well fucked, indeed.”
***** Chapter Twenty-One: Albus’ Suggestion *****
Chapter Twenty-One: Albus’ Suggestion
Harry and Severus finally mustered up the courage to go and talk to Professor
Dumbledore.  Well, his portrait, more specifically.
Harry knew it would be difficult, seeing him again—but he needed to know about
this bond.
~~HP/SS~~
“Well,” Albus started, looking less wistful as per usual, “from what you are
describing, Severus, I can think of only one conclusion.”  He looked to the
side of the painting, as if there were something interesting over there. 
Typical Albus…even as a painting.  Severus thought dryly.
Harry had the same thought—or, at least, he heard it in his mind somehow…so he
must have thought it…yes, he reasoned.  He must have.
For a moment, despite the heavy topic at hand, Harry did wonder what kept Albus
busy inside his painting.  Was there anything paintings couldn’t have in them? 
He supposed Albus, especially unique, could entertain himself with a dust-bunny
if he must.
The room was cold to Harry.  He didn’t want to face what was about to come into
light.  A bond with Severus Snape…
But he loves the man.  Except…well, they were just getting to know each other,
weren’t they?  And a magical bond is permanent. 
Love, unfortunately, isn’t always so reliable.  It wavers…sometimes it even
breaks. 
Harry looked up at Severus, who had his brow furrowed in concentration. 
I’ve known him for so long—through mostly bad times—and I still love him, Harry
thought considerably.  He shook his head to clear his mind, but he swore, I
can’t imagine falling out of love with him.  No one—except, a Muggle,
perhaps—would treat him like Severus did.  Like anyone else—anyone but ‘The Boy
Who Lived.’
Albus eyed Harry.  “Harry, my boy.  You seem to have a lot on your mind.”  He
pushed up his glasses and ate a lemon drop.
“Erm…well,” Harry started, “it’s just that, I’m not sure if this is right—if
I’m right, that is—but I think…well…” he trailed.
Snape rolled his eyes, “Out with it, Harry.”
Dumbledore’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.  Even knowing that Harry and Severus
were in a relationship, hearing Severus call Harry by his given name and not
Mister Potter was…well, wonderful, in Albus’ opinion. 
He chuckled lightly—only Severus caught it.  Both of my boys, together! He
sucked the lemon drop and enjoyed his thoughts.
Harry murmured under his breath, “Git.”  He took a deep breath, “I believe
Severus and I can…read each other’s thoughts, sir.”
Albus swallowed the remains of the lemon drop, and sipped his tea.  “Is this
true, Severus?”
Snape took a curt nod.  “I have had my speculations.”
Albus rubbed his chin and sighed.  “If my theory is correct, I believe you two
have a bond far more powerful than the ones you recited to me earlier,
Severus.”  He looked at Harry.  “I do not mean to pry, my boy, but I must ask. 
Have you,” Albus turned to Severus, “either of you,” then he turned back to
Harry, “felt particularly…compelled by each other’s scents or tastes?”
Harry’s mouth dropped open.  “How did you know that?”
Severus had a similar reaction—but he kept silent, and closed his mouth. 
“He…he tastes like strawberries!”  Harry blurted out.  He slapped a hand over
his mouth and pinked.
Albus nearly doubled over in laughter.  “Haha…ah,” he wiped a tear, “but
Severus, I assume you have had a similar experience with Harry?”
Snape raised one eyebrow.  He looked at Harry, who was less pink now.  “I have
noticed that your hair always smells fresh…like a crystal clear ocean.”  Harry
pinked again.  Severus smirked at him—he looks far more delicious when he’s
pink.
Albus nodded.  “Harry—do you have a particularly happy memory that involve
eating strawberries?  Perhaps with your friends?  A time of complete bliss?” 
He turned to Severus.  “And Severus—I know we have discussed a bit of your
past, my boy, so I needn’t ask you the same question in regards to the ocean.”
Harry eyed him incredulously.  “Yes,” he nodded, “it was during summertime,
when I was four.”  He went on, “Dudley was actually nice to me at that age,
when we were out of the house.  Aunt Petunia gave him a basket so he could
pluck the strawberries off the bushes from the backyard.”  Harry smiled, “I
think he felt bad that Uncle Vernon made me scrub the kitchen floor that day. 
He shared the whole basket with me—it was one of the only happy times I
remember before the age of eleven.”
Snape watched Harry’s facial expression change from blissful to melancholy—and
he understood all too well. 
As if he couldn’t help it, he grabbed Harry’s hand and squeezed it gently. 
Harry looked up at him.
Albus smiled softly, “It seems, as fate would have it, that you two are far
more alike than presumed.”
Severus narrowed his eyes.  “Fate?”
Albus nodded.  “Ah, yes.  There is a reason why you two can read one another’s
thoughts—you have been given the gift of telepathy, but only with each other. 
In addition,” he continued, “as the bond strengthens, so will your telepathic
abilities.”
Harry shook his head once in confusion, “But won’t that be burdensome?  I mean,
I can hardly stand Occlumency.”
Severus smirked in amusement.
Albus continued.  “Telepathic connection is quite rare, my boy.  It may seem
like a burden, but it will actually make the two of you stronger.  In fact,” he
paused to sip his tea again, “the only thoughts that you will be able to hear
from each other are genuine, strong, emotional ones.”
Severus startled.  That certainly explained a lot.
“There is only one other couple known to have had this type of soul bond.”  He
paused.  “Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor—they were lovers, and
soulmates.  Therefore, when they both realized their attraction to each other,
the bond started to form.  It is called a ‘Lacrimas Bond,’ Lacrimas meaning
‘tears’ in Latin, because one partner must have been healed by Phoenix tears in
his or her life.” 
He looked at Harry.  “You were healed by Faux in your second year in the
Chamber of Secrets.”  He turned to Severus, “Godric Gryffindor had been healed
by a Phoenix as a child.  When he realized his love for Salazar Slytherin, it
was just before Salazar was about to die from a poisonous attack.”
Harry blinked.  Well, that makes sense.
Severus was still trying to wrap his mind around Slytherin and Gryffindor as
lovers.
Albus chuckled.  “It appears that you boys realized just how much each other
meant—and it took a near death experience to do it.”
Harry squeezed Severus’ hand.  “I’m just glad we’re alright.”
Albus smiled, “Yes, quite.  Some soulmates are misdirected—or, even worse, they
die before their time.  I realize this must be a lot to take in.”
“How on Earth did you know all this, Albus?”  Severus questioned, not trying to
hide his curiosity.  He knew everything, every detail about Slytherin.  How
could he not know this?
Albus laughed heartily.  “Being dead does have its perks.  I have my own
personal library, you know.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, taking all this in.  “So, what you’re saying is, this
bond…is…”
“Permanent, yes.”  Albus interrupted.  “And there is more—it is quite, ah,
complex.  The telepathic element will be at full power, only after each partner
has performed penetration.”
Harry and Severus’ eyes widened.
“Yes,” he sighed, “it is quite uncomfortable for me to tell you this, but I
must.  You both will feel the urges to…perform…in submissive and dominant
roles.  This is unexplained, but inevitable.  Godric and Salazar realized that
their sex drive had increased quite dramatically.  As experiment, they tested
how long they could stand being apart—and the result was that of one week’s
time.”
This time, the two men dropped their jaws.  Harry felt a little numb.
Severus cleared his throat, “Well…Albus—we are appreciative of your help.  If
it were not for you—“
“Oh, come now, my boy—no need for praise on my part.  I am quite happy for you
both, to put it mildly.  Be that as it may, I have an appointment, and I must
depart soon.”  He looked wistful.
Harry’s voice cracked, “An appointment?”
Albus chuckled, “Yes, even the dead have places to be, Harry.”
“Of course,” he said quietly.  “It was nice talking to you Prof—I mean, Albus.”
He smiled, “Oh yes, same to you both—you have my best wishes.  Do come back and
visit.”
“We will.”  Severus said deeply, tightening his grip on Harry’s hand.
After Albus waved and left his portrait, both men looked at each other in awe. 
So we do have a bond, Severus thought, as he grazed Harry’s chin.
Harry smiled, “Let’s go home, Severus.”
***** Chapter Twenty-Two: Home *****
Chapter Twenty-Two: Home
“Let’s go home, Severus.”
Harry tightened his grip on Severus’ hand, hoping the man would snap out of his
gaze.
Snape practically jumped.  He looked at Harry, who appeared to be soothing him
with his hand. 
“It’s okay.  Let’s go home so we—“
“Potter,” Snape murmured, “this is anything but okay.  You are bound to me for
life.”  He said, with tinges of sadness and fear.  He didn’t look at Harry—he
couldn’t. 
Harry knew by now that Severus Snape had the most fickle self-esteem than
anyone he’d met, including Neville Longbottom. 
Though, Harry knew that his own self-esteem was anything but gloated.  He just
hoped he had enough for the both of them.
Snape waited for an answer, but Harry wouldn’t, not until he looked at him
again.  He wanted Snape to see that he wanted this relationship.
Finally, Snape’s worried eyes were captivated by Harry’s emotional green gaze. 
“Harry?  Did you hear what I said?”
“Severus, I know you’re…scared…about the fact that we have a permanent soul
bond.”  Harry said softly, going slow enough to make sure he said the right
words.  It wasn’t always easy to talk to Snape, no, definitely not, but Harry
liked the challenge, mostly.  Besides, the man is worth it.  Harry mused,
thinking about how much had happened over the last few days. 
‘But…I love you, bond or no bond.’  Harry thought loudly.  Severus jumped a
little—Harry took that as a sign that he heard him.
‘I don’t want anyone else.’  Harry continued, ‘And I’ll prove it to you…however
you want me to.’  Harry smirked, kissing the back of Snape’s hand. 
But Snape, the most feared Hogwarts professor, stood there in vulnerability. 
His eyes darted back to Albus’ painting.  “Perhaps we should continue this
conversation in my quarters.”
Harry nodded, not letting go of Severus’ hand.  He tightened his grip again. 
“Alright,” he breathed.
Snape was so shaken from the conversation with Albus—does the boy even realize
what this means? He thought, disgruntled.  A soul bond…everlasting.  He shook
his head as Harry led him down, all the way into the dungeons. 
Finally, they approached the locked door.  A portrait appeared.
Harry was startled at first—then he realized, Snape probably charmed it
invisible.  Smart man, Harry thought.  Snape was a spy, after all—he couldn’t
have his portrait visible for anyone else but himself.  He must trust me, to
let me see it.
Ah, the portrait.  Snape thought, absentmindedly.  “Holding hands, I see!  My
my.”  The woman from the portrait bantered, batting her eyes at the two men. 
Snape rolled his eyes.  “Worse than Minerva,” he muttered under his breath. 
Harry chuckled.  Of course Snape would argue with his own painting.
“Oh, hush now.”  The woman winked at Snape, about to say something else. 
“A Bezoar.”  Said Snape suddenly, therefore silencing her.  The portrait
disappeared, and the door unlocked.
Strange password, Harry thought, recalling that a bezoar could be found in the
stomach of a goat. 
Once they were inside, the two men realized they were exhausted.  Snape plunked
onto the couch, and grunted.  Harry sat beside him, letting out a breath.
Harry looked over at him, studying his features.  His lengthy black hair, just
barely hitting his shoulders—shiny, rather than greasy, as he and his friends
always suspected.  Although, that seemed like so long ago.  It pained him deep
in his heart to think that he ever hurt this man. 
His gaze drifted downward, to the strong arms, then the hands.  They weren’t
really stained at all, contrary to his previous observations.  Certainly not
ugly or cold, either.  Harry started to imagine Snape playing the piano,
wondering if he’d ever see the man play. 
He watched Snape spell off his shoes and robes, just leaving his shirt and
pants on.  They levitated over to his bedroom, hung on a rack.  The man sighed,
obviously tired and overwhelmed.  Harry wished he knew what to do—what to say,
to make Severus feel better. 
Instead of talking, Harry spelled off his shoes and robes.  Snape had his eyes
closed, leaning against the soft cushion.  His breathing went from erratic to
steady.  It was mesmerizing to watch him, mouth parted slightly open, all his
muscles slowly relaxing.  Snape breathed a heavy sigh—and Harry knew he had
fallen asleep.
Harry transfigured the sofa into a bed, careful not to disturb his partner.  He
was surprised Snape didn’t feel his clothes being transfigured into boxers and
a nightshirt—Harry nearly chuckled to himself.  My Severus, he thought, as he
transfigured his own clothing into nightclothes.  He didn’t know if it was the
bond, or just his own feelings, but he was already becoming so possessive.
And, it was no mystery that Snape felt the same, underneath all the insecurity.
He summoned a blanket silently, which flew into his hand.  He took the black
cloth and gently laid it over Severus, who was now snoring.
“Mmgff.” Harry heard the man grunt in his sleep.  It made him grin. 
He knew Snape was frightened about their soul bond, but Harry felt quite safe. 
As if he had a guaranteed home, at long last—and a sexy partner, at that. 
Harry took off his glasses and set them on the nearby table.  He slid under the
covers, silently spelling off the lights.  Severus was snoring, but it actually
sounded quite calming to Harry, to hear the other man breathe in and out. 
Harry didn’t want Snape to wake up, but he wanted to be near him. 
Harry laid one hand on Snape’s chest, which was moving up and down from his
breathing.  He wrapped his arm around Snape’s and rested his head near his
heart, so he could hear the consistent beating. 
He closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.                         
~~HP/SS~~
Later that night:
“Draco.”
Draco snapped out of his gaze, looking up at Ron.
“It’s your move,” Ron looked at him suspiciously, glancing at the chessboard.
Draco bit his lip.  “Right…” he started to move one of his pawns near Ron’s
side of the board.
He furrowed his brows, deep in thought.  “My move…” he muttered, with his hand
still on his pawn.
Ron’s mouth felt dry—for what reason, he couldn’t say.
Draco touched his hand against Ron’s, unknowing of whether to stay put or move
away from him.  He knew what he wanted to do.
But…Ron has Hermione.
Draco looked up at Ron, whose mouth was now parted. 
“It’s…your move, Ron.”  He husked out, breathing unevenly.
Ron felt himself become aroused by Draco’s touch.  He didn’t know what to do—or
what he was feeling, exactly. 
He knew he had to do something.
~~HP/SS~~
Earlier that day:
“I think we both know that, despite our love for each other, the war has
changed us.”  Hermione told him, looking at his hands.
“We’re different now.”  She looked up again.
Ron nodded solemnly.  “Yeah.  That’s for sure.”
Hermione shook her head, “I will always…love you.  We’re still friends.”  She
said to his eyes this time. 
Ron smiled.  “A part of me, I think, will always love you too ‘Mione.”
She chuckled lightly.  “So…friends, then?”
He smiled, letting out a breath.  “Yeah…friends, ‘course.”
~~HP/SS~~
Later (again) that night:
“I…” Ron stammered.  He pulled his hand away.
Draco wasn’t surprised by the Weasel, but he felt a tinge of pain in his
chest.  Rejection was never easy for him.
Ron scratched the back of his head.  “You’re…really…good at chess, y’know.”  He
breathed out each word, looking concerned.  He looked at Draco’s blue eyes, and
he felt calm again.
Draco smirked.  “I tend to move my pieces too early.  What do you think?” 
Draco paused, letting his hand rest on his leg.  He pretended not to notice
Ronald’s arousal. 
Ron huffed in irritation—not at Draco, no—at himself, and all his damned
emotions.  Why the bloody hell am I aroused when Draco Malfoy touches me… He
thought, worried, but getting even more aroused by the minute.  He blushed.
Draco cleared his throat.  “I, uh, just remembered I have to do something.”  He
got up, turning to leave. 
Ron was still staring at the board.  “Oh…” he looked up at Draco.  “But what
about our-our game?”  He stammered, also standing up.
Draco, who walked over to Ron, muttered, “I’ll be waiting for your next move.” 
He brought his hands up to Ron’s blushing cheek and smirked. 
Ron let out a breath, “What if I can’t…” he looked away, but Draco held his
chin with two fingers, making him look again.
The blonde murmured, “Can’t what, Ronald?”
Ron stuttered, “C-can’t move?” 
 
***** Chapter Twenty-Three: I Dream of Harry *****
Chapter Twenty-Three: I Dream of Harry
“Severus!  Severus, over here!”
Severus ran over to the voice.  “Harry?  Is that you?”  He asked slowly, a
little thrown off by his own voice.  It was more high-pitched than usual…
And there was Harry, who had bright, piercing green eyes, much too short for
his age. 
“Merlin, Harry.”  Severus pointed, “You’re…a child!”  The man exclaimed, before
looking down at his hands.  Wait_a_minute…
Harry crossed his arms and snorted.  “So are you, you git.”  Harry eyed
Severus—still wearing black, even as a child, probably seven years old.  His
hair was a little drab, and he was as thin as Harry—skin pale, but brighter,
somehow.
His eyes really struck Harry, leaving him almost breathless.  The onyx eyes
against pale snowy skin…they were captivating.  He stepped closer. 
Severus flinched, “What’s happening?  Why are we like this?”  He looked
frightened out of his wits—so vulnerable, Harry realized. 
“Sev,” Harry said softly, barely recognizing his own voice, “it’ll be okay, I
promise.”  He looked around, realizing they were in the middle of an empty
outdoor playground.
Severus didn’t have any wrinkles on his face when he narrowed his eyes.  He
wrung one of his hands, “How could you promise me such a thing?” 
Harry took both of Severus’ hands.  “It’s alright, ‘cause you’re here.  Here
with me.”  He smiled.
Snape let out a breath, unable to help his smile.  His open-mouthed, white-
teethed smile.
Harry smiled even more, and hugged him, laughing.  He felt unlike himself.
Even Severus had to admit, as the time went on, he felt as if he was forgetting
some of his memories—making him more lighthearted and carefree.
Harry pulled him to the swing set, “Come on, Severus!”  He said in excitement,
“Let loose, will ya?”
Severus put his hand over his mouth and chuckled, feeling boyish and giddy.  He
followed Harry, though not with the same shown enthusiasm. 
Harry sat on one end of the tire-swing.  He patted the other side, huffing.
Severus rolled his eyes as he sat down.  “You’re so impatient.”  He snorted,
cracking a smirk.
“Only ‘cause you were walking so slow!  Now, come on, we have to swing,” said
Harry.
Severus looked down at the tire, holding onto the chains.  “I don’t know how.”
Harry’s mouth hung open, “Really?”
Severus nodded, a little scared.
Harry comforted him, “It’s okay Sev!  I’ll show you.  It’s fun!”  He smiled,
“All you have to do is push up with your feet, like this…”  Harry showed him
with his feet.
Severus nodded, “…alright.  I suppose it seems safe.”
Harry’s face contorted, “Of course it’s safe, Sev!  You’re my best friend.  I’d
never intentionally hurt you.” 
Severus’ mouth felt dry.  “…did you…mean that?”
Harry nodded.  “Now come on, let’s push up on the count of three.  One, two,
three!”
The two boys managed to get the tire moving, back and forth.  As it went a
little faster, Severus gripped the chains and pinched his eyes shut.
“Open your eyes, Sev!  We’re in the air!”  Harry said excitedly, tapping
Severus’ hand.
Severus sighed and did as Harry said, trusting him.  He opened his eyes to a
beautiful view of a meadow and a pond he could see from afar, as the two boys
were high up on the swing.  It was truly beautiful, with the sun and the
flowers—he felt like he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
Harry smiled, thinking that Severus’ smile was just as beautiful, just as
captivating, as the view before him.
~~HP/SS~~
Severus Snape awoke with a slight start.  Strange…he thought, recalling his
dream with Harry.
He looked down to see Harry, of whom he was holding in his arms. 
The younger wizard’s head was rested on his head, near his heart.  Severus
watched Harry’s limp body cling to him, rising and falling with the breathing
of his chest.  There was a little drool spot underneath his nipple on his
night-shirt.  The boy sleeps with his mouth open, Severus noted.
Severus looked at him more closely, shifting his head to see Harry’s face—Harry
was smiling.  The boy’s lips were parted, with a lovely lopsided grin becoming
him.
Instinctively, Severus sifted his fingers gently through the boy’s brown
tousled hair.  He watched Harry, enjoying just how peaceful he appeared to be. 
He requires a haircut, Severus thought absentmindedly, before taking a deep
whiff of his hair.  “Mm,” he groaned quietly—smelling crystal clear ocean
water, along with Harry’s core musk. 
He held Harry tighter, feeling his possessive drive take over his mind and
body.  He smells delicious…
Harry, on the other hand, was feeling rather submissive. 
He had awoken, he guessed, about three minutes ago—at the sweet sound of his
lover groaning.  He felt Severus hold him tightly, running a hand through his
hair, thinking about his Harry.  And Harry certainly didn’t want to let the man
know he was awake.  He wanted to be held—to forget the trying times of war. 
And it took Harry this long to realize; Severus Snape allowed him all of these
things, indeed.
Harry knew he was grinning, and lopsidedly at that.  He couldn’t help it: his
dream was so peaceful.
Just Severus and himself as two boys, playing on a tire-swing.  Comforting me,
even subconsciously…Harry thought.  He felt so…taken care of.  And he knew, if
his partner knew he was awake, it would bring the both of them back to face
reality’s hardships.
If anything, Harry wanted to please Severus.  His urges to submit, to receive,
and to give, were undeniable.  I’ll wait for him to wake me, Harry decided. 
That way, I’ll wake upon his terms.
Until Severus would decide to wake him, Harry was satisfied just by listening
to the thumping heartbeat against his eardrum.
Harry snuggled closer into Severus’ touch, still feigning sleep. 
Snape felt himself actually flush as Harry pressed himself further against
him.  It felt foreign, but he smiled a little, starting to trace calming
circles on Harry’s back.
“My Harry.”  Severus breathed the words in a ghost of a whisper.  He watched
Harry’s eyes flutter open, the boy’s arms stretching out.  After Harry
stretched his arms, he planted a row of kisses on Severus’ neck, leading up to
his lips. 
Harry closed his eyes, kissing Severus deeply on the mouth, while his partner’s
words, My Harry, rang in his ears.
~~HP/SS~~
Yesterday Evening With Draco and Ron:
Draco cleared his throat.  “I, uh, just remembered I have to do something.”  He
got up, turning to leave. 
Ron was still staring at the board.  “Oh…” he looked up at Draco.  “But what
about our-our game?”  He stammered, also standing up.
Draco, who walked over to Ron, muttered, “I’ll be waiting for your next move.” 
He brought his hands up to Ron’s blushing cheek and smirked. 
Ron let out a breath, “What if I can’t…” he looked away, but Draco held his
chin with two fingers, making him look again.
The blonde murmured, “Can’t what, Ronald?”
Ron stuttered, “C-can’t move?” 
Draco removed his fingers from Ron’s chin, licking his lips before whispering
in his ear.  “Then I will.”
Draco moved away in hesitation, watching Ron’s face flush deliciously. 
Ron wanted Draco—and Merlin, that was strange for him to think—but he couldn’t
deny it any longer. 
As surprised as he was, it made sense to him.  After all, Draco was good
looking.  
But he’s a Slytherin…Ron grimaced inwardly.  How could I like a Slytherin?
He watched Draco pull away from him, turning around toward the door.
“Draco.”  Ron heard himself say.  He felt his feet take the lead toward the
blonde, who was just about to open the door.
With shaking hands, he pressed them up against the door on both sides of
Draco. 
Draco looked flushed, now, and he licked his lips again.  He was unbearably
close to Ron—he felt his erection swelling.  He felt the hot breath against his
face, seeing Ron’s furrowed brow—he looked as if he were trying to decide
something.
Ron steadied his hands, stepping closer, as if trapping Draco against the door
so that he could bloody think.  Otherwise, Draco would walk out on him. 
Otherwise…
Ron looked into Draco’s striking blue eyes, never realizing how flawless they
really were.  Or, really, how beautiful Draco was at all.  He was always too
worried about his next attack against Harry, as a Death Eater and all.
But he’s not a Death Eater…not anymore.  Never even wanted to be, Ron reasoned
with himself.
Draco opened his mouth.  “Ron,” he rasped.  He started breathing heavily.
“What?” Ron said lowly, with a tinge of defensiveness.  He stepped closer, as
if trying to prove to himself that he wasn’t attracted to Draco Malfoy. 
Damnit…he thought in a rush, I’m so bloody hard.  For a Malfoy.
Draco smirked at him knowingly, “It’s still your move.” He felt his palms sweat
against the door as he said it—and so boldly at that.
Ron let his hands touch Draco’s shoulders, grazing his arms.  So much different
than Hermione…he thought.  He was so muscular—so toned. 
Draco grabbed one of Ron’s hands, bringing it to his own cheek, leaning into
it.  Ron let out a gasp.  Draco looked at him…with empathy?  It seemed like it,
from Ron’s perspective, as if the blonde was trying to communicate non-
verbally.  It’s okay.
In a swift movement, Ron felt his body and senses take over. 
“Checkmate,” he grunted, taking hold of Draco’s cheek more firmly—closing his
eyes as he pushed his lips against the other wizard’s.  Draco gasped, kissing
him back, taking a handful of the red-head’s hair in his hand.  Ron turned his
head a little, massaging Draco’s soft lips against his own.  It wasn’t long
before Draco swiped his tongue against Ronald’s lips, as if asking for
permission. 
Ron obliged, leading the kiss further.  Draco’s tongue was different than
Hermione’s…and so was his lips, according to Ron.  Though, that’s about the
only coherent thought that came to mind as Draco erotically grazed his tongue
against his own.
Ron heard himself gasp as Draco explored his mouth.  He grabbed one side of
hair on the blonde’s head, while the other hand led its way downward…
Draco groaned into Ron’s mouth as he felt a hand trail over his abs.  God,
yes.  He thought, just before sucking on Ron’s tongue.
Ron gasped again, parting from Draco, only to catch his breath.  With their
foreheads pressed together, they breathed heavily, with air playing on their
lips. 
Draco traced Ron’s nipple through his shirt, “I should let you win at chess
more often,” he mumbled. 
Before Ron could answer, Draco sucked on a sensitive spot upon his neck.  Ron
whimpered, almost embarrassed from the sounds he was making.  That Draco was
inducing.
Draco pressed his body against Ron’s, and Ron bucked his hips in response. 
“Fuck.  Draco.”  He whispered in the other man’s ear, feeling their erections
rubbing together.
“Not like this.”  Draco murmured an incantation, spelling off their clothes. 
“My God, Ronald.”  Draco blurted, looking at Ron’s cock.  It was enormous.
Ron was startled by his sudden nudity.  “Wow,” he said in response.  He thought
the same for Draco’s cock—though it was a bit longer and thicker than his own.
Draco grabbed him again, leading him to a blue chair between kisses.  He kissed
him all the way down his chest—a furry, red-haired chest—until he got to Ron’s
thighs.  Ron whimpered in frustration as Draco licked his left inner thigh. 
His cock was throbbing.
Draco looked up at him heatedly, opening his mouth.  Ron watched the blonde
look up at him with blue eyes, circling the tip with his tongue.  “Ohmygod!” 
Ron screamed, putting his hand on the back of Draco’s head.  His hair is so
soft…
Draco grabbed Ron’s hardness with his hand, stroking him while teasing the tip,
licking the slit like a delectable ice-cream-cone.
Ron shrieked as a bit of pre-cum leaked, and Draco licked it off, tasting it. 
“Mmm,” Draco murmured with his lips around Ron’s enlarged cock.  He took his
lips off for a moment.  “You taste delicious, Ron.”  Then he wrapped his lips
around Ron’s cock again, starting to go deeper.
Ron clutched his blonde hair, wanting him to go faster.  He felt the tongue
swirling against the underside of his cock, going so damned slowly…
“F-f-faster, Draco.”  Ron muttered, barely comprehensibly.
Draco smirked around his cock, toying with Ron’s balls with one hand.  He then
took Ron’s entire length, gagging a little at first, but then proceeding to
devour him.  “Ohfuckohfuck…” Ron whimpered.
Draco felt the hardness grow in his mouth as he sucked harder.  The hand on the
back of his hair felt like a death-grip, but he kept sucking back and forth on
Ron’s length. 
“Draco…I’m…” Ron closed his eyes.  Draco pulled off quickly, licking the precum
off his lips. 
Ron huffed in frustration before Draco straddled him, rubbing their cocks
together. 
“Couldn’t…wait…”  Draco muttered loudly, kissing Ron with an eager tongue. 
Ron grabbed Draco’s arse and pumped against him, kissing him back. 
“So…good…Draco…”  Ron said against his lips, grinding against him, with Draco’s
arms and legs around him now.
Draco began to tremble against Ron’s forehead.  “I…fuck, Ron!”  He said, eyes
rolling back, with Ron’s name on his lips.  Ron studied how beautiful…how sexy
Draco looked in that moment, and felt his own orgasm building. 
“Draco!”  He yelled, wrapping his hand around both their cocks, pumping up and
down fiercely.  He felt Draco’s hardness swelling and lengthening in his hand,
so he captured his lips in a kiss. 
Draco moaned loudly in Ron’s mouth as he came, shooting stream after stream of
hot cum against Ron’s chest.  He parted his lips from Ron’s, watching him throw
his head back, closing his eyes.  “Oh…” Ron yelled before coming as well, still
milking both their cocks simultaneously.  Draco let out more ribbons of cum
after seeing Ron like that.
He bucked into Ron’s hand again, coming for the last time. 
Draco nibbled on Ron’s lower lip and smirked, “Damn, Ronald.”  Ron smirked back
at him.
 
***** Chapter Twenty-Four: Rape. *****
Chapter Twenty-Four: Rape.
Severus looked in the mirror, studying himself. 
Creases at the corners of my eyes…
He touched his somewhat dry skin.
Wrinkles from frowning—and doubting.
His fingers carded through his black hair. 
“Sev?”  A voice behind him asked, then yawned.
Harry stretched his arms and wiped his glasses before putting them on. 
“What’cha doin up so early?”
Severus looked away from him, mumbling, “Couldn’t sleep.”
Harry frowned, reaching to rub his companion’s arm.  “Another nightmare?”
Severus didn’t look at him—he shook his head.
 
Harry waited for the man to say something.  Or at least look at him.  He didn’t
retract his hand away from the arm he was touching.
Harry looked in the mirror in the meantime.  His reflection startled him. 
Before thinking it through, he blurted out, “Merlin, I need to shave.”
Severus looked into the mirror, as Harry was feeling his unshaven chin.  His
eyes darted from him—old and used up—to Harry, who seemed flawless, aside from
his stunted height.
“Is that what you…notice when you look in the mirror…next to me?”  Severus
finally drawled. 
Harry looked at him.  “Well, that’s what I notice first about me.  But then,
see,” he patted Severus’ arm, “there’s this handsome man beside me.”
Severus turned to him.  “There is no need for sarcasm.”
Harry cocked his head to the side.  “But, I wasn’t…”
Severus made a gesture with his hands, cutting him off.  He began to stalk out
of the room.
Harry grabbed his hand, holding on tightly.  Severus couldn’t look back at
him.  He felt like a monster.
“How could you,” Severus uttered lowly, “be satisfied with me…for life?”  He
said to the door in front of him, unable to move. 
Harry took a breath.  He knew this conversation was coming—it was obvious that
Severus was bewildered by the fact that Harry actually wanted him as a partner.
Severus’ hand in his felt so right—like he was home, at long last. 
But the man wouldn’t look at him, so he decided to speak quietly.  “I…I’ll be
honest, Severus.  I’m a different person—the war changed me.  Made me see
things…differently.  Things that used to be simple became complicated.  Things
that I once thought were horrible became extremely useful.”   Harry paused,
taking another breath.  “And…and I don’t know how to articulate this…” he
tugged on his partner’s hand, “but…I never realized it before.  That the person
who I thought hated me…who I thought I had hated…was the most beautiful
person—right in front of me, and I couldn’t see it.  Not before, at least.  The
most handsome person…who’d saved me…and who I had saved.”  Harry paused again,
“We are soulmates, Severus.  Don’t you see it?”  Harry watched Severus stiffen,
and then sigh.
“Please…I don’t think I can bear any more of my life without you.  Please.”  He
begged, clasping Snape’s warm hand in his, waiting for the man to turn around.
“The things you’re saying…” Severus finally rasped, turning slightly, but not
looking at Harry.  “You are colouring me as a good person with words.  I…” He
finally looked into Harry’s pleading, puppy eyes.  He felt a pull toward his
partner, his soulmate.  It was indescribable, this pull.  It felt like the
purest thing Severus ever had felt in the entirety of his life. 
But he had to speak again.  “It’s true: I have saved you, many times, as a
result of a promise I made many years ago.  I…don’t know how to do this,
Harry.”  The words ripped out of him, but his instincts from the bond were
practically screaming at him to act.  Even though he was scared, he wanted to
kiss Harry…
Harry blinked, savoring the melodious sound of his name from Severus’ lips. 
“Do what?”  He whispered.  Harry felt a surge run through him, as if everything
was intensified.  He felt his heart race, as if he knew his pupils were dilated
by now.
Severus stepped closer, cupping Harry’s cheek.  “…Love.”
Harry drew in a breath, closing the space between them.  He pressed his lips
gently against Severus’ warm mouth, who was kissing him back.  Harry felt his
heart flutter as Severus swiped his tongue against his lips, entering gently
with his tongue. 
Harry sucked on the tongue, and then caught his breath, parting for a couple
seconds.  “You already are.”  He breathed against the lips before devouring
them, giving gentle nibbles and deep kisses.
Severus was so caught up in Harry’s kiss, he almost forgot to what he was
referring.  “I love you.”  He heard Harry breath it against his lips before
kissing him wildly again, running his hands up under his nightshirt.  Severus
moaned in Harry’s mouth, making him tremble.
Harry pinched Severus’ nipples underneath his shirt, making him gasp into his
mouth.  He gulped down the warm breath, and moved his lips down his partner’s
neck. 
“Please…” Harry breathed. 
“Please what?”  Severus managed to say, his eyes still closed.
“I-I need you…don’t make me leave.”  Harry murmured against the man’s scruffy
neck, wrapping his arms around his chest in an embrace. 
“I…” Severus gulped, “I want you to stay, not to leave.”  He finally opened his
eyes, smelling the top of Harry’s fresh-smelling hair.  I wonder if his urges
to complete the bond are as strong as mine...
Harry’s prick felt like it was so hard, it was on fire.  He pressed his
erection against Severus’.  “I don’t want to hurt you.”  He whispered lowly,
breath against Sev’s neck.
Severus knew he had to tell him, but he felt his breath catch in his throat. 
He gulped it down.  “I know, Harry.  As difficult as it is for me to understand
why you would want someone like me,” he paused, running a hand through the
tousled hair, “I know you…care for me, as I care for you.”  He pinched his eyes
shut tightly before opening them again, making sure this wasn’t just a vivid
dream.
Harry looked up at him, and he knew it was real.
He knew he had to tell him—but how?
If I tell him about…the Dark Lord, he thought, he’ll run. His brow creased. 
He’d be disgusted, like anyone else would be.
Harry sensed something was wrong—Severus had that look on his face.  The one
that made him look worn and tired, yet like a scared little boy at the same
time.
He pushed some hair out of Sev’s eyes.  “Let’s go talk on the bed.” 
Severus nodded in agreement, sitting next to Harry on the bed.  Harry clung to
him, as if he had to.  “Tell me what’s bothering you, Sev.”
Severus’ eyes looked bleak.  “I can’t.”  He whispered lowly.  “You…would
leave.”
Harry shook his head.  “Whatever it is, I promise I won’t leave.”  I promise,
he thought loudly.
Severus sighed in irritation.  “You have no idea what it is I am about to say.”
Harry started stroking his hand.  “You’re right.  I don’t.”  He continued, “But
we’re in this together.  Both of us—we can help each other.  I want to help
you, Sev.  And be with you.  Your past doesn’t define you, just like you’ve
helped me realize my past doesn’t define me.”
Severus looked away from Harry, with his heart beating out of his chest.  “As a
Death Eater, I was…raped.”  He felt pale.  He glanced at Harry, who looked
concerned.  He decided to continue—just to get it all out at once. 
“Many of us were…used, in one way or another.  If I had not…volunteered,” he
put dark emphasis on the last word, “Draco would have been raped instead.”
“That’s…” Harry felt his whole mouth going dry as a bone.  “Severus, I’m…sorry
that happened to you.  So sorry.” 
“Yes, well,” Severus continued, “I couldn’t let that happen to my Godson.”  He
cringed inwardly at the thought.  He felt Harry’s genuine concern and love from
the bond they had—it was truly indescribable.  It won’t last much longer,
Severus thought, not after I tell him the rest.
“We can work on this together, Sev.  You’re not alone.  Not anymore.”  Harry
whispered, clutching onto his partner’s hand.
There was a ringing silence before Severus said, “It was the Dark Lord.”
Harry blinked.  He blinked again.  But he didn’t move—and he didn’t dare say
anything.  He didn’t want Severus to think he was repulsed, even though he
definitely was.  The thought of it made Harry want to vomit. 
But this wasn’t about him.  And it took Severus so damned long to tell him this
already.  No, he wouldn’t dare react on impulse. 
Instead, he squeezed Sev’s hand, then wrapped his arms around him in an embrace
and said, “I’m glad you told me.”
Snape’s mouth dropped.  He felt Harry hug him, almost cradling him.  That
certainly wasn’t the reaction I was expecting from an ex-Gryffindor.
It was silent for a moment, only because Severus was lost for words.  He
decided to speak again.  “Do I not repulse you now?”  He looked down at the
teen.
Harry shook his head and kissed Severus lightly on the lips.  “I love you just
the same as before.”
Severus kissed him back, still in disbelief that Harry took that news so well. 
He kissed him again, harder, as a thank you.
Harry smiled, sitting on his lap.  He looked into Sev’s gleaming onyx eyes.  
“Kiss me again.”
***** Chapter Twenty-Five: Things aren’t always as they seem *****
Chapter Twenty-Five:Things aren’t always as they seem
Harry awoke next to Severus, who was sleeping soundly for a change.  Harry
silently rolled onto his side, looking at him as he breathed heavily. 
He looked stern, but he wasn’t frowning.  There was the usual greyness
underneath his eyes.  Wrinkles at the bridge of his nose, and atop his brows. 
If it had been anyone else looking at him, they would probably think Severus
Snape looked glum.  Harry knew otherwise—actually, the man hasn’t looked this
peaceful while sleeping—at least, not to Harry’s knowledge.
It’s hard to believe how much we know about each other now…Harry pondered.  It
had only been a short week since the end of the year celebration, when Severus
was awarded for his effort during the war.
Harry smiled to himself.  It seems like so long ago.  He looked back at
Severus.
Harry took in the sharpness, the distinctiveness, of Severus’ features.  He
studied the way his long raven hair draped over his cheek, and the contours of
his pale skinned face.  His cheeks weren’t sallow—although, Harry had always
assumed Snape was unhealthy, judging the pale color of his skin.  Perhaps he
was just as stressed during the war as I was.  Harry recalled that even he was
pale most of the time for the last six or seven years.  Everyone was either
trying to kill him, question him, or kiss him.  Dear Merlin, I hated that. 
Still hate it, actually.
It had actually been painful to look at Ginny during that last speech at the
Great Hall.
But now he didn’t have to worry about that—not in this moment, at least.  He
wanted to focus on the here and now—not worrying about any girls, and
definitely worrying not about any Dark Wizards trying to kill him. 
Harry felt himself touch his own nose as he looked at the large one on
Severus.  It was so different than his own, but not in a bad way at all.  Every
feature about Severus made him unique and special, Harry thought.  But the man
has so many secrets…it’s going to be difficult to get to know more about him.
He remembered when he and his friends would poke fun at their Potions
Professor, and how horrid he looked.  Harry realized, after developing feelings
for the older man, that he was truly beautiful.  He just hadn’t looked close
enough before—he just wanted another reason to dislike him.  After all, Severus
admitted that Harry reminded him of James at first.  We were both so wrong
about each other…
Harry pinched his eyes shut and let out a shuddering breath.  He was glad those
days were over.
Now, he saw his partner at his side.  His lover.  His friend, companion, and
his almost-bonded-mate.
He smiled to himself as Severus rolled over, grunting softly. 
Harry continued to smile as he scooted closer, wrapping an arm and leg loosely
around Severus.  He nuzzled his face against his neck, burying his nose in his
strawberry-scented hair.  Of course, it only smells that way to Harry due to
their bond.  He’s mine, he thought, just before sleep took him once more.
~~HP/SS~~
Severus woke up to a gentle snore at his back.  Potter.
He felt Harry’s possessiveness by the way Harry was holding him.  One arm and
one leg draped over his body, with soft breathing at the nape of his neck. 
In this rare moment, Severus didn’t hold back his grin.  No one could see it,
anyway.
Harry…he thought, carefully grazing his arm, leaving a light trail of kisses
down his limb.  He took a deep whiff of Harry’s body odor—so calming, like
waves rippling in the Atlantic.
~~HP/SS~~
***** Chapter Twenty-Six: Time Apart *****
Chapter Twenty-Six: Time Apart
~~HP/SS~~
Two_Days_Prior:
“Maybe this will be a good time for me to tell Ron and Hermione.”  Harry paused
to think before continuing. 
“…And…erm…you can continue working on your research with Draco, right?”  Harry
said, biting his lip.
Severus nodded with a frown.  “Yes.  More importantly, we can finally see if
Albus was right about our bond.”  He looked at Harry with gentle eyes. 
The younger wizard cocked his head to the side.  “Don’t you trust him?” 
Severus’ eyes widened in surprise.  “Of course!  However,” he continued slowly,
“it is important that we are certain about the limitations our bond obtains. 
If we really cannot spend more than a week’s time away from one another,” he
stopped, thinking deeply, “we will need to take precautions.”
Snape looked at Harry’s bright emerald gaze, trying to remember every minute
detail about them.  How each eye gleamed whenever looking directly at him—with
heat, perhaps even desire, behind them—and how exquisite Harry’s iris patterns
become when he looks away to think deeply. 
He wanted to remember the little things—whenever Harry was overwhelmed with
passion or anger, he runs a hand through his tousled hair—and he wanted to
remember how delectable Harry’s lips looked after he’d just bit the bottom one
out of concern.  He could hardly believe that these thoughts were coming from
him, Severus Tobias Snape—the most hated Professor at Hogwarts, an ex-follower
of the Dark Lord himself.
And here he was, contemplating how delicious, how utterly delectable Harry
James Potter looks whenever he flicks his tongue out to moisten his lips.
He, Severus Snape, was thinking about the mind-blowing orgasms, the ones he
knew not existed before James Potter’s very son, for Merlin’s sake.  How ironic
it all was, indeed.
Nevertheless, Harry was just…Harry.  And Severus was starting to understand
that. 
James is Harry’s father, indeed.  But Harry…
Severus wanted to sigh at the thought of how different Harry actually was from
James, and how wrong he’d been about him all these years.  And the boyish
kissing with James had absolutely miniscule comparison to the amount of love,
care, and passionate lovemaking Harry and Severus shared together.  James was
but a pair of lips, handsome lips, but nothing more than that.  Severus had
realized that long before Harry was even born. 
And now…
Now_Harry_knows_about…my_experiences…with_the_Dark_Lord.
There was much more to work through with Harry.  So much, Severus wasn’t even
sure if it was possible to be completely happy again.
But when he looked back into Harry’s eyes, after all these swirling thoughts of
regret in his life, all those doubts seem to wash away.  Snape could
practically hear his self-criticisms drown out as he looked at the man before
him—and as ridiculous he knew it was—he couldn’t deny it. 
He tried, he really did.  But…the pull was too strong.  Harry was like a light
in the darkness of his life—which he saved with his tears, in fact.  There was
no way to stop it—and Merlin, though he knew he didn’t deserve Harry…he yearned
for him.  Desperately wanted him.  He’d never felt so selfish—and even with the
guilt that swept over him, it all just seemed to dissolve with the mere thought
of Harry’s comfort and his admitted love for him.  He…loved spending time with
Harry.  And Harry’s words echoed in his head, ‘I love you,’ like a sweet melody
Severus never knew existed…
He had to come to terms with the fact that he was, falling in love with Harry
Potter.  And it wasn’t just because of their bond.  It was because of
everything in-between.
Yes, Severus studied every detail of his companion’s face, to the last hair.
Harry spoke again with that voice that made him feel so calm, so at ease…
Harry nodded, sighing.  “Yes, that is true I suppose.  And it doesn’t help us
that the only known case of our bond was from Godric and Salazar.”  He
shrugged.  “Maybe they were wrong?”
Severus moved his lips into a thin line.  “We’ll certainly find out.”
Present_Day:
It had been a couple days since Harry and Severus decided to spend some time
apart—to test Godric and Salazar’s theory about their bond.  There was no
question of whether they were truly bonded, but rather…just how long could they
stand being apart?  As Severus had pointed out to Harry, it could become quite
dangerous if the public knew anything about it.  If all it took to kill the Boy
Who Lived was a little over a week’s time apart from Severus Snape…
Harry couldn’t think about the possibility. 
Just imagining Rita Skeeter’s over-exaggerated article about it made him
queasy.  Hell, he was on the front page if he had a hair out of place.  Imagine
what the public would do to him if they knew this?
Not to mention, the entire world still thinks I’m straight.  Harry thought
worriedly.
Harry paced around the Gryffindor Common Room, waiting for Ron and Hermione.
He wrote an entire parchment, practically a speech, carefully crafted.  I want
them to understand everything…but how?  How can I convince them?  Hermione
might understand, but Ron?
Harry shook his head.  He heard Ron make a couple of touchy pangs about gay men
and women in the past, but he really had no idea of what his friend truly
thought regarding gays.
Harry stopped in his tracks.  Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he
realized what he was actually about to confess.  Why hadn’t I thought of it
this way before?  He stood frozen in thought.
I’m not just telling them about Severus and I.
Harry took small breaths, feeling a little dizzy.  I’m…gay.
I prefer…men.
He tried to take a deep breath, but all he could do was stand there, inhaling
faster as the seconds ticked on.
Yes…I’m gay.  He thought, trying to force confidence. 
It wasn’t working.
He plopped down onto the couch, burying his head in his hands.
“Harry!”  Hermione exclaimed.
Shite.  Harry thought, standing up and looking over.
She frowned at him.  “Harry?  Are you alright?”  She bit her lip.  “You look
quite pale.”
He cleared his throat.  “I’m fine.  Where’s Ron?”
She rolled her eyes.  “Late, as usual, these days.  I swear, I don’t know where
he goes—”
“Sorry!  I’m here!”  Ron said as he jogged into the room, fastening the top
button of his shirt.  His hair looked ruffled, and his cheeks were red.
Harry squinted.  He knew that look all too well…but if Hermione didn’t know
where he was, then how could he have…
“Erm.  There was something that you wanted to tell us, right Harry?”  Ron said,
still catching his breath.
Hermione smacked his arm with a copy of the Daily Prophet.  “Oh, Ron!
 Honestly!”
Harry looked at them both in confusion.  They were acting quite odd.
“Right…” Ron looked at Harry.  He turned back to Hermione and sighed. 
“Oh for heaven’s sake!”  She exclaimed in an annoyed tone. 
“What’s going on?  Why are you two…” Harry waved his hand around in attempt to
finish his question.
“Ron, just tell him.”  Hermione whispered to the red-head.
Ron looked terrified. 
“Ron, it’s okay.  I can guarantee you that whatever you have to tell me won’t
be even half as shocking as my news.”  Harry said. 
Ron closed his eyes.  “I know…it’s just…well.  Let me explain.”  He licked his
lips.  “See, I saw Draco—I mean, Malfoy—in front of the Great Hall.  And, see,
we got to talking…”
Harry’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.  Did he just call him Draco?
Ron cleared his throat.  His cheeks were beat red.  “And, after that, well, we
settled our differences.”
Hermione rubbed his shoulder.  “Ron, it’s okay, you’re doing great.”  Ron
smiled at her.
What the bloody hell is going on?  Harry thought in confusion.  It was enough
of a surprise that Ron and Draco Malfoy settled their differences!   What other
news could there be, really?
“Right.”  Ron continued, looking more determined and calm.  “Thanks, Mione. 
So, he and I were playing chess.  And, uh, one thing…lead to another.  We
became closer, and…”
“And?”  Harry prompted, genuinely curious.
Ron gulped.  “We’re…erm…together.”
“What?”  Harry’s mouth dropped open.  “You mean, you’re…going out with Draco?”
Ron bit his lip.  “Erm…yeah.”  
After the shock wore off, Harry smiled at him.  “I’m glad you told me Ron…sorry
about my reaction at first, I was just…” he trailed.
“Surprised?”  Hermione finished.
Harry nodded.  “Yeah.  Wait, what about you two?”
Hermione waved her hand, “Oh, that.  We had been fighting quite a bit, and
decided to take a break from each other.”
“…and then Draco and I became closer.”  Ron finished, letting out the air he
held for so long.
“Well,” Harry started, chuckling a little, “that’s a lot to take in, but I’m
happy for you, Ron.  You and Hermione are always going to be my best friends,
no matter what you tell me.”  He paused.  “And I’ll admit, it does make what
I’m about to tell you a lot easier.”
Ron joked, “Wait, lemme guess.  You’re seeing a bloke too, right?”  He laughed.
“Erm…yeah, actually.”  Harry quivered.  “I’m…gay.”
Hermione hit Ron again with the newspaper. 
Might as well just say it all at once.  “I…I’m with Snape.  Severus Snape. 
We’re a couple.”  Harry stopped, only to see Hermione and Ron’s jaws drop.  He
cleared his throat.  “We’re also…bonded for life as lovers, since I saved him
from Nagini.”
Hermione’s eyes widened, and Ron started laughing. 
“Oi!  Really?”  He burst into hysteria.  “I’m sorry, Harry!  It’s just…you and
Snape?”
Harry chuckled.  “I know.  For how much we used to hate the man, it’s quite a
turn.”
“I’ll say.”  Hermione added, smiling.  “But as long as you’re happy, I’ll
support you, Harry.  Now what’s this about a bond?”
Harry explained it all to them: the near death experience, Albus’ information,
and the reason he and Snape were testing their “one-week” theory, as they
called it.
“How peculiar.”  She said, deep in thought.
Ron patted him on the shoulder.  “Well, I think it’s great!  Is anyone else
hungry?” 
Hermione gave him a cold look.  “Why on earth are you always hungry?”
Harry raised an eyebrow.  “You know you can’t tell anyone about this, right? 
If this gets out, I’ll probably die from the next dark wizard who comes after
me.”
Hermione nodded solemnly.  “We won’t tell.  You have my word, Harry.”  Ron
nodded with her, “You have mine too, mate.  Does Draco know about…erm, the
bond?”
Harry shook his head.  “No, he just knows about our…uh, relationship.”  Merlin,
that’s strange to say. 
Ron squinted.  “Alright.  Just make sure to let me know when—or if—you tell
him.  I…” he went red.
Harry smirked.  “I know, Ron.  You don’t want to keep it a secret from him.”
Hermione snorted.  “You’re lucky he’s with Draco.”  She said to Harry.  “Ron
wears the truth all over his face.”
Ron wore a mad face, “Oi!”
Harry laughed at their bantering.  “It’s okay Ron.  I’ll let you know.” 
Hermione sighed in agitation and crossed her arms.  “Alright, well, it’s
getting late.  I hate to say it, but I actually do agree with Ron on one
thing.  I wouldn’t mind grabbing a bite in the Great Hall.”  She then smiled,
chuckling a little.  “I know Ron and I have had our differences, but it’s
honestly relieving to have you both as friends again.  Best friends.”
Harry looked at Ron, who was nodding.  “Yeah, I second that.”  He said.  “Come
on, let’s go!  They’re going to run out of all the pumpkin juice!”
Harry rolled his eyes.  “Ron, they never run out of pumpkin juice.  It’s
impossible.  You know that!”  He laughed.
Ron snorted, “I was joking, Harry!  Let’s just go.”  He stood up.
And after a little more bantering, they decided to visit the Great Hall.
***** Chapter Twenty-Seven: Six Days *****
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Six Days
It had been six days.  Six long, tiresome days since Snape had last seen or
heard from Harry.
Severus wanted to call Draco to test out the potion, he really did, but he felt
incomplete.  It was an empty feeling—one he hadn’t felt since the year James
and Lily died.
He tried everything to feel better—he took a calming draught, read some of his
favorite poetry—hell, he even drew a relaxing bath with incense, for Merlin’s
sake!  Poppy’s recommendation…
But nothing would calm his bloody nerves. 
He sat, looking into the crackling fire, and all he could think about was his
last encounter with Harry.
Sipping from his warm mug of black tea, he recalled yesterday’s events.  He
awoke with a tinge of sadness, like a prickling feeling in his gut that
wouldn’t disappear.  Stop focusing on the negative…he told himself repeatedly. 
I have to try and stay positive…what did I do yesterday, anyway?  He was trying
to remember.
Breakfast. Snape remembered: the house elves brought him bacon, eggs, and
toast—but…that only reminded him of how delectable Harry looks when he eats.
He finished his food quickly, wondering what was coming over him.  There was
one thing in his entire life that calmed him like nothing else did, one thing
he could count on...Potions, he thought with a small tinge of relief.
Yesterday, Severus brewed three different potions—extremely tedious ones at
that.  He made multiple vials of his personal complex calming draught—with
extra dittany, since he felt so strung out.  The other two potions were for his
emergency stash: one batch of instant-blood-replenishment, and one batch of
Skelegrow. 
Though, he admitted to himself now that he was thinking about Harry the entire
time he was brewing Skelegrow.  He’d never forget the time that idiot—Lockhart,
a pathetic excuse for a wizard—attempted to mend Harry’s broken arm.  What a
lousy spell.  Severus was surprised the spell had any effect at all. 
In the irony of that moment, he then realized that Lockhart had the potential
to be an extraordinary wizard—he possessed power he knew naught of, but he had
no idea how to use it…or was too lazy to learn how.  Instead, he was satisfied
with stealing knowledge from other wizards and wiping their memories clean.
Perhaps it was all for the best, Snape thought, remembering how Lockhart
permanently damaged his memory.
He looked at the clock—it’d been five minutes.  Five minutes…
He sighed, sipping his tea again. 
The sadness within him grew as every minute passed. 
I wonder how Harry is doing…was all Severus could wonder as he gazed back into
the hot fire.
~~HP/SS~~
Harry woke up this morning coated in sweat.  He rolled over and off of his bed,
frowning at his abnormally drenched sheets and clothing. 
Ron looked at him in disgust.  “Uh…mate?  Is that…what I think it is?”  He
scrunched his nose.
Harry put on his glasses, sniffing the air.  It wreaked the stench of sweat. 
“I didn’t wet myself, if that’s what you mean.”  He rolled his eyes.
Ron huffed a sigh of relief, then cocked his head to the side.  “Do you think
it’s…like, y’know…a symptom?  From the bond, I mean?”
He has a point, Harry thought.  “Hmm.  That would make sense.  Salazar and
Godric only lasted one week without being with each other—and today is the
sixth day I haven’t been with Severus.”
Ron snorted.  “Severus.”  He shook his head, sighing from his immaturity. 
“Sorry mate—still not used to you using the git—I mean…Snape’s first name.”
Harry smiled at him.  “It’s okay, Ron.”  He looked down again.  “I have to
shower, but in the meantime…Evanesco!”  Harry chanted wandlessly, cleaning the
sheets and his clothes.
Ron sniggered.  “Show off.”
Harry laughed, rolling his eyes, as he headed in the shower.
~~HP/SS~~
After a long period of thinking about Harry, Snape put down his tea and headed
over to the fireplace to answer the Floo.  It sounded like Minerva.
“Severus?”  She called at him.  She sounds worried, Snape noted.
He sighed and walked over to her.  “Minerva.”  He said back calmly.
She looked at him with a hand over her mouth.  “Oh my.  Severus, you look
dreadful.”  She immediately snapped her fingers to call Pippy. 
“Hello Minerva.”  Pippy turned to Snape with wide eyes, mouth agape.  “Oh,
my.”  She squinted.  “Worse than I thought.”
Snape sneered at both of them.  “This is most touching, but I assure bothof you
that I am just fine.”
McGonagall ignored him.  “Pippy, I want you to bring Professor Snape two
helpings of whatever is on the menu tonight—preferably, anything nutritious.” 
Pippy smiled at her, “I’ll bring it up straight away.”  She popped out of the
room after snapping her fingers.
Just one instant later, a huge cart appeared with plenty of food.
Severus eyed it.  Steak…and potatoes?  He felt a little weak just looking at
it.  All he could think about was Harry.  Surely, it wouldn’t be as good as he
had made it for him. 
His legs suddenly felt weaker and weaker, once he thought back to his dance
with Harry, just a couple short weeks ago…
“Severus?  Severus!”  Minerva was shaking him awake. 
Snape’s eyes popped open to Minerva’s worried face.  She was far too close.   
“What the bloody hell, woman!”  He rasped.
Minerva sighed of relief.  “You fainted.  I gave you a potion to revive you. 
Are you feeling alright?”
Snape tried standing up, but everything was spinning.  “I…I can’t eat the
steak.”  He mumbled.
“What?”  McGonagall gawked.  What in Merlin’s name is he talking about? She
thought, trying to understand him.
Snape’s lids almost closed as he said, “…steak.  Can’t eat it.  Nor will I eat
the potatoes.”
Minerva had to bite her lip from laughing.  “Severus, be honest with me.  Have
you had anything to drink?”
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose.  “No.  Although that does sound like a
fine idea.”
Minerva sighed.  “Time to call Poppy.”  She muttered to herself.  I haven’t
seen him faint since his school days…
~~HP/SS~~
Right when Harry got out of the shower, he looked in the mirror.
“Bloody fucking hell.”  He said loudly to himself.  There were rashes all over
him, head to toe.
He started to panic.  “Ron!  Ron! Come quick!”
He wrapped a towel around his waist before Ron cracked the door open.
“What!  What is it mate?”  He peeked through the crack. 
Harry rolled his eyes.  “I’m covered Ron, just come in already!”
Ron made his way in, shutting the door.  He eyed Harry, whose chest was covered
in red rashes. 
“Blimey, Harry!  What’d you do in there?”  He looked baffled. 
Harry sighed in exasperation, “I didn’t do anything!  I swear it!  I just took
a shower, looked in the mirror…and…and…” he started to feel anxious, then a
little dizzy.
“Harry?  You don’t…look so good.”  Ron said with a concerned voice, stepping
closer.  “Mate?”
“Oh…I can’t…”  Harry said just before collapsing onto the floor, his eyes
closing.
“Harry!”  Ron yelled, pulling him up.  He dragged him to the bed, laying him
against it. 
“Harry?  Harry, wake up mate.”  Ron slapped his friend’s cheeks, but he
wouldn’t wake up.  He put a blanket over him.
Hermione will know what to do.
He went directly to the fireplace, fire-calling her.
“Ron?  What is it?”  Hermione asked.
“Harry’s fainted!  I dunno what to do, Mione.  First, he took a shower, then he
got these…these rashes all over him…” he cringed, “then he fainted!  And I
can’t wake him up.”
“Oh, dear.”  Hermione sighed.  “I think we’d better tell Professor Snape.  I
have a feeling it has something to do with their bond.”
Ron nodded.  “Yeah, right.  Erm…that’s what I was thinking.  Yeah.”
Hermione rolled her eyes.  “I’ll fire-call Professor Snape.  In the meantime,
keep Harry safe.  Try to give him water or a Pepper-up Potion, yeah?”  She
raised an eyebrow.
Ron nodded.  “Right.  Thanks Mione.”
~~HP/SS~~
***** Chapter Twenty-Eight: Sweet Dreams *****
Chapter Twenty-Eight:  Sweet Dreams
Harry felt himself falling, and falling hard against the stone cold floor.  He
felt as if his mind was drifting deeper and deeper into the darkness, unsure of
his true reality.  He let the darkness take him—it was all he knew how to do at
the time.
Severus had the same sensation, and lost his clarity as well.  He could feel
the darkness hit him like a cold gust of wind, which soon turned warmer and
warmer. 
The darkness was a blanket—a truly warm blanket—and both men were ever so
content.  There were no fears, nightmares, or worries.  Severus even felt a
smile play on his lips without a thought in his mind. 
Harry inhaled, eyes still closed.  It smelled nice, like the home he never
had.  But he wasn’t thinking about any of that: not about his dead parents, his
unwanted fame, or even the simple fact that he was born a wizard.
And Severus wasn’t thinking about his childhood, nor did a single depressive
thought cross his mind. 
In this place, there was no such thing as silence, and yet it was quiet.
Nothing ever had felt quite like this.  Not for either of them.
The darkness appeared as a film of white light, and eventually, it became
impossible to separate anything.
Harry finally opened his eyes—without his glasses, he could see
flawlessly—lying down on his back.
His hand pressed down on the cushion-like material beneath him.  Soft, his mind
breathed.
That breathing was so calm, in his mind.  He could taste the sweet musk of
sandalwood, and it was only drawing him closer and closer.  Each breath he
heard was so very perfect.  So very alluring. 
As if he had to, his head turned to its side.  He was not startled, frightened,
or confused.  He was just happy—filled with contentment, while his brain was so
relieved it told him, Finally.
Finally, Severus thought, as his head turned in this unexplainably beautiful
place.  The real beauty was right in front of his very eyes: that green emerald
gaze, sparkling back at him with such a smile.
Harry felt his smile grow as Severus’ lips curled upward.  He’s here, his
thoughts murmured at him.  Finally, the voice repeated.
Suddenly, they were closer, unable to question how.  Severus had his arms
wrapped tightly around Harry’s back, and Harry’s were around him.  It felt like
home.  Home, they thought.
Harry tangled his legs with Severus’ and left his head buried against the older
man, feeling so secure.  His partner held his head in place, and Harry felt
himself reach up to hold the other man’s head as well.
Breathing in and out, each man stayed there, feeling completely at ease,
letting the moment take them for what seemed like forever.
~~HP/SS~~
“F’nly.” Harry mumbled with a huge grin on his face. 
Ron looked at him.  “Harry?  Harry, are you awake?”
“Mmm…home.  H-home.  F’nly.”  He muttered, barely comprehensible. 
Ron scratched his head.  Hermione shrugged at him, looking over to Professor
McGonagall.  Her mouth dropped as Severus said the same thing, with the
faintest smile upon his face.  “H…ome.”
Hermione smiled.  “I think we should just leave them together.  There’s no use
in watching them.”
McGonagall nodded.  “Yes, I suppose you’re right, Ms. Grainger.  This was a
good idea.  I shall consult with Albus.”  She looked at Ron and Hermione
again.  “You two should also be on your way.  I will check on Harry and Severus
tomorrow morning.”
They nodded.  Hermione felt proud for coming up with the idea of putting the
two men in the same room.  “Yes, they’ll most likely wake up soon.”
They left, just after levitating Severus and Harry adjacent each other on
Snape’s bed in his chambers.
***** Chapter Twenty-Nine: Wait. *****
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Wait.
“I love it here.”  Harry heard himself say.
Severus snapped his eyes open.  “Where are we, Harry?”
Harry felt his head spinning like a broken clock.  He coughed, shaking for some
reason.  He looked down at his arms—his rashes had gone away.
Severus!  He immediately thought, remembering his dream.  He looked around.
He was lying on a bed—Severus’ bed?  I don’t remember coming here last night…
“You are awake.”  Snape said, sounding just as groggy as Harry felt.  He was
lying on the other side of the bed—he looked pale.
Harry jumped, a little startled.  “Severus!  I mi—I mean…” Harry stopped
himself, gulping.  I don’t want to say too much…I might scare him off.  “I…how
are you?  You, erm, look a little paler than usual.”
Snape gave him a small smile.  “So do you.  It will take some time for us both
to gain our typical strength back.”  He looked into Harry’s intense gaze, like
a moth drawn to a flame.
“I…” Harry had to grit his teeth from saying I missed you.  “Fuck…” he mumbled
under his breath.
Snape furrowed his brow.  “Harry?  Are you in pain?”
“No, it’s not that…”
“Do not lie to me—”
“I’m not!”  Harry all but shouted, cutting Snape off.
Severus began to grow agitated.  “Then tell me what the bloody hell you’re
trying to say!”
“I MISSED YOU, YOU GIT!”  Harry yelled back, not allowing him the chance to
reply.  He leapt from across the bed, grabbed the back of Snape’s head, and
kissed him for all the times he wasn’t able to during the week they were apart.
Severus closed his eyes and felt Harry hungrily devour him, practically sucking
the juices from his mouth.  He felt blissful, finally able to kiss Harry
again…as uncomfortable as the thought once was, he couldn’t deny it any
longer.  I have feelings for the wretched, greedy…caring…
“Ungh…” Harry groaned into his mouth when Severus kissed him back, reacting
with the same amount of haste.  Severus shakily wrapped his arms around the
man’s back, holding him close.  As if that took his breath away, Harry let
Severus latch onto him, kissing him for dear life.  He turned his head, opening
his mouth completely to him, as vulnerably as possible.  He whimpered as
Severus threaded his fingers through his hair.
Harry felt their lips part, truly losing his breath after looking into the
gleaming onyx eyes in front of him.  Severus rubbed his thumb over the man’s
bottom lip, looking into his eyes as he whispered seductively, “Oh, how I’ve
missed you, Harry…”
“You…”  Harry breathed, unable to focus with Severus so close and touching him.
“You thought I didn’t?  It is part of our bond, after all.”  Snape’s gaze
drifted down to Harry’s lips again, and he cupped his cheek with his hand. 
“What is the bond telling you now?”  He said lowly.
Harry whimpered involuntarily.  “I…I can’t…focus with you doing that.”
Snape looked at him as if he were prey and lunged at his mouth, pushing him
back onto the bed.  They were still in the clothes they woke up in, he
realized.  Snape was dressed in his black shirt and pants, and Harry was just
in a loose Gryffindor shirt and boxers.
He whispered in Harry’s right ear slowly, “You haven’t left my bloody mind for
the past six days.”  He sucked on Harry’s earlobe.
“Se-Sev…” Harry stumbled, searching for words—any words—but his mind was
failing him.  He could feel his instincts taking over.  We both are influenced
under our bond!  Harry realized.  But does he really want me?  Or…
Harry wasn’t able to think deeper than that, as he was pulled out of his
thoughts by that responsive mouth atop his.  He felt Severus’ long prick
through the fabric of their clothing, teasing his own hardness.
Harry sucked in a breath, involuntarily thrusting against his lover. 
Snape smirked at him.  “Your body knows what it wants.”
Harry creased his brow.  My body…or my mind?
Severus continued to kiss his neck, but it didn’t quite melt away Harry’s
doubt.
“Sev…wait.”  Harry said softly into the Potions Master’s ear, trying to ignore
his prominent erection.
Severus was taken aback.  “Is something the matter?”
Harry looked to the side, trying to think.  “We need to talk.” 
***** Chapter Thirty: Talking *****
Chapter Thirty: Talking
Harry’s body was still pressed to his former professor after he said they
needed to talk. 
And he was not looking forward to this conversation…but, if he didn’t ask, he’d
never know how Severus truly felt about him.
Severus gave a strange look.  “What is there to discuss?”
Harry sighed.  He didn’t even know how to begin.  “I…well…earlier, when you
said…” he bit his lip.  I don’t want to hurt him.
Harry’s thoughts were loud in his mind, but Snape didn’t want to let him know
he heard such an intimate thought.  Instead, Severus gave him a small smile. 
Realizing he was still on top of Harry, he scooted over so they could talk side
by side. 
Harry gasped when he saw Severus smile.  He forgot how much he loved to see it
on the man’s face. 
Snape shook his head, pausing before looking back at him, “I know that this
is…all new still.  We still have much to learn about one another as our bond
progresses.”
Harry repeated the silky words in his mind, as our bond progresses. 
“Well, that’s just it.”  He started again, a little shakily.  “I…I know this is
new.  But…Severus, I need to know something.”  He looked at him nod, as to
continue.  “You talk about our bond quite a bit…but do you feel anything other
than our bond?  I mean,” Harry blushed, “do you even like me?”  His voice was
low.  He looked away, trying to hold in his emotions.
Snape’s mouth dropped open.  He couldn’t speak for a good second or two.  I
suppose I have been speaking about the bond lately. 
He decided to grab Harry’s hand, stroking his fingers.  “Harry…” he breathed,
“you, of all people, know that I am not the best with words…nor am I the best
at expressing my emotions.  I have been a spy for years, and it is quite
difficult to describe any feeling, or truth, I might have within me.”
Harry looked up at him.  His black eyes were ever so sincere, and his touch
sent a jolt to his heart.  He opened his mouth to speak, but Snape put a warm
finger on his lips.
Severus continued.  “I…do admit that it is hard to distinguish my feelings from
what the bond allows us both to feel.  However,” he removed his finger, instead
cupping Harry’s cheek, “our bond—it was not a coincidence, Harry, that it was
created.  Yes, you saved me from your tears, but there is one more crucial
element for it to have worked.”  He said in a sultry voice.
Harry placed his hand over Snape’s on his cheek.  “We had to…to…erm…” 
Snape smirked at him.  “Care about each other unconditionally, I think are the
words you are searching for.”
Harry sighed of relief.  “Oh.”  He was deep in thought.  “It’s just…I can’t
help but think, what if that never happened?  Would you still…care about me if
we had no bond at all?” 
Snape traced his hand down Harry’s neck, then his arm, slightly covered by his
shirt.  “In one form or another, I have always cared about you—your wellbeing,
at the very least.  It was my job to protect you.  But, I daresay that it would
be impossible to know if we would have…connected without our bond.”  He put
emphasis on the word connected, almost whispering seductively.  “Harry—I have
already confessed that I...have feelings of love for you.”  He had a rosy tint
to his cheeks.  “Yes, the bond added to my emotions, but even if the bond was
nonexistent, those feelings are still present.”
Harry thought about that, liking the man’s rosy cheeks.  “So…you’re saying you
might not love me if we had no magical bond?”
Snape sighed.   “Perhaps not yet, but it doesn’t mean I never would. 
Admittedly, due to our bond, our relationship has progressed faster—but without
it, it would undoubtedly require more time in order to feel the way we do
now.”  He hoped Harry understood that.  Not to mention, the only other
relationships I’ve had ended horribly.  Severus added mentally, not wanting to
admit that to Harry.
Harry nodded.  “Mhm, I agree.  I suppose the only thing that worries me is the
effects of the bond, and whether it is clouding our judgement about each
other.”  His cheeks heated up.  “Like you said, it will take more time to learn
about each other.”
Snape nodded, “If that is what you are worried about, I think I can make a
potion that will temporarily dull the effects of our bond.  It would only work
for one day, perhaps two, but it would be dangerous to permanently dull those
effects.” 
Harry lit up.  “That’s a brilliant idea, Sev!”  He frowned, “But why is it
dangerous?”
Snape sighed.  “Without feeling our bond, it would be too difficult to know
what we need from each other.  Being apart six days was dangerous enough, since
we both passed out.  McGonagall was checking up on me when that happened.”  He
grimaced to himself.
Harry sighed.  “Yeah, and Ron saw me too.  I saw these welts all over my body,
and before I knew it, I was out.”
Snape looked surprised.  “Welts?  Interesting…”  He hummed, “I wonder if it is
possible that being apart causes different reactions between us.”
“What do you mean?”  Harry asked, suddenly fascinated as he ran some fingers
through Sev’s silky black strands of hair.
Snape hardly noticed, he was so deep in thought.  “For instance, while I was
experiencing symptoms of depression, such as lack of appetite, you were
experiencing physical symptoms from our bond, hence the welts that suddenly
appeared.” 
Harry nodded, removing his hand from the raven black hair.  “Mmm.  Sounds about
right to me.”  He said, looking into Snape’s glimmering onyx orbs.
“In return…may I ask…how you feel?”  About me?  The question was hidden in the
undertones of his sentence. 
Harry’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he smiled.
Harry took Snape’s hand and kissed the back of it.  “I…I love being with you. 
I love how your brow creases when you’re focused on something.  I…there are so
many things I love about you.  But I think I feel the same as you—and I want to
get to know you better.”  Harry whispered, feeling vulnerable.
Severus closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against Harry’s in a
sensual way, moving slowly.  “Harry…” he whispered against Harry’s mouth as
Harry kissed him back harder.  Both men felt their erections come back to life
as they pressed against each other’s bodies again. 
No one has ever…said that to me before.  Severus thought.
Harry could hear the thought, smiling against the man’s kisses.  He parted for
air, seductively breathing against Sev’s lips, “I love how passionate you are. 
I love the way your cloak moves when you walk.  I love watching you chop
ingredients and stir portions—“
Harry was cut off by the insistent mouth in front of him.  He felt Sev’s tongue
entice his own. 
“You—enjoy…” the older wizard was lost for words.  I can’t believe he enjoys
watching me make potions…but he’s terrible at making them…
Harry smacked Sev’s arse.  “You git, I heard that.  And it just so happens that
I like how sexy you look when you concentrate on something.” 
After he said the words, he covered his mouth in surprise.  “I…I mean…”  He
chuckled nervously.  I didn’t mean to say that…
Snape smirked wickedly.  “Oh?”
Harry chuckled again, “Well, it’s mostly your hands…”  Why am I saying this! 
Severus took Harry’s lips against his own roughly.  “My hands, Harry?”  He said
between hot, demanding kisses, trailing his hand into Harry’s boxers.
“I…oh god…”  I could cum from your voice alone, he thought.
Severus chuckled once in his ear, wrapping his fingers around Harry’s enlarged
prick.  “Mmm, do you like it when I speak, Harry?”
Harry froze, “You heard that too?”
Severus kissed him in response, allowing him to moan into his mouth.  “You’re
so hard for me.”  He breathed against Harry’s ear, licking the lobe. 
Harry whimpered out, thrusting into Sev’s hand.  “I’ve been…having
these…fantasies—”
Snape cut him off, putting a hand over his mouth.  He murmured a spell to
vanish their clothing, and he pressed their cocks together.  “I’ve wanted to
fuck you all bloody week.”
Harry whimpered loudly, out of breath.  Severus smirked at him, thrusting their
hips against each other.  “Nothing to say?”  He thrust again.
Harry moaned, pulling Sev’s head down to kiss him hard.  He missed this.  “Fuck
me, then.”  Harry murmured deeply, pushing his hips forward.
Snape looked feral when he looked into Harry’s eyes, holding both their cocks
in his hand, creating friction.  Harry grabbed the older man’s ass in response,
throwing his head back, eyes still locked on the black onyx ones before him. 
He licked his lips at the sight of Severus so hard for him.
Severus matched his thrusting to Harry’s, gritting through his teeth.  “I won’t
last long, Harry.”
Harry felt like his cock was going to explode, but he didn’t want the moment to
end.  It was bliss, pure bliss, being with Severus this way.  The way his eyes
were so expressive—and how eager he was to receive pleasure as well as give
it. 
Harry pressed his hand against Sev’s chest, which glistened from sweat.  He ran
his hand up to his nipple, lingering there, teasing him with a couple fingers. 
Harry never took his eyes off of Severus’.  Bending a little forward, Harry
grabbed at Severus’ neck and growled, “Kiss me.”
Severus creased his brows at Harry’s intense gaze.  He could hardly keep from
coming just looking at the green eyes before him—so seductive and alluring.  He
was pulled in by that stare, kissing Harry thoroughly just before gasping.
Harry pushed himself into Severus’ hand, against his huge cock.  “Severus…”  He
whimpered before coming in large spurts, gasping loudly, again and again. 
Severus shivered from Harry’s genuineness and came with “Harry—“upon his lips. 
He breathed the name into the teen’s mouth before stealing his lips for a
climactic kiss.  Severus wrapped his arms around the other gasping man and came
hard against him.  He imagined claiming him as his own forever, as if it were
possible.  He wasn’t sure if he was having those thoughts from the bond, or
from…
It’s the bond…He thought, still kissing Harry gently as they both calmed down
from their orgasms.  I’m incapable of the alternative…
Harry kissed the man back.  He then sloppily kissed the man’s chin, licking his
neck.  “You taste delicious…” he murmured, “like strawberries, of course.”  He
looked into Severus’ black orbs again.
There was a hint of a smile playing on his lips before he could hide it.  “That
is all part of our bond.”
Harry kissed him then murmured, “Do I…taste like the ocean?”
Severus smirked, and then took Harry’s lips demandingly, grasping his chin. 
This kiss was slow and delicate. 
He finally released a dazed Harry before saying, “You also taste delicious—like
fresh water.”
Harry licked his lips.  He gently pushed some hair out of his lover’s eyes. 
“Can I tell you something?”
Severus lay on his side, next to Harry, nodding once slightly. 
Harry bit his lip.  “I know it’s going to…erm…take time, but I just…I want you
to know that…”  He lost his words in that curious, intense stare. 
“Go on,” the deeper voice said. 
Harry closed his eyes for a minute, and then opened them.  “Bond or no bond,
you’re so fucking irresistible.”  He breathed.
Severus felt his jaw drop open.  Irresistible?  What in Merlin’s name…  No one
had called Severus ‘irresistible’ in his life!  He shook his head.  “You cannot
truly think that, Harry.  Our bond is only producing that thought in your
mind.”
Harry sighed.  “We’re more than that.”
Severus creased his brows.  “No one has called me irresistible.”
Harry frowned, “They just weren’t looking hard enough.”
~~TO BE CONTINUED~~
***** Chapter Thirty-One: A Potion for Two *****
Chapter Thirty-One: A Potion for Two
Harry yawned with his jaw wide, as if mimicking a lion.  Stretching out his
arms over the bed, he noticed that there was no one beside him. 
Severus?  He thought, wondering what time it was.  He cast Tempus. 
“11:45?”  He mumbled, reaching for his glasses.  Well, that explains things a
bit.  He knew Severus was more of an early-riser than him.  Still…he felt a
tinge in his heart—an unexplainable feeling of want and need.
He sighed, shaking off his feelings, and cast a thorough cleaning spell before
brushing his teeth.  He didn’t feel like taking a shower—he just wanted to see
Severus. 
Perhaps I should try out using this mind-bond…Harry tried to think very
clearly. 
He concentrated on his next words within his mind.  ‘Severus…can you hear me? 
Where are you?’
~~HP/SS~~
Severus Snape nearly dropped too much wormwood into the searing potion before
him.  Merlin’s balls…
He wiped his forehead of sweat and continued to stir the potion.  ‘Harry, I am
in my personal lab.  There’s a portrait off to the side of the kitchen—the
password is Crying Mandrake.’  Severus sighed and added some eye of newt.  With
each plop, the potion turned more of a dark purple, and steam began to rise. 
He had to stir quickly now.
~~HP/SS~~
‘On my way.’  Harry thought back.  He looked in the mirror, ruffling his hair. 
‘Bout as good as it gets.  He decided, before heading into the kitchen.
Wonder why I’ve never noticed this here before…  He stared at the portrait. 
How strange, Harry thought as he eyed the little mouse eating a block of
cheese.  He blinked at it; the mouse blinked back at Harry.
“Erm…can you…talk?”  He asked.
The mouse squeaked a bit.  Harry laughed.  Of course Snape wouldn’t have a
portrait that would talk back at him...
It squeaked again and tapped its foot as if it were annoyed. 
Harry cleared his throat, “Crying Mandrake.”
The mouse went back to eating cheese as the portrait opened.  Harry walked
inside.
With his long dark hair just touching his shoulders, quite greasy looking,
Severus poured the potion into two vials.  He placed them on the counter into
his vial tray, staring at them for long seconds.  Harry couldn’t see Snape’s
eyes, but he could almost feel the wave of sadness flooding over him.
Harry shuffled his feet.  Severus snapped out of his trance and pinched the
bridge of his nose before looking into Harry’s eyes.  “Ah.  You’re awake.”
Harry gulped, stepping closer to the timid man.  “Is—I mean…are those…” he
mumbled.  His brain was overwhelmed with emotion, muddling his words.
Snape nodded curtly, “Yes, Harry.”
The green eyes shot up to look into his black depths.  Snape saw just as much
concern as he was feeling.
“Do we...have to do this now?”  Harry whispered.
Snape gulped, stepping closer, about to respond.
“I mean—” Harry continued, looking at the ground, “I just got you back.”  It
was almost inaudible.
Snape’s mouth parted.  There was such care in those green eyes for him.  He
couldn’t seem to speak—much less breathe.
Harry looked up at him, finally.  He was startled to see Severus standing
almost in front of him.
“Aren’t you afraid, Sev?”  Harry whispered to the taller man before him—the one
he could no longer live without.
Severus slowly brought his hand up to Harry’s cheek, grazing the soft skin. 
Harry closed his eyes and sighed, leaning into Snape’s touch.  Snape started to
pull his hand away, but Harry grabbed his arm with both hands, latching on. 
His eyes snapped open fiercely.  “Stay.”  He kissed the Potion Master’s hand. 
“Please.”
Severus gulped, clearing his throat.  “Harry…” he trailed, “we must take the
potion—”
Harry let his arm go, stepping back, looking away.  “You don’t want me, do
you?”  His voice was so low, it didn’t sound like a question.
Severus stepped forward, “Harry—do you have any idea how difficult this was for
me to make?” 
That caught Harry’s attention.  He cocked an eyebrow.  “Trying to guilt me into
it, are you?  As if I would believe you had trouble making a potion!”  He
scoffed.
“That’s not what I—”
Harry cut him off, “You just want to rid of these feelings as soon as you can. 
You never wanted me—why would you?”
Snape looked helpless, trying again.  “Harry, listen to me!  I meant…the potion
was hard to make…because…” he paused, turning to the side, “I will lose you.”
Harry’s eyes widened.  His heart lurched.  “Merlin, Severus—” he stepped
forward, taking the professor’s hand in his.  “Severus…I’m sorry.  I should
have known what you meant.”  Harry meant it, as he caressed the hand he was
holding.
Snape wouldn’t look him in the eyes.  Harry squeezed his hand.  “Look at me.”
Snape did, nervously. 
Harry sighed, “I’m the only one who should be afraid.  You were doing fine
before you and I were…y’know…together.  You’re—”
Snape cupped Harry’s face again and leaned down, kissing the sentence away. 
“Brat.”  He kissed him fiercely, swiping his tongue against Harry’s, making him
moan and shudder.  “Insolent brat.”  His voice vibrated against Harry’s mouth. 
Harry wrapped his arms around him and kissed him back.  
Snape pushed him against his lab table, parting for breath.  He looked into
those green orbs, half-lidded for him.  “Harry Potter—I need you as much as you
need me.  You have shown me love—something I don’t think I’ve ever truly felt,
not this strongly.” 
Harry licked his lips, leaning his head to the left.  “So kiss me.”
Snape growled into his mouth, licking all around with his tongue.  Harry
whimpered and thrusted up against Snape’s hardness through his robes.  Snape
growled again and grabbed him up by the waist, pushing him onto the lab table. 
He ripped off Harry’s muggle jeans, along with his boxers, fusing his mouth to
Harry’s while doing so.
Harry gasped when those lips left his.  Snape let his mouth linger over Harry’s
straining erection.  Harry whimpered, waiting for him to move his lips down. 
Instead, Snape licked the very tip of Harry’s cock, and said, “Tell me, Harry…”
he licked the underside of it, making Harry gasp loudly, “tell me what you
want, and I will give it to you.”
Harry could feel the sweat drip down his forehead, trying to keep himself from
thrusting up onto those soft lips.  “I—I just want you Severus.  P-p-please,
just…”
Snape encircled his tongue around the tip while moving his hand up and down
Harry’s cock, “Please what, Mister Potter?”
Harry swore his heart stopped.  “P-please, Sev—suck me.”
Severus smirked at him, then pumped his cock faster, licking his balls.  Harry
cried out.
“Mister Potter…surely you know how to address me by now?”  Harry felt the hot
breath against his cock.
“P-professor—ah!—Snape.  Please—”
Before Harry could continue, Snape finally wrapped his lips around his cock and
sucked him. 
Harry bit his lip to keep from coming.  “Oh God!  P-professor…”
“Mmm…” Snape moaned around Harry’s enlarged cock, already leaking precum. 
Harry grabbed onto Snape’s hair and couldn’t help but thrust into his mouth. 
Snape came up for air, stroking him still.  With an evil grin he said, “Yes,
Harry—fuck my mouth.” 
Harry cried out as Snape quickly wrapped his lips around his cock again.  “God
yes, Professor!  Yes!”  His hips thrust deep into Snape’s hole, gagging him a
little, but he stayed with Harry. 
Potter thrust again, deeper, holding his dark head down onto his cock.  He
threw his head back, “Fuck!  Yes!”  Snape took a breath and went down again,
sucking him harder this time.  He could feel Harry shaking, about to thrust
again.
Harry felt his eyes roll into the back of his head.  He shook as he grappled
onto his professor’s hair, holding him down, feeling that skilled tongue work
his aching cock—sucking and sucking…
“Oh Gods…P-professor…” Harry gasped.  He couldn’t help his thrusts anymore—he
felt his hips moving off the table, rocking into his professor’s tight, wet
mouth.  Snape moaned around his cock, holding Harry’s arse in the air. 
Harry wouldn’t let him move, grabbing the dark head with both hands, keeping
him in place.  “Yes…Professor Snape…oh God…”
Snape felt Harry’s cock enlarge again down his throat.  He gave one last,
strong suck in attempt to milk his cock.  Harry screamed out
incoherently—that’s when he felt streams of cum enter his throat.
His cock was buried to the hilt as Severus sucked on his tender, coming prick. 
Harry convulsed inside his partner’s mouth, screaming his name.  Snape didn’t
mind his head unable to move—he liked how sweet Harry tasted—how innocent his
sounds were.  He hummed and swallowed, feeling the swollen prick finally
softening, letting out the last load of hot essence. 
Harry held on for dear life as his spent prick calmed down.  Severus licked him
dry.
“That was quite a show, Mister Potter.”
Harry exhaled, looking at him with misty eyes.  “You’re one to talk, Snape.”
The Potions Professor smiled devilishly.  “Are you willing to return the
favor?”
Harry smirked back at him, pulling the dark-haired man toward him into a
searing kiss, muffling “Yes.”
Harry suddenly parted from him, hopping off the table, pushing his partner onto
it. 
With a quick incantation, Snape spelled off his clothing, all except his
boxers. 
Harry lifted an eyebrow at him.  “That’s a bit presumptuous, don’t you think?”
Severus chuckled against his lips.  Harry held his hands upon his chest,
feeling the soft vibrations of that addictive voice.  I love it when he
laughs…Harry thought, pressing their chests together.
“Ah, but I left you the best part.”  Snape said, taking Harry’s hand and
placing it over his groin.  Snape sucked in a breath. 
Harry chuckled softly.  “Mmm.  Guess I should get to it then, yeah?”  He looked
at Severus’ gleaming onyx eyes as he licked his way down his chest, all the way
to his black boxers.  His hand gently rubbed the painfully hard erection
covered with fabric.
“Harry.”  Severus hissed eagerly.
Harry looked up at him and smirked.  “Who’s impatient this time?” 
Snape was about to retort some smart comment, but he lost all thought as Harry
pulled down his boxers in one swift motion, staring at his cock.  Harry’s eyes
widened—the man licked his lips before touching the cock in front of him.
Severus didn’t realize how heavily he was breathing until he gasped when Harry
looked up at him with a grin.  “It looks happy to see me,” Potter said, with a
stroke of confidence.  Then, with his eyes still locked on Severus’ onyx ones,
he engulfed the large cock in his tight mouth.
Snape let out a loud moan, raggedly placing a shaking hand on the back of
Harry’s tousled head of hair.  “Oh…”
Harry hummed around his cock, which only made Severus want to come, but he
resisted.  He wanted to enjoy this lovely sight for as long as he could.  Who
knew if Harry really had feelings for him…only the potion would be able to tell
him.
But that thought escaped his mind as Harry came up for air, licking the tip of
his huge, leaking prick, and stroking the rest of him.  “I like it,” Potter
simply stated, before sucking his entire prick again, as much as he could fit,
anyway.
Snape’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head.  His grip on Harry
tightened, but he was careful not to hurt him.  Though, he couldn’t help but
jolt a bit forward after hearing Harry’s words…
He bit his lip.  I like it, he’d said. 
He looked down at a very enthusiastic Harry, now licking the underside of his
cock.  He watched him speak again, “Erm…Professor?”  Harry smirked, giving the
cock in front of him another lick before continuing, “How’s my technique? 
Shall I continue with it?”
Snape stared at him speechless, but his hand guided Harry’s head back to his
cock.  When he finally got his wits back, he growled, “Suck.  Now.”
Harry chuckled, then went back to work.  “Yes, Sir.”  Snape watched Harry close
his eyes, sucking up and down his cock faster this time.  He couldn’t take it. 
He was going to come.
His hands started shaking, and his hips began to jerk uncontrollably.  “Fuck,
Harry.  Fuck…I-I…”  He could no longer speak.  He could only watch those
enthusiastic lips swallow his swollen cock whole again and again, and feel that
tongue slide into the slit of his leaking and ready cock.  Those green eyes
would look up at him and gleam, half-lidded. 
“Harry…”  Snape moaned as he was on the brink of orgasm.  Harry prepared
himself, opening up his throat, letting the cock in fully. 
And when Harry moaned around his cock again, he couldn’t help it.  His hands
held Harry’s head in place, gripping his hair, as he shot stream after stream
of hot cum into the man’s open hole.
Snape didn’t know he could make the noises he was making.  He sounded
animalistic, as if he was dying of pleasure.  Harry massaged Severus’ balls as
he felt the cum stream inside him, completely milking him.
“S-s-swallow.”  Snape said raggedly—perhaps more ragged than he’d heard himself
in 20 years.
Harry looked up at him with innocent looking eyes and swallowed the cum, slowly
pulling off the softened prick.  Paying attention to the head, he gave soft
licks to the cock that emptied inside him.
Snape shivered and pulled Harry up by his hand.  Without warning, he took his
cum-coated lips in a sensual kiss.  Their tongues lapped at each other, as if
to share the taste of cum.  Severus broke from him, panting. 
Harry muttered, “That was…”
“Oh, yes.”  Snape hissed sensually before taking his lips again.  “It was,
indeed.”
***** Chapter Thirty-Two: The Beginning *****
Chapter Thirty-Two: The Beginning
“So, let me get this right: we take the potion, it removes the romantic
feelings we receive from our bond…”
“…And our shared magic, Harry.  We will no longer be able to hear each other if
we need help.”  Snape looked at him gravely.  “You do grasp this, don’t you? 
What we are about to do is dangerous—if anyone," he paused, “anyone at all,
knows about this…both of our lives are pawns susceptible to torment.”
Harry’s eyebrows rose up.  “Yeah, I already know that.”  He sighed deeply.  “So
maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
“What?”  Snape balked.  He stalked across the room and took Harry’s hands in
his.  Those emerald eyes shone up at him as he searched for his words.
“Harry—must I remind you that this bond, for all we know, could be eternal?” 
Severus said in a hushed tone, almost a whisper, but not quite—making the hairs
on the back of the younger wizard’s neck stand up.  Harry’s breath caught as
his Professor gripped his hands. 
He breathed in.  “I…know that.  I know.”
Severus looked at him seriously.  “Just yesterday, you questioned whether this
could be…” he stopped himself.  How can I say it?  How can I say this aloud?
Harry gave him a soft smile.  “Severus,” he gave Snape’s hands a tight squeeze,
“thank you.”  Harry didn’t have to hear the man’s thoughts to fill in the
blanks, this time.
Severus sighed tiredly, letting go of Harry’s hands.  He summoned the potions
hurriedly. 
Harry stared at him.  He wished he had the heart to smile at the sight of
Severus Snape becoming so worried about love, of all things.  Worried he won’t
love me after all…or that I won’t love him? 
Harry frowned, sighed, and took the potion from Snape’s pale hand.
“Shall we?”  Snape whispered, almost too softly, especially for him.
Harry closed his eyes.  His heart was pounding.  “Cheers.”  Harry clinked the
vial against Snape’s.  Snape rolled his eyes and snorted before downing the
potion, at the same time Harry did.
“Blech!”  Harry coughed.  “That tastes God awful.”
Snape had an unpleasant look on his face, as if trying to hold back the same
words.  “Quite.  But it is done.”  He held a hand to his forehead.  “How do you
feel?”
“Uh…” Harry mumbled, looking around the room, trying to feel something. 
“I…don’t know.”  He looked at Snape. 
Severus was eying him.  “Try to tell me something through thought.”
‘Do you still love me?’  Harry thought.  “Did you hear that?”
Snape shook his head once.  “I suppose it worked.”
Harry nodded.  “Erm…so, what now, exactly?”
Severus strode out of the room.  “Follow me.”
***** Chapter Thirty-three: Uncertainty *****
Chapter Thirty-three: Uncertainty
Harry followed Severus out of the lab.  “Where are we going?”  Harry asked, a
little frustrated.  The man never told him anything.
Harry stopped in his tracks—all he felt, he realized, was frustration. 
Snape…Severus Snape…He tried to cue his own thoughts and feelings toward the
man.  He felt a pang of sadness for the way Snape almost died by Voldemort’s
hand.  What else?  What else is there?
Snape looked back at Harry.  “We must spend time together.  That is the only
way we will know.”  If we are compatible in any bloody way possible,Harry
thought to himself, filling in the blanks of Snape’s sentence.
Harry challenged him, “Well…what do you feel?”  He crossed his arms. 
Snape narrowed his eyes.  “What is that supposed to mean, Potter?”  He said it
without thought or effort.
Harry’s eyes widened.  He called me ‘Potter,’ not ‘Harry…’
Snape sighed.  He knew this might happen—that they were going to have to really
get to know each other before they trulyknew if they were even slightly
attracted to each other.  He looked at Harry up and down. 
Same glasses, same unkempt hair…same bright green eyes.  He saved me.  Snape
remembered.  His expression softened. 
He looked at Harry again, who seemed to be eying Snape as well.  Trying to
place their feelings, the two men seemed stumped. 
“I’m confused as all bloody hell.”  Harry muttered under his breath. 
Snape chuckled—really chuckled.  Harry snapped his eyes up at him.  “That’s not
funny!”  He exclaimed, looking angry. 
Snape just chuckled a little louder.  He couldn’t contain it.  “Shut it,
Snape!”  Harry yelled.
Snape kept going on, bursting out and smiling.  Smiling.  Harry was frozen in
place—in anger.
“You—”  Snape wiped a tear from his eyes, “you should…see your face…Potter!” 
He calmed down his rich laughter, clearing his throat.
Harry steamed.  “Yeah, well, it’s not every day you figure out that you have a
bond with a complete git who you’ve been…erm…”  Harry blushed, running his
hands through his hair.
Snape looked at him—he wasn’t surprised by what Harry was saying.  On the
contrary, he’d be surprised if Potter didn’tcall him a git.  Their romantic
feelings from the bond were temporarily removed, and before that, the two men
practically hated each other. 
Snape was still smiling thinly.  “I know.”
Harry couldn’t help but blush again.  He thought about everything they’d been
doing.  How passionate it had been…and how…perfect?  No—I did not just think
that!  I did not just think of what we did…sex with Snape as perfect?
Harry was having a moral dilemma in his mind while Snape was still trying to
read him—though it wasn’t hard.  The boy was always such an open book.
Snape decided to step closer.  “Harry.”  The boy—no, man, Severus
corrected—looked at him with red cheeks.  “It will be alright.  We will figure
this out—”
“How can you say that!  We’ve…I mean…”  Harry stumbled for words.
“I believe ‘we’ve fucked,’ is the phrase you are searching for.”  Snape licked
his lips, remembering it all, then he mentally kicked himself.  Harry was his
student.  It felt so wrong…but…
Harry was taken aback.  He looked into Snape’s coal black eyes.  The man didn’t
look that bad, Harry mused.  And he doesn’t taste bad either.  His mind told
him.  He gagged aloud, making a face.
Snape cocked an eyebrow.  He stepped closer.  “I remember it quite well, Mister
Potter.”
Harry gulped, looking at the man, who was now standing in front of him.  He
stepped back.  “I…don’t know what…”
Snape stepped closer.  “Yes, you do remember.  And the only way we are going to
find out if we have…chemistry…is to experiment.”  He looked into Harry’s eyes
fiercely. 
Harry could hardly refuse—after all, wasn’t he trapped?  It isn’t as if he
could escape, and after all, this was important.  Yeah—Snape’s a git, but he’s
making me stay. He reasoned with himself.  It isn’t that he wanted to stay—no,
of course not, he told himself—he just…had to. 
He felt Snape breathing puffs of air on his face.  The man didn’t smell bad—not
at all.  He certainly didn’t smell like strawberries—more like sandalwood, or a
type of musk?  Seductive musk?  Harry stopped the thought, cutting it short. 
No, just musk.  He just smells like musk.  Nothing seductive.  He pinched his
eyes shut, then opened them again. 
Snape curled his thin lips into a half-smile.  He spoke lowly, “What is it,
Mister Potter?  Having a mental dilemma?”
Harry cursed under his breath.
Snape continued, snorting once, “I assure you that my thoughts are of the same
nature—you are one of my students.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed.  “Then why…”
“Am I doing this?”  Snape quizzed, bringing a finger up to lightly trace
Harry’s jawbone.
Harry blushed deeply and his breath caught.  He nodded stiffly.  Snape didn’t
remove his hand from his neck.
Instead, Snape leaned in to whisper in his ear.  “Because—even though you are
Harry bloody Potter, and I am your git of a Potions Professor,” he paused,
pulling his head back to meet Harry’s troubled gaze.  “I remember how…delicious
you tasted.”  He looked at Potter’s lips, which he just wetted with his tongue.
Harry blinked.  He felt himself getting hard—trying to will it away. 
Impossible.  It’s impossible…
Snape snapped his eyes back at him.  “Just earlier today you sucked me off. 
Licked me clean.  Swallowed my load—”
Harry didn’t let him finish.  He took one hand on the back of his Professor’s
head, and pressed his lips to those quick, thin ones. 
Snape gasped in shock.  He was surprised as Harry pulled him closer, into the
kiss, fiercely pressing those pink lips to his own. 
Snape ran his hands through Potter’s unruly hair and finally kissed him
back—slowly, on his bottom lip.  Harry was the one to gasp in surprise this
time as his Professor nibbled on the sensitive flesh and swiped his tongue
against it. 
Harry slowly opened his lips, parting them for Snape’s tongue.  Snape grazed
his tongue against Harry’s, making Harry shiver, his other hand grabbing at
Snape’s cloak. 
And then Snape groaned.  Groaned—deeply into Harry’s mouth. 
Harry felt his cock harden further—there was no denying it now—as Snape started
to kiss him deeply.  Harry whimpered, kissing him back.  He found that Snape’s
voice wasn’t so bad…and that groan…
“Harry,” Snape grumbled in between their deep kisses.  He sucked on the man’s
bottom lip before pulling away.  Potter was gasping wildly, his eyes steamy. 
“Y-yes?”  Harry squeaked. 
Snape smirked at him.  Harry knew it because he was still staring at Snape’s
delicious lips.  He looked up into his eyes again.  He could swim into those
deep black depths.
“What?  What is it?”  Harry breathed, melting a little as he realized their
arms were wrapped around each other. 
Snape moved some hair out of his eyes.  “How do you feel now?”  Snape had to be
sure Harry was feeling the same as him—not just humoring him, or trying to
force the feelings upon himself.  He had to be sure,or this would never work.
Harry’s breath caught and he blushed, which was answer enough in itself, but
Snape waited for a verbal response regardless.  “I…I feel…” Harry husked, “like
you should kiss me again.”
Without need for further invitation, Snape tilted his head to meet Harry’s lips
again, and this time, they were already parted for his entry.  Harry moaned
hotly into Snape’s mouth, delving his tongue into it, exploring, as if for the
first time.  But then Harry remembered that this was hardly the first time they
kissed.  In fact, Harry thought of other places their mouths had been…
“Fuck,” Harry breathed involuntarily at his thoughts.  He thought he’d die if
his cock didn’t get any attention. 
Snape looked at him with steamy eyes and tugged on his hand, pulling him into
the bedroom.  Harry was pushed onto the bed, looking up at Snape with his face
flushed. 
Harry’s eyes looked deliciously dark as he stared at his Professor. 
Snape slowly undid his robe, letting it fall to the floor, leaving him in his
shirt and pants.  “What is it, Harry?”  He said playfully, leaning over him,
before taking his mouth again.  “Do you want us to stop?”
“No!”  Harry exclaimed, then blushed deeply.  Snape smiled at him.  “I
mean…it’s just that I…you’re my Professor.  But I think…that I don’t care.”  He
blushed a deeper red as Snape began kissing his neck.  “I…is it okay that I
don’t care?”
He gasped when Snape sucked on a tender spot on his neck.  “Quite alright,
yes.”  Snape grabbed Harry’s hardness through his jeans, looking into his
eyes. 
Harry cried out, “Oh fuck!”  Snape looked at him with feral eyes. 
He began to rub Harry’s long, thick erection through his jeans.  Harry
whimpered, pulling at the back of Snape’s neck.  “Harry…you can tell me to stop
at any time.”  Snape said seriously, massaging Harry’s cock.
Harry looked at him like he was about to explode.  “Y-y-yess, Sir.”
Snape smiled evilly.  “Mm.  Do you remember our first night together…Mister
Potter?”
Harry did remember.  He remembered everything.  He bucked into Snape’s hand,
nodding.  “Yes!”  He whimpered. 
“Yes, sir.”  Snape growled.
Harry bit his lip.  “Yes, sir.”
Snape smiled, kissing his neck again, working his way up to his ear.  “Tell me
what I should do to you, Mister Potter.”
Harry gasped, not knowing what to say.  He ground his hips against Snape’s. 
Snape removed his hand from Harry’s cock and muttered a spell to remove their
clothing. 
Harry looked down at his Professor’s cock.  He licked his lips—it was long and
full, just like he remembered—only this time, he wasn’t blinded by the feelings
of their bond.  This time, his cock twitched in anticipation, and he knew it
was his feelings making him do so.
As Harry stared at Severus’ cock, it began to grow.  “Harry,” Severus
whispered, before kissing him sweetly this time.  Harry kissed him back and
moaned, “S-Severus.”
Snape ground his hips against Harry’s placing their cocks together.  Both men
gasped. 
Severus took off Harry’s glasses, throwing them to the floor.  Harry chuckled. 
“Eager, Professor?”
Snape smiled and chuckled back.  “You’re lucky, Potter.  I’d take points if you
weren’t a Slytherin.”
Harry looked at him mischievously.  “Weren’t you asking me what I wanted?”  He
traced a finger over the thin lips in front of him.
Snape took Harry’s finger in his mouth and sucked, leaving the younger wizard
speechless for a moment.  He licked the underside of Harry’s finger, “Hmm?”
“I…can’t think when you do that.”  Harry breathed.  Severus stopped, moving to
Harry’s tender neck again.
“What do you want, Harry?”  The deep voice sent thrills down Harry’s spine.  He
involuntarily wrapped his arms around the man atop him.  Out of curiosity, he
let one of his hands trail down to Snape’s arse.
Snape sucked on Harry’s left nipple, and Harry cried out in pleasure.  “Oh
God…”
Severus swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub, moving onto the other
one.  He gently nibbled on it, causing Harry to arch to the touch.  “So
sensitive.”  He groaned, taking the nub into his mouth.
Harry bit his lip to keep from crying out.  “I…want you.  Want you inside me.” 
Harry closed his eyes, waiting for Snape to refuse.  He wanted allof
Snape…but…the man might not be ready.  He remembered what Severus had told him
about his past. 
But he did ask him what he wanted…Harry thought, in conflict.
Snape paused, meeting Harry’s gaze as he pulled off the sensitive nipple.  He
rose an eyebrow.  “You are asking…for my cock in your arse?”
Harry was panting.  His cock was trying to think for him, but…
“I shouldn’t have asked—I’m sorry.”  Harry said quickly.  “I…was just excited—”
Severus kissed him to shut him up.  “Do not ever apologize for that, Harry.” 
He kissed him again. 
Harry lost all thought as he melted into the kiss.  “So…what do you think,
Severus?  Of…erm…”
“Ever the eloquent one.”  Severus bantered, stroking Harry’s cheek.  “You are
asking me if I want to make love with you, Harry Potter?”
Harry swore his heart stopped at the man looked deep into his eyes.  He could
only nod, and stroke his cheek in response.  Severus seemed to understand. 
Harry finally got his wording back.  “I…don’t want to force you into
anything.”  He whispered, trailing a hand down Snape’s back. 
Severus smiled at him softly.  “Neither I, you.”  He kissed him softly.  It was
then—he knew.  The feelings were real.  So very real to him, he was overwhelmed
with emotion.  From Harry’s boiling temper to his beautiful green, caring eyes,
Severus Snape just knew. 
He looked down into those very eyes—the ones kindly waiting for his response,
and he answered them.  “I love you.”
Harry’s mouth gaped open.  His eyes felt as if they were ablaze.  He kissed
those magnificent lips in front of him—swallowing the words of promise that
Severus Snape gave him—engulfing them, as if he could, forever.
He parted, looking straight into those black onyx depths.  “I love you, too.” 
And Harry did.  Snape was no longer just…Snape.  He was a hero—but that wasn’t
the reason he loved him.
No, it was truly his personality, and, oddly enough to Harry, the man was sexy
as hell once you got to know him.  His sneer made him weak in the knees, and
his voice sent a thrill through his cock.  Those sarcastic banters, his
intelligence—gods, his intelligence, and even the way he made potions…
But it certainly wasn’t just those things—no.  It was his character—how he
seemed so dangerous, a double-sided spy—but he was actually just a soft, caring
man, who never really got a childhood.  A lot like me, Harry thought quickly.
In fact, that’s all he had time to think, before Snape’s lips were on his
again, and they kissed away the harshness of reality.
And Severus kissed him for all he was worth.  Harry was just a teenager,
yes—but he was also the only person, perhaps besides Albus or Minerva, to
forgive Severus of his past.  That took deep understanding that even Severus
didn’t know was possible to have in a relationship.  He certainly hadn’t found
it with anyone else—and he didn’t want to.  He just wanted to keep Harry with
him—so they could protect each other.  Love each other, like neither of them
had been loved.  Both men knew their pasts were horrendous.  Perhaps that is
what brought them so close? 
Then again, who knew?  All Severus knew was that he wanted to fuck Harry
senseless.  He wanted to make them both forget their pasts, only to let them
move onto a future with love—something Severus once thought was impossible.
“I love you, Harry…” Snape grumbled in between their passionate kisses, cupping
the man’s cheek.  Harry rubbed his cock against Snape’s.  “Oh god…love you so
much, Severus…”
Snape moaned.  “I’m so fucking hard.”
Harry’s hips jerked involuntarily.  He was waiting for Severus to make the
first move—he still didn’t know if the man was ready.
“Accio lubricant.”  A jar flew into Snape’s hand. 
~TBC~
***** Chapter Thirty-Four: Love, Eternal *****
Chapter Summary
     Full of smut! You've been warned (RATED X, R, MA).
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Chapter Thirty-Four: Love, Eternal
“Accio lubricant.”  A jar flew into Snape’s hand.
Harry watched the man in affection as he placed the jar on the table beside the
bed.  He stroked Severus’ cheek, watching his expression.  The dim light danced
in his eyes, and a small shy smile became his lips.  Harry grabbed the man’s
strong arms, flipping him on his back.  Severus looked at him confusedly.
Harry gently placed one finger on Snape’s lips—a small gesture of silence—no
need to worry.  Severus’ expression softened when Harry leaned down to kiss his
forehead.  Then, his nose.  Harry began to stroke through the long, soft black
hair as he sucked on his partner’s neck.  He licked the area, sucking harder,
eliciting a soft moan from Severus.
It wasn’t enough.  Harry wanted to learn his partner’s body, inch by inch. 
He ignored his own erection for the time being—putting Severus first.  After
all, Severus had put him as a top priority for years as a spy.  It was time for
Harry to return the favor, he mused.
Harry nibbled softly on Sev’s shoulders, causing Severus to gasp in surprise. 
Harry didn’t know Severus was this sensitive.  He trailed his tongue down
Severus’ left arm, then picked up his hand.  Harry, at first, just held that
hand in his.  He looked down at Severus, who was blushing slightly.  This
surprised Harry, but he didn’t show it.
Green eyes met onyx ones as Harry took the back of the hand he was holding,
rubbing it against his cheek.  He watched Sev’s eyes widen as he kissed each
fingertip, then sucked on his forefinger.  “Mmm…” Harry moaned around it,
adding another, mimicking what he wanted to do to Severus’ cock.
Severus whimpered loudly at the sight.  He’s trying to kill me. 
Harry pulled the fingers out, then moved downward.  His eyes left Sev’s blazing
black ones.  He trailed down until he saw that glorious cock seeping precum. 
Harry bit his lip and groaned. 
Severus watched him in awe as they made eye contact.  Harry never looked away
from his eyes as he grabbed that cock and swirled his tongue around the tip.  
Severus felt his mouth drop as Harry looked at him so seductively, licking the
tip of his sensitive cock.  Harry wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard,
pumping his hand up and down.
“Ahhhh…” Severus moaned loudly, his hand involuntarily finding Harry’s head. 
He was breathing faster, his heart loud as Harry engulfed more of his cock,
sucking while he did so.
Severus whimpered, throwing his head back and arched.  “Oh god, Harry…if you
keep doing that…”
Harry moaned around the cock, pumping it still as he pulled off.  “Bond or no
bond, you taste amazing, Severus.”
Snape’s heart skipped a beat.  He tugged on Harry’s head to motion him upward. 
He thrust his tongue into Harry’s mouth, kissing him passionately.  “Fuck,” he
groaned.
“Please.”  Harry begged—even his eyes were asking. 
Snape held him gently, and flipped him over.  “It will be…uncomfortable at
first.  If you are in any pain--”
Harry kissed him, “I trust you.”  He spread his legs, opening the jar of
lubricant. 
Severus kissed him hard.  “I do not want to hurt you,” he whispered. 
Harry sucked on Snape’s bottom lip.  “You won’t, Sev.  I want you.”
I want you.  Snape replayed the words over and over in his head.  He sighed
inwardly and dipped a finger in the lubricant. 
He looked down at this sight—Harry splayed before him, his cock hard and needy,
his legs spread wide…
He licked his lips as he spread those beautiful arse cheeks apart.  He cast a
cleansing charm on the area before pressing his tongue to Harry’s entrance. 
Harry gasped in surprise.  “That feels…good.”  Snape did it again, pressing a
little harder.  Harry gasped again.  Severus smirked a little. 
Then, Harry felt an intrusion.  His first instinct was to shut it out, to
tighten up.  But Severus was looking at him so erotically—he let the slick
finger push itself in, ever so slowly.  “Oh…weird.”  Harry couldn’t help but
say.
Severus stopped, bending down to kiss Harry.  Harry held him there as he kept
pushing, gently, in and out.  Harry moaned in Sev’s mouth. 
“Ah!”  Harry yelped.  Snape immediately stopped.  “Harry?  Are you alright? 
Did I—”
Harry looked at him wildly, gasping, “Do it again!”  Severus pushed his finger
in that same spot, brushing against Harry’s prostate.  Harry cried out again,
“Oh God!  God yes!  Again!”  Found it, Severus thought wickedly to himself.  He
forgot how pleasurable this could be, with both parties willing.
Harry took Severus’ lips eagerly as the older wizard pushed in his finger
farther, adding another in attempt to stretch him.  He knew it was going to be
tight—he wanted to make sure Harry was prepared.
Harry was a pleading mess by the time a third finger was added.  Severus
stretched him all he could, occasionally brushing that spot inside him. 
Harry grabbed Snape’s head, lifting his legs up.  “Severus, please!  Please…” 
The man looked at him desperately.  
They were both sweaty and gasping at this point—Severus gave in.  He slicked
his ready cock with lubricant, just pressing it to Harry’s entrance.  It seemed
as if everything moved in slow motion when the tip of his cock slipped inside
his arse. 
Severus groaned wildly—it was animalistic.  Harry whimpered in anticipation,
his cock painfully hard.  Those gleaming black eyes snapped open as the cock
pushed further into him…
“Oh…” Harry licked his lips, looking into Severus’ half-lidded eyes.  “That’s…”
Severus pushed in a bit more before stopping.  “Alright?”  He managed to
grunt.  He could hardly keep his composure.
Harry grunted back, “Yeah…m-more…”  He felt his hole somehow accommodating
Severus’ girth and length.   
Severus finally had his entire length sheathed inside Harry—it felt fucking
fantastic.  So wonderful, Harry thought in delirium.  Snape looked down at
Harry, who was sweating, panting, with darkened green eyes.  His cock was
weeping slightly.  He reached down to touch it, licking his lips. 
Harry watched the man stroke his very tender cock—his chest dripping in sweat. 
Merlin…the way he’s looking at me…  Harry let out a sharp gasp from the
slightest touch of Severus’ hand upon his cock.  He arched up, allowing
Severus’ length to move inside him, brushing his prostate.
Harry let out an animalistic scream in pleasure.  It was delicious.
Fuck, I’m not going to last long, the older thought.  Severus’ eyes darkened—he
pulled his hand away from Harry’s cock and grabbed his arse cheeks.  Groaning,
he slowly moved his cock in and out of that tight hole.  Harry yelped again in
pleasure.  Severus felt Harry’s hole squeezing his cock, practically milking
him already.
“Fucking hell…” Snape said through gritted teeth, trying not to cum.  “Unngh…” 
He swooped down atop Harry to kiss him eagerly, swirling his tongue around his
mouth.  Harry moaned in his mouth, wrapping his legs around Sev’s arse.
“Oh Gods, yes!”  Harry whispered frantically as Severus moved again, hitting
that spot inside Harry that made him scream. 
About to lose his mind, Severus groaned and did it again, watching Harry melt
underneath him. 
“Harry…you like it when I do this?”  He said in a deep, sultry voice in Harry’s
ear. 
Harry whimpered, “Please…oh please, please—” 
Severus pulled out, then slammed in with a grunt.  Harry laid shaking hands on
Severus’ back, digging his nails against his muscles.  Severus groaned silkily
and did it again, a little faster.   “Yess…” He moaned in Harry’s ear, “So…” he
thrusted, “fucking,” another hard thrust, “deliciousss…” 
Harry screamed, “S-Sev-ohgods-” he arched so that Sev’s cock would touch his
prostate again.  He pressed his forehead to Snape’s, whispering, “Fuck me
harder.”
Snape felt his eyes roll back as he slowly rocked Harry back and forth, coming
undone.  Harry groaned in desperation, “F-faster.”  He looked into those green
eyes, begging for him.  “As you wish.”  He said darkly before taking his mouth,
thrusting his tongue in as fast as his large cock was thrusting into Harry’s
arse. 
The two were a shaking mess as they met, thrust for thrust.  Harry’s legs were
still wrapped around Sev’s arse, and his cock was getting friction from Sev’s
stomach atop him.
Harry broke away from that sweet, glorious mouth for air.  He stroked Sev’s
cheek as they thrusted together, gasping wildly, dying to come—not wanting it
to end. 
Severus clasped both sides of Harry’s head and looked at him in his eyes as he
thrusted steadily, hearing his lover make sounds he’d never made before.  How
much love was between the two men, it seemed endless, eternal and true in just
their eye contact alone.  Looking into his eyes will never be the same again…
Harry thought, wondering how he could have ever thought of Severus as vile. 
Someone this passionate, someone this sensitive, deserved love. 
Harry lifted up his arse to meet those steady, quick thrusts, so more of his
partner’s cock could fill him.  He shakily pushed some hair out of Severus’
eyes, watching the older man explode with pleasure, growling at him.
Harry shivered, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.  Severus-”  He looked at him, pleadingly,
whimpering. 
And, in turn, Harry had never heard Severus whimper quite like this before,
either.  Harry wrapped his arms around his lover’s back, still with his legs
around his arse, rocking back and forth.  Softly into Severus’ ear, he
whispered seductively, “Sev…I feel it…I f-feel it...deep inside me...”
Severus groaned and slammed into him, and Harry yelped in response, but he had
to finish what he was saying.  He whimpered, “I love you…inside me…I---I want…I
want!…” he yelped.
Severus grabbed him by his hair, stopping for a moment, with shiny eyes.  “What
is it,” he paused, panting once, “that you want, Harry?”  He groaned, not even
able to keep up his façade.
Harry tightened his legs, biting his lip in anticipation.  “I…want you to cum
deep inside me…I want to feel you…” he didn’t have time to finish when Severus
thrusted inside him, long and deep.  They both held onto each other, groaning
together.
“Like this, Harry?”  Severus groaned.  "Am I fucking you deep enough now?"
 Harry felt himself melt as Severus angled his large, growing cock to grind
against his prostate again.
In short, loud gasps, Harry practically screamed.  His nails dug into Sev's
back, moaning, "Your cock is growing inside me oh my Gods..."  
Severus moaned after Harry yelled, “It’s so fucking big—how is it growing even
more?  Fuck fuck fuck fuck—” In time with each of their thrusts, Severus
whimpered and Harry kept yelling more and more passionately…
He swallowed Harry’s words as he kissed him, giving his tongue, body and soul. 
Harry’s arsehole milked his cock, and that's when Severus felt his eyes roll
back into his head when he came—came so deep into Harry—all he could feel was
his tongue lapping into the younger wizard’s mouth.  Then he felt himself
literally emptying inside the younger man, whimpering in almost a high-pitched
voice (for him, definitely high-pitched), making noises he’d never heard from
himself.  Each thrust shook him to the core and Harry met him wildly gasping. 
Harry fell apart, clinging on to Severus for dear life as he sucked him dry. It
was too much, all too much for Severus-his load streamed inside the younger
wizard and filled up his needy, begging hole.  He grunted as he shot his cum
deeply into his lover's aching body, pressing himself hard inside.
The younger wizard arched helplessly, rubbing his cock against Sev’s stomach. 
“Severus!”  He yelped loudly, just before his cock shot stream after stream of
sticky seed.  Severus grabbed Harry’s tender, cumming cock and squeezed it,
milking it and kissing him.  Harry whimpered in Severus’ mouth, “My God!” but
it was inaudible.
Severus’ cock was entirely spent and empty, but he brushed against Harry’s
prostate once more to make Harry cum again. 
Harry screamed atop his lungs something incomprehensible, something so
beautiful to Severus.  He looked down at Harry’s thick, sensitive cock.  He
gently pulled out of Harry’s arse—gasped at the loss—and sucked hard on Harry’s
cockhead. 
That’s when he felt Harry climax for the final time that night.  Right into his
throat, Harry came and came.  Severus groaned around Harry's girth as the
younger wizard placed both hands on Sev's silky black head of hair, holding him
in place.  "Fuck!"  He whimpered as he bucked up, shooting his cum down his
tight throat, while his partner stayed with him.  
Severus sucked one final time, licking him clean, looking up at those sated,
green eyes.  Harry looked so sweaty, red—dehydrated.
Severus swallowed the last of the cum in his mouth, wiping his lips.  He tried
clearing his throat.  Harry had a wide, closed-teethed-grin across his lips. 
Severus smiled back stupidly.  Then he remembered his train of thought.  He
held out a hand.  “Accio glass of water.”  It flew into his hand, and Harry’s
eyes widened.
He handed it to Harry, who gulped down the glass, wiping his lips. 
“Aguamenti,”Snape chanted.  He took the glass and drank it down as well.
He set it on the nightstand beside his bed. 
Before he could think, Harry’s arms were around him and their lips were fused
together.  Their kissing was slow and meaningful.
Severus parted.  He brushed some hair out of Harry’s eyes, “Did…did I…” hurt
you?
Harry shushed him, “You were incredible.”  He whispered, with love in his
eyes.  Thank you.
“I should be the one thanking you.”  Severus said softly. 
Harry gave him a strange look.  “How did you know I was about to say ‘thank
you?’”
Severus cocked his head to the side.  “You…didn’t say that aloud?” 
Harry shook his head.  “Do you think it was the potion?  Maybe it didn’t work.”
Severus rolled his eyes, which made Harry laugh.  “Okay, so it wasn’t that the
potion didn’t work.  So then what was it?”
Severus looked at him seriously.  “I have absolutely no idea.” 
Harry touched his partner’s forehead, massaging his wrinkle above his brow. 
“Stop thinking so hard.”
Severus smiled at the corner of his lips, moving to Harry’s side.  “Do you want
me to spell you clean?”
Harry’s eyes went wide.  “What?  No!  No…I like…uhm…” he blushed.  Severus
cocked an eyebrow.  “Uhm…it feels nice…and uhm…full.”
Severus snorted.  “Do you remember what you even said, while we were making
love?”  He brushed Harry’s red cheek. 
The younger man sniffed and yawned.  “That…I said…oh Merlin.  Did I say how big
your cock was?”  He felt his cheeks heat up even more.
Severus kissed his forehead, “Something like that, you brat.  I couldn’t last
long after your dirty talk.  Who knew the Savior was so Slytherin after all?” 
Harry leaned in and kissed away the question.  They were both so tired from
their bout of lovemaking, Severus pulled a blanket over them, and Harry rested
his head on Severus’ heart.  With their arms wrapped around each other, Harry
was the first to drift off.  Severus stared at Harry, calmly sleeping on him
while listening to his heart beat, smiling before sleep took him.
Little did they know what exactly happened with their bond that night.
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*
~~To be Continued~~
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Chapter End Notes
     Author’s Note:
     I know—don’t say it. It’s been far, far too long since I’ve updated.
     For that, I can only say I’m sorry. I hope that I haven’t
     disappointed you all. I will definitely try to update more
     frequently. I’m giving myself a goal of a chapter every two weeks,
     especially with holidays coming up. I tried to make this chapter as
     delicious and smutty as possible for all you Snarry lovers! I’m so
     glad we can share the same passion and understand that we’re all
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     As always,
     -Jen
     The Snarry Shipper
***** Chapter Thirty-Five: Waking Up *****
Chapter Notes
     Author's Note:
     Yay for another smutty chapter! Honestly I know I've been riding the
     smut train for a while, but the next chapter will be ALL about the
     plot. I already have it in the works.
     THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUPPORTING ME--it means more than you could
     imagine <3 It's been so awesome to read all the reviews and know that
     people are invested in this story as much as I am!
     As always,
     -Jen
     The Snarry Shipper
Chapter Thirty-Five: Waking Up
Harry woke up to a large sounding snore in his ear.  Immediately, he recognized
it as Severus, of whom he’d had the most pleasant dream about.  Harry closed
his eyes for a moment, still lying on his partner’s warm chest, imagining the
dream he just had.  He let out a small sigh, remembering that each of them had
their lips locked together near some sort of water fountain. 
There were no wars—no deaths.  They just held each other, sitting on a puffy
cloud, looking deep into each other’s eyes. 
Harry smiled—then jumped a little, startled from Severus’ stomach rumbling
below his ear. 
~~
Severus felt Harry’s arm wrap around his chest, lightly brushing his fingertips
against his side.  It felt unreal to him.  Everything felt…softer, somehow.  He
felt less anxious than usual, less temperamental. 
He heard Harry’s small sigh—how can just this small sound alone, he mused, make
me feel so…at ease?
Severus didn’t wrinkle his brow in concentration, nor did he feel the need to. 
He felt so relaxed—then he felt his stomach rumble. 
Harry seemed to be awake—damn Merlin, I woke him.  He knew this because Harry
jumped a bit on top of his chest.
He couldn’t help but…smile?  Since when do I smile so much?  The brat…
~~
Harry started to stroke his toned arm—actually it was a bit muscular, probably
from stirring potions, he thought. 
~~
Snape leaned his head down a little and kissed the top of his partner’s head,
just staying there for a while.  He felt Harry lean into his touch, as if
starved for it.  And perhaps Severus was, too—robbed of any sort of touch for
years—minus that awful, abusive contact with The Dark Lord.
He did not understand it.  Ironically enough, laying here with Harry, he felt
so safe, yet so lost.  What had my life been before?  He buried his nose in
Harry’s tousled brown head of hair, holding him close.
He thought deeply about what things had been like before this bond. 
Ah, yes…cruelty.  Pain.  The things I’ve said to him—and just a boy!Severus
almost gasped at this revelation, feeling softer and more vulnerable than he’d
felt in years.  Why would he ever love me?  He felt himself lose control, and
inside, his walls were breaking.  His mind could no longer interpret his
emotions…but he knew he felt regret. 
~~
Harry noticed the man tightened around him, as they were tangled up in each
other’s arms.  He let out soft, even breaths, listening to Severus Snape’s
heartbeat. 
And then it hit him—finally—that he’d lost his virginity.  And to Severus
Snape…imagine that… he pondered, remembering the heated moments of last night. 
Not to mention, how confusing it was, when he realized his feelings were real
for this man. 
Harry pinched his eyes shut.  I used to hate him…everything about him.  Didn’t
I? He thought sadly.  But that was before I knew he was on our side. He
reminded himself.  After all, he had many reasons to believe that Snape wasn’t
on their side in the war. 
He thought about what had changed—what made him like Snape? 
His eyes snapped open—he remembered that moment.  How could he ever forget? 
Snape was going to die…and he was going to die for me. Harry remembered looking
into those frightened, onyx eyes, seeing only care and worry.  It was so
foreign—so strange to see his previous Potions Professor—and to see him so
vulnerable? 
Harry shivered at the thought of it, holding onto his partner.  He had to say
something.
“Severus?”  He meant to whisper, but it came out raspy.  He didn’t move his
head from the man’s chest; he just wanted to hear the older wizard’s heartbeat
a little longer.
Snape opened his eyes, lifting his face from the top of his partner’s head. 
“Mmm?” 
Harry felt the vibration against his ear, then lifted his head up.  Scooting up
a bit, he rested his palm against Severus’ cheek, moving some hair out of his
face. 
He stared into those onyx eyes—they seemed content…happy.  Snape’s mouth
twitched into a half-smile.  Harry fell into that gaze—he kept falling, for as
long as he could. 
No one had looked at Severus like that before—those green eyes just kept
searching him, looking for the edges of his soul.  Harry inched closer on the
pillow, just looking into the never-ending depths of those black orbs.  In
turn, Snape couldn’t quite look away—rather, didn’t want to look away—from
Harry’s stunning, shimmering emerald eyes.  The way they were so beautiful—in
an intricate sort of way—was completely compelling to him. 
He remembered the way Harry’s eyes had darkened when he came last night—it was
absolutely delicious.  The way he screamed, as if it was involuntary.  The
sounds he made—the way he felt around his pulsing cock.  Severus remembered how
many times he wanted to cum…he held off for as long as possible.  How Harry had
begged him…for his seed inside of him.  Just thinking about it made him quiver
internally.  He swallowed, staring back into that innocent-looking, green gaze.
Harry inched closer to him—as if his mouth had a mind of its own—latching onto
Severus’ soft lips.  Severus groaned into Harry’s mouth softly, moving his
mouth hungrily against those eager lips.  They melded against his so easily, so
effortlessly.  Their tongues met, greeting each other, slowly and gently.
Harry parted from those tender lips, breathing a little harder. 
Snape cleared his throat.  “How do you feel?”  Severus asked, watching Harry
breathe.  He quite liked his partner’s scent—and he liked the smell of sex on
him…but…
He couldn’t help but feel guilty.  I took the virginity of a seventeen-year-
old…
Harry looked at his hands, blushing, “I didn’t know it could be like that.”  He
looked up at Snape’s worried face. 
“Like…what, exactly?”  Snape said, a little too slowly.
Harry stroked his shoulder, trying to ease his worry.  “I’m having
trouble…putting it into words.  I…I’m so glad that you felt so…so strongly for
me.  I didn’t know if you—without the bond, I mean—well…if you even wanted
me.”  Harry sighed.  “I fought my feelings at first, but I thought maybe you
were actually just humoring me until…”
Severus grabbed his hand and kissed it.  “Harry—I can assure you, all I
felt…and still feel…is true.  I didn’t want to admit to myself that I had
feelings for a student.  And not just any student—the one student I’ve spent
much of my life protecting.”  He said quietly, squeezing Harry’s hand a
little.  “And I knew, without the feelings of the bond, I…” he stopped, unable
to comprehend his thoughts further.
Harry nodded, squeezing his hand back.  Harry sighed, “I do too.”  Severus’
eyes looked into his deeply. 
“Before, you said that you didn’t know it could be…what?  Real, perhaps?” 
There was a faint humor in Snape’s voice, but it didn’t mask his uncertainty.
Harry quirked an empathetic smile, “Maybe.  I think what I meant to say was…I
didn’t know that sex with you could be…uhm…” Harry turned red, only looking
into Snape’s eyes for a second and glancing away, “…you know.  Perfect.”  He
mumbled, embarrassed for some reason.  It felt weird saying all this knowing
that the feelings of the bond were gone, and that this is how he really felt
about Severus Snape.
Snape took his hand away from Harry’s, putting his thumb and forefinger on his
chin.  Harry looked up with a sweet gaze, a little unconfident. 
“Harry—I felt the same way.  It was…perfect, for the lack of a better word.” 
Snape caressed his chin, “You were absolutely perfect, Harry.”
The younger wizard’s heart skipped a beat, halting his breath.  He never
thought he’d hear those words from Snape’s mouth.  The man never described
anything…or anyone…as ‘perfect.’  He was critical, usually, of everything.
Harry finally got his train of thought back.  “Y-y-you did?  But I
was…nervous.” 
Snape ran his fingers through Potter’s unkempt hair.  “And you thought I
wasn’t?”  It sounded like a breathy whisper, as if he was afraid to speak.
Harry thought about that.  “Well, you seemed to know what to say…I mean, do. 
Do and say.  Uhm.”  He blushed hard.  He couldn’t concentrate with Snape
running his hands on him. 
Snape bit his lip, giving a fierce gaze.  “Oh, but Harry—the things you said to
melast night…”  He watched Harry lick his lips, remembering it all.  His eyes
darkened to that beautiful deep emerald colour.
Harry cleared his throat.  “I…the words just came out.”  And gods, it felt
amazing.  He closed his eyes for a moment.  He could feel his prick getting
hard.
Severus hummed in a low, rich voice, “Mmmm…do you remember the things you said
about my cock?”  His eyebrow rose.
Harry could hardly concentrate.  His breathing was a little unsteady.  “Yeah,”
he gasped, “I remember.” 
Severus smiled at him.  He leaned in to whisper in Harry’s ear, very low-toned,
“Mister Potter…” Harry shivered at that nick-name, but Snape continued, “Your
dirty-talk about my cock growing inside you…”  Snape paused to kiss Harry’s
neck, then continued, “did you mean it?”
Harry’s jaw dropped.  His cock was definitely paying more attention than his
brain, at this point.  He rasped, “Fuck.  Uhm.  Yes, I…I could feel it
expanding.”  His mouth felt dry—Severus kept sucking on a tender spot on his
neck.  “I felt you against my prostate and I could tell it was getting
bigger…oh Merlin…”  He kissed Snape’s neck back, which elicited a moan.
Snape caught his breath, pulling back to look into Harry’s eyes.  He brushed
some hair out of his face.  “And after that?”  He whispered.  Harry gulped,
wanting to kiss him, but he felt he had to respond.  “Oh…you mean, after
you…erm…got bigger?  Well…I remember you were…uh, thrusting,” he licked his
lips, “…a lot faster.  I watched you.  You whimpered…and…I held you in place…” 
I wanted you so badly.  He finished with much effort out of breath. 
Snape inched a little closer to his lips.  “And what did you say to me?”
Harry’s memory flashed.  “Oh my god.”
Snape smiled.  “Yes?”
Harry blushed crimson.  “I wanted…I said that I wanted you to cum inside me so
that I could feel you…filling me up.  Oh god.”  He remembered now, that’s for
sure.  Bloody hell, what was I on?
Snape hissed, “Yes, that’s right.  So dirty.”
Harry was surprised, leaning forward a little, wanting to kiss the man again
already.  “I…you were too, Severus.” 
He smirked.  “Oh, I know, Potter.”  He put a finger on Harry’s plump, wet
bottom lip.  “You tasted so amazing down my throat.”
Harry, as if involuntarily, spoke, “I want…I…”  He was too distracted to
think.  He looked at Snape’s mouth, leaning forward to kiss those tempting lips
before him.
Snape groaned into his mouth, bucking against his hips.  Apparently he’s as
bloody horny as I am.  Harry thought before thrusting against him.  “Fuck.” 
Snape rasped, spelling off their clothing.  He summoned the jar of lubricant. 
“May I?”
Fuck me senseless?  Harry spread his legs wide, his cock sticking straight up. 
“P-please.”
Severus took his mouth again before stretching him.  Harry moaned at the
sensation of Severus rubbing a wet finger around his hole.  It felt strangely
erotic.  “Do it.”  He said, wanting to feel that cock again.
“Wait.”  Severus said, teasing his hole a little more until Harry let him in. 
Harry gasped at the cold gel, but tried to not push back against the
intrusion. 
Severus worked Harry’s cock with his free hand, sliding in further with his
finger.  “Mmm…that’s right. Just let me in, Harry.”
Harry gasped when the second finger was added.  It felt a little weird, but he
remembered that spot that made him writhe. 
Severus added a third finger, stretching him out.  He looked into Harry’s
eyes.  “Tell me what you want.”
Harry licked his lips.  “Put it inside...”  It was an erotic whisper.
Snape pushed his finger against that sensitive spot.  “Oh gods!  Please! 
Again!”  Harry babbled.
Snape whimpered, hitting that spot once more.  He still stretched him—putting
safety first, always. 
“Oh fuck!”  Harry yelped.  He snapped his eyes back at Severus with a fiery
gaze.  “Please!  Fuck…”  He babbled again.
Snape slicked his throbbing member with the lubricant.  He stopped when the tip
was inside that tight hole.  Harry whimpered.  “More!  More, please, more!”
Snape looked at him in awe.  He looked so beautiful like this, all strung out. 
“I love you.”
Harry looked into those caring eyes.  “I love you so much.”  And he did.  He
meant it.
Snape looked at him, leaning over him closer as he slid in. 
Harry grabbed onto Snape’s back, pushing him down.  Snape kissed him
passionately as he entered that tight channel.
“Fuck, Harry,” he groaned, “you’re so tight.”  He groaned again.
He stopped halfway, looking down at the younger, who was already writhing
against him.  He whimpered in pleasure, wrapping his legs around Snape’s arse. 
“Sev…”
Severus kissed his neck and pushed further, further until he found that spot
inside Harry.
He looked at Harry, whimpering, not recognizing his own voice.  “Oh…”
Harry grabbed onto his back and lifted his arse.  He looked into Snape’s
eyes—the man was trying hard to keep his composure.  His hair veiled them as he
moved slowly inside, then slowly out. 
“Severus…” Harry whispered as he gazed into his partner’s eyes, just wanting
him and him alone. 
Snape felt electrified as he heard his name from Harry’s mouth.  Those bright
green eyes and parted pink lips.  So lovely.
Harry gasped loudly as Snape increased his speed, penetrating him deeper. 
“Harry,” Snape whispered, looking into pleading eyes, just before he plunged
his long cock against Harry’s prostate. 
Harry yelled out.  Snape made the same movement—watching Harry writhe. 
“Harry…” those green eyes snapped back into his.
Without thinking, his mouth latched onto Harry’s lips.  He slid all the way
into that tight channel, just staying there. 
Harry waited for more thrusts, but instead, he felt Severus make small, quick
movements.  Harry thought he’d cum right then, but he held back.  He parted
from Snape’s lips, looking at him as he tried to contain himself.  He touched
his cheek as Severus rocked him back and forth quickly.  It was so bloody
erotic.
“Severus.”  Harry put his thumb on the corner of Snape’s lips.  He watched
Snape come completely undone—eyes pinched shut, back arched.  He looked down at
the younger wizard with fire in his eyes, grabbing both of his shoulders,
making quicker thrusts.
Harry quivered each time his prostate was hit—he felt his cock swelling.  With
each thrust, he yelped out in pleasure.  “There!  There!  There!”  He gasped,
arching into any touch he could get. 
Severus heartily groaned as Harry spread his legs wider, wrapped around him. 
Did he even know how delicious he looked?
His ballsack slapped against Harry’s bum.  “Fuck…” He groaned deeply, holding
Harry closer. 
Harry bit his lip and groaned back, reaching down to touch his weeping cock. 
Severus reached down quickly to grab his cock instead. 
Harry rolled and whimpered at the grip of Snape’s hand around his tender
prick.  “I—” he gritted his teeth, “I!  I can’t!  Oh fuck!”  He looked into the
man’s eyes.  With the man’s iron cock fucking him inside his arse, gods, he
couldn’t hold on…
Severus gave Harry a few strokes and watched him writhe, his body completely
giving into temptation.  “Oh, fuck…Harry.  Harry…cum for me.”  Those green eyes
looked into his for a moment.  Snape continued.  “Please…Harry.”  He stroked
that cock at a lightning pace, fucking him at the same speed. 
Harry pulled in Sev’s cock, feeling it expand, looking at the man fuck him and
stroke him.  It was all too much!  Gods, far, far too much…the way he pounded
him with a half-sneer, yet half-pleading eyes.  The way his strong hand felt
gripping his lengthened, tender cock.  He looked at the beauty of Severus Snape
really, genuinely fucking him.  Those grunts he gave when he wanted to cum, but
waited for him. 
Harry wrapped his legs tight around the man’s arse.  “I-I-I’mgonnacum!”
Snape growled, “Yes…”
Harry felt the vibrations in his arse, the way his prostate was screaming at
him in pleasure, and that fucking gaze left him completely senseless.  “I-I-I” 
He whimpered with each fast thrust, “SeverusohgodSEVERUS!”
His channel tightened around that monstrous cock, but Severus kept pounding
away.  Harry felt himself arch up, a stream of cum hitting the man’s face. 
Snape stroked with vigor, massaging each strand out of him.  White sticky seed
shot onto Snape’s chest as he fucked him hard. 
“God yes!”  Harry yelped, so dearly spent, staring at his partner. 
Severus was on the last of his wits.  He gently let go of Harry’s spent cock,
spreading those arsecheeks wide.  “Yes…” He growled again, still thrusting.
Harry looked at him, groaning at the sight, “Cum for me—please.”
Severus whimpered—whimpered Harry’s name—“I’m cumming…Harry…”
Severus felt his cock reach into Harry—far inside—shooting thick, sticky seed
into that needy hole.  Harry took it all, so wanton, so delicious with the
noises he was making.  Those beautiful globes spread apart, and the feeling of
his cock inside hisHarry—balls deep—filling him up—it was enough to make his
eyes roll back again, just like the first time they fucked.  He is
mine! Severus thought, growling, holding him down.  “You are MINE.”  He
groaned, vibrating, humping his hole until the last of his seed was deep inside
his Harry.  He kissed him hard on the lips instinctively—in fact, all of this
seemed like instinct, down to the very words—and he nudged his prostate for the
final time, hammering him.  “Cum again, my Harry.”  He growled, looking deep
into those dark, hot green eyes.
Harry came once more in thick spurts—just from seeing how hot and bothered
Snape was.  He was amazed he could, but he did, and he came all over his
stomach.  It seemed impossible to him.  “Yours!  Yours!  Yours, Severus!” He
kissed his partner after shaking against him, unsure of why he was speaking
those words—not that he didn’t meanit—but it was strange, like he didn’t have a
choice in saying them. 
Just as he was thinking that, Severus growled, looking into his eyes.  “Who.
Do. You. Be-long. To?”
Harry whimpered back, “Y-you.  Only you.”  Harry had to say it—felt compelled
to say it.  “I am yours.”
Severus was completely spent, as was Harry.  After removing his cock from
Harry’s arse, as if uncontrollably, both men fell into a deep, interesting
slumber.
***** Chapter Thirty-Six: Salazar and Godric *****
Chapter 36: Salazar and Godric
It was dark, damp, and cold.  Where am I?  Harry asked himself.  He tried to
blink—he couldn’t feel a thing. 
His first instinct was to speak.  He mouthed the word, Hello?  But he could not
hear himself.  A cold shiver ran down his spine, and he began to worry.  Where
is Severus?
Then he remembered—the mind bond!  Even though we took that potion, perhaps it
will still work?  It was his last shot. 
He tried to think the words as “loudly” as possible.  Severus?  SEVERUS?  Can
you hear me?
No answer.
~~
Severus awoke on a dusty, hard-wood floor.  Everything was so dim—he could
barely see. 
Fuck—he thought, as he realized he actually couldn’t see anything in front of
his eyes.  He called out, but his voice was muted, and only Merlin knew why.
This is it, he thought to himself, Hell. He wanted to chuckle to himself for
his own dark sarcasm in this grim moment.  Finally, he’d gotten what he
deserved.  Potter would be better off without him.
He blinked—Nevertheless…what if I’ve been kidnapped? He creased his brow,
though he could not feel it—trying to think of something, anything.  Was he
hexed?  Was this a prank? 
But how could it have been, when Harry and himself had been fast asleep in his
quarters? 
Then, he remembered: despite the potion they had taken, they had still managed
to hear each other’s thoughts after making love.  He mentally sighed.  I have
to try, he thought.
Harry!  Harry, can you hear me?  Are you alright?
~~
Dumbledore sat in his study, waiting for Godric and Salazar to arrive.  He
sipped his tea and took a lemon drop.  Might as well take another!  He popped
another one in to his mouth.  Oh, lemon drops, not even in the afterlife do
they get tiresome.  He chuckled to himself.
The fireplace flared—in came both Godric and Salazar.  Godric looked very
noble, wearing a long, gold and red cloak.  He shaved his beard, Dumbledore
thought to himself. 
He then looked at Salazar, who had lost that pale tinge—or, most of his pale
tinge—to his skin colour.  He looked quite healthy—not as skinny.  His eyes
darted the room—Dumbledore watched him clear his throat.  He was always a bit
awkward.  He remembered.
“Ah, gentlemen!”  Dumbledore stood up out of his chair, “I am so pleased you
both could make the trip.  It is quite an honor to meet you.”  He bowed in
respect.
Both of them bowed back, Godric speaking first.  “Oh, but Sir Dumbledore—the
pleasure is ours.  We have watched you for many, many years.” 
Salazar chimed in, “Yes, we certainly have.  The true honor is to make your
acquaintance.  Your reputation as a war hero is the talk of the afterlife.” 
His voice was actually deeper than Dumbledore imagined it to be.
He smiled at them both, “That is very kind of you.  Though, I believe Severus
Snape—and Harry Potter, of course—along with many others, such as Neville
Longbottom, Ms. Grainger, and the Weasley’s, are the greatest heroes of all. 
Alas,” he summoned some tea for them along with some chairs and a small table,
“there are so many things to discuss.  Would either of you like some tea? 
These lemon drops do hit the spot!”  He swallowed another.
Salazar chuckled, sitting down next to Godric.  “I think I would fancy a lemon
drop!  Godric isn’t much for sweets, though, I’m afraid.”  He looked over to
Godric, who rolled his eyes playfully at Salazar.
“Love—you know it embarrasses me when you put me on the spot like that!”  He
blushed.
Dumbledore sipped his tea.  I shall write all this down later!  “Your
bantering, if it is not an imposition of me to say, is as sweet as the lemon
drops.”
He sipped his tea while Godric just laughed and Salazar blushed crimson. 
“Ahem,” Dumbledore began, “so, I believe we have a bit of an interesting
situation on our hands.  Severus Snape,” he paused, leaning forward, “and Harry
Potter, have acquired a magical bond.  But not just any bond, as you already
know.”
Godric and Salazar nodded.  Salazar started, “Yes, we have been watching
everything.  I thought we’d be the only—and the last—ones to ever manage to
complete such a bond.”
Dumbledore nodded in agreement, and Salazar continued, “We want to help them,
but there is no way for us to see them face to face.”
Godric added on, “But maybe you can help us, Sir.  We want to give you all the
information they need.  The problem is, we can’t do it ourselves, because we
never met them while we were living.  And, as you know, we don’t have a
portrait strong enough to speak to them for more than a few words.”  Dumbledore
thought about that—he knew that one could only speak to people who have passed
if they knew them from their life, or if they happened to have a very powerful
portrait, such as the Fat Lady.  Otherwise, it is quite impossible for them to
cross, no matter how powerful the witch or wizard was in their lifetime.  Of
course, if the dead wanted to meet others who had passed, both parties had to
agree. 
Godric continued, “Only a select few people knew about our bond, you see—but
Potter and Snape are hot targets.  Not only are they famous, but there are
still people out there who want them dead.  The death eaters that had escaped,
just to name a few.”  He said, creasing his brow.
Dumbledore replied, “Please—call me Albus.  I agree with you—both of
you—however, there is one other way that we can help them.”
Godric looked at him in confusion.  Salazar smirked, “Albus—you genius man.”
Godric looked at him, dumbfounded.  “But there’s no way!  Everyone knows that!”
Dumbledore smiled with a twinkle in his eye.  “There is a certain,” he paused
to look at Salazar, “loophole in the system.  And it was founded by none other
than Salazar Slytherin himself.”
That’s when Slytherin chuckled, “You do give me too much credit, Albus!”
Godric’s face got red.  “Will someone tell me what is going on?”  He turned to
Salazar, “How could I not know about something you created, love?”
Salazar rolled his eyes.  “Well, it never came up.  And besides, no one
believes it can be done anyway—all they have to go on are rumors.  This theory
I developed,” he paused, looking regretful, “was never published.  It was
goingto be titled ‘Dreaming Dead.’  Actually—Albus, how in the world did you
know about it?”  He looked at him puzzled.
Albus continued to smile.  “Yes, well—I had no idea if it was true.  It was a
complete guess!  Haha!”  He chuckled, sipping more tea, then putting it down. 
“Though, one thing about you that I know is that you are a very smart man, and
if any rumor were to be true—why not this?  It’s quite brilliant—a spell for
the passed souls—who have never met the people they wish to see—to meet them! 
And how?  By entering their dreams!  Haha!”  He looked delighted.
Salazar beamed, “Thank you!  So much, sir—Albus.  As you have probably heard, I
was very interested in Dream Theories.”
Godric nodded, “I had heard the rumors, but love, I never knew it was true. 
Everyone knows you’re brilliant though—so I’m not surprised.”  Salazar smiled
at him warmly.
Godric turned to Albus with courage.  “So, how do we test out this theory of
ours?”
Dumbledore got up out of his chair, “Follow me.” 
***** Chapter Thirty-Seven: Vital Information *****
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Vital Information
===============================================================================
 
Godric took Salazar’s hand.  The Gryffindor turned his head, with his eyes
meeting his partner’s. 
Salazar only nodded, smiled slightly, and stepped forward.  “Do not let go of
my hand, love.”
Godric nodded, “I won’t.”  They both sat down in two chairs, facing each
other.  In order to enter Harry and Severus’ dream, they were going to have to
be unconscious.  They had already taken the potion Salazar had concocted in
order to allow the incantation to work.
The Slytherin got his wand from his robes, letting out a breath.  I hope this
works.
He cleared his throat, pointing his wand at his own head, “Sinite introire
somnii huius: Harry Potter, & Severus Snape.”
He then pointed to Godric’s forehead, “Concede ad somnium, Godric Gryffindor &
Salazar Slytherin.”
Suddenly, Salazar’s wand fell to the floor, and both men were unconscious.
~~HP/SS~~
Harry felt very cold, in this dark place.  He turned his head, looking behind
him. 
He saw a figure—could it be Severus?  He slowly moved forward, reaching for his
wand—but he couldn’t find it.  He started to panic, but there was no one else
here.  This might be his only hope to escape this dark place.
Harry got close enough to see the man was turned away from him, looking off
into the distance.  “S-Severus?  Is that you?”
~~HP/SS~~
Snape looked far into the distance, but he couldn’t see anyone.  Harry
obviously wasn’t here. 
He came to the conclusion that this was hell.  His grandparents had been
right—it existed after all.  For all the times he mocked it…
He sighed largely, wondering what his punishment would be. 
“S-Severus?  Is that you?”  Snape jumped at the voice, turning around.
“Harry?”  He jumped forward, grasping his partner in a tight hug.  “Why are you
here?”
Harry sighed in his ear, “I thought you would know.”
Severus just froze for a moment—shyly breaking the hug they were in, realizing
what he’d done.  He cleared his throat, “Why should I know?”  He took a quick
glance around.  “It seems…like an alternate reality.”
Harry’s eyes widened.  “But how did we get here?  We would’ve had to travel
here somehow, right?”  He ran his hand through his hair.
Snape nodded, “That, or someone broke into my rooms, and placed us here.”  A
shiver went down his spine.  Did they find out about our bond?
Suddenly, the place started to blur and spin.  “Severus!”  Harry yelled,
putting his arms around his partner.  He wouldn’t lose him again. 
They went to their knees and held each other until the room stopped spinning.
~~HP/SS~~
Harry and Severus looked up from their embrace to see two tall men.  Harry
recognized them after a moment, and so did Severus.  They both stood up—and
Severus was very aware that Harry was holding his hand.  He blushed, despite
himself.
“A-are you…?”  Harry spoke softly.  “Where are we?”
Salazar and Godric bowed, “Forgive us for the abrupt intrusion,” Godric
started, “but this was the only way we knew how to communicate with you.  In
your dreams.”
Salazar cleared his throat, “Yes, as you both might know, one cannot
communicate with spirits unless they knew them in their lifetime.  Before I
died, I was working on this theory…”
“Dreaming Dead.”  Severus interrupted, “So then it must be true…you really are
Salazar Slytherin?” 
“And Godric Gryffindor?”  Harry asked, excitedly. 
Both older wizards nodded, smiling.  “We know,” Godric started again, “that
Albus told you about the bond you share—but we have more information for you.”
Salazar nodded, “Much more, in fact.”  He blushed, “We know that you both had
tried to…abstain from seeing each other—which did not work.  As you found out,
there can be detrimental side-effects, mentally and physically.”
Harry nodded, “Yes, I was covered in rashes, and Severus…was experiencing
depression.” 
Severus agreed, nodding once.  Salazar continued, “Yes, and I understand that
you both have been hearing each other’s thoughts?”
“Only when we have thoughts about each other, or when we want to hear each
other, yes.”  Severus answered, tightening his grip on Harry.
Godric nodded, smiling a bit.  “Yes, we experienced that at first, too.  It
gets easier, don’t worry.  That bond will grow overtime, but it will make you
stronger.  That is…if you want to continue with it.”
Salazar cut him off, “And the dreams you’ve been having are no coincidence,
either.  That is a way for your bond to stay healthy—if you miss each other,
even when sleeping, your mind will take you to where you need to be: with each
other.”
“Wait.”  Harry stopped them, “What do you mean, ‘if we want to continue with
it?’   Are you saying that there’s another option?”
Severus’ eyes widened when Godric spoke again, “Yes.  You see, the bond has not
been fully completed.  It can be reversed.”
Salazar added, “The way that you can complete it is by…and excuse my
crudeness…there is just no way around it.”  He sighed, “Um…if both partners
have not only…consummated, but…penetrate each other.  On different occasions of
course.”  He blushed.
Godric started laughing, then coughed, “Sorry.  Yes, he’s right.  You see, your
bond is one that only we have experienced, and after we…completed our bond, we
realized that there in fact was a way to reverse it.”
Severus cringed at that thought.  Harry looked pained as well.
“In order to reverse it, you must summon Tempus.”  Salazar said. 
“That is impossible!”  Severus exclaimed.  “Tempus fell off of the face of the
earth, damned for eternity!” 
“Who’s Tempus?  I assume he has something to do with time, due to the spell…” 
Harry trailed off, confused.
Godric intervened, “Yes, Harry—Tempus is Latin for ‘time.’  Casting Tempus will
tell you the time of day, but calling upon him is completely different.”
Salazar sighed, “To answer you, Severus, you are of course, correct.  He was
damned—until he found a way to do something that saved us all.”  The Slytherin
looked at Harry.  “You see, even when damned, he was still aware of the rise of
Voldemort.”
Snape shuddered at that name—and used so unexpectedly. 
Salazar continued, “He knew that there would be a grave sacrifice…and he made
an offer.  The damned are quite desperate to free their souls, so they can walk
among the plane in which we reside.  We feel peaceful, while they feel pain. 
Only those who are truly beyond saving are damned.
“And so the higher powers agreed to his offer.  He is no longer in pain, but he
is on a different plane than we are.  And he used his power to save one person,
by turning back time.”  Salazar sighed deeply, smiling.  “He foresaw you, Harry
Potter, dying the day that both your parents died.” 
Harry was taken aback.  “So I was supposed to die?”
Salazar hummed, “Technically, yes—however, Tempus not only saw a way to redeem
himself for what he had done…he foresaw a very, very bleak future for witches
and wizards.  Unless he saved you, Harry.  And just before Voldemort killed
your mother, Lily…may she rest in peace…he paused time, and told her to stand
in front of your crib to save you.  For, in the future he originally foresaw,
she held you as Voldemort killed her—and, you fell on your head.  Voldemort
wouldn’t have even had to use the unforgivable.”  He shook his head. 
Harry was floored.  He felt numb.  “Oh my gods.  But…what did Tempus do to
deserve eternal damnation?” 
Severus stroked Harry’s hand, “He was abusing his own power.  He has always
been known as the keeper of time—and he changed time according to his own
desires…so much so that he put muggles at risk.”
Godric nodded, “Yes—and not just once.  One could say, he’s had a lot of time
to think since then…but, nevertheless, his power got the best of him.  He ended
up killing people that could have prevented earlier wizarding wars from
occurring.  He…used his powers for evil and malice, and he enjoyed it.”
Severus nodded, “I’ve only read such things.  That he started out as a neutral
party—one who simply guarded time so that no one could change things.”
Harry rubbed his forehead, “Wow.  Well, this is a bloody lot to take in.”
Godric stepped closer, “I know.  I’m sorry, Harry—it is a lot to wrap the mind
around, so to speak.  But please don’t think too much on Tempus and his past…it
will only give you a headache.”  He gave a small smile. 
Severus stuttered, “But you are telling us there is another option…if we want. 
Our bond seems…”
“Dangerous.”  Salazar finished, “Yes, that is correct.  If word got out that
Harry Potter and Severus Snape could be killed, just by separating them for a
couple of weeks…”
Harry finished, “Then they’d take up the offer.  Figures someone else wants me
dead out there.”
Snape nodded grudgingly, “The remaining Death Eaters, perhaps.”
Salazar and Godric stood in front of Harry and Severus.  “I’m afraid that we
are running out of time…but we have told you all you need to know.  Oh!” 
Salazar said quickly, “I almost forgot!  To summon Tempus, you will need to
contact Albus.  He will know what to do.”
“It was…such an honor to meet you both.”  Severus bowed, “I’ve always wanted to
meet the head of Slytherin.”
Harry also bowed, “And Godric Gryffindor.  Such an honor.”
Both men laughed, “Oh but the honor is ours!”  Godric waved his hand down, “To
meet the heroes who saved so many from Voldemort?”
“Yes, I agree with Godric—you two are much more interesting than we are!”  He
snickered.
Then, suddenly, there was a white, bright light. 
The two men disappeared. 
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***** Chapter Thirty-Eight: So Many Options *****
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Chapter Thirty-Eight: So Many Options
Both Severus and Harry woke up at the same time—immediately knowing that what
they both experienced was not a dream. 
Harry was the first to close the space between them and quickly embrace his
partner.  Severus held him closely, smelling his hair.  He didn’t mean to, but
he let out a contented moan.
Harry sighed of relief.  They parted for a moment to look at each other. 
“Severus…do you think…you could just hold me for a while?”  Harry asked, wide
eyed. 
Severus nodded.  He tangled Harry in his arms and legs.  Harry scooted over so
he could listen to Severus’ heartbeat.  He felt indescribably sad.
Severus hugged him tightly.  He felt pained—but at the same time, very much in
love with the man he was holding.  He didn’t want anything to happen to him.  I
don’t want to break the bond…but I wonder if it is the only way for either of
us to be safe?
Harry was so obsessed with his own thoughts, he did not hear his partner’s
thoughts in his mind.  His feelings felt like a downward spiral.  If they
finalized their bond, they could love each other forever, without a doubt—and
possibly be very happy for the rest of their lives.
But if they broke their bond…
They would be safer.  Neither of them would have to worry as much, at least,
about getting killed if something happened to the other. 
Harry didn’t realize it, but he started crying silently.  Severus felt the
wetness on his chest—he immediately looked down at Harry, who was still
clutching onto him.
“Harry?”  He whispered.  Harry looked up at him with tears in his eyes, now
aware that his cheeks were wet.  Severus wiped the tears away and, without
warning, kissed him hard.  He passionately massaged his lips against Harry’s,
who quivered in his arms, but soon calmed down and kissed back.
They separated, and Severus looked into Harry’s eyes.  “I am not leaving you,
Harry.” 
Harry traced a pattern on his arm.  “But it’d be safer to—”
He put a finger to Harry’s lips.  “We don’t have to think about that right
now.”  He took his finger away, watching Harry’s expression.  “Let me make you
breakfast.  Or, I can watch you make it, if you prefer.”  He gave a soft
smile. 
Harry beamed, “Oh—well, I suppose I am very hungry.  Erm…what do you like to
eat in the morning?”
Severus kissed him, “Anything you wish.”  Besides your cock, that is.  He
thought.
“Brilliant.”  Harry said, happily.  He got out of bed, realizing he was naked,
then shrugged it off, and went to the kitchen.
He decided to get out some eggs, toast, and sliced up watermelon.  Nothing too
difficult to make, but enough to help them recover from their bouts of
lovemaking.
It gave Harry a shiver just thinking about it.  He got out the plates, then
looked down at his cock.  It was already half hard remembering how it felt to
finally have Severus inside him.
He wandlessly summoned one of Severus’ long shirts.
“My my, Harry.  This looks excellent.”  Severus breathed on his neck, kissing
him there.
Harry shivered, “Thanks Sev.  All that fucking’s starved me.”  He snickered,
“Well, not everywhere I guess.”
He turned around to hand Severus his plate.  “You tempting little thing.”  He
sat down across from Harry at the medium sized table. 
Harry scarfed down his food when Severus was only half-done.  “Oh, I think I
ate too fast.”  Harry rubbed his head, drinking some water. 
“It’s quite alright.”  Severus replied.  He had a hunch why Harry ate so
fast—it probably had to do with his awful relatives.
Harry sighed, “Well, I’m off to the loo.”
Severus nodded, finishing his well-made breakfast.  He couldn’t help but notice
Harry’s prominent erection before he walked away.
He performed a teeth-cleaning charm just when he heard the shower turn on.
He smirked to himself and walked inside the bathroom.
~~HP/SS~~
Harry decided he needed to wank.  He wanted to take a shower anyway, and
Severus probably wasn’t up for another fuck right now—not with the information
they just heard about.  It’s too overwhelming for him, probably.
He turned on the water, closing the shower doors.  He felt the water run down
his back—he immediately relaxed.  He grabbed his erection, stroking it, closing
his eyes, imagining Severus doing this to him.
Suddenly, his fantasy was interrupted by the real thing.  He heard Severus drop
his clothes, then watched him enter the shower.  His dark eyes swept over
Harry’s body like it was an ice-cream treat.  When his gaze fixed on Harry’s
cock, Harry stroked it once unintentionally.
Severus came beside Harry, underneath the hot water.  “Are you still hungry,
Harry?”
Harry didn’t know how to respond.  He licked his lips and nodded.  Severus
smirked, “Why didn’t you say so?”  Then he got on his knees in the shower,
pushed Harry against the wall, and sucked the straining cock in front of him.
“Oh god!”  Harry cried.  He gasped, panting, running his hand through Severus’
wet strands of hair.  He felt the man masterfully bob up and down his cock,
sucking on it perfectly.
Severus focused on the tip of Harry’s cock, licking it, stroking the rest while
his tongue gently rubbed against the slit.  Harry moaned and writhed, begging
him.
“Please—please…”
Severus gave him another suck before looking up at him, “Tell me what you need,
Mister Potter.”
Harry’s eyes darkened at the nickname.  “You know what I need, Professor.” 
Then Harry kissed him, dragging him up by his arms.  He ripped his mouth away
and spun around, getting on his hands and knees.  “Fuck me.”
Severus bit his lip, moaning at the sight of Harry displayed in front of
him—all his for the taking.  “Accio lubricant.”  He said, after opening the
shower door.  It flew into his hand, and he closed the door again.
“Harry…”  Snape said as he pushed one lubricated finger into that tight arse,
“do you want me?”
Harry gasped and threw his head back.  “Yes…”
Severus probed his arse with one finger, stretching him out with another. 
“Even after breakfast, you’re still hungry?”  He seethed, gently pushing
against his prostate.
“Oh!”  Harry cried from the friction.  “Do it again!”  He pushed back onto
Severus’ two fingers.
He added a third finger, stretching him completely.  “You didn’t answer me,
Mister Potter.”
Harry looked back at him with demanding, hot eyes.  The water was beating down
on Severus’ back, and he knew by that look that neither of them would last
long.
Harry licked his lips, sticking out his arse.  “I need to be fed, Sir.  Not
full—not even after breakfast.”  His arse-hole was gleaming with the lubricant.
Severus slicked his long, bulky cock with the slippery substance.  “Oh?  And
what do you expect me to do about that, Mister Potter?”  He toyed.  He knew
Harry liked this—and it certainly made things more interesting.
Harry blushed, “You…know how to…feed me.” 
Snape pushed the tip of his cock just against his entrance, not giving his cock
to him just yet.  “Tell me, Mister Potter—feed you, how?  I need you to
instruct me.” 
Harry bit his lip.  “You tease.”  Severus clicked his tongue.  “Language,
Mister Potter.”
Harry smirked back at him.  “Alright, Professor.”  He paused, “I need you to
feed me with your cock inside my arse.  Make me feel full again.  Please…”
Snape was the one to bite his lip this time.  His cock twitched in excitement
against that eager hole.  “Very well, Mister Potter.”  He moaned as he felt his
cock being sucked in slowly by his partner.  “Yess…” he seethed, as Harry’s
hole closed in around him.
Harry gasped, “Oh…yes…that’s it…”  He pushed back against the large bulk inside
him, pushing it in further.  It already brushed against his prostate, and it
wasn’t all the way in yet.  Harry groaned out, clutching the bottom of the tub.
Severus grabbed Harry’s arsecheeks and spread them wide, making a little
movement against his prostate again, just to hear that delicious noise from his
partner. 
“Ohhh…”  Harry whimpered. 
Severus spoke again in a low voice, “Is it enough?  Do you want more, Potter?”
Harry thought his cock was going to fall off from holding back.  “I want all of
it, Professor.  Give it to me, please.”  And with that, Severus jolted the rest
of his cock inside his tight hole, making him whimper out, “Yess!”
The Professor talked through his teeth, trying not to move just yet.  “Why do
you need it, Mister Potter?  Tell me why you need my cock.” 
Harry’s chest was heaving.  “I—I need…your cock so you can fuck me, Professor. 
So you can fill me up with your seed.  I need it to feel full, Sir.”  Harry
said, whimpering, at the Professor’s mercy.
Severus thrusted out, then in, out, and in again.  “That’s a good boy.”  He
quickened his rhythm and fucked him at a steady pace.   “Such a good boy,
Harry…”
Harry screamed in pleasure each time his prostate was hit, in almost every
thrust.  “Yes!  Yes!  Yes, Professor!”
Snape growled, digging his fingernails into Harry’s smooth hips.  “Can you feel
it, Potter?  Feel my cock lengtheninginside you, giving you what you need?”  He
continuously pounded into Harry’s arse, feeling him shake against him.  Now he
grabbed him by his legs and pounded him.
“Gods!  Oh yes!  Professor!”  Harry cried out, bowing his body to the waves of
pleasure.
Harry continued babbling.  “I want it!  I need to feel full again!”  He could
hear the slaps of skin against skin.
Severus seethed, “Mister Potter—so dirty.  Telling me you want to swallow my
cum into your greedy tight little arse?”  He sped up, and Harry let him pound
him into oblivion.
“Yes-yes-yes-fuck-me!  I need you to come inside…please!  Please!”  Harry
arched up, feeling his balls rise up.  “That’s it!  That’s it, Professor! 
Please feed me your seed—my hole needs your cum—deep inside me!”   He felt his
hands clench.
Severus started shaking as he pounded, groaning deeply.  “Oh, Harry.  The way
your arse is deliciously clenching me…milking my cock!”  He held Harry in place
and thrusted very deeply, again and again.  “I want to feed your needy little
wanton hole!” 
“Oh!  Oh yes!  Just do it!”  Harry cried, desperate now.  “I’m going to cum! 
I’m going to cum while you fill me up, Severus!” 
Severus was feral in his movements as he succumbed to the pleasure about to rip
out of him.  “Yesssss….my cock is ready for you.  Ready to sink deep inside you
as I cum.”  He whispered in Harry’s ear, pounding him from behind still, his
hand snaking around to the front to grab Harry’s cock.
Harry felt the hand on his cock, needing release.  He was so bloody close to
exploding, with Severus licking his neck.  “Feed me!  Make me full!  So bloody
thirsty!  Need your cum NOW!”  He growled the last word and completely lost
control as his cock sputtered all over the bottom of the tub.  It didn’t stop.
 Severus growled in his ear, “Then open your arse wide, Harry.”he held Harry’s
arse in the air, directly against his groin so that he was filled completely. 
 “I’ll fill you up, love.  Just let my cock shoot the seed inside you. 
Yes…that’s it.  Be a good boy and I’ll cum inside just like you want.”
Severus rolled his eyes back and groaned in Harry’s ear, feeling his cock
pulsing and pulsing until he finally came inside that tightening hole—tightened
because Harry came, and was milking every drop from him.  He raised Harry’s
arse and buried himself into him—until he was inside to the very hilt.  He
wanted Harry to be able to taste his cock deep inside his arse, long and full. 
“How does my cum feel as it shoots inside you, Harry?”
Harry groaned shamefully loudly, moaned, writhed against that cock against his
prostate, arched up like a cat stretching.  “Oh Severus…it’s wonderful.  I can
feel the heat spreading inside.  I can feel your love flowing through me. 
It’s…it’s as if my arse is drinking you.”  Harry said wistfully, staying still
with his eyes closed.  He felt his arse soaking up the glorious thick liquid
from the beautiful man.  “That’s it, Severus—just let go.  Let my arse swallow
you whole.”
Severus poured into him, clutching him.  “I feel the same, my Harry. Your arse
pulses around me and I feel protected when I take you like this.  My cock was
begging to fill you.”  He felt the final streams of cum pulse out of him.  He
whispered in Harry’s ear, “I love how you take it.”  He stroked Harry’s cock
until he came again, until they both came in unison.  “I love how you keep
coming for me!”  He growled, thrusting against his prostate a final time.
Harry shrieked, knowing that his arse was nice and full.  He finally stopped
coming.  Both men collapsed onto each other, with the water hitting Severus’
back.  Severus was still buried inside of Harry as they turned their heads
toward each other and kissed.
This kiss was even more passionate than the others.  Each devoured each other
and toyed with their masterful tongues.  “Mmmm…my arse feels full.”  Harry
murmured between kisses.
Severus kissed him back, “I love filling you up, Harry.  Next time, just ask.”
Harry nodded and devoured his lips again.  "Yes, Sir."
***** Chapter Thirty-Nine: Pleasantries *****
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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Pleasantries
Harry stretched like a cat, rolling around on the bed. 
“Ungph.”  Severus grunted.  Harry forgot he wasn’t alone—he wasn’t sure
particularly why he forgot.  In fact…he couldn’t remember a lot of what
happened last night.
Harry got out of bed to walk to the loo.  He looked at his, usually ghostly,
however now his lively complexion.
Snape walked up behind him, “You appear better.”  That rich tone made Harry
shiver and turn around.  It felt so easy to wrap his arms around the other man,
looking into his eyes.
“What happened?  I don’t remember anything at all.”  Harry said quietly, his
brain still trying to piece things together.
“Mmm,” Severus hummed, “unfortunately you…fainted.”  Snape looked away,
unhooking himself from Harry’s arms. 
Harry suspiciously followed.  “Why would I faint?  And when did I faint?”
Snape looked back at him.  “We had a very pleasant morning…do you remember
that?”
Harry blushed deeply, clearing his throat.  There was a small, slight smile on
Snape’s face. 
“Er…I do.  Remember that, I mean.” 
Snape continued, “And after that?”  He drawled.
Harry shook his head.  “I just…that’s all I remember.  So, that was yesterday
then?”
Severus nodded.  “Indeed.  You fainted after…”  The ending to his sentence
ghosted his mouth, “…we both finished.”
Harry creased his brow.  “But…I don’t understand why I would faint.  It hasn’t
happened…any of the other times.”
Snape sighed, “Quite obviously.  I took the liberty of checking your blood
count, iron levels, glucose levels, among other things.”  He looked into
Harry’s green eyes. “Harry—I gave you much more than a Pepperup Potion to level
your health.”
Harry’s eyes widened.  “Am I still sick?”
Snape shook his head once, “No—you’re going to be fine.  It will just be
crucial to maintain your health.  I have noticed, you eat one or two meals per
day—sometimes very small meals.”
Harry hung his head, “Yeah, you don’t have to tell me…”
When he looked up, Snape was right in front of him.  “Harry.  I don’t blame
you.”  His eyes pierced Harry’s gaze.  Harry wrapped his arms around Severus
again and rested his head against Snape’s shoulder.  Snape held him tightly.
“Mmm…” Harry sighed, closing his eyes.  He did feel much better…and he knew all
that stress from the war, on top of his bad eating habits, took a toll on him. 
He looked up at Severus again, smiling slightly.  “Luckily, I’m sleeping with
one of the best Potions Masters in the World.” 
Snape smirked.  “Such flattery, Potter.” 
Harry shivered from the use of his last name.  He leaned in, closing his eyes
as he took Snape’s lips with his own.  Snape’s hot tongue entered his mouth and
Harry groaned.  Harry grabbed the back of the man’s nightshirt and kissed him
harder.
“I should…really…thank you…”  Harry muttered between long kisses.  He gently
walked forward until Severus was sitting on the bed. 
His hands were quick as he pulled off Snape’s black boxers, quickly collecting
that long erection in his grip.  Snape gasped in his mouth, “Wait.”
Harry stopped for a moment, only to find a potion being shoved at his face. 
“Drink this first.”
It didn’t taste bad, Harry thought right before taking Severus’ mouth again. 
He pumped that erection to life in his hands, loving the effect it had on
Severus.
Harry parted from that addicting mouth, kneeling between his Potion Master’s
legs.  Snape looked deliciously flushed, his mouth open a bit, his eyes wanting
more. 
Harry smiled coyly, saying, “Thank you,” right before taking as much of Snape’s
cock in his mouth as he could.  He looked at Snape, sucking up and down on his
cock.  The man’s expression broke—it was quite moving, actually.  Harry came up
for air and heard Snape whimper at the loss.  He trailed his tongue from root
to tip, sucking on one of Snape’s heavy balls.
“Sweet—Merlin!”  Snape panted, his hand moving to Harry’s head with a mind of
its own.
Harry moaned, “Mmm,” licking Severus’ cock again on the tip, “Do you like this,
Professor?”
Snape growled something incoherent.  Harry flicked his tongue into the slit of
Snape’s enlarged head.  He smiled with a knowing grin and sucked on the head. 
Snape’s hand held him there, but he stopped and licked those balls again.
“Professor?”  Harry asked politely, “How’s my technique?”
Then he took Snape’s length down to the hilt, opening his throat, still gagging
a little.  Snape’s hands were shaking, trying not to force Harry down for too
long—it was so bloody tempting.
Harry came up for air, licking the precum off of Snape’s leaking prick.  He
licked and licked, looking at Snape with those innocent looking green eyes.
“You—that’s…”  Snape said, trying to form words.  “Please…Potter…”
Harry stopped licking like an obedient student.  “Please what, Professor?”
Snape gasped at the loss of Harry’s touch.  “Do that…again, Potter.”
Harry smiled evilly.  “With pleasure, Sir.”
Snape couldn’t stop his hands from gripping Potter’s hair as the man bobbed his
head up and down on his prick…taking all of it.  He gagged on his cock, but
stayed there regardless.  Merlin, it was too much.
Harry came up for breath, then went right back to sucking, using his hands to
play with Snape’s balls.  “Like that, Professor?”  He smirked.
Snape was a panting mess.  “Yes…yes…Potter.”
Harry stopped his motions, driving Snape mad.  “Should I stop, Sir?”
Snape gripped his hair.  “No.  I…I want you to go faster…”
Harry immediately sucked that cock again.  He stopped for a moment to say,
“Professor—your cock is so hard for me…it’s purple.”  He bobbed up and down on
Snape’s hardness, sucking forcefully.
The look on Snape’s face was of pure bliss.  Snape couldn’t help but hold Harry
down, slowly thrusting into his mouth.  “I…Potter…”
Harry came up for air, sucking off more precum.  “Professor—will you fuck my
mouth?”
Snape’s eyes pierced Harry’s.  “Potter—you are asking to be punished?”
Harry panted.  He was close to coming in his silk bottoms.  “It’s for the best,
Sir.”  He sucked the tip of that cock again, “You know that I’m a terribly
naughty student, don’t you Professor Snape?”
Snape’s eyes went darker.  “Suck on my cock to the hilt, boy.  For once, you
are finally right about something.”
Harry smiled, opened his throat and took Snape’s thick cock until he gagged. 
Snape hesitantly plunged out, then in Harry’s mouth.  He felt Harry gag around
his cock, his throat constricting. 
He plunged out, then in again—he started to go faster, losing all control. 
He was making the most embarrassing sounds.  “Harry…Harry…”  He moaned,
shaking, pushing Harry’s head to the base of his cock.  Harry sucked around his
cock, and that was all it took.
Harry moaned as Snape’s cock lengthened, shooting its thick seed down his needy
throat.  Snape let out a guttural moan, two more primal thrusts, “Oh, fuck! 
Harry…”
He looked down, so helplessly and at Potter’s mercy as he continued to come and
come down that tight channel.
Harry swallowed around his cock and lifted his head off of Severus’ now flaccid
member.  He licked all the cum off—Snape just watched in awe.  No one had ever
given him that kind of mind-blowing pleasure before—just from oral.
“Harry.”
Snape dragged Harry up by the hair to kiss him hard.  He tasted the cum in his
mouth. 
“…Thank you.”  Harry smiled into the kiss.
 
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter Forty: Mated (Part One) *****
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Chapter Forty: Mated (Part One)
Harry had been eating his meals, regaining his strength.  Severus had been busy
at work on his research to rid of the Dark Mark.  Both men thought about what
Godric and Salazar had told them, wondering what exactly was best for them.
On one hand, they could have this amazing, fulfilling bond.  On the other hand…
Someone could find out.  Someone could tear them apart and they would die.
Harry sighed as he thought about all this.  It had been a couple of days since
their informative dream.  Severus raised a brow at him over his weekly potions
magazine.  Knut for your thoughts?
Harry smiled and looked over at the man from where he was lying down on the
sofa.  Severus couldn’t help but smile a bit behind the magazine—Harry’s smile
was so contagious.
Harry looked at him and thought, Just thinking about our bond.
Severus set down the magazine and pondered, I see. He stood up from his chair
and went to the sofa.  Harry moved his legs and sat next to Severus. 
Harry took a breath and spoke, “I’ve been…well—there are just some things
that…”
Severus saw Harry shake a little.  He put a hand on his leg.  “Harry?  What is
it?”
Harry was nervous to ask about this.  But he had to ask. 
“There was…one thing that Godric and Salazar didn’t talk about.”  He looked
into Snape’s beautiful black eyes, a smile teasing his lips.  “Our bond—if we
choose to keep it.  Well…it’s just that I…”
Severus waited patiently, trying to keep himself calm.  He couldn’t imagine his
life without Harry Potter now, ironically enough.  “Whatever it is, Harry, I
need to know.  Please, tell me.”
Harry nodded once.  “WellIwaswonderingifitwaspossibleforustohavechildren?”
Severus blinked.  “Did you…just say…”
Harry cleared his throat.  “Sorry.  Erm.  Children?  Is it…possible?”  Harry
went red.
Snape was floored.  He had notexpected that question.  “I…must admit, I have no
idea.  I’ve only known male wizard creatures of bearing children, but…they are
half-human.”
Harry swallowed thickly.  “It’s not…that big of a deal but…I-just-thought-I’d-
ask-sorry.”  He turned away.  He had some tears forming in his eyes.  They
stung.
Severus stroked Harry’s hand.  “Harry—we will find out together if that is
possible, one day, given that we would keep our bond.”  He put two fingers on
Harry’s chin so he would look at him.  He saw the tears forming in his eyes. 
Severus looked at him with a pained expression.  Harry hadn’t expected him to
be this…understanding.  He always assumed Snape hated kids. 
Harry looked confused.  Severus wanted to explain, but those lips were so
tempting…
He cupped Harry’s cheek and kissed him gently, nipping at his bottom lip. 
Harry kissed him back with a breathy moan.  Severus lowly spoke against his
mouth, “Would you want children with me?”  He stole another kiss from Harry,
coaxing his mouth open.  Harry complied (as if he could deny such a thing) and
lost all train of thought.
When Severus broke the kiss, waiting for an answer, Harry finally said, “Yes. 
I mean, but…it’s far too early to—mmpfgh!”  Severus cut him off and kissed him
deeply.  Harry melted into that kiss, swimming in the depths of his emotions
for this man.  They broke apart for breath.
Snape looked at him in the eyes with such tenderness, Harry thought his mind
would melt. 
Severus licked his lips.  “You would want to…but, no one has ever…”
Harry was the one who jumped on him and kissed him hard, clawing at his shirt. 
“Yes.”  Harry gruffed into the man’s mouth.  He finally got a few buttons
unclasped. 
Severus took his hands and stopped him, looking him in the eyes with that same
heartfelt expression.  “You would go through all that…swollen with my child,”
he gulped, “you would want me as it’s father?”  He paused, waiting for Harry’s
reply.
Harry gulped and nodded, “I…I think so.  I just know…it’s important to me. 
And…” he bit his lip, “I mean, not for a while, maybe a long while,
but…sometime.  Sometime, yes.”  Harry said with a little more courage.
Severus whispered a spell to remove their clothing.  He pushed Harry onto his
back and sucked his cock to the hilt.
Harry looked at him with wide eyes, with his mouth gaping open.  Severus was
looking at him like never before—like he was everything in the world to this
man.  So much emotion was coursing through his veins, he thought he’d burst
right there.
Then Severus swirled his tongue around Harry’s plump, large cock, right before
coming up for air. 
He crawled on top of Harry like he was prey, touched his cheek, and let his
lips linger right above his own.  “Do you feel,” he breathed, puffs hitting his
lips, “how strongly our bond is begging to be completed, Harry?”  Severus
collected Harry’s sensitive prick with one hand, stroking him, making Harry
hiss. 
“Severus.”  Harry threw his head back.  He felt it.  Every fiber in his being
felt the need, the fire to complete their bond then and there.  “I want…”  He
was afraid to finish that sentence, but he thought too loudly, I want you as my
mate.
Severus felt himself lose control.  He hardly ever did. 
He licked Harry’s bottom lip, nipping at it.  “Do you know how tempting you
are, Mister Potter?  Do you know how much,” he paused, kissing his neck now, “I
would love to ride your fucking cock, just begging me for attention?”  He
circled Harry’s right nipple with his tongue.  Harry bucked and moaned, “Oh! 
Sir!”
Severus smirked wickedly.  Harry bucked against him, his cock twitching,
touching Snape’s smooth arse.  He was so close…
But did they really want this?
Everything in Harry’s body, mind, and soul wanted this, he knew.  Would it be
safe?  Most likely not.  Then again, he was Harry fucking Potter.  Having that
name would be dangerous enough on its own, and adding a bond to the mix
probably wouldn’t be wise.
But…
He truly loved Severus.  He could see himself having a future with him. 
Possibly even children.  But that was so far down the line, he mused. 
As his cock was twitching against Snape’s arse-hole, he could feel that
urge…that fucking drive to complete their bond.
“S-Severus.  Should we stop?” Harry asked, gritting his teeth in frustration.
Snape seemed to shake his head in confusion, trying to think clearly. 
“Harry…the urge.  It’s too strong.  I don’t…know if I can stop.”  He heard
Severus mutter a lubrication spell.
Harry came to his senses and moved out from under Severus.  He panted,
incredibly hard, “We should think about this first.”
Severus pinched his eyes shut and breathed until he was calm, “Yes…I seemed to
have been overtaken by my emotions.”  He opened his eyes, and Harry felt his
heart beat faster.
“I seem to still be…drawn to you, Harry.  Very…lured.”  He spoke with that
deep, rich voice Harry fell in love with, the one that made him cum. 
Severus stood, his erection jutting out, and held a hand for Harry.  Unknowing
of what to expect, Harry took his lover’s hand.  He was led to the bedroom, his
mind still swirling with questions. 
But as Severus Snape lied on his back on the bed, spreading his legs wide, his
questions melted away.  Harry licked his lips at the sight of Snape’s hole,
displayed for him.
And then, Snape begged him, “Harry—make love to me.”
Somehow, Harry was already on the bed, touching his lover’s skin, kissing him
tenderly.  His fingers were teasing Snape’s tight hole as the two men melted
together.  There was no questioning that they wanted this. 
Harry used his other hand to push some hair out of the man’s face.  “You are…”
he murmured, looking into those gorgeous black eyes, “so beautiful, Severus
Snape.”
Severus’ eyes widened in disbelief, and then he felt Harry’s lubricated finger
press against his tight hole.  He almost moaned, “You’re absolutely sure about
this, Harry?  Being with me?”
Harry kissed him, his tongue caressing Snape’s, his finger playing inside that
tight arse.  Yes, this is what he wanted.  This is what he’d been waiting for. 
This moment.
He growled into the man’s mouth, “I want you,” he put a second finger inside
the man, “so fucking badly.”  He began to stretch him, prepare him. 
Then he heard a sound from Snape that he’d never heard.  “Nghhoohh, ohhh!” 
Snape panted, closing his eyes in delight as Harry brushed against his
prostate.  “Please!”  It was such a desperate sound to hear from Snape, of all
people. 
Harry licked his lips and did it again, causing that same sexy groan to come
out of his lover’s mouth.  “Professor.”  He husked, adding a third finger. 
“You’re so fucking hot when you make that noise.”
Snape opened his eyes and bit his lip.  “Mister…Potter…if you don’t fuckme
soon, I will cum.” 
Harry stroked his cheek, removing his fingers.  “We wouldn’t want that.”
Harry murmured a spell to slick his cock with lube.  He looked down at Severus
for that final confirmation.
Severus spread his legs wider, begging with his eyes.  “I need you inside me. 
I…love you.  Please make love to me…complete our bond.”  His foot rubbed the
back of Harry’s leg, causing him to shiver.
Harry gave him a deep kiss, murmuring in his mouth, “I love you.” 
The tip of his cock was pressed to Snape’s entrance.  He looked down, then back
at Severus, who looked wanton as all hell.  He looked into Severus Snape’s eyes
and pushed very slowly into him.
“Gods…” Harry thought aloud, “feels…”
“Like coming home.”  Severus finished.  Harry pushed a little deeper, causing
him to moan.  He was trying so bloody hard not to cum.
Snape lifted his arse and whimpered.  “Oh, there!”  His eyes rolled back. 
Harry pushed against the same spot.  Severus jerked, “Yes!”
Harry finally slid all the way inside, brushing that spot that made Severus
whimper animalistically.  “Ohhhh, Severus.  You’re so fucking tight!”  He
nearly screamed, wanting to just pound him into the bloody mattress.
Snape opened his eyes and wrapped his legs around Harry, reaching down with his
hands, grasping Harry’s arse cheeks.  “Harder! Please, Harry!  Please!”  He
whimpered like an angel, and Harry felt compelled to jut inside him, looking
into his eyes.  Slowly, rocking back and forth—careful not to hurt him—they
were finally fucking.
They would move back and forth once, and Harry made that same groan that melted
Severus to pieces.  “Nguugghh…”  Severus would whimper each time Harry hit that
spot inside him, pulling his delicious cock closer. 
Harry felt himself lose all control as Severus Snape whimpered below him,
kissed him hard, and came all over his stomach.  Harry kissed him back and
swallowed his whimpers, thrusting in earnest now. 
Severus had a scrunched face as Harry stroked his prostate again and again. 
“Gods…” Harry licked his lips, “Severus, your arse is so fucking tight…”
Snape whispered seductively, “Please…Harry, cum for me.  Be a good boy and
cum.”
That last line made Harry pause—his cock was fully sheathed into Severus when
he came violently hard.  He was sure he saw stars.  Snape just held him while
he came inside, grasping Harry’s arse, and he growled, “Harry!” 
Severus came again, completely spent.  Harry fell atop his mate, their chests
messy from cum.  Snape smelled the top of Harry’s head, smelling fresh water,
and Harry could still taste Severus’ kiss in his mouth, much like the flavor of
strawberries.
To be continued
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter Forty-One: Mated (Part Two) *****
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Chapter Forty-One: Mated (Part Two)
That same night…
Harry’s hole was wet and ready for Severus.  He aligned Severus’ hard member to
the hole of his arse, already licking his lips.  He looked down at Severus, who
was panting, spreading Harry’s cheeks apart.
Without warning, Harry slid down on that big, thick, lengthy cock. 
“Oh, Severus…” Harry moaned, “your cock’s always so fucking big…”  He slid down
further, gasping, tilting his head back. 
Severus dug his nails into Harry’s hips.  He groaned and growled, trying not to
thrust up until Harry was ready.  “Harry—you take it so well.  And you feel.
So. Tight.”  Harry whimpered at that and sank down a little deeper.  He
trembled, “Yes!  My hole is so ready for you.”
Severus parted his mouth and looked into Harry’s eyes, “You are mine.”
Just his words alone made Harry sink all the way down on his Professor’s hard
dick.  “Oh!”  He arched up and jolted himself forward, feeling all of Severus. 
“Oh!”  He said again, moaning this time as Severus pulled him down into a kiss.
His lips were hot as Severus pounded relentlessly inside his wet channel. 
Severus swallowed Harry’s moans, then watched Harry break the kiss, only to
bounce happily on his dick. 
“Yes!  Yes, yes yes!”  Harry whimpered, screaming in pleasure.  He bounced hard
with Severus meeting his every movement.  The bed was creaking in time with
their hard, desperate fucking.
Severus’ eyes burned into Harry’s.  He growled, “You want me to give it to
you?”  He grabbed Harry’s hips and pumped his cock in, out, in and out, very
quickly.
Harry could hardly speak.  He babbled, “Yes!  Oh please!  I want it!”
Severus brought Harry down for a searing kiss, pumping the root of his cock
into his arse, his balls slapping on his cheeks.  “Tell me why you want my
cock, Mister Potter!”  The bed creaked over and over. 
Harry gasped, “My arse is so wet!  You keep…god!  You keep hitting my
prostate!”  He wildly fell back onto that cock again and again.
Snape hissed, “You dirty little thing!  You want me inside you?  Tell me!”  He
pounded harder, lovingly, but fiercely. 
Harry almost couldn’t take it.  He stroked Severus’ cheek as they were fucking,
then kissed his lips softly.  He clenched his arse, “I want you to give me your
cum for our baby.  Severus,” Harry whimpered, so close, “I need it.  My wet
hole wants to swallow your cum!”  Harry placed his hands on Severus’ chest and
rode him.
Severus flipped him over and spread his legs apart, fucking him to the hilt. 
“Open yourself up, my Harry…”  He hunched his back and fucked him even deeper. 
Harry cried with each thrust, each deep, deep thrust.  “Oh!  Sev-er-us! 
Growing!  Bigger!”  Severus loved it when Harry got delusional like this.  He
loved seeing his partner lose all control.
Harry wrapped his legs around his thrusting partner.  “It…I can’t!”  He
whimpered animalistically. 
Severus growled.  “You’ll take my cum up your sweet arse, Mister Potter!”  He
grasped his buttocks and lifted him off the bed, fucking him by pulling him
onto his cock.  The headboard kept hitting the wall, and Harry screamed in
pleasure.  Severus whimpered, he was getting close, “Swallow it in your arse! 
Now, Harry!  Swallow it now!  Suck me dry—I’m coming!”
Severus held Harry’s sweet hips off the bed, and he slammed his prostate, right
onto his hard, growing cock.  “You need to swallow, Harry!”  He looked into
Harry’s steamy green eyes, making sure his hips didn’t move.  The boy was
convulsing around him, beginning to tighten.  His mouth was wide open, gaped. 
“That’s it!”  Severus whimpered as Harry’s hole reacted.  “Take all my cum,
Mister Potter!  Drink it…Now!”  He growled the last three words, unable to
control his instincts.
Harry looked into the man’s eyes, concentrating on opening his womb.  He
tightened, allowing access for the cum to shoot inside him.  “I can feel it,
Severus.”  He yelled out, holding Severus in place.  He knew what it meant.  He
wanted a family.  He wanted Severus and his delicious cum—he could taste it in
his arse.  
The Potions Master’s big cock lengthened further, almost ready.  “So fucking
ripe.  All mine.”  He growled, shaking uncontrollably.  He pounded one final
time and threw his head back.
Harry watched the man become undone, feeling his pupils dilate.  “It’s…it’s
going to…I can feel you!  Oh, fuck!!”  Harry screamed, his head also throwing
itself back.  That cock was teasing his prostate, entering his womb.  He felt
it lengthen like it was supposed to, with their bond.  It would enter the very
tip of the womb, ensuring pregnancy.  It had to be intentional.
Best of all, it was very, very pleasurable.  Beyond imagination, for both men,
they whimpered their pleasure as they clung on for dear life.
Harry was sure he’d have marks on his side for a while.  But it was so goddamn
worth it.
“Severus.”  Harry said, watching Snape’s gaze snap to his.  The man looked
taken.  He tightened his womb around that cock.  To Severus, it felt like
someone was sucking as hard as they could around his dick, as well as giving it
pleasurable licks on his cockhead. 
Harry seduced him, “How does my womb feel, Sev?”
Severus rolled his eyes back, falling on top of Harry, while still keeping his
cock buried deep inside him.  “Wonderful, love.”  His eyes looked like they’d
seen heaven, and he kissed Harry sweetly.  “My love.”  He murmured, rocking
Harry back and forth.
“Mmm…”  Harry murmured back, enjoying the moment.  He was shocked they’d lasted
this long, but this felt sobloody good.  His womb was hot and tight around
Severus—he’d never felt more connected to him.  Harry ran his hands through the
man’s hair and kissed him deeply.
Severus also held Harry’s head, kissing him back, completely in sync with the
man beneath him.  Thank Merlin for their bond—this was worth waiting for.
“Harry,” he husked, opening his eyes, “look at me.” 
Those words, Harry thought, opening his eyes to the man above him.  The bed
creaked louder and louder as they rocked slow to fast.  Their eyes were burning
with desire. 
“Harry.”  Severus Snape whimpered, looking into his eyes.  He grasped his
arse.  “I…I…I’m!”  Severus yelped, his cock growing more and more tender inside
that womb.  He could feel the cum about to spray.
Harry slapped his hands on the man’s arse and held him.  “Oh, Severus! 
Please!”  Harry yelled deliriously, “I need your cum!  Shoot yourself inside
me, I need to be fed!  Give it to me, Professor!  Professor!  Oh, yes!  Yes!” 
Harry whimpered, while looking into the man’s eyes.
Severus Snape’s cock couldn’t hold off any longer.  “You naughty boy.” 
He was surprised he’d made it this far.  His large, heavy, and now even longer
cock was about to shoot it’s load.  He looked into Harry’s eyes and whimpered,
“I’m going to give you a baby.”
Harry whimpered back, “I’m so thirsty, Severus.  Please fill me up.  Fill me
up!  I need it, need you, always.”
With that, Severus felt his cock shoot thick, heavy cream into Harry’s womb. 
His cock was happily spilling its contents into that warm, special place inside
Harry.
“I love you.”  Snape whimpered as he continued to give his semen to Harry. 
Harry took it all.  “I love you, Severus.”  He clenched around that cock for
good measure.  He felt the cream filling his womb, shooting into a place he’d
never felt before.  “Oh—it feels so good, Severus.”  He looked into Snape’s
soft gaze.  “My womb is drinking you up.”
Snape laughed softly then moaned as his cock kept spurting.  He whimpered, “You
are…quite thirsty.”  His cock was still hard, shaking inside the boy.  He
thrusted, making both of them meet each other and orgasm.  Harry spilled his
loads of cum onto his chest, again and again.  Severus felt the womb close
around him again deliciously.  He thrust in and out.  “Your womb is mine.”
Harry felt his dick emptying onto his chest.  “Yes…yes…all yours.”  He finally
felt his womb drink the rest of his Professor’s cum.  His belly began to feel
strange.  “Oh…”  He arched, coming again onto his stomach, all the way up to
his chin.
Severus held tightly and shot one more load deep inside his lover. 
“Delicious.”
Harry moaned, “Mmm!”  He wriggled onto the hardness.  “I never want you to
fucking leave!”
Severus smirked, “In that case…”  He pounded relentlessly. 
Harry’s eyes rolled back again.  “Never!  Stop!”
Severus snapped his hips.  “I will never stop fucking your sweet arse!”
Harry clenched, feeling his womb retreat.  His prostate was swollen, giving him
more pleasure.  “Oh!”  His cock gave a last, final spurt of spunk, which hit
Snape’s chin and chest.  There were ribbons of cum all over both of their
chests and necks. 
Severus held Harry in place and thrusted, giving the last of his cum as well. 
“Ohhhh….ohhhh…”  He murmured into Harry’s mouth as he came against his
prostate.
They both panted for a while, not wanting to separate.  Harry rubbed Sev’s
back.  Severus began to pull out, moaning at the loss. 
Harry chuckled, very sleepy.  “You think we did it?”  He sniggered again.
Snape snorted, already half asleep.  He held Harry, completely sated.  “You’ve
completely wrung my cock of cum, Harry.  I am sure we…completed the task.”  He
smirked. 
Harry smirked back evilly.  “Yeah.  Couldn’t help myself.”
~~HP/SS~~
Harry and Severus both bolted up at the same time out of bed, their hearts
beating three times too fast.  They looked at each other, trying to understand
what had happened. 
“Did we?”  Harry said, puzzled. 
“We were…dreaming.”  Snape drawled, touching his chin.
“But…it seemed…”
“So real.  Perhaps…”  Snape almost completed, before Harry finished. 
“It was a premonition.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter Forty-Two: Truth Revealed *****
Chapter Notes
     Oh hi everyone!! <3
     Thank you all for being so patient. I've been busy with my other
     works at the moment. I haven't been as inspired to add to this story
     as of late, and I apologize about the gaps of time between chapters.
     I hope that you like this one--I'm still not completely sure where
     I'll end the story. All I can tell you is, I don't want to end it
     because it doesn't feel complete, so I think it will be quite some
     time before that point.
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Chapter Forty-Two: Truth Revealed
“I still don’t understand what the bloody hell it meant,” Harry mumbled before
drinking his morning coffee.  Severus agreed, “Neither have I, Harry.  I highly
doubt that you are actually pregnant.  That would take a miracle—there are so
many steps involved in male pregnancy, it can take up to six months for
conception.”  Severus grumbled, rolling his eyes, sipping his coffee as well.
 
Harry sat down with his head in his hands.  “Severus—what if I am pregnant? 
What would we do?  Does this mean that, since our bond is completed, it’s a…a
gift?”  Harry stumbled.  He almost said ‘a punishment,’ but that wasn’t how he
would truly feel about having a child.  Someday, he’d be ready.  Just not now.
 
Severus soothed, “Harry, I am as perplexed as you are.  However, we should
relax.  It will do no good to stress about these hypothetical scenarios.”  He
summoned a plate of eggs and bacon for Harry and himself from the Hogwarts
kitchens.
 
Harry looked down at his plate, pushing it away.  “I’m not hungry.  How can you
eat when you’re this confused?”
 
Severus smirked, “I indulge every moment I can.”  He swallowed his eggs. 
“Harry, you must eat.  While you finish that, I’ll go brew a potion to test if
you are truly pregnant.”  With that, he turned and walked into his lab.
 
Harry stared at his eggs, sighing.  He looked down at his stomach, rubbing it. 
He wondered if he felt any different. 
 
HP/SS
 
Severus delicately placed the mandrake root into the concoction and stirred
slowly counterclockwise. 
 
Some of the things that he and Harry were talking about before their final
stages of sealing their bond worried him greatly.  He wondered if Harry was
truly right, if their magic was so strong that they could actually make him
pregnant.
 
He added a pinch of bone powder and three eye of newt.  Continuing his
thinking, Severus also wondered if it was only a premonition.  After all, in
the dream, Harry spoke of his womb—in order for Harry to have a womb, it would
have to be grown from specific potions.  Male pregnancy was expensive for many
reasons, one of which being that each potion was very delicate to make.  Demand
was high, and supply was low.
 
His potion interrupted his thoughts.  He turned off the fire, calling Harry
into the room.  All he had to do was think directly to his partner.  His,
Severus thought to himself.  That felt so good.  Harry was finally his. 
 
Harry—have you finished eating?
 
Harry nearly choked on his orange juice.  Shite, Severus.  You scared me.  Yes,
I’m finished.
 
Snape snorted, You are impossible.  Get down here.
 
HP/SS
 
“What do I have to do?”  Harry looked at him with wide eyes.  Snape wore an
amused smile. 
 
“Don’t you remember from my classes, Harry?”  Harry snorted and blushed.  “Just
tell me already!”
 
Snape pulled the stopper off of the vial.  “Take off your shirt.”
 
Harry wiggled his brows.  “So that’s why you wanted me to come down here.”
 
Snape clicked his tongue, “Just do it, brat!  You’re lucky I haven’t hexed
you.”  He watched as Harry revealed his chest. 
 
Snape took the vial and handed it to Harry.  “Drink this, now.  If you are
pregnant, your stomach will glow.  Blue for male, pink for female, and yellow
for intersex.”
 
Harry was surprised, “Wow, it would know that early?  I must’ve been asleep
that class…”  He shrugged and swallowed the potion. 
 
“Blech.  Couldn’t you’ve added mint to make it taste better?”  Harry whined.
 
Snape rolled his eyes.  “It should be immediate.  Give it a few seconds.”
 
Harry watched closely.  Seconds ticked by.  A minute later, he looked up at
Severus. 
 
Snape was staring at him intently.  He looked concerned. 
 
Harry spoke softly, “Oh.  Well, that’s good, right?”  He put his shirt back on.
 
Severus walked over to his mate and took him in a gentle kiss.  “It’s okay to
feel disappointed, Harry.  The dream felt real to me, as well.”
 
Harry nodded, looking into those reassuring eyes.  “I’m so lucky to have you. 
You always know what to do.”
 
Snape shook his head, “I am the one who is lucky, my brat.  Just the fact that
you want a family with me someday is completely…generous.”  He kissed Harry’s
cheek. 
 
Harry sighed.  “I do.  I just know that I’m not ready yet.  And we haven’t
actually been together for all that long—not to mention, I’m still in school.”
 
Snape nodded, “Perhaps we can think about this later.  What would you like to
do today?”
 
Harry bit his lip.  He genuinely felt depressed—he couldn’t say exactly why. 
“I dunno.  I think I need to…lie down.”
 
Snape looked concerned again, but he nodded.  He gave Harry a harder, deeper
kiss this time.  “If you need a calming draught—”
 
Harry shook his head, “No—I just need to face this.”
 
HP/SS
Albus looked up from his portrait.  “Severus!  To what do I owe the pleasure,
my boy?”  He smiled.
 
Severus smiled back, “Albus, I have come to ask you a favor.  Are you still
able to contact Godric and Salazar?” 
 
Albus looked worried, “Yes—may I ask why?  What’s happened?”
 
Severus rubbed his temples, “Harry and I dreamt about…consummation.  In the
dream, we were trying to get Harry pregnant.  It seemed very real, Albus.”  He
even heard the uneasiness in his own voice.
 
Albus stood from his chair, crossing his arms, thinking.  Then, he chuckled. 
“I see.  Did anything else happen in this dream?”
 
Snape raised a brow, “Harry had a womb.  I reassured him in the morning that
there was no possibility of pregnancy without a womb—it takes several intricate
potions, as you well know.  He is not pregnant, if that is your next
question.”  Severus foresaw the next inquiry on Albus’ face.  “We took the
standard potion for testing pregnancy, and his stomach did not glow.”
 
Albus nodded, smiling a bit.  “Alright, my boy.  Are you alright, if I may
ask?”
 
Severus was thrown off by that question.  “I…yes.  Thank you.  Harry, however,
I believe has mixed feelings.  A part of him was disappointed, while he was
also relieved.”  He looked down.  “I however am just surprised he wants a
family with me.  An ex-death eater.”
 
Albus shook his head, “He doesn’t think of you that way, Severus.  Neither do
I.  You’ve saved him, and he’s saved you.  Now,” Albus sat down again, “I shall
contact Godric and Salazar immediately.  Come back in a couple of days—time is
different here than it is for you.”
 
Severus creased his brows.  “Thank you, Albus.  Harry and I are indebted to
you.”
 
HP/SS
 
Harry was curled up in a ball with his eyes open, staring at nothing in
particular.  Severus walked slowly into the bedroom, taking off his robes. 
Harry shifted, but not much. 
 
Severus kissed him on the cheek, “Harry.”  He whispered, stroking his mate’s
arm. 
 
“Mhm?”  Harry muttered, still lost in thought about his future with Severus. 
 
“You’ll get worry lines like me if you keep your face in that position.” 
Severus smirked, sitting next to Harry.
 
“Don’t care.”  Harry said, “I’m just confused.”
 
Severus nodded, “As am I.  I’ve spoken with Albus—I told him about our
questions.”
 
Harry spun around quickly at that.  “Oh—what’d he say?”
 
Severus stroked his cheek, “He’s going to speak with Godric and Salazar.  He’ll
get back to us in a couple of days.  Time moves slower where he is, now.” 
Severus looked away.
 
Harry sat up, grabbing the back of his lover’s head.  He pulled him into a deep
kiss.  “You’re amazing, Sev.  I love you.”  Harry didn’t even mean to say it,
but he meant it.  Severus always knew what to do, and he always thought about
Harry before himself. 
 
That got Harry thinking—what if Severus was just as broken as he was? 
 
He pulled away softly, showering kisses on his mate’s neck.  “Severus—are you
alright?  You’ve been a little quiet about the whole thing.”  Those onyx orbs
locked into his worried gaze.
 
“The dream felt…very real.  I admit,” Severus said softly, “I was not sure what
to expect from that potion.”  He looked at Harry, with half-lidded eyes.  “I
want us to be ready—more prepared—if that is the course we want to take. 
Having…a child.” 
 
Harry nodded, “Me too.  You’re the only person I want to have children with.” 
 
Severus kissed him hard, intriguing Harry to moan in his mouth.  “Harry…”
 
Harry just kissed him back, wrapping his arms around the older wizard.  He was
unbelievably happy in this moment, just the two of them together. 
 
Then, Snape pulled apart from him for a moment.  “Would you like to go flying
today…with me?”
 
Harry’s eyes went wide and he grinned brightly.  “Oh yes!  You like to fly?”
 
Severus smirked at him.  “There are many things you do not yet know about me.”
 
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Chapter Forty-Three: A Closeted Flyer
 
Harry was still shocked that Severus liked to fly, let alone that he even owned
a broom.  A nice broom: a Firebolt Supreme. 
 
It only reminded Harry that he had just barely scratched the surface on exactly
what Severus liked, disliked, and truly cared about.  He wanted to know
everything—from his passions, to his animosities.  He was actually really
excited to find out that they had such a big passion in common.  Quidditch for
Harry was something that was his—something he was good at, right off the bat. 
It was the equivalent of Severus and his passion for his potion-making.
 
Harry didn’t come from a background where his knowledge, appearance, or any
talent whatsoever was celebrated.  He was always looking down on who he was—not
that it mattered at the time.  At Hogwarts, when he was in his first lesson
with Madam Hooch, he felt the broom fly into his hand and immediately knew that
this was different.
 
Coming out of his reminiscence, Harry gripped his Nimbus 2000 and looked over
at Severus, who was patiently waiting for him with a grin.  Harry gave him a
bright smile as he yelled, “Try to keep up!”  With that, he zoomed off of the
ground and circled around the Quidditch hoops. 
 
He looked over to his left, and Severus was right there with him, smirking at
him.  Harry saw the glint of a challenge in his eyes, and decided to stick out
his tongue, flying past him.  Brat!  He heard in his mind, to which he chuckled
back and kept flying.
 
Severus was just a hair behind him.  Harry and Severus went off of the
Quidditch course, going all the way around the perimeters of Hogwarts.  They
swung under the bridges, circled the rooftops, and even flew near the water
surrounding the castle.
 
When they made it back, Severus actually beat him, but only just.  Harry was in
complete disbelief.  Was the man bloody good at everything?
 
Harry was panting, looking at Severus wildly.  “Woah.  Holy shite!  You’re
amazing, Severus!  How did—I mean…how did you learn?”  Harry had a million
questions, his eyes bright with a smile.  Severus thought, if it had been
anyone else, they would have been a sore loser.  But not Harry—he only wanted
to know how he acquired such a talent for flying.
 
Severus got down to the ground and dismounted.  “Later I shall answer your
questions.”  He smirked proudly.  “And don’t think I didn’t see you sticking
your tongue out at me, brat.”
 
Harry shrugged, “Just trying to be more Slytherin.”
 
Snape laughed deeply.  Harry paced toward him, leaving his broom on the ground,
and he kissed his mate hard on the lips.  “Nmpf!”  Severus exclaimed, dropping
his broom as well.  He melted into the kiss, and although he was quite
exhausted from the broom ride, Harry always seemed to ignite his energy.  That
was something he loved about Harry—his passion for life.  He was always so
expressive and energetic.  Stubborn, however.
 
Severus kissed him back, ruffling a hand through the younger wizard’s hair.  He
pulled away to see Harry’s pink lips freshly bitten—he looked absolutely
delectable. 
 
“Merlin.  I could take you here and now.”  He murmured, picking up his broom
quickly.  “Let’s put these away and get lunch before we get carried away
again.”  He smirked at Harry—the kind of smirk that Harry felt deep in his
heart, weakening his knees.
 
“Yeah,” he said breathily, “alright.”
 
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Harry dabbed his mouth with a napkin.  “So, until we find out new information
from Dumbl—I mean, Albus,” he corrected, “do you think we should talk about
the…possibility of pregnancy?”  Harry stammered, blushing.  He added quickly,
watching Snape’s eyebrow rise, “I mean, our bond is naturally submissive and
dominant, right?  But that doesn’t mean that I’d have to carry our child…I
assume?” 
 
Severus nodded, a little unsure of how to answer.  He’d never thought he would
be in this situation at all—he never thought he’d find love with anyone.  How
wrong he had been. 
 
“Yes—our bond is submissive and dominant.  Although…that should not affect who
carries the child.”  He creased his brow, thinking about who was truly
submissive in this relationship. 
 
Was Harry submissive?  He looked at his partner, studying him. 
 
“What are you thinking about, Sev?”  Harry asked, grabbing Snape’s pale hand. 
He squeezed it.  “It’s okay if you don’t want to carry the child.  If we have
one, I mean.”
 
Severus shook his head once, “It isn’t that.”
 
Harry stroked the man’s arm.  “What is it then?  You know you can tell me, it’s
alright, Severus.” 
 
Severus looked into Harry’s green, hypnotic, reassuring eyes and nodded.  “I
was thinking about the fact that our bond has submissive and dominant.”  He
watched Harry carefully, “Harry—how did you feel when…I was the one to
penetrate you during sex?” 
 
Harry’s eyes widened, and he blushed hard.  He chuckled furiously, and then
calmed himself.  “Sorry Sev.  Well…if that didn’t just answer your question, I
thought it was wonderful.  Everything I’d imagined and more.”  He smiled. 
 
Severus couldn’t help but smile back shyly at him.  “Yes, I felt the same.  In
turn, how did you feel when you were the one to penetrate me?”  He raised one
brow.
 
Harry thought about that, blushing slightly again.  He looked away for a
minute, resting his chin in his hand.  “Hmm…”
 
He looked back at Severus.  “Well, I felt pulled to do so.  You seduced me,”
Harry smiled with a glint in his eye, “and I remember us wanting to talk about
it logically, but we couldn’t.  We felt compelled to complete our bond.”
 
Severus nodded, “I seem to recall offering myself to you very…freely.  I almost
felt as if…”  He trailed off, thinking.
 
Harry completed his thoughts, “You had no control?”  Severus nodded, “Yes.”
 
“Hmm…”  Harry said again.  He scratched his head.  “Do you prefer one over the
other?  Er…I mean…me penetrating you, or vice-versa?”
 
Severus smirked.  “Both were very pleasurable.  However…I had never been
treated with such care before, during penetrative sex.  You have shown me that
it can be different—it doesn’t have to hurt, or scar.”  Snape almost shivered. 
He didn’t want to think about all those other forceful times.
 
Harry stroked his arm again, “Hey—look at me.  It’s okay, Severus.  I’d never
hurt you like that.”  He kissed his partner on the cheek, then couldn’t help
but kiss him lightly on the lips. 
 
Severus closed his eyes and moaned into the kiss.  “I know.”  He grabbed the
side of Harry’s head and deepened their kiss, entering his tongue.  The man is
far too addicting for his own good, Severus thought.
 
Harry pulled apart to catch his breath, “Maybe we should…erm…practice.  I mean,
if we really want to know who’s more dominant, maybe I should take the lead
this time.”  Harry’s green eyes flashed with need, and the younger wizard put
his hand on Severus’ crotch, stroking the length through the fabric. 
 
“Minx.”  Severus whispered. 
 
Harry smiled against Sev’s lips.  “Well?  Good or bad?”  He gave Severus a
squeeze, earning him a frustrated mewl.
 
“I think that would be more than suitable.”  Severus said, unable to control
himself as he pulled down his pants. 
 
Harry took his hand, “Let’s head to the bedroom.”  He didn’t want Severus or
himself to ache later in the day from fucking on the couch.
 
Severus agreed, following Harry.  Harry shut the door and looked up at the
dark-eyed, handsome man.  “I think that I’ll need to completely dominate you in
order to know how we feel.”  Harry said, stroking the older wizard’s face. 
Snape nodded, leaning into Harry’s touch.  He didn’t say anything, but his eyes
were glittering with anticipation and excitement.  Both men were eager to find
out how they truly felt.
 
Harry pulled the man down for a kiss.  Against Sev’s lips, he asked quietly,
“Do you trust me, Severus?” 
 
Severus groaned, “Only you.  Always you.”  Harry heard the sentiment in the
man’s voice and couldn’t help but delve in for a deep kiss.  Their tongues
intertwined with each other as they stumbled over to the bed. 
 
Harry decided he wanted to take off Snape’s clothes himself.  He playfully
swatted away Severus’ hand from his buttoned shirt, smiling at the man.  He
kissed him very slowly as he undid each button.  “Did I ever tell you,” Harry
breathed, undoing the last pesky button, “that you have far too many buttons?”
 
Severus chuckled once, “Brat.”
 
Harry pulled down Snape’s boxers, letting that big cock spring free.  He
stroked him slowly, looking into his eyes.   “Undress me.”
 
Severus had a desperate look in his eyes—one Harry had only seen when they were
fucking—and he raised Harry’s shirt over his head, minding his glasses. He
quickly tugged down Harry’s pants and underwear all in one go.
 
Harry was almost surprised at how eager Severus was to undress him.
 
“That was fast.”  Harry murmured in his ear, toying with him.  He made small
circles with his fingers around Severus’ right nipple.  “You’re so eager for me
to fuck you, aren’t you?”  He kissed his partner’s neck, feeling him shiver and
hold back a moan.  “We never came up with a safe word for you, Sev.  I want to
make sure you’re comfortable with all this—I don’t want to force you to do
anything.”  Harry said, suddenly all too aware of his actions.  He looked down
at the older wizard’s hands and grabbed them.  “Have I said too much?  I’d
understand if you want to stop..”
 
Severus growled, catching Harry by surprise, “My safe word will be ‘Red,’ the
same as yours.”  He kissed Harry hard and kneeled.  “I want this, Harry.  More
than you know.”  He grabbed Harry’s hard, already leaking cock. 
 
He smirked, licking off a drop.  “I can tell you want it, too.”
 
Harry grinned evilly, feeling very Slytherin.  “Severus…I need you to suck me.”
 
Severus wrapped his lips around Harry’s pulsing cock with a smirk.  He sucked
him once, came up for air and said, “Yes, Sir.”  He looked at Harry’s gaping
mouth and intense eyes as he sucked Harry’s length to the root.
 
He went up and down on the meaty organ, gently rolling Harry’s balls as well. 
Harry bit his lip, but he couldn’t keep the moans back.  “Severus…”  He
whispered, stroking the man’s hollow cheek from sucking.  He pulled very gently
on the man’s head to motion him upward for a deep kiss.  He could taste his own
cum on the Potion Master’s tongue. 
 
Harry darted his tongue in and out of his former Professor’s mouth, and Severus
kept sucking that eager tongue back in, only further indicating that he wanted
this from Harry. 
 
Harry moaned, pushed Severus gently back onto the bed, and got on top of him. 
He kissed his way down to that perfect arse. 
 
Harry saw Severus melt before his eyes as he licked that ring of muscle.  He
snaked his tongue into that tight arse and moaned, gripping the creamy arse
cheeks, spreading him.  He heard Severus cry out, whimpering, “Please!  Oh,
please…”  The older man was reduced to nearly thrashing on the bed.
 
Harry was not a cruel man.  He could not deny Severus pleasure any longer. 
 
Nor himself, for that matter.
 
Harry summoned some lubricant, coating it onto his fingers.  He wanted to be
sure he stretched his mate enough.  He’d never forgive Voldemort for what he’d
done to Severus.  He would always be careful—this love was such a gift to
Harry.  He would do everything in his power to keep it forever. 
 
Severus seemed to be feeling this intense emotion between Harry and himself,
and he grabbed his cock out of instinct.  He was begging for release. 
 
Harry crawled up to him, with a finger still inside the man’s arse.  “Shh…not
yet.  I know, Sev, I know what you need.  Please, let me take care of you,
okay?”  He grabbed Snape’s hand and kissed his knuckles. 
 
Severus watched Harry intensely, feeling very exposed.  “A-alright.”  He
whispered, trembling in excitement. 
 
Harry found the man’s prostate with his fingers, and he heard Severus cry out,
“Oh!  Oh, yes!  Oh please…please…”
 
Harry looked at him with so much want, so much need, he actually growled at
him, “Tell me what you want, Sev.  I’ll give you anything.”  His eyes were
half-lidded as he looked at Severus, who was sweating in anticipation.  Harry
teasingly put the tip of his lubricated cock against his partner’s stretched
hole.
 
Severus gulped, gasping, “In me, now.  Get inside.  Please.”  The last word
sounded like it was scraped from the very depth of his soul.  That’s when Harry
pushed inside swiftly, biting his lip, grunting when he was fully sheathed
inside.  “Ohhhh, Sev…”  Harry groaned, “So fucking tight, babe.”  He looked
down at Severus, who had fire behind his eyes—he seemed to be filled with
compassion and raw need.  Harry stayed still, realizing he’d never called
Severus that nickname before—and he wasn’t sure if he was okay with it…
 
“C-call me that again.”  Severus whimpered, answering Harry’s question.  Harry
left him only for a moment to accio a pillow, placing it under his arse.  He
wanted to kiss Severus deeply while fucking him. 
 
Severus keened and made a primal whimper when Harry entered him again.  Harry
had to control himself—Severus was so fucking tight.  “You like it when I call
you babe?”  He whispered, suddenly aware of how low his voice was.  He watched
Severus lick his lips as he thrusted in, then out. 
 
“Oh!  Yes, Sir!”  Severus whined, grabbing Harry’s ass.  Harry didn’t mind.  He
growled and pushed in again.  “You are so bloody hot, Severus.”  Harry
temptingly pushed in and out of Severus as he kissed him deeply. 
 
Each time he brushed Severus’ prostate, he could feel the man try and whimper
in his mouth.  Harry fucked him a little faster, unable to stop.  “Babe, I
can’t…I can’t stop fucking you…”  He stroked his mate’s black soft hair,
kissing his neck.
 
Severus licked Harry’s neck in turn, making Harry shiver.  “I want you to go
faster, Harry.  Please.”  His voice was low and demanding this time.  Harry
loved it when he could get the man to plead for him.  It was something only he
would ever hear—Severus Snape was not known to plead for anything.
 
Harry could feel his hips disobey his own thoughts of wanting to draw this out,
and his body was being coaxed to finish all too soon.  “Severus…”  He
whispered, looking into the man’s eyes.  “I want you to cum.”
 
Severus felt Harry speed up his thrusts.  He wrapped his legs around Harry’s
arse and held Harry close.  He heard Harry’s big balls slapping against his
skin, and he felt those wonderful pulses of love surging through him at each
brush of his prostate.  He whiffed Harry’s ruffled hair and groaned, “Oh, oh
fuck, Harry…don’t fucking stop!”
 
Harry was nearly there.  He was going to explode.  “Severus, cum for me!  Cum
with my cock inside you!  Then I will feed you.”  Harry seethed through his
teeth, thrusting at a lightning fast pace. 
 
He looked down at Severus who arched, gaped his mouth and screamed at the top
of his lungs, “Harry!  Oh…Harry!”  And the older wizard saw stars as each
sticky strand was jutting out of his hard, purple cock.  “Oh, yes!”  Severus
said, still cumming, tightening around Harry’s hole.
 
Harry thrusted quickly, looking down at the strands of cum coating their
chests.  His eyes were dilated and his breathing was uneven.  He gripped
Severus by his shoulders and kissed the man for all he was worth.  He thrusted
deeply again and again, earning a few more animalistic whimpers from Severus,
and came hard inside of Severus’ hole, which felt like a vice grip.  He was
whimpering too, now, he realized, still shaking as he came, “Severus!  Severus,
oh….my Sev…”
 
“That’s it,” Snape breathed in his ear, coaxing more cum out of him.  He
grabbed Harry’s ass and forced him to stay inside his body.  “Give me
everything, my Harry.”  He moaned, tightening around him more. 
 
Harry’s eyes rolled back and he shook as he poured his cum into his mate’s
body.  “Ohh…”
 
“Yesss,” Snape hissed.  “That’s so good.  It feels so warm inside me, my
Harry.”
 
Harry whimpered—it was all he could do.  He was reduced to a puddle of
emotions.  He kissed his mate’s lips softly, sensually. 
 
They stayed like that for a while until Harry finally pulled out, and spelled
away their mess. 
 
Both men looked into each other’s eyes—Harry smiled goofily, while Severus was
smirking.  Harry held Severus against his chest, this time, before they drifted
off to sleep.
 
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Chapter Forty-Four: What to Expect…
 
(Normal Time)
 
Albus sat down with Godric and Salazar once again for tea, warming the
conversation with gentle greetings and pleasantries.  Lemon drops had already
been given to Albus’ guests, and he decided now was the time to begin the start
of what he suspected would be a confusing conversation.
 
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(One week later)
 
Ron and Draco kissed passionately as they lay in bed. 
 
“Are you sure Potter needs you?”  Draco asked with a hint of annoyance.  Ron
chuckled and slapped his arse, kissing him again.  Draco yelped, then purred. 
“Mmm, Ronald, stop teasing!”
 
Ron rolled his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed.  “Harry does need me.  I
haven’t seen him since…he broke out in hives.”  Ron cringed at the image.  His
best friend in dangerous situations would never stop scaring him. 
 
Draco sighed, “Well, I suppose it would make sense that he would want to speak
with you and Grainger today.”  Ron smiled—he called Draco out on the awful,
derogatory name he would call Hermione.  He was stupidly proud of his newfound
partner for maturing, finally.  Draco spoke again, “I suppose it’s something
else about Severus and Harry’s lovesick bond.  Merlin, if I have to hear about
their sex life—”
 
Ron covered his ears, “Draco, don’t even start!  It’s hard enough to picture
them together.”
 
Draco nodded, “I know, Ron.  When I saw them together, it was shocking to say
the least.  But somehow, they just…”  Draco made a twisted, confused face,
“they just fit.  You know?”
 
Ron looked at him, half disbelieving, but also undeniably understanding.  He
could almost understand what Draco meant.  Perhaps he’d just have to see for
himself.
 
He sighed, flopping back down onto the bed with his head in his hands.  “Ugh.” 
He’d move in just a minute.
 
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(Back to Normal Time)
 
Harry and Severus made their way to Albus, who finally had information for
them.  Harry was nervous, and Severus could feel that nervousness through their
bond.  He looked over at Harry, grabbing his hand as they walked. 
 
Harry looked back with a loving expression, squeezing that hand back.  “I love
you.  No matter what happens.”  Harry said softly, looking into the man’s deep
gaze.
 
Severus nodded and said lowly, “And I love you.”  Their lips touched for just a
moment, then Harry had to restrain himself from going further.  The two men
kept their hands clasped together and walked to Albus’ portrait.
 
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“My boys!”  Albus chuckled with a smile, “I would ask how you’ve been, but
there’s no need.  Both of you are absolutely radiant of happiness and wellness,
if I may say so.” 
 
Harry felt the blush and small smile creep onto his face, washing over him.  He
looked up at Severus, his newfound partner whom he loved, and he just knew the
other man felt the same for him. 
 
That’s when Harry realized—he just wanted Severus.   He wasn’t ready for a
family—not yet.  And if I can’t get pregnant, Harry thought to himself, so
what? There are always other ways, indeed, such as adoption. 
 
Albus began again, “There is something that has come to light.  From my
understanding,” he cleared his throat after sucking on a lemon drop, “Salazar
and Godric have a suspicion about male pregnancy in this bond you share.”
 
Severus rose a brow and held onto Harry’s hand tightly.  Harry leaned into
Severus and worriedly looked at Dumbledore. 
 
The deceased wizard in the painting held up his hands, “It is not bad news, my
boys.  However, there is something very interesting I must explain.  As you
already know, your bond is heavily influenced by dominance and submission. 
Salazar happens to be the submissive partner, while Godric is dominant.  Before
they died, they did not try to get pregnant, nor did they want children.” 
Albus paused, gaging the two worried wizards’ reactions.  Severus seemed to be
deep in concentration, and Harry was practically gnawing off his lip.
 
Albus sighed, “However…they did have a pregnancy scare.  A very unexpected
one.”  He put his hands together and sat down while he continued, “As you
already know, it is near impossible for a male wizard to succeed in birthing a
child.  With this bond, it was created from a life and death situation. 
Harry,” he motioned, “you saved Severus, and, at the same time, your tears gave
him life—while yours suddenly obtained new meaning.” 
 
Harry nodded.  That made sense. 
 
Albus sighed, “When that happened, you see, you planted life into Severus’
dying soul.  You are the one who took action—without that action, he could have
never survived.  Severus’ role was just as important, for he had to receive
that gift willingly, choosing to live.”
 
Severus looked away.  He suddenly understood where this was going.  “You don’t
mean…that I…Albus, get on with it, please.”  He said softly, intensely.
 
Harry concentrated harder as Albus said, “Yes, Severus.  You indeed are the
submissive in the relationship.  Which means that it is possible for you to
become pregnant, just like Salazar became pregnant.”
 
“…And Harry?”  Snape rasped as Harry clung to him. 
 
“Harry would not be able to become pregnant—not with the ease of your bond,
anyway, unless you’d want to try the harder route most wizards are familiar
with.”  Albus said with a straight face.  “This is a lot to think about—I
know.  I was quite taken aback by this information, but there is more I must
tell you.  Salazar was pregnant.”  He sighed, “He, being brilliant, realized
that his symptoms could only be from pregnancy. 
 
“He made the potion to test it, and it was indeed true.  Once he told Godric,
they panicked.  Now, Severus,” Albus looked at the older wizard, who was now
quite paler than usual, “you know that there is a painless potion to abort a
pregnancy.  That is what Salazar and Godric decided together—and they also
found the typical potion for preventing female pregnancy to work on Salazar
after that traumatizing experience.”
 
Harry looked up at his partner.  “Severus!  It’s okay.  Look at me.”  Harry
exclaimed, panicking at his partner’s appearance. 
 
“Harry,” Severus rasped, very pale, “I can’t do this.  It’s too much—I’d never
be able to—and I know you want a family—but I…I…”  Severus started breathing
unevenly, turning from Albus’ portrait.  Harry had tears in his eyes, but he
bravely said to Albus, “Sorry—give us a minute.”
 
Albus nodded and left the portrait briefly.
 
Harry turned to his partner, embracing him tightly.  “Severus—I would never ask
you to do that.  To be pregnant.  Not if it isn’t what you want.”  He stroked
his back.  “And we’re not ready for that right now.  We both know that.”
 
Severus slowed his breathing, pinching his eyes shut and slowly calmed down. 
Harry kissed his lips tenderly, and caressed his cheek.  “Are you alright,
Sev?  How are you feeling?”
 
Severus didn’t look well: that much, Harry knew.  He was having trouble
concentrating, and his forehead was sweaty.  Suddenly, he turned to the
portrait, “Albus?” 
 
“Yes, boys?”  He came back with a worried expression.  “I did not expect that
reaction, Severus.  I am sorry, truly.  Are you quite alright?”
 
Severus nodded, though Harry could sense through the bond that Severus was
quite nauseous.  “Yes.  I think it would be best if Harry and I process all of
this information.”
 
Harry intervened, “Thank you so much Pro-I mean, Albus, for asking Salazar and
Godric about this.  It means everything to us.”  Albus nodded, smiling.  “I am
glad to help, my boys.  Run along—but do come back.  I wish to see you again
soon.”  He had that familiar glint in his eye—the one Harry and Severus both
recognized.  It typically meant he knew what was going on, though he couldn’t
possibly in theory. 
 
With that, Harry apparated Severus back to the dungeons.
 
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After the crack from apparating back to Severus’ quarters, Harry immediately
looked his partner over.  Before he could finish his inspection, Snape growled,
“Move,” and he went straight to the loo.  He retched into the toilet.  Harry
slowly followed him in, placing a soft touch of his hand on Severus’ back,
lightly stroking him. 
 
Severus looked defeated as he flushed the toilet, casting a quick cleaning
spell on himself.  He shakily stood up—or tried to—but Harry caught him. 
“Easy…”  Harry said into his partner’s hair, bringing him over to the bed. 
“Shh, I’ve got you, it’s alright…”  Harry murmured, summoning a warm washcloth.
 
Harry brushed the hair out of Severus’ face—the man looked both puzzled and
overwhelmed, staring off at nothing.  Harry made sure the washcloth wasn’t too
warm before he touched it to his partners’ head.  He also began to take off
Severus’ robes, leaving just his shirt and pants.  Severus himself kicked off
his shoes, leaving only his socks. 
 
Harry held him close, giving him sips of water.  He thought about what had
happened, and why Severus was so…distant right now. 
 
The information they’d been given had probably been too much for the older
wizard.  All of his life, he’s had to protect Harry, and protect himself.  He’s
always been independent; nevertheless, other people have always been dependent
upon him.  For him to find out that he was submissive in this
relationship—well, Harry thought—it was overwhelming enough for both of them. 
 
Harry never truly thought of himself as all that dominate in nature, not until
they’d tried out different roles.  Although, thinking back, he could understand
why he was more dominant.  He’d convinced Severus that they needed to be
together—and he was persistent enough to have won the man over. 
 
He hadn’t realized it before, but it made perfect sense.
 
Severus had gently started to snore, resting in Harry’s lap.  Harry petted the
raven-black hair, giving the man as much comfort as possible.  “I promise to
never hurt you.  To never hurt you like he did…”  Harry whispered softly to the
sleeping man. 
 
Severus must have been so shocked to find out that only he could carry children
in their relationship—according to their bond, of course.  Harry creased his
brow, remembering that dream they both had.  What did it mean? 
 
Perhaps someday, Harry would want to take all measures in order to have their
child.  Could that have been what they were dreaming about? 
 
Harry sighed, feeling quite tired himself.  He rested against the pillow behind
him, and fell asleep with Severus on his lap.
 
HP/SS
 
Severus woke up with a cramp in his neck.  He stiffly sat upright, rubbing his
eyes. 
 
He looked at a sleeping Harry, remembering everything that had happened.  He
quickly, but quietly, left the room. 
 
Immediately, he practically ran to his personal lab, summoning a pregnancy test
for himself.  He uncorked the vial, and then stopped.  Should Harry be here?
 
He was horrified at the thought of being pregnant.  He never considered it for
himself—but he didn’t want to disappoint Harry.  He wanted to give Harry a
family. 
 
He just didn’t know how.
 
HP/SS
 
Harry awoke, realizing that his partner was missing.  He was still groggy, but
he had to find him.  He had to know where Severus was. 
 
He ran into the living room, then realized he could just ask through the bond
where Severus was. 
 
Sev?  Where are you?  Are you alright?
 
Severus nearly jumped, almost spilling the potion.  In my lab.
 
Harry ran into the lab, raising a brow at his partner.  “What are you…is that a
potion?”
 
Severus nodded, “Yes.”  Merlin.  He couldn’t even say what it was.  He turned
away from his partner.  “I don’t know how to do this.”
 
Harry was confused, but concerned.  He walked over to his mate and hugged him
from the back. 
 
“Severus—it’s okay to be afraid.”
 
“Easy for you to say,” Severus spat, “you’re the one who got off easy!”  He was
shaking, suddenly crying, with tears pouring down his cheeks.  “It’s not
fair.”  He whispered softly. 
 
Harry turned the man around, corking the vial.  “We’ll do that later,
alright?”  He set down the vial and wiped away the man’s tears.  “Severus, I
know who you are.  Better than you might think—and I know you might never want
to carry children.  It’s okay.  I just want you.”  Harry said, suddenly feeling
tears in his own eyes.
 
Severus sniffed, “You don’t mean that.  You want a family.”
 
Harry nodded, “I do, but I want you more.  So much more.  I…there are other
options.  You don’t have to think about this now—we are nowhere near ready for
this kind of decision, anyway.”
 
Severus sighed, annoyed at his own tears.  “I must take it.  I must know.”
 
Harry handed him the vial.  “Please…if your stomach glows, it doesn’t mean
anything, Severus.  I don’t want to lose you.”  Harry stammered, pulling the
man down for a deep kiss. 
 
Severus could feel the love Harry was emitting through their bond, and though
it comforted him, he knew that it was wrong to wish he wasn’t pregnant.  What
if he was?
 
“Harry,” he said against the younger wizard’s lips, “what if…”
 
Harry stopped him, “It doesn’t matter.  We’ll just…”
 
Severus waited for him to say it, knowing that he couldn’t.  “Abort the
pregnancy?  You’d really want to do that?”
 
Harry slowly nodded.  “I don’t want to lose you.  And if you were pregnant now,
it…it wouldn’t be developed at all.  I don’t want you to suffer.”  Harry said,
looking into the deep onyx eyes. 
 
“I don’t want you to suffer, Harry.  You shouldn’t worry about me.  I’m
sorry.”  Severus said, rolling the potion in his fingers.  “I just don’t
know…how to think about this.  I’ve never considered it.”
 
Harry nodded, “I know.  Either way, it will be alright.”  He kissed him again,
and uncorked the vial.  “Go on.”
 
Severus spelled off his shirt and downed the potion.
 
Seconds went by.  He couldn’t look.  Harry was breathing fast.  He looked at
the clock, then looked back, expecting to see a glow.
 
There wasn’t.
 
“Well?”  Severus asked, his eyes closed. 
 
Harry stammered, “Nothing.”
 
Severus opened his eyes, looking down.  He looked at Harry.  “Harry—come
here.”  Harry embraced the man and wept.  He didn’t understand why his tears
were falling. 
 
Severus gave him the same comfort that he received from his loving partner,
relieved.  However, worried for Harry.  This whole experience had been so
traumatizing for them both—how could they recover from it? 
 
“Who knew that you’d be the dominant one?”  Severus said softly against the
brown tousled hair.  Harry laughed once, sniffing, “Imagine me telling you that
a few years ago.”
 
Severus’ mouth twitched, “I want you to know that I’ll think about it.” 
 
Harry looked up at him with teary eyes.  “Severus you would?  But—what about
that premonition?”
 
Severus’ eyes widened.  He’d forgotten all about that.  “Perhaps it was…only a
dream.”  He sighed, “We’ll think about that later, love.  Let’s get some
rest.”  He moved some hair out of Harry’s face.
 
Harry nodded, nuzzling back into the warm embrace.  “I love you, Severus.”
 
Snape kissed the top of Harry’s head and whispered, “I love you too, my Harry.”
Chapter End Notes
     Oh my! This was a hard experience for both wizards. How will they
     recover?
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