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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Ron_Weasley, Draco_Malfoy, Severus_Snape, Hermione_Granger
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      Published: 2014-07-30 Words: 12843
****** A Locking Charm & Desk ******
by tainted-tash_(tainted_tash)
Summary
     Harry has a potions accident that leaves him with longer hair than he
     is used to. Can the Potions Master now get past the fact that Harry
     no longer resembles his father, and take the young man he wants so
     badly?
Notes
     My apologies for this not being beta’d. My beta appears to be caught
     up in some real life matter and as such, has not had the time to wave
     her wand for me. This is written for Dianna.
     All characters belong to JK Rowling, and no copyright infringement is
     intended. I make no money from this story.
See the end of the work for more notes
A Locking Charm and Desk
Harry stirred the potion three times clockwise before he realised his mistake-
the instructions said counter clockwise! Before he had chance to correct his
mistake, Harry’s potion exploded over him in a violent eruption of vivid green.
Looking like he had been attacked with green slime, his best friend Ron could
not help bursting out into laughter.
“Potter! Can you not go one lesson without botching your potion?” Snape
bellowed.
“Sorry, Sir. I misread the instructions.”
“Obviously, Potter. Go get cleaned up.”
Harry walked out of the classroom fighting sending back his own barb at his
professor. They had been brewing the Hair Restorative Potion, mostly used for
burn victims whose hair had been destroyed. The potion restored the drinker’s
hair to how it had been before burnt off. In the boy’s bathrooms, Harry checked
his hair and rinsed out all the green gunk. The potion didn’t seem to have had
any effect on him, mostly likely it been made redundant by the botched
stirring. Once the potion was all out of his hair, Harry returned to his
lesson.
“There is not enough time for you to re-attempt your potion, Mr. Potter. You
will receive a zero mark for the lesson and spend the rest of it stocking my
store cupboard.” Snape snarled at him.
Harry grumbled all the way to the store cupboard but said nothing directly to
his professor. For five years, Snape had done nothing but send insults and
barbs his way, with Harry doing nothing to warrant them. Granted, he was not
the best potions student, but it was difficult for him to concentrate when
Snape flew around them all like the giant bat he was. It didn’t help matters
that he had noticed a growing attraction to the man, it was confusing at best.
Harry hadn’t been aware he even liked men, but since his kiss with Cho Chang in
the DA, Harry had known that he wasn’t interested in the girls. The kiss had
been awkward, uncomfortable and there was no spark there. Ginny had expressed
in interest in him, but Harry had nipped that in the bud very quickly. Only
Ginny, Ron and Hermione knew of his preference for men.
Harry pulled the nearest box filled with potions ingredients to him and began
stocking the shelves. Harry was, for once, grateful for Snape’s way of keeping
everything in order. It was all alphabetised and made it much easier for Harry
to work out where it was meant to go. Harry heard movement in the classroom and
checked his watch- fifteen minutes had already passed! Leaving the store room,
he bade goodbye to Snape and left without a backward glance. Heading for
Charms, Harry felt his scalp tingle, scratching it, Harry gave it no further
thought.
---oo0oo---
Severus waited until the boy had left the room before laughter took hold. What
a dolt he had looked covered in all that mush from the botched potion! He had
known the moment that Potter had made the first stir of his potion that he had
misread the instructions. He knew the potion would not become harmful- more
that it had different properties. Instead of becoming a Hair Restorative
Potion, it would turn into a delayed version of the Hair Growth Potion. Severus
looked forward to seeing how that worked for the boy.
He had checked up on Potter when he was stocking the shelves with ingredients,
the boy had chosen that moment to lean for the lowest shelf and his robes had
done nothing to hide the pert arse that had been presented to him. Severus had
all but fled the store room, disgusted with himself for taking notice. He had
noticed the turn in attitude toward the Potter boy, becoming more of attraction
than dislike, and it made Severus extremely loathsome of himself.
He, Severus Snape, Potion Master and professor at Hogwarts, was lusting for a
boy half his age and his own student no less. It was bad at best, terrible at
worst. If anyone were to find out, he would lose his job and no doubt be locked
up in Azkaban for it. Despite the fact that he had not done anything to his
student, the fact remained that he wanted to- very much so. Sighing heavily,
Severus prepared for his seventh year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.
---oo0oo---
Harry woke the next morning, his scalp tingling like mad. He scratched like a
dog with fleas heading for the showers. No one else was awake, so he had the
boy’s shower rooms to himself. Washing his hair, Harry noticed a significant
difference- he had a lot more hair than yesterday. Washing his body hurriedly,
Harry ran for the mirrors, wiped the steam from it and almost screamed at his
reflection. His hair ran all the way down his back! His hair was sort of wavy,
ran all the way down to his bum and was silky to the touch. After the initial
shock wore off, Harry realised he kind of liked the new length. It added a
certain allure to him. There was nothing for it, he would have to see Snape and
find out if the potion had caused it, though Harry was certain that he already
knew the answer.
Going back into the dorm, he found Ron awake and looking at him wide eyed.
“Harry… What the hell happened, mate?”
“I think it’s because of the potion from yesterday, instead if restoring hair,
it must have made it grow long.”
“It’s… Very different. Are you keeping it?”
“I think I might.”
Harry resumed dressing and went down to the common room to wait for Hermione.
There were quite a few people already down there, and many of the girls cooed
over his hair. A few asked to touch it and Harry allowed them, but it began to
get tiresome when it kept falling in his face. Hermione chose that moment to
appear; she said nothing to Harry and merely spelled his hair into a loose
braid, keeping it out of his eyes. He shot her a grateful look and the trio
headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.
---oo0oo---
Severus was seated in his place at the head table, his eyes roving over the
hundreds of students eating their morning meal. Severus was not one for
breakfast and chose a meagre slice of toast and large cup of coffee- black, one
sugar. Suddenly, the hall went silent and Severus quickly found the reason why.
The Golden Trio had just entered and Potter’s hair was causing quite a
disturbance. It had apparently grown to backside length overnight, and was tied
back in a loose braid. Severus was ashamed to say it looked good on the brat.
He wanted nothing more than to loosen the braid and run his fingers through the
silky tresses.
Potter took his seat with his friends and ignored the stares for a while.
Severus almost groaned when it was his own Godson that broke the silence.
“Well, well, Potter. I guess the rumours are true- you are a queer.”
Severus stared at the child and almost answered for Potter.
“I guess they must be, Malfoy. After all, how can I hide the fact I have lusted
after you for so long,” Potter sniggered.
Severus had to hide the smirk that threatened to cross his lips. Draco went
deathly pale and began spluttering. Potter simply returned to his breakfast and
the braying laugh of the Weasley boy. So, Potter was gay. That was a
revelation, and it made Severus’ lusting from afar slightly difficult,
especially knowing the boy was of the same… persuasion.
Sneering at his own thoughts, Severus drained his coffee before sweeping from
the room with his customary billowing of robes. No doubt the brat would seek
him out to see whether or not the botched potion was the cause of his sudden
mass of hair. It said one thing for Potter- he no longer looked like his
father. And that small change made it all the more harder for Severus not to
pay attention to the boy; it had been the one thing that had kept Severus’
hands to himself. He knew that no matter how much he wanted to pound into
Potter’s arse, while he looked like James Potter it would be impossible.
---oo0oo---
Harry was pleased with himself for the way he handled Draco Malfoy. For once,
he had managed to stun the blonde Slytherin into total silence. It was a
glorious victory, and Harry planned to relive it many times. Even though he was
of the male persuasion, he had never once looked at Malfoy in a sexual way. The
Slytherin was just far too crude and openly straight and clearly homophobic.
Tall, dark and sexy potions masters however, well, that was someone he very
much looked at in a sexual way.
Harry had a free lesson and went down to the dungeons in search of said potions
master to discuss what had happened with his hair. He was pretty sure that he
already knew the answer, but it also gave him an excuse to be in the man’s
presence. Reaching the closed door, Harry knocked and patiently waited. Snape
called ‘enter’ and Harry entered the cool room.
“Sorry to bother you, Sir, but I wondered if I could ask you something.”
“What can I do for you, Mr. Potter?” Snape drawled.
“My potion from yesterday, the one I stuffed up, could it have caused my hair
to grow so long?”
Snape glared at Harry. “There is no ‘could’ about it. If the Hair Restorative
Potion is stirred clockwise as opposed to counter clockwise, then it becomes a
poor version of the Hair Growth Potion. However, instead of becoming the length
the drinker wishes, it grows continually until waist length. It is uncertain
why the potion does this, but that it what happens.”
Harry stared at the potions master dumbly.
“What is it now, Potter?”
“Nothing… Uh, I’ve just never heard you answer any of my questions without… uh…
snarling at me.”
Snape glared at Harry but instead of barking, merely said “well, there is a
first time for everything, Mr. Potter.”
Harry smiled at Snape, and the man’s lips twitched slightly. Harry took that to
be his version of a return smile, thanked the professor for his time and left
the room. It was an unusual thing for Snape to be… polite to Harry. It was
possible that he had caught the man in a good mood, but that was highly
improbable. Harry shrugged it off and headed for his Transfiguration lesson.
McGonagall would not take kindly to him being late. Having a hair problem did
not count as a good enough reason to be tardy.
---oo0oo---
Severus waited until he heard Potter’s footsteps disappear from hearing
distance before slumping in his seat. How could he be expected to concentrate
on his classes with Potter looking like he did now? A few tendrils of hair had
come loose from Potter’s braid and framed his face. It was pathetic the way he
wanted the boy. Sick, even! But want Potter he did.
Severus was safe until the last lesson of the day, when he had fifth year
Slytherins and Gryffindors. It would be interesting to see what Draco had to
say. Severus loved his Godson dearly, but sometimes the boy just didn’t know
when to leave well enough alone. Potter had never done anything to Draco, and
he hated Potter with a passion. One could say that Draco was the one infatuated
with the Gryffindor, but Severus was aware of the way his Godson slept around.
It was a wonder that he hadn’t contracted any venereal diseases, it was luck
that wizards and witches were not prone to sexual diseases the way Muggles
were, but stranger things had happened.
---oo0oo---
Harry was the first to arrive at Transfiguration. McGonagall was setting up for
the lesson and merely glanced at Harry as he took his seat. Minerva McGonagall
was Deputy Headmistress and Gryffindor Head of House- she ruled with a strict
hand and was not adverse to heftily punishing her own lions if they were caught
wrong doing. In that respect she was fair. Unfortunately, the same could not be
said for the rest of the Heads of Houses who each favoured their own house.
“Would you like me to take care of your hair problem, Mr. Potter?” Professor
McGonagall asked.
“No, thank you, Professor. I’m rather attached to it,” Harry replied smiling.
“Come now, Mr. Potter, it is hardly practical.”
“What do you mean, Professor?”
“If Mr. Malfoy’s accusation is anything to go by, then you stand to make life
hard for yourself.” McGonagall replied sternly.
“I beg your pardon? So because I have long hair and I’m gay, I’m automatically
becoming an outcast?”
“It is your hair, Mr. Potter. I am merely stating how it could be.”
“Believe me, Professor, your statement was heard loud and clear,” Harry
retorted snappily.
He would not be made to feel guilty over his preference. Although it was more
commonly accepted in the wizarding world, there was still a lot of stigma over
gays. Trust Malfoy to blow the whole thing wide for him. It did beg the
question though, how the hell had Malfoy found out? There were only three
people who were aware of his… secret. So which one had blabbed?
Malfoy and his cronies chose that moment to enter the room. “Loving the hair,
Potter. Has Weaselbee asked to braid it for you yet?”
Harry fake laughed. “Good one, Malfoy. Has Crabbe or Goyle kissed your arse
this morning, yet?”
Malfoy paled. “Fuck off, queer!”
“Mr. Malfoy! Take your seat and quiet your mouth before I take you before the
Headmaster. Am I clear?” McGonagall said testily.
To his credit, Malfoy took his seat without further comment. The rest of the
students milled in and the lesson went on with no more incidents. Harry knew it
wouldn’t last and that Malfoy would pay him back for McGonagall interfering. It
had been worth it to see Malfoy pale further than his usual white colour. The
day passed and no snide remarks were made at Harry, it was surreal to say the
least.
---oo0oo---
The tale of what had happened in Potter’s Transfiguration lesson soon reached
Severus, and to say he was livid was an understatement. When the days’ lessons
were over, Severus collared Draco in the Slytherin common room and demanded to
see the boy in his office. Draco stood before him moments later looking rather
pleased with himself.
“I have no idea why you are looking so pleased with yourself, Draco. Word has
reached me on your transgression from today.”
“Transgression, Sir?” Draco played innocent.
“Do not play innocent with me, Draco. You know full well what I can talking
about. I dislike Potter as much as you, but I will not tolerate you saying such
disgusting things,” Severus barked.
“But, Sir, Potter is gay!” Draco whined.
“Have you forgotten my own persuasion, Draco? Or are you going to act as though
that conversation never happened?” Severus bellowed.
Draco had the grace to pale considerably. “No, Sir, I haven’t forgotten.”
“Good. Now, if I hear of any more instances where you are berating another
student for their preferences, my punishment for you will be swift and
extremely unpleasant.”
Draco nodded and was dismissed. Severus leaned back in chair, defeat crawling
in. To have his own Godson speak to vilely was painful, speaking to him so
harshly more so. Severus had answered Draco’s question on why he never met with
women a couple of years ago. He had taken it well, so this sudden dislike of
homosexuals was… unusual. It could well be because it was Potter and Draco saw
it as ammunition against his enemy.
Severus sighed deeply. He would need to keep an eye on the child. His sudden
acceptance of what he had said was suspicious at best. Though he doubted Draco
would go against what Severus had said, the boy was a Slytherin and by nature,
a sneak. He would find a way to bully Potter undetected. Severus needed to make
sure that did not happen.
---oo0oo---
Several days passed without incident, and Harry thought the whispers and
pointing had stopped. He was quickly proven wrong. It was the weekend and Harry
was walking down the corridor leading to the library when he was confronted
with Draco- without his cronies.
“Going for a quick shag with one of your queer friends, Potter?” Draco smirked.
“Nope. Why? Want to be my fuck buddy?” Harry smirked back.
“Not in hell, Potter. You disgust me! It’s not natural what you are!”
Harry glared at Malfoy. “I don’t give a flying rats arse what you think,
Malfoy. I’m not interested in you, so go your merry little way and piss off,
ferret.”
Harry made the mistake of turning his back on Malfoy and found himself harshly
shoved against a wall, Malfoy’s wand at his throat. “I’ll make you suffer,
Potter.” Draco hissed.
“What is going on here, Draco?” Severus drawled from behind Malfoy.
Harry had never in his time at Hogwarts been so pleased to see Snape!
“Potter threatened me, Sir. I was defending myself.”
“Interesting, Mr. Malfoy, because that isn’t what I saw. What I witnessed, was
you, once again, being disgusting in your language and berating a fellow
student for being different from yourself. What I also witnessed was you attack
a student and point your wand at them. Do I about have things correct, Mr.
Malfoy?”
Malfoy nodded meekly and released Harry, who rubbed the back of his head where
it had struck the stone wall. He brought his hand away and found it red with
blood. His vision swam, spots dancing around.
“Sir, I don’t feel so good,” Harry slurred.
Unable to fight the darkness, Harry slumped to the ground. The last thing he
saw was Snape’s panic stricken face before the darkness finally claimed him.
--oo0oo---
Severus sat by Potter’s bed waiting for the boy to come around. He’d relived
the moment when Potter slumped to the ground unconscious many times over, and
each time, his heart almost stopped. There had been blood all over Potter’s
hand and Severus’ own when he had lifted the small, unconscious body of the
brat into his arms. He had all but ran to the hospital, yelling over his
shoulder that Draco had better be in his office by the time he reached it or
there would be hell to pay.
He’d burst into the hospital wing and Poppy had come running over tittering
away as she did. The bleeding itself had not been life threatening, just
unsightly. He was told that head wounds often bled a lot and seemed to be worse
than they were. The concussion Potter had, however, was dangerous. Poppy had
set wards to watch over Potter in the event that he woke or became distressed.
Once he had ascertained that the boy was fine for the moment, Severus had
stalked down to his office, rage boiling under the surface.
Throwing the door open and slamming it shut behind him, Severus took
satisfaction in watching Draco jump out of his seat, his face ghostly looking.
Severus said nothing, took his seat and waited. He had found that sitting
patiently made the students who had performed misdeeds more prone to nervous
actions before blabbering everything to him.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Draco whispered.
“You’re sorry? Do you think that even remotely compensates for what you have
done to Mr. Potter? He is lying in the hospital wing- unconscious! You could
have done serious damaged to him, Draco! What the hell were you thinking?”
Severus growled.
“I wasn’t. I just lost it.”
“Lost it, does not even begin to explain why you acted that way, Draco. I told
you that I would not tolerate this kind of behaviour. You would not attack me
for being gay, so why the hell are you attacking Potter? Are you jealous?”
“Jealous? Gods no! I have no interest in Potter that way!”
“Then tell me why!”
“I don’t know! I just think about him with another boy and it disgusts me!”
Severus glared at Draco. “Disgusts you?” He hissed. “So if I were to say that I
was seeing another man, you would be disgusted?”
“No, of course not, it’s different.”
“How in the name of Circe is it different?” Severus yelled.
“Because you’re my Godfather, and he’s just Potter!”
“Draco, it is about time that you grew up. I am, quite frankly, amazed that Mr.
Potter has not beaten the living daylights from you. Your behaviour is
abhorrent at best! He has not been flaunting his preference, nor causing you
any problems. I warned you last time that the consequences would be extremely
unpleasant, I meant it, Draco. I will speak to the Headmaster about your
suspension. You may dislike Mr. Potter, but the fact remains, he is still just
a student, and you have no right to treat him in such a way. You are
dismissed.”
Severus had watched his Godson leave with hurt on his face. In all honesty, it
had hurt Severus to speak to Draco in such a way, but it was important that he
learnt he could not behave in such a way. If it had been mere words, then
Severus would have let it go, knowing full well that Potter could handle
himself. But Draco was taller and was trained in dark magic- there was no
telling what he would have done to the boy.
Severus cast Tempus and saw it was nearing midnight. Poppy had headed for bed
over an hour ago. As soon as he had realised the medi-witch had left for the
night, Severus had snuck into the hospital wing to check on Harry. He still had
yet to return to his own bed. Potter looked small in his hospital bed, his thin
frame dwarfed by it and the sheet wrapped around him. Severus tentatively
reached over and took Potter’s left hand between both his own. It was warm,
smooth on the back but slightly calloused on the fingers from hours of gripping
a broom.
Potter moaned slightly in his sleep but didn’t wake. Severus took the time to
study the boy, his eyes taking in the lengthy hair that was fanned out over the
white pillow. The pale skin lit in the moonlight. The lips that were pink,
plush and oh so kissable. Severus halted that train of thought instantly-
hating himself for it going that way. He is a boy, Severus! He scolded himself.
Sighing, Severus stood and placed the hand he had been holding back on the
sheets. Leaning over the bed, Severus placed the softest of kisses on Potter’s
forehead and brushed a hand through the long hair. It was soft as a raven’s
feathers. Turning abruptly, he swept from the room with his customary billowing
of robes, despite there being no one to witness it.
---oo0oo---
Harry watched through slightly blurred vision as Snape left the hospital wing.
He had woken when he’d felt something warm touch his forehead. It had taken him
a moment to realise that the something warm was Snape’s lips. Snape had kissed
him! A tiny smile had graced Harry’s lips when the door closed silently. A
moment later, Madame Pomfrey appeared.
“I see you’re awake, Mr. Potter. How do you feel?” She asked.
“A bit groggy, slight headache and blurred vision. But I think that’s because I
don’t have my glasses.”
Madame Pomfrey passed them to him and his vision cleared. “Much better, I can
see fine now.”
“Very good. Now, for the headache I have a pain reliever, however, I would like
to keep you here for the rest of the night in case any other problems should
arise. Drink this.”
She handed him the potion and Harry downed it in one. It still tasted as foul
as ever, but he didn’t complain. He knew that Snape brewed the potions and it
would be a cold day in hell before that man ever made one of his potions taste
anything less than disgusting.
“Better?”
“Much, thank you.”
“Excellent. The grogginess should wear off once you’ve had some sleep. So head
down, Mr. Potter, and I will be back to check on you in the morning.”
Pomfrey left the wing and Harry to his own thoughts. It had been strange, Snape
had kissed his forehead and he had been sure that just before he’d woken, that
the man had been holding his hand. Harry recalled what had happened with Malfoy
and was incensed that the Slytherin had managed to harm him. He was normally so
on his guard that Malfoy never got a chance to land the first punch- so to
speak. This time, Harry had been too wrapped up in his own thoughts to
recognised the danger that Malfoy presented.
He hoped that the Headmaster would finally see the blonde had finally gone too
far. It was about time that someone punished Malfoy for his misdeeds. He was
too often allowed to get away with things because his father, Lucius Malfoy,
was on the Board of Governors. Harry had once thought Albus Dumbledore
incapable of falling to the demands of something on the Board, but Harry had
long outgrown that misconception. Dumbledore only saw Harry as a weapon-
nothing more. Because he had defeated Voldemort as a baby, he was somehow
expected to defeat the man again. Harry carried the weight of the world on his
shoulders, and no one, not even Dumbledore, saw fit to give the boy a break.
---oo0oo---
Severus walked back to his rooms, guilt assaulted him. An innocent gesture had
been turned into something awful because of his sick mind. It was not normal to
want a mere boy of fifteen in his bed! The man felt like crying, there was
obviously something wrong with him. Something monstrous inside him that gave
him those disgusting thoughts about a young man half his age. Perhaps people
had been right, and he should have been killed during the first war. Stop it!
He hissed internally. Pitying himself would get him nowhere. He would continue
with his days, and keep his distance from the boy. That would stop the
horrendous thoughts he kept having. If Potter was no longer around him for more
than his lessons, then perhaps Severus could hide his sickness of mind.
Summoning a bottle of Firewhiskey and tumbler, Severus poured himself a
generous amount and knocked it back in one swallow. The fire burned down to his
belly, and soon, he felt more himself. He would see Dumbledore in the morning
and discuss having Draco suspended for a couple of weeks, that should make the
boy see the error of his ways. Severus sneered at the excuses Dumbledore would
no doubt make about how Malfoy Senior could make all their lives hell. It was
pathetic the way the man cowed under the Board. He was supposed to be the most
powerful wizard alive for Merlin’s sake!
Tiredness taking over, Severus stripped as he headed for his bedroom. He had
been taking Dreamless Sleep for weeks, since he had started having disturbingly
sexual dreams about the Potter boy. Lately, the ones that snuck through on the
nights he forgot his potion had been featuring Harry’s recently lengthened
hair, and it being wrapped around his fist as he pounded into Potter from
behind. Taking a double dose, Severus prayed that he would dream of nothing.
---oo0oo---
Weeks went by with no problems for Harry. Draco Malfoy had been suspended for
three weeks, and although Harry would normally feel a sense of satisfaction,
this time he didn’t. Malfoy was obviously misguided in the preferences of males
liking males and Harry only felt pity for the young wizard. Crabbe and Goyle
had given him no hassle and Harry, for the first time in weeks, had been able
to breathe easy in his lessons. The only thing that was bothering Harry was the
way Snape acted around him.
In lessons, he paid the barest amount of attention to Harry. Even when Harry
had accidentally blown up his cauldron, the professor had merely vanished the
mess and told Harry to do some homework from another lesson. Harry was sure
that Hermione had been about to faint when no reprimand had passed Snape’s
lips. If he saw Harry in the corridors, he would make a complete U-Turn and go
back in the direction he had come from.
It had been confusing at first, but now Harry was angry. He had done nothing to
the Potions Master, and Snape was acting as if Harry had the plague. The
weekend was soon upon them again. Hermione and Ron had gone to the Burrow-
Harry had opted to stay behind, intending to confront Snape on his strange
behaviour. The perfect opportunity presented itself on Saturday morning. Harry
knew that Snape kept office hours between twelve and one-thirty for not only
his own House, but any students who wished to speak with him about anything.
Harry waited until one-thirty neared and the last student, a second year
Slytherin, had left the office. Knocking, Harry waited to be granted entry.
Snape pulled the door open and peered down at Harry with a glare.
“What do you want, Potter?” Snape growled.
“I have some questions regarding my latest assignment and wished to discuss
them with you.”
Snape sighed. “Very well. Come inside.”
Harry took the seat opposite Snape’s and took a moment to really study his
professor. Snape had clearly lost some weight, his features more gaunt than
ever. There were shadows under his eyes and he looked exhausted.
“What are you queries?”
“Well, I was wondering exactly which properties of Amortentia you wanted
researching. I seem to have found that there is more than one version of the
potion, but I didn’t know which one you wanted me to go with.”
“Whichever one you wish, Potter. It makes no difference, the properties differ
minimally.”
Harry smiled at Snape. “Well that’s just it, Sir. There is one version of the
potion that is known to have completely the opposite effects. For example,
instead of drawing the intended towards them, it causes the drinker to become
distant. Like ignoring the brewer, not wanting to cross their path in the
corridor or not even giving the person a telling off when they totally destroy
their cauldron.”
Snape glared at Harry with dislike. “I do not know of any such version which
exists, Potter.”
“Really? Well I was beginning to think that I might have slipped you it while
sleep walking, because you have been avoiding me like the plague, and quite
frankly, Sir, it is getting on my nerves. What the hell have I done to make you
behave so?” Harry sighed.
“You have done nothing, Mr. Potter.”
Harry’s eyes hardened at the blatant lie. “I must have done something. Normally
you act with distaste at best, now you just ignore me completely. I was
beginning to think things were improving when you visited me in the hospital
wing.”
Snape paled. “I did not such thing!”
“Liar!” Harry yelled. “I was awake. You held my hand, kissed my forehead and
touched my hair. I was concussed, not delusional.”
“I was concerned for my student.” Snape said meekly.
“Stop lying, Sir. Just tell me why you are avoiding me. There is nothing you
can say that will have me running from this office screaming.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Snape whispered dejectedly.
Harry rose from his seat, went around the desk, and knelt before Snape. “Just
tell me. I promise, I will not run.” Harry whispered “not from you.”
---oo0oo---
Severus stared into the emerald eyes that held such strength and emotion. Fear
made his heart pound in his chest, like it was fighting to break free from his
rib cage. His hands were clammy and he wiped them on his trousers, trying his
best to compose himself.
“You will think me a vile and sick man, Potter. I am not a nice man, nor am I a
kind one.”
“Just spit it out, Professor.”
Severus glared at the boy, but without any malice. “I have been taking far too
much notice of you. I have avoiding you for fear that you would find out what a
disgusting person I am, fear of tainting you.”
“I don’t understand, Sir.”
“Sweet Circe! I have thoughts of you, Potter. Disturbing thoughts. Ones that no
adult should have about a student, let alone a boy of fifteen!”
“Thoughts, Sir?”
“For the love of Merlin, Potter! Do I have to spell it out for you?” Severus
snarled.
“I think you’re going to have to.”
Severus got close to Potter, their faces mere centimetres apart. “I have dreams
about bending you over my desk and wrapping my hand in that beautifully long
hair of yours. I dream of making you scream my name as you come with me.”
Severus took satisfaction in the downcast eyes and blush that spread across the
boy’s cheeks. What he didn’t expect was the eyes to return to his and he filled
with hunger… lust and dear Merlin was that excitement?
“Really, Professor. That’s… interesting.” Was all Potter said.
“Interesting?” Severus repeated dumbly.
“Indeed. You see, Sir, I’ve been having some rather… vivid dreams of my own.
And they match yours in a rather uncanny manner.” Potter said breathily.
Severus gasped at the boy’s words. Impossible! He thought. There was no way on
this earth that Potter was even remotely interested in him. He put the boy to
the test.
“Really, Potter? What if I were to lock this office door, proceed to strip you
bear and fuck you mercilessly over my desk?”
Potter blushed profusely. “I would say that it is a very enticing idea.”
Pushing the limits further, Severus darted forward and claimed Potter’s mouth
in a ferocious kiss- bruising in its intensity. He had not been prepared for
the kiss to be returned, and more still, a tongue to be seeking entrance to his
mouth. It was absurd! Severus knew he should end it all. Now! But he couldn’t.
Potter’s mouth was so sweet, tender and oh so innocent.
Opening his mouth, Severus met Potter’s inquisitive tongue with his own,
stroking it along the younger wizard’s length of muscle. The boy groaned into
his mouth, and the noise went straight to his cock. It was that sound which
snapped him back to reality. Jerking back, Severus panted and glared at the
boy.
“This is ridiculous, Potter! You are not interested in me. Leave, and don’t
come back. You will not be suffered a second time.”
Severus rose and left the office without a backward glance. If he had, he would
have seen the tears filling the eyes that he had come to no longer associate
with Lily’s- his dearest friend from childhood.
---oo0oo---
Harry watched the man leave and fought to regain control of his raging
emotions. He was furious at Snape for making him feel like an idiot. He had
truly thought the man interested in him, and all along it had been another way
to humiliate him. Harry was also hurt, because the kiss he had shared with his
professor had been nothing like he had ever thought it would be- it was so much
more.
Now he had experienced those lips he wanted to again and again. Getting up from
his kneeling perch on the floor, Harry dried his eyes and went in search of
Snape again. The man did not get to kiss him and then run off like that, it was
rude and downright hurtful. Harry walked corridor after corridor until he was
ready to give in looking for Snape. The professor had apparently disappeared
into thin air- it was like trying to catch smoke when attempting to locate
Snape.
He wasn’t ready to head back to the Tower, so Harry took a detour up to the
Astronomy Tower. The tower had always been a place that Harry could just let go
and be a young man of fifteen. Not The-Boy-Who-Lived, the one who had to defeat
Voldemort or even Harry Potter- he was just Harry.
Traipsing up the many stairs that led to the top of the tower, Harry’s thoughts
turned back to the kiss in Snape’s office. The fire that had been in Snape’s
eyes was all consuming. It had lit a returning fire in Harry, one that burned
in the pits of his belly. Harry touched his lips, the ghost of that kiss still
there, laying beneath his skin.
Pushing the door open and walking out to the edge of the railings that blocked
anyone from accidentally falling Harry looked out into the dusk. The sky was a
combination of pinks and deep purples- it was beautiful. A sigh drew Harry’s
attention to his right and he saw Snape admiring the same view. His mouth went
dry, his heart beat faster and his palms were suddenly clammy.
Harry cleared his throat. “Professor?”
Startled, Snape turned to face him. “Potter. What do you want?”
“Enjoying the view.”
Snape raised an eyebrow. “Indeed.”
Harry turned back to the view and attempted to block out the presence of Snape,
but it was so difficult. His shadow alone was enough to draw Harry’s attention
to him every few minutes.
 
“Sir, about earlier…”
“Leave it, Potter. I am not interested in the ramblings of a hormonal teenager.
It was nothing, it meant nothing, and there will be nothing further like it.”
“Please, Sir, just give me a minute…”
“No, Potter! Enough! I do not wish to hear it. There is nothing that you can
say that will make me hate myself any more than I do.” Snape snarled at him.
Harry went over to Snape and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Just stop a moment,
please…”
He didn’t get chance to finished his sentence before a fist collided with his
cheek.
“Do not touch me, Potter!” Snape hissed.
Harry picked himself up from the floor and glared at Snape, tears clouding his
vision. “I don’t understand.”
“There is nothing to understand, Potter! I took advantage of a fifteen year old
young man.”
Harry gaped. “You didn’t take advantage! I wanted you to kiss me!”
Snape barked out at a laugh. “You do not know what you want, Potter. You have
not had enough experience in the world to know if you want to be with men or
women, least of all a man twice your age who has committed torture, attended
raids and murdered people!”
“Because you had no alternative!” Harry yelled.
Snape grabbed Harry by the front of his robes and hauled Harry in the air. “I
mean it, Potter. Stay away from me.”
Dropping Harry to the floor Snape took off back toward the door.
“No,” Harry hissed.
Snape stopped. “I beg your pardon, Potter?”
“You heard me. No, I will not stay away from you.”
“If you wish to make yourself suffer, Mr. Potter, I will not stop you.”
Snape passed through the door and was gone before Harry could make any further
comment. Harry was incensed. How dare he talk to Harry like he was nothing more
than a child! He knew what, or rather who, he wanted. He was stubborn and Harry
would fight tooth and nail to make sure that he got Snape, no matter the cost.
---oo0oo---
Severus walked as fast as his legs would carry him from the tower, his heart
beating wildly in his chest. Having Potter so close to him again had been
overwhelming; the mere scent of the boy was enough to cloud his senses. His
knuckles ached from punching the young wizard, a move that Severus despised
himself for.
He had never meant to hurt Potter, just make him see sense that pursuing a
relationship with Severus would be detrimental to him. He had nothing to offer
Potter. He was a bitter man, with more counts of evil under his belt than most
men. He could not allow Potter, an innocent young man, to become embroiled in
the life he led. He was still a spy for Dumbledore, and such made his life
dangerous.
Severus knew that eventually Potter would have to face the Dark Lord and it was
uncertain who would be the victor of that battle. He knew that at any moment,
he could be found out and his life forfeit. He would not put Potter through
that. If the boy should somehow come to love Severus then how could he put him
through the agony of losing a loved one?
No. He would thwart any of Potter’s future advances and remain in the shadows
where he belonged. Men like him were not entitled to happiness, joy or love.
Severus had endured thirty- five years of being unloved, why change the habit
of a lifetime? Draco would be returning to Hogwarts in a matter of days, he
would have enough of his time stolen in making sure the blonde did not kill
Potter.
Severus was not entirely sure as to what had sparked the sudden murderous
intent of his Godson. Draco had always been adverse to killing and knew that
eventually, his father would be forced to bringing him before the Dark Lord to
take the Mark. The initiation was always the murder of a Muggle. No matter how
much Draco had been brought up to despise the Muggles, the boy would not able
to kill the chosen Muggle and the Dark Lord would kill Draco.
Severus was certain that his advances of Potter were nothing more than lust,
but lately, he wasn’t so sure. His every waking thought was consumed by the
boy. The bright eyes that were windows to his every emotion. The way Potter
moved, in a body that was far too small for him and yet he was lithe in his
movements. The hair that had grown inexplicably long and Severus longed to run
his fingers through it. Severus knew it was only a matter of time before he
succumbed to his wants. He prayed to the Gods that Potter would rebuff the
advance and come to his senses.
---oo0oo---
Harry finally left the tower and returned to the Gryffindor common room. Ron
and Hermione were playing a game of chess. Their games often lasted hours. Ron
was the master of strategy and often won, but Hermione was patient and studied
every move possible before deciding on a strategy to adopt. It was enthralling
to watch the two of them matched in such a battle of intelligence. Ron was not
the brightest bulb in the box, or so the Muggle saying went, but he was the
most brilliant person Harry had ever met when it came to employing strategical
advances.
“Hey, mate… Harry! What the hell happened to your face?” Ron yelped.
Hermione ran to him and became tittering away as she assessed the damage.
“It’s nothing, Ron.”
“The hell it isn’t!”
The boy took on a red tinge and Harry was concerned that he may explode where
he stood.
“Who did this, Harry?” Hermione asked softly.
“I said it’s nothing, Hermione.”
The young witch sighed, dispelled his braid and ran her fingers through it to
work out any kinks. Harry enjoyed the sensation and closed his eyes. Since his
hair had lengthened, Harry enjoyed the way Hermione would always work out the
kinks. It was a sweet gesture and he loved her for her thoughtfulness.
“Careful there, mate. I may get jealous.”
Harry knew that Ron was joking, but it snapped him to attention all the same.
“Sorry, Ron. I… I’m just going to go lay down.”
He sighed when he heard footsteps follow him. Ron was not about to let go of
the bruise that had no doubt appeared on his cheek.
“Harry, please, tell me who did this to you.”
“Just leave it alone, Ron. I really don’t want an argument.”
Ron frowned. “Why would this turn into an argument?”
“Because if I told you, and why they did it, you would either go after them or
tell me I’m an idiot for ever think that…” Harry stopped, afraid of revealing
anything.
“Harry, I will swear an oath not to lose my temper if it would just get you to
tell me who the hell hurt you!”
“It was Snape, okay!” Harry bellowed. “He hit me because I dared to tell him
how I felt!”
Ron blinked. “What?”
“Merlin, Ron! I kissed him! And… and it just all went to pot! He fled, I
followed, we disagreed and he hit me!” Harry cried as tears poured down his
face.
“Harry… I… I didn’t realise you cared for him.”
Harry stared at Ron dumbly. He had been so sure that his best friend would blow
a fuse. He hated Snape, almost as much as Harry had- at one stage anyway. To be
so accepting of his admission, it was disconcerting to say the least.
“I do, Ron. I care so fucking much! He just won’t let me explain!”
“Harry, he’s teacher. He knows that to get involved with a student, an underage
one at that would land him a rather long stint in Azkaban!”
“I know! But it does not alter the fact that I…”
“You what?”
“Gods, Ron. I think I love him.”
“Hmm… That does present a problem, doesn’t it?”
Harry laughed bitterly. “A problem? Ron, it’s a fucking mountain!”
“I know, mate. What can I do?”
Harry blinked. “What?”
“What can I do? To help, I mean.”
“I don’t know, Ron. Lock us both in his classroom?”
Ron laughed. “You know, that might just work.”
Harry gaped. “Are you mad? He’d kill me, bring me back just so he could kill me
all over again!”
“Maybe. But wouldn’t it be worth it?”
“Yes,” Harry said without pause.
---oo0oo---
Severus went through the daily rigmarole of classes until the day Draco
returned to the school. The boy was subdued, almost fearful. It unnerved
Severus greatly. The opportunity to talk his Godson alone arose a week after
his return. It was Saturday, meaning his was performing office hours. It was
almost the end and when a knock had sounded at the door, for a moment he had
thought it might be Potter. For a moment, he had felt a strong wave of longing.
“Draco, come in,” he said as he opened the door.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Draco took the seat opposite Severus and said… nothing.
“What can I do for you, Draco?”
“I… I wanted to apologise. My behaviour before my suspension was abhorrent and
I should not have readily sought out to hurt Potter for being who he is. I will
apologise to him as soon as I leave the office.”
Severus blinked. “Very well. Now, let’s be honest, did you mean a word of
that?”
“Yes. My father gave me a lot to think about over the time of my suspension. I
am aware of the… relationship he had with you when you were at school together.
I think it was brought home that my reaction to Potter’s preference was
disgusting. My father once held a lot of affection for you, and now he holds so
much respect for you. I have to ask though, Severus, do you care for Potter?”
Severus gasped. He cannot know the truth! “No, I do not care for Potter.”
“Please, Godfather, do not lie to me. I can see it in the way you look at him.
There is no loathing in your eyes. At first, I thought it was admiration, or
even respect. But the more that I think on it, the more I think it is…
affection. It’s disconcerting and a little… strange. However, I believe that
Potter cares for you also.”
“What are you talking about, child?”
“Don’t insult my intelligence, Severus. Potter’s eyes practically shine when he
looks at you.”
Severus was flummoxed. Was it possible? Could the boy really feel something for
him? Was it all not an act after all? Severus couldn’t bare it. He closed his
eyes in pain, if it was the case, then punching the boy on the Astronomy Tower
had been a gross miscalculation.
“Draco, you and I both know that any teacher who enters into a relationship
with a student, especially an underage one, would only earn themselves a long
sentence in Azkaban.”
Draco smirked slyly. “Only if they were caught.”
It was utter madness. “Draco, are you… consenting to me entering a relationship
with Potter?”
“Godfather, if it made you happy. Made you smile like you did when I was a
child; I was consent to you having a relationship with an ogre.”
Severus laughed. “Draco… Thank you, child. It is times like these that you make
me so proud of you and the man you are becoming.”
Draco blushed and thanked him. “Please, Severus, do not throw away a chance at
happiness. You, above all others, deserve it.”
---oo0oo---
Four weeks had passed since Harry had admitted to Ron how he felt about the
Potions Master. For four weeks they had been plotting for the perfect moment
for Harry to approach Snape and do something about it all. In those four weeks,
Harry had only seen Snape in class. He no longer attended meals in the Great
Hall. In lesson, he paid no attention to Harry at all.
It was frustrating for Harry. The more the man avoided him, the more intensely
Harry wanted to be with him. It was like a virus, it consumed it, took over his
senses. He hardly ate, barely drank and had no motivation at all. He suddenly
knew what it was like to love someone, and for that love to not be returned. It
was soul destroying. It all came to a head at the end of the week.
“Harry! I can’t take this anymore!” Hermione screamed. “Please, just go do
something about it! For the love of Merlin, if I have to watch you play with
your food instead of eating it, I am going to speak to Snape myself!”
Harry just glared at her. “Leave it out, Hermione. It’s no use.”
“You don’t know that!”
“Don’t I? He punched me, Hermione! That alone is telling that Snape is not
interested in me.”
Ron pulled Harry away from Hermione and the pair went for a walk in the
grounds. It was a crisp morning, dew still evident on the grass, the sun bright
in the sky.
“Harry, she’s got a point. Look at you; you’re even skinnier than when you’ve
spent the summer at the Dursley’s! There’s shadows under your eyes, your pale
and thin. I don’t think Snape is as uninterested in you as you think.”
“Weaselbee is right, Potter.” Came Malfoy’s voice.
“What do you want, ferret?”
“You wound me, Weasley. Potter, my Godfather is not as unfeeling as you think.
He is a harsh man, who has endured a harsh life. He does not open up easily to
anyone, even myself. It’s hard for him. On top of that, if he were caught in a
relationship with a student, it could earn him the Dementor’s Kiss. As loathe
as I am to admit it, Weasley is correct. You need only show Severus that you
care, and he will believe it.”
“Come off it, Malfoy! How the hell is Harry meant to show Snape anything if the
man won’t even let Harry near him?”
“He’ll be performing office hours this morning. Wait until the end. I will be
there to help. Do not mistake me though, Potter. If you hurt my Godfather, that
scrap in the halls will seem like child’s play. Are we understood?”
Harry nodded dumbly. Draco Malfoy was offering to help Harry? It had to be a
trap. But then, Snape was his Godfather, and Harry didn’t think he would do
anything to hurt the man he’d known all his life.
“Thank you,” Harry whispered.
“I’m not doing it for you, Potter. I’m doing it for Severus. Oh, and Potter,
whatever you do, don’t call him professor, or sir or anything that would relate
to his profession, it will only make him close off.”
Harry nodded again and the blonde Slytherin walked away.
“What do you think, Harry?”
“I think he’s genuine. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt Snape, he’s his
Godfather.”
Ron agreed. Their plans to lock him in the room with Snape were under way. They
would see what Malfoy had planned when the Slytherin turned up and go from
there. Harry prayed to the Gods that luck would be on his side, and that he
could figure out a way to ‘show’ Snape how he felt.
---oo0oo---
Severus sat at the desk in his office a headache pounding away. He’d had a
steady string of students who were whining over the assignment he had set them
over the weekend. It was too hard or I don’t understand. It was pitiful. He
asked for a mere three feet or parchment depicting the difference between
Draught of Living Death and Dreamless Sleep. The brewing ingredients and stages
were very similar. Both performed similar tasks. Dreamless Sleep put the
drinker into a sleep so powerful they did not dream. Draught of Living Death
did something close enough, except it made the drinker simulate death. The
heart slowed to an imperceptible rate, breathing was apparently none existent.
It was almost the end of his office hours and Severus would finally be able to
breathe easy. It was days like then that he had no idea why he had turned to
teaching, he abhorred children. Always whining over how life was unfair. Well,
he had news for them- it didn’t get any easier in adulthood. A tentative knock
sounded and Severus growled for them to enter. Glaring at the door, he was
faced with a thunderous looking Potter.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Potter?”
The boy said nothing, merely taking a seat opposite him. The headache thumped
behind his eyes and Severus felt his temper rise a few notches.
“I asked you a question, Potter.”
“I know that, Sir.”
“Then perhaps you would do me the grace of answering!” Severus hissed.
“Well, therein lies the problem. You won’t answer my own question.”
Severus snarled. “I do not recall you asking me a question, Potter.”
“Perhaps not out loud.”
“Potter, I have a headache, I am in no mood for your childish games.”
“This is no game. I do not make a habit of playing games when it comes to my
emotions.”
Severus rose to his full height. “Get out, Potter.”
“No.”
“I said get out!”
“And I said no!”
Before Severus had time to respond he heard the distinctive click of his office
door locking.
“Potter, unlock that door this instant!”
Potter had the gall to smile at him. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Professor.”
Grabbing the boy by his robes, he hauled Potter to his feet and backed him
against the desk. “You better unlock that door if you know what is good for
you, boy.”
“As I said, I cannot do that. You see, I had a rather interesting conversation
with Draco Malfoy. He seems to be under the impression that you are… more
interesting in me than you have let on- even went so far as to say you care for
me. The confusing thing is that I distinctly remember you punching me when I
attempted to get you to admit the same thing.”
Severus stared at Potter, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He was
going to murder Draco the moment he got out of this office.
“I believe Draco has been misleading you, Potter.”
“I thought the same thing, but there’s this wonderful thing called Legilimency
and Draco was kind enough to allow me to perform it on him. Seeing the memory
in his mind, I am now aware that you have been lying to me, Professor, and I
detest lies.”
Severus floundered for words, his brain refusing to engage.
“Legilimency? Impossible, no one of your age can perform such a difficult piece
of magic!”
“Wrong. It seems I am a natural Legilimens. Draco taught me the spell and
instinct took over from there. It is of course made easier if the person whose
mind I am looking into is able to use Legilimency themselves. Draco has been
able to use mind magic since he was a small boy. It seems old Malfoy is good
for something after all.”
“Unlock the door and let me out.”
“No. I know that Draco would like nothing more than to see you happy, and the
strange thing is- I believe him.”
“Potter, please, desist from this line of talk this minute.”
“No, I’m not finished. So Draco for once worked with me. We spent hours poring
over book after book on locking charms. Draco found a rather complex but…
suitable charm. You see, once cast, the person or persons locked in the room
must fulfil their hearts desire. You cannot lie past the charm, because the
magic of it can tell what you truly desire above all else. If the desire is not
met, the charm will not release the trapped. Furthermore, it is impossible for
the caster to remove the charm, even if Imperioused because the requirements of
the charm have not been met.”
Severus’ eyes filled with rage. “You. Did. What?”
“Me? I did nothing, Professor. However, your Godson, well, he is a different
matter entirely.”
Draco! That boy was beyond dead! How dare he meddle in matters not concerning
him! There was no way that he could fulfil his desire, it was repulsive, he was
a monster for even considering starting this… debacle, let alone actually doing
so.
“It is impossible, Potter!”
“Well I guess we are stuck here for eternity then. I have a mountain homework
to complete, so feel free to fill the time with whatever you choose. Oh, and
don’t even try summoning an elf to apparate you out of here, no one can get in-
I checked for any loopholes.” Potter smirked at him.
Severus wrenched the boy from the desk and into the nearest wall. Potter had no
idea what he was asking of Severus! In that single moment, Severus felt a mix
of emotion. Rage that the boy had outsmarted him. Pride that Potter had for
once used the brain that nature had given him. Sorrow that the one thing he
wanted above all else was trapped in the room with him and he could do nothing
about it.
“You have no idea what you have done!”
“Please, just give me a chance to show you that I mean everything I have been
saying!”
Sneering at the boy, Severus hissed, “there is no way for you to show me
anything, Potter.”
“There is!”
At Potter’s desperate cry something amazing happened. He had been trying to get
into Potter’s mind throughout the entire discussion and suddenly, all the walls
dropped and Severus plunged into the boy’s mind. He saw everything. The way
Potter looked at him, how he, Severus, was the only focus of his attention in
class, in his dreams and in the way Potter always tried to seek him out at
meals.
Severus watched as Potter went through dream after dream of the two of them
locked in passionate embraces. Their love making was never anything short of
explosive. Severus felt how desperately Potter fought to make Severus see that
the boy cared for him.
Gently disentangling himself from Potter’s mind, Severus released him from the
crushing grasp against the wall and just… sagged. It was simply not possible!
He could not want someone like him. He was broken beyond repair. Severus knew
he did not deserve to be cared for.
“Severus?” Potter whispered.
He snapped. He pushed Potter against the wall again, but with less force and
crushed his mouth against the boy’s. It was just like the first and only time
he had kissed Potter. His mouth was soft, sweet, inquisitive and gentle. There
was nothing forced about it. Their tongues stroked one another, each seeking to
learn the contours of the other’s mouth.
Fingers twisted in his robes, pushing, shoving, and doing everything in their
power to remove the heavy outer robe. Releasing Potter long enough to remove
the robe, Severus allowed it to drop to the floor with a soft ‘thump’. Severus
grabbled with Potter’s shirt, dragging it over his head, revealing a pale, thin
chest. His hands roamed over the warm skin, mapping out its texture. There were
a few scars, one specific one that spanned the length of his chest in a
diagonal line.
“What caused this?” Severus asked, pulling away slightly to see the scar
properly.
Potter crossed his arms over his chest, effectively hiding the scar. “Nothing.
An accident.”
“I thought you detested lies?”
Potter sighed. “My uncle caused it. We got into an argument at the end of last
year. When he was told that Voldemort had returned, he blamed me. They remember
the fear of him being around in the first war, and he believes I was the reason
he rose to power the first time around. He lost his temper and grabbed a
kitchen knife. I was in hospital for months recovering.”
“Why was he not arrested for this?” Severus cried.
“Because I lied to the doctors. I said that I had been out and someone had
attempted to mug me.”
“Why?”
“Because Dumbledore made sure to drill into me the benefit of the blood wards.
My aunt threatened to throw me out if I told them the truth of what happened.
Without the wards, I would have been left at the mercy of Voldemort.”
Severus growled and pulled Potter to him. The boy remained completely rigid
before finally giving in and allowing himself to be hugged. It was almost
unnatural for Severus to show any display of comfort or affection, but Potter’s
words had hit him hard. Letting him go, Severus took his frock coat and shirt
off, exposing his own chest. It was more scarred than Potter’s, but just as
pale.
“I understand, Harry. My own father was just as abusive. I will never allow you
back into their care. Never!”
Resuming their kiss, Severus held onto Harry as if he were a lifeline. Biting
at Harry’s lower lip, he revelled in the soft groan the boy gave at the
attention. Tugging at his belt alerted Severus to Harry wanted to unfasten it.
He chuckled at Harry’s eagerness and allowed him to undo the belt and unsnap
his trousers. They slung lowly on his hips, and he heard Harry gasp. Toeing off
his boots, Severus slipped his trousers off leaving him stood in just his black
silk boxers. Severus was hard and the material tented where the head of his
cock poked at them.
Severus hurriedly unbuttoned Harry’s jeans and slipped them down the boy’s
legs. As he knelt before Harry, removing the trainers and jeans in one swift
motion, he was eyelevel with the jutting erection of the boy and his mouth
watered at the thought of taking it in his mouth. Leaning forward, his tongue
flicked at Harry’s cock through the thin cotton material of his boxers. A harsh
gasp sounded above him and Severus smirked up at Harry.
“Enjoying yourself, Mr. Potter?” Severus said silkily.
“Yes.” Was Harry’s husky reply.
His face was flushed, beads of sweat had gathered on Harry’s forehead. Rising
to his full height, Severus dragged Harry to his desk, and lifted the light
body onto the cool polished wood. Standing between Harry’s legs, Severus
attacked his chest with fervour. He kissed, bit and licked every inch of
exposed skin, finally arriving at one nipple. Taking it between his teeth,
Severus lightly bit into the rosy bud and inwardly smirked at Harry’s moan of
pleasure.
Switching sides, he paid the other homage. Unable to hold off any longer,
Severus vanished both their boxers and he stared at Harry in wonder. It amazed
him that someone as pure and innocent as Harry could want him. The cock that
stood proudly from a nestle of black curls was red at the tip, the head
glistened with the precome that had obviously been leaking from him. Severus
wanted to taste it, to take the cock in his mouth and worship it until Harry
screamed his name.
Scrambling for his wand, Severus threw up the strongest silencing charm he
knew, and stalked back over to Harry. The boy was reclined back on his elbows,
watching Severus with avid interest.
“Plan on being loud, Severus?”
“Not at all. You, on the other hand, will be a different story,” Severus
drawled.
Harry visibly shivered at his words, his cock twitching- seemingly eager to
have that promise fulfilled.
“I want to taste you.” Harry whispered.
Shocked at the spoken words, Severus stalled in his return to Harry. He hadn’t
expected the boy to want to take an active role in what was happening. It was
more than likely Harry’s first time with anyone, let alone a man. Without
saying anything, Severus cast a cushioning charm on the desk, knowing that the
unforgiving wood would be murder on his knees.
The desk was more than large enough to accommodate both of them. Scooting Harry
back, Severus climbed onto the desk. Laying down so that they were head to
tail, Severus began by planting hot kisses against Harry’s inner thighs. He
heard the young wizard gasp above him. He finally arrived at Harry’s groin and
ghosted his breath over the head of Harry’s cock.
He was stolen from a reaction though when he felt a tongue lick a path from
root to tip of his own pulsing member. Groaning, Severus gave in to the boy’s
ministrations. Taking one of Harry’s balls into his mouth, Severus rolled it
around, letting Harry set his own pace. The warm mouth engulfed the head of his
prick and Severus almost went cross-eyed.
It was unskilled, but innocent, and Severus revelled in every second of it. He
knew that this was Harry’s first encounter with another man, and a part of him
felt honoured that the young wizard had chosen him for such a trusting act.
Giving in to temptation, Severus swallowed Harry’s cock in one go until the
head hit the back of his throat. Above him, Harry groaned around his cock,
sending shivers up the man’s spine.
---oo0oo---
Harry moaned as Severus took his cock into his throat and began to suck with
vigour. The heavy cock that lay in his own mouth was as wide as it was long.
The first taste he’d gotten of it was enough to just whet his appetite, but he
wanted more. He knew that he was probably sloppy in his motions, but he wanted
so badly to please the man he had come to care deeply for.
Following Severus’ lead, Harry took the man’s cock as far into his mouth as he
dared. The tip just pushed into his throat and Harry knew that he could go no
further. Not wanting to gag and make himself sick, he used his hand to
stimulate the part of Severus’ cock not in his mouth. Setting a comfortable
pace, Harry began bobbing his head back and forth.
He’d soon realised the man’s intentions when he had climbed onto the desk
beside him. Harry had turned to his side, making it easier for him to reach
Severus’ cock. His own cock throbbed almost painfully, straining to release.
The mouth wrapped around him was hot, wet and wonderful.
A questioning finger was circling his anus, as if waiting for encouragement.
Giving it non verbally, Harry wriggled his arse against the finger. The tip
pressed in and Harry winced slightly at the burn. It soon disappeared to be
replaced with pleasure as Severus hit something inside him. A second finger
joined the first and they steadily pumped in and out of him before a third
finger joined the fray.
Harry struggled to control his body, his releasing quickly rushing in. Scraping
his teeth down Severus’ cock was all the warning that he could give the man
before his orgasm exploded through him. Pulling back, Harry roared as he spilt
down the man’s throat, and Severus swallowed every drop.
---oo0oo---
Severus knew the moment that Harry was about to orgasm. He drank every drop the
boy had to give and enjoyed it all. It was slightly bitter, but not quite
unpleasant. Shifting away, Severus slipped down from the desk and stood before
Harry.
“Get on up on your knees, Harry,” Severus growled heatedly.
The young wizard complied, his movements shaky from the orgasm he’d just had.
He moved Harry so that the boy was perched on his knees on the edge of the
desk. Severus prepared Harry a little more, ensuring that he would be stretched
enough to accommodate Severus’ size. Despite being a passionate lover, he did
not want to hurt Harry.
Harry keened softly as his fingers pumped in and out of Harry’s arse. Severus
smirked at the sounds, taking satisfaction in knowing that he was the cause of
them. Feeling that Harry was ready, Severus took his aching cock in his head
and proceeding to push his way into the boy’s body. The head breached the ring
of muscle and Harry grunted in pain. Smoothing a hand down Harry’s back, he
murmured soothing noises to calm him.
The boy nodded and Severus took is a nod to continue. Pressing further, Severus
groaned when he was fully sheathed in the hot, tight and pulsing channel. He
wanted nothing more than to pound forcefully into Harry, but knew he needed
time to adjust to the intrusion.
“Move. Now!” Harry growled at him.
Reaching forward, Severus loosened the braid of Harry’s hair and wound it
around his fist like a rope. Tugging on it, he forced Harry to lean back, and
Severus leaned down to kiss and bite the boy’s neck. Pulling almost all the way
out of Harry, Severus snapped his hips forward and buried himself over and over
again into Harry.
The cries of pleasure spurred him on, standing up he didn’t release his hold on
Harry’s hair and used it as leverage to literally pound Harry into the wooden
desk. He was close to his own orgasm, but was determined to wring another from
the young body below him. Reaching a hand around Harry, he grasped the once
again hard cock and set a rhythm as relentless as his pounding.
“Come with me, Harry,” Severus hissed in his ear.
Driving forward, Severus’ cock brushed Harry’s prostate and the young wizard
screamed Severus’ name before coming in hot ribbons over Severus’ hand and the
desk. The scream spurred the man into his own orgasm and growled as he came
hard. White spots danced before his eyes before he collapsed bonelessly on top
of Harry.
“Severus.” Harry breathed.
“Hmmm…?”
“I don’t think I can move.”
Severus chuckled. He wasn’t so sure that he could either- but he did. Standing
up, his deflated cock slipped from Harry and he cast a wandless cleaning spell.
Holding out a hand to Harry, he helped the young man stand up and supported his
weight until he came down from the orgasm induced high.
“Are you injured?”
Harry burst out laughing. “Only you could give mind-blowing sex and then ask if
your lover was injured. I am fine, thank you for the concern though.”
Severus startled at the term ‘lover’. “Harry… is this… is it something you wish
to repeat?”
The boy turned around and Severus knew his eyes showed the uncertainty he felt.
Walking toward him, he felt Harry’s arms go around his waist as he held Severus
loosely.
“It is something that I wish to repeat time and again. For as long as you will
have me.”
Severus sighed a breath of relief. He had been so sure that it would be a one-
time thing. He held Harry tightly before murmuring that they needed to get
dressed. Each clothed themselves silently- Severus was lost in his thoughts. He
was still completely stupefied that someone as young and beautiful as Harry
would want a snarky old man for his lover.
He went for the door and turned the handle, but it refused to open. Severus was
confused. Harry had said that the door would not unlock until each of the
desires of the persons locked in had been met. Severus had all but fucked Harry
into oblivion and still the door would not budge.
“I don’t understand,” Severus grumbled.
He turned to face Harry who wore a soft smile on his face. “Your desires have
been met. Mine, however, have not.”
“I still do not understand.”
“What was this for you, Severus? A fuck or something else?”
Severus was confused at first, then he realised. It wasn’t just a fuck. He had
made love to the boy.
“I love you, Severus.”
The whispered words met his ears and Severus blinked stupidly. The boy loved
him? Severus had been sure that it was all lust he felt for Harry, but he knew
now that it wasn’t. Those words had been all he had longed to hear for such a
long time. And now they had been uttered by the least likely person. He
realised something then- he loved Harry. He wanted to make love to Harry every
night. He wanted to always see that smiling face and hear those words. Simply
put, he wanted Harry.
“As I you.”
A soft click sounded and Severus knew the door had unlocked, but neither moved
for it. The two wizards stood staring at one another, neither sure what should
be done. Harry started for the door and Severus felt deflated. He was just
going to leave.
Poking his head out of the door, Harry muttered something to someone before
closing the door- Harry still in the room. A wave of his hand and the lock
clicked into place once more.
“Show me just how much you love me.”
And Severus did. Many times over and until the sun’s purple rays of the next
morning shone through the window.
---oo0oo---
Harry stood in the doorway, watching Severus as he read his morning paper. It
had been five years since that day in Severus’ office when Draco had cast the
locking charm that would result in the Potions Master and The Saviour to become
lovers. In five years Harry and Severus had defeated the Dark Lord, buried
their friends who had died in the battle, Harry had become the DADA professor,
Severus was the Headmaster after Albus had been killed by a stray Killing Curse
cast from Bellatrix’ Lestrange’s wand, and Harry had some news.
“Severus… we need to talk,” Harry called softly from his stance in the doorway.
The man looked to him, confusion apparent in his ebony eyes. “What is it,
Harry?”
“I uh… I… Gods this is so hard!”
“You can tell me anything, Harry.”
Harry had always thought that he could, but he was terrified of his lover’s
reaction. Tears clouded his vision. Closing his eyes against them, Harry fought
back the sob rising in his throat. Strong arms wrapped around him and he was
pulled against a solid chest.
“Harry, just tell me, you are scaring me.” Severus pleaded with him.
It was one of the rare times that Severus showed emotion, and Harry was for
once not grateful for it.
“Please don’t be angry with me.”
“Harry, for the love of Merlin just spit it out!”
“I’m pregnant!” Harry cried pitifully.
“What?” Severus whispered.
“I’m fucking pregnant! I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you would blow
up about it!”
“You thought what?”
Harry blinked and pulled back. “You’re not angry?”
“Why the hell would I be angry, Harry?” Severus murmured soothingly.
“You hate children?”
“No, I dislike children who refuse to put any work into their learning.”
“You mean you’re… happy?” Harry asked hopefully.
Severus smiled at Harry. “Of course I am happy, silly Gryffindor. How far?”
“About two months.”
“You mean…?”
“Yep. That night two months ago in your office. Our anniversary and you wanted
to repeat the first time we made love.”
Severus swooped Harry into his arms and swept off for the bedroom.
“I think it’s time I showed you again just how much I love you.” Severus
growled.
Severus kicked the door behind them and Harry smirked knowing that the night
ahead would be just as passionate, if not more so, than that first night five
years ago. Harry wondered how many times he could make Severus scream before
lips descended upon his own.
“I love you.” Severus whispered against his lips.
“Always,” Harry whispered back.
~Finis~
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