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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Albus_Dumbledore/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Severus_Snape, Albus_Dumbledore
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
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      Published: 2003-11-15 Words: 2826
****** In the Garden of Eden ******
by noe [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     Albus Dumbledore gives in to temptation, and discovers some things
     about Snape and himself.
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
     the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an
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     Author's notes: warnings: A mild chan issue, Snape is 16 here,
     voyeurism.
     This story was written for the Albus Dumbledore/Severus Snape
     Buggering Bee, part of the Snapledore Carnal Carnival, at http://
     snapledore.slashcity.net/bee
In the Garden of Eden




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