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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Challenge_Response, Series, Romance, Unusual_Sexual_Situation
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      Published: 2003-04-11 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4535
****** Intense Desire ******
by Jean Tarin [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     CHALLENGES: 3 Draco Malfoy throws a hex on Harry that makes Harry
     horny as Hell, but Draco had not expected Harry to make Snape his
     object of attention. 63 Snape has to tutor Harry on dueling. 181
     Severus must at some point say, "You are naked and you are not in
     your right mind."
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: Part of "From Duck til Dawn-the Harry Potter/Severus
     Snape Fuh-Q-Fest" at: http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS
     1. Agito is Latin for toss, as into set in motion. 2. Caedes is Latin
     for cut or kill. 3. Conglacio is Latin for freeze or stop. 4.
     Concupisco is Latin for intense desire.
***** Intense Desire *****
Intense Desire




  Draco Malfoy opened his eyes cautiously. His head was still pounding from the
  day before. He slowly took in the green drapes around his comfortable, but
  much too small, bed. He closed his eyes again quickly. I'll just stay in bed.
  They won't miss me.
  Draco's father, Lucius, had been killed the month before school was to let
  out for the summer holidays. His mother, Narcissia, had been the murderess,
  and was now in Azkaban. Draco, the boy who had everything, was, for all
  intents and purposes, an orphan at seventeen. So now he was forced to spend
  his summer at Hogwarts with his new guardian, Severus Snape.
  It wouldn't be so bad, really, if it wasn't for that prat, Potter, he
  thought. Professor Dumbledore had insisted that Harry stay at Hogwarts for
  the summer also. Apparently, the boy's guardians had abused him. He probably
  didn't get an extra scoop of ice cream! The great and wonderful Potter
  wouldn't know abuse if it hit him in the face, Draco mused.
  Severus had insisted that they not waste their time on frivolous pursuits
  such as Quidditch and actually learn something over the summer. With
  Voldemort still on the loose, dueling lessons seemed a good idea. At least,
  they did until Draco found out that Harry could best him easily. Now he spent
  all his time trying to avoid the lessons, while studying hexes and curses
  that might give him an edge against the golden boy.
  An insistent knocking on his bedroom door finally forced Draco out of bed. He
  opened the door, knowing full well what to expect.
  An angry Severus Snape stood on the other side of the threshold, sneering.
  "You are ten minutes late for you morning's lesson. Get your lazy arse down
  to the Great Hall. Now." Severus stalked away muttering.
  Draco was sure he caught the words "embarrassment" and "hopeless." He
  groaned, dressed, and headed to the Hall for his daily dose of humiliation.
  =============================================================================
  Draco bowed deeply to his opponent, turned gracefully, and paced to the other
  end of the platform. When he turned back around, Harry was already casting
  his first hex.
  "Agito. "
  He didn't even have a chance to think about the counter-curse, much less put
  it into action. He went flying across the Hall, banging his already aching
  head against the stone wall.
  Severus picked him up and scanned him quickly for injuries. Deciding the boy
  was fine, physically; at least, Severus pushed him back towards the platform.
  Draco climbed up reluctantly, next spell already on his lips. "Caedes. "
  Severus had his wand ready. "Conglacio. " The hex froze, mid-air.
  Harry sat down heavily and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
  Severus turned on Draco. "What the Hell was that? You are here to learn to
  duel, not to kill one another."
  "I'm trying, Sir."
  "Ah, then kindly explain your casting a killing curse at Harry." The
  professor sneered.
  Draco was taken aback. Severus had just called Potter by his given, and
  didn't even seem to realize it. He must be extremely pissed off to forget
  himself like that. "I didn't cast a killing curse. I cast a cutting curse.
  Why did you stop it?"
  "Ceado is a cutting curse. You cast Caedes. It means the difference between
  pain and death. Pay more attention, boy."
  They continued to hurl hexes at one another until lunchtime. Draco skipped
  lunch, preferring to take a nap in hopes of relieving some of the pain and
  humiliation he was suffering.
  As he lay in bed, Draco mentally reviewed the duel. He had always done well
  against other opponents. Why couldn't he best bloody Potter? He pictured
  Potter in his mind. Tall now, only an inch or two shorter than Severus, and
  three inches taller than Draco, Harry had filled out nicely. Seeking had
  toned his body, giving him a strong chest and legs. His unruly black hair had
  grown just past shoulder length, and was mostly tamed by being pulled back
  into a leather clasp. A few shorter, flyaway strands hung lose, framing his
  face. Large green eyes shone from behind thick black lashes.
  Oh, Gods! I have a crush on Harry Potter!
  That thought snapped Draco out of his depression. If a crush was what kept
  him from beating the Gryffindor, then sex would solve his problem. He jumped
  off his bed and ran for his thickest tome of curses. Checking the index, he
  quickly found what he was looking for.
  =============================================================================
  That evening as Draco faced down his opponent he had only one thing on his
  mind. Not bothering with rules of conduct, he aimed his wand and cried,
  "Concupisco !"
  Severus, completely unprepared for hexes to be thrown before the obligatory
  show of civility, could not stop the curse from hitting its mark. He sighed
  deeply, knowing that no counter-curse existed for desire except time.
  Harry spun around with the force of the attack. He didn't recognize the hex
  he had been hit by. All he knew was that he was suddenly aware of how
  powerfully attractive Snape was. Where the bloody Hell did THAT thought come
  from?
  Without pausing to consider his actions, Harry launched himself at Severus.
  The unsuspecting professor was knocked to the ground by the force. Harry was
  shedding his clothes.
  Severus gasped. He had fully expected Harry to attack Draco. From the look on
  the other boy's face, so had Draco. Severus had been prepared to sit back and
  enjoy the show, inflicting cruel detentions on the two boys afterward. (Being
  summer, he was unable to take off house points, but detentions were still an
  option.)
  Harry, now fully undressed, began licking and nibbling at his teacher's
 throat. He rubbed his body over the still clad wizard as if he were a cat.
  Harry felt Severus trying to push him off, but held fast.
  It took several tries to knock the hormonal boy away from him. "Potter, go to
  your dorm. You are naked and you are not in your right mind," Snape snapped.
  Harry ignored the older wizard's instructions, too intent on his desires.
  Waving his wand and muttering, he cast the charm teenage wizards knew best.
  Severus Snape found himself completely naked. Instead of the expected anger,
  he felt vulnerable, but not unpleasantly so. "Draco, to your dorm. Now. I
  will deal with you later." He hoped his voice was stern. In his own head it
  sounded weak, lustful.
  Draco scurried away. He had an unpleasant feeling that he didn't want to know
  what was about to happen. He knew if HE'D jumped Severus, he'd have been
  hexed into oblivion.
  Harry was once again on top of Severus, though this time, he met with little
  resistance. The older wizard only put up a token struggle.
  Severus couldn't bring himself to put up any real fight. He'd been lusting
  after Harry since the start of the boy's sixth year. No, not a boy. Not since
  last year. Harry had returned from the summer holidays looking very much the
  man. He'd grown several inches, nearly as tall as Severus, and had filled
  out. He was no longer the lanky, clumsy boy that irritated Severus so. He had
  become the fetching man that kept Severus hard through Potions lessons once a
  week. Now he was a beautiful fallen angel that kept Severus aching through
  dueling lessons twice a day. At this very moment, he was the sexy young thing
  sucking and licking Severus' nipples. No, he couldn't fight it. He wouldn't
  win, not that he wanted to.
  Harry bit and lapped at the nipples until the light pink nubs were stiff and
  swollen. He loved the taste of his Potions master. He explored the chiseled
  abs with warm hands; his tongue soon followed. Harry let his hands roam
  further down the hard body.
  Severus felt the hands slide over his hips and caress his thighs. He groaned
  loudly, hoping that Draco had indeed gone to his dorm as instructed. The
  hands grasped skin tightly, bruising the pale flesh. Severus bucked his hips,
  silently begging Harry to move on.
  Harry, though, was in no hurry. He'd never experienced sex with a man (or
  even a boy), and planned to fully enjoy it. Guided by instincts he didn't
  know he had, Harry allowed his tongue to explore Severus' navel. He indulged
  himself in tongue fucking the shallow hole.
  The sensation drove Severus nearer to the edge. The hot tongue probed his
  navel; sharp teeth pulled on the surrounding skin. When Harry's mouth clamped
  over his navel and sucked, Severus came, rubbing his erection against Harry's
  chest.
  Harry gasped as warm, sticky semen coated his chest and stomach. His arousal
  grew, and he was no longer patient enough to enjoy exploring his new lover.
  Instead, he sat between the older man's legs. He slid his fingers through the
  stickiness on his belly, coating them generously.
  Severus was still lost in the haze that accompanies a good orgasm when one
  finger slid into his anus. He hissed at the sensation and felt his body
  trying to reject the foreign object. Quickly regaining control over his body,
  he relaxed and allowed the digit full access. He was rewarded when it brushed
  over his prostate.
  Severus moaned loudly when Harry's finger brushed against the small knot
  again. Taking the moan as permission, Harry slid a second finger into the
  tight hole. This time, the entrance was much easier. He felt as if his finger
  was being sucked into Severus' anus. He scissored his fingers roughly. He
  wasn't trying to hurt the other man; he was just impatient.
  "Now. Harry, please. Now." Severus was panting, begging. Even though his
  balls were spent, Severus couldn't wait to have Harry buried inside him. He'd
  been wanting this for a year, and couldn't fathom waiting one more second.
  He didn't have to. At the first "Now," Harry jerked his fingers out of
  Severus' passage and shoved his prick inside. Severus hissed in obvious pain,
  but Harry was too caught up stop. He rammed in and out of Severus, burying
  himself to the balls with each stroke.
  The hissing became groaning, then outright moaning as the pain turned to
  pleasure, and then ecstasy. He thrust upward with each of Harry's downward
  strokes, meeting the rhythm and force set by the younger man. As they sped
  up, Severus felt himself losing control.
  Harry felt his sac drawing up. He froze, screamed his lover's name, and came,
  convulsing, into Severus' ass.
  When he heard his name being shouted in climax, Severus reached his second
  orgasm. Only a slight amount of seed dribbled out of his half-hard prick, but
  it was no less pleasurable for the lack of semen. He closed his eyes briefly,
  savoring the moment of perfection.
  Harry collapsed atop his teacher, breathing heavily. He allowed his eyes to
  drop for just a moment, just to let them adjust.
  =============================================================================
  Two hours later Harry awoke, sticky but sated. As reality reasserted itself,
  he pulled out of the warmth encasing his limp cock and pushed himself against
  the platform behind him.
  Severus awoke to the pain of Harry ripping their sticky chests apart. He
  screamed. He blinked. He stared at Harry.
  "Sir, I'm . . . I don't know what to say."
  "Say nothing, Potter. This never happened."
  Harry nodded slowly, feeling strangely disappointed. He gathered his clothes,
  watching out of the corner of his eye as Sev-Professor Snape did the same. He
  thought Snape looked sad. Wishful thinking, he berated himself as he dressed
  and headed for Gryffindor Tower. He'd never have had sex with me if I didn't
  rape him.
  Potter looks almost disappointed. No, he's probably just sick at the thought
  of having shagged the greasy Potions master. One more year. Just one more
  year and I can get rid of the brat for good. Feeling much more depressed than
  he'd admit, even to himself, Severus headed to the dungeons to clean up. And
  maybe down a bottle of brandy.
***** Intense Desire 2 *****
Intense Desire 2




  Feeling disappointed and confused, Harry allowed his feet to carry him to
  Gryffindor Tower, where he planned on reviewing recent events until they made
  sense. What confused him was his disappointment. He should be feeling
  disgusted that he'd shagged Snape; or, at least, relieved that he hadn't been
  punished. It's not as if Harry had WANTED to screw his professor; it was all
  Malfoy's fault. Anyway . . .
  Harry stopped cold, looking around. He had no clue where he was, but it
  certainly wasn't near his dormitory. So much for letting his feet lead the
  way! Now he was faced with a decision: turn back and hope he would be able to
  retrace his steps, or take one of the two corridors that forked in opposite
  directions in front of him.
  Sighing, Harry turned left, walking down the dimly lit hallway and praying
  that it would lead somewhere more familiar. Before he realized there was an
  obstacle in his path, he was upon it. The Mirror of Erised stood in front of
  a dead-end, lit by its own luminous glow.
  Remembering Professor Dumbledore's warnings from first year, Harry turned
  quickly away from the mirror. As much as he'd like to see his parents' faces,
  it wasn't worth the risk to his sanity. As he was about to start retracing
  his steps, a movement caught the corner of his eye.
  Turning back to the mirror, Harry saw the last thing he'd ever expected to
  see. Mouth agape and heart pounding, he watched as Snape pulled him close,
  kissing him frantically. In the mirror, Harry was kissing back, grabbing
  Snape by the back of his head as if to anchor the older man to him.
  This can't be the Mirror of Erised. My deepest desire is NOT Severus Snape.
  His cock stiffened at the sight in front of him, belying his thoughts. Harry
  attempted to will his erection away, with no luck.
  Harry watched as the men in the mirror devoured one another's mouths, hands
  exploring each other with passionate ferocity. The real Harry groaned as his
  reflection reached for Severus' cock, releasing it from too-tight trousers.
  Harry turned and ran, frightened by his reaction to what he had seen. Not
  bothering to even hope he'd find his way back to his dormitory, he stumbled
  through dark hallways and unused corridors. It came as a total shock to him,
  therefore, when he found himself standing outside the Potions classroom,
  staring through the open door at an irritated Severus Snape.
  "Potter, I believe I told you to go to your dorm, not to stalk me. What do
  you want?" Severus was doing an amazing job at hiding his confusion and
  discomfort.
  "Professor, I . . . I didn't mean to . . ."
  Amused by the stammering young man, Severus drawled "Eloquent as always."
  "Sir, I'm sorry. I got lost."
  "You've been going to this school for six years, Potter. That lie won't work;
  try and come up with something more realistic next time."
  Harry advanced on his teacher, temporarily leaving his mind at the door in
  favor of challenging the older wizard. "I . . .GOT . . .LOST. I wasn't paying
  attention, and ended up in a strange hall. Do you have a problem with that,
  Professor?"
  Severus was struck dumb; no one had ever dared to speak to him that way. He
  stalked toward Harry, ready to fight. As he closed the short distance between
  them, Severus realized, to his dismay, that his cock was pressing against his
  zipper as if trying to get free. Obviously, his body responded well to that
  kind of treatment, but Severus would be damned if he allowed his hormones to
  take control.
  Harry, too, noticed the bulge at Snape's crotch. The images from the mirror
  flashed back into his mind, insisting that this is what Harry wanted. Harry
  could no longer deny it; he wanted, no, needed, Severus Snape.
  Severus took the last step separating himself from Harry and opened his mouth
  to let out a slew of insults, but before he could make a sound, he found it
  plundered by a searching tongue. Unable to think, he kissed back, exploring
  the silky palate of his most dangerous weakness.
  Harry wrapped his arms around the taller man, pulling him closer as he tasted
  the unexpected sweetness. A muffled groan escaped him as he felt strong arms
  entangling him, possessing him. Finally, the desperate need for air
  outweighed his desires, and he pulled away.
  "Where are your rooms?" Harry asked, without thinking.
  Severus led the other wizard to a Slytherin banner, pushed the banner aside,
  and mumbled a password too low to be heard by his student. The walls came
  alive, moving stone by stone to create a doorway just large enough for the
  two of them to enter, side by side.
  Harry half-dragged his professor through the door, not noticing the tasteful
  dcor. He passed through the living room, down the hall, and headed straight
  for Severus' bedroom, finding it more out of luck than instinct. Once there,
  he pulled the older wizard inside and shut the door, casting an advanced
  silencing spell over his shoulder.
  "Harry? We shouldn't be doing this, you're . . . "
  "Severus, stop! This feels right; you can't deny it. I want it, you want it,
  and there's no law against it. So shut up and come here." Harry pulled
  Severus to him, kissing his thin lips before the teacher could object.
  As much as he thought he should, Severus was unable to think of a way to
  escape what was about to happen. Truth be told, he didn't want to escape. All
  his life he'd been in control, and he hated it. That's why he'd followed
  Voldemort in the first place, to have someone else dominate for once. Of
  course, that had turned ugly, and now Severus was more in control then ever,
  playing double agent and making life-threatening decisions on a daily basis.
  Not to mention having to govern hundreds of stupid brats armed with explosive
  Potions ingredients.
  He knew he was attracted to Harry, but he'd been attracted to students
  before. Bill Weasley, for instance. But this was different, this he couldn't
  avoid. It had been haunting him for the past year, and had taken over earlier
  that day, when the curse of passion had hit its mark, causing the young man
  to jump him.
  Yes, Severus needed Harry Potter. He needed his supple young flesh, his
  brilliant green eyes, and his lack of caring what the world thought. Most of
  all, he needed Harry's natural dominance. Throwing caution to the wind for
  the first time since joining the ranks of Death Eaters, Severus allowed
  himself to be manipulated.
  Harry's hands had been at work while Severus was rationalizing the situation.
  His robes were bunched around his feet and his white silk shirt completely
  unbuttoned. He helped the younger man to remove the shirt, never breaking the
  kiss. Then he put his own nimble fingers to work, unbuttoning and removing
  Harry's clothes.
  Clad only in too-large trousers, Harry broke the kiss to push his naked
  teacher onto the bed. He crawled atop his prey, biting and licking the long,
  white neck, while his fingers twisted and kneaded small brown nipples. Gasps
  from his lover assured Harry that his attentions were well received.
  Severus writhed and wiggled, driven insane by the onslaught of pleasure/pain.
  He'd often wondered if he'd enjoy exploring the boundaries of pain, but had
  never before experienced anything resembling this. Usually, his lovers were
  just cruel, and there was no delight in the tortures that they devised for
  him.
  Leaving a beautiful purple love-bite on the pure neck, Harry turned his
 attentions further down the long torso. His mouth clamped, vice-like, over
  one erect nipple, nibbling and chewing on the already sore nub.
  Severus' hands, which had up until that point been tightly grasping the
  comforter underneath him, buried themselves in Harry's hair, using the young
  man's head as a handle to reality. He moaned loudly, trying hard not to tug
  the hair right out of Harry's head.
  Intent on teasing his new lover, Harry kissed the swollen nipples and licked
  a slow path to the other man's navel. Dipping his tongue in the shallow hole,
  he performed feats of tongue acrobatics, twisting and slurping, enjoying the
  deep growls coming from his professor's throat.
  Severus bucked his hips involuntarily; unable to stand what he was getting,
  yet hungry for more. He was only vaguely aware of the desperate sounds
  escaping him; they sounded far off, as if coming from another world.
  Finally Harry felt he had tortured his plaything enough. He scooted himself
  further down the bed, and took Severus' huge, leaking erection into his
  mouth. His tongue lapped at the pee slit, greedy for the pre-cum dribbling
  out. He sucked the head hard, as if trying to drain it of its precious
  fluids.
  Severus screamed. The suction to his cock head was enough to push him over
  the edge, but he held back, forcing his balls to relax, to wait for what
  would happen next.
  Sensing his lover's need to hold off, Harry let go of this prize, kissing the
  head softly as he pulled away. "Sev, where's the lube?"
  "I . . .don't have . . .any," Severus panted, out of breath and feeling the
  loss of the warmth that had been encasing the head of his prick seconds
  before.
  "Lotion? Jelly? Maybe even a harmless potion I could use?" Harry was sounding
  desperate, afraid that he'd have to stop, or hurt his lover. Neither idea
  seemed plausible, thanks to his aching erection.
  "Um . . . Lotion. Bathroom cabinet."
  Harry fetched the lotion and returned to the bed to see Severus staring,
  wide-eyed and lust-fogged, at the ceiling. He bent over the other man's face,
  kissing him ferociously, before returning to the end of the bed. He quickly
  shed his trousers, freeing his prick to bob against his toned abdomen.
  Harry pushed Severus' hips up, sliding his thighs under the other man to give
  himself better access. He poured a generous amount of the Eucalyptus lotion
  into his hand, and swallowed Severus' prick whole.
  Severus was so lost in the slow rhythm of his blowjob that he hardly noticed
  as a tentative finger probed his anus, slowly opening him up. In fact, it
  wasn't until the third finger was inserted that he even realized what was
  happening. He felt himself being stretched, gloriously debauched, the
  sensation causing his balls to draw up, unable to resist spilling their seed.
  Harry caught it just in time. He tugged roughly on the sac, refusing them
  release. At the same time, one of his searching fingers caressed the small
  knot inside Severus, eliciting another scream.
  The pleasure, mixed with the agony of denial, caused Severus' head to swim.
  He groaned with disappointment as the fingers left him empty, feeling more
  alone than he ever had before. Moments later, his depression was relieved by
  the feeling of a blunt object nudging his aching entrance.
  Harry's now-slicked cock pressed against the opening, rubbing and teasing,
  not yet ready to enter his lover. He knew that if he started too soon, it
  would be over before it began. Severus had been on the verge of orgasm most
  of the night, and Harry was so randy that he could hardly think.
  Rubbing the older man's thighs with strong hands, Harry let himself regain
  his composure, as well as giving Severus time to relax. Finally, without
  warning, he pushed the mushroom head of his prick past the tight ring of
  muscles, sighing at the exquisite joining. Inch by maddening inch Harry
  entered his lover, moaning and breathing heavy with each short thrust.
  Severus' need was overwhelming. He attempted to impale himself on the
  marvelous length, anxious to feel himself filled at last, but Harry's hands
  held onto him, preventing him from reaching his goal.
  At last, the last inch of Harry's cock pressed into Severus, balls hitting
  his arse in a soft, but tempting manner. Harry pulled slightly out, re-angled
  himself, and slowly forced himself back in.
  Severus moaned loudly as the cock brushed against his prostate, sending
  sparks of pleasure shooting from his anus to his brain.
  Harry leaned over his teacher, bracing himself with his hands to either side
  of the older wizard's head so as not to crush the other man. He pressed his
  lips to the ones underneath him, needing to taste as well as to feel. In an
  excruciatingly slow rhythm he pumped into his lover, trying to draw it out,
  make it last.
  Now free of the hands pinning him down, Severus bucked into the thrusts,
  forcing Harry to speed up, to plunge harder. A muffled cry against his lips
  reminded Severus that he wasn't in charge, but the younger man continued the
  new pace, unable to control himself any longer.
  Minutes, hours, days later Harry's pumping became irregular. He was pounding
  into Severus furiously, rubbing against the prostate with every other stroke.
  He managed to prop himself on a single arm, snaking the other arm between
  them to jerk Severus' cock.
  Severus came, gushing like a geyser, spraying both their stomachs and chests
  with his sticky seed. His muscles clamped rhythmically, milking the prick
  inside him.
  Harry's orgasm hit before Severus' ended. He spurted his hot juices into the
  tight arse, pumping hard as the last drops escaped him. Rolling quickly off
  his lover, Harry pulled the other man close to him, kissed his head, and
  dropped off to sleep.
  Thoroughly exhausted, Severus muttered a cleaning spell and followed Harry
  into oblivion.
  =============================================================================
  Severus woke up several hours later to see Harry staring, facing him propped
  on one elbow. The worried look on the young man's face brought Severus
  abruptly from the land just between sleep and wakefulness. Here it comes.
  He's about to tell me that the curse was still active and accuse me of taking
  advantage of him. It won't matter that my heart is broken, because I'll be
  out of a job when he tells Dumbledore. I'll have more important things to
  worry about than my pain.
  "Severus?"
  He took a deep breath, composing himself for what he was sure would follow.
  "Yes?"
  "This wasn't just a one day thing, was it? I don't think I could stand it if
  you broke it off now."
  His shock must have shown, because Harry's frown turned into a seductive
  smile.
  "You thought I was going to break it off, didn't you? For once, we want the
  same thing."
  "Harry, I . . ." Severus paused, trying to think of what to say. Finally, he
  settled for the truth, or part of it, at least. "Yes, I thought you were
  going to end it. I thought you were still under Mr. Malfoy's curse, and would
  be horrified at what you'd done."
  "Never. If it had just been the curse, I would have jumped Malfoy. I didn't
  realize it until I ran into the Mirror of Erised, but I've wanted you for a
  long time." Harry grinned, leaned over, and kissed his newfound love. The
  kiss was tender, loving; both men were too sated to try and entice one
  another again so soon.
  "Harry, I . . ."
  "Eloquent as always," Harry teased. "I know, Sev. I love you, too."
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