TEAM DRAGON Comment pR0N--young Severus!!
I think you hit the nail on the head--it's that thin line between love/hate--I love watching them dance around it, jump over it, trample it into the ground...
And young Severus, yes!! There's such a wealth of fic yet to be written, on that horizon.
So, I've read most of your story, and all I can say, is, 'YAY!!!! Go Team Dragon!! And now...Comment pR0N!
Harry knew exactly how old Severus was—twenty five. He'd been teaching at Hogwarts for three years, had filled out a bit—his face no longer sallow and sunken, but his eyes…his eyes were haunted, and Harry wished he didn't know why.
Sitting beside him at the bar in the Hog's Head, Harry nodded at Severus after he'd ordered. Reaching inside his robes for some Knuts, his hand brushed the Time-Turner. He flushed guiltily, but then threw his shoulders back and strengthened his resolve.
"So, you have plans for tonight?" Harry asked Severus as he turned.
"None of your business," came the soft, sneering reply, the glittering black of the eyes making Harry's cock twitch like they always did.
"But it could be," Harry answered, lifting an eyebrow. "I'm only in town for the night, so…let's have dinner...at least."
Harry felt himself being measured from head to toe—a casual inspection that he'd suffered through on numerous occasions. He smiled invitingly, then he noticed the almost imperceptible easing of tension in Severus' face and shoulders. Harry felt a thrill—he knew he was in.
"Are you buying?" Severus asked, looking furtively around the room.
"Sure, I'll get dinner, and you…you can provide…dessert." Harry reached over and dared to brush his fingers over Severus' wrist.
Harry watched it happen: Severus' eyes narrowed, then dilated as he decided. "Dessert. Deal."