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Original poster: triceybabe
Title: Scant Offerings
Author: Triceybabe and snarry_lover
Rating: Nc-17
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Wish I did, but I don't *sigh* A wonderful British lady by the name JK Rowling have that luck!!
Feedback: triceybabe2003@yahoo.com
Betas: Reddwarfer and Daughter Moon
Archive: Part of the From Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyin
Challenge: 'La Petite Mort- Sex and Sensuality'
July 30, 2000 11:55 pm
"Professor? Wake up, Professor! It’s over!" Harry was saying as he shook his prone Professor. "I'm not playing with you, sir! This is a cruel trick to be playing on me even if you do hate me! Wake up," he yelled into his professor’s ears.
"Bloody hell, Potter!! I can hear you just fine without the yelling!" Severus snapped at Harry, struggling to get to his feet. "What's with the hysterics?"
Harry smiled tremulously. He stood up and stared at his professor. "We did it, sir... he's gone... the bastard is truly gone! You don't have to spy anymore and I don't have to kill anymo-!"
The boy passed out exhausted in Professor Snape's arms.
The professor gathered the boy into his arms. He smiled as the sky began to clear and the first rays of moonlight, since the battle began, shined through. "No, Harry... you did it. You did it. And I couldn't be more proud of you."
With that, he began his trek to the school.
August 2, 2000 11:46 am
Harry groaned and covered his eyes, to shut out the sunlight in his room. Braving the harsh light, Harry opened his eyes a slit. He closed them again when he saw a pair of blue eyes and bright red hair stare down at him.
"Madam Pomfrey! He's awake," Ron yelled.
Harry drew the covers over his head as tons of people rushed into his room. Most of them consisted of bright red hair. and pale skin.
Minerva moved forward and sat down on his bed. She drew the covers down and waited until Harry met her eyes. "You had us worried, Mr. Potter. I'm glad you're finally well."
"Thank you, Headmistress. It's nice to see that you're fine as well," he said softly.
He smiled brightly at her and swept the room with his eyes. He gave each person in the room a smile. When he was done with his perusal , he was suddenly angry.
"Where's Professor Snape?" he growled at them. He grew steadily angrier as his visitors looked at each other with eyes filled with guilt. "I'm going to ask you one more time... Where's Professor Snape?" Harry said, air crackling around him with his growing anger.
"He couldn't stop them, Harry," Hermione cried, "We couldn't stop them when they came to get him. We tried! We told them that he was a good guy... that he fought with our side... that he was a spy for our side, but Fudge wouldn't hear any of it! He just took Snape away," she said bursting into tears.
Molly stepped forward. "Arthur is there now, fighting for Severus. There are a few others there as well. But Harry... he had his trial already. He had it yesterday!. If we don't save him now, he will be given the kiss at 12pm today!!"
Harry shot to his feet. "Damnit, there's no time left!! We have to hurry!" He stumbled as his world tilted.
Ron caught him. "Mate, you're not well! Get back in bed!"
"Ronald Weasley, either help me get to the Ministry or leave me alone,” he said angrily, sparks flying out of his eyes.
"Ok, ok, Harry! I'll help," Ron said holding him up.
Harry turned to Minerva. "Can you drop the wards for a few seconds?"
"Yes, Harry. Give me a moment," she said closing her eyes and chanting a spell. The castle shook as the wards were dropped.
Ron and Harry apparated as soon as the wards fell. Minerva pulled them back up the second they disappeared.
August 2, 2000 11:55am
Snape sat impassively, magicked to his chair. He had a cold sneer on his face as he observed the gloating minister.
"Yep, no one to save you now, Snape!" Fudge said clapping his hands like a delighted child. "After I get rid of you, I will see to disposing Harry Potter myself!"
Snape smirked.
"What?" the minister asked angrily seeing that he hadn't cowed the formidable professor.
"What makes you think you can do what Voldemort couldn't? You're nowhere near as strong as Voldemort was, you miserable excuse of a wizard and he still lost. He was arrogant, just like you...Wasn't all there, just like you..." Snape snorted. " and he was also just as ugly as you!"
The Minister slapped Snape across his face, leaving the imprint of his hand on his cheek, and cracking his lip.
Snape licked at the trail of blood on the corner of his mouth. When no traces of blood were left, he raised his eyes to the fuming minister. He smirked. "You slap like the bitch you are, Fudge."
Rage shook the minister as he pointed his wand at his prisoner. "Avada-!"
"I wouldn't finish that phrase if I were you, Fudge," Harry Potter's angry voice cut in. "Incendio!" Harry spelled as sparks shot from his wand and engulfing Fudge's wand in his hand.
Fudge screamed and dropped his wand. He watched as his wand burned to ashes, shocked and immobile.
Ron helped Harry walk up to the minister. Behind them, Aurors who were loyal to Dumbledore stood behind them.
Harry pushed himself off of Ron so that he could stand on his own. He stared the minister down until the weak man fell to his knees, in defeat.
The Aurors rushed forward to take Fudge into custody. The man was truly defeated.
Harry stumbled over to the professor. He unbound the man and stood back.
Snape stood up and the first words to Harry were, "Took you bloody long enough!"
The boy grinned sheepishly. "Was in a coma, professor."
"Excuses!" he snapped out but without his usual bite.
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Present Day April 25, 2005
"Oh, excuse me, sir!" Harry said, kneeling down to pick up his book. He had been so engrossed in his book that he didn't see the person until he bumped into a hard male chest.
Severus Snape jolted back as someone ran headlong into him. He looked down to see Harry Potter kneeling at his feet, picking up a book.
"Sorry sir! Didn't see you there!"
"Well, well, this is new... It's not everyday that I find you kneeling at my feet, Mister Potter," Snape smirked down at the boy...no wait... this was no boy... somewhere along the way, Harry Potter had become a man.
Harry gasped as he recognise the voice. From his kneeling position on the ground he looked up at his ex- professor.
He smirked "And what were you doing, that you ran straight into me? Don't you know that crashing into potion masters is bad form, even for you? Didn't know that reading was that high on your priority list.
Harry blushed a pale pink... 'what was it about this man that made him feel like he was back in school and just got caught being out after curfew.'
He stood up and dusted himself off. "I'm running an errand, sir." He put the book behind his back.
Snape watched Harry try to hide the book behind his back. He wondered what it might be, so he stepped closer.
"And what, pray tell, is that book that you are rather unsuccessfully trying to hide?"
"Nothing sir... it’s nothing!" he said flustered. Harry bit his lip endearingly nervously. "I was on my way to Hogwarts..."
"And why were you going to Hogwarts?" Snape asked. The boy had filled out since Snape had last seen him, and if nothing else, had grown even more handsome.
"Bill had ordered some Skelegro potion from you and I'm to retrieve it, sir."
"Nothing more than a pretty errand boy, now?" Snape sighed. "Well it seem that you have found me. Shall we return to Hogwarts together?
"Yes sir..." Harry said.
Snape moved closer still. "I keep the potion in my private quarters. You are welcome to follow me there." He cocked an eyebrow at Harry. "Shall we apparate? Together?" He waited for Harry to do, or say something.
"I suppose it would be faster sir.” he said slowly and biting his bottom lip. He stepped closer to Snape and stopped.
Snape moved in close and snaked an arm around Harry’s waist. He felt the man tremble at his touch... inwardly, he smiled ... Well, it was nice to know that he had some effect on Harry.
"Alright?" He looked down into those green eyes. "Are you ...ready?"
Harry's breath stilled in his throat as he nodded. He wrapped his arm around his neck loosely.
His eyes locked with Harry’s and he wondered if Harry could read the message that was there.
Harry tried to look everywhere but at Snape. "I'm ready sir..."
With a *POP* the two of them ,disappeared; only to reappear just outside the gates of Hogwarts.
Harry sagged against Snape, thrown off balance.
Tightening his arm around Harry he pulled him against his own body. There was no mistaking the thrill that went through him when he felt the other man's form pressed against him.
Harry closed his eyes briefly inhaling the man's scent before mentally kicking himself.
Almost yanking himself out of his arms, Harry put as much distance, as politeness will have it, between them. Clearing his throat nervously, he shuffled his feet, damning himself for acting like a schoolboy.
With a bit of a shrug, Snape straightened himself and shot Harry a glance. The man had yanked away so quickly... perhaps he had misunderstood. "Well, here we are... . Have you missed Hogwarts at all?" Snape searched Harry's face for some clue as to what he was thinking.
"I have... I do..." Harry said looking over at the castle behind them.
Snape only shook his head silently. He knew where the boy was going with this. "Well, let's go. I have no doubt you're anxious to get back to Mister Weasley," he said turning away and striding towards the gates, but not before seeing Harry jump slightly at the name. 'This just keeps getting better and better,' he thought to himself. 'Interesting... Wonder if they're lovers... Well, I'll find out soon...'
"No doubt," Harry whispered.
The two strode into the castle together. Harry, for the first time, managed to keep up with Severus's long strides.
"Mr. Potter, would you like to see the headmistress? I have no doubt that she would be ecstatic to see you.... You can come see me when you're ready to leave," he said stalking gracefully away.
Harry stared after the professor. 'Was it just me or did those robes cling a little more than usual?' he asked himself. He turned in the other direction and began walking to the Headmaster's office. He walked up the winding staircase until he came up to the. He raised his hand to knock on the door-
"Come in, Mr. Potter!" McGonagall called out before he even got the chance to knock.
He beamed as he came in. "You're as bad as Albus was!" He laughed.
Twinkling at him brightly, "Thank you," She laughed happily before crushing him in her arms as she embraced him. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter," she whispered as she kissed him on the cheek.
He closed his eyes savoring her familiarity. "It’s good to be back, ma'am."
She sniffed delicately. "Well...” She said releasing him. "How's life been treating you?" she asked pushing his hair off his forehead.
"It’s been good," he said leaning into her touch.
Days after they rescued Severus from the clutches of their former minister, McGonagall would make a habit of coming to his cot in the infirmary just to make sure he was there. It was more for herself than for him. The reassurance... the need to know that he was alive.
Now that the war had ended, she began mourning for her soul mate... the man who had held her heart since she was a teenager. Albus Dumbledore. For many nights after the last battle, she would hold Harry, her son of her heart... their son of their hearts. He was her only connection she had left of Albus. Harry would wake up sometimes to see her curled up as a cat next to him asleep. He would pet her softly and pull her closer to him so she wouldn't get cold.
"I missed you, Harry," she said softly.
Harry gathered her into his arms. "I'm so sorry, Minnie. I was selfish."
"No, you weren't! You needed to be out on your own. You needed to be out from someone's control and live for yourself."
"Don't make excuses for myself, Minnie. I was a selfish kid. I know that now and I'm sorry. I should've been here with you," he said burying his face in her hair. "I love you, Minnie."
"And I love you, Harry Potter... selfishness and all..."
April 25, 2005 6pm
Harry knocked tentatively on Snape's door.
Snape sat in his quarters, drinking a glass of scotch, and wondering when Harry would decide to show up.
"Professor?" he called through the closed door.
Snape pulled himself out of his reverie and called in a loud voice. "Come!"
Harry entered the quarters and watched as Snape stood up and walked towards him.
"Thanks Professor... I needed to see her,” he said. "I've been an idiot, sir," he said shoving his hands into his pockets.
Snape just looked at the boy... then a slow smirk crossed his lips. "And this is *news* to me...Harry?
Harry had a strong urge to stick his tongue out at the infuriating man. But then he too smirked. "You were always the smarter one, sir."
"Glad you finally realized it, Harry. Drink?" he offered courteously.
"I don't suppose you keep pumpkin juice in your stores?" Harry asked.
Snape arched an eyebrow.
"Guess not... scotch on the rocks, please," he replied as he observed the man.
Snape had taken off his school robes. He had his hair tied up in a loose ponytail, a few tendrils falling the frame his face. Every since Harry was eleven, Snape had always had that fine pale complexion of his. So it was not surprising that he would still have it. Eyes too dark to be humanly possible... but wait... there was a gold glint in them. 'Why have I not noticed that?' he asked himself. White silk blouse that hung loosely off his figure, not tucked in, somehow accenting his slim body. Black leather pants that looked too tight, worn low on slim hips. Long... impossibly long, legs that stretched for miles on it seemed. Bare feet. Narrow bare feet with neat toenails.
Snape had turned away to pour Harry his drink. He could feel the boy's gaze on him... making him feel incredibly warm in the slightly chilled quarters of his. He pushed a stray lock of hair behind his ear. Throwing a smirk over his shoulder, "If you're done staring, you can join me in the den before the fire. I do believe we have some catching up to do, Mr. Pot-... Harry."
Harry blushed brightly at being caught staring at his ex- professor. He followed the professor into a dim room,where the only light was the light from the fireplace. "Thank you," he said when Snape handed his glass. Their hands brushed, shocking Harry with the intensity of feelings that ran through him.
"No problem, Harry," he said in that smoother than honey voice.
Nervously, Harry gulped down his first sip. He coughed as it burned down his throat and settling into his stomach. The sensation soon changed into a pleasant burn, warming his insides.
"Careful, Harry... it'd be better for you to sip it," Snape said feigning a concerned look.
Harry rolled his eyes at the man. "Thank you for your concern, sir."
Smirking, Snape sat down on the black velvet couch. He looked pointedly from Harry to the couch until Harry got the message and sat down next to him.
Staring into the fire, Harry sipped on his drink contemplatively.
"A sickle for your thoughts... if they're worth that many, that is," Severus said glancing sidelong at him.
"Better be careful, sir... people might start to think you care for the human race," Harry teased.
Snape snort was full of contempt. "Don't care for the human race as a whole... but I do care for a few... a handful... a *SMALL* handful."
"I get the point, sir. I promise I won't let your secret out," Harry said grinning at Snape.
"Well, see that you don't!" he snapped.
"Temper, temper, professor..."
They then sat in companionable silence watching the dancing flames make patterns with its shadows on the wall.
"Its good to be back here, sir," Harry said finally, draining his glass of scotch. "And thank you."
Snape placed his half filled glass on the coffee table and stood up. He held a hand down and without hesitation; Harry placed his hand in it. Snape pulled the young man up, bodies barely an inch apart from one another. "It was my pleasure, Mr. Potter," he purred.
It wasn't until after Harry had closed his eyes to sleep that he realized that he didn't get the Skelegro from Severus Snape.
April 26, 2005 9am
"Wake up, sleeping beauty..."
Harry groaned sleepily and turned unto his other side.
"Harry..." the singsong voice continued.
"Go 'way!" he muttered pulling the sheets over his head
The voice chuckled lowly against his ear. "Harry..." he breathed causing shivers to run down Harry's spine. "Harry..." he breathed again.
Harry tried to ignore him and go to bed but unfortunately one part of Harry decided it wanted to wake up and play. He groaned irritably. "Damn you, Bill Weasley! Damn you!"
Letting out a full-bodied laugh, Bill swept the covers off Harry. Smirking, he took in the naked body of his friend lustfully. "Hmm, someone wants to play..." he teased playfully.
Harry giggled, still half asleep. "Looks like it... what are you going to do about it?" he asked running a hand through Bill's vibrant red hair.
Bill lowered his head to Harry's torso, gently nuzzling, and inhaling the clean scent. His tongue traced patterns across the skin, swirling on downward. Briefly dipping his tongue in his navel, Bill continued until he was face to face with Harry's arousal. Not pausing to take a breath, Bill swallowed Harry’s cock in one go.
Harry's fingers tangled in Bill's hair, pulling at it almost painfully. "Oh... Bill..." Harry moaned arching his back. "Fuck..."
"That's the idea," Bill replied around Harry's cock. He bobbed his head up and down; counting down to when he knew Harry was going to come. The suction of his mouth increased and a finger found its way under his balls. Teasing, stroking, he swiped his finger across the puckered entrance.
Harry arched his back as he came deep into Bill's throat. Eyes half closed, chest rising and falling rapidly, breathing labored... Harry looked positively debauched.
Bill kissed his way back up Harry's body. His lips closed over Harry's explosively. He rocked his hips against Harry's leg to ease his own ache. It didn't take long for him to come as well.
When they came down off their high, they turned to look at each other.
Harry stared at his friend thoughtfully. The red head was truly beautiful. With his red hair and blue eyes, pale, freckled splatter skin, to his nicely muscled body.
"What are you thinking about?" Bill asked.
"You're beautiful, you know... just wondering how on earth, you can want someone like me..." he replied without thinking.
Bill stared incredulously at him. "I'm not going to even ask where that came from... Yeah... don't want to know..." ” Bill said in shock.
Harry flushed realising how stupid his question was to Bill. "Sorry."
Bill sat up. "Something is different with you today... you came a little too fast. What else is on your mind?"
"Nothing... can't a man just be horny for the heck of it?" he asked testily.
Snickering, Bill stood up and pulled Harry out of bed. "Guess so... but you don't fool me, Harry." He steeped back. "Get dressed... i’'ts time for another fun filled day of grumpy goblins."
Later that day, Harry was cleaning their office. The day had been slow and Harry had decided to do something with his unexpected free time. On days like this, where boredom was about to drive him crazy, he would do things the muggle way. Cooking, talking on the phone, even cleaning, which would explain why he was on a muggle ladder, and using a muggle broom to get rid of the cobwebs in his and Bill's office.
"What are you doing, Mr. Potter?" a deep voice asked curiously, frightening the boy from his precarious position on the ladder.
The next thing Harry knew, he was that he was falling to the ground. He braced himself for the impact... the impact that never came. He found himself, as he opened his eyes, safely secured in strong arms.
Harry gasped when he realized who was holding him.
"Well, Mr. Potter... What a surprise, you dropping in like this," Professor Snape drawled.
Harry smirked and decided he wanted to play too. "We have got to stop meeting like this, sir,” he said alluding to him carrying him to the castle after the battle.
Snape smirked as he helped Harry to his feet. He held him for just a moment too long, before letting him go.
"Thank you, sir... It always seem that you are rescuing me... care to make it your day job?"
"Well, if the benefits are reasonable...” There was a smile in Snape's eyes that threatened to reach his mouth. He raised a quizzical eyebrow.
"I'll cook for you,” he teased. "When was the last time you had a meal that didn't have the after taste of a chemical?"
Snape regarded him closely. "And what make you think that I cannot cook?" Both eyebrows went up.
"That’s right... I forget... you *are* a potions master... I doubt it’s the only thing you can do..." Harry said thoughtfully, not realising that he was still clutching his robes.
"Oh, Mister Potter, I am capable of a great many things...” This time the smirk was very broad.
Blushing as his thoughts took an inappropriate turn, he said, "Of that, I have no doubt, sir... You are a *master* after all..."
Snape looked into Harry’s eyes, and then at the hands that still clutched his robes.
He snatched his hands away as if burned when he noticed the look. "Sorry, sir."
"Don’t be, Harry."
Snape did not move but he did let his eyes travel the length of Harry's body. Then he tilted his head slightly... Harry was indeed a handsome man
Harry blushed redder under his intense gaze. He cleared his throat, nervously. "So, what brings you to Gringotts, sir?"
"Well, it seems you were distracted last evening and neglected to take this with you." A pale hand held out a bottle containing the skelgro potion.
Harry coughed. "Oh... my bad..." He was at a loss for words in his embarrassment.
Snape chuckled very softly. "Oh I don't think you are bad... At all."
Snape held out the potion to Harry and smiled a small smile when Harry’s finger brushed his fingers.
"Thank you, sir," he said, reaching for the bottle. "But you didn't have to come out all this way... you could've fire called and I would've gladly gone to pick it up." Harry said trying to cover up his embarrassment.
Laughing out loud, "Quite alright, Harry. I had to come to Gringotts to make a withdrawal ... so it was no bother to deliver this to you personally."
Harry was momentarily stunned when Snape laughed. It threw him off balance a little, but, at the same time, it warmed him as nothing had in a while.
"Professor... I can't thank you enough," he said taking the bottle, slightly shivering as their fingers brushed. "Um sir... are you doing anything this evening?" Harry asked, eyes dropping to the floor shyly.
"Well..." ” Snape hesitated for just an instant. "I was planning on catching up on my potion journals... but perhaps I could be dissuaded from that. Was there something you had in mind?" Snape stepped closer and locked his gaze on Harry's.
"Um... would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" Harry asked quietly. "I'll cook."
Tilting his head, he regarded Harry thoughtfully. 'So they're not lovers, I don't think....’ he thought to himself, lost in thoughts. He was quiet too long.
Harry face fell sadly. "Sorry sir... you probably have better things to do besides being with me. Sorry."
Snape mentally kicked himself for taking too long thinking. 'Damn... since when have I ever worried about thinking too long?' Out loud, "Forgive me Harry... was lost in my thoughts. I would love to have dinner with you."
Harry gasped and quickly looked up. Eyes shining brightly, "Really?"
"Yes, Harry... really," Snape confirmed. "What should I bring?"
"Nothing sir. Just bring yourself."
"Oh, I'll definitely bring that..." he trailed off. 'And more," he thought to himself.
After Snape had left, Harry collapsed on the office couch. He stretched out and closed his eyes, trying to get his heart beating back under control.
"Something you want to tell me, Harry?" Bill's teasing voice floated to him.
Harry eeped and rolled off the couch. "Damnit!! Will people stop doing that to me?"
Bill laughed at him. "But you're so cute, knocked out on your arse."
Pouting, Harry pulled himself back on the couch and stretched out again.
"Are you going to tell me about you and Professor Snape, Harry?" Bill asked stretching out beside him. It was a tight fit, but they managed.
Harry blushed. "There's nothing to tell."
Arching an eyebrow at him, "There's nothing to tell? That yummy piece of man? Are you insane? Of course there's something to tell! So spill!"
Harry was amused. It was times like these, that he's grateful for having such a friend like Bill. Ron, Hermione, and him, are still good friends but over the years they grew apart... becoming the kind of friends that meet once a month on dart night at the local pub.
He began working for Bill three years ago. Harry had been in-between jobs after quitting his Auror job. Too much killing, not enough sleep, and overall just too much grief. He woke up one morning and decided there was more to life than fighting. Then Bill showed up on his doorstep that very morning... with tea, cream cheese Danishes, and breakfast sandwiches.
With a bright "Good Morning!" he let himself in past the dazed hero and into the eating area. "Hurry up or your food will get cold!" he admonished.
That snapped him out of his daze and joined the red head for breakfast. They caught up on old times and then Bill made his proposal. Work with him as his assistant and friend and be paid for it.
It didn't take long for Harry to make his decision. Shortly after they began working together, they became lovers... more like friends with benefits. But they were never alone and that was what counted.
"Yummy piece of man? I was sure you were going to say something else... like yummy piece of a” he cut himself off.
Giving Harry a sly wink, "Well that too! But you're avoiding the question."
"Alright, Mr. Nosy! I asked him for dinner tonight."
"Really? Well it’s about time! I thought you two would never get a clue!" Bill enthused, almost gushing. Almost.
"Oh, shut up... I thought for sure he was going to kill me for even suggesting it."
"Not a chance at that. You're going to have the best time tonight, Harry."
Snuggling against his friend, "But what about you? Do you mind?"
Bill placed an affectionate kiss upon his brow. "I will be fine. You don't have to worry about me... I'm not alone and neither are you, love. Go get your man!"
"You're going way too fast here, Bill. The man doesn't even like me like that!"
"You see... I used to think you were a smart man... now I'm not too sure!" Bill grouched.
Severus Snape looked through his wardrobe again. Black, everything he owned was black. He wondered if Harry would mind that. Wait. Here was a robe with some silver stitching at the collar. Perhaps that would be suitable, it did look rather elegant.
Above all else, he wanted to make a good impression on the young man. Severus knew that he had many things to atone for when it came to Harry Potter.
For seven years he'd made the young man's stay at Hogwart's less than pleasant. Not until, he had graduated and moved away, had he even attempted to reveal what he truly felt for the now, rather charming young man.
Harry puttered around the kitchen, trying to get the meal on the table before Snape showed up. He hastily put the Mustard greens on the table. Next was the Cajun fried turkey. "Shit!!" he swore after depositing it on the table. He had accidentally touched the hot pan that the turkey was in. His hand was fast turning red. "Oh man, not now,” he grumbled ignoring the pain for now as he turned to grab the basket of homemade rolls.
After arranging everything on the table, he quickly ran upstairs to his room to get dressed.
He bit his lip, contemplating the items in his closet. Finally, he settled for a pair of pressed jeans and a black buttoned up dress shirt.
"Now all that’s missing, is the man himself," he said aloud. He decided to forego the shoes and opted for bare feet, blushing, as he remembered ogling Snape's feet last evening.
He headed back downstairs to await Snape's arrival.
With a final adjustment to his robes, Snape quickly strode out of his chambers, out of the dungeon, and out of the castle. He moved quickly across the grounds. When he was outside of the boundaries of Hogwarts, he apparated directly to Harry's flat.
Straightening himself, he raised an elegant, if somewhat potion stained, hand and knocked on the door twice.
He could feel his heart beginning to beat a bit heavier as he waited in anticipation.
Jumping slightly, Harry told himself to calm down. He answered the door with a bright, "Hi-” he cut himself off as he took in Snape's appearance. 'Dear Merlin! The man is HOT!!' he thought to himself.
Snape took in the young man. He was pleased to see Harry looking at him with such interest.
He nodded his head. "Good evening, Harry... may I?" he tilted his head, indicating his intent to enter. One corner of his mouth turned up as Harry stepped back and allowed him to enter.
"Oh yes! Please come in!" Harry said, flustered. "May I take your robe, sir?"
"Actually Harry, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to keep them on for the moment." He put his most inscrutable face on and walked past Harry and into the living room.
No need for Harry to see what was underneath his robes, just yet.
"That’s fine, sir. I'm so happy you decided to come." Harry said leading him to the sitting area in the living room. "Would you like a drink, sir?"
"Yes, Harry I’d like that very much. What do you have to offer?"
"I have scotch and Crown Royal and tea, if you don't want alcohol."
"Well, I do believe that a scotch would be most pleasant.” Snape licked his lips that had gone a bit dry.
"Yes sir..." he said slowly as he eyed the tongue that licked the lips, he very much wanted to lick, himself. "The scotch is quite chilled, sir. Do you want ice?" he asked not blinking, as he stared at those lips.
"Where would you like me to sit?" Snape couldn't help but smile as he watched Harry, watching him. The young man certainly seemed to be interested.
Clearing his throat, he pointed to the loveseat closest to the fire.
"That's fine, Harry, I like my scotch, neat. Why water it down..."
Harry went to the kitchen to fill his order. He took out two glasses and filled one with ice. He then poured the scotch halfway in each glass.
Coming back to the living room, he handed Snape his glass. He sat down on the carpet on the floor in front of the couch Snape was at. He leaned against the couch and sighed as he took his first sip.
Severus took the glass delicately; he sat down with a fluid motion. He raised the glass to his lips, swirled the amber liquid around, and eyed the young man that was seated on the floor, in front of him.
"Harry, why are you sitting on the floor? Surely there are more... comfortable places you could be sitting," he let his gaze sweep from Harry to the space beside him.
Harry worried his bottom lip as he came to a decision. 'Oh Merlin... how am I suppose to control myself,' he thought. He stood up and joined the professor on the couch, for once regretting his decision of buying only loveseats.
Snape shifted over a bit, to give Harry a bit more room and then turned, so that he was facing Harry.
"Well," Severus drawled. "This is... pleasant. What have you prepared for dinner? I smell spices. Not a typical evening meal, is it?
Blushing, Harry took another sip of his scotch. "No, not really. I've prepared a small Cajun seasoned turkey and greens... I’ve never made it before so I thought now was as good as anytime to test it. You shall be my guinea pig this evening."
"Well, that does sound like an interesting meal." Severus cocked an eyebrow. "I do hope your cooking skills are better that your potion brewing skills." This time the smirk was more evident now. Severus was enjoying this and he could not help but tease the young man just a bit.
"Maybe, just a little...” Harry teased back. "If you fall over, we'll know that it’s not..."
He took a sip of the scotch and inhaled as the liquid ran warmly down his throat.
Harry relaxed. This is something he can do. The talking, the teasing, the companionship... He grinned impishly, finishing his drink.
"We shall see, Harry, though if I should collapse from your efforts, you will have to deal with Minerva.
"She assures me that I am quite indispensable to her.” There were laugh lines around Severus’ eyes. He felt good and comfortable with Harry. It was almost as if those years at Hogwart’s had never existed.
"We shall see... ready to march to your imminent death, sir?"
"Imminent death? Well, I don't know about that, though..." He moved closer to Harry. "Perhaps I could promise you some thing along those lines...” Carefully, slowly, he reached a hand out, placed it on Harry’s knee, and looked deep into green eyes, opened wide in surprise. "Would you like to learn about 'Le Petite Mort'?"
"Tell me, Harry... is it just dinner that we are sharing tonight?" he placed his glass on the floor, and took the one from Harry's hands as well. "I'm a master of many things, not just potions." Snape's voice was so low as he said the last bit, that it was almost a purr.
Breathing became difficult, as he gazed into Snape's eyes... searching to see if he was serious.
Severus kept his hand still, but could feel the warmth of Harry radiating through the denim material, and that warmth coursed up his arm and throughout his body.
"Yes... please, Severus," Harry breathed giving into his desires and leaning forward until their lips connected.
Snape leaned into the kiss while sliding his hand up Harry's thigh. The kiss was hungry and the touch was not a light one.
Harry took in a shuddering breath, barely holding onto his control... what’s left of it, that is.
Snape's mind was in a whirl. This was happening faster than he had expected. He was surprised with his own actions, but thrilled in Harry's response.
Shivering, Harry leaned more into the kiss. Harry wrapped his arms around Severus’ neck and pulled him closer.
"Harry, what is it that you want from me?'' the question was said against lips that tried to devour his own and against a tongue that dueled with his own for supremacy.
"You," he breathed hotly. "I just want you."
His hand was stroking Harry's erection through his jeans while searching for the zipper.
"Well if it's me you want... then I am at your disposal." Snape's tongue and teeth traced hot patterns on Harry's neck, as his hand found what it had been searching for. "Let me touch you, Harry... all of you..."
Harry whimpered as Snape's hand closed over his warm flesh. He groaned when those words were whispered into his ear.
Snape's hand was tugging at the waistband of Harry's pants trying to pull them down.
Harry lifted his hips to accommodate him. He flushed as the air hit his exposed flesh.
Suddenly, it hit him what they were about to do and where. "Do you think we should take this to my room?" he asked uncertainly. He didn't want Snape to think he didn't want him, but he would be more comfortable in his room.
The hand yanked when Harry lifted his hips and the pants found themselves at Harry's ankles. Before Harry could say more, Snape bowed his head and engulfed Harry’s erection in his mouth. He sucked it in, almost to the base, and then slid his mouth back up to the tip. Then Severus swirled his tongue around the head and slid back down to the base. Harry tasted bittersweet, a bit salty, and he smelled of musky youth.
He mouthed around the length, "Need you now... need this...."
"Oh shit!" Harry moaned tangling his fingers in Severus's hair. Harry arched into Severus’ mouth and whimpered almost painfully. "Oh please!" he moaned writhing on the couch. "Severus, if you don't stop... I'm... I'm going to... come!"
"Want you... for so long..." The hand was stroking underneath Harry, rolling his testicles around and the other hand was now stroking Harry's length, as Severus continued to use his mouth. He hummed and quickened his pace. Harry was writhing and moaning while Snape's own erection pressed against his thigh.
Whimpering, tears slid down Harry's face as he struggled with his control. But Severus didn't care. All he wanted was to taste Harry, to take in his very essence.
"Sev-" his voice broke as he arched farther into that hot mouth. He came with a shout, shooting warmth into the back of his throat.
Severus swallowed and continued to massage Harry's erection with his tongue and hand until Harry had no more to give. Then he pulled back and sat up.
Breathing hitching as if he'd been weeping, Harry sat up, and threw his arms around Severus.
Smiling gently, Severus pulled Harry close and kissed the dazed young man. "Are you alright?" he whispered against one ear.
Harry nodded, still shivering in the aftermath of his climax.
"You are everything that I have wanted... have I found that?"
Harry snuggled up to him. "Yes," he whispered. "I'm yours."
"Is there anything more that I can give you?" Snape's eyes were like black pools as he searched Harry's face looking for an answer.
"You can give me all of you," Harry said fingering Sev's buttons on his robe.
"Wait Harry, perhaps we could find somewhere more comfortable..." he trailed off, waiting for an answer.
"Ok... you want to chance my room? I promise things have changed since my time at Hogwarts."
Severus stood up and pulled Harry with him. "Harry, I have no doubts that they are... but right now, all I care about is lying you down and making love to you."
Harry gulped as he led the way to his room. He opened the door and pulled Snape in after him. After leading Severus to the bed, Harry turned and wrapped his arms around Severus, kissing him hungrily. "I'm yours," Harry whispered against his lips.
Snape pushed Harry gently down on the bed. "A moment, Harry..."
From his position on the bed, Harry tilted his head, silently questioning.
With a swift motion, Snape's robes fell to the floor; he wore nothing underneath.
"Oh!" Harry gasped as he took in the unexpected sight of his lover's naked body. "No wonder!" he chuckled then, reaching out to Severus with out stretched hands.
His erection stood proud as Snape moved onto the bed.
Harry pulled Severus on top of him the moment he got on the bed. "I want to feel you," he said huskily.
Snape complied and gasped a little as he slid his body over Harry's. He wanted Harry very badly, but knew he would have to take his time.
Moaning Harry slid his legs open, letting Snape fall between them. Harry gasped as Snape’s arousal came in contact with his own. Harry couldn't help himself as he arched up to increase the friction.
Growling, Severus ground his hips against the man beneath him.
Harry gasped.
"Hmm... I want to make love to you, Harry... gods..." he moaned.
"What are you waiting for?" Harry asked nipping at Snape's ear.
Snape muttered a charm and Harry felt slippery fingers breach him. A finger pressed against Harry's opening, then push inside... slowly.
Harry moaned softly, impatiently. "I'm not going to break, Severus."
Groaning, "Alright," and Snape thrust in more vigorously, adding a second finger.
"Yes!" Harry gasped out impaling himself over and over on the fingers. "Severus, more, please!"
Severus pushed in a third finger and thrust deeply, brushing Harry's prostate with every thrust.
Harry pulled Snape's head down to his and brushed their lips together. "More, Severus... I need you," he said.
"Alright Harry." Snape muttered the charm again and slathered his erection with something warm and very wet.
He positioned himself with care, pushed through the tight ring of muscle, and into Harry's warm body.
Harry bit his lip as he forced himself to relax. It was painful and pleasurable at the same time. He knew that whatever might happen in the future, he would never forget this... or him.
When Severus had eased in all the way, he looked down into Harry's eyes; his own hair fell around his face, framing it with an inky curtain.
"I love you," Harry whispered almost inaudibly. Harry wrapped his legs around Snape’s waist and kept his eyes opened. "I love you," he mouthed again.
Severus inhaled slowly, and began to thrust into the young man, "Gods... Merlin... your so tight... ohhh” He knew he wouldn't last long. "Harry touch yourself.... want you to come... when I do." Snape thrust hard and deep and when he angled himself, he brushed against Harry most sensitive spot every time.
Shuddering, Harry closed his hand over his cock and arched to meet each thrust. He stroked hard and fast, arse clenching around Severus's cock.
Snape was biting his lip trying to control himself. His breath came in ragged gasps, and both he and Harry were covered in sweat. "Gods Harry... I'm close... come for me." He thrust in hard and fast while devouring Harry's mouth in a brutal kiss.
Nails raking down Severus's back, teeth nipping at his shoulders, Harry whimpered into his mouth as his hand was filled with his hot spunk.
With a deep moan, Severus's whole world centered on his erection and the sensations that were roiling through his body. When he felt himself explode, his world shifted on its axis and he fell, into a blissful abyss.
When Severus next opened his eyes he found himself pressed against Harry's chest... his hair, spread out against Harry's skin, like a black halo. Harry chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm.
Harry was running his fingers through Snape's hair calmly. "Are you back with me?" Harry asked, gently massaging his scalp.
Snape smiled a sleepy, sated smile and whispered, "Harry James Potter, I think that I just might be in love with you.
"I hope so," Harry said chuckling.
He kissed the young man and fell back to sleep, whispering, "La Petite Mort... the little death... and I have died in your arms tonight. Now and forever."
The End!