Prima Amoris

He strode quietly into the room, wand drawn and hair flaring as he turned to face Snape.

"Harry, is th...."

He was cut short as Harry disarmed him, bound him then turned to lock and charm the door.

"Potter what do you think you are doing?" Snape snarled aloud, hoping someone would hear and barge into the room. Harry smiled and walked to the where the Professor sat, struggling against the constricting ropes as they further dug into his arms.

"Explain yourself!" Snape growled again. But Harry raised his wand to Snape's chest this time. Snape glowered at him in hatred and opened his mouth to dare the boy to hex him. But Harry had already whispered breathlessly, "Stupify."

The stunner was light, allowing Snape to sit upright in his chair yet his head was spinning with dreary confusion. It wasn't until he felt the tug at his robes that his thoughts cleared enough for him to realize what was happening. His mind raced as he watched Harry pull his cock from his robes and start to slowly stroke him full length. He couldn't help the gasp and slight moan that escaped in his condition. Nor could his protests find his lips.

Harry immediately took him into his mouth and began the teasing. Harry's tongue left trails along the shaft, eliciting more from the Slytherin professor. Harry looked innocently into the eyes of the professor then turned his attention back to what he was doing. He started to bob his head in unison with the firm yet gentle strokes he administered. It wasn't long before he felt Severus tense on the edge of exploding. But Harry had stopped, and continued his prior ministrations of teasing.

He lapped at Snape's head viciously, feeling the pressure slowly build under his steadily stroking hand. Snape was moaning as much as he was near whimpering. He felt a chill run down his spine, and knew Snape couldn't hold on any longer. He swallowed him balls deep then began sucking faster, a bit stronger, tilting his head side to side as he bobbed. Snape screamed, nearly blacking out as he came forcefully into Harry's mouth. He heard Snape's breath further catch in his throat as he felt Harry swallow.

He stood and waved his wand, casting a cleaning and drying charm over Severus' crotch. He redressed him, and removed the binding hex as well. Unlocking the door, he pointed his wand at Snape a final time, muttering, "Enervate" as he left Snape's office, closing the door behind him. Snape sat there letting the relaxing effects of what happened wash over him. Then he stood, knees shaking a bit, and darted off to the Headmaster's office.

It wasn't long before Severus Snape ended up in front of the gargoyle leading to Dumbledore's office. He muttered the password, "Laffy Taffy," and rode the stairs to the door. He raised his hand to knock but the door was opened as Dumbledore greeted him.

"Ah, Severus, what brings you to my office?" he asked a he strolled back to his chair. He then waved his wand, summoning a plush leather chair for Snape to sit. Snape took the seat without uttering a word.

To tell the truth, Snape was trying to figure out how to pose the situation to the headmaster but something about that annoying twinkle in his eyes told Snape he already knew. It sent a shudder down his spine and Dumbledore caught it. Snape sighed and deciding on frankly recounting the story of what happened.

"I was sitting in my room whilst reviewing my lesson plan for tomorrow's classes. It was 15 minutes after my last class of the day," he paused, trying to gauge something of Dumbledore's expression. All he caught was curiosity. Snape continued.

"I'd just set my plans down on the counter when Potter entered my room with his wand drawn," he said cooly, though he could feel his blood start to simmer.

"At first, I thought there was something wrong. That is, until he hexed me with a binding spell and closed and locked the door. I bellowed at him, hoping to draw the attention of someone passing by, but he'd obviously used an imperturbable charm on the door as well. I asked him what his aim was, but it became clear as he raised his wand to my chest...or so I thought. He hit me with a mild stunning spell, but nothing strong enough to render me unconscious. I immediately thought he meant to torture me," Snape began visibly shaking with rage as he paused, seeing the images of what happened flash through his mind.

"He...." He couldn't continue. He merely looked Dumbledore square in the eye and willed Dumbledore to see a part of the memory. And for a moment, he saw the twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes burn brightly, but return to it's normal shimmer.

"Oh," was Dumbledore's only response. The flicker in his eyes died down a moment as he searched for an explanation. It came to him instantly.

"It seems we missed one student then," he voiced as Snape rose from his seat, ready to explode when the only utterance he heard was "oh". Recognition settled on the face of the Potions professor and he sank back down into his seat.

"As you may have heard, someone slipped a drought of a powerful love potion, Prima Amoris, into the punch at last night's Valentine's Ball. Luckily, to the shock of a few of your colleagues, we caught the symptoms early on and were able to administer antidotes to the student body before things got further out of hand. Apparently, we missed one," he said looking at his hands as he did so.

He knew the potion. He'd been asked by complete strangers during his years at Hogwarts to brew the potion for them. Of course, he'd refused. The effects, if brew correctly, were instantaneous. The first person whom the taker of the potion saw would be seen as a first love. Then if the love isn't returned, or the antidote isn't administered, the love becomes a dangerous obsession.

"Figures. I guess my berating him didn't help the fact either," Snape murmured. He recalled the duel between Malfoy and Harry that broke out as the two were dancing across from each other in the middle of the ballroom. Harry had fled the Ball due to the altercation and the embarrassment of his date turning and hexing him. It was actually pretty random. Unless, his date had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy when the effects of the potion had kicked in on her. He had cornered Harry in the hallway immediately after and cut into him with every insult he could muster. Harry smiled endearingly then walked away in total silence. He should've known something was wrong then.

"Severus," Dumbledore spoke, drawing Snape out of his reverie. "You must speak with Harry. You must tell him of the potion as well as give him the antidote." Snape stood to protest but Dumbledore quelled him with that commanding hand gesture he often used on students. "You are the only one who can speak with him now. His love for you will warp his beliefs of the others around him to make him think that they are trying to keep you two apart. With Harry's temper, this could be a potentially dangerous, if not fatal, situation. Lastly, take care not to break him. The effects of this potion are strong enough to induce immediate thoughts of suicide once love has been rejected. And even after the antidote is administered, there is still a feeling of incredible loss and heartache," Dumbledore sighed. "Severus, if there was ever a time that I favored your knack for subtleties, it was now. I'll see you tomorrow then, to discuss your talk with the boy."

Dumbledore left no room for argument, so Snape stood up and left after a short sneer at the old wizard. Dumbledore scoffed then chuckled. Though he wasn't in complete approval of what transpired, he hadn't seen Severus enter his office so relaxed in years, nor so flushed. Dumbledore enjoyed his laughter with a lemon drop, then settled to finished a few of his plans. Snape glided haughtily back to his room as his robes whipped and flared behind him, causing a certain Boy-Who-Lived to nearly drool over himself. Once inside, he slammed the door furiously and slumped into his private quarters. He lay face down on his bed for a long while before asking fate, "Why me?"

Harry on the other hand, couldn't wait for tomorrow.

Classes went fairly well for Harry the next day. He seemed to catch on immediately to any lesson put forward. He was even able to stay awake in History of Magic class. He done stellar all morning, until he got to Potions. Upon walking into the room, he knew something was going to be different. He sat in his usual seat and set his supplies on the desk in preparation. Snape, robes wafting garishly in the wind, entered the room. Harry nearly choked on a whimper that threatened to escape. He wanted his secret love for Severus Snape to be common knowledge to no more than Snape himself. Clearing his throat, Snape waved his wand, causing the instructions for their assignment to appear on the board.

"The name of this potion is Prima Amoris. I'm sure a few have already felt the effects of this potion at the Valentine's Ball the other day," Many around the room turned deep shades of red, especially one Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. Apparently, the potion kicked in during one of their more heated arguments. The next thing people knew was that the two were headed out the door ripping at each other's clothes. Harry could only chuckle as he looked over the faces of his two chums. This was news to him and he couldn't help but realize that his new infatuation with Snape most likely was brought on by the potion.

"Potter!!!" Harry snapped his head up in confusion. "Seeing as how we have a failure to communicate, I would like to see you after class to see if we could discuss some important matters. One of them being your complete ignorance and another being the size of your incredibly swollen ego!" Harry looked around as he saw people returning to their seats carrying the ingredients for the potion.

He look to Snape, mumbled a quick, "Yes, Sir," then fled to retrieve his things.

Class ended quickly enough. Harry had ruined his potion at least twice merely watching Snape grade the essays they'd turned in the day before. All three times that he ruined his potion, Snape roared at him, warranting snickers from even a few Gryffindors. Nevertheless, he cleaned his station and gathered up his things ready to leave when Hermione reminded him that he had to stay after.

"We'll stay behind and wait for you," Hermione said, Ron nodding in agreement. But Harry waved it off.

"No, this could take a while. I'm guessing detention for a month would be lenient for Snape, right? I'll try to argue him down to it," he joked, though now he really wanted her and Ron to leave. There was a small voice in the back of his mind saying repeatedly, He could be yours again.

He ushered them to the door, then found Snape towering over him as he turned around.

"We'll be in the common room if you need us," Ron said before glowering at their greasy professor.

"Thanks," Harry said almost too convincingly cheerful. He then turned to Severus who had just pulled his wand.

"Follow me Potter," he grumbled while magicking Harry's things away. Harry complied wordlessly.

They trekked through the school and Harry soon found himself in the dungeons. The slightly warm and damp corridor helped give a sultry atmosphere to the luridly vivid images playing through his rampant mind. They came to a halt outside of the professor's office, yet the sudden stop caused the preoccupied boy to crash into the man. With a growl and sigh, Snape opened the door and waited for Harry to enter before closing the door and locking it. Harry's stomach lurched as the Potion's master turned to a nearby floorlength portrait of a regal looking Slytherin and muttered what sounded quite like "Bedknobs and Snakepits". The painting burst into flames to reveal a door, of which Snape unlocked and entered. Harry stood there fastened to the floor before an indignant, "Potter!!!" drew him inside.

The room he found was nothing like the somber Potion's professor he had come to know. It was decorated with emerald greens and silvers that Harry didn't know could be spun together in such unity. Rich tapestries adorned the stone walls, and emerald green drapes covered the floor-length windows. Harry couldn't stop the gasp that escaped before it passed his lips, causing Snape to turn and smirk. Then he motioned for Harry to sit on a velvet-lined couch while he strode to a cupboard and withdrew a potion. Harry sat uneasy and waited for Snape to initiate the conversation. Too many thoughts had rushed to his head as his eyes fell on the bedroom across from where he sat. Luckily, Snape took the seat opposite Harry, completely blocking his view of the chamber.

"Harry, this is the antidote to the love potion that was used at the Ball. There is also an accelerant added to cause the effect to happen immediately," he said in a soft gentle voice that Harry didn't know Snape had. He nearly melted in the wake of the purr.

"Harry, your feelings for me are not real. In reality, they are quite the opposite. You know this. You've hated me every year you've been at Hogwarts. How do you suppose that could change in one night time? You are under the effects of Prima Amoris," Snape purred again. Harry was completely flushed at this point. Snape knew that this wasn't going to work. He decided it was necessary to return to the manner of the curt and greasy potion's master Harry once hated.

"Potter, are you listening?!" the sudden change shocked Harry, causing him to flush even more deeply. "You are under the effects of an extremely potent love potion. The effects could scar your psyche permanently. Do you hear me?!" Snape snapped. Harry looked almost hurt for a moment, his eyes darting to the floor and moving across the lush, green carpet as if he was searching for something. Then his eyes stopped dead, and he looked up slowly.

"Harry take the potion," Snape purred as he handed Harry the phial. Harry could only look at it before clutching it with a shaky hand.

Harry popped the cork one handed and looked to Snape almost pleadingly. Snape nodded to reassure him. Then Harry blasted Snape with a binding hex.

"Expelliarmus," Harry yelled and watched the wand that Snape was fidgeting to retrieve shoot across the room.

Harry locked and charmed the door. Then turned to a furious Snape.

"Harry, you will stop this now! You are under the effects of a love potion. Get a grip on yourself!" he barked.

Harry laughed gleefully. "You don't get it, do you? I don't care," he chuckled. Then set an incendiary charm to the potion in the bottle. He set his wand back on Snape and fired a light Stunner. Seeing Snape slump a little, he then helped Snape onto the lush green carpeted floor. He released the binding charm and began removing Severus' robes. Lastly, he removed his own, exposing his fully nude physique to the groaning Snape.

"Now, let's get to what I really came here for..." he said grinning.

Harry began at the nape of Snape's neck. From there, he kissed his way up to the smooth skin at Snape's chin. He began to trail left and there found a particularly sensitive spot that no matter how many times he kissed, caused Snape to gasp. He worked his way right and found another spot like the other. After the first dozen or so kisses, he felt Snape shudder under him, and Harry grew nearly hysterical wanting to elicit more from the professor. He kissed his way down the muscular shoulders and chest of Snape, stopping at the erect pink nipples that seemed to draw his entire attention. He licked circles around each bud, pausing to suck forcefully at each. Snape moaned, though it was obvious he was trying to keep his mouth shut. Contrary to what effect he thought it would have, Harry only became more determined.

His tongue circled it's way down the hairless chest and stomach. Though Harry couldn't help to laugh at the fact that Snape was severely ticklish. His tongue found it's way through the grove of hairs at the base of Snape's dick and began to halo the familiar territory. As Harry teased a path around Snape's cock and ultimately came to a stop at his balls, he realized Snape was tense with wanting. Even when he gently began to suck on Snape's testes, the man tensed further, shivering every now and then. Harry knew what he wanted. Yet only after eliciting a few more moans and suddens gasps, did Harry finally take Snape shaft into his mouth, straight to the base. He began to bob his head slowly, letting his tongue circle around the head of Snape's cock as he moved up and down. Then Harry placed his hand around the shaft to add a welcomed bit of pressure. Harry looked up to see Snape's eyes rolling into the back of his head. But he had yet to take things to where they should be. Though it was obvious Snape was ready.

Harry began sucking and stroking Snape's cock faster, even drooling as he pleasured his professor. Snape was moaning even loader than the last time. But Harry wanted more, and so did Snape. With his free hand he grabbed his wand and aimed it at the inside of Snape's thigh. And before Snape could figure out what was happening Harry murmured, "Enervate," as he came up briefly for air. He went back to sucking off Snape just as his lover's senses were renewed full force. Snape shuddered violently, arching his back as he did so, forgetting to breath. He didn't know up from down when he came. Harry had to throw his weight down on Severus' leg to keep him from what seemed like seizing. Yet still Harry kept steady the pleasant pressure and still his head continued to bob drawing the potions master into another seizure-like orgasm. To Snape, he was obviously dead and in heaven right now. But it wasn't until Harry rolled him on his side and slide into him a bit forcefully, though quite pleasurably, did Snape remember where he was. Though it was too late. Harry began to buck, bringing Snape back to the heaven he knew only moments ago. Harry started off shallow, letting Snape get used to the feeling. But after Snape seemed complacent, he began to stroke at his full length, burying himself in Snape completely. For a moment, moans and gasps seemed to be the only language the two could speak at the time. Though Harry was surprised when he realized the majority of the moans he heard were his own.

His hands had found Snape's hard cock once again. Bucking harder and faster, he began to stroke at a totally different rhythm all together. The new sensation nearly confused the man before he realized the feeling was nothing like he ever felt before. He was so full, and every stroke from Harry, on both ends, drove him past the normal sense of physical pleasure. He was comforted and at the same time, being fucked stupid. Then he felt the pressure building up again. This time however, it came back twice as strong as before, causing Snape to dig his hips into Harry's thrusts without meaning to. Snape's voice had gotten raspy from moaning so loud for so long that his purrs and whispers washed over Harry, causing him to increase his speed fanatically. The moans only got louder and the sex only got faster from this point on. The speed increased steadily until Harry's lust completely took over. He couldn't stop and Snape would kill him if he did now. It seems Snape's voice had been holding out on Harry as Snape began groaning louder than he thought possible. He spoke, but his vocabulary had been limited to "Oh fuck! Oh my go...Harry, don't you da...oh...god yes...." Finally, face down into the carpet, screaming Harry's name, he came. And Harry followed soon after. Feeling Snape tighten as he lost it only served to push Harry further over the edge. He'd come so hard he was in tears by the end of it. Neither moved. Neither spoke. They layed there and happily fell asleep, though Snape wouldn't dare admit it.~

(A/N: Hoped you guys liked it. Kinda got a little heated writing it. Now I'm off for a cold shower. Tell me if you want more.)