Complicated Romance

Title: Complicated Romance
Author: Brianna (Bree)
Pairing: Severus Snape / Harry Potter
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Summary: Teacher student relationships were a rare occurrence at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but not unknown. What happens in the time of death, love and most of all, companionship? Will Harry find someone just as lonely as he and will they bring a new meaning to love? Who better for the position than Severus Snape? But with what complication will this love come?


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Previous Chapter: Harry looked up, his eyes wide and his face was flush with a soft crimson. His lips were ravaged completely as well as the love bites on his neck. He was suddenly pushed off the man’s hips, Snape rising to get away from where they had last committed their crime.

“Sleep. I will be back later to bring you your lunch.”

Severus left the boy on the couch, his mind swarming with the new form regret of his actions. He had been out of line and he couldn’t help but feel that he had failed the boy somehow.

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Chapter Five: Photo Album of Memories

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Harry felt his heart throb painfully as he threw himself back against the couch. He sighed out, placing his hands over his face. He waited patiently for his breathing to even out, his body still tense with trepidation. Sighing out once more, he felt the slow ease of arousal slide away, laying himself out on the couch for better comfort. He didn’t realize that tears had taken to his eyes, crawling out at a snail’s pace down the sides of his cheeks. The man was simply too confusing.

Finally, sleep overtook the boy, leading into him in a hopeful world of dreams.

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Harry ran across the vast distance, wand in hand. He was breathing rapidly as his heart pounded against his chest. Everything moved across his peripheral vision, leaving him confused and continually running.

Cries from the distance – hurtful cries that called him back to the scene. Harry felt shudders run through his body as he looked down at the frightened people. His wand was held up, his body rigid with excitement as he sent out a stream of light.

“Crucio!”

Harry convulsed, his body arching against the back of the couch. He screamed out into the black room, trying to have the pain subside with his deathly screams. He could feel the pain taking course through veins already filled with adrenaline and clashing with muscles, making them twitch uncontrollably. Blood streamed out from the scar on his forehead.

Severus ran into the room, having just finished a pile of essays, which –evidently- helped calm his tension. When he entered the room, Harry was writhing beneath the covers that had been given to him the night before, when Severus had found him asleep on the couch. He rushed to the boy’s side, noticing the blood falling from the scar. The boy was showing signs of the Cruciatus curse; he tried to shake Harry awake, but saw that his efforts had gone unsuccessful.

Harry clawed at the material beneath him, arching further into the bed and screaming into the night. He wasn’t subsided from the pain as it continued. He could see black; hear the screams of many men and women calling out from the darkness. Flashes of curses filled his vision as the Cruciatus curse was said countless times, laughter resonating over the screams of dying people. Tears streamed from his eyes as the voices then turned into the voices of his godfather, “I thought you were going to save me.”

“NO! Please,” Harry cried out. He was shaking with tremors, trying to grab what invisible force was calling to him. Then he saw what the vision entitled – Death Eaters. He arched once more as the vision continued, black swirling around the heads of the Death Eaters. They were heading for Hogwarts.

“Harry, wake up!” Severus watched the boy, his hands holding the boy down to the bed. He turned, calling out for Madam Pomfrey to come quickly. He held the boy down as Harry continued to shake and scream from the pain. Something wasn’t right. The curse had been going for too long and he had some idea as to the connection between the boy and the Dark Lord.

His Mark began to throb violently and his eyes widened. He was being called. He stood up just as Madam Pomfrey came into the room followed by the headmaster. He left without another word, the headmaster’s eyes telling him he had permission to go.

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“Ssseverusss,” the Dark Lord’s eyes, crimson with his maliciousness, acknowledged Severus.

Severus knelt, kissing the hem of the Dark Lord’s robes. “Master,” he rose when Voldemort’s hands came to rest on his shoulder, pulling him to stand. He kept his eyes emotionless as they had always been, trying to calm the nerves that twitched with the man’s hand slide down Severus’ torso.

“My most loyal ssservant,” the man took a seat near the front of the room, blowing out a good amount of air to continue. “I have sent some of the other Death Eaters to kidnap Harry Potter, so that I may finally kill the devilish boy. After the boy’s death, then we will make our move.” His eyes seemed tired, yet he continued to smile that bone-chilling smile that Severus had to will himself not to weaken by its presence.

“Yes, my Lord.”

“I would like you to lead them to the boy, Ssseverusss.”

“At once, my Lord.”

“You may go.”

“Thank you, my Lord.” Severus kissed the hem of the man’s robes once more before leaving. He felt his façade slowly lower. So it has come down to kidnapping Harry, has it?, he thought as he quickly apparated to Hogwarts.

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Flashes of light; black swirls that hung over the air; cries of pain as the night took a dead stop over the battle. The wards had been recovered as the Auror’s took their places around the school. The Death Eaters attempts at breaching the school and kidnapping Harry proved unsuccessful as the Auror’s had done their jobs to keep them out. Only after Severus had reported to Dumbledore, had the man left and owl the Auror’s quickly. The Death Eaters had arrived, unnoticed at first, but soon detected by several Auror’s that fought them off. The night was dead.

Harry lay unconscious on the bed, watched by two Auror’s. Their eyes were indifferent, wands drawn. He had been given a dreamless sleep draught and a relaxing draught, in hopes of calming down his body.

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“Tea?” Dumbledore smiled at Severus as the tension was broken by his simple question. The headmaster’s smiling eyes served as a tension breaker for the two as they sat in his office, moments gone unspoken.

Severus was given his tea, his mouth not yet moving. Severus blew out an uneasy amount of air as he sipped gingerly at the hot tea. The liquid pierced his lips, pursuing his dry throat and filling an empty stomach.

“Harry must go into hiding. He is not safe here at Hogwarts. Voldemort has already shown that his need for the boy’s death is consequently the only solution to a better stance on the battle, Severus. Harry needs to be somewhere he will be safe.” Dumbledore’s eyes were soft, tired even. Piles of papers clamored over his desk, quills left unattended and empty folders. “I’ll need you to protect him, Severus.”

“But you certainly can’t mean that, Albus.” Severus was holding his tea in his hand, his face was expressionless, but he had gone rigid at the new found information.

“We must get him to safety, Severus, we cannot keep him here. The wards have weakened and the sight of those Death Eaters is a warning. If we do not get him to safety, then we might not be able to save him from a fate that he does not deserve. I am asking you to go with him. You must protect him.” Albus was standing, his hands resting on the desk, his face tired from a night without rest.

“Where will we go?”

“I have already made arrangements for you to be transported from here to an unknown location.”

“When?” Severus had put his tea cup on the desk, his eyes looking into the man’s. He felt the need to protect Harry; however, he didn’t feel that he was suited to give that protection.

“As soon as Harry wakes up,” Albus smiled gently, before turning to the door. “I will let Harry know of what is to come. I have yet to talk to the boy about my guardianship.” He walked over to the Phoenix settled on her perch, petting her twice before turning back to Severus.

Severus stood, nodding his head simply and took off down the hall to gather his belongings. He didn’t know how long the boy would be out, but with the way the boy was, not long. He took off down the stairs, making his way to the dungeons and eventually near where Harry was being held.

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Harry opened his eyes slightly, looking up to see a blur of a figure near the side of his bed. Before he said anything, his glasses were placed on his face and the image cleared into the figure of his headmaster.

“Headmaster,” Harry rose, holding his head when it began to throb because of the quick movement.

“Harry, my dear boy, how do you feel?” The man’s eyes glinted at Harry, his smile once more placed on his tired features. He looked extremely exhausted, his face pallor.

“Fine, sir. What happened?” Harry rubbed the sleep from his eyes, placing his weight finally on his hands as he peered up at the older man. He could feel the morning sun pour in through the window and rest on their bodies. He sighed out as he turned to look around the room, noticing two men near the door with their wands drawn, “Who are they?”

“Ah. Last night was quite the night,” the man laughed gingerly before continuing, “Some Death Eaters entered the wards and we had to send out for Auror’s to keep you safe, my boy.” His eyes twinkled as Harry suddenly became aware of the fact that his visions had been true. Harry down casted his eyes, fumbling with his hands as he did so.

“So my visions had been true,” he said quietly to himself.

“Harry, we will need to put you into hiding. Professor Snape will be going with you to make sure that no harm comes to you. I would also like to let you know, as your official guardian, that I will make sure that you are protected and kept safe.” Dumbledore smiled widely as he watched Harry’s face go from depressed to in complete shock.

“M-my guardian, sir?” Harry looked up, his eyes wide with shock. Since when had Dumbledore become his guardian? Had he meant it as a joke, Harry thought suddenly.

Dumbledore chuckled softly, pulling Harry into the first hug he had received in a long time from someone older; other than Snape, he added. “Yes, I sent in the papers. But that is not our biggest concern, my dear boy. You will have to leave immediately. Professor Snape and you will be taking a port key to the designated spot where you will await my orders. Do you understand, Harry?” Harry nodded quickly, before getting up. He noticed that his belongings had already been gathered for him.

With a simple nod, he grabbed his things and walked out the door, following his guardian. It was definitely weird that the headmaster was now considered his guardian, one of the many things Harry had to add to his ‘consort later’ list.

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Harry waited patiently as the Aurors secured the area. Dumbledore held out an item that was slightly concealed to Snape, making a quick nod and leaving without another word. Snape walked over to Harry, holding out the item.

The small orb was silver and had designs running through the middle, making it appear even more extravagant.

“Come along, Mister Potter. We must be touching for this to transport both of us.” Harry nodded vaguely aware of what touching entitled as he was grabbed around the waist and pulled into the man’s body. He hoped that his blush was not visible, knowing it to be creeping over his face as they awaited the time to go to its last.

Before Harry had time to think, he was spiraling out of control, his only grounding the hold that Snape had around his waist. He felt his body tumble without course through a veil of brilliant colors. Flashes of purples and reds crossed his line of vision, causing him to feel dizzy. He closed his eyes, clinging to the other for support as they continued to fall through the spiraling vortex of light and color.

When they landed, it was not discrete. Harry feel, landing on top of Snape, his trunk landing clear next to their faces and creating a loud ‘thud’ sound. He felt the blush return to his cheeks as he fumbled to get off the older man. Snape had been affected, his face showing a somewhat shocked look that was quickly recovered as he too began to stand.

Harry stood, turning to gaze around the room. The windows were planked with old wood that was slowly desecrating due to the years of weather forced upon it. Light penetrated through the holes unfilled by the wood, sending streams to line the walls of the other half of the room. Dusty shelves clamored the room, causing the room to seem a bit smaller. There lay a couch at the southern part of the room, covered in a white sheet that served as a form of preservation. Harry walked over to the side of the room, drawing the white cloth from the couch.

Severus watched Harry with emotionless eyes, before turning to examine the rest of the room. He had no idea where they were and for how long they would be there. He assumed that he should ready the fireplace –if there was one- for Dumbledore to floo. He also assumed that they would be given directions as to what they were to do while they stayed in this old house; as gathered from the planked windows.

Severus made his way for the door, passing the boy who was now taking careful consideration of a book he found on one of the many shelves. He walked down the dimly lit hallway, taking the stairs to the lower level and making his way into the living room that sat adjacent to the kitchen. He noticed many portraits hanging from the walls, but obviously muggle due to the lack of movement.

“Incindo!” The fire was set ablaze within the hearth, burning with malicious vigor that lit the room. He turned, noticing the presence at the end of the south wall. Harry stood watching him, his eyes gazing without emotion. The boy looked as though he had just seen a ghost. When he looked up at one of the portraits, he noticed someone oddly familiar. He brought the frame for closer inspection and his eyes widened in silent surprise. The picture contained two figures, a man and a woman. One had long flowing hair, her eyes emerald and happily gazing. The man was tall, broad, and wearing glasses. His messy raven-black hair tussled over his head as his hand was still, rose in the air.

“This was my parent’s house?” Harry turned, looking at a picture on the wall. They were muggle pictures covering the wall - pictures of his birth and evidently pictures of his parents. He didn’t know his parents owned such a muggle home. He felt his heart pound against his chest as he looked from portrait to portrait, drawing as much of the visions from them as his heart could handle.

“This must have been their summer home,” Severus commented, placing the picture back on the mantel just above the fireplace. His face was indifferent, as it always was, but he still couldn’t face the boy behind him. The emotions derived from such a muggle home that his parents owned must be somewhat of a surprise. Severus cursed Dumbledore for such foolishness. The boy shouldn’t have to stay in a home of his dead parents. To his surprise, Severus heard Harry laugh, and quite loudly.

Turning as to inquire of the childishness of the situation, he noticed Harry fumbling through a book of pictures which were moving, as magic pictures usually did. He was watching scenes of his childhood, pointing out some of the several funny things his parents were doing at their wedding. He pointed to a specific picture, one of his mother and Severus dancing. Severus snorted, having remembered that moment he was forced to dance with the woman.

“This one is of you, you dancing with my mum.” Harry laughed as Snape attempted to dip Lily, grace not being his strong point. His father was in the background, holding his knees and laughing with a red face.

“Yes, not one of my proudest moments. I had to bribe your father not to show that picture to anyone other than themselves.” Severus looked over the boy’s shoulder as Harry continued to turn pages, laughing and smiling at several of the pictures. He snorted as he saw a picture of a very young boy, crawling across the photo, stumbling over his own hands and feet. “I can see that you were even proud as a child.”

Harry laughed, nodding his head and continuing to look at the photos. They were unaware of the popping sound, Dumbledore’s arrival, until the man chuckled. “I see that you have found the photo album, Harry.” Harry looked up, his eyes dancing and tearing from laughter.

“Hello, sir.”

Severus stood up straight, “Why have we been sent to stay at the boy’s parent’s house, Albus?”

“Ah. I thought it was a very good place, Severus. This way, Harry can feel at home, knowing that it was once where his parents lived. You will stay here for the remainder of the holiday. I will send a port key when the time comes for you two to return. You may call the house elves to serve you dinner, however, I will not you to use anymore magic than calling them. Do not go outside of the house, unless completely necessary.” Dumbledore smiled, disappearing before any further questions could be asked.

Severus made a snort of disapproval before turning to Harry, whom was still looking at pictures, unfazed by the situation. Severus noticed how encompassed the boy was with savoring all of the photo’s, his eyes dancing along the scenes played out before him. He tucked a straying amount of dark locks behind his eyes as his fingers touched the faces of his dead parents.

Severus caught himself thinking that the boy was simply beautiful, when concentrating. He stopped his train of thought, before going up the steps to check the rooms. He noticed that only one room had a bed in it. His mind went off in a rage as the other rooms contained nothing more than boxes and portraits. They certainly loved to take pictures, he thought through the anger. Damn that old coot for making it so one of them would have to take the couch. He cursed beneath his breath, knowing that he would have to be the one taking the couch.

He returned to the living room, not surprised to see that Harry was still fumbling through the photo album, laughing softly when James took a trip over the bench to make the baby Harry laugh and clap his hands. He caught the smile tugging at his lips. Harry, in the least, looked absolutely adorable and if it weren’t for his façade, he would have smiled and laughed with Harry.

Harry turned, finally closing the book and looking at his professor. He noticed the softness in the man’s eyes, though Snape tried his best to hide away all the feelings that crept over his face, his eyes gave him away completely. Harry soon was reminded of the kiss that had ensued after he had last been alone with the professor. The tinted blush returned to his cheeks and he turned away from the abyssal eyes that caught him in a binding grip. He would not think about Snape like that. Bloody teenaged hormones.

They both stared at the fire, saying nothing as the light dimmed from the room and finally from the sky, leaving the world in the night’s darkness. Flames danced over the dying wood; a dance of passion that hit and burned along the wood that was slowly being turned to ash.

Harry moved slightly, hearing the soft breathing of his professor next to him. He turned to look up and to his surprise and equally dark stare returned to him. He felt the blush return as those eyes once more captured him. The man was simply captivating with the mystery that rung from eye, to ear, to mouth. No! He will not think about the man’s mouth. He continued to stare, contrary to his mind’s protests.

Severus felt his eyes and body paralyzed by the emerald gaze. However much his mind protested his actions, he leaned forward, closing his eyes and pressing saliently demanding lips to the boy’s. His heart sped up as the soft kiss was returned with enthusiasm. He relished in the youthful lips that moved eagerly against his, taking him back to the first part of his years when his clumsy kiss was pressed against his friend’s mouth, in hopes of clearing up a curiosity that soon changed his life.

Harry felt the lips move against his and hands rest themselves on his waist. His mind and body were in heaven as he continued to respond, boldly wrapping his arms around the man’s neck. He would not allow Snape to push him away this time. This time he planned for the ultimate response. He moaned softly as the man’s tongue crossed the barrier that separated his mouth to mouth contact, to fully inside his mouth, exploring leisurely. He gasped slightly as one of Snape’s hands pressed tenderly against the sensitive skin on his stomach, pulling the material away and traveling the length of his lower abdomen.

Severus hadn’t touched another person in so long and his conscious –having given into pleasure- was no longer responding or protesting. His body had taken over, knowing the act was soon to be regretted, but too caught in the moment to care. He had never in his life wanted something as much as he wanted this; Harry beneath him writhing in pleasure and begging him for more. He couldn’t help the strong feelings of need and want for the boy. The beautiful body was enough to kill any man’s thoughts of rejecting the boy. It was unlike him to go against his logical mind, instead onset to the world of glorious pleasure. But he simply could not stop, having denied himself too long of Harry.

Harry felt his body being pushed back to lie out over the couch. Snape slid between his legs, continuing to hold the kiss that had gone from innocent to purely passionate. Snape’s hand slowly eased over Harry’s torso, sending off sensory cells with alarming pleasure. Gasping and arching into the touch, Harry attempted to ground himself, hold out on his needs. He wanted more, but didn’t know how exactly to ask.

Harry groaned as he felt hot heat breathing over an erect nipple. His hands found their way into the slickly fine hair of the man, pressing the head to engulf the nipple into the heat of Snape’s mouth. He had to bite his lower lip from another moan as the lips slowly pursued the nipple, sucking it gently into the mouth, and slowly encircling a tongue over the tip. He was entranced with that tongue, never knowing its uses other than insulting him with malevolent sarcasm. This served as a better use.

Another gasp was created as the tongue took course south his right nipple and down the creased trail, leading to the need presented proudly between his legs. One of the man’s hands slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Harry was very glad that he had chosen to wear muggle clothing today, otherwise the dealings of his school robes would serve as more of a challenge. His mind was soon scraped of all thoughts as his pants were quickly pulled down and off and the tongue finding the slit of his erection. He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth as he all but screamed from surprise.

Delicious heat covered his arousal, running down the length and twirling a masterful tongue around the girth of his cock. He groaned into the back of his hand as the slowly bobbing of Snape’s head –his face hidden by the dark locks- slowly gathered pace. Harry arched, trying to thrust his hips upwards, but being restrained by two strong hands. He whimpered as the mouth left his erection and pursued his lips, allowing him a taste of his own pre-cum. The salty, bitter taste was thrusted into his mouth, along with the man’s tongue.

Harry felt one of the man’s hands spread his legs, feeling the hand ghost over his rejected erection. He moaned into the man’s mouth. He whimpered as the weight was relieved from above when Snape left him, taking a few moments –which Harry considered the longest minutes he had ever gone through- to look for a form of lubrication. Harry, in this time, felt the slow ease of realization where they were and what exactly they were doing. Before he could question it further, the weight was back over him and the sound of a bottle opening and being poured gathered into his pounding ears. He new he must be blushing, since Snape smirked down at him as he slowly slid his hand in the crevice of Harry’s cheeks.

Harry let out a shocked gasp as a lubricated finger circled his entrance, causing a chill to run the length of his spine when it slowly pressed upon the tightly held gathering of skin. Harry watched Snape wide eyed as the finger penetrated him, causing an odd sensation of being filled cause yet another gasp. The burning was another feeling he had as the finger slow continued down, filling him further. It was a very odd sensation. A burning that Harry would have never thought to somehow feel pleasuring until an area of nerves were pressed and his gasp was no longer of complete shock but of pleasure that sent his fingertips and toes to curl in response.

“P-professor? W-what was that?”

“You can call me Severus since I have my finger knuckle deep in your arse. And to answer your question, that was your prostate.” He smirked down at Harry, watching the surprise play out over boy’s face.

Harry felt the blush return full power as the man’s comment registered in his mind, somehow making him harder. The man’s voice was low, husky even and as sexy as ever. Harry found himself completely in love with that same voice that had mocked him in earlier years. His thoughts however were stopped as another finger was added, stretching him and preparing him. He let out a low groan as yet another finger was added, feeling as though he couldn’t possibly take any more. Harry suddenly wanted to see the man’s body, feeling it unfair if he was the only one naked.

Severus felt differently as he removed his fingers from inside the boy and simply pulled his overly big erection from his trousers. He carefully prepared it, hissing as the sensitive skin responded to his careful touch. He brought the blunt head to the entrance between the boy’s cheeks, making one of Harry’s legs rest over his shoulder as he slowly pushed past the tight ring of skin.

“Sev…ah!” Harry closed his eyes tightly as the blunt head continued passed his entrance, tearing him open and sending pain to throb in his nether regions. He let tears slowly stream from his eyes as his neck arched, trying to accommodate for the body-crushing pain.

“Shh…relax, Harry.” The voice was soothing against Harry’s ears. He was pulled into a slow, tender kiss as Severus continued past the ring and slowly imbedded himself into Harry. The impossible tightness was soon relaxed as Harry slowly gave into Severus’ demand for relaxation. He held back the thoughts of pain, letting the tears fall from his eyes.

“…hurts.” Harry said softly, as he tried to get used to the burning pain that hadn’t yet ceased.

“The pain will go away soon, Harry. Just be patient,” Severus waited until the boy had time to breathe before thrusting shallowly into the tight channel, hissing as the pleasure was overpowering any of his thoughts. The restraint of simply pounding into the boy was muscle shaking.

Harry opened his mouth in a silent cry, his fingernails diving into the palms of his hands. He quickly grabbed the sides of the couch, looking for something to hold as another shallow thrust was made into him, making him once more cry out in pain. He was thankful that Severus was stopping in between thrusts to allow Harry time to get used to the pain. As promised, the pain was numbing and his relaxation coming easier as the man took another thrust.

Harry gasped loudly as his prostate was thrusted against. Pleasure mixed with pain, casing a delicious sensation to pleasure the tendons in his body and send him arching into the man’s body, looking to impale him further into the pleasure. Severus complied with Harry’s wishes, pulling out more and thrusting deep inside, touch the prostate once more, angling himself to hit the bundle with each thrust.

Harry breathed deeply as Severus continued to thrust into him. They body groaned as the pace slowly increased, the sound of moans and groans echoed off the walls. Severus grabbed Harry’s erection, slowly pumping it in time with his thrusts, feeling the boy get closer to his climax.

Harry could all but scream as his climax hit him with a splash of pleasure, sending his seed to soil between their bodies. He was thrusted into a few times before Severus met the same fate, and screamed out Harry’s name. Harry felt the hot seed fill deep inside him, coating his walls and relieving some of the burn.

Severus turned, grabbing his wand from his pocket and casting a simple cleaning spell before tucking himself back in and rising from the couch. Harry had his eyes closed as he breathed deeply.

“Can you stand?”

Harry moved to stand, but found that his legs were weak, so he lay back on the couch. He felt arms come around his waist and pulled up, carried in strong arms as they walked down the hall and up the stairs. How the man could have strength enough to hold him after what just occurred, he’ll never know. He felt his back lowered over a bed and the soft shift of covers that warmed his body on touch. He heard a ruffle of clothing, and opened his eyes just to see a flash of skin before Severus climbed into the bed with him.

Nothing was said. No sounds were heard other than their slowly calming breathing. Neither one made a move for contact, just laid open-eyed at the ceiling.

Oh good; he’s regretting what he just did, Harry though with a slight sigh.

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Next Chapter: “You were the one who kissed me!” Harry was steaming from the ears, he knew it. He couldn’t hold the anger that was squeezing him on the inside as he paced the room.

“I know I was the one whom kissed you, Mister Potter. I am the adult and your teacher. As I have made a mistake, I must correct it. This cannot continue.” Severus stood near the mantel above the fire, his face indifferent and his hands fisting at his sides. “I have already done enough to regret for the rest of my life.”

“So we are back to that, are we, Professor Snape? I can’t believe I would trust you. You really are a cruel bastard!” Harry turned his face completely red with rage.

“Yes, Mister Potter, and this cruel bastard is going to put a stop to this childish behavior.”

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