Once in a Blue Moon

Disclaimer: NOT MINE DON\"T SUE

AN In process of fixing. Bare with me.

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School started in one week. After much complaining from Draco about how “You never do anything fun!” and “You’re such

a crotchety old man.” and…well, lets just say, it ended up with the three occupants of Snape’s quarters being horribly smashed, and

playing a rather interesting game of Truth Or Dare.

“Harry? Truth or…Dare?” The blonde slurred.

“Erm…Dar…Truth?”

“Cheat! You were gonna say dare! You can’t change it!”

“Can too!”

“No! Sev, tell him!”

“The dare stands.” Severus said with a bemused smile.

“Ha! I dare you…to…kiss Severus.” He said excitedly, giggling at the looks shot at him by the two others. How he loved to torture

people with their own torrid little emotions.

“But….he’s my TEACHER…and…um…”

Draco crossed his arms.

“Don’t make me tickle you Potter.”

“Draco, perhaps this dare is a little too-” Severus started.

“With TONGUE!” Draco added, shooting Severus a look.

“But I’ve nev….”He trailed off, blushing.

“Never what? Is Harry bloody Potter a virgin?” Harry snorted.

“Fuck, no.”

“So what? The scores of people you’ve fucked never KISSED you?”

“Not...real...um…not that I count, no.”

‘And who better for your first real kiss, then your first adult friend.” He nodded to emphasize his point.

Harry sighed. And shuffled reluctantly closer to Severus, not meeting his eyes.

“Fine.” he said and abruptly pressed his lips to Severus’.

Snape blinked, shocked, and when Harry’s tongue snaked out, requesting entrance to his own mouth, he parted his lips willingly.

The Potion Master’s tongue joined Harry’s and he explored his mouth with fervour.

“Um…..” Draco blinked, as the two brunettes went at it. Severus’ hands twinned into Harry’s hair and he pulled him closer, while the

Boy Who Lived slipped his hands under Snape’s shirt to caress the soft skin underneath.

“Jez1 I said kiss! Not hop into the sack in front of me!” Draco cried, covering his eyes and making rather humorous faces.

Harry pulled away sheepishly, running a hand through his hair, while Severus adjusted his clothing, looking slightly ashamed.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Harry burst out laughing.

Severus and Draco joined in all chuckling amusedly, and not fully grasping the situation.

Giggle “Snape.giggle Truth or Dare?”

“TRUTH.” He said firmly.

“…Why do you not like me?” Harry asked, suddenly getting serious.

“…I-”

“WAIT! This is Wizarding Truth or Dare. You’re not playing fair! You have to take a truth serum! In case you LIE!”

“I don’t need to-”

“Yes!” Draco cried, nearly in hysterics. “You HAVE to!”

“No I do n-”

“Get him!” Draco cried to Harry, rushing off to find a truth serum, while Harry tackled his Professor.

“Potter! Get off!” Severus insisted, trying to glare but not managing to keep a straight face.

“But Draco said to stay on.” The Boy Who Lived said in a conspirator whisper.

“Well I say get off!” He growled, and remembered Draco’s comment about the boy being ticklish and took

full advantage of it.

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When Draco returned, Harry was screaming bloody murder, tears streaming down his face from laughing so hard. He was

struggling between pushing the older man off him, and doubling over in giggles. Draco heroically tackled his Godfather and forced

the potion down his throat, nearly choking him as he did so.

Everyone sorted them selves out again, minus the odd giggle from Harry.

“Why don’t you like me?” Harry repeated, looking Severus boldly in the eye.

“I…don’t…” Severus tried to fight the curse with all might, even though he knew it was hopeless.

“I…LIKE you!”

Draco and Harry looked at Severus in surprise.

“But…But all these years…you…What do you mean you like me?”

Still under the effect of the potion, Severus bit his lip. OH GOD NO! Why did it have to be in the form of a QUESTION?

“I….mean…I like you. Like you as in…As in I want to shag you, and kiss you and love you forever!”

OH FUCK.

Harry blinked, unsure of what to say.

“Er…I…”

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Reasons I like Potter

15. I seem to have admitted it while under a truth serum. Note to self: KILL DRACO

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“I…um…” Harry stammered, blushing and busying himself in his drink. Draco giggled slightly, stealthy slipping

something that looked remarkably similar to a potions vial underneath the couch.

“I …I’m sorry but, I don’t return you feelings.” Harry said calmly…or at least…that is what he meant to say. What slipped

out of his mouth was actually, “Ilikeyoutoo!” His eyes grew wide and he clamped his hands over his mouth, in horror.

“What?” Severus asked shocked.

“I like you too!” The words forced their way out of his mouth yet again, much to the gryffindor’s dismay.

“No, that’s not what I…I wasn’t supposed to say that!” Draco burst out laughing, rolling around on the floor.

“YOU.” Harry said in a low, evil sounding voice, before tackling the blonde.

“OW! You pulled my hair! You bitch!” Draco cried, kneeing Harry in the stomach and clawing at his face with manicured nails

\"Slut!” Harry cried, as fists, knees, feet, nails, and even teeth were flying through the air, slashing at one another.

“Half-bred!”

“Pureblood!

“Ponce!”

“Hypocrite!”

“…In love with a teacher!”

“I am n- ahh! I hate you!”

“Oh no, my world is askew.” Draco put a hand to his forehead and sniffled.

“Fuck you!”

“You fuck Severus…or the other way round.”

“STOP IT!” Snape cried, prying the two boys apart.

“He started it!” Draco insisted, struggling to break free of his godfather’s grasp and smack the Boy Who Lived.

“I did NOT! You drugged me!”

“Truth is beauty.” Malfoy said in a syrupy voice.

“Asshole.”

“Do I have to separate you two?” Severus growled.

“No.” Harry hung his head.

“Insendio.” Draco muttered with a smirk, as the couch, and for the time being, Harry’s bed, burst into flame.

“DRACO!”

“…It was an accident!”

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Harry clamoured awkwardly into Severus’ bed, partially because of the alcohol and partially because of his

nervousness. Severus was in the Master bathroom, getting changed. Harry carefully arranged himself as close to the

edge of the bed as he could.

xx In the Bathroom xx

Severus’ hands gripped the counter top so hard his knuckles were white. (An. Er…whiter than usual.)

He looked into his blood shot eyes in the mirror. Why did I tell him he could sleep with me? He thought, wanting

to dash his brains out. Damn him. I am going to slice Draco into little pieces and feed him to a hippogriff!

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Harry looked up as Severus exited the bathroom, still managing to throw of that “I’ve killed before and I’ll do it again”

look, even when he was shit faced. He got into the bed, lying perfectly flat on his back, hands folded neatly on his chest, and

starring at the ceiling.

“…Night.” He said stiffly, waving his wand and throwing the room into darkness.

“G’night.”

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Harry was floating absently somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. He was vaguely aware of a body next to him,

and the warmth it threw off. He snuggled closer to the warmth, draping his arm across its chest and rest his head overtop of the

steady heartbeat. He was fairly certain it had to be a male body, flat chested and all. He sighed contently, inhaling the body’s sweet

scent. He felt the man tangle a hand in his hair, running his fingers through lazily and pulling him closer. Harry mumbled something

incoherent, and felt a soft kiss pressed to the top of his head.

“Go to sleep.” The man said sleepily.

Harry smiled softly, snuggling into his chest and falling into a peaceful sleep.

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Severus awoke feeling extremely content. He lay there with his eyes closed a moment, enjoying the rising and falling of the

body draped over him.

Wait a minute…body?

He opened his eyes, yawning, and saw Potter snuggled up to him, and his own traitorous arms wrapped around the boy! He carefully

untangled his hands, but was afraid to move Potter for fear of waking him. He lay there, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about

whom it was pressed up against him.

Despite his best efforts, he found himself getting hard at the thought of Potter being his bed, right there, pressed up against hi-

STOP IT! He is a teenaged boy! Your student! A sexually abused student! You’re no better than those perverts who raped him!

But try as he might, his raging erection demanded attention, and refused to leave until it got it. Cautiously he shifted Harry a little so

he could reach his hands down under the covers. He slipped his hand into his pants and gripped his hard on tightly. He hissed silently,

looking at the Gryffindor.

Oh Merlin.

He stroked himself languorously, looking at the BWL lived and imagining that it was his hands doing this to him. He bit his lip

to keep from moaning at the thought. Harry groaned slightly in his sleep and snuggled his head into his chest.

Damn you Potter. Stop…touching me.

He took a shaky breath a quickened his pace.

However, it was then, just as he came with a soft cry of Harry on his lips that the object of Snape’s desire woke up.

“Severus?”

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Harry blinked, yawning softly and looking at Severus with a rather blissful smile.

“Don’t let the pickles jump. They‘re just babies!” He instructed sleepily, before laying his head back down on his chest and

fall almost instantly asleep.

Severus stared blankly for a moment, confused. Carefully he slid his hand out from under the covers and wiped the sticky

mess off on the sheets to be taken care of latter. Harry stirred yet again, his hands coming dangerously close to his crotch. Severus

carefully resituated the arm up on his chest, pulling the boy close. He smiled unconsciously. Damn it all if Potter wasn’t growing on

him. He tangled a hand into Harry’s unruly hair, and pressed a kiss to the boy’s forehead. He trailed a finger along the famous scar,

trying to decide what would be the best course of action. Truth be told, he could finally admit he had feelings for the boy, despite his

faults. In any other circumstances, Severus would now make his intentions known, and sweep him off his feet; but given the

circumstances,he didn’t think that would be entirely appropriate, nor was the child ready for it. He needed to be eased into any sort of

romantic encounters;

Severus would have to earn the boy’s trust, and show him that love was not about violence and pain. Even if Harry did not want him

(although, he HAD said he liked him just last night), he deserved to be shown the love he was worthy of.

The Potions Master nodded. Yes, he would befriend Potter, earn his trust and slowly ease him into a loving relationship.

He smiled, pulling Harry close and closing his eyes.

“Sleep well, Harry.”

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Harry groaned, easing his eyes open a crack. He winced, snapping them shut again. He pulled himself out of his

professor’s grasp, rubbing his temples and trying to remember how he’d wound up in bed with him. Had they…?

“Harry?”

“Not so loud.” Harry muttered, easing his eyes open slightly.

“How are you feeling?” The Potions Master asked, keeping his voice down.

‘I think I have a hangov-” He stopped mid word, clutching his stomach.

“Toilet?” He urged.

Severus pointed him in the right direction to his private bathroom, and Harry dashed into the room. The door had barely shut

when the sound of retching was heard. Severus smiled softly; the boy couldn’t handle his alcohol. He shuffled over to his

private potions cupboard and pulled out several vials of hangover potion to give to the boys with their breakfast. Speaking

of which, he headed into the kitchen to make some food for his boys. After spelling the frying pan to keep the eggs and bacon

from burning, he decided to check on his godson. Opening the door a crack he was not surprised to find Draco in a most

undignified position, mouth-hanging open, snoring softly. With a wave of his wand, the blind snapped open and harsh

sunlight filled the room, despite the fact that they were in the dungeons. Draco groaned, pulling the pillow over his head.

“Accio pillow.”

“Greasy old wanker.” Malfoy moaned, squinting up at his godfather. “What are you doing waking me up at such an ungodly

hour as-” He glanced at the side table clock,

“-one fourteen in the afternoon.”

“Breakfast is in five minutes.” Severus said simply, and tried not to show his amusement at Draco’s giddy smile, as he hopped

out of bed and rushed to get dressed.

Severus returned to the kitchen and arranged the breakfast carefully. Just as he was poring the hangover potions

into the coffees both boys emerged, like polar opposites. Draco was dressed, groomed and beaming, while Potter seemed to

be dead on his feet, and was looking anxiously at the food, with a look about him that gave the impression that he could throw

up again at any moment. Instead, he picked up the coffee and nursed it sullenly. Draco meanwhile skewered his egg so that his

plate was slowly flooded with oozing yellow yolk. Harry looked at the egg, just as an oozing air bubble popped.

“Oh god.” His hand flew to his mouth and he rushed off to the bathroom.

Draco smirked, shovelling his messy breakfast into his mouth.

“What’s his problem?”

Severus grinned, taking a sip of his coffee.

“First hangover.”

“Our little boy is growing up.”

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