Polyjuice Passion

Title: Polyjuice Passion
Author: Rally
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Snape, Harry/Draco implied
Category: Romance, I suppose.
Disclamer: These characters do not belong to me. I\'m only borrowing them fome ome harmless fun.
Summary: Written for the SSFF. Response to Scenario #73: McGonagall complains that Snape is fucking a student/other member of staff, but it turns out the student/other member of staff used a polyjuice potion to make their lover into Snape. Snape is curious...


\"Come on, just drink it.\"
\"Blech. It\'s got some of Snape\'s hair in it.\"
\"Look, you were the one who said this was ok. Don\'t fucking chicken out now.\"
\"Fuck, lay off. I\'ll drink the bloody thing.\"


Minerva McGonagall was in an unpleasant mood. A very unpleasant mood. Murderous, some might even say. She marched straight to Snape\'s dungeons, and knocked hard on the door. \"Enter.\" called Snape. She shoved open the door and barged right into Snape\'s office, a venomous look blazing in her eyes. \"Severus.\" Snape looked at her dryly, apparently missing the look, or simply choosing to ignore it. \"How very astute. Yes, that is my name. I suppose you can keep your firstborn after all.\" McGonagall didn\'t even twitch. \"Severus.\" she repeated. \"I\'ve never particularly cared for you-I suppose I\'ve made that clear often enough. But this-this, is something I thought even you were not capable of.\" Snape just looked at her. \"I find that I usually far exceed people\'s expectations.\" \"I\'m here trying to talk to you about something extremely serious, and all you can do is make snarky comments! I should have expected as much.\" \"Minerva, what exactly is the problem here? You\'ve come into my office, without permission, might I add, accusing me of--something, and now you\'re just ranting. Now, if you have an actual point, I might be interested in listening. But otherwise, I have tests to grade, including the Potter boy\'s. Ah, what satisfaction I will take in marking \'FAILED\' on that paper.\" At the mention of Harry, McGonagall bristled even further. She took a deep breath, in order to keep herself from wrapping her hands around the Potions Master\'s neck. \"Report to the Headmaster\'s Office tomorrow, immediately after lessons are concluded for the day. Finally, I\'ve caught you doing something that will get you fired. You\'ll regret this, Severus.\" And with that, Minerva McGonagall flounced out of the dungeons, slamming the door behind her. Snape merely shook his head, then went back to grading papers.

The next day passed fairly uneventfully, the usual idiotic mistakes from Longbottom, the usually bickering and removal of points with Potter. Though...there was something off about the boy today-as though his mind weren\'t entirely on the lesson. Not that he wasn\'t paying attention; he had actually begun to show some promise in the subject. No, he wasn\'t entirely focused on their usual fighting. He seemed to be more amused than angry over the comments, and Snape even thought he caught a gleam in his eye at one point. Something was up, that was for sure. And now that he thought about it, it probably had something to do with what was going to happen this afternoon. Not that Snape was worried. Not in the least. Simply...apprehensive. What on Earth could he have done to irritate McGonagall so? Yes, he had been harsher on the Gryffindors lately, but that was to be expected, it was the beginning of their seventh year. Foolish woman. He\'d talk to Dumbledore and straighten this all out. Whatever it was.

Snape took a deep breath, then muttered \'Lemon Drops\' under his breath. He strode into the Headmaster\'s office, and stood near the doorway. \"You wanted to see me, Albus?\" Dumbledore did not smile. Something was definitely up. Dumbledore was always pleasant, unless one of his students had been threatened...oh god, that was it. They thought he had abused a student or something. Well, perhaps verbal abuse in some cases, but really, wasn\'t every professor guilty of that at one point or another? He wondered who had complained about him. Bet it was that sniveling Longbottom, he thought. \"This is very serious, Severus. Please pay attention.\" Snape turned his attention back to the Headmaster, wondering why he was feeling like a student caught filching food from the kitchens. \"Professor McGonagall has brought to my attention a very serious allegation. She claims she saw you seducing a student in a back hallway. I hope you realize how serious this allegation is. True, you are a long time staff person, as well as one of my friends. But that does not mean you are above the rules. However, you are not to be condemned merely on one person\'s story. I would like to hear what you have to say.\" Dumbledore fell silent and looked at Severus. \"I-I must say, I\'m speechless. My students do not interest me in the slightest, save for their abominable test scores. To think that I would do-something like this-it\'s simply absurd. As you say, I have been a staff member for many years, and have a spotless record. Perhaps someone was using some sort of charm or spell. I also believe Polyjuice Potion would achieve the same end. I suggest you question the student, and find out what exactly went on.\" Dumbledore nodded. \"That would be a wise course of action. Thank you, Severus. I will keep you informed of the proceedings.\" Snape stood. \"Then...you do not wish to tell me the name of the student?\" Dumbledore shook his head. \"That would be unethical of me. Rest assured, I will make sure you are told everything as it becomes necessary for you to know. Forgive me for my harsh treatment of you, but this is a serious matter. Though you have provided this school with years of dedicated service, no one is above the rules,\" he repeated. \"I will keep you apprised as more information becomes apparent. Snape nodded, and left the Headmaster\'s office. He headed straight for his bedroom, intent upon clearing all of this from his head with some Bach and a glass of good scotch.
A few weeks went by, and Snape had nearly forgotten the incident entirely. There was only one thing that kept bothering him. The identity of the student. Who would want to have their lover look like himself? The very idea was absurd. He couldn\'t think of a single female student who had ever dropped any kind of hint that she found him desirable. Snape sighed. He simply did not have enough evidence to begin eliminating students. He would have to wait until Dumbledore felt it prudent to tell him.

Later that week, Snape received another summons to Dumbledore\'s office. He left the pile of quizzes on his desk, and walked briskly up to Dumbledore\'s office. He said the password, and entered the office. Fawkes gave him a suspicious look, and turned around on his perch, so that he was facing away from the Potions Master. Dumbledore smiled slightly, and bade Snape take a seat. \"Thank you for coming, Severus. I believe you know why I called you here.\" Snape nodded, then looked at Dumbledore. \"Yes, well, I just wanted to let you know that the matter has been taken care of. You have been cleared of any wrongdoing. I apologize on behalf of myself and Professor McGonagall. Thank you for taking this matter in stride.\" Snape knew a dismissal when he heard one. \"Yes, thank you Albus. Are you sure you do not want to tell me?\" Dumbledore knew what he meant, and nodded. Fawkes ruffled his feathers and turned back around to face Snape. At the bird\'s glaring, the Potions Master made his exit.

On his walk back to the dungeons, Snape once again pondered who the student might have been. He usually didn\'t spend much time thinking about trivial things like this, but when it directly involved him... Again, without any other information, Snape was pretty much where he had begun. However, there was something significant in Dumbledore not telling him. If it had simply some random student that he rarely interacted with, there probably wouldn\'t have been this much secrecy surrounding the incident. He probably would have been told eventually. But not being told at all? That probably meant that he knew the student well. The Granger girl? No, she wasn\'t the type-books were all she loved, along with that skinny Weasley brat. Lavender or Parvati? No, they both hated him. Snape was getting frustrated. He hated feeling that way.

Ahen hen something occurred to him that he had not even considered before.

What if it was a boy?

Snape sat down. Why hadn\'t thought of that before? Because he knew that he hadn\'t wanted it to be a boy. Because if it had been, he knew who his thoughts would automatically turn to. That frustrating, irritating, irresponsible...wonderfully beautiful, enthralling...Harry Potter. But of course, that was too much to hope for. Or was it? Snape leaned back in his chair. That would explain all the secrecy around who it was. And that would explain why McGonagall had been as extremely furious as she was. Sexual harassment was a big deal to her, but when it was one of her precious Gryffindors...Snape doubted she would bat an eye if it had been a Slytherin. She would have been concerned, of course, but to be that angry? The more Snape thought about it, the more he thought he was right. And hoped he was right, as well...

Later that evening, Snape finally finished correcting papers. He eased out of his chair, and stood up to stretch, as well as refill his glass. There was a tentative knock at the door. \"Come,\" he called. All of the Ravenclaw papers he had been grading had put him in a somewhat better mood, and would not be outright hostile to the visitor.

Unless of course, that visitor was Harry Potter. Which, naturally, it was. Snape straightened up immediately, and felt a twinge in his back. That\'s gonna hurt tomorrow. \"Um...Professor? Is it all right if I come in?\" \"Since you\'re already inside the room, I\'d say that\'s a moot point, wouldn\'t you?\" Harry nodded, and moved further into the room. \"If I may be so bold to ask, Mr. Potter, why are you here? Your classes are done, the N.E.W.Ts are over. You are free next week. I thought you would have wanted to avoid me like the plague.\" Harry gulped, and looked around the room. \"Actually...there\'s something I wanted to talk to you about. And...you might want to sit down for it, sir.\" Snape sat, his heart beating a million miles an hour. Harry pulled up a chair next to him. \"I assume you know about the incident with the student in the hallway, and presumably, yourself?\" \"I can assure you, Mr. Potter, that was not me.\" Harry nodded. \"I know. Because it was Draco, Professor Snape. And I was the other party.\"

Snape reeled as if he had been struck, but the only outward sign was his sharp intake of breath. \"I...see.\" Harry spoke again. \"I know this is really awkward, but Draco told me I should come talk to you before we left. I think our relationship\'s pretty much over. We had something wonderful together, and I\'ll miss it. We parted amicably, and I think we\'ll always be friends. But I think he knew all along, with everything that I was suggesting that had to do with you...\" Snape exhaled. \"So...you\'re saying-what? That you\'re in love with me? That you want a one-night stand? Because I\'m not interested in that, Mr. Potter.\" Harry looked hurt. \"I don\'t want a one-night stand, Severus.\" Snape felt himself shiver when Harry said his name. \"That\'s what you say now, but when the morning after comes, you\'ll be off in Hogsmeade with your friends, talking about Quidditch or some other such nonsense. I know what teenagers are like, Mr. Potter. I was one, some time ago. Quite a long time ago, in fact.\" \"So now you\'re trying to pull the \'I\'m-too-old-for-you\' trick. I don\'t think you\'re too old for me, and my opinion is all that matters. I don\'t care what my friends think. And I don\'t want a one-night stand. I want you to be with me for much more than a single night. Forever, I think.\" Harry reached over and took Snape\'s hand in his. \"Please, Severus. I\'ve never wanted anyone more than I want you now. I\'m not trying to use you, or anything like that. I want you. Plain and simple. For however long you want. It\'ll be on your terms. But I want it to be \'til I die. I love you, Severus.\" Snape sat back in his chair, his expression unreadable.

Harry moved closer, and caressed Snape\'s neck. \"I know you want me. I\'ve seen how you look at me in class. Please, just open up to me. You\'re so beautiful. I want to see how you look in bed, how we look together.\" Harry leaned over, and kissed Snape, hard on the lips. Snape tensed for a moment, then relaxed slowly, and leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth as Harry thrust his tongue inside. They kissed for a long moment, simply exploring each other\'s mouths. Finally Snape broke away. He stood up, and silently led Harry over to his bedchambers.

Harry pounced on him as soon as they were inside and the door was locked. He pushed Snape down onto the bed, and wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him heatedly. Snape fumbled at the ties of Harry\'s robes, clumsily trying to untie the small strings. Harry calmly untied them, batting the older man\'s hands away. His robes slid off easily, and he began to slowly undress the Potions Master.

Snape was in ecstasy. His most private longing had come true. He had Harry Potter in his bedroom, undressing him and kissing him feverishly. He thought he might pass out, the sensation was so great. Harry\'s hands drifted down to his belt, and deftly pulled the object off in one smooth motion. His eyes twinkled wickedly. \"We\'ll have to use this later, eh?\" Snape moaned a response, \"Not...this time...I want it...to be...just the two of us...nothing else.\" Harry sobered up immediately. \"I understand.\" He slowly tugged Snape\'s pants off, and tossed them into the growing pile of clothes that already held his shirt and robes. Finally, after what seemed an unbearable amount of time, both of them were fully undressed. Harry pushed Severus lightly back onto the bed. His tongue traced a path over Snape\'s neck and chest, and moved intolerably slowly down his torso. He slowly ran his nails up and down the older man\'s shaft, lightly teasing him. Snape moaned, and arched into Harry\'s hand. He lazily trailed his hand over the organ, taking his time. He slowly leaned over, and licked just the tip, one swift, deft motion.

Snape nearly came right there. But, being older and more experienced (naturally), he managed to keep himself in check. Instead, he simply thrust his hips up towards Harry\'s mouth. The Boy Who Lived simply smiled, and took his cue.

Slowly, inch by inch, Snape felt his hardness being engulfed in hot wetness. Harry did not move for a minute, just prolonged the sensation. Then he began to slowly move up and down, teasing the head with his tongue whenever he came up. He continued his ministrations for about 5 minutes, until he felt Snape getting too close. He lifted off, and Snape moaned in disappointment. Harry chuckled, and removed his glasses. Snape reached up, and touched his face. \"You\'re so beautiful...\" He traced his fingers lightly over Harry\'s scar. \"So tragic...\" Harry took the older man\'s hand in his. \"I\'ve dreamed of this moment for so long. Being here with you, in your bed.\" Snape chuckled. \"Surely not since first year!\" Harry laughed also. \"No, more like fifth. For awhile, I was confused.\" He gripped Snape\'s hand more tightly. \"Then I figured everything out, and it made sense. I needed you. That was all I wanted.\" Snape reached up and kissed Harry softly on the mouth. Harry responded more forcefully, kissing back hard, and moving his hand downward.

Snape moaned when he felt Harry\'s fingers enter him, probing and exploring. They seemed to be everywhere at once, filling him, and yet leaving him empty at the same time. After a few moments, Snape had the coherence of mind to hand Harry a small jar from the nightstand. Harry unscrewed it, and dipped his fingers in it, and returned to his earlier ministrations, sliding in and out more easily. He slipped in a third finger, then a fourth. Once Harry was sure he was ready, he removed all of his fingers, and applied some of the lube to his cock. He parted Snape\'s legs carefully, and waited a moment, poised at his entrance. \"Are you...are you sure you\'re all right with this?\" Snape nearly shouted, \"If you don\'t fuck me right now, I shall assure that you fail your Potions N.E.W.T., grading deadlines be dammed.\" Harry chuckled, \"I guess that answers my question.\"

He slid in slowly, carefully, as if trying not to hurt the older man. Snape laughed harshly. \"Potter, I\'m not some pink-cheeked virgin. We can speed this up a bit.\" \"Well, as long as you don\'t mind...\" \"Potter, what do I have to do to get you to fuck me?\" Harry grinned, and began moving more quickly. \"Not a thing, sir. Not a thing.\"

Minutes turned into hours. Snape was lost in a fog, his whole body enveloped in sensation, everything focused on what Harry was doing. He couldn\'t see, he couldn\'t hear, he couldn\'t smell. All he could do was feel. Harry was writhing on top of him, their limbs entwined in a primal dance, sensation coursing through their bodies. After what seemed like days, eternally long, wonderfully pleasurable days, Snape began to tense, feeling his release just moments away. In response, Harry sped up, also ready for release.

They came together, Snape arching up to meet Harry\'s mouth, a wonderfully smoldering kiss as they felt waves of pleasure wash through them. Snape collapsed underneath Harry as the final shudder passed through him. Harry thrust into him once more, then fell over Snape, panting hard. \"You took me for quite a ride, old man.\" Snape gave him one of his famous glares. \"Note that I took you for the ride, not the other way around.\" Harry leaned over and kissed him again, withdrawing and falling back onto the bed. They lay together for a moment, both catching their breath. \"So, do I pass my N.E.W.T. after all, sir?\" \"You pass with flying colors, Potter.\"