These Holiday Treats

The Challenge was: Bertie Bott\'s Valentine\'s Edition Candy Hearts...Flash your true love\'s thoughts on their surface. Have \"A\" give their true love \"B\" a box of these, or come up with another creative way for their true love to find these heart shaped candies.

Sadly, I took the idea and ran away with it…far far away…then played peek-a-boo with Voldemort in a field of daisies…umm….

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own anything you recognize.
The prologue is only there to set up Harry’s emotions before the story begins, it really isn’t that important.
Please Review, and I’ll love you forever.
OH yeah and i put the messages that are supposedly supposed to be on the hearts in between little ~~ so don\'t get confused!!

Prologue:

It was in the summer before Harry Potter’s 7th year that the Final Battle between The Order and the Death Eaters took place.

The battle only lasted a week, but many things happened in that short amount of time:

In sending a messing to Harry, his faithful owl, Hedwig had died.

Young Crabbe and Goyle, in trying to get on Voldemort’s good side, turned in Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy as spy’s for the side of the light. Unfortunately for the young boys Voldemort murdered their fathers saying that Death Eaters should not teach their children to go around flapping their mouths; Karma was a bitch.

Sirius was found alive during the second day of the battle only to be killed three days later trying to save Remus, who died anyways.

Percy Weasely realized the Ministry was full of imbeciles and tried to fight for the side of the light; unfortunately he was not very quick on the battle field and was killed by a stray curse. No one knew were it came from, but rumors said that it was friendly fire.

Speaking of fire, everything was on fire. So besides fighting Death Eaters many Order Members and others were desperately trying to save what was left of Hogesmead.

On the final day of the Final Battle Harry was battling two Death Eaters on top of a burning building. When Hagrid saw Harry he jumped on the roof to help, but the roof was too unstable and collapsed.

Harry tumbled to the ground and landed at the feet of Voldemort.

Voldemort looked around himself, smirking at the destruction. Then turning to Harry he laughed, “Stupid Boy! Can’t do anything right!”

Harry screamed and with a serge of energy and a loud pop a bright light shone from Harry’s wand and he exterminated Voldemort.

Snape stared at Harry with bewilderment. He knew that the boy was “destined” to do it, but to actually do it, was amazing. He wanted to hug the boy and ask him if he was all right, but instead he settled for a slight nod of the head.

Harry didn’t mind, he was pleased by the acknowledging nod, he had a severe crush on Snape, and any non-negative communication with him was an achievement in Harry’s mind.

Cheers rang in both Severus’ and Harry’s ears; they both looked around. Many people, including badly injured, and even those which were half dead were cheering; Voldemort was dead.

As Harry let it all sink in he realized it was over- he had finally killed Voldemort.
The battle had left him shocked, devastated and tiered. But more than anything it left him clueless. How was he supposed to know what to do? He always had done what others expected and wanted him to do and now-he was free.

The Story:

Loud banging and explosions caused a black kitten to scream, she should have been used to it; she was living next door to the Weasely Twin’s Experiment and Supply House. The kitten settled back down, but not to long afterwards someone shouting “They’re done!” caused her to jump again. The kitten growled and went off to find another place to sleep.

“These Valentine …” One twin started.

“…treats are…..” Supplied the other.

“EXCELLENT!” Fred and George shouted together as they looked at their perfected valentine hearts shaped candies. It was a project that they had been working on since late august and now two days before Valentines they were finally done.

The Weasely family had received half of the money embezzled by Fudge and Malfoy, after the defeat of Voldemort, enough for Molly and Arthur to fully support (financially and morally) their son’s unusual business endeavors. Fred and George bought out Bertie Bott’s, though they kept the name, and used it the name to market anything edible.

Fred and George grinned as they grabbed some floo powder and tossed it into their fire shouting “Hogwart’s Infirmary”; they knew their youngest brother Ron would be there as he was suffering from Wizards Flu.

“It’s kind of sweet. But maybe too sweet, you know.” George said as they entered the infirmary.

“What do you mean?” Fred inquired.

“I mean. We aren’t known for this kind of-lovey-dovey-stuff! We are pranksters! Jokesters! This could tarnish our reputation!”

“It’s not like we’re actually going to sell them- not this year anyway. They are just something sweet for our friends and family.” George patted his worried brother on the back.

“Fred! George!” Ron shouted.

“Hey Little Bro.” Fred said, smirking as he recalled how is brother ended up in his present situation. Ron had been dragged into, by Seamus, a game of seven minutes of heaven Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Hermione and Harry refused to play, Harry because he was gay and didn’t want the Slytherins to stick him with a girl and Hermione because she refused to kiss anyone but her boyfriend Ron (obviously she was furious that Ron still decided to play). Ron ended up kissing (actually only pecking) Pansy P. before gagging and begging Hermione for forgiveness. Unfortunately the peck was still enough for Pansy to infect Ron with a case of Wizards flu which she had but didn’t know at the time. Hermione was glad she hadn’t forgiven Ron before he had been diagnosed, otherwise she would have gotten it too, and had to miss school!

“Hey guys, what are you doing here?” Ron asked his voice still hoarse from the flu.

“We got a surprise!” They said in unison.

“What?” Ron asked suspiciously.

Just then Harry and Hermione walked in the door.

“Great!” Fred exclaimed, “Now we can explain it to all of you.”

“Explain what exactly” Hermione asked as she sat next to her boyfriend.

“Hey Fred, Hey George.” Harry smiled.

“Hey ‘Arry” Fred smiled back.

“Well Hermione darling,” George said smirking to what he figured would some day be his know-it-all sister-in-law, “we just made the most perfect, excellent…”

“Holiday treat!” Fred finished.

“Oh no!” Hermione groaned. “Ron is already in the infirmary, can’t you guys just leave him alone!”

The twins frowned, “No.” then giggled, “It’s not like that; it shouldn’t hurt him…Physically.”

Hermione looked at the twins inquiringly.

“What is it?” Harry asked.

“Glad you asked Harry my boy!” George grinned.

“Because we brought you one too!”

“In fact…”

“We brought one for you, Ron…”

“Hermione…”

“and Ginny…”

“Brought one WHAT exactly!” Hermione said exasperatedly.

“THIS!” George took out a box of candy.

“Heart candies!” Hermione and Harry exclaimed.

“You’ve been going on and on about heart candies!” Hermione cried.

Fred laughed, “Ah! But these just aren’t…

“Any heart candies.” George finished.

“They are Bertie Bott\'s Valentine\'s Edition Candy Hearts” They announced together.

“Made by yours truly.” Fred smiled

“And yours truly.” George said, pushing his brother aside.

“For you.”

“For Valentines Day.”

“And they will only activate on Valentines Day!”

“Once you give them to your true love of course.”

“Of course.”

“And they will tell your true love…”

“Exactly how you feel about them” They said in unison.

“By flashing tiny words on each individual heart.” Fred added.

“Instructions are on the back.” George winked.

The trio stared at the twins dumbfounded for a moment before Ron spoke up.

“So, let me get this straight.” He gulped. “They will not start working until Valentines Day. But they also won’t work unless they are in the hands of your true love.”

“Correct!” The twins beamed. “Brilliant huh?”

“Well…What if you give it to someone and it turns out that they aren’t your true love?” Ron gulped, knowing perfectly well Hermione knew he was thinking about her.

“Oh.” The twins hadn’t thought about that.

“Don’t worry about that.” George said after a while, “The person will never know that the hearts should have said something, if you don’t tell them.”

Fred nodded in agreement.

Hermione just rolled her eyes.

“Okay well don’t forget to give Ginny hers. We magically inscribed whose is whose. That’s why the FROM part is already filled out,” The boxes had two small places for insertions of names with TO: and FROM: right before them, “So they won’t work for anyone but the person we are giving it to.” Fred warned.

“Yeah well we better go cause we still have to give mum and dad theirs and then see if our girlfriends are our true loves.” George grinned.

That evening Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Harry were eating dinner in the infirmary.

“Well I think it’s a pretty cool idea,” Ginny said excitedly.

“Well I don’t.” Ron said miserably.

“Ron don’t worry! You know I don’t care about stupid things like that! If these stupid candies don’t think we are meant for each other- then fuck them! We don’t need it. I love you Ronald Weasely. And I know you love me, even if you are an arsehole sometime. We don’t need candies to tell us we are supposed to be together.” Hermione shouted.

Ron stared open-mouthed at his girlfriend, chocolate pudding dripping out of his mouth.

“Ron! You look disgusting!” Ginny squealed.

“You haven’t said much about it Harry.” Hermione said calming herself down.

“Oh. Um. Because. I. Um. Yeah.”

“Hmm. Now will you try a complete sentence?” Hermione smiled.

Harry blushed, “I just think this is a bad idea. You have Ron. And Ron has you. And Ginny has Colin. And that’s all good and everything but what about me?”

“Don’t you have a crush on Snape?” Ginny asked nonchalantly.

Ron spat out his pudding, “Snape?!”

“Ronald. Don’t be an idiot,” Hermione sighed, “Ginny’s right though. It’s a perfect opportunity. You can give Snape the candy, you said yourself you don’t have anyone to give them too. Why not Snape?”

“Uh. Because he’d curse me before I’d get a chance to see if he was my true love or not.” Harry blushed.

“You like Snape?” Ron asked.

Harry looked over at his best friend, “Yes.” He silently wondered why he hadn’t told him.

“Wow.” Ron panted, “Wow.” He gasped, “How long.”

“I. Uh. 5th year.”

“5th year!”

“Ron. I’m not dating a parrot.” Hermione interjected.

“Sorry Mione. This is sort of a shock though. I just…I mean. I don’t care Harry but I’m still shocked.

“You. You don’t care?” Harry smiled.

“No. I mean, don’t go telling me what you’d like to do with, er, or to him, or anything like that! But no. I don’t care.” Ron said seriously.


The next morning was Saturday and the first day that Ron had been out of the infirmary in two weeks.

Harry was quietly musing on weather he should give Snape the box of hearts or not, when Ron and Hermione joined him in the Great Hall.

“Hey mate. Thinking about the git?” Ron asked.

Hermione nudged him.

“OW! What? I was just asking.” Ron pouted.

Harry laughed. “Yeah. I was thinking about…the git”

“Harry,” Hermione said softly, “You really should give him the valentine. It would do you good. Be a good ice breaker. Even if it doesn’t tell you he’s your true love.”

“Yeah.” Ron nodded as he stuffed his mouth with eggs.
That evening, the eve before Valentines Day, when most people could be found, split into couples, snogging and snuggling in various corners of the castle Harry Potter was wondering the halls. He had not wanted to be around –Snooky pie-Mione-kins, or lil Pook-ey Ronny-kins. Yuck!

Severus Snape was stalking the halls trying to catch as many ‘lovers’ as possible and take as many house points-even from his own house- as possible. He absolutely hated Valentines Day and had given all of his students plenty of homework hoping that it would stop some of the ‘festivities’. It seems that he was wrong. He had broken up 23 couples so far, 13 which had been inter-house couples, and taken away 1,800 house points. 700 Gryffindor. 450 Ravenclaw. 400 Hufflepuff. And 250 Slytherin. A Slytherin smooching with a Gryffindor! Were his students mad!?! He thought for a moment that he hadn’t been setting a good enough example. As he added up the house-points he had taken away in his head, he smirked and then ran into something-or rather-someone.

“Mr. Potter.” Snape growled, “Going to meet your little girlfriend?”

“Huh?” Harry said shaking his head as he realized who had knocked him down to the ground.

“Well who is it?!” Snape snapped, “If you tell me now and where she’ll be instead of making me hunt her down I’ll let her off easier-perhaps.”

“What are you talking about Snape! Everyone know I’m gay.”

“Ah! So your meeting a boy then. Same rules apply Potter.” He grinned, he actually didn’t know Harry was gay, he had heard rumors from his Slytherins but thought they were only that-rumors.

Harry rolled his eyes as he got up his arse.

“Well Potter?” Snape said getting inpatient.

“I wasn’t meeting anyone.”

“Ha!”

“I wasn’t.” Harry said half sadly.

“Oh really. Then what were you doing out here past curfew the night before-Valentines Day.” Snape said spitting out the words ‘Valentines Day”

Harry sighed, “I was thinking. I was trying to get away from all this-all that, smoochy smooch lovey dovey crap.” Harry finished his sentence with a snarl.

Snape internally laughed as he thought, you too, heh? But externally he said “Well what am I supposed to do with an insolent Gryffindor like yourself.”

Harry shrugged.

“Detention.” Snape said coolly. “Now.”

“Now!” Harry screeched, “But it’s nearly mid-night.”

“You seemed quite awake a few minutes ago.”

“But that’s not the point.”

“Oh, but I think it is.” Snape sneered.
Harry sighed, defeated and followed Snape back to the dungeons.

In the dungeons Snape found plenty for Harry to do. Harry cleaned 40 dirty cauldrons (Snape really had meant to get to them), rearrange all ready prepared potions (he meant to do that too), and clean the spider webs off the ceiling (No, he hadn’t meant to do that, he actually liked the spiders, used the venom sometime. But he liked seeing Harry reach up and struggle, it was amusing.)

Harry stepped off the chair he had been standing on to clean the webs. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, and as he pushed his hair back the webs clang to it.

Snape silently felt bad for making Harry do so much work, he didn’t really mean for it to be so hard, he just wanted to have some company and to get his mind of the dreadful holiday.

“Well Potter, Go get your beauty sleep. Tomorrow is the kind of day for people like you.” Snape spat and turned to a book that had been sitting haphazardly on his lap.

Harry snorted but then remembered the box of heart candies. He reached down in his pocked-they were still there. Snape wasn’t paying attention, so quietly yet swiftly Harry pulled them out and laid them on the desk for Snape to find after he was gone.

Harry stormed out of the dungeons and Snape thought nothing of it.

Valentines morning came, and in the Great Hall chocolates, flowers, and various gifts were exchanged. Harry was disgusted, but put on a smile when he saw Ginny give Colin the small box of heart shaped candies her brothers supplied her. Colin gave Ginny in return an amazing gold bracelet, with small hearts engraved in it. Colin’s candies never supplied any ‘secret’ love messages so much to Colin’s dismay Ginny pouted for the remainder of the meal.

When Ron and Hermione entered the Great Hall they both had huge grins on their faces. Harry gave them a ‘What’s up’ look and with a nod to each other both showed him their already exchanged candies. They both had little words dancing across each heart. Hermione squealed excitedly as Harry observed the candies. Ron giggled and kissed her on the cheek.

Harry felt sick.

Severus Snape glanced up at the Gryffindor table when he heard an obnoxious squeal of delight. It was Hermione Granger. Oh, how he hated Valentines. Not to mention how Dumbledore allowed no house points to be taken for excessive noise in the great hall during the dreadful day, and demanded all staff to attended every meal.

Snape swallowed the rest of his breakfast. When he finished he sarcastically lifted his plate and showed the headmaster that he had ate; with a chuckle and a nod from Albus Snape stormed off to his quarters.

As Snape left, Harry wondered if Snape had received the Valentines yet.

Severus leaned back in his grading chair-as he liked to call it-it was comfortable, yet sturdy, and it fit perfectly up against his desk. Closing his eyes the Potions master wished the day was over. Five minutes later when Snape opened his eyes again, he realized his wish hadn’t come true-damn! Snape decided grading some papers might help the day go faster.

As the Professor reached over to pick up a stack of 3rd year Potion’s essays he noticed a box sitting on the edge of his desk.

Snape lifted his eyebrow and slowly let his hand drift over from the papers to the box. He placed his hand on it. It didn’t explode. Good.

Snape rolled his eyes when he noticed how suspicious and child-like he was being and he abruptly brought the box to eyelevel, then wished he hadn’t.

The small box was apparently a valentine. It read:

To: Severus Snape.
From: Harry Potter.

If you can read this, Congratulations!
But before you begin your celebrations.
It’s best to know what you have won.
Looks like someone is your true loved one
To find out what they really feel
Bring the hearts together- that’s the deal
They’ll make a message just for you.
True love is certain, yes it’s true
The words you see are straight from the chest,
. So, Good luck, Farewell, We wish you the best.
And remember, sometimes, love don’t come easilys,
But we love you anyway, The twins The Weaselys.

Snape growled as he clinched his fists together. Damn those Weaselys! Up to their old tricks, and taking Potter along for the ride!
Snape shoved the box of candy in his cloak and stormed out of the dungeons looking for a Mr. H. Potter.

Unfortunately, for Harry, he was in the halls, hoping to run into the evil potions master.

“Professor!” Harry called out as he saw Snape storming by.

Snape jolted around.

Harry gulped but knew he better speak if he wanted to live.

“I…I….I wanted to know if you found your…”

“My what Potter?” Snape growled. “You mean the little joke you left me? Oh it was hilarious Potter. What? Did you actually think I’d believe it for one second?” He advanced on Harry causing the boy-who to back up unconsciously, “100 POINTS FROM GRYFFIONDOR.”

“It wasn’t a joke!” Harry yelled as he backed himself up against a wall.

Snape sneered and threw the box of candy at Harry, “Oh really Potter? Well tell your bloody sob story to Filch during your week’s detention with him. You make me sick. You’re just like your bloody father.” Snape spat as he left.

Harry let himself fall to the floor. He was hurt and devastated; Snape was his true love and now he hated him. Clutching the box of candy against his chest Harry cried

About an hour later, Ronald Weasely came across his best friend, and without saying a word, sat down wrapping his arms around him.

“What’s wrong Harry,” Ron asked after a while.

Harry sniffed, “Look!” Harry shoved the box of hearts in Ron’s face.

Ron normally red face paled, “So he…He’s your true love then.”

“But he doesn’t believe it! I-I don’t know what to do!” Harry wailed.

“Shh, Harry calm down. We’ll find ‘Mione, she’ll know what to do.” Ron said smartly.

Hermione studied Harry for a moment before speaking, her boyfriend silently pleaded with her to hurry.

“Harry,” She said slowly. When Harry looked up she continued, “There is only one thing for you to do…”

“What” he sniffed.

“Go talk to him.” She replied firmly.

“What!?” Harry said, with Ron echoing him.

“The only way he’s going to know that you really meant to give him a valentine, is if you tell him, and then explain to him how special these valentines really are.” She explained.

Harry sighed he knew Hermione was right.


Harry had missed lunch and figured he had better talk to Snape before dinner if he wanted to have a settled stomach. So slowly but surly Harry made his way towards the dungeons. He ran into Draco Malfoy on the way, but the Slytherin only looked at him quizzically before going on his own way.

Severus Snape had been nursing a headache with small doses of firewhiskey (not the best cure for a headache) since his run in with Potter. He was about half way done with the bottle when he heard a small knock at his door. Severus grumbled an “enter”; he knew it would only be Albus telling him to be presentable for dinner or something of the sort.

Harry was thoroughly surprised when Snape so un-reluctantly let him in, so he hurriedly opened the door to Snape’s quarters and entered. Snape didn’t look at him.

“Um. Professor.” Harry squeaked.

“Potter!” Snape yelled, standing up and knocking over his bottle of firewhiskey.

Harry backed up slightly shaken. He could feel tears starting to form in his eyes, he really didn’t understand why he was being so emotional or how he could let Snape do this to him.

“What do you want, Potter!” Snape said approaching Harry, “Was a week detention not good enough.”

Harry’s lip began to quiver, but still his determination allowed him to reach into his pocket and pull out his valentine box.

At the sight of the box Snape paused in his approach.

“It wasn’t a joke” Harry said letting a tear roll down his cheek, “I wanted to give you a valentine, I have a crush on you. I have had one for a long time and now it’s more than that. I really-I think I love you…”

Snape snorted.

“Please! Look. This is enchanted!” Harry screamed, and tried to hand Snape the box, “It will only activate if I give it to my true love, and it did activate so it means YOU ARE MY TURE LOVE!” Harry’s voice was becoming raspy.

“You expect me to believe something so childish Mr. Potter.” Severus sneered at the sniveling boy.

“Please, just look!” Harry said giving the box to Snape.

Snape reluctantly took the box and without reading the ridiculous Weasely message popped open the lid.

Several little candy hearts flew out of the box and one by one lined themselves up in the air; they seemed angry about being neglected for so long.

Both Harry and Severus stared at the hearts as they arranged themselves into a flashing message; neither man knew what it was going to say.


~I’ve wanted to say ~this for years~ but the time~ just wasn’t right.~
~I love you~ Severus Snape.~ I need you~ and can’t~ live without you.~
~Please allow me~ to show you~ how much I care~ and maybe you~
~can someday~ love me back~ All I ask~ is for a chance.~
~Forever Yours~
~Harry Potter~

As Harry read the message he let his tears come out fully, it was all true though he’d never be able to say the words out loud before, it was all true.

Severus however was furious. He lunged towards Harry, “You think my life is some kind of joke?!”

“Huh?” Harry sniffed.

“I am not someone to toy with Potter! ‘All I ask for is a chance’ who wrote that, huh! Granger was it. I know you couldn’t come up with something like that!”

“No, Please Severus!” Harry said grasping his shirt for support.

“50 points Potter! My name is Professor Snape to you.”

“You have to listen,” Harry begged, “I’ll die if you don’t love me.”

Severus laughed evilly, “Oh Potter, do you really think I give a damn if you live or die? Do you think anyone really cares? Voldemort is gone already. No one needs you, Certainly not me! I’d be much better off if you were dead.”

Harry opened his mouth as if to say something but all that came out was a strangled moan, so he ran out the door, slamming it behind him.

As Harry slammed the door, the candies that had been hovering in the air fell to the ground, landing at Severus’ feet. Severus violently kicked the pieces aside and went to look for a headache potion.


Harry Potter ran to the Owlery. He knew that any lovers planning to meet there would not do so until after dinner. Gasping for air Harry briefly thought about throwing himself out the window, but knew the wards on the castle wouldn’t allow such a thing. He wished that Hedwig was still alive. At least he’d feel somewhat better if he had her to comfort him.

Harry laid himself on the floor and cried. As he thought about the day Harry whispered his thoughts to an invisible Severus

After drinking a vial of headache potion Severus went back into the room of the fight. Upon entering the room he glanced at the floor. As he glanced down at the scattered candy pieces he noticed they seemed to have formed a new message, he moved in closer and read:

~I love you Severus~
~But I can’t ~ live without you~

Severus sighed, reaching his hand out for his firewhiskey when he remembered it had crashed and spilt. As Severus moved to accio some more whiskey he noticed the scattered candy pieces rearranging themselves yet again.

~Kiss me.~
~*Sigh*~
~*cough*~
~I love you~
~*whimper*~
~I know I’ll never~ have you this way.~
~*moan*~
~ohh I love you.~

Severus was shocked. To calm himself down he sat in his chair but never did he take his eyes off the pieces.
Slowly, Harry undid the buttons on his jeans and let out his aching cock. Pretending Severus was taking him into his mouth Harry lovingly stroked the cock; rubbing his precum down his shaft.
Harry murmured loving and encouraging words to his “Severus”.

~yes! lick it right~ there my love~
~I’m so hard for you~
~Oh Merlin~

Severus had become aroused at the sight of the implied naughtiness provide by the candies; unconsciously he unzipped his trousers and freed his cock.

~Oh, your mouth~
~So warm~

Severus slowly and seductively sucked on the tips of fingers waiting for more ‘words’ of encouragement. The words came soon.

~I want to cum. ~ Make me cum Severus~
~You’re going to make me cum.~
~You’re tongue’s so talented~

Harry gasped as, and all thoughts of death faded and picture of Severus pounding him and him pounding Severus became clearer. Harry fluttered his eyes slightly and could see the owls looking at him curiously, a few giving hoots of encouragement.

Harry groaned picking up the pace.

Severus on the other hand was slowly dragged his long fingers against the tip of cock, causing it to jump each time.

Severus’ tongue danced in the air, as he pretended he was licking Harry’s hole. Severus looked back down at the hearts.

~Harder Severus, Please, ~ faster. Oh I love you.~

Severus groaned, grabbing his length and pumping it as if HE was fucking Harry’s little mouth. Severus could feel the soft lips, and wet moist tongue; his own hung out as he panted.

~OH Merlin, Oh Merlin.~ I’m cumming.~
~OH, Yes, yes! ~ Tell me it tastes good~

“Yes! It tastes good Harry it tastes soo good.” Severus exclaimed to the candies, as he bucked his hips violently to images of Harry cumming, and was set over the edge. Severus spilt his cum over himself and over the candied hearts…

~Oh yeah~

“OH yes.”


Severus opened his eyes; he hadn’t meant to fall asleep but then again he also hadn’t meant to masturbate like a teenager in heat.

Harry Potter also was awakening, he usually took naps after he masturbated; but he never masturbated in the owlery so waking up there was embarrassing.

Both Harry and Severus cleaned up and made it to the Great Hall-barely missing each other- in time for dinner.

“There you are Harry mate, I was worried about you!” Ron said seemingly relieved.

“Did you talk to you-know-who?” Hermione asked.

“Voldemort?” Ron asked playfully.

“NO!” Hermione shrieked.

“I was just kidding love.” Ron sighed.

“I meant, Professor Snape.” Hermione said angrily.

“Um. I’d rather not talk about it.” Harry said blushing.

“I think you did!” Ron teased, “and then he ravished you!”

“Ronald!” Hermione shrieked, again.

“What’s wrong with you ‘Mione, you’ve been real hormonal lately.” Ron said calmly.

“I am not!” She cried.

Ron nodded and tried to concentrate on his food.

Harry picked at his food, it was good food, it always was, but this time it was exceptional, ribs, corn, mashed potatoes, fried chicken, grilled fish, and salad. But even with such a good meal, Harry could only thing of one thing. Severus Snape.

Harry looked up and over at the Head Table. He saw Snape who was also picking at his food. Harry wondered why. He knew that Snape loved grilled fish, ribs and mashed potatoes, though he could pass on the fried chicken…Harry mentally slapped himself for knowing the potions master’s favorite foods.

Severus looked up and accidentally made eye contact with Harry. Harry normally would have turned away at this point but he found himself so drawn in by those dark eyes, and so blinded by the moment, he silently begged that Snape would give him a signal of acceptance.

When normally making eye contact with a student, Snape usually turns away, not abruptly mind you, but turns away. But this time he couldn’t, not with Harry. He found himself giving into the begging green eyes Harry possessed, Damn that Lillian! Severus gave Harry a sad look. Truth be told he did care for the boy, and he certainly did lust for him; but the boy wanted someone to love him and although he did, he didn’t see himself ever admitting it to anyone, especially Harry himself.

Finally Severus broke the eye contact and stared at his mushy mashed potatoes. The loss of the ebony eyes was devastating for Harry. For a few moments in time he felt connected with his true love, and he felt as if time froze. Harry had imagined several young girl and boy Potter-Snapes running around Hogwarts, calling Ron, Uncle Ron, and Hermione, Auntie ‘Mione. He even imagined some of the children speaking Parseltongue and others being master potion makers. Some of them were Griffindors but most of them Slytherins. Harry had fallen in love with his children but by looking away Snape killed them.

Harry let out a loud disheartening cry which caused half of the Great Hall to immediately turn to him and the rest to simultaneously follow.

“Harry.” Ron whispered.

Harry abruptly shot a nasty look at his best friend then left the Great Hall.


It hadn’t even been an hour later when Severus Snape found Harry sitting in the Quidditch field. He had been extremely worried about the young man and wanted to talk about their situation.

Snape gulped, “Harry.”

“Harry.” Harry repeated his name.

Snape shook his head, “What are you doing out here?”

“Thinking.”

Snape sighed, “Why did you scream like you’d been hit by a curse at dinner?”

“I…I was.” Harry replied.

“What?!” Snape asked concerned.

“I was hit by cupid’s arrow.”

“ARGH, Damn it Potter!” Snape growled, “You had been fine until we…”

“No. I wasn’t fine.” Harry said turning towards his professor, “I was devastated…”

“So devastated that you had to masturbate.” Severus snorted.

“I-what?” Harry stared at Severus.

“Nothing.”

“No! How did you know?”

“Never mind Potter.”

Harry looked down at the ground knowing he could never win an argument with the professor, “I imagined our kids…”

“When you were masturbating!” Snape scrunched his face up.

“NO!” Harry screamed. “…In the Great Hall, when we looked at each other, I just imagined how amazing they’d be. Slytherins, and Parselmouths and ingenious potions makers, just everything you know, I mean with you and I as their parents they’d totally take over the school.”

Severus smirked, “Sounds like there are a lot of them.”

Harry blushed, “Well I imagined at least four.”

“It was just a fantasy Potter.” Snape sighed. He understood the fantasy perfectly.

“I know.” Harry sniffed, “But I don’t understand. You’re my true love, and you don’t love me. It’ s just…I…I can’t live. Will you kill me?”

“Potter! Don’t be morbid!”

Harry smiled.

“Come on Potter, you can’t tell me you believe those stupid little candies, Remember who the creators were!” Snape said; trying to convince himself more than Harry.

“But Ginny’s didn’t work when she gave it to Colin, and Hermione’s worked when she gave hers to Ron and vise versa. So-I don’t understand! Please just, I can’t be hurt anymore. I want,” Harry whispered something before he fell asleep on the grass. Snape watched Harry sleeping for a while before levitating him to Gryffindor Tower. He made up his mind that if Harry came to see him one more time, he’d let his emotions do the talking, and accept the boy’s offer.

The next morning Harry ran into the dungeons. Snape was actually caught off guard, and spilled a jar of ink into a stack of first year potions essays.

“Potter!” Snape gasped as he stood.

“I got a brilliant idea!” Harry beamed.

“Well that would be a first.” Snape sneered.

“Polyjuice!”

“Excuse me?”

“I can take Polyjuice, or I can just transform myself into looking like someone else, your dream man! Anything you want. And no one even has to know. I won’t tell anyone. You can even give me potions to change my personality! It’s so genius! I’ll do anything to please you! Please. Let me. I need you to love me!”

“Harry,” Snape pleaded with the young disturbed boy.

“Please Severus!” Harry cried.

Severus embraced Harry tightly, “Oh Harry, I love you so much stupid boy. But you need help. You’re disturbed; you haven’t dealt with the war properly. And no one blames you….”

“You-You love me?” Harry repeated.

Snape sighed, “Yes! Of course I do.”

“But-But.” Harry stuttered.

“It’s so difficult Harry. But if you mean it…”

“I do!” Harry shouted.

“Then I want to give us a try. But Harry, before we can be together, you need to have some counseling; you have to deal with some issues.”

“I don’t want to loose you Severus” Harry cried holding on to his true love.

“Sweet Harry. You won’t I promise. I’ll be here for you. But please. Let’s find you some help.”

Harry nodded with tears in his eyes. And Severus took the opportunity to lay a gentle kiss on the fragile boy’s lips.

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Epilogue:

Every night Harry slept curled up next to his love, either crying himself to sleep because he was in so much anguish or falling asleep with a huge grin because he knew he was loved dearly.
The two still hadn’t had sex but they had masturbated next to each other many times and even massaged each other’s dicks.

Harry took, with permission of Arthur Weasely Minister of Magic, his final school exams early in order to have time for his counseling sessions. He passed, although not greatly.

Harry’s counseling sessions went well. He spoke with a counselor that helped him with his need of dependence and talked with Severus about the war, they both needed to talk about that.

Ron proposed to Hermione on the night of Graduation, and of course she said yes. Ginny decided regardless of Colin not being her true love, he was good in bed and she decided she didn’t need to find a true love yet anyway. Mr. Weasely and Mrs. Weasely loved their heart candies so much that they told The Twins they should market them. The twins did; but the candies caused so many breakups they went off the market not more than a month after release.

It was after Harry’s class had graduated that he had his first sexual relation with Severus, his first relation with anyone. Severus took everything slow. Licking the tight arse hole slowly and gently. Even when Severus teased Harry’s hole with the tip of his cock, he did it carefully and as he finally entered he did so centimeter by centimeter making sure they both would remember their first time together. Severus allowed himself to memorize Harry’s arse muscles and Harry tried memorizing the veins along the long penis that probed him. Severus enjoy having himself inside of Harry but he also loved licking Harry’s neck and kissing Harry’s ears, and stroking the sweet, hard cock. The thrill of getting to do everything at once caused Severus to buck his hips quickly. And as the pace quickened so did Harry’s intense need for release and it soon came, with Harry pleading for it faster and harder and finally cumming; and then crying and kissing Severus, begging him never to leave him.

A year after they had admitted their love for one another… and after a round of Valentines Day love making…Harry woke up screaming.

“What’s the matter, Harry!” Severus said rubbing his boyfriends bare back.

“I had a nightmare about giant heart-shaped bedbugs!” Harry gasped.

Severus quirked an eyebrow causing Harry to giggle.

“I don’t find anything funny.” Snape frowned.

“I’m sorry Sev.” Harry pouted giving his love a peck on the cheek.

Snape rolled his eyes and then rolled over on top of Harry.

“Ow! Sev. You’re squishing me!”

“No. I’m protecting you from the evil bedbugs.”

“I think you think I am a bedbug and you’re trying to squish me!” Harry gasped.

“I’m your body armor.” Sev replied.

Harry giggled.

“Go to sleep Harry.”

“K.”

a few moments later…

“Sev.”

“Hmm.”

“Happy Valentines Day.” Harry said cuddling underneath his lover.

“Happy Valentines Day.” Severus replied in a sing song voice.

A few minutes later…

“Hey, Sev…” Harry whispered loudly.

“What.” Snape grumbled.

“I love you.” Harry said happily.

Severus grinned, “I love you too Harry.”