A New You

A New You

By FreakenBree

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any of the included characters. All rights go to J.K. Rowling and publishers. I am not making a profit from this story.

Warning: Male/Male relationship and explicit scenes of sexual intimacy

Synopsis: After certain events, Dumbledore sends Harry to stay with Professor Snape at Snape Manor. Snape and Harry are forced to see each other in a new light and get to know the real person beneath the façade. What will they find?


Author’s Note: Please understand that I did not have the resources for a Beta, nor am I looking for one in this point in time. If you like my stories, ask to be added to my mailing list so that whenever I update, or create a new Snarry story, you’re emailed immediately.


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“…just wake him up already!”

“Professor, if you would please keep your voice down so that we do not disturb the other students,” said another voice in the distance. Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. He was slowly coming to consciousness when a silky, baritone voice came from the darkness.

“There’s no time for this. We need to hurry.”

“Mister Potter, wake up.” Harry’s eyes opened slightly revealing a blurred figure above him. It was the Headmaster a bit blurred but unmistakable. He looked to be a bit frazzled and smiled at Harry as he grabbed his glasses from the bedside table.

“Headmaster?” Harry sat up and noticed another figure, another unmistakable figure. The tall, dark figure stood just further away. Professor Snape stood leering at him from the side, his arms crossed against his chest. He seemingly impatient manner was no surprise to Harry, but why the two of them were in the boy’s dorm in the middle of the night waking him up was a mystery.

“I’ll have Professor Snape explain as soon as we get to Professor Snape’s Manor,” Dumbledore stated as he helped Harry out of the bed and handed him a change of clothes. He noticed his things were placed in a bag on the ground directly in front of him. This was just another quizzical matter that was hopefully to be explained when they got to…Snape’s Manor? Why would they need to go there?

“Hurry up, Potter.” Snape stood opposite of him. The man’s head jerked to the side as one of the other students groaned quietly, but after determining the sound just part of an idiot child’s dream, he quickly turned back to look at Harry.

Harry flushed a bit when he realized that they expected him to change in front of them. He hurried into the change of clothes and grabbed his things at the foot of the bed. They rushed off down the corridor, Harry hustling behind them as they made haste to outside of the boundaries of the school. His clothes did nothing to mask the deep chill of the night. It bit at his bones and rose his pores on the stretch of his arms. The moon glimmered ominously in the sky above them as they enter into the dark stretch of hundred foot trees.

“Now Harry, Professor Snape is going to take you there first. I will be there after getting a few things in order. Do not concern yourself.” Dumbledore nodded his head to Snape and Harry’s shoulder was grasped tightly by a stern hand. He felt the familiar feeling of feeling weightless and flowing through time. When he opened his eyes, having not realized he had closed them, they were in a dark room. The walls leaked the light from the moon through cracks and windows cased against the farthest end. Eerie shadows danced from room to room, their parade of darkness interrupted by Harry’s and Snape’s shadows.

“Follow me,” Snape said as he headed through the door at the other end of the room. Without hesitation, Harry followed suit as they made their way through what Harry could only determine to be the main hallway. It was a narrow walk which only helped to echo their hastened steps further into it. He found himself wishing for the end to fight off the Closter phobic feeling of the walls closing in on them. Finally, Snape led them into a room that was bigger then their common room back in the Gryffindor tower. A large bed pressed against the wall directly across from the door; an old, tattered desk was just to their left, illuminated by the light streaming through a nearby window. Other than to two pieces of recognizable furniture, Harry didn’t much concern himself.

“You will reside here,” Snape said with a bitterness dripping off every word. Harry looked at him with a bit of hesitation, and when he received nothing but a glare, resolved himself to placing his belongings at the foot of the bed.

“Professor…um,” Harry began incoherently not truly knowing the reason for his sudden urge to speak, but stopped speaking when he received yet another glare from said professor.

“I realize that you are unaware of why the Headmaster has called for you in the middle of the night and had you escorted to my personal home, so I will explain only once Potter. The Headmaster has seen it a fitting place to hide you for events that have come to our attention dealing with the Dark Lord. Until the Headmaster feels it safe, you will stay here and continue your studies. I do ask, as it is against my will to have you here, that you do not bother me in my personal study and certainly do not go outside these walls until you are told to do so. I will not stand for snooping and will expect you to treat this room not as your own personal space but as merely a tool for your stay.” Snape glance over at Harry for a moment, maybe calculating whether or not he understood, or maybe wondering if he was going to argue, but when Harry found the only thing to do was nod, Snape did as well.

“This is certainly not a situation I am fond of Potter, but as it is a request of the Headmaster, I could not disagree Respect that of which I have ruled.” Snape curtly sneered before turning on his heels and making for the door.

“Professor?”

“What is it, Potter?”

“Um, can I ask why it was necessary that we left right away?” Harry breathed out a bit nervously.

“No, you may not.” With that, Snape left the room, and Harry was left pondering the reason why he was having to stay here, but more so, for how long.

Defeated, he sat on the bed and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hand. He set his worn glasses on the bedside table. What could possibly be so dangerous that he had to stay with Snape? He couldn’t quite understand how Dumbledore expected him to survive the dreaded potion’s master for the next how ever long days, but he reserved himself to thinking about what he would do to occupy his time.


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“Mas’a Potta?” A voice rang in his ears and his eyes shot open. He watched the image of what looked to be a house elf move around uncomfortably in his view. He sat up and put on his glasses, focusing on this newcomer.

“Yes?”

“Um, the Mas’a Snape has asked Dot to wake Mas’a Potta to give Mas’a Potta breakfast.” The elf snapped its fingers and a plate of food appeared levitated in front of it.

Harry suddenly realized how hungry he was and nodded his head having been oblivious to the elf‘s banter. “Thank you very much. May I ask what your name is?”

The plate settled on his lap and he began to eat greedily. The elf squeaked a bit and bowed its head. “I is Dot, Mas’a Potta sir.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dot. You can call me Harry,” he smiled and took a sip of his orange juice.

“Oh no, Mas’a Potta, Dot must not call the mas’a by mas’a’s first name.” She looked from right to left as if expecting someone to scold her.

“No no, Dot, it’s fine. Please, I insist you call me Harry. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Snape.” He smiled at her again and finished the rest of the food. She snapped the plate away and bowed her head with a small smile.

“Yes…mas’a…Dot means…Harry…” she snapped her fingers again and disappear. Harry found himself sighing as she left. Another house elf that felt the need to call him master. He couldn’t find the strength to be angry however. He got out of bed and readied himself for the day. Being here was going to take some getting used to, but he figured that he would be able to do so.


Harry entered the kitchen and looked out the window. The daylight was brilliant. It shined over the hilltops and the world around seemed alive by the rays. Harry idly started to do some of the dishes he found there. His hands moved rhythmically as it had done many summers before this. It was a second nature to his hands for him to have them lathered in soap, washing, and drying. From behind he heard a small sound. He turned around quickly and Snape stood there with a corked eyebrow.

“What are you doing Potter?”

Harry realized his arms were still under the water, covered in soap.

“Oh um, its kind of a habit. Sorry sir..” He pulled his hands from the water and determined his pant leg the only suitable place to wipe them off. He faced Snape a small blush forming on his cheeks and tip of his nose. It was the first time he had seen Snape without his robes, and he looked surprisingly handsome. Snape was fashioning a dark emerald jumper that curled up against his slender neck. It was actually a first to see Snape wearing anything form-fitting. The accompanied jeans did all but highlight his slender build with a surprising hint of muscle. Harry finally realized he had been staring and not only staring, but actually thinking about Snape looking decently attractive when the thought should have never crossed his mind in the first place.

“We have magic for a reason, Potter. Of course, it would be expected that your incompetence for that thought would cloud your judgment.” Snape grabbed a cup sitting on the counter top. He turned and left the room, probably going into his study.

Disillusioned by Snape‘s sarcastic mannerisms, Harry reserved himself to ignore the comment and sit almost in defeat down at the table. The idea that Harry found himself thinking the man attractive caused more concern and he sighed in his silent battle with his feelings.

Harry ventured through the house, taking each room into silent observation. However, upon arriving in the living area, he was suddenly caught with a heavy exhaustion and stopped for a moment to sit on the couch that was surprisingly soft. Each of the walls, save for the one containing the fire hearth and mantle, was cluttered with bookcases brimming books both large and small. He found himself curiously looking through the books they contained. Many of them contained histories on the magical world. Others contained potion ingredients and one he found particularly interesting contained myths and legends. He sat down on the couch and began to read interested in learning some of the legends that wizards and witches had told through the centuries.

Before he knew it, he was well into the book. Some of the interesting legends of the old world contained mythical creatures that hadn’t been spotted since the dawn of time. One legend told of a portal that took the person through time and sent the person to their “first self” that had apparently been what they had been reincarnated from. Many of the things Harry read made him question even his own beliefs as before he became a wizard, magic was something that was only told in fairytales. To him, it seemed anything could be possible.

“What are you doing, Potter?”

Harry jumped and dropped the book on the floor. He felt a sudden thump, thump in his chest which he could only determine to be his startled heartbeat. He turned to look at Snape as the man bent over to pick the book up from the floor and read the title. Red crept quickly back to his face as he watched Snape flip quietly through the pages.

“Ah, indeed a very interesting book.”

Harry had to mentally pinch himself. Was…was Snape making conversation? Rather, was Snape doing something that wasn’t yelling at him or insulting him? He stared at Snape for a moment. He waited for Snape to add sarcastic notation to it but it would never come. For whatever reason, Snape seemed genuine in his approval.

“Uh, yeah. I really like the one about the portal that could transport you to your first self,” Harry found himself saying as he scratched the back of his head.

“I too found that one interesting,” Snape said as he sat down in the chair beside the couch. Harry sat back down on the couch and fidgeted with his hands. The man beside him was one to never make small talk and certainly not with someone he had gone out of his way to hate for the past few years at Hogwarts. But Harry couldn’t stop the word diarrhea that seemed to flow out of him as if it were Ron or Hermione he were talking to.

“I also really enjoyed the myth about the creature that feeds off of the dreams of others. I liked how it talks about how its much like a dementor but instead gives the victim of euphoria instead of darkness,” Harry said as he remembered the myth of a creature that sucked the dreams of others, leaving their minds blank, but not tattered.

“Indeed,” Snape said as he settled himself back against the chair. He snapped his fingers and Dot appeared. “Could you bring us some tea please?”

Dot nodded her head with a smile and disappeared only to reappear almost as quickly with a plate of tea and some vanilla cookies. It was the first time Harry had heard Snape be in the slightest polite to another person, rather creature. A small fragment of respect for him seemed to appear as he watched Snape take the platter with a small thankful nod.

Harry sipped at his tea letting the flavor of peppermint and honey slide down his dry throat. He felt like sighing but determined it to only break the silence that now overwhelmed them. It felt somewhat odd to find himself sitting with Snape, drinking tea, and having previous small talk. His mind was free from allusion so he knew it was not a dream. Snape seemed captured by the licking flames of the fire. Shadows painted themselves onto his face, capturing a sense of sadness in his face. It quickly passed when Snape turned to watch Harry through dark iris’.

If someone had ever predicted that Harry would be sitting here with Snape, he would have laughed. Never would he have ever dreamt that he would be sitting here with Snape while he talked about some of his favorite legends, Snape just nodding his head every once and a while. It seemed like they had always done this. It didn’t feel like two people who had loathed each other’s existence, but two people enjoying each other’s company.

Snape read from a potions book while Harry continued to read from the book he had first began. Harry fidgeted in the seat, righting himself too many times to count. He felt his eyes fall heavily, and before he could catch himself, he slipped into darkness.

His body jerked and a sharp pain shot down from his head into his heart. Lights flashed before his eyes and faces of people with contorted anger and anguish presented themselves before him. He felt himself jerk again and his voice rip from his throat as another flash of light followed by indescribable pain shot through him like a fire. His skin felt scorched. He could hear distant cries and his name being yelled from the distance, but the pain and his screams were soon all he could hear.

He reached out his arms and tried to grab at the image of a person, but each time they seemed to be farther away. Again, the pain shot through him and he screamed, this time his throat burning in the pain of the scream itself. Sweat began to bead across his forehead. He did anything to try to escape the feeling of burning alive.

“Find him….LUCIUSSSS!”

The feeling of cold, hydrating water eased its way down his throat and caught. He coughed a bit and his eyes shot open. He cried out for more and felt glass pressed against his lips. He greedily drank at the liquid and whimpered a bit as it flowed through him. The relieving liquid cured him of his dry throat but did nothing to mend the aches in his joints. He rested his head back against a soft surface. He tried to clear his vision to see the person above him, but couldn’t. Breathing heavily he all but whisper a small plea.

“Help me…”

Something cool was pressed to his forehead. He pressed his hand onto the hand that held the cloth. He breathed out a sigh as the cool skin met his heated palm. “T-thank you…”

His voice was hoarse, but he felt the need to say it to this gentle person. It felt as if he were still in a dream.

“You can go back to sleep,” it soothed and he was lifted. He felt himself being carried and then placed down onto another soft surface. As the person moved away from him, he grabbed out for them his sudden fear enveloping him into shivers. His heart raced against his chest causing it to tighten . A deep sign broke through the silence and the figure sat just beside him putting a palm to his forehead.

“I’ll stay here until you fall asleep.” Harry nodded and closed his eyes easily falling back into a deep, thankfully dreamless sleep.


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Morning woke Harry with bright rays of sunshine biting at his eyes. He opened his eyes slowly looking up at the ceiling. He felt at surprising ease. Pulling himself up into a sitting position, he realized that he wasn’t in his room. He looked around at the bookcases that clamored the room. Where was he? He got out of the bed and looked down at himself. He was in his pajamas, but how? He thought back through the night and it was true he had fallen asleep on the couch.

Suddenly, he remembered the dream of someone helping him. He pondered a moment thinking about the touch of the person’s hand on his forehead and could not separate it from reality. He walked out of the room and down the hall. He looked around for Snape, but found him no where. He changed into a new pair of clothes and walked through the house once more taking note of how things looked in the daylight. It was a surprisingly bright house during the day, and the walls colored in beautiful greens and reds throughout the house. A deep sigh escaped his mouth when he again determined that Snape was no where to be found. He didn’t understand his new need to be near the man, but it seemed his heart called out for the man to be near him. He found himself standing in the middle of the kitchen.

Dot was cleaning under the counter, her hands nimbly holding the tattered cloth as she spread it out and then pulled it back in. The movements seemed somewhat entrancing and before Harry knew it, she had stopped and turned to smile at him. “Good morning, mas’a Harry.”

He smiled at her and nodded his head. “Good morning Dot, where is Snape?”

“Mas’a Snape had urgent business and told Dot to tell mas’a Harry that he will not be back until tomorrow,” she said as she snapped her fingers and the table filled with all kinds of breakfast foods. “Mas’a Snape also told Dot to make sure Mas’a Harry eats.”

Harry could only nod and sat down at the table. It was certainly not like Snape to worry over anyone, but he also knew it wasn’t like Snape to have any kind of civil conversation with him, so he was prepared for some new surprises. Harry kept himself to just a few handfuls of scrambled eggs, bacon, a few pieces of ham, and a glass of milk. Dot seemed all over as she went in between the two rooms.

“Um Dot, who’s room is the last door down the hall?” Harry asked as soon as Dot returned to the room holding another cloth in her hand.

She looked up a bit quizzical before answering. “That’s Mas’a Snape’s room.”

Harry gasped and then looked over towards the hallway. He knew he wouldn’t find an answer for why he was in that room from looking over there, but he couldn’t help but look over. His head seemed too overwhelmed at the moment for him to determine why he was there last night, but a part of him began to think that the dream he had last night had something to do with that.

He decided it would be for the best to not think about it. He hurriedly ate and rushed off into the living area to finish reading. He consumed his thoughts with the book and lost track of time. As the light drizzled in and soon faded, Harry continued to read. He hadn’t even taken notice when Dot lit a fire in the hearth and settled down a platter of tea and cookies. When he had finished it was a quarter until midnight. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He hadn’t realized he had spent the entire day reading, but as he gazed around the room as the shadows danced in tune with the silent music of the flames licking at the hearth, he felt somewhat calmed into dizziness.

He heard a crackling and looked as the fire changed from the traditional orange-red to a lime green and Snape stepped through, with his robes wrapped tightly around him, into the room. He felt flabbergasted at the sudden arrival and stood there staring at Snape as he looked around. Their eyes finally met and Snape’s eyebrow rose in question.

“Why aren’t you in your room, Potter?” He brushed himself off the soot from his robes. Harry knew that Snape did not like to travel by fire, but that did not bother him as much as knowing that Snape found him reading well past his curfew in the living area.

“I, uh, was reading, sir. I guess I lost track of time,” he said as he set the book down and stood up. He thought about this morning and the heat devoured his cheeks into a pink blush. He wrote it off as the fire was heating his face, but his mind was caught on staying the night in the professor’s bedroom, sleeping in said professor’s bed.

“Should I be surprised Potter? When have you ever regarded the time of yourself or others? Go to your room if you must, but keep it out of my sight after nine, is that clear Potter?” Snape looked to him with his sneering gaze, but something seemed off about the way his eyes seemed to dance in amusement. Harry briskly nodded his head and bit his tongue about the question he had been after to ask Snape all day long. After feeling satisfied, Snape turned with a billow of his robes, another Snape signature move, and took off down the hall.

Harry followed though he turned before reaching the farthest door down the hall into the room he stayed. The situation was only embarrassing due to the fact that it looked as if he had been awaiting Snape’s arrival. He, however, had not been since he had assumed by tomorrow, Snape had meant in the morning or well into the day. How was he suppose to guess that Snape would be back at midnight?

Harry curled beneath the covers and felt himself slip into the dark sleep once more, forgetting the trivial things of the day.

“…bring him to me, Luuuucccciusssss…”

Pain shot through Harry’s body like the night before, but this time it was so intense he felt his voice curdle in response. He jerked up and down; his body spasmed like he were under the Crutasious curse.

“Potter!”

Harry heard someone yell his name but the pain blinded him and soon he could only hear his screams as the pain continued to case him in spasms. He felt trembles erupt in the core of his body, his heart doing all it could to beat away the pain. A hard hand held his shoulders stationary. He cried out trying to battle his invisible assailant. Before he could, however, cold liquid with a tang taste drift down his throat and his eyes shot open. He focused a bit as the pain calmed. Snape leaned over him, his eyes searching Harry’s for an indication of how the potion was working.

“Professor?”

“Can you sit up, Potter?”

Harry sat up and Snape handed him a glass of water. He gulped down the refreshing liquid and leaned back against the headboard. He looked at Snape suddenly feeling ashamed of himself. Snape had a small cut on his face, no doubt from where Harry had tried to claw out at him in his panic.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up sir…uh and for hurting you,” he said as he placed the glass at the side of the bed. He expected Snape to yell at him, but it never came.

“What causes these outbursts, Potter?” Snape said completely ignoring the apology.

“Well its usually when Vold---I mean the Dark Lord casts a Crutasious curse,” he finished. Of course, there are plenty of other reasons, but Harry’s mind felt like jelly. He couldn’t really form much more than one sentence at a time. He didn’t even know if he would be able to produce the right answers even if he knew them.

“The Headmaster spoke of a mind connection you share with the Dark Lord. However, he was brief and did not state when these occur nor how often,” he stated as he finished putting away empty vials and other materials Harry hadn‘t noticed that had been out. “How often?”

“…” Harry hesitated for a moment, “Every night sir.”

“That will not do,” Snape said as he took out a few vials of potion. “Take this every night before sleeping. It is a Dreamless Draught that will for the meantime mend the connection. However, the more you need to take the potion, the heavier and stronger the doses need to become to keep it mended. I will work on a possible potion or spell that may help with the Headmaster. However, until then, I will need you to move into the connecting room next to mine. The draught could cause a dependence and if not taken, could cause these outbursts to be much more severe. Having you in a connecting room will allow me easy access and the ability to catch the outburst before it becomes too severe.”

Harry visibly blushed, “Um sir, was that why you had taken me into your room.”

Snape seemed to lose his focus which was certainly something Harry had never witnessed. However, it was short lived and he quickly responded with a slight sneer, “I should not have to explain my actions to you Potter. I was unaware if it was dream or infection, thus I kept you near and in the morning made a trip to see the Headmaster.”

Harry kept his jaw from dropping as he watched Snape. It was a first for him to even have the man explain any kind of action to him let alone the first that Snape had been in the slightest concerned for him. “Thank you sir…”

“Come. We will have you stay in that adjoining room starting tonight.” Snape stood up and Harry followed as they walked down the hallway into the room next to Snape’s. Harry found himself looking at Snape’s broad back. Snape was wearing a robe colored in a dark green which seemed to be another signature of the professor, but it was the first time Harry had ever seen Snape wear a robe. He smiled to himself. He would have a lot to tell Ron and Hermione when he got back to Hogwarts.

Harry entered the room after Snape and gazed around. The room looked much like his own aside from the few bookcases and a number of pieces of parchment on the desk on the side end of the room. He sat down on the bed while Snape placed the potions in the bedside table. Harry watched Snape’s nimble hands curling around each vial and store it into the drawer. His eyes were mesmerized with Snape’s hands. If Snape had redeeming features, the only ones were his hands and his unmatched voice. These new found attachments were concerning Harry’s thoughts but he couldn’t help where his eyes looked.

He kept staring at the professor as if in a boy crush and it annoyed him to the point of frustration. Harry couldn’t understand why he would find Snape in the least bit attractive, not to also mention that Snape was a man. Harry had never felt this way before with the exception of Cho who had turned out to be a complete disaster. Harry had thought he wanted to be with Cho, but in truth, he hadn’t enjoyed the kiss, or the other things they had tried together.

He had always wondered why his eyes would wander when he caught Ron changing, or when Seamus was talking, his eyes would wander to his lips, but now he was beginning to understand why he felt this way. However, it didn’t begin to explain why he would have these feelings towards Snape. Just because Snape was being a bit … well nicer to him does not give him an opening to have a boyish crush on him.

“Potter,” Snape seemed to be losing his patience. Harry realized he had, once again, gone off into his own world and disregarded the situation he now found himself in. He was realizing his new found feelings for Snape whilst being put in a room directly next to said professor.

“Sorry, sir.” He looked at the professor awaiting Snape to insult him or scorn him, but Snape said nothing. His jaw would have dropped if he hadn’t been clenching it to avoid looking too astonished. Snape seemed to be hesitant about something and never had Harry seen such an expression on the man’s face. He too seemed to be thinking something. The man that had always been in control of his feelings and had never once shown an emotion other than anger or impatience was now looking as if he was worrisome.

“I will be one room over. I will ask that you do not bother me unless absolutely necessary Potter. However, in your condition, if you are to experience something even after having taken the potion, I will expect you to speak to me at once about it and I will be in the next room if it should occur again.” Snape walked over to the door joining their rooms.

“Uh sir,” Harry quickly spoke knowing he was trying Snape’s patience. “Thank you.”

Snape nodded his head and walked out of the room. Harry sighed and walked over to the bed. He took one of the potion’s as directed and climbed underneath the sheets. He closed his eyes and tried his best to get back to sleep. All the while, images of Snape crept into his head.


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Harry turned over and covered his head with the pillow as the sun seemed to burn into his eyes though they were closed. He heard his name being called from beyond the pillow. He moaned and curled deeper within the warmth.

“Potter, enough of the childish hysterics. Get out of bed.” Snape’s voice seemed yet again impatient and Harry wasn’t about to push it. He got up and put his glasses on. Snape stood at the side of his bed.

“You are to read through these materials for your studies. I will expect you to finish all the assignments by the end of the week.” Snape turned to leave, but Harry stopped him once again.

“Sir, what is the Headmaster doing about your class?”

“That is no matter to you, Potter.” Snape said, but when Harry put his head down and nodded, Snape sighed and answered. “The Headmaster has called in a personal friend in my stead. She is taking over the classes until further notice.”

“How long will I be staying here, sir?” Harry knew full well that Snape hated questions, but surprisingly, Snape answered almost immediately.

“The Headmaster has made it known that he would like to have you stay here for two weeks, but at the end of those two weeks, he will reassess the situation and if felt needed, will have you stay a bit longer. I trust that you will not complain to the Headmaster as he is doing this for your protection,” Snape said as he glared through obsidian eyes.

“No, sir. I was more worried about you having to put up with me being here,” Harry said as he focused on his hands in his lap. He felt a sudden jump in his heart and could not stop the sigh at his lips in the relief he felt. For what reason, he didn’t quite know.

“I will manage. I am doing this as a favor to the Headmaster,” Snape said but his voice seemed to trail off a bit. “I was already aware of the circumstances, so do not concern yourself with me and keep yourself to your studies.”

For some reason, Harry found Snape’s words a bit encouraging, whether or not they were meant to be. He was beginning to see Snape in a new light. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy.

“But I will reiterate on the importance that you do not break the outlined rules and do not interrupt me in my personal study. Is that understood?” Snape seemed to glare once more. Harry felt a chuckle in the deep of his throat that he dare not allow to creep out. He merely nodded. Somehow, Snape seemed to be trying to be the normal potion’s professor he had always known and hated, but something lie hidden beneath Snape‘s actions that Harry couldn‘t help wonder what it could be.


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The next days passed without event. Harry kept himself to the materials and studies he was to have by the end of the week. Snape was always in his study for whatever reason. However, he seemed to always be out in the living room with tea after dinner to read while Harry worked on his assignments. It was a blissful time where neither one of them spoke but it seemed to be something of a comfort to Harry and something that he had come to look forward to.

Today was no different. Harry was in his usual pace with his assignments and since he had nothing better to do, he consumed himself in it and was working diligently on finishing it early to give himself time to read the second volume of Myths and Legends. He heard Snape walk into the room; the man did it with grace, but Harry could always sense when the man walked in. He looked up and their eyes caught for a moment. He felt himself begin to blush and he quickly returned his gaze to his assignment. After finishing the last of it, he compiled all the assignments and turned to Snape.

“I’ve finished,” Harry said as he handed the materials to Snape.

“Before schedule, I see. I guess when put to it, it can be done.” Snape took the papers and spelled them away; to where, Harry didn’t know. Harry was accustomed to Snape’s humor, so he wasn’t phased by it

“It seems you will have the next three days to yourself then, Mister Potter.” Snape picked up his novel and began to read. Harry found himself smiling and took a small sip of his tea.

“Um, Professor…”

Snape looked up from his book, and Harry expected him to look agitated, but the man showed no sign of impatience so he continued. “When will I be able to go outside? I’d like to get out of the house, even just for a moment.”

“I’ll speak to the Headmaster. I’m sure that he will have no objections as long as you are accompanied.” Snape looked back to his book and Harry found himself speaking again.

“But who will I find to accompany me sir?”

“If it will get you to stop whining Potter, I will accompany you. Just remember, I do not have a lot of time,” Snape said as he continued to look at his book.

“Thank you so much sir…” Harry felt himself beam a brilliant smile.

Harry was too caught up in his thoughts and missed the small smirk that formed itself on Snape’s lips watching Harry look positively overjoyed by the thought of just being able to get out of the house for a moment.

Harry grabbed the second volume of the book he had been reading and sat down on the couch. He hadn’t realized that it was the side closest to Snape, but Harry wasn’t really in his right mind since he was thinking of all the places he wanted to go and which one he would go to. He wanted to make it fun for Snape to, but of course, he didn’t think the man knew what fun is let alone had any, so he decided to concern himself with the places he wanted to go solely.

After reading for what seemed like a few hours, Harry’s eyes began to feel heavy, so he excused himself and went off to bed. His mind was full of all sorts of things and so when he put himself in the bed, he completely forgot to take the potion that Snape had given him specifically for his night episodes. He curled up into the covers with a smile and closed his eyes.

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His body jerked as he saw an image of a man who looked to be caught in a scream. His face soon contorted into a face of pain, and Harry’s body erupted into shots of indescribable pain. He curled into the pain and then jerked out against the air. His screams soon filled the room as images of faces zoomed through his vision. He felt hands on his shoulders, holding him down from the spasms causing him to curl up towards the sky.

“Ahhh,” Harry screamed as his body jerked up and he whimpered in turn. Snape held Harry down while he struggled to get the potion down Harry’s throat, but at no avail. Harry was jerking too much that he couldn’t get it into his mouth. Harry whimpered again and struggled against the hold. His scar trailed blood to the side of his head. He screamed out and felt his body erupt into shivers. Suddenly, lips elapsed over his own and a cold liquid forced its way down his throat. He swallowed and whimpered once more. His lips moved against the ones that were slowly moving away in an effort to receive more relief to his strained throat.

Harry slung an arm around Snape’s neck, not aware of his waken state, and kissed him passionately as his body shivered through the last of the pains. He whimpered once more and felt the lips on his suddenly press roughly into him, a tongue filling his mouth. He moaned as the kiss continued. The tongue touched the depths of his mouth and the warm lips moved against his just as eagerly. His other arm went around the neck, and he heard a low groan in the man’s voice and a body was pressed roughly against his. His legs slung open and were filled with the man’s hard groan thrusting eagerly into his own.

His eyes opened a bit and found Snape’s face close to his own. Was this a dream? He felt the hard thrust of the man’s hips into his and he curled up with a loud moan as the pleasure of being rub overtook his thoughts. Snape’s lips trailed to his throat and sucked eagerly at the skin of his jugular.

“Ah…professor,” Harry cried out as his hips began to move unevenly at his approaching orgasm. He couldn’t contain his voice as he soon felt himself fall over the edge and into complete bliss. He curled up against the body as he continued to ride the waves of his orgasm. Snape above him stiffened and groaned. Harry felt the hot breath on his neck as the man came. The two lie there beneath the heavy breathing that broke the silence of the room. Harry suddenly felt the weight of what had just happened. He hoped that this was just a dream since he couldn’t face the day tomorrow.

“Uh,” he felt the heat rushing to his cheeks. He had just…with Snape? Before he could say anymore, Snape stood up and righted himself before briskly leaving the room and shutting the door with a loud thud. Harry rubbed his face feeling close to tears. He couldn’t understand what had just happened, nor could he understand why Snape had reacted the way he did. Snape could have just pushed him away.

Harry suddenly felt dirtier than he had ever felt in his entire life. He quickly rushed off into the bathroom, removed his clothes, and stepped into the heated bath. He shivered at the memory of Snape above him. His lips felt the warmth of the other’s as it lingered. He pressed his fingers to the place where Snape had touched and then quickly removed them with the shake of his head. If only he could understand why Snape hadn’t pushed him away. Why hadn’t Snape pushed him away?!

He quickly dried off and returned to the room. A part of him wished that Snape would be waiting for him, but another part hoped to not see Snape again for a while so that he could forget this had ever happened. He returned to an empty room and curled himself beneath the covers hoping to go to sleep never to wake up.


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Harry awoke to the sun brightly shining in the room. He looked around the room and then curled back beneath the covers. Since he had finished all of his assignments, it was best to keep himself locked away in the room. He knew it was just a way to hide, but the childish part of him wanted nothing more than to hide from the truth the rest of his life.

There was a sudden banging at the door. Harry sat up and watched as Snape walked into the room. Their gazes met for a moment before Harry looked down at his hands. He couldn’t even look at Snape after what had happened.

“Get dressed Potter,” Snape said quickly.

“Sir?” Harry looked up for a moment before returning his gaze down. He felt a slight blush looking at the face of the man that had made him come just the night before.

“Get. Dressed. Potter,” Snape said leaving the room.

Harry felt his heart sink. Snape was arranging for him to leave; he was sure of it. Why else would he ask him to get dressed in a hurry. Harry felt his heart in his throat as he fought off the urge to cry. Tears brimmed his eyes as Harry hurried to get dressed, and packed away his items. Harry quickly took off towards the living are to meet Snape, belongings in hand.

Snape looked up from where he was sitting and his gaze fell on the suitcase in Harry’s hand. “Why do you have that Potter?”

Harry looked down at the suitcase before looking up. “Um, but weren’t you asking me to get ready so that you could return me to Hogwarts sir?”

“No Potter, we are going out like you had asked before this. I have a day free to take you, so I decided we would go to Homestead early as I would like to be back before noon. Now go put that back in the room and we shall leave.” Harry rushed off, his heart racing in his chest. He placed the case down at the foot of the bed before rushing off to meet with Snape. Once he was ready, Snape put a hand on his shoulder that seemed to burn through the clothing and the familiar feeling of flying and weightlessness followed.

The streets were busy with travelers, witches, and wizards. Harry felt suddenly at home and followed Snape like an eager dog through the streets. They visited stores that Snape needed to get items from. Snape took Harry to a place on the corner to eat where they made light conversation. Surprisingly, despite the previous night’s events, the day seemed just like any other. The day passed by quickly and Harry found himself having more fun with Snape then he had in a long while with any of his friends.

Suddenly, he realized he had yet to talk to Ron and Hermione about the current events or even where he was. He blushed silently at the thought of telling his two best friends what had occurred between him and Snape.

“Potter,” Snape said again.

“S-sorry sir,” Harry looked up with the blush still staining his cheeks.

“Its time to leave,” Snape said putting a hand on Harry’s shoulder and the feeling once again engulfed him. They appeared in the living area with the fire casting dark shadows on the walls. Harry hadn’t realized how late in the day they had stayed. Snape had stayed out with him for the entirety of the day even though he had made it seem as though they would only before there for a couple of hours. His sudden realization of this caused him to feel awkwardly selfish.

“I, uh, thanks for today professor. I guess I should head to bed,” he said turning to leave. He felt a hand on his shoulder that turned him towards the man he had feared to look at the entire day. He looked up, the blush from earlier returning to his cheeks. His heart raced deep inside his chest. He went to speak, but before he could do so, Snape leaned in and pressed his lips forcefully against his. He let out a surprised groan and felt a sudden weakness in his knees. An arm came around his waist and pressed him against a hard chest. He was pulled deeper into the kiss. His eyes closed and his mouth opened. Snape’s tongue slid slyly into his mouth and his met the other with a shy touch.

He felt his back against a hard wall and moaned as he felt a hardness touching against his stomach. Snape pulled away, their breathing heavy and mingled. He couldn’t help but breathe heavily at his racing heart.

“Do not speak, Potter.” Before Harry could even respond, his mouth was once more being devoured. Large hands slid beneath the material of his shirt and the cold air touched against Harry‘s chest contrasting the feel of hot fingertips. Fingers touched and pinched his sensitive nipples.

Harry turned his head away and let out a surprised gasp. Hot lips attached themselves to his neck. Harry brought his hand to his mouth to quiet his moans, but the hand was quickly torn away and slammed onto the wall above his head. He closed his eyes to the intense sensations and reality of the situation. He was being pressed against a wall by a man who never showed any true emotion in the slightest passionate way other than anger.

He could feel Snape’s lips at his collarbone, sliding along the protruding skin and wrapping themselves around it with small nibbles. His body reacted accordingly by tightening in his stomach and sending delicious shivers down his arms, through his legs and finally into his toes, curling them. His chest heaved heavily and all he could do was keep himself from fainting. He wanted to believe this a dream because he couldn’t comprehend it actually being reality.

Instead, he was brought out of his mind when a hand grabbed his hot arousal waiting beneath. Harry let out another surprised moan and turned his face to Snape’s. Suddenly, it was all too apparent how real this was. Snape’s eyes were dark pools of desire. If he was seeing correctly, it seemed there was a fire in their depths, blazing out of control. The man looked positively enticing. His hair draped around his face hiding yet adding eroticism to it. Sweat beaded at the man’s brow.

Harry bit at his lip lightly when Snape’s finger trailed over the head of his erection. The sensation was better than anything he could have ever done for himself. Despite himself, he started to wonder what this really was. Why would Snape be doing this? Didn’t he hate him?

Harry closed his eyes tightly. “Professor…”

Snape’s eyes traveled back to Harry’s just as Harry had decided to open his. Their gaze locked and Harry’s blush only seemed to grow darker. He didn’t even quite know what he wanted to say. Everything in his head was racing at him all at once. He never expected himself in this type of situation and Merlin knows he never thought it would happen with Professor Snape.

Only one word came to his lips, “Why…?”

They stared at each other disregarding their previous passionate hysterics. The sound of their breathing the only sound for what seemed like endless minutes. Then Snape sighed heavily, another first for Harry. Never had he seen the man look so defeated. His heart stopped in his chest while he waited.

“I myself do not know, Potter. I have asked myself the same question countless times, and yet it seems that since I had first discovered it, it only seemed to grow to the point of no control. Do not ask me to further explain it. This is all I will tell you,” Snape said as he moved away slightly. Harry felt the sudden weight of the confession. His body shivered at the loss at contact and he had wished he had just not spoken at all.

“Oh,” Harry said also feeling defeated. He himself could not understand his feelings towards Snape either. He didn’t understand how each time he was near him, he became completely immersed in the feelings. He suddenly felt naked. His shirt was just above his chest and his pants were unbuttoned.

Harry wanted to run away. He wanted to hide himself once more because the embarrassment of everything that had just occurred was overwhelming. They stood there in silence. Harry’s body was shaking and he couldn’t let his eyes move from the place they had been staring for the duration.

“This was an unprecedented mistake,” Snape finally reserved himself to say. He let a small sigh escape his lips and walked from the room leaving Harry to marinate in those words.

Harry did all he could to keep from allowing the tears brimming in his eyes from falling. A mistake? That’s all Snape thought it was? He pressed his hands to his face as the tears streamed from his eyes. Hot emotion boiling over causing him to slide down the wall from weakened knees. A mistake…

Harry curled into himself his body shivering with the tears of his pain. Another person to tell him that he was a mistake. He whimpered a bit and let the tears fall from his eyes and stain over his arms. He hadn’t felt like crying this hard since Sirius’s death. He hadn’t allowed himself to since he vowed he would never allow another person into his heart. Snape had touched a place he had left dormant for such a long time, only to call that act a mistake.

Harry tipped his head back and looked to the ceiling. He needed to get out otherwise he would suffocate. He picked himself up and without thought to the one he left behind took off and out of the main door.

The night air bit at him as it was mid-winter. Harry wrapped his arms tightly around himself but would not turn back. Despite his growing numbness to the feeling in his arms and legs, his mind was more numb then anything else could be. He couldn’t understand his own feelings. He felt as if his heart had been ripped from his chest. What was this feeling? He had the same reaction when Sirius had fallen into the veil, but he hadn’t felt it on such a level.

Harry’s feet carried him away. His mind was overwhelmed and he couldn’t see straight through the tears. A curdled cry escape his lips as he continued forward. The night was of no comfort. The darkness only made him feel that much more alone. He finally arrived in an expanse of field. The stars shined brightly in the sky and his eyes caught the glamorous sight. For a moment, he forgot his tears and hurting chest. The stars enamored him to the point of a blank mind.

A voice came from behind him and before he could respond, he fell into a dark sleep.

HPSSHPSSHPSSHPSSHPSSHPSS

Harry’s eyes shuttered open. A hard floor met his senses and he tried to move his body, but he felt and heard the clink of a chain. He tried to shake away the blurred surroundings before realizing that his glasses were gone. He closed his eyes as his head felt it would cave in on itself. The throbbing in his temples caused him to tense. He felt sick to his stomach and the constant sound of water dripping was causing his head to throb double.

“Too good of you to honor us with your presence Potter,” said a voice from beyond the darkness. Harry recognized the voice only as Lucius Malfoy. He groaned as his joints protested his movements. “No need to get up. Of course, if you were to try, you would not be able to since you have a broken leg and are chained to the floor.”

Lucius chuckled from beyond, and Harry could here footsteps coming closer to him. He cringed at the sound as it sent his head into hysterics. The throbbing was unbearable sickening. He decided to reserve himself to no movement at all as it would only cause more pain.

“Although, I do have to add how delicious it is to see the Great Harry Potter on the floor, chained down,” he said with a small chuckle. Harry did not relish in the idea of Lucius looking at him on the floor. Suddenly, he was hit with fear. He couldn’t feel any clothes. His skin touched cold stone in the places where he wasn’t numb. He shivered at that. His body, however, protested the movement.

“Mmm,” he groaned as the pain curled through his aching joints.

“How sweet it would be to take you by force and make you cry,” Lucius continued. “However, the Dark Lord has made it clear that you are not to be touched.”

Harry felt a sigh escape his lips. Not that he was happy that he was there, but that he wouldn’t have to be forced into more pain then he already had to endure. He found himself suddenly hoping that he had not left the house. His head soon filled with more fear. What would happen to Snape?

“Though, it is interesting that you were staying with Severus. Of course, Severus is speaking to the Dark Lord about this,” Lucius seemed to be talking to himself more than he was to Harry. “I was lucky to have happen to be on my way to visit Severus. I found you and could not stop myself.”

Harry felt pain shake through him as Lucius casted the Crutasious Curse. He screamed as the pain touched every part of him. The feeling of being torn apart, ripping from head to toe. His back curled up and then down and his screams filled the room. Finally the curse was removed and his heavy breathing became the only sound. He felt tears stream down his face as he heard footsteps walking into the distance. He cried to himself. He was sure that he could do nothing, but he felt only regret for having been oblivious. He tried to move but soon the pain caused his head to spin and he fell into a deeper darkness.

“Harry,” he heard a voice in the deep darkness. “Wake up.”

His body shivered at the sensation of being lifted. He cried out as pain began to reawaken through his limbs. His eyes opened and a blurred figure was all he could see. He felt the weightless feeling of flying and soon he felt the figure carrying him walking. He held tightly though his arms protested in pain.

He was settled down on the softness of a bed. He was given his glasses and small sips of cool water. When the figure came into focus, his heart jumped into his throat. Snape looked as if years had passed him by. He had darkened circles beneath his eyes and looked to be in a bit of pain himself. But how? How did they get out?

Another voice came from beyond his vision. “Severus, you too need to lie down.”

Madam Pomfrey came into view holding her wand in one hand and a vial in the other. She handed it to Harry and he obediently drank it. Her wand trailed over him and with a small sigh began to work through him. He felt a bit better and relaxed into the comfort of the bed.

“We were lucky this time,” she stated with a small tut-tut of her voice. She then turned to work on Snape, doing much of the same as she did for Harry. He felt his limbs relax into ecstasy and he felt his eye lids growing heavy. Right before he fell into unconsciousness, he heard Dumbledore’s voice.

“It is no longer safe for the both of you to stay here.”


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Harry awoke to a bright room. His eyes shuttered open and he could see Dumbledore smile to his side. He rubbed his eyes and put his glasses on.

“Headmaster?”

“Ah, you are finally awake Harry. I’m glad you look to be doing better,” Dumbledore said with a glint of his eyes. “I hope you feel well enough to eat. I took it upon myself to have something ready for you for when you woke.”

Harry nodded his eyes and began to eat the food presented to him. He sighed in silent relief of the taste. It felt like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

“Where am I, sir?” Harry said after swallowing the food he was chewing.

“My personal cottage,” Dumbledore said looking around. “It’s a safe place for you and Professor Snape to stay for the time being. Voldemort seems aware of Professor Snape’s involvement with us. It seems that you will be here for a little while. How are you feeling?”

“Um, good sir. I’m sorry,” Harry said as he felt the weight of Dumbledore’s words.

“Do not live in regrets, Harry. What is done is done,” Dumbledore said with a small smile. “You are safe and that is all that matters.”

Dumbledore turned to the medi-witch and gave a small direction. She nodded her head and then left through the door. “As you are doing well, I will take my leave. Professor Snape will report to me if there are any needs.”

Harry nodded and the headmaster walked from the room. He sighed and relaxed back against the headboard. If he hadn’t left, he wouldn’t have caused so much for the headmaster. He couldn’t help but regret.

His thoughts were cut short by someone clearing their throat. Harry looked up to meet with dark eyes. His heart stopped and he felt his body fidget. He didn’t know what to say to apologize, so he stared silently.

Snape came to the side of the bed, his face unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that Harry didn’t quite recognize. They stayed silent for some time before Snape finally spoke.

Harry was expecting him to yell or scold him, but Snape sat himself down with his face away from Harry.

“It was lucky that more wasn’t done,” he said with an unwavering voice. “You were in that room for almost a week before I got to you.”

Harry felt his mouth open for a moment, but quickly shut it.

“That night,” Snape said but seemed a bit hesitant. “It was not in my better judgment to have said such a thing to you especially under the circumstances.”

Another first for Harry, Snape seemed to be…apologizing?

“No sir,” Harry interrupted. “It was my fault for leaving.”

“It was for that matter, but I knew it to be due to my lack of control and thus my lack of explanation,” Snape said sounding a bit defeated. They sat there in silence once more, both hesitant to say more. Harry felt his heart racing in his chest. He finally realized why it had hurt so much when Snape had said those words. He finally understood that he was in love with Snape. Despite everything, he had fallen in love with the man.

“Sir,” Harry begun feeling completely uneasy at what he was about to confess, but if he didn’t say so now, he never would. “I…uh, well…I think I might…”

“Oh out with it Potter!” Snape said impatiently.

“I love you,” Harry said quickly. His face probably went five shades redder than it ever had been before. With his eyes downcast, he watched his hands as he interweaved them over and over.

Snape looked stiff. He wasn’t moving and his eyes were directly away from Harry for what seemed like hours. Snape then moved, turning his body towards Harry. Their eyes met and without a spoken word, Harry understood what were in Snape’s eyes. He too felt the same way.

Their lips met in a fevered kiss that soon turned into Snape pinning Harry to the bed with a hard body. Harry’s joints no longer hurt so the action itself was not painful but surprising. It felt that if they could climb out of their skin they would at the way Snape clung to him and how his body curled to cling in return. Harry moaned into the mouth that was intoxicating him with passion.

Their bodies moved together and soon the clothes were only things that were getting in their way. Snape seemed to read Harry’s mind as he pulled out his wand and spelled away their clothes. Harry couldn’t help the blush forming on his cheeks feeling the man, naked above him. His modesty took hold but before he could do anything to react, he was pulled into another passionate kiss that left him crying out for air and pleading for release.

“Professor!” Harry pleaded as the man’s hands seem to touch everywhere but where he wanted it the most.

Snape’s eyes seemed to dance and he attached his lips to Harry’s neck as he slid his fingers over his erection but went farther still. Harry was suddenly pulled into reality when they touched a part of him that he had never once considered erotic or pleasurable. Snape whispered a spell and his fingers were suddenly coated in a slippery liquid that he pressed deep inside of Harry.

Harry curled up and cried out. The feeling was uneasy, but not painful. He was surprised by the feel of Snape’s fingers deep inside of him, touching places never touched before this. His mind was still having a hard time wrapping around the idea of him having Snape, naked, above him.

Snape seemed to groan at his response and he caught a glimpse of the man’s erection as it seemed to bounce. Harry’s eyes widened at the length and width of it. Snape was gifted as a man. Harry took this moment to assess all other parts like the musculature that seemed to flex with the movement of the man’s fingers. Harry was caught off guard by the sudden pleasure spiral he felt when the man curled his fingers touching a place deep inside.

“Ahh,” he moaned. Snape continued to touch that part of him causing more of his voice outbursts. Harry moaned again as his body shined in sweat produced by the shivers of constant pleasure.

“You never cease to amaze me, Potter.” Snape had already filled him with three fingers and worked them expertly inside. Harry’s eyes rolled back as the man’s voice was nothing less than erotic. He couldn’t think as his professor continued to finger him, strategically preparing him for what was to come.

Harry arched his back as once more that pleasure spot inside of him was pressed and he came hard. His body curled and turned with the spasms of pleasure that coated him internally.

Snape pulled his fingers from Harry and took the opportunity to delve deep inside of Harry with his erection as Harry could be no more relaxed than he already was. The surprise penetration cause Harry to cry out. Despite Snape’s efforts, he could not make the first experience devoid of pain.

Snape hushed Harry with his soothing voice. “It will only hurt at first.”

Harry tried to calm himself as Snape pulled out slightly only to press himself back in, spreading Harry further. He shut his eyes tightly and bit at his lip. Snape continued to thrust and soon Harry was writhing beneath him as he curved himself up to meet with Harry’s prostate.

“Ah,” Harry cried out. Each thrust caused his soften erection to soon spawn up again with heat. Snape’s face above him was enough for him to blush again at the sudden modesty of the situation.

Snape groaned again, his speed increasing. Harry did all he could to have his hips meet Snape’s but couldn’t quite keep the pace. However, he didn’t have to try long. Snape stiffened above him and Harry could feel a liquid warmth coating his insides. He groaned and the friction of their bodies caused Harry to come just after Snape.

Snape collapsed to the side of Harry, speaking a spell that cleansed them of their juices. Harry could only try to catch his breath after the mind-blowing orgasm. His mind was free from thought due to the euphoria his body felt. It was enough to make him feel like falling deep into a sleep that he may never wake from.

“Professor?” he found himself asking.

“What is it Potter?” Snape moved so that his body faced towards Harry, and yet again a blush stained his cheeks from the awkward modesty that he felt even after committing the act of sexual intimacy.

“Does this mean you like me?” Harry chuckled to himself as Snape let out a defeated groan.

“Despite my better judgment, I had to fall for the most insolent, idiotic boy of the century.” Snape said more to himself than to Harry.

“So in other words…” Harry trailed into “…you like me.”

Snape growled low in his throat and rolled on top of Harry who was lost in his laughter. He forced their lips together, silencing Harry and answering him all at once.

The End.


Author’s Final Note:

While I’m fully aware this one shot leaves quite an opening, it would be up to my readers and reviewers to decide whether or not I write an Epilogue. I have often written stories about Snape and Harry but life gets busy and sometimes I don’t finish them. This is why I have resorted to writing a one shot with the option of a follow-up. Review and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!