Saturday morning came too quickly for Harry, each day bringing more and more dread as the speculation of who he loved continued to play out in the media. But Saturday morning did come and he knew that it was time to face the music. "If I'm lucky, I may still have a job when I wake up tomorrow," he thought to himself as he made his way to the fireplace. He stood there dumbly with a handful of Floo powder in his hand before he threw it in yelling, "Weasley Chambers, Hogwarts!"

He knew it was rude to Floo in unannounced, but he wanted as much of a reprieve as he could get before he faced Severus, who was probably waiting in his quarters to kill him. Ron rushed out from the kitchen, wand at the ready, as Harry straightened himself up.

"You really shouldn't do that without warning mate," Ron said lowering his wand. "Though I can't say I blame you, I'd want to avoid him too if I were you."

"I don't want to avoid him, I have to. Survival mechanism. He's likely to end me if he sees me."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Hermione piped in entering from the kitchen. "Ginny was here earlier this week and Severus has been in a much better mood ever since." Hermione smiled brightly as if the idea of his ex-girlfriend talking to his would be lover was a comforting thought.

"Ginny?" He turned to Ron. "Why would Ginny be here?" And what business would she have with Severus?

"She said she needed some sort of potion, I don't know," Ron said taking a seat on the couch. "I learned a long time ago that I generally don't want to know what my sister is up to." Hermione rolled her eyes at this, though Harry rather thought that Ron had a point. Unfortunately, this was one of those times that it was imperative that he know what Ginny was getting up to.

"Ginny doesn't need a reason to be at the castle other than she has friends here. You must have noticed that she and Severus have become close." She paused here to consider her words. "Well, close for the Headmaster that is."

Ginny and Severus were hitting it off. Perhaps it was the idea of Severus hosting guests, though he'd grown accustomed to visiting the man, himself. But he never felt like a guest. That, he supposed, was the difference. "Yeah, she might've mentioned something." Of course none of that was what really had him worried. Ginny possessed a number of the same qualities that attracted him to Severus, namely an imaginative vindictiveness and the dominance to do something about it. They were also both too smart for their own good. The idea that they were together, most likely talking, no plotting, about him was fantastically unnerving.

"Ron, would you mind running down to my quarters and retrieving my map and cloak?"

"Why don't you just Floo there?"

"Because he might be there."

"Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing." Harry and Ron looked at Hermione as though she were mad. "You're going to have to man up and face him eventually, right? It won't be the first time."

Harry picked up a copy of The Prophet and held it up for Hermione to see. "This little gaffe isn't in keeping with giving Severus time and space or respecting his privacy, things I agreed I'd do at Ron's suggestion. You agreed." He tossed the paper back down where he found it. "I'm not sure he would kill me. I think he'd just crush every hope I have of this working and send me away." He shrugged "I'd rather just avoid him."

They stared at him for a moment before Ron finally spoke. "Look on the bright side mate, at least he knows you're serious now." Ron tried and failed miserably to keep a straight face and started laughing before he'd even finished. Hermione joined in shortly after and Harry couldn't keep hold it together any longer. Ron did have a point, and put like that it was kind of funny.

"All the same," Harry managed, "I'm not terribly keen to have that conversation yet."

"And do you see yourself becoming keen on it any time in the foreseeable future?" Hermione asked.

"Define 'foreseeable future'," he said sheepishly.

Hermione frowned. "There's a reason you can't answer that question, Harry. You can't hide from him forever."

"I don't want to avoid him forever, just for right now."

Hermione approached him and put her hands on his shoulders. "I am already more involved than I wish I was. If you want to hide, fine, but you're not doing it here." With that she firmly led him from their quarters leaving him in the hall alone.

He stumbled into the middle of the hall looking nervously in each direction. The corridor was completely empty. He slowly began making his way back to his chambers, keeping a vigilant eye out for Severus. His pace quickened as he finally realized he would make it back unnoticed.

Harry let out a deep sigh as he closed the door to his chambers. He poured himself a glass of firewhiskey and sat down on the couch. There he found a note.

Meet meatthe mirror atmidnight.

Severus

"Wellatleast hesignedhisfirst namethistime." Harry thought to himself. Though he'd handed this opportunity to Severus on a silver platter he was now very, very nervous. The closer the time came the more nervous he became, but he also found himself growing excited. The more he thought about it the more he realized what a good thing this really was. This meant Severus was willing to at least consider Harry. He might yet have a shot.

At the appointed hour he presented himself in the room. Snape was already waiting for him. Harry heard the door close behind him and saw Severus put some sort of non-verbal locking spell on it.

"Hand over your wand Potter."

Severus couldn't help but smirk at the look of trepidation that passed over Potter's face even as he complied with the command. As he took the younger man's wand he allowed his fingers to trace lightly over Harry's causing him to shudder just a bit. Snape pocketed the wand and motioned for Potter to stand not much farther than where he himself had stood only a few weeks earlier.

"Take off your clothes," Snape said. "Slowly," he added as he noticed Potter's haste. Once the young man was completely naked Severus bond him with invisible ropes. Harry gasped at the sensation. "You need to learn self control, Professor Potter. How better than with a practical example?"

Slowly, he circled the restrained wizard in front of him. Severus planned on getting the full view. He was surprised at how many scars he found criss crossing the young man's form. He'd known they were there, but he'd never allowed himself to believe that they would be as extensive as they actually were. Then again, one did not face The Dark Lord as often as they had without picking up a few reminders along the way.

His perusal complete he faced the man once more. Even without touching him it was obvious that he was turned on, though not as obviously so as Severus might have wished. Still, he had a whole hour in which to tease him. Harry would find no satisfaction in this room tonight. Slowly Severus removed his own clothing watching every reaction his movements elicited. He turned around to give Harry the full view as he pulled his own wand out of his robe pockets.

He saw the boy stiffen as he turned and pointed his wand straight at his chest. Severus just smirked. He sent one of his own non-verbal charms his way. He couldn't wait to see the look on Harry's face when he realized exactly what that particular charm did. He summoned the vial of Polyjuice potion from his robes and plucked a hair from Harry's head.

"It's better when the sample is fresh," he said before dropping it into the vial.

Harry cleared his throat. "It's too bad I didn't know that before I went," he remarked suggestively. Severus was unsurprised that Potter was willing to risk incurring his wrath at such a time. Indeed, he suspected Harry was counting on it. He withheld, choosing instead to fire another nonverbal charm at him. Harry writhed a moment, then looked back at Severus with a silent smirk.

Severus placed the hairs in the phial and watched as the color changed from grey to bright gold. "Ever smelled or tasted your own polyjuice before?"

Harry shook his head. "I've seen it. Heard complaints about it."

Severus sniffed the phial and raised an eyebrow. He thrust it quickly under Harry's nose. "Smell it," he commanded.

Harry complied readily. "Grass," he began, staring at Severus. "And rain."

Severus nodded and snatched the phial back to his nose. "Freshly mown," he mumbled. He put a bit on his finger and held it up to Harry's mouth.

Harry observed Severus's finger for a brief second and looked back up at him. "What happens if I taste it?" Severus shrugged and shook his head. Frowning, Harry leaned in and took Severus's finger between his lips. He slid the top of his tongue over the tip.

There were a few moments of silence. "Nothing happens," Severus finally offered.

"It's weird," Harry replied.

Severus nodded. "It always is." He turned the phial upside down and chugged its contents, unwilling to give up a drop regardless of how it might taste. As he finished, he licked his lips and chuckled. "Shepherd's Pie?" he asked with some disbelief. "And is that . . .."

"Dark chocolate," Harry interjected. "It's bitter. Sorry about that."

Severus shrugged. "I don't go in for sweets," he said, his face contorting as he began the uncomfortable transfiguration. Once it was complete, he looked down to realize he really couldn't see much of anything.

"No wonder you're constantly running into things," he said taking the boys glasses and producing a replica for himself. Glasses in place he was finally able to see everything he wanted to. He pointed his wand at the mirror and used the incantation he'd learned from Potter to confund it. "Ready or not," Severus drawled before moving to stand in front of it.

He kept his eyes closed at first, but slowly opened them. At first he thought that it hadn't worked as the images and scenes flashing before him were so similar to his own. But then he realized there were, in fact, slight differences. These scenes seemed brighter somehow and the domestic scenes also included the Weasleys from time to time. Severus had never dared hope he would have a chance with Potter much less that he would want to include him in his wider family as well. All he could do was stare dumbfounded by how happy and relaxed both of them seemed to be.

Then the scenes began to shift. They were in Severus's chambers, only on closer inspection it appeared that they both lived there. Harry was trying to read out loud to Severus as the older wizard ran his hands through his hair. This brought Severus back to reality somewhat as he realized he hadn't yet had the chance to show Potter exactly what the first charm did.

Slowly Severus ran his fingers through his hair, lightly grazing his scalp with his nails. He heard Harry gasp as he also felt the sensation.

"Do you like my little spell Potter?"

Harry chuckled over a moan and shook his head, grinning. "You're incredible."

Severus just smirked. "Youwon't find it so incredible when yourealize youcan't move your hands," he thought to himself before turning his attention back to the mirror.

The scenes had already to moved on to exploits of a more serious nature and Severus let his hands roam at will as he took in Harry's delightful imagination. They were in Severus's study, a favorite of his if he were willing to admit it, but Harry's version took it that one step further from being slightly naughty to down right kinky. It was detention like Severus had never hoped to give out to the impertinent brat.

"Harry," he drawled, "I had no idea you were so...adventurous." He thought back to some of the other tid-bits he'd gleaned from Ginerva so that he could make the best of the literal hands-on education he was about the recieeve regarding how, exactly, to bring Potter to his knees.

"Mm, I suspect you're going to learn a lot you didn't . . .." He looked down. "I can't move."

"Can you not? That'd bethe self control we talked about. You really must learn how to control your impulses Potter." Severus ran his hands over his ass. "Tell me, Professor. Do you like that?"

Harry shivered then tensed visibly. "Let me go."

"No, you will stand there helpless as I did." Severus ran his hands through his hair again and watched as Harry shuddered in delight. "Now, tell me what would you like for me to do?"

Harry stared wide eyed at Severus, or rather at himself, as the man once more raked his hands through his hair. Harry feeling every last bit of it. "What have I gotten myself into?" he thought as Severus began taking his cues from the mirror. Try as he might he could not keep himself from moaning out in pleasure as he felt Severus's hands on his body. It was, by far, the most erotic moment of his life.

He wanted to close his eyes and focus on nothing but the sensations, but watching Severus watching his fantasies was a far greater turn on. And Severus wanted Harry to tell him exactly what he wanted. He highly doubted that he would be getting what he wanted tonight - namely for Severus to shag him senseless right here on the floor of the dirty old classroom.

He nearly fell to his knees. He would have if he hadn't been restrained. Severus teased him mercilessly, alternating between wanking off and simply feeling Harry up seven ways from Sunday. He watched helplessly as Snape ceased his ministrations as soon as he began to transfigure back into himself.

Snape pointed his wand at Harry muttering an incantation before tossing it aside. Harry tried to move, but found it was still an impossibility. Severus brought himself to completion in front of Harry. Harry no longer felt the corresponding touches and wanted to kill the man for denying him his own release.

Snape slowly dressed himself before turning back to him. "Thank you, Potter. You've given me much to think about." That said, he strode from the room. Harry was then released from his bonds.

Snape was an idiot if he thought Harry would let him get away with simply leaving him there. No one ever had the nerve to do something like that to him; he had no idea how truly physically painful the experience was. He growled and whined as he relieved his problem.

Severus returned to his office and threw a few charms up at the door. He wasn't interested in Potter bursting in on him and running his good time. He poured a Firewhiskey, pushed some of Neville's herbs into a pipe and lit up. He was unsurprised to hear Dumbldore's voice come out of nowhere.

"You're looking rather relaxed this evening. Satisfied even," the old man said his eyes twinkling. "May I inquire as to what has brought about this pleasing development?"

Severus nodded. "Of course you may ask. Unfortunately for you, I'll give you nothing more than that I'm very pleased with myself right now."

"Only with yourself?"

Severus chuckled and went back to his pipe for a moment. "Mostly with myself," he replied. "Though I'll admit I had help from others." He chuckled. "Now there's something I never thought I'd hear myself say."

"I never thought I'd hear it either, now that you mention it, but I must say that it pleases me. Am I to take it then that you and Harry have worked out your little spat?"

He drained the glass of Firewhiskey and smiled. "Worked it out? I'm not sure. I'm certainly satisfied we're even." Severus began to wonder what point there was keeping Dumbledore out of the loop. "You may as well know you'll be seeing a lot less of Potter. We'll be keeping our visits to my chambers for the most part."

"And how does Harry feel about being 'even'?" Dumbledore gave him a look, "Why do I get the feeling that are still things that need to be sorted out between the two of you? After all, you're in here talking to me again, not talking to Harry."

"There will always be something that needs to be sorted out between us, I think," Severus admitted. Potter was completely impossible and there was no reason to suspect that would change. He wouldn't wantit to change, if he were honest. "Having said that, he probably doesn't think we're even."

"Then why aren't you doing what would make you even?"

"Because I'm toying with him," he replied, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Clearly." He rolled his eyes. "Bloody daft Gryffindor."

"You do realize he is the last living descendant of Slytherin and that one day he will live up to that heritage. Surely you do not want to be on the receiving end of any payback that would ensue."

Severus answered him with a wicked grin. "Actually, I'm not so sure I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of payback like that."

"I really don't want to know what all of this is about, do I?" Albus asked wearily.

"I don't know," Severus replied carefully. "I wouldn't rule it out. But I'll spare you. Suffice it to say, things are precisely as they should be with Potter."

"If you say so, but I won't be surprised when you find out he disagrees," the old man said merrily. It was almost as if Dumbledore were looking forward to the climax of this little drama as much as Severus was.

"Never once did I suggest he would agree," Severus said. "Or if I did, I didn't mean to. I'm rather looking forward to his next move." He smoked a bit and stared at the wall. "I wonder what he has in mind . . .?" he trailed off.

"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough," replied Albus

"Oh, I promise you, it can't happen soon enough . . .."

Harry knew it was way too late, but he didn't know what else to do and so found himself banging on the door of his friends's quarters at nearly two in the morning. Thankfully the next day was Sunday and they could have a lie in. It took quite a while, but eventually Ron answered the door.

"Harry, what are you doing here? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"I need to use your Floo."

"Why can't you use your own Floo?"

"Because I can't get into my rooms right now."

"Why can't . . .." Ron stopped himself abruptly. "You know what, it's too late to be having this conversation. You know where it is." With that, his friend let him in and stumbled back to his bed, leaving Harry to find his own way home.

Once he was back in his quarters, Harry poured himself a drink and thought about what had just happened. He was too turned on to go to Severus. His impulses would override his fury and they would have . . . incredibly good sex? He pushed the thought aside. Severus had gone entirely too far in his pursuit of vengeance. It was a fair point that he'd violated Severus's privacy, but he'd never held the man hostage and tortured him. Where'd he get off thinking that was an apt punishment?

Teeth gritted, he muttered a string of obscenities and cursed the chill that ran down his spine as he recalled all-too-clearly that clever spell he'd experienced. Delightful and infuriating. If he were near Severus he'd be as likely to punch him as jump his bones. Perhaps he'd do both. At any rate, it wasn't the right time to go to Severus. Better he take the time to clear his mind of fury and act rationally for once. If not rational then at least with some awareness of his actions and their potential outcomes. He finished off his drink, took a bit of Severus's potion, and went to bed.

Harry woke up the next morning clear headed and intent on finally proving to Severus that he was his equal in all things, even revenge. He summoned Kreacher to inform him that he would be taking all his meals in his room that day. The first point that would be addressed was his lack of wand. Severus had not seen fit to return it last night before he left. This, of course, limited his options.

He had been studying and practicing wandless magic, however; and though it would be years before he was truly proficient, there were a few spells he had managed to master. Harry didn't doubt that Severus would keep his wand on his person as if it were his own. To get his wand back he'd need to get Severus alone. How best to accomplish that?

Afraid carrying it with him to dinner would be too conspicuous, Harry'd dashed off to the Great Hall a few hours before dinner and tucked his invisibility cloak under the table. He'd be able to carry out his plan easily with the cloak handy.

As usual, Severus did a remarkable job pretending Harry didn't exist at dinner. In fact, he might've improved his technique somewhat. Harry ignored him right back. He was not going to give the man the satisfaction of knowing that he'd gotten to him.

Less than halfway through dinner, Severus stood and left, saying little to anyone on his way out. Harry allowed a few seconds to pass before he, too, stood and, taking the cloak, followed Severus out of sight. He tossed on the cloak and carefully made his way down to the Lab behind Severus. He was able to sneak in just before Snape closed and locked it.

He made his way silently to a corner waiting for the perfect time to strike. He watched as Severus wandered about the labs idly not seeming to be able to concentrate. Finally the man sat down on one of the stools and pulled both Harry's wand and his own from his pocket. He laid his own on the table in front of him.

Harry watched as Severus performed a few simple spells with it. For some reason that bothered Harry more than anything else the man had ever put him through. You did not go around using other people's wands without permission. "Ican'tbelievehewoulddothat," Harry thought to himself as he watched Severus begin to move on to more complex magic. Harry took a deep breath, before channeling his temper and summoning both wands to him.

Severus looked up in amazement as both wands flew towards Harry. At the last possible second he dropped his cloak and caught them deftly. Harry silently bound the man before he'd even had a chance to fully comprehend what was going on.

"I think it's time you and I had a little talk, Headmaster," Harry drawled in his best impression of Snape. Harry walked towards him and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I told you I didn't need my wand."

Snape's eyes closed and a smile crept across his face. "Indeed, you did," he finally acknowledged. "I suppose you're keeping in mind I can function admirably without the aid of a wand or an invisibility cloak?" he replied.

"Can you?" Harry eyed him evilly before muttering an awfully long, awfully obscure curse he'd found while doing research for his N.E.W.T. level classes. "Care to give it a go?" He watched as Severus realized exactly what sort of spell Harry had just used on him and then struggled as he tried to free himself.

"It's time you learned about trust Severus."

"I hope you aren't suggesting one should trust a person who has just restrained one unnecessarily," he replied, annoyed.

"Unnecessarily?" Harry asked, circling Severus. "It is in fact entirely necessary, sir." He paused to run his finger up Severus's spine. "And you only have yourself to blame as you're the one who taught me that."

"Oh, I see," Severus mumbled, shivering. "Tell me. What do you intend to teach me today?"

"Trust. Now tell me Severus, what is it that you want?" Harry watched as the man swallowed a number of times before turning his head away. "That is why I have to restrain you to talk to you. Otherwise you'd just throw me out."

"And who could blame me?" Severus replied. "Anyway, you can't force me to talk to you."

"You're right. If I could we wouldn't be in this sorry mess," he said irritably running his hand through his hair. "Because I never would have gone to that mirror as you if you had trusted me enough to be honest with me."

"Ha!" Severus shouted. "You wouldn't have violated my privacy and spied on the depths of my desire if only I'd told you I liked your kiss?" he laughed. "Yes, that seems perfectly reasonable, Potter."

"It is reasonable when you consider that a) I would already have known your desires and b) I was not the only one spying that night." Harry stood to face him and leaned down until his face was inches from Severus's. "You could have said something then, but you stood there and let me do everything I did."

Again, Snape swallowed hard. "What would you have done?"

Harry trailed his fingers along Severus's jaw. "Now that would depend on what I wanted." Harry's hand drifted down to Severus's chest. "Whether I wanted you to see my fantasies or not. Clearly I wanted you to see them. To know them. Did you not want me to know yours?"

"Of course I did. In time." Snape cleared his throat. "I certainly didn't want them stolen from me."

"Yet you turned me away every time I gave you an opportunity to share them with me. You know me well enough to know that I am not a patient man. How long did you think I would wait for you to make a move?"

"I don'tunderstandhow your impatience justifies your antics."

"I never said it justified them. And you could have stopped me anytime you wanted," he said. Bringing his hand back up to Severus's chin, he forced the man to look at him. "I, on the other hand, was bound and wandless, incapable of stopping you even if I had wanted to, all because you didn't trust me not to change my mind. Am I wrong?" Severus tried to jerk his chin out of Harry's hand but was unsuccessful. "You asked me in the room to tell you what I wanted. Do you still want to know?"

Severus sighed. "You know I do."

"I want you to trust me." With that statement he lifted the curse he'd laid on Severus and stormed out, tossing Snape's wand over his shoulder as he did so.

Harry's plea for trust resonated in Severus's mind the remainder of the evening and much of the following day. He kept to his rooms, considering how he could prove to Harry that he trusted him. Not, of course, that the brat had given him any reason whatsoever to trust him, but he supposed he hadn't exactly proven himself trustworthy, either.

He arrived at dinner still uncertain about his next move. Harry was in attendance, busy at the task of ignoring Severus. He quickly resolved to get Harry's attention by any means necessary. "Handlen Heer," he muttered. He watched as Potter gave an involuntary shudder, but otherwise continued to ignore him.

"HandlenHeer," Severus muttered again. Potter's reaction was the same. "Handlen Femora," he mumbled.

Potter's hands shot down to his lap as he gasped. He quickly covered it up with a manufactured coughing fit. Severus grinned. Apparently Potter enjoyed that little sensation. But how to get him to acknowledge Severus . . .?

It might have been a dirty, dirty move, but it was an irresistible one. "ToccareProstata." Harry actually jumped a little at the sensation. Harry turned and glared at him.

"This is neither the time nor place, Headmaster."

"I know," Severus whispered. "That's what makes it so much fun."

"I am not in the mood for that sort of fun right now, sir." Harry turned back towards Hermione.

Severus sighed and decided to take a different path. He slipped his hand gently onto Harry's thigh, more to get his attention back than anything. "Look here," he whispered.

Harry turned to look at him. "What do you want, Severus?" He asked wearily.

"I'm sorry for the way I've treated you," Severus said quickly, his volume conversational rather than private. "Getting even isn't nearly as important as getting over oneself and I'm old enough to know better." He began whispering again. "Whatever I've thought you did wrong is forgiven."

Potter put his hand over Severus's. "Now is not the time or the place for thateither," he said firmly. Severus looked down certain Harry was about to remove his hand. Instead, he squeezed it lightly. "We can discuss this later over a drink, I promise." Harry took his hand off of Severus's.

"Your quarters or mine?" Severus asked eagerly.

Harry grinned. "Wherever you feel more comfortable."

Severus nodded. "My place is nicer."

"I'll see you after my rounds then." He turned back to Hermione. Severus made to remove his hand from Harry's thigh. Harry put his hand back on top of Severus's and placed it firmly on his thigh once more. It was all the Headmaster could do not to smile and ruin his reputation forever.

It was just after eleven when Harry knocked on his door. Severus, more nervous than he felt he should be, let him in and gestured him towards the living room. He took his time to lock up for the night before following. "I hope I'm not being presumptuous." he thought to himself as he walked into the sitting room. Harry was standing in front of the fire. He turned to look at Severus as he entered the room.

Severus stopped short at the look of impassivity Potter wore. They just stared at each other for a few moments before Harry finally broke the silence.

"Come here, Severus." Severus obeyed without any hesitation and went to stand before Harry. "Good. Now give me your wand."

Severus swallowed at that. He knew that it would be the ultimate sign of trust for him to willingly hand over his wand (especially as he'd never done it before); but could he really trust the man in front of him? He searched Harry's face and eyes in vain for any indication of what the young man was feeling, but he had taught him too well, it seemed. For the first time ever Potter had managed to close himself off completely. It was unnerving, to say the least.

Severus looked down at Harry's outstretched hand as he waited for him to comply. He thought back to all Potter had said the night before. He wouldn't wait forever. Severus slowly drew his wand and placed it in Harry's palm. The young man quickly wrapped his fingers around it and pulled his own wand out. He lay them both on the mantle piece before guiding Severus into his favorite chair.

"Unbutton the top of your robes Severus," he said as he walked over to the cabinet and poured two Firewhiskeys. Severus complied even going as far as to push his collar open wide staring at the fire as he did so. He didn't notice Harry's movements until he looked up and found the man standing in front of him. Instead of handing Severus a drink he put them both on the table. Slowly Harry reached out and traced the scars along Severus's neck before moving his hand up to Severus's face and gently kissing him.

Severus was once again stunned by Harry's actions; this was certainly not what he had been expecting. Harry pulled back and looked at him. Severus willed himself to drop his own mask and allowed Harry to see everything. Finally Harry smiled.

"Now. Tell me what you want."

"What I want now or in the long term? Because honestly, when you tell a man to unbutton his robes, the mind is going to pursue that track, " Severus replied.

"I'll settle for what you want right now. Long term we'll work out as we go,"

Severus stood up abruptly hauling Harry to him before kissing him soundly. "I'd much rather show you. You know talking about these things isn't my strong suit."

"I can settle for that for now," Harry replied before pulling Severus to him for another passionate kiss. Severus quickly took control, deepening the kiss and, with a mere wave of his hand, vanished his and Potter's clothing.

"You're going to have to teach me that one, Severus," Harry said breathlessly as Severus began kissing his way down to Harry's neck, biting him none too gently. He smirked as he heard the young man moan.

"Perhaps," he said making his way over to Harry's ear. "If you behave, of course."

"Hm. I haven't ever really behaved. It seems to have paid off for me thus far," Harry replied, smiling. He pulled Severus's mouth back to his own. The kiss broke rather suddenly.

"Thus far being the key phrase, young man. I'm not one to tolerate your nefarious antics," he joked, looking serious as ever.

"All the more reason to misbehave . . .."

Severus chuckled. "Shut up and come to bed," he ordered, grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him into the bedroom. "Bed," he ordered more sternly, annoyed with watching Harry stand there, naked and clueless.

Harry shot to the bed swifter than Severus imagined was possible. Pervertedly, a smile crept over his face. Harry looked up at him expectantly. Severus chuckled darkly as he slowly made his way over to the bed.

"Eager much?"

"You have no idea," Harry said puling him onto the bed as soon as he was in range. Harry pushed him and down and straddled him once more before kissing him again. There was passion there to be sure, but there was something else in it as well, and Severus could only marvel at the sensations he was feeling as Harry slowly kissed, licked, and bit his way down his body. As always, Harry surprised him by skipping over the obvious and instead devoted his talented mouth to every other inch of his body while simultaneously exploring with his hands.

"He's going to be the death of me," Severus thought idly as Harry made his way back up and finally took his length into his mouth. That was the last coherent thought he had for quite awhile.

Harry smirked as he heard Severus moan in pleasure at his touch and writhe underneath him as sucked the man's cock. This is something he never would have managed on his own, Polyjuice Potion or not, and he'd been wanting to do it for a long time. He stopped only when Severus grabbed him by the hair to guide him back up to his mouth. Harry grinned as he felt himself flipped onto his back.

"I don't want to wait anymore, Harry," Severus whispered in his ear before gently nipping at his lobe.

"No one is stopping you," Harry managed to gasp out as he felt Severus's hand wrap around his erection.

"Tell me what you want Harry," the man drawled as he lazily stroked. Severus sat up placing his hand on Harry's hip maintaining the pace of the exchange. He stroked a little making Harry moan even louder. "Tell me what you want." Harry bit his lower lip as Severus added his mouth, slowly licking him from base to tip. "Tell me..."

"I want you to make love to me Severus." Severus froze for a moment. No one had ever asked that of him before. Love had never before featured in any of his bedroom activities. Harry propped himself up on his elbows and looked at him, though he didn't seem all that distraught at Severus's hesitation. No he just looked up at him with those green eyes, darkened by his lust and looked expectantly at Severus as if waiting for some kind of reply.

Severus licked his lips. "I'm not sure I know how to make love, Harry." He said it simply and openly hoping the young man would understand. He felt Harry's hand close over his, moving it slowly up and down his shaft. Not once did he take his eyes off of Severus.

"You're doing all right so far," he said quickening the pace just a bit. "I trust you, Severus. Whatever you come up with I'm sure will be..." he threw his head back as Severus once more took control.

"You're sure it will be..."

"Quite...satisfactory." The boy was damn near panting now and Severus was barely touching him. Although the urgency was still there, there was a gentleness in the whole exchange that Severus found thrilling. This was nothing like anything else he'd ever experienced. It was turning him on far more than he expected it would.

"I really cannot wait any longer Harry," he ground out, his need overwhelming his desire to draw this out as long as physically possible. He spread Harry's legs wide. As much as Harry was clearly enjoying himself, it did not escape Severus's notice that a look of trepidation passed over his face.

"Harry, have you done this before?"

"Not with a man," he said, looking away, embarrassed.

"I can't believe I'm his first," he couldn't stop himself from thinking. Severus leaned down and stroked his cheek before forcing Harry to look at him. He kissed him gently. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked hoping the answer was yes. He could stop if Harry wanted him to, but he really didn't want to.

"Yes, Severus, I'm sure," he replied before bringing Severus's mouth back to his.

Severus couldn't keep himself from moaning in relief. Slowly, he sat back up. He looked down in wonder at the wanton display Potter made, laying before him, legs spread and fully erect. He smiled. "That's a relief," he replied. Severus slowly slid across the bed and between Harry's legs. As he kissed him, Severus stroked Harry's cock between his fingers and massaged his perineum. One finger a a time, he eased into Harry's asshole. With each new addition came a deeper, more enthusiastic moan.

Severus smiled. "You are ready for this, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically. Harry moaned a response. He kissed Harry again as he slid in the third finger. Harry grabbed the back of Severus's neck firmly.

Severus broke the kiss, took his cock in hand and whispered a lubrication spell. He guided himself just outside of Harry and took a deep breath.

"Isthisreallyhappening?" he thought.

He thrust into Harry delicately. Harry supplied another moan of approval. "Mm, Severus."

Severus grinned and continued slowly, convinced he'd quickly mastered the art of genuine lovemaking.

He lifted Harry's legs over his shoulders and slipped back inside. Harry jumped as Severus's cock made contact with his prostate. "Mmmm..." He was grinning. "Amazing, Severus."

Severus wrapped his fist around Harry's cock tightly and began to massage. Harry grinned. Severus let his hand slip down over Harry's balls. He took them firmly in hand and pulled and rubbed, pushing them up towards his cock. Severus grabbed both in his hands and kneaded them solidly.

Up, down, clockwise, counterclockwise . . . Severus stroked Harry in every imaginable way as he sped up. "Like that?"

"Yesss," Harry hissed. "God, yes."

Severus smiled. He liked to be thought of as a god, even if he was only calling one to mind. He thrust into Harry faster and harder. "Are you going to come for me?"

"Mmm hmm," Harry moaned, panting. "Yesss."

Again, Severus sped up and tightened his grip on Potter's cock.

Harry came suddenly, covering Severus's hands in sticky mess. He kept pushing into Harry, eager to ensure the first time was more than adequate. What could up the ante? Severus reached up and, staring into Harry's eyes, licked the come off of his hands. Harry moaned again and chuckled exhaustedly.

A few more thrusts and Severus found himself spent. He collapsed onto the bed beside Harry. He felt Harry's hand reaching for him and for a moment was worried that Harry might be a cuddler, but the young man merely took his hand in his own. They lay side by side staring at the ceiling and holding hands for quite awhile before Harry turned his head to look at him.

"That was perfect, Severus. Thank you." Harry leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose. "Now I want you to fuck my brains out. Whenever you're up for it again."

Severus grinned, hungrily. "Few more minutes and no problem."

Epilogue:

Harry grabbed his wand and stormed out of his and Severus's chambers. Severus reached him just as he reached the hall and grabbed his arm.

"Where are you going?" Severus hissed as Harry tried to yank his arm free.

"I'm going out." They stared at each other angrily, neither of them noticing Ginny and Ron making their way down the hall.

"You can't just walk out because we're having a fight."

Itwas their first fight. Harry could hear the underlying fear in Severus's voice. He was scared that even after five months Harry really was leaving him. He stopped trying to get away and turned into Severus's arms.

"I'm not walking out," he said running his hand down the older man's chest before cupping him. "I'm simply taking a walk to calm down. Now. I've grown just as fond of your balls as I'm sure you are and if we keep talking about this right now I'm not sure I'll be able to stop myself from hexing them off."

"Why do I always have to walk in on these conversations?" Ron lamented as they took in the scene in front of them. Harry stepped away from Severus removing his hand as he did so.

"What have you done now?" Ginny asked. She had her hands on her hips and was glaring at Harry. Severus smirked at his diminutive protector.

"I haven't done anything. It's just a fight. Like a 'two people who are used to having their privacy," he looked at Severus pointedly, "and have just begun living together' kind of fight."

"Well. I was just stopping by to see if Severus fancied a Chess match, but I can see he's busy. I'll be in my quarters if you're up for it later, sir." Ron turned on his heel and retreated.

"An interesting choice of words," Severus muttered under his breath causing Harry to laugh and Ginny to giggle.

"I'm going to leave you two to do whatever it is you do do when I'm not around," Harry said. "Severus, I love you, but you're pissing me off right now. I'll see you at dinner and we'll talk later." He said squeezing Severus's arm reassuringly. "Ginny, try not to be such a bad influence on him."

Turning to go, Severus caught him by the arm once more and pulled him into an embrace. "I love you too, brat," Severus whispered in his ear before kissing him soundly. He released Harry, now slightly dazed, before gesturing Ginny to precede him into their chambers.

Harry walked out of the castle already feeling better about their fight. They would make it through this, hopefully without anyone being dosed or bound. At least not without consent. He was halfway to Hogsmeade when he ran into a very excited George Weasley walking up the path to the castle.

"Where's Severus?"

"In our rooms plotting with your sister." The look on George's face when he shared that bit of news put him into an even better mood. This man at least seemed to understand why that could be a very bad thing.

"Let's hope they don't get it into their minds to take over the world or something."

"'Chosen One' or not I'm moving to Antarctica if it comes to that," he said half seriously. "Why are you looking for Severus?"

"I'll show you, but only if you promise not to tell him yet. I want to be there when he finds out for the first time."

"Finds out about what?"

George pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Harry.

"You've got to be kidding me." Harry looked up at George in wonder.

"Nope. That is Severus Snape on a Chocolate Frog card."

"You have to stay for dinner tonight. But first come have a drink with me and help me come up with ideas to counter whatever ideas Ginny and Severus might be cooking up."

"That is an act of futility."

"Yes, but it's entertaining. Let's go." With that Harry grabbed George and apparated them just outside The Hog's Head.

Later that night he discovered exactly how futile his and George's brainstorming had been. He loved every second of it.