Just a one shot that's been in my head for ages, it doesn't stick to the events of the book. It's a SxH slash as well so if you don't like don't read
I'm not mad
He wasn't mad, or at least he thought he wasn't, no he knew he wasn't. In a world full of magic, prophecy, owls that delivered post, werewolves and much stranger things, there was worse things he was sure.
He was Harry Potter, short for his age, too skinny for Madame Pomfreya's liking, but he had well formed muscles from playing quidditch, thighs use to gripping a broom now wanted to wrap themselves around something else or rather someone else. Harry was now twenty-two years old, his eyes still a vibrate green, no longer hidden by glasses thanks to a potion brewed by a certain someone. His profession much to every ones surprise wasn't an Auror or a quidditch player, no he was the newest and youngest defence against the dark arts teacher. Voldermort was long gone killed by none other than the boy who lived to defeat he who must not be named, or that's what the daily prophet was calling him. And that certain someone was none other than his old, crabby, mean, bad tempered ex death eater potion master Serverus Snape, and there was one thing Harry potte knew for sure " he was doomed".
He stood over a bubbling cauldron a sneer plastered on his face. The dark mark was long gone in its place a hideous scare was burned into his arm that ached when he thought of the past. Dumbledore had asked a lot, the things he had done for the old fool, and that same old fool now slept for eternity. Why he was still here with the horror of his past, teaching snot nose brats who would never grasp the fine art that was potion making. And to twist the knife he was still here Harry bloody Potter, the golden boy Gryffindor himself and he was doing the job he'd wanted for years. The potion bubbled ratter ling the cauldron, sighing Severus turned the heat off and left the potion to cool, sitting down taking quill in hand, his mind drifted back to Potter Harry flaming bloody Potter, his eyes, it had taken six months to brew that potion but it had been worth every second to look into those green eyes without glass obscuring them. Harry had become a man, a man Severus couldn't stop thinking about, sat there marking idiot brats test papers he knew one thing for sure "he was doomed".
So they were both doomed and both in love with each other and until one of them made the move they would stay that way.
The year flew by, Christmas was upon them, and a beautiful tree stood proudly in the great hall. Only a handful of professors and students hadn't gone home and amongst them were Severus Snape and Harry Potter. Mistletoe and the new headmistress McGonagall would be there down fall.
Harry eyes widened in shock as a pair of lips descended upon his, the last thing he'd heard was McGonagall pointing to the mistletoe and chuckling about kissing. And the lips were none other that Severus and if he wasn't mistaken those were his hands groping his ass, shrugging and closing his eyes he returned the favour, a thump echoed through the Great Hall, McGonagall had passed out.
So that was it they were no longer doomed, they were together, they still argued and fought made snide comments to each other, but they were happy and together until they took there last breaths.
Oh and if your wondering, Severus was always a cranky man who hated teaching idiot brats and Harry the Gryffindor golden boy went down in history for defeating Voldermort, teaching defence against the dark art for eighty two years, but mostly for being the only one brave enough to withstand the famous death glare of Severus.
Now they sleep together eternally on a hill surrounded by flowers.
THE END
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