Disclaimer: None of these characters are my own. All credits go to J.K. Rowling. However, the plot is all mine.
I do plan on making this into a multiple chapter story. However, if people don't like it, then it will not be continued. Please review and let me know how it is. Constructive criticism is encouraged.
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He walks down the cold and damp street with a hunch in his back, the usual light in his eyes missing. The dark, curly locks of his hair are spread amongst his forehead haphazardly, the way it does when he encounters the rain. His glasses slide to the edge of his nose as he keeps his head bowed, the shame filling him preventing him from looking up. Eye contact is impossible for him right now, for eyes are the window to the soul. If he were to look up, everyone would know that something bad had happened to him. He didn't need their questions or their inevitable pity. He just needed a place to stay since his girlfriend had kicked him out; well, ex-girlfriend now, he supposed. He sighed and walked into the Leaky Cauldron, requesting a firewhisky and a room key before plopping down into one of the many barstools. He was halfway through his fourth glass of firewhisky when a man slid into the stool next to him, nursing his own firewhisky in his hands. He made no move of acknowledging the other man until the soft baritone reached his ears, causing the nearly drunk man to lift his head in shock. His eyes snapped up to the familiar black ones of the other man and a smile started to slowly spread across his lips.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor Snape."
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Severus Snape apparated right outside of the Leaky Cauldron, rushing inside before too much of the rain hit him. He looked around at the nearly empty pub, giving a small smile to the bartender when he walked over and pressed a glass into Severus' palm. He offered his thanks and moved to go sit down, startling when Tom put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him in his tracks. He watched as Tom lifted his hand and pointed to one of the younger men in the pub. He followed his finger with his eyes and stared incredulously at the back of the man's head, knowing all too well just who the young man was. He took a long drink of his firewhisky and walked over to the stool next to the man who had caught Tom's attention. Severus grazed his eyes over the man and he could tell that he was quite a few drinks in.
"You're not a regular, Potter."
Severus watched as the man's eyes shot up to his and his own narrowed at the redness he found when he stared back.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor Snape."
Severus snorted, realizing the man has not actually heard his words. He raised his eyebrow and mused, "I am here every week."
Potter smiled bitterly and ran his index finger over his glass, whispering, "I'd usually be at the Weasley's right now."
"Oh?" Severus sneered, his lip curling in disgust. "And why aren't you? Did Mrs. Potter already tire of you?"
He watched the man's eyes flash in fury and he knew he had been on the right track.
"I did not marry her," Potter started. "And I reckon her new girlfriend has taken my place."
Severus, having been in the middle of taking a drink, nearly spit it out all over the counter. He sat in shock for a moment before a soft chuckle broke through his lips.
"You turned her gay," he conveyed, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice. "I expected that to happen with a few males, but I never thought you were that bad in bed that you could turn a woman, Potter."
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Harry's eyes widened at the sound of his former professor laughing, a sound that caused his stomach to flutter in excitement. He was so pleased with the sound, in fact, that he didn't even take offense to the comment that was made about his bedroom skills. Instead, he did something truly mortifying. He narrowed his eyes into a seductive gaze and licked his lips. Then he spoke words that he had never imagined he would say to anyone, nevertheless his former Potion's Professor.
"Would you like to find out and see if I can turn you, sir?"
Harry slapped his hands over his mouth the second the words were out, his face turning a bright shade of red. He watched as Snape's amusement became even greater and he flashed the younger man a smile. His teeth were a lot straighter than Harry remembered. In fact, everything about Snape seemed more attractive than it ever had before. His hair actually looked like it had been washed and was pulled back into a band, giving Harry a clear view of the professor's face. His skin was healthy looking, if not a little pale, and his lips, while thin, looked good on the older man's face. His nose was the only thing that truly stood out on the man's face, but Harry was not turned off by that little detail. Too busy examining Snape's face, Harry didn't hear the words that were currently being spoken to him. He dropped his hands onto the counter, sporting a rather confused look on his face that must have shown that he hadn't heard a single word that other said for Snape rolled his eyes and spoke again.
"I assure you," Snape practically purred, causing arousal to sweep through Harry's body, "that you would have no problem turning me, Harry."
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Severus watched as Harry's eyes darkened with lust and he smirked, picking up his glass to finish his drink. He finished it in one swallow, put his money onto the counter for Tom to collect and stood. Harry watched the whole while, a pout placed firmly on his lips. Severus hesitated at the broken look on the young man's face and took a minute to look him over. He had certainly filled out the last few years and it was obvious that he was covered with muscles. His skin was tan from all the time he spent out in the sunlight and Severus could vaguely make out calluses on the young man's hands. Professional Quidditch had certainly improved the man's looks and Severus couldn't help but feel attracted to him. He ran his thumb over Harry's bottom lip and took a step back, speaking before he turned and left the pub.
"Come to me at a later date and we shall discuss it."