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Written for The Occasion A Day Competition - Day 7 - Someone using Polyjuice Potion.
Slytherin
Harry edged around the bar, feeling somewhat uncomfortable in the foreign body he was currently residing in. He was taller than usual and was having a few issues making his longer legs move quite as he would normally.
He knew what he planned to do was wrong. He also knew that if he was found out, he could be ruining any chance of a happy life in the future, but at the moment, a nights happiness was all he could hope for. Of course, using polyjuice potion when trying to bed a potions master was always going to be a risk.
Dressing quickly, Harry swore under his breath. He was an idiot. A stupid reckless idiot. Why had he fallen asleep?
Bloody stupid, stupid, stupid!
But the evening had been perfect beyond all his wildest dreams, and when Severus had wrapped his arms around the body Harry had claimed for the evening, he couldn't find it in himself to move.
He buttoned his shirt quickly, glancing at the still sleeping figure of Severus Snape, and with a sigh, he slipped from the bedroom.
He didn't notice the eyes open, nor did he see them narrow in thought as he practically run down the stairs of the quaint cottage the Potions Master called home.
Severus watched Harry slip through the door. He wondered, briefly, if the young man would ever come to him as himself, then put the question out of his mind. Of course he would.
The Gryffindorish impulses of truth and honesty would prevail in the end, and Potter would come clean.
The real question, Severus thought as he sat up to go about his daily routine, was whether or not Severus would tell Harry that he was well aware of their dalliances.
After all, he was a Slytherin.