Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Severus Snape, or any other characters. Don't sue me, all you'll get is $10 in change. Honestly. grins
Also, I have read so many Snarry fics that I no longer believe in an original story. Therefore, everything in here has been done somewhere else. I know this. If I accidentally took something from someone else's story then I apologize, but you must realize that nothing is original anymore, or so it seems.
Summary: After dreaming of this moment for years, Harry finally finds himself in bed with the man that he loves. But does Harry mean as much to Severus as Severus means to Harry?
Author's Note: I've never written any sex scenes before (though I have read plenty of them), so please don't be too mean in your reviews. Constructive criticism, however, is always welcome. This is also the first Snarry fic I've written that wasn't a songfic. Aren't you all proud of me? grins I've already finished this story, so expect an update every day.
Also, the title of this chapter comes from the song "Top of the World," by the All-American Rejects.
Chapter 1: Wasting away, I see you...
Twenty-one-year-old Harry Potter stood in the corner of the Great Hall, fulfilling his duty to chaperone the Christmas party that the headmaster had decided to hold. After noticing the way that the students, and some of the professors, started to stumble a little bit, Harry was glad that he hadn't tried any of the punch. It seemed as though several students, eager to replace the Weasley twins, had spiked the punch bowl with firewhiskey. Laughing quietly to himself as he watched his colleague Minerva McGonagall pour herself a large cup of punch, Harry soon found his eyes drawn to a man standing a few feet from McGonagall, a cup of the spiked punch in his hand: Severus Snape.
Harry's eyes immediately filled with longing as he looked at the man who had unknowingly stolen his heart. After spending month after month in Severus's office training for the war, Harry had finally started to respect the older man. It wasn't until after the final battle, as Severus lay bleeding in Harry's arms, that Harry realized that his feelings of respect had somehow turned to love. Harry felt his chest tighten as he thought about Severus. He knew that the older man would never think of him as anyone worthy of his time. After all, Severus was an intelligent, witty, gorgeous older man. He could, in Harry's eyes, have anyone that he wanted. What would he want with an unattractive, unintelligent child?
Shooting Severus one more wistful glance, Harry sighed and made his way towards the front of the Great Hall, depressed. It was nearly midnight. The students had already started to turn in for the night, and several professors had already left. Seeing Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore dancing together under the enchanted ceiling, Harry knew that he wouldn't be missed.
When he reached the door, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Harry instinctively grabbed his wand and thrust it out in front of him as he turned and faced his assailant. Finding himself face-to-face with Severus, Harry jumped and dropped his wand.
"Sorry, Severus. You surprised me. What can I do for you?"
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Severus Snape was not a stupid man. He knew as soon as he saw a group of students giggling that someone had spiked the punch bowl. Deciding that he would need large amounts of alcohol to deal with this party, he didn't comment. Instead, he poured himself a large glass and stood in the corner, watching those around him. His eyes were immediately drawn to the newest and youngest professor: Harry Potter.
Harry had only been eighteen when he started working at Hogwarts. That had been three years ago, right after he had killed Voldemort. Having become rather attached to the young Gryffindor, Severus had been both delighted and frightened to learn that Harry would be teaching alongside him. He was delighted because now he would not be forced to say goodbye to the young man that had captured Severus's heart, an organ that many people (including Severus) didn't think even existed.
He was frightened because now he would be forced to hide his feelings from Harry, something that was becoming more and more difficult for him to do. When Harry was a student he hadn't had this much of a problem. Harry had been a child. Severus was his teacher. That was one boundary that Severus would never cross.
But now, not only was Harry an adult, but also his colleague. There were no rules stating that they couldn't be in a relationship. But that didn't mean that Severus was going to pursue Harry. He knew that he didn't have a chance with the younger man. Harry was beautiful, smart, and kind. Severus was ugly, cruel, and an ex-Death Eater. What would Harry possibly see in him?
Trying in vain to push all thought of Harry from his mind, Severus grabbed another drink. As he turned to grab another one, he saw Harry start to leave the Great Hall. Severus felt his chest tighten at the depressed look on Harry's face. Feeling the alcohol affect his already-addled brain, Severus walked over to his love. He placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and was surprised to find himself face-to-face with Harry's wand. He saw realization flicker across Harry's face before the wand was dropped and Harry spoke.
"Sorry, Severus. You surprised me. What can I do for you?"
It took a moment for Severus to process that Harry had spoken. "I was wondering if you would like to accompany me back to my rooms for a drink."
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Harry could smell the alcohol on Severus's breath and was slightly impressed that Severus still sounded exactly like himself. Looking up into Severus's eyes, Harry nodded.
"Sure. Why not?"
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Severus smiled when Harry accepted his invitation. In reality, he was slightly surprised with himself for offering, but since Harry hadn't declined, he decided that it was all right. The two had started having weekly drinks together shortly after Harry started teaching there, alternating between Harry's rooms and Severus's. They had already had their chat this week in Severus's rooms, but neither one of them seemed to mind.
"Shouldn't we take them in my rooms?" asked Harry. "I mean, we drank in your rooms on Monday."
Clearly Severus thought too soon. Deciding that it didn't matter to him either way, Severus just nodded as the two turned up the staircase instead of going straight. He followed Harry into the room and took his usual seat in front of the fire, waiting for Harry to get the drinks.
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"What do you want?" Harry called from the liquor cabinet.
"Is there any scotch left?" Severus asked.
Harry dug around for a moment before pulling out a full bottle of scotch. He showed it to Severus and smiled.
"Why did I even ask?" He poured two glasses, handed one to Severus, and took his seat across from the older man. He watched Severus take a sip of scotch before drinking his own.
"So do you think this party thing is going to become an annual tradition?" Harry asked.
"Merlin, I hope not," groaned Severus, thinking of a time in the future when he would be forced to watch his Harry show up with someone else.
"You looked like you were having fun," observed Harry, trying to keep his lips from twitching. "Seemed rather attached to that punch bowl."
Severus scowled at Harry, though Harry could see a smile in his eyes. Harry laughed.
"I was merely testing it to see if any of the students had decided to spike it," said Severus stiffly, taking a sip of his scotch to hide the smile forming on his face.
"Uh huh, sure," smiled Harry, enjoying the conversation. He knew that Severus was trying not to smile and felt quite pleased with himself. The two sat in silence for a moment, both enjoying the company of the other. Severus poured himself another glass while Harry slowly sipped his own.
Harry knew that this night would have to come to an end soon. If Severus drank much more he would have to sleep on Harry's couch. Or in his bed. Harry grinned slightly at the thought, though his smile dimmed when he saw Severus finish his last glass and stand up.
"Well, I must be going," Severus slurred, swaying a bit as he stood.
Harry set his own glass down and stood up as well. "Let me walk you back; you're too drunk to walk back to your rooms by yourself."
"I am not drunk," declared Severus as he stumbled over his own feet.
Laughing, Harry quickly leapt forward and caught Severus before he fell. He pulled Severus into an upright position and moved to pull away. Severus, however, had other ideas. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, leaned down, and pressed his lips to Harry's.
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As he felt warm, soft lips press against his own, Harry's eyes slipped shut and his arms wound themselves around Severus's neck. He felt a warm tongue brush against his lips, and he opened his mouth for Severus. Harry had no idea why Severus was kissing him, but as he felt Severus's tongue wrap around his own, Harry decided that he didn't care. Sparks seemed to course their way through his body, starting at his lips and spreading down to his toes. He had never felt such passion in one kiss before. His whole body was on fire. He never wanted it to stop.
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Severus didn't know what possessed him to kiss Harry. All he knew was that the scotch had somehow taken over his brain, and when he felt Harry move to pull away, he couldn't allow that. Figuring that Harry was drunk (No shit, Severus, why else would he be kissing you?) and probably wouldn't remember tonight very well (I am not upset at that thought; I am relieved.), Severus pushed Harry against the wall and kissed him harder. His hands fumbled with the buttons on Harry's cloak. Harry stiffened for a moment before relaxing and helping Severus.
Finally succeeding in removing Harry's cloak, Severus quickly took off his own, his mouth never leaving Harry's. Then he wrapped his arms around Harry's waist again and half-pulled him towards the door that Severus knew must lead to Harry's bedroom. Deciding he could blame tonight on the alcohol (if Harry even remembers this tomorrow), Severus was determined to spend one night with his love. He could live with just one night, right?
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When Harry felt Severus go to remove his cloak, he immediately stiffened. He knew what Severus intended to do next, and he was unsure of what to do. Severus was clearly not himself tonight; he had had way too much to drink. Wouldn't Harry be taking advantage of Severus in his drugged state? Severus would hate him when he woke up.
But that was a chance Harry was going to have to take. Relaxing into the kiss again, Harry helped Severus undo the buttons. He felt Severus remove his own cloak and start to steer him toward the bedroom. They bumped into the wall as Severus fumbled for the doorknob. The two stumbled into the room and collapsed onto the bed. Severus started to remove the rest of Harry's clothes. Once that was finished, he removed his own. Then he looked down at Harry and smiled. He kissed Harry again, then looked down at his face and gently stroked Harry's cheek.
"My Harry," he whispered before leaning down to kiss Harry again.
Harry felt his breath hitch as Severus looked down at him. He knew that was the alcohol talking, not Severus, and that hurt. Finding himself completely naked, Harry felt extremely shy. He had never had sex before. Some people might find it pathetic that a twenty-one-year-old man was a virgin, but Harry didn't really care. He had wanted his first time to be with Severus, but he knew (or thought he knew) that he would never stand a chance with the man he loved. His dreams still filled with thoughts of Severus, Harry was never able to be with anyone else.
Now, as he felt Severus's mouth travel lower, making its way down his throat and chest, Harry knew he was lost. There was no way that he could stop this now. Not that he really wanted to. One night had to be better than nothing at all. And this way he could have what he had always wanted: his first time would be with Severus. Alright, so the man was drunk and would never want to be with him after this. Harry could live with just one night, right?
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Severus kissed his way down Harry's chest, stopping to pay attention to each nipple along the way. He could hear Harry moan and smiled. He continued on his path southward. He felt Harry thrash around and placed his hands on Harry's hips to hold the younger man down. Then he raised his head a bit more and took Harry in his mouth.
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Harry felt like he had died and gone to heaven. He thrust his hips upward, moaning and muttering incoherent words all the while. He knew he wouldn't last much longer and pulled Severus up to kiss him. Tongues battled for dominance, a battle that Severus easily won. Harry felt Severus's hand drift down towards his bottom and stiffened slightly.
"Accio lube."
Harry swallowed nervously when Severus summoned the jar. He watched Severus coat his fingers and started to tremble slightly. He wanted this, but he was still scared. He had no idea what to expect. He felt Severus push one finger into him and felt his muscles clench around the intruder. Severus used his free hand to rub Harry's chest in a comforting manner as he added another finger. Harry's breathing was a little ragged, but he was slowly getting used to the fingers.
A third finger was added, and Harry whimpered slightly. Severus leaned up and kissed him. Harry tried to focus on the kiss and not on the fingers, which continued to stretch him. He felt the fingers pull out and something much larger took their place.
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Harry was still trembling as Severus positioned himself in front of Harry's entrance. Making sure that he was coated with a liberal amount of lubricant, Severus slowly pushed into Harry. He heard Harry's intake of breath and paused for a moment before pushing the rest of the way in. It took all his willpower not to thrust forcefully into the beautiful body beneath him. He pulled out slowly and pushed in, a little harder this time, making sure that he hit Harry's prostate.
Harry let out a cry of pleasure. Severus thrust in again, gaining a little speed. He heard Harry moan and took that as a sign to speed up. Harry was so tight—tighter than anyone else he had ever been in. He heard Harry mutter "harder" and immediately complied. He wasn't completely sure that Harry knew whom he was in bed with, and as he heard Harry's moans and whimpers of pleasure, Severus found he didn't care.
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Harry had never felt such pleasure in his life. Sure, he had been uncomfortable at first, but once they got going, he was sure he would die of ecstasy. He felt Severus thrust harder into him and gladly met each one. They were gaining speed. Harry knew he couldn't last much longer. The pleasure was just too much.
Sure enough, a few thrusts later Harry felt a tightening in his lower abdomen. He shouted Severus's name as he came. Severus came a moment later, crying out Harry's name. Severus collapsed on top of his young lover, all of his energy leaving him. Muttering a cleaning charm, Severus fell asleep wrapped up around Harry.
Harry smiled to himself as Severus cleaned them both up. Even in his sated, drugged-up state, Severus still remembered to be clean. Harry's smile disappeared as soon as it had arrived. If Severus remembered to clean them both up, would he remember this in the morning?
'Of course he will remember,' Harry thought scornfully to himself. 'He's lying naked on top of me. Even if he doesn't remember what happened, he'll be able to figure it out as soon as he wakes up.'
Feeling slightly depressed, Harry forced those thoughts from his mind and snuggled closer to Severus. This was his one and only chance to fall asleep in the arms of the man he loved. He wasn't about to let his mind ruin this for him. Instead of thinking of how angry and disgusted Severus was sure to be in the morning, Harry thought about how safe and comfortable he felt in Severus's arms. He wished he could stay like this forever.
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