Summary: When the billionaire pureblood potion master Severus Snape first saw on Hadrian Potter there was only one outcome. A night full of desire, however the next day, Hadrian was gone. However their brief night full of passion resulted in a son and Severus demands to marry! And have Hadrian at his mercy!

Warning:There will be a Yaoi slash in this story you have been warned so if you don't like it turn back now! This is a mature fanfic so if you are not the proper age please turn back.

Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter or any of the things you recognize from my story.

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Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

William Shakespeare

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Chapter 1

Severus Snape paid the Knight Bus. It was a warm June evening, and he shrugged off his cloak as he walked up to the open front door of the Snape cottage, which was located in one of the suburbs of London. It was considered a small asset in the vast, family-owned property. The cottage had been used over the past few years by his brother, Theodore, who was currently sharing with three other students from the University of Merlin. He had known all the boys but one of them, Samuel, had left a month ago, and Severus had yet to meet his replacement.

A wry smile twisted his firm lips. The new boy was obviously not averse to partying. It was Friday night and the place was lit up like those Muggle skyscrapers at night, a party in full swing. He walked into the hall, gave his cloak to one of the house-elves waiting at the door, avoided one or two couples, and headed for the living room. Theodore wasn't expecting him until Monday, and he was obviously making the most of his weekend without his older brother's breathing down his neck.

The way he felt this moment, he didn't blame him. After three weeks of attending the International Potion Conference, or IPC for short, he had flown into New York yesterday, looking forward to spending a long weekend with his boyfriend of the past eleven months, Alexander, a top notch curse breaker working for Gingotts branch in America. Tired and in need of relaxation, Severus arrived only for Alex to give him the spiel: Where was there relationship going? Couldn't they just curl up and talk for this evening?

After a lot of talk, he had curled up eventually in the guest bedroom…and it was Severus who said "No" in the morning. He had been four weeks without sex. He was always monogamous as long as the relationship lasted, but, handsome as Alex was, no way would Severus let him, or any other partners, male or female, manipulate him using sex. The sound of wedding bells had been so loud in his head; he hadn't been getting away fast enough.

"Severus! What are you doing here?" Theodore gripped his arm and looked up at him with shock in his black eyes. "I wasn't expecting you until Monday!"

"Have no fear," he mocked. "Carry on with the party; just make sure your friends keep out of my suite." His brother Theodore, at twenty-one, was perfectly capable of looking after himself. However at his father's insistence, Severus supposed to be keeping a wary eye on him. Their father was Greek, and their mother was Greek British and, while their mother was a perfectly modern pureblood, their father valued the traditional Greek magical customs. This was the reason Severus had been loosely based in the magical community in London for the past three years and kept a room on the top floor of the cottage. The Snape Manor was located one of the unplottable islands in Greece; it was close to magical as well as Muggle Athens.

"Sure thing bro." Theodore resumed dancing with his partner, who was a very feminine and curvy girl.

Severus noticed he liked the same sex when he was in his mid teens. It was a huge shocker for the Snape Manor that fateful night. His father was awkward when he was communicating with him in the beginning. However, he got over it soon and accepted it with the help from his mother and his brother who spent a long time convincing him. It was one downside of having a very traditional father. His mother and his brother were another story; they had accepted it from the beginning because they were both expecting it.

Severus helped himself to a half cup of fire-whisky and looked around the neon lit living room. Not his scene. Unfortunately, his body clock was still on American time, and he was not ready to sleep. His hard mouth curled in a cynical smile as he pondered on the vagaries of gay men, the handsome Alexander in particular. Alex had known the score from the beginning. He was a handsome, intelligent, and career-minded curse breaker, just the type he liked, and yet within a few months he had been after a wedding ring. However, he had picked the wrong man with him. Severus was a bachelor and intended that way for the foreseeable future.

He glanced around the room. At the end of July, Theodore would finish university. Then the house would be converted into a potion labs as well as a business premise, which had been the original intention when the family firm had bought the place. But when Theodore insisted he wanted to live in student accommodation, their father had flatly refused. This house had been a compromise between father and son. Still, looking around now at the assorted party guests writhing in what looked like a massive fertility dance, Severus could understand his father's point of view.

At the same time he realized he wouldn't mind a writhing male body beneath his own for a night, but he wasn't into one-night stands, certainty not with his brother's friends. Turning, he threaded his way through the crowd. A cup of coffee was what he needed, not for fire-whisky and, he made his way to the kitchen. He made a mental note to send one or two house-elves to serve this cottage.

He pushed the door and walked in, closing it behind him. Turning, he stopped dead. In all of his 32 years, he had never seen anything like him. The man was standing with his side to him and was around six feet. His midnight black hair was shoulder length, and it was tied back with a piece forest green leather ribbon. His body was lean and well muscled, which could be seen under the un-tucked forest green silk button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and the collar was undone showing a thin leather sting with some kind of green jewel hanging from it. He was also wearing black jeans that hugged his hips perfectly and, the outfit was completed with expensive dragon-hide shoes. He also wore a dangling dragon tooth earring, which was hanging from his right ear. His skin was pale as alabaster, which made his midnight hair and his shocking emerald eyes, which were enhanced with a bit of black eyeliner, stand out even more.

Severus drew a harsh breath; he had not been so quickly aroused since he had been a testosterone-fuelled schoolboy at Durmstrang. "Well, hello," he drawled throatily. He wasn't faking the huskiness in his tone; the side view alone took his breath away as he quickly covered the space between them.

Hadrian James Potter dropped the cup in the sink at the sound of the deep masculine voice and spun around. His lips parted but no sound came out. Walking toward him was the most attractive man he had ever seen. He was tall and casually dressed in softly black trousers and a charcoal grey button down shirt. Straight black hair was cut in a well-groomed, if slightly long, style that gave him a raffish air.

He was every teenage romantic girl and gay boy fantasy rolled into one. The slow, intimate curl of his lips as he smiled made him race out of control and his stomach flutter in the most alarming way. For a moment time stood still, and he was completely disorientated He had read about the thunderbolt of love at first sight, but he had doubted it existed. Then Severus's eyes met his, and he saw his own reflection in the dark liquid depths and knew that it was true. His eyes widened shivered through his body. He though he saw through the other man's soul, so intense was the connection. He heard him speak, but his breath locked in his throat, and he was incapable of making a single response. As excitement sizzled through him, he realized he had never felt like this before. He thought it was love; what else could it be?

When the man turned around, Severus was shocked. The pair of emerald orbs blazed into his, but the pair of jewels were ringed with a little bit of eye liner. What the forest green shirt couldn't hide was that his navel was pierced with a small diamond. "A cute boy like you shouldn't be hiding in the kitchen," he said, stopping a foot away. "I'm Severus Snape, Theodore's brother; you are?" He paused and held out his hand. He noticed up close the boy's eyes were impossibly green and thought it couldn't be real, but right at the moment he didn't care; just his appearance was driving him mad. As the pause lengthened, he simply stared at him with a questioning look in his eyes. "Are you staying here now?" With luck, maybe he was staying here. "Or have I conjured you up with my imagination, a legendary Mycenaean beauty?" he teased. "And you can't speak?" Severus smiled) Those amazing green eyes widened a little bit, and he blinked.

"My name is Hadrian, and I'm staying here, and please call me Harry," said a cool, polite voice. An elegant, artistic pale hand was formally held out to his. Severus took it, and Harry's touch electrified him.

His iron-clad rule of not getting involved with Theodore's friends flew straight out the window. "So, will you dance with me, Harry?"

"I don't think I can," he said, his voice was soft and silky. "Not the way they are in there." And he tilted his head towards the door.

"Then let me teach you my way," Severus whispered, and he didn't mean just the dance. Severus wanted him with a hunger that was driving him crazy. His body had taken over his mind, and he didn't give a damn.

Severus held him in his arms, ignoring the frenzied antics of the other dancers, and he flowed against Harry as if he were made for him. He buried his head in Harry's hair, and it smelt of freshness in spring after a storm. Harry had a unique, personal scent like no cologne he had ever known. Their conversation was limited because of the music, but he did discover Harry was studying Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, as well as Transfiguration. He made Harry laugh with his stories and sigh with the subtle caress of his hands against his lean body. Finally, when Severus asked him to share a drink with him somewhere a little quieter, Harry, trusting the older man, followed where he lead.

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Sorry is the characters seem OC, in a way they kind are. Because in my Magical world there will be no Voldemort or another crazy guy obsessed with world domination. If you read everything word by word you will notice that Snape is 3 quarters Greek (mostly Greeks have black hair and eyes people!) and went to Durmstrang! So he never met James and Lily Potter or any other people who went to Hogwarts, so no Malfoys or any other. So it basically ignores all seven books. Hogwarts is insignificant in my story!

This story is pure Drama and Romance people!
And please review!