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Your Precious Potion.
"I can't do this!" Severus stood, rigid as a broom. "You have to leave me alone Slughorn! I'm not a little boy anymore!" he said, a trembling present in his voice. "I know you aren't a little boy any more Severus, you can do this. You were always one of my most gifted students." the elder man said, almost in a whisper.
Severus fully realised what the meaning behind those words were, but simply refused to respond to them. "Just try it Severus, you might even like it." Slughorn said the words as though they didn't mean a thing, but they both knew it was quite the opposite. "No, I won't," Severus said in clipped tone and turned away from the balding man. "Are you really sure of that?" The question hung in the air, like a summer storm that was about to fall, but still Serverus didn't respond.
"You know you want to. You dream about it at night, don't you?" The words were whispered seductively in Severus' ear and a shiver ran down his spine. "Don't do this to me," he growled slowly as he turned around, not wanting to face his former teacher. "I don't wish to brew such a potion ever in my life and if I'm not mistaken, I told you that before." When the words were spoken it seemed as though the temperature dropped a couple of degrees, but the other man refused to hear to icy tone of his colleague.
"Yes! And I refuse to accept it!" Horace grabbed Severus' arm and made sure the other man looked at him. "Why can't you just leave me alone! I hadn't seen you since you left school and still you haunt my dreams!" Horace continued and by now Severus his eyes widened. "What?" he snapped as his face contorted in a sneer. "You have to be kidding right?" It wasn't a question and Slughorn seemed to realize this and paled slightly.
"No," he whispered, "I'm so serious I didn't even realize I said the words out loud." He looked at the dark man in front of him, not knowing what to expect from the younger man. "In my dreams you're above a cauldron, your face is barely visible in the dark room but still I know it's you. I don't even have to look into the cauldron to know what kind of potion it is, but I can't seem to stop my feet and take a step closer. I need you to make that draught and you understand that need like nobody else. But as I wake up I realise you don't understand, perhaps one day you will."
Severus' eyes narrowed and with a swift move he grabbed Horace Slugehorns robes. "You don't know anything about me, you don't know what I want and understand," he growled softly as he leaned in really close to his old teacher and mentor. Horace was about to say something, but as he opened his mouth Severus' lips met his.
The kiss was hard and short, but as Severus broke off this kiss, his eyes lingered a little to long on Horace his lips. "Don't think for me, I'm very capable of doing that for myself." He snapped after a moment of silence, as though the kiss never happened and he didn't notice that Horace Slughorn was totally flabbergasted. "Perhaps, if you think up more interesting offer I'll make your precious potion. Until that moment, leave me alone," Severus continued and left the room, leaving Horace alone with his own thoughts and demons, lingering in the dark,…