*Unexpected Enchantment

*M/m all consenting ages, I own nothing of course, the lovely J. owns these wonderful characters, I just like to play with them. *If you don't like hot wizards doing naughty stuff I suggest you hit the back button * This is my newest story in a long time so be honest but kind!

The very last person that Harry Potter had expected to be standing on his porch at three in the morning on a rainy night was Severus Snape. Maybe that's why instead of reacting like a normal person and throwing on his robe and inviting the man in, Harry gaped for more than a reasonable amount of moments. It also explained why Severus had started glaring even more intensely at him, and sparks started shooting threateningly out of the end of his wand.

When his wits finally gathered, Harry frowned and groped the hook beside front door. Finally grabbing a robe he pulled it on over his bare chest and asked, "Er, Snape, what are you doing here? Is something happening?"

Pushing his sopping black hair out of his face, Snape's glare deepened before he hissed, "Something is definitely occurring Mr. Potter, but perhaps we could discuss this when I'm not standing in the middle of a rain storm?"

Flushing and feeling all of fourteen again under the formidable man's glare, Harry pushed open the door and allowed the man to step into his front hall. Waiting for the man to use his wand to dry himself and his clothes, Harry frowned when he didn't, "What's so urgent?"

Snape stalked up to him and his dark eyes bored into Harry's, "I need to know exactly what you did when you stopped me from dying in the shrieking shack."

Shock drilled through Harry and he took and automatic move to step back and put space between Snape and himself. Pushing his messy hair out of his eyes, he asked, "What? Why?"

"There seems to be….side effects of whatever you did to me." Snape's wand began whistling in his hand and he gave it annoyed look before shoving it into his wet cloak.

Watching interestedly, Harry cocked his head at the older man, "What kind of side effects?"

The potions professor closed his eyes in exasperation and said lowly, "I would rather not get into the specifics. I just need to know what you did, so I fix your mistakes."

Harry glared at the, 'again', that was definitely implied at the end of that statement, "How do you know that whatever your experiencing is related to me saving you?"

"I just do Potter, I have years of experience, it wasn't hard to deduce that the two were related."

The words were spoken through rattling teeth and Harry asked, "Would you like some tea?"

"That would be acceptable." Snape mumbled almost sounding grateful, if such a sound were possible from the man.

Harry motioned for the man to follow him and led him into the kitchen. He noted the bizarre feeling of having Severus Snape in his kitchen and pointed at the chair closest to the fireplace, "You can sit there and warm up, while I make the tea."

The two waited in silence as Harry boiled the water and prepared the tea, he could feel Snape's eyes on him and wished he was wearing more that the thin sleep pants and a night robe, he felt uncomfortably unclothed under the man's penetrating gaze. Propping his hip against the counter, Harry wondered what symptoms could be so bad that Snape would come to him of all people. It had been three years since Harry had last seen the man. Some award ceremony after the war, and even then he'd given the man a wide berth. In fact he hadn't spoken to the man after saving him, how was he supposed to explain what he'd done when he didn't even really know? And he really didn't want the man digging around his head. He had enough of that for one lifetime thank you very much.

A cold wet touch to his exposed arm and a throat clearing brought his attention back to the presence and his body inexplicably warmed at the body close to his. Snape's eyes for once avoided his as the older man reached around him, "The water is boiling Potter, I would rather the tea not be scalded.

Sucking in a deep breath and wincing when he found himself hard and pushing at his thin sleep pants, Harry rolled his eyes and resolved to go out looking for a shag the very next night. It must have been too long, especially if his body was reacting to Snape's. Once they were seated, Harry finally asked, "So, would you like to tell me how I can help you?"

"I need the exact spell you used to heal me, and I need to know how you messed it up." Snape shoved his wet cloak off and sat in his black shirt and pants plastered to his body.

Mouth dry at the sight of the man's exceptional body, Harry cleared his throat and took a drink of tea, "How do you know I messed it up, maybe you did something?"

Snape's mouth pressed into a line and he gave Harry a droll look, "Your ego is still prevalent I see."

Harry snorted and shrugged, "It's a valid question."

"I know that it was you because everything I have tried to alleviate the symptoms has not worked, therefore it was something you did that night."

"Have you gone to Mungo's maybe a healer can help you."

Pinching his nose, Snape scowled at Harry, "if I could not figure it out than none of the healers at St. Mungo's would be able too." He took a sip of tea and said quietly, "And to be quiet honest I would rather not have my illness be known to anyone other than myself and now you. And the only reason I told you is, I figured your Gryffindor loyalty would keep you from blabbing it to anyone else."

Harry stared silently at the man for a long moment, before replying quietly, "It must be serious then…Does it have anything to do with why you haven't dried yourself off?"

Snape smirked and pulled out his wand, as he held it in his hand, it began to vibrate and make a low humming noise, "Quite astute. You're correct whatever is happening to me is affecting my magic and it has gotten worse over the last three years, to the point where I can only do a spell or two a day before I am…interrupted."

Harry pulled out his wand and saw the man tense up, "I can dry you if you like. You shouldn't have to be uncomfortable."

Snape stared him, clearly trying to read any ill will in his gaze before letting out a deep breath, "Yes, that would be…suitable."

Harry stood and stepped close to the shivering man, holding his wand he began drying the man's body, starting from one side and moving to the next. Avoiding Snape's eyes, he motioned for the man to stand and moved behind him to dry his back and legs. Gulping Harry tried not too glance at the man's strong, well-formed ass and just couldn't help himself. He was only twenty one and it had been awhile since he had a good shag. You put a gorgeous and conveniently wet body in front of him, of course he was going to look.

Taking in a shuddering breath, Harry stepped back and nodded at the man, "There that should do it."

Snape' eyes were dark and flashing with something Harry couldn't read, not that he focused on it too closely. He was more interested in the wand that Snape's fingers were just touching as he leaned against the table. The long dark wand was spraying gold and red sparks across his table and making a high pitched tune. Harry frowned and looked up at Snape, the man's dark gaze fixed on his mouth. Instinctively he moistened his lips with his tongue and a groan sounded from his former potions professor, "Snape, are you okay? Is something happening now?"

Harry could see the older man's jaw clenching and stepped closer to him, his hand coming up to shake the man, and break him out of his fit. But before he could reach out and touch his shoulder, Snape's hand shot up and grabbed him around the wrist. In the next instant he was spun around and pushed against the counter. Letting out a gasp, Harry struggled against the body pushed against him, "Snape, what are you doing? You bastard, let go!" But even with his heart pumping wildly, Harry's body was reacting to the firm body so near to his. His cock was hard enough to push a hole into the wall and he hoped the noise he made was more painful sounding then aroused.

Snape's hand twisted his wrist more and Harry let out a pained whimper. The pain turned to shock as Harry really felt the body pressed into his, and felt a harness that matched his pressing into his back. The older man buried his face into Harry's hair/and whispered hoarsely into his ear, "What did you do to me you damn brat?"