A/N: I'm back! And I'm very disappointed with the ABSOLUTE LACK of reviews on chapter 1! Anyway, this chapter picks up a bit, and I hope you like it!
It starts off with a flashback, so it's in italics!
Chapter 2
Three weeks after Harry and Severus had gotten together, the incident happened—that moment when Draco flooed directly into Severus' sitting room while they were making out, exposing the men's secret.
Harry knocked on Severus' door, excited to be in the man's presence once again, having not seen him all weekend since he was at a potions convention in France. Severus immediately opened the door, smiling brightly when he saw his young partner.
The two made their way to the couch, talking amicably about Severus' weekend as they acquired tea for themselves, and Harry helped himself to some biscuits the older Slytherin had left out on the table.
They sat in a comfortable silence as they ate and drank to their content, Severus watching Harry eat, enjoying the way his eyes shone after he first bit into every cookie. Harry caught him staring and blushed, smiling embarrassedly at Severus. "Why are you watching me?"
"You're beautiful, Harry. Absolutely gorgeous," Severus replied. "I don't know how or why you chose me when you could have any person in the wizarding world."
"Oh, Sev," Harry said, bringing a hand up to cup Severus' cheek. "I chose you because you're kind, helpful. You're passionate about what you love, and you neither hate nor love without putting 100 percent into it. You're a great teacher, even if I never did learn much with you. I can tell how much you love your colleagues and your godson, as much as you try to hide it." Snape attempted to sneer, but Harry could tell he was hiding a smile. Harry scooted closer to Severus before continuing, "And even though you don't think so, you are gorgeous. Your hair, when it isn't covered in potions gunk, is silky and smooth. Your body, though you try to hide it, is impeccably fit. And your voice—god, your voice—it reaches my core and gives me so much pleasure, Sev. You're so—"
Harry was going to continue, but he was cut off by Severus bringing his lips down onto his. Harry gasped at the sudden kiss, allowing Severus' tongue to swipe down over his lips and into his mouth. He moaned at the intrusion and wrapped his arms tightly around Severus' body, bringing himself as close as possible to the older man.
Severus moved his mouth to Harry's neck, sucking and nipping as he pushed Harry down against the couch, climbing on top of him, their erections meeting through their layers of clothing. Harry moaned Severus' name as the floo flared up, presenting a shocked Draco Malfoy to the busy pair.
The couple broke apart immediately, Harry flushing hotly and both men attempting to hide their states of arousal. Draco had remained where he was near the fireplace, his mouth hung open in shock.
Finally, Severus broke the silence, gesturing for Draco to sit on the other couch. "Draco, please sit. I wasn't expecting your company, but luckily, I already have biscuits and tea set out for Harry and myself."
Draco sat, his eyes moving between the couple in confusion. "I-I… you two? What's going on?"
Harry, still embarrassed about the whole ordeal, squeaked out an answer, hiding his face in Severus' shoulder and taking the older man's hand. At Draco's even more confused look, Severus answered for Harry. "We—that is, Harry and I—are together."
"Together? Like, a couple?"
"Yeah, Draco," Harry finally got over the embarrassment. "We're dating."
"I thought you hated each other!" Draco exclaimed.
"That was before we got to know each other," Severus explained. "You know how we'd been discussing ourselves and my friendship with Lily. We grew to love each other."
"I… I don't know how I feel about this. I mean—Harry, he's twice your age!" Draco said. "I'm going to need some time to get used to this."
"Take all the time you need, Draco," Harry replied, giving his friend a small smile and squeezing Severus' hand.
At that, Draco got up and walked back to the floo, giving the couple one last, pondering look before he was whisked away in green flames.
Three days later, Draco was back, having gotten over his shock, ready to accept Harry and Severus' relationship. The three talked happily over lunch, chatting about trivial things, happy to be together.
After the sorting feast, the students went back up to their dorms, tiredly getting ready for the first night back at Hogwarts. Ron, not yet ready to accept Draco fully, got ready for bed silently, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Once their roommate was asleep, Draco and Harry sat on Harry's bed behind the curtains and a silencing spell. Having not seen each other since the lunch they had in July, the pair had a lot to catch up on.
"So," Draco began, "How are things between you and my godfather?"
"I love him so much, Draco," Harry gushed. "He's been so great and he treats me so well, and he's really good in—"
Harry cut himself off, blushing hotly. Draco's eyes widened as he realized what his friend was about to say. "Harry! Have you and he…"
"What?"
"You know… had sex?" Draco asked.
Harry didn't say anything, only nodding in reply, blushing once again. "Ewwwww, Harry! I don't want to know about that kind of stuff!"
Draco hit Harry's arm playfully and Harry laughed, defending himself. "You were the one who asked!"
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The next morning arrived too early for the students (and staff) at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Breakfast was a quick meal which involved a lot of grumbling and complaining from Ron while Hermione chattered on about her classes and preparing for NEWTs.
Harry was quiet throughout most of breakfast, looking up at Severus occasionally, but the man never looked his way. By the time the group of eighth years was making their way down to the dungeons for their first class, Harry was in a bad mood. He didn't get any sleep last night because he wasn't with Severus, and then the man decided to ignore him all morning! When the group arrived to the potions classroom, Harry was downright angry.
He ignored his professor as he walked to his seat, despite the fact that Snape had made a point to greet every student walking into the class. He sat next to Draco as class began.
Harry tried to ignore the way Severus' voice sounded and how much it turned him on when he talked. He tried to ignore the way he sat on his desk casually, his robes hanging open to reveal the navy blue shirt underneath, a shirt that showed off Severus' well defined chest. Harry tried desperately to ignore the way Snape never once looked his way, choosing instead to keep his eyes on the opposite side of the room and the desks in front of him.
By the time Harry and Draco began their potion, Harry was furiously hard. He tried to chop his wormwood, but he was sloppy, chopping out of anger rather than precision, the wormwood proof of his distracted and aroused state. Draco was torn between feeling annoyed or laughing at Harry's predicament.
Finally, Harry finished chopping the wormwood, and though it was a mess, Draco decided it would probably still be okay to put in their blood-replenishing potion.
It wasn't.
The potion boiled quicker than it was supposed to and turned a ghastly orange color rather than the pale yellow it was supposed to be before giving off a rotting stench and then exploding. Luckily, the class had noticed the signs of the failure quick enough and everyone had ducked under their desks so as to avoid being splashed with the ruined potion.
Snape quickly casted a scourgify over the room, making sure no one got hurt before stalking over to Harry and Draco's desk, scowling at the pair. "This is NEWT-level Potions! I expect you to be able to brew a simple blood-replenishing potion! I am highly disappointed in both of you!"
"Sir, with all due respect—" Draco tried to speak, but Snape cut him off.
"Do not try to defend yourselves! I know Mr. Potter here has had his problems with the art of potion making in the past, but I expected more from you, Draco. Now, I expect you to know what went wrong."
"I-um- I chopped the wormwood too unevenly. It wasn't consistent so the potion reacted badly," Harry said, ashamed of having made a fool of himself in front of his partner. And on the first day too! He was really hoping he could show Severus that he wasn't completely rubbish at potions, but that plan obviously didn't work out.
"Detention, Potter," Snape said, sneering down at Harry, causing the teen to shudder. "Tonight at seven o'clock. Do not be late."
The professor then turned to the rest of the class and walked to the front of the room. "For those of you who managed to correctly brew your potions, I expect them to be bottled up and on my desk in five minutes."
Later that evening, Harry waited in his room until it was time to go to his detention. Ron was complaining about how unfair it was that Harry was the only one to get detention, but Harry ignored him in favor of wondering what he'd be doing; would Severus treat this like a normal detention? Harry sure hoped not.
Draco was lounging on his bed smirking at Ron and Harry; this annoyed Ron to no end, but Harry knew that his new friend was just amused. "Relax, Weasley," Draco finally spoke. "Severus is no doubt writing to my father right now to tell him of my failure."
"Fat lot of good that'll do," Ron grumbled under his breath but Harry gave him a warning look, so he let it go. As Ron was going to ask Harry about why he didn't care that he got detention, the door to their room opened and in came Seamus and Dean.
They turned to Ron and Harry, asking them if they wanted to play a game of exploding snap. "Sorry, guys," Harry replied. "I've got detention in ten minutes."
"Rough time, mate," Dean said, looking apologetically at Harry.
Harry just shook his head, making his way to the door. "Have fun scrubbing cauldrons, Harry," Draco called from his bed. Harry turned to look at him just in time to see his wink.
When Harry arrived at the potions classroom, Severus wasn't there. Confused, Harry walked into his office. Looking around, he determined that Snape must be in his quarters, so Harry made his way over to Severus' rooms, knocking on the door.
Severus answered the door, dressed in the same navy dress shirt from earlier, but he had put on a pair of muggle jeans that he knew Harry loved. Harry's mouth started watering as soon as he saw his partner. He walked into the room after Severus and they made his way to Severus' bedroom.
Harry expected his Slytherin to ravage him as soon as they entered his room, but instead they sat down, sharing the chaise in front of Severus' large fireplace. Severus pulled Harry to him, pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead. "Now tell me, brat, why did you mess up so badly today in class?"
"I was angry, Sev. You ignored me at breakfast, and then you didn't even look at me in class. Then you decided to torture me with that amazing shirt and your voice! You know how your voice gets to me, Sev," Harry responded. "I was mad and I was so turned on, I kind of just let my emotions get the best of me."
Snape chuckled, pulling Harry tighter to him, saying, "I was so worried when I noticed the potion getting too hot. I didn't want anyone, especially not you, to get hurt. I'm satisfied that you all had the common sense to get under your desks before it exploded."
"I'm sorry, Sev," Harry said, flushing in embarrassment.
"It's ok, brat," Severus replied, kissing Harry, their lips meeting for a chaste kiss. Soon, though, the kiss was anything but innocent. Harry turned to straddle the older man, kissing him hard, and grinding his hips into Severus'.
Severus moaned when they began thrusting against each other, moving to suck a hickey into Harry's neck, rejoicing in the sounds Harry made from the pleasure. His hands moved of their own accord under Harry's shirt, one feeling up Harry's side and then back down towards his hip. Severus' other hand inched up to tease Harry's sensitive nipple, flicking the bud and releasing a moan from his lover.
The men thrust against each other, shamelessly rutting, their erections meeting, eliciting grunts and gasps of pleasure from both men. Harry entangled his hands in Sev's hair as he ground against the older man, enjoying the feel of their bodies together, of Severus' hands on him, and of Severus' silky hair between his fingers.
Finally, Severus brought a hand down to palm Harry's erection through his pants and Harry did the same, enjoying the feel of Severus' thick cock and writhing in pleasure. Severus began speaking, he knew what his voice did to Harry, knew it'd be the end for him. He whispered nonsensicals in Harry's ear, nibbling on the cartilage and smirking.
"Come for me, brat," Severus said, his voice low and sexy, and it was the end for Harry. He ground down onto Severus one last time before he was gone, his orgasm pulling a moan of Severus' name from his throat. Severus followed shortly after, coming in his pants.
Both men were still for a while, holding each other, content in their lover's arms. Severus finally whispered a cleaning charm at 8:10, deciding that Harry should probably go back to the dorm.
Harry reluctantly got up, pouting as he went. He gave his partner one last kiss before leaving his rooms and slowly meandering back to the North Tower.
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