"Are you paying attention Potter?" Snape barked at him, his eyes glittering with impatience.
Harry bounced on his heels excitedly, "Of course I am, but it's Fairyville Snape! Everyone dreams about going to visit the fairies!"
"Yes, if you're an eight year old girl." Snape rolled his eyes and took a deep breath, "Now for the third time, we can't spend more than a day with the fae. We need to be moving on to Russia in two day's time. We go in, retrieve the Amma rock root and we leave, understood?"
"Okay, okay." Harry muttered his bottom lip poking out a tiny bit.
Snape gave him a disbelieving look and pulled on his cloak before holding out his arm, "Let's go to Ireland."
Harry hesitated, only a slight bit this time before firmly wrapping his hand around the older man's wrist. Snape stared down at him, "Don't go and puke on my shoes, just close your eyes."
Taking a deep breath, Harry narrowed his eyes on Snape, but he decided that the man was also right. It might actually help him if he was trying to focus on something else. Snape's arm tensed under Harry's hand and then they were spinning and being pressed against each other. He tried to hold his breath during the entire journey but eventually his lungs burned and he gasped in a deep breath. The smells coming off of Snape's body made his mind dizzy, fresh parchment, ink, then the undertone of potions and earth. The smell was surprisingly lovely, even as Harry associated the smell of potions with some truly annoying memories from his past.
Queasiness hit his stomach once more and he tightened the grip on Snape's arm. The older man didn't pull away forcefully like Harry had thought and he dared to open his eyes and peek up at the man. Snape's eyes were staring at the ground, staring hard with concentration. Harry could tell they were going to land and tensed up waiting to hit the ground hard. But instead a strong hand curled around his coat and held him up as he landed. His feet wobbled a tiny bit but the hand gripping his robes held him strongly until he was able to stand without pitching over.
Heart thumping nervously, Harry let out a low breath and opened his eyes to stare up at Snape. Bright sunlight flashed in his eyes dazzling him, but he just stared up at the taller man in confusion. Snape eye's flashed into his and he asked, "You're not going to vomit all over me are you?"
Letting out a little snort, Harry shook his head, "No…No vomiting." He took another deep breath and realized how tight his grip on Snape's arm really was. With an apologetic expression, Harry removed his hands and made to step back, "Where are we?"
The hand on his cloak gave him an urgent little shake, warning him to be quiet. That's when he noticed Snape's eye's flickering around their surroundings. Tensing up, Harry quickly took in the amazingly green meadow around him. They must have been standing at the bottom of a hill because he tipped his head to the side and stared up it with apprehension. With the prickly hairs on his neck rising, Harry once again reached up and tightened his hand around Snape's upper arm, "We're being watched."
Snape nodded almost imperceptibly, his voice was hushed when he spoke, "Yes, we are."
The air around Harry grew warm and very floral smelling, but somehow the smell put him more on edge. It was deceiving smell, it smelled lovely and he was sure that it was supposed to be calming to them. However it just put him on edge, glancing up at Snape again Harry felt a small amount of fear flare up in his gut. Everyone heard about the allures and dangers of the mysterious fairies, of course most witches and wizards focused on the mysterious fairies. His other hand itched to pull out his wand but one sharp glance from Snape stopped him.
"What do we do?"
"We head up to the portal at the top of the hill, see if maybe a messenger would be willing to help us find someone to sell us some Amma rock root." Snape took a deep breath and whispered a little quieter, "No matter what happens, don't pull out your wand. They won't like that."
Harry nodded anxiously, "What if they don't like us?" He once again began pulling his hand off of Snape's arm and Snape's own hand, gripping the cloak above his heart loosened.
Snape had a fairly amused glint in his eyes as they started up the large grassy hill, "Oh I've no doubt that they'll 'like' you."
"What do you…?" Harry was cut off as they reached the top of the hill.
In the center of the hill was a stone dais but at the moment Harry wasn't focusing on the stone or the beautiful flowers that surrounded it. He was staring just above it, there seemed to be a filmy, purplish doorway there. The moment they were in front of the doorway it glowed more brightly and another sudden rush of that heated, perfumed air pushed out at him. What appeared to be a young girl stepped mostly threw the doorway. Her features were mostly humanoid although there were quite noticeable differences.
Long delicate pointed ears pushed through hair the color of the lilacs, her skin was a delicate almost see through white. The fairies body was petite but somehow willowy, her flimsy frame covered in a very sheer gold toga like dress. Her very large round, and very pale silver eyes were framed with extremely long eyelashes and she was staring at them with what appeared to be curious happiness. When she finally spoke, Harry gasped a little. Her voice had the tiniest ring of bells behind it. "Hello."
Snape stepped forward first, "Greetings, my companion and I were hoping for a messenger."
"A messenger comes with a price Severus Snape." The young fairies mouth quirked up into an amused smile.
Looking a little perturbed at the fact that the fairy knew his name without him mentioning it, Snape nodded once, "Of course, what would be of interest to a messenger?"
The young fairies eyes flashed too Harry, "You could give us him. He's so lovely. Hair as dark as night, soft skin with a lovely flush, and eyes that rival our own homelands green. We'd take him willingly, he'd be our most beautiful treasure." She blinked sweetly at the overly horrified Harry.
Eyes widening, Harry quickly turned his head to stare up at Snape warningly. The older man smirked down at him for several moments, clearly wanting to make him squirm. With an amused sigh Snape turned back to the patiently waiting fairy, "He's not mine to give."
Letting out a relieved breath Harry stared at the slightly disappointed look on the young fairies face. It passed rather quickly however and she smiled again, "I want a lock of Harry Potter's hair and then I will willingly be your messenger and friend."
Snape turned to look at Harry with a questioning look in his eyes and Harry shrugged his consent. The older man turned back to gaze at the fairy sharply, "We will consent to that bargain as long as it's promised that the hair will only be trinket. It cannot be used for any spells, charms, glamour's, or potions. It will only be a lock of hair not an ingredient."
Harry stared up at Snape gratefully, he hadn't even thought of setting the bargain with rules. Clearly Snape was the more level headed when it came to making bargains with the fae. Actually he was a bit shocked that the man would think to do that for him, think to protect him so quickly. A quirk pulled at his lips but he looked quickly back to the fairy to see if she would accept this bargain.
The violet haired fairy nodded deeply, "Your terms are acceptable." Her eyes were settled on Harry however, a deeply amused and curious sparkle in her eyes.
The man next to Harry dug around in his bag for a long moment before turning to Harry with a pair of small scissors in his hands. "I'm just going to take one curl."
Harry nodded and stepped closer to the taller man without hesitation. Snape's eyes flashed with confusion for a brief moment and then his free hand was reaching up to take hold of one of the curliest locks on the right side of Harry's head, by his ear and cheek. Snape's long cold fingers brushed across the delicate skin on the younger mans ear as he brushed the hair gently back and took hold of the curl of his choice. Harry let out an almost tiny gasp and looked away. The nerve endings on his ear had always been overly sensitive and the potion masters fingers were so cold…It had been an almost electrifying combination. He felt Snape's eyes on his face but kept staring away, two warm spots lighting up his cheeks.
Snape's hand was gently cradled the curl and then the Harry heard a snip and glanced back up at the older man, his eyes being dazzled once again by the sun. The potion masters hand was lowering, his hair carefully being held in it, but his eyes seemed to be staring right into Harry's killer curse eyes. Biting his bottom lip, Harry whispered, "Did you get it?"
His words seemed to bring the older man to his senses because Snape frowned and nodded, "Er…Yes." He turned back to the fairy in the doorway and his eyes grew wide.
Startled Harry followed his gaze and his own eyes widened. The young female fairy was no longer alone. Instead at least four more fairies were gathering around her, one other female and three males. Two of the males appeared to be guards, were what looked like refined tree bark armor and helmets with long feathers decorating the top. The second female was just as lovely as the first though her hair was the color of light blue water and she was much taller and wearing a sparkling white toga gown.
The last male was clear as a leader, the other four positioned around him as if to protect him. He was slightly taller than Harry but not quite as tall as Snape. Hair so blue it was almost dark hung down to the middle of his back. His features were all quite beautiful, his eyes large and gold. He wore silver armor over a black tunic, leggings and boots. A strangely filmy cloak hung over his shoulders and connected to his armor.
All eyes were focused on Snape and him. The guard's eyes cautious and alert but the two females and the leader's eyes were alight with extreme interest. The dark haired man seemed to float forward, his guards following him smoothly. "Welcome to Tuatha D'anan. I am one of the princes, Aadam. I would like to formally invite you into my realm for the just night of course. We will you are back on your journey together tomorrow." His voice had an extremely seductive edge to it and his eyes had danced away from Snape to stare almost amorously at Harry.
Harry flushed deeply and heard the two females laugh, their chuckles sounding like a pleasant breeze. Sending a curious glance up at Snape, Harry tilted his head to the side to see whether or not the older man agreed to the plan. The potions master was half bowing to the fairy prince, "Your Highness, thank you we would be delighted."
The princes eyes snapped back to Snape and Harry watched those strange eyes slowly go up and down the older man's body and realized with a start that the fairy princes was actually giving Snape a once over…multiple times. He thought he would shiver with revulsion but instead his eyes flicked to Snape's to gauge the man's reaction. The older man's face was blank, though he had seemed to move a step closer to Harry.
"Please call me Aadam. This is my consort Canaan." The taller, blue haired female tipped her head and smiled sweetly at them. "She will find a dealer who can locate your Amma rock root. Tonight we will welcome you with a feast and festivities. Please come." The prince smirked sweetly at them both and turned to walk back into the portal.
Snape gave Harry a quick nod, his eyes encouraging the younger man to follow close behind him. The younger brunette nodded and followed Snape up to the portal. The small fairy was still standing there, her eyes brimming with disappointment, "I'm sorry that I was unable to assist you."
"You did assist us, and thus you receive your payment." Snape tipped his head to the young fairy and held out his hand, presenting the small lock of Harry's hair.
The female's eyes glowed with happiness as she slid the hair out of Snape's palm, causing the man to erupt in a quick bout of shivers. Harry watched this interestedly until the fairy spoke, "You have a true friend in me Severus Snape, remember my name Jemima and if you ever need a messenger send for me." She batted her eyelashes and leaned into quietly say, "Your heart's desire will come true if you allow it."
Harry frowned and glanced up at Snape's face, he read the shock and confusion plainly written out on it. The older man nodded a few times, "Thank you Jemima, you've been a great help." The fairy gave him a glowing smile before motioning for them to continue through the portal.
As they neared the portal Snape reached back and told a hold of Harry's coat sleeve, "Keep close Potter the fae are known for being mischievous."
"Alright."
Taking a deep breath, Snape pulled him close and they passed through the portal. Feeling as though he was walking through dark water, Harry let out a low whimper. He really didn't like this…they had no means of escape, anything could happen. The potions masters hand tightened around his wrist and Harry hurried his footsteps up a bit. After only a short minute of walking through the dark water-like portal, they stepped out of the portal and into a bright and warm building.
At first Harry thought that they had entered another forest but quickly registered that they were inside of some sort of huge gazebo. The walls were nothing but more hanging gold, see-through curtains, the floors lined with the plushest brown carpet Harry had ever felt and thousands of twinkling lights hung from the ceiling. Outside of the building, Harry stared at the beautiful and thriving forest in awe. Flowers of all shapes, sizes and colors bloomed everywhere and sent that lovely scent flowing freely in the air. The willow trees surrounding the building seemed to almost dance with their branches.
Snape's hand continued to pull at his wrist, tugging him along. Harry looked around the room with fascination. It appeared to be the dining hall, fest ivies hall and throne room all mixed into one. A few dozen fairies both male and female were loitering around the hall, their hair and skin color differing from each fairy to the next. All were exceptionally beautiful however. The females wore the flimsy, gauzy toga like gowns, while the males strode about in leggings tunics of all colors. He was shocked to find quite a few couple, several of them the same sex, making out or petting each other heavily on what looked like overstuffed and large pillows. There seemed to be no shame at all in public displays of affection, even extreme ones.
Harry flushed, looked down at the floor and followed along after Snape. The older man strode after the Aadam who settling into his throne, one leg tossed over the arm of the chair. As they approached Aadam smiled, "Ah my new friends Severus Snape and Harry Potter, Canaan will show you to your room and then she will locate an Amma rock root dealer for you. The feast will begin in an hour so, I will see you then. Let anyone know if you need anything, anything at all." The princes eyes sparkled on Harry's as he spoke, his tone blatantly suggestive.
Heat filling his face, Harry smiled uncertainly and glanced at Snape. The potions master was busy studying the prince with intense eyes. Heart pounding, Harry looked down. The bloody prince of Fairyville was hitting on him! The blue haired fairy from before leapt down from the throne's steps and smiled at them, she spoke with her wind like voice, "Follow me."
With Snape still tugging him along, Harry glanced back once at the prince and received a cheeky wink back. Chuckling like a big dork, he almost tripped when they stopped so that Canaan could open one of the doors leading deeper into the building. Snape turned around to glare at him, "Try to keep your mind on the task Potter and try to keep your libido under control."
Harry flushed again and nodded, "Um…yeah."
Canaan laughed her spacey little laugh and led them up a wooden spiral staircase, "This is one of our guest wards. You'll have it to yourselves. We haven't had guests in weeks so we're all pretty excited. If you need anything during your stay, just ring this bell." At the top of the staircase was a silken rope that led to the bell she had described.
She led them further down to the hall and pushed open another door. Snape pulled Harry inside and they stared at the two large beds in the middle of the room, separated only by a balcony, overlooking the forest and clearly showed the mysterious night sky outside. The bed was the softest, most comfortable bed Harry had ever seen. Covered in green silk covered blankets, and fluffy down pillows, it practically called to him to sleep on it, just for a moment.
"Is the room desirable?" Canaan asked from the doorway, his eyes nervous.
"Very!" Harry bubbled out, excitement in the back of his voice.
Canaan smiled at him and turned to Snape, there a bathroom on either side of the room so that you can both freshen up. Fresh clothes will be delivered to you. I'm off to find your amma rock root dealer and I will contact you as soon as I do. Good day." She backed out of the room with a bow and softly closed the door behind her.
Harry stepped over to the bed on the left and touched the soft blankets. A low sigh fell from his lips, "Oh a comfy, lovely bed."
"I think we should clean up and go to the feast. The fae love to throw parties and now they have two reasons." Snape sighed and ran agitated fingers through his head.
"What kind of parties do fairies have?" Harry asked with great interest.
"Did you ever learn about the Romans in your muggle schools?" Snape asked with an evil smirk.
Frowning, Harry nodded, "Well…Yeah, why?"
"Well that's the kind the fae throw, except…Wilder." Snape chuckled darkly and headed off to the bathroom on his side of the room.
"What does that mean?" Harry called after him.
"Just protect your…honor tonight." Snape shut the door after him and Harry could hear the start of a shower.
Harry rolled his eyes and headed off to his own bathroom for a shower, "I lost my bloody honor years ago."
After showering and pampering himself, Harry wrapped a towel around his waist and into the main bedroom. Snape was dressed in a dark, but very soft looking tunic, leather looking leggings and no shoes. His wet hair hung down around his shoulder, looking incredibly soft and touchable looking. Overall the man looked completely refreshed and recharged. Harry felt his face heating up and cleared his throat.
Snape turned and his eyes grew a bit wider as he took in Harry. The younger brunette flushed and shifted uncomfortably, "Er…My clothes are missing…"
"I believe they took them to be washed. They left a clean outfit on your bed." Snape's eyes snapped up from Harry's body to his face, his eyes narrowing, "I believe we have about twenty minutes until this 'feast'."
Harry nodded and moved towards the bed, someone had lain out black leather leggings and a dark green tunic. With a glance over at Snape, Harry waited until the man's back was turned before dropping his towel and quickly pulling up the leggings. Clearly he was fast enough, because he could swear he heard Snape let out a little strangled noise and hurriedly turned around.
Face red, Harry pretended not to notice and pulled on the tunic. It didn't fit as well as Snape's and draped open to show a great deal of his shoulders and chest. Harry frowned at the shirt but found that its softness made up for the lack of wear ability. He looked up when Snape made a soft noise and was suddenly closer to Harry then before, "What?"
"You have to be cautious tonight Potter, you are going to be very popular attraction tonight and they are not like wizards and witches, they are extremely tricky and blatant about what they want. They've already proved how much you're worth down here. Just be on your guard."
"How have they proved it?" Harry frowned and pulled at the shirt.
"Potter, look at yourself, down here your dressed like a common trollop. No one can keep their eyes off of you and the prince has already expressed interest. I've no doubt they'll try to ply you with amazing offers to try and get you to stay down here."
Harry opened his mouth to ask more questions but the door knocked. Snape gave him a short glare before stepping over and opening the door, "yes?"
"It's time to do go down sirs." Canaan's voice replied.
"We're ready, except we don't have any shoes."
"Oh no Sir, no one wears shoes at the feasts." The fairy giggled.
"Oh, alright then."
Once again they followed the princes consort down the hall and stairs before entering the main gazebo room they'd been in before. Unlike before, a large, long table had been added to the room. What Harry guessed were servants placed food and wines all along the table. The lights hanging from the ceiling were now multicolored and considerably dimmer, giving the room a much more intimate feel. Biting his lip nervously Harry glanced over at Snape and saw that the man's lips were tightened tensely his eyes flickering around the room. Nothing had prepared Harry for a situation like this. The auror academy hadn't included a 'how to deal with a fairy party' class.
"Please follow me…" Canaan smiled dazedly and led them over to the table.
Aadam, sitting at the head of the table, smiled when he saw them and motioned them closer. "Ah my friends come and sit here by me, one on either side!"
Harry settled into the seat to the left of the prince, while Snape sat across from him, on Aadam's left. "How do you like your accommodations my friends?" he smiled at Harry, his eyes settling on the young man's large, red lips.
"Everything's quite lovely, thank you." Harry smiled back, taking in the fairy princes stunning beauty. The prince wasn't usually his taste when it came to men, but the fairy was quite forward, and very gorgeous. And now that his body was free from his armor, Harry could see that the rest of the fairies body was tight, taut and quite able to give him the ride of his life.
As if the prince knew what Harry was thinking, his lips pulled up into a devilish smirk. "I'm glad."
They sat and chatted while they made their way through the four course meals. The food was light and satisfying, not too filling at all. The rest of the guests sent Harry and Snape curious and happy looks every now and again but mostly allowed the prince his chance to chat and flirt with them both. Snape had been right when he'd told Harry that the fae were blatant about their attractions but apparently he hadn't been expecting for the prince to turn and flirt with him in front of dozens of other people, because his eyes widened and he'd coughed for a good minute after a particularly juicy invite from the prince. Harry couldn't help but burst out and laughing and got a kick to the shin from Snape for it.
As the rest of the servers began to remove most of the food and their used plates, one server stepped forward and announced, "The ferula gemina, your highness." She leaned in and presented a clear crystal jug of dark, almost sparkling liquid.
"Ah yes, Harry, Severus this is ferula gemina. It is our most beloved wine in all of Tuatha D'anan. We only bring it out for special occasions and for our esteemed guests." Aadam lifted the jug and carefully poured some of the very light pink and bubbly liquid into each of their cups. He poured some into his own cup before setting the jug down with sparkling eyes, "Its taste is different to each person who get the opportunity to try it, but it's quite delicious I assure you. Please partake in the drinking of the ferula gemina with me."
Harry lifted his glass and gave it a cursory sniff, his mouth dropped open so that he could suck in a deep gasp. The scent was almost hypnotizing and sent his head spinning. He couldn't pick out each distinctive scent but just the entire over all smell was enough to have his groin clenching enthusiastically.
With dazed eyes, Harry glanced over the rim of his cup, across the table at Snape and was amused to see that the normally so reserved man was wearing a thunderstruck look as well. His own black eyes lifted to meet Harry's green eyes and the Gryffindor playfully raised the glass at him before bringing it to his lips. Taking his first sip and watching as the rest of the fairies and Snape began drinking as well. The taste exploded inside of his mouth, making him groan softly and appreciatively. The liquid seemed to tingle on his tongue and down his throat. The taste was not sweet but something about it made Harry fall in love with the ferula gemina instantly.
Lowering his glass, Harry felt as though euphoria and daring were rippling through his veins. With a low sigh, he whispered, "Wow…"
"Isn't it amazing?" Aadam leaned in and smirked at him.
"It's quite a unique taste." Harry felt as though the room were warming up.
In fact he looked around and began to notice that the rest of the guests were beginning to step away from the table and move about the room. Many of the fae were removing the cloaks that clipped onto either their toga dresses or their tunics. Blinking dazedly Harry took another deep drink of the ferula gemina and began to giggle. Feeling a hand on his knee, his eyes snapped up. First he stared at Snape, dizzyingly thinking that maybe the man was trying to get his attention. Of course Snape was staring down into his own full cup of the fairy wine, so Harry turned to the prince and caught a seductive smile flash up onto the fairies lips.
Harry smirked back and stretched his legs under the table, forgetting to even send Snape an apologetic look when his foot brushed past the man's calf. Aadam's hand moved up his leg to his mid thigh and Harry's breath grew deeper. "So Harry Potter what do you think of Tuatha D'anan?"
"I've liked what I've seen so far, everything is… quite attractive." Harry wasn't normally so bold but he was close to finishing his fairy wine and it was making him feel daring.
Aadam's eyes flashed with desire and he stood, his hand held out to Harry, "Come, sample more fae delicacies, raven haired pet."
Harry's eyes flashed to where Snape was sitting and his brows pulled together when he saw that the man was no longer there. Figuring that he must be wandering around the party or off doing something 'Snape-like', Harry bit his bottom lip and put his hand in the prince's warm one. "Alright." He allowed himself to be pulled up off of his seat.
Avoiding couples who were doing things like dancing, laughing and some practically having sex on the large pillows, Aadam led Harry over to a cart of what looked like party treats. Chocolates to lovely smelling and too beautiful looking to eat were being handed out by the young fairy from earlier, Jemima. She gave him an adoring smile and patted the pocket where he knew she'd hidden away the lock of hair in. He smiled sweetly at her and then turned to the prince, "Your highness?"
"Two." The prince waited until she'd handed him two dark red chocolate hearts before turning to Harry. "Come along you." He tugged Harry over to one of the largest pillows in the room and grabbed two more goblets of ferula gemina. He stumbled over the strangest cat Harry had ever seen and Harry grabbed him around the waist to keep him from falling. The prince's eyes literally darkened with pleasure and he stared at Harry's lips, "Let's sit before one of us makes a mess shall we?"
Harry nodded, released the dark haired fairy and relieved him of the goblets. They settled on the large cushions and he was surprised that they were so comfortable. They seemed to meld into whatever position he was in. He handed Aadam back his goblet and the prince drank deeply before turning his body towards Harry's and tapped his bottom lip with his index finger, "Open."
Swallowing hard, Harry opened his mouth and watched as the fairy slowly slid one of the chocolate hearts onto his tongue. Talking a little breathlessly Aadam smiled at him, "let it melt on your tongue."
Harry nodded and closed his eyes as the chocolate began to melt on his tongue at first a slight bit bitter and then when it melted to the treats center it was filled with an exquisite cream. The taste exploded on Harry's tongue and he gave a little moan as the room, his skin and even the air around him suddenly seemed hotter. "What was that?" His eyes slowly slid open and he grinned at the prince who was watching him with lust filled eyes.
"One of our special party favors, it lowers inhibitions." The prince apparently had eaten his because he was suddenly pulling his tunic open and leaning into him. His eyes sparkling, the fairy pushed Harry's unruly hair out of his eyes, "Eye's like yours should never be hidden, and they are simply exquisite."
Flushing Harry looked down, the heat causing a dribble of sweat to drip a trail down his chest. Aadam laughed softly and lifted his face with a hand under his chin, "Don't be shy Harry Potter, always be confident." And then his mouth was on Harry's, his hands in the thick, black curly hair on his head.
Letting out a shocked gasp, Harry let his eyes drift close and responded to the kiss. There was no doubt that the fairy was a bloody ingenious kisser but for some reason Harry couldn't get his mind to concentrate fully. Oh he was enjoying the kiss, parts of his body could attest to that, but he felt like some sort of fire was missing. Opening his mouth, Harry allowed Aadam's tongue to do battle with his and groaned when the fairies hot hand burned a scorching trail up his bare chest. He let out a low whimper when Aadam pulled back and whispered, "You're burning up…Lets head outside."
Harry nodded eagerly and stood just a bit wobbly, he picked up his goblet and followed Aadam across the room to the waving curtains. As he passed however, he tipped his head at Jemima and mouthed the word, "Snape?" The young fairy gave him a smile and nod before pointing out at the forest. Harry nodded his thanks and stepped out into the night air. A group of fae folk were setting up what appeared to be a game of hide and seek in the woods and Aadam looked at him eagerly. With an amused nod they joined the game.
Rushing into the forest and away from the prince, Harry found a small pond and let out a relieved moan. Rushing forward he dipped his hands into the water and splashed it all over his face and into his mouth. The heat still burned inside of him and he leaned against one of the many willow trees surrounding him. The forest around him was alive with the sound of music, laughter and the sounds of those who had found a mostly private spot with their partner.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Harry opened his shirt all the way so that the air could reach his hot skin. He had to find Snape, they man had been out of his sight for too long, something could have happened. It was his job to protect the potions master and he couldn't fail. Breathing hard and standing, Harry let out a rather undignified shout when a pair of immensely cold arms pulled him to the other side of the tree. One of the hands clamped over his mouth.
"Potter, be quiet."
Harry let out a relieved gasp into Snape's hand and he pulled it away from his mouth, "Severus there you are! Where did you go?" He whispered angrily, his eyes finally focusing on the face in front of his own.
"Canaan told me that she found the dealer for the amma rock root and lured me off. I got the root and took it up to our room. When I came back you were gone. I told you to have your bloody guard up!" Severus's voice was just as low as his own and just as angry.
When the cold arms left his own, Harry whimpered and pulled his tunic off. Snape's eyes narrowed, "What's wrong with you, Harry?"
"The bloody chocolate…I don't know what's wrong with it but it made my skin so hot." Harry stared desperately at Severus's hand, wishing the cold was back on his skin.
"What chocolate?" Severus lifted a hand to Harry's forehead.
Letting out sigh, Harry leaned into the touch and whispered, "I don't know, the prince gave it to me before…"
"Before what?"
"Er…Before he snogged me…" Harry scrunched up his face in distaste and felt Severus's hand tense on his forehead. "I think there was something magical in it."
"Of course there was nitwit. Honestly Harry I warned you that he was out for you." Severus's cold hand drifted down to his neck to check his pulse.
The cold felt so good there that without even questioning it, Harry lifted his hand up press the hand firmly on his neck with his own hand. Letting out a grateful sigh, he glanced up, "Much better."
Severus was staring down him with an odd look on his face, "How much of the ferula gemina did you drink?"
"Maybe two goblets, why?"
"I found out from Jemima what it is. It's sort of like a potion, one that lowers your inhibitions and allows the part of your mind that you would usually keep locked, out." Severus's other hand had lifted and was softly drifting across his skin, helping to keep the heat down. "It also has large amounts of alcohol in it."
"Well that certainly explains why I feel so funny doesn't it." Harry let out a half hearted chuckle and pressed closer to Severus. His mind was still spinning and he knew he was probably a little drunk but the way the potion masters hands were cooling him down were too hard to resist leaning into.
"It does. I think it would be best if we attempted to sneak up to our rooms, don't you?"
"Excellent idea if you've ever had one. We don't need to be slipped anything more do we? And I certainly do not need to be snogged by the prince anymore."
Severus let out a low, dark laugh, "No I doubt you do." He pulled away slightly from Harry. When the younger man whimpered he hushed him almost gently, "I'm trying to find your shirt. If you go in there shirtless I'm sure you'll start a bloody riot."
"Too hot for my shirt." Harry pouted and crossed his arms.
Smirking at him, Severus rolled his eyes, "Harry do you do you not want to go somewhere you won't be sexually attacked and where we can figure out how to cool you down?"
Trying to find a flaw in Severus's argument and failing, he nodded his consent, "Alright, but please can we hurry?"
"As fast as we can go without causing alarm."
Harry pulled on his shirt with his pout still firmly in place but allowed Severus to take his hand and pull him through the woods quietly. They made it only a few feet before there was the crunch of someone approaching. Severus pushed Harry into the nearest tree and covered his body as much as possible with his own. Gasping the Gryffindor bit his bottom lip and sighed at the cold now near his own body. Daringly he pushed his cold palm against Severus' chest and felt the man's breath hitch in his throat.
Once the fairies had passed, Severus pulled back and stared down at him for a just a moment before looking around cautiously, he once again took Harry's hand and they rushed up to the gazebo and threw the main hall. Keeping their heads down the made it to threw the door before encountering anymore fairies. Luckily however, it was only Jemima.
She gave them a glowing smile before asking, "Everything alright?"
"Jemima what was in the chocolate that prince fed Harry?"
The fairy actually dared to giggle at Severus' question before answering, "Mostly it's just chocolate and if you chew it you don't get all of the effects. But if you allow the chocolate to melt in your mouth it releases an aphrodisiac cream."
Harry's heart thumped loud at that, "A…aphrodisiac?"
"Yes, a sexual enhancement."
Eyes snapping at the other at the same instant, Harry groaned, "Bloody brilliant."
Severus nodded before turning back to Jemima, "Is there any way to dull the effects?"
"Each cure is individualized. It's unique to each person. It only lasts the night, just like the ferula gemina."
"Thank you Jemima. You have been great help and true friend tonight." Severus murmured to her.
"Yes, thank you." Harry added his eyes serious.
"Of course Harry Potter and Severus Snape, it has been an honor to get to know you." Jemima beamed at them, her large eyes glowing with happiness. She gave them a deep curtsey before slipping back into the main hall.
Severus and Harry headed up to their rooms and the instant the door closed behind Harry, he yanked off his tunic and threw it onto the ground. Pushing his hair back, Harry groaned and fell back onto the bed, his skin now itchy and hot again now that Severus' hands weren't busy cooling him down. He could vaguely hear the older man opening the balcony and trying in vain to let some cool air into the room.
"Severus…"
The man was instantly by his side, his eyes taking in the sweat covering Harry's body. "You're burning up."
"Your hands are cold." Harry murmured, the room around him spinning as the alcohol was finally fully in his system.
Severus must have seemed to get the hint because suddenly his cold hands were drifting across Harry's bare skin, eliciting Goosebumps along the soft skin. Letting out a low moan of appreciation, Harry finally felt the heat lower in his body and smiled, "Thank you. I don't feel like my entire body is on fire now."
"Good. I'll be right back."
Harry let out a groan but nodded, "Hurry."
Closing his eyes as the onslaught of heat came back around. Harry shifted and let out a shocked gasp at the feel of his erection pressing uncomfortably against the tight leggings. He couldn't see how he could have such a deep desire for something more than sex when his entire body was on fire. As another wave of heat practically boiled the sweat out his body, Harry let out a loud moan and twisted around. He opened his eyes to search for his one source of cold and couldn't find it. He wondered if Severus had gone out again and left him to burn as a lesson to not be foolish around fairies but then the bed was dipping next to him and something wet was pressing against his chest.
Forcing his eyes open again Harry stared at the wet cloth Severus was dragging across his skin. He knew that the older man wouldn't bring a warm rag to cool him off with but the rag felt like it had been warmed up prior to use. Letting out a whimper he half heartedly pushed the cloth off his chest and grabbed the cold hands he needed. Pressing them into his chest, Harry allowed his head to drop back and let loose a moan.
"It wasn't cold enough?" Severus asked his voice a whisper.
"It wasn't cold at all!" Harry pouted and reached up to pull a leaf out of Severus's dark hair. "Aren't you feeling anything from the ferula gemina?"
"Of course I am silly boy." Severus' eyes traced his hands as they moved, though they sparkled for just the slightest moment.
Arching into the man's touch as his hands dragged across his abs Harry let out a low sigh, "What are you feeling?"
"That's an extremely personal question Harry."
Harry let out a loud laugh and shifted so that he was partially sitting up, "Severus, I'm half naked, more than a little drunk and your hands are all over me. I think I can handle a personal answer."
"Well…I suppose it lowered my natural defenses."
"Oh…"
"And you…?"
Harry bit his bottom lip before answering, Severus' hands were doing slow circles on his each of his arms, "I suppose it's making me relax, letting me react first instead of just thinking things through."
"Is that why you snogged the fairy?" Severus asked, the movements his hands were making halted.
Flushing Harry shifted again, "Yes, probably. I wouldn't normally do something like that in front of room full of people."
"I didn't know you fancied men."
Shaking his head, Harry sighed, "Only a few people do, I've managed to keep it out of the media for the most part." He reached down and shifted Severus' hands to his chest and stomach. He let out a little sigh of comfort and absentmindedly dragged his fingers across the potion masters.
He caught Severus staring at him and grinned, "Think this will be awkward tomorrow, when we're ourselves again?" His voice shook the tiniest bit when asked the tough question.
The cold hands stopped moving and just rested against his skin. Severus turned his head as though trying to shift his hair behind his face. Harry laughed softly and sat up further, hissing when Severus' hands brushed against his lower abdomen, just above his pant line. Their eyes locked and Harry searched the black eyes. Reaching up he pushed Severus' surprisingly soft hair back.
The potions master closed his eyes for a moment, "I…" His right hand moved up to massage the back of Harry's neck, "Harry…I believe it might. I think after the ferula gemina wears off, we'll both be a little confused, probably a little angry and I don't think it will be the same."
His bottom lip poking out, Harry whispered, "I know your right but I wish…" He decided to stop talking before he embarrassed himself terribly. His hands clenched the blanket underneath them and he looked away.
The hand on his neck tugged a little roughly, forcing him to gasp and look back up into Severus' dark eyes, "You wish what Harry?"
When he refused to answer again, Severus narrowed his eyes and removed both of his hands from Harry's body. Instantly the fire began back up in his skin, the younger man pouted but crossed his arms and flopped back down onto the bed stubbornly. Deep flames licked up his ribs, inner thighs, chest and his groin. Trying not to make a sound, even as the sweat began to bead up on his body, Harry and Severus stared at each other.
Finally the heat in his body grew to an unbearable heat and a whimper escaped his lips. Severus' eyes widened a bit and the man growled low in his throat, "Tell me."
Through gritted teeth Harry bit out, "Severus…" a flame burned a trail up from his hole, up his balls and straight to the head of his rock hard cock. He let out a loud moan and held his arms out for the man's arms. "Please…So hot…"
"Stubborn brat!" Severus snapped, his hands were instantly pulling Harry up into his arms and cradling his hot body into his own. "You never could just say what you had too! You've always been so stubborn and afraid of what everyone would think! Your Harry bloody Potter for fucks sake! It's your birthright to walk around acting as though every word that fell from those pouty lips was gold."
Heart pounding, Harry stared up at Severus in shock, "I wish we wouldn't change tomorrow. That we would just stay as we are now. I like this… I like that we're talking like normal people and not two people who hate each other. We're being nice to each other, hell we're even acting as though we're friends. And you keep touching me. You've never touched me before..."
Severus' hands caressed his body, over his lower back and up to his chest. Harry closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. "Harry I wish it could stay the same, I do. But I don't…I think you'll feel differently in the morning."
"Don't tell me what I will feel in the morning Severus. I know what I want." Harry snapped, his eyes burning up at Severus.
"What do you want Harry?"
Stomach clenching, though his heart was filled with the courage of the Ferula Gemina, Harry shifted a bit in Severus' arms. Glancing back up after another shake from the older man he whispered, "I…I don't want you to stop touching me." Severus opened his mouth to say something but Harry daringly placed his fingertips over the man's mouth, "There's got to be a reason that your touch is the only thing that stops my body from burning. And there's got to be a reason why the wine made us able to talk to each other without trying to kill each other. I don't want to ignore it tomorrow, or have you ignore it and go back to hating me."
Sliding his fingers off the man's soft lips Harry waited to be rejected and to be turned away. Severus' hands tangled in his hair and tugged softly, "Harry, I don't want to stop touching you either."
And then his mouth was on Harry's, his cold hands pulling the younger man closer. The throbbing in Harry's erection began speeding up, making it almost completely sore. With a groan of his own, the young auror pushed himself further up Severus' body. The older man tossed him back onto the bed, and then his cold body was above Harry's, cloaking him with that remarkable coldness. Squirming underneath Severus as their mouth's opened and their tongues dueled with each other, Harry let out a low cry that echoed the dark haired man's curse when the two bulges in their leggings pushed into together.
Pushing his hips up again, Harry moaned and whimpered, "Severus, more of you. Now…"
The potions master moved his mouth down Harry's neck and his hands were tugging at the leggings keeping their complete bodies from pushing together. He managed to slide Harry's leggings off before ripping his own off and tossing them away. When their naked bodies pushed in together for the first time, Severus let a moan push out of his mouth into the Gryffindors neck. Harry moaned as the man's cold breath released a million little Goosebumps across his skin.
Needing to make Severus feel exactly as he was Harry reached between their bodies and took a hold of the rather large and hard cock that was pushing into his own. The Slytherin man let out another curse, his hips pushing into Harry's hand eagerly. Angling both of their erections so that they would slide together deliciously, Harry rubbed the generous amounts of pre-come onto both of their cocks.
Once he removed their hands, they began to move together pushing and sliding against each other in that sinful way. As moans and gasped spilled from his mouth into Severus' Harry's hands explored the strong shoulder and back, his nails dragged down the man's spine and he smiled softly when Severus arched into his touch and whispered his name so sweetly. Reaching further down Harry gripped the hard muscles of the older man's asscheeks and groaned, "Oh Severus…Feels so good."
"Yes…"Severus hissed and began moving quicker. His hand somehow had snuck beneath them and wormed its way to Harry's ass. His fingers probed until they found the spot that made Harry scream out a little before he leaned in and clamped his teeth on Severus' shoulder.
The man above him growled and leaned down to clamp his cold mouth over Harry's earlobe, his tongue doing wicked things as it lapped at the inside of Harry's ear. The finger rubbing his rosebud pushed in slightly and Harry's body tensed up for a long second before he was pushing back on the finger, trying to get it further inside of his body. Severus whispered a spell and the inside of Harry's ass was suddenly slick. Groaning, Harry tangled his fingers in Severus' hair and whispered harshly, "I want some part of you inside of me."
The older man pulled back so that they could stare into each other's eyes. Harry pleaded with his eyes while Severus' own eyes were unreadable. Ducking down to kiss Harry softly, Severus pushed his finger all the way in and pulled back so that he could watch the younger man's face. Lights seemed to dazzle in front of Harry's eyes as felt the finger twisting inside of him. He'd never felt so connected to anyone in his entire life than in this moment, with just Severus' finger inside of his ass. His hands moved up and down the older man's body with reverent motions. He wished he could crawl inside of Severus and stay there forever, the man was heaven.
When Severus' finger brushed against his prostate, Harry let out another loud cry and buried his face in the man's neck. They began rocking together again, with him pushing up into Severus' cock and then down onto the man's finger. Their cries of pleasure mixed in the room until Harry arched up and let out a strangled moan. His cock twitched and his ass clenched around Severus' finger as his cum shot between them. He buried his face inside of the man's neck and whispered, "Severus…I love you." He pressed a kiss to the rapidly throbbing pulse and fell back onto the bed.
Above him, Severus stared down at him in shock. The man pushed forward once more before groaning out Harry's name and coming all over his stomach and softening cock. Harry smiled as Severus' body settled on top of his own, not in the least uncomfortable. He wrapped his arms around his lover and held him tight, whispering words of praise and sweet declarations into the man's hair. Severus' head popped up and the man's dark eyes trailed all across his face. When he finally spoke his voice was soft but emotion filled, "I can't believe it's you…"
Harry smiled softly at him, "You can't believe I'm what, love?"
"The one I've been waiting for all this time." Severus' eyes grew sad and he began to pull away.
Pouting a little at the lack of skin contact with his lover Harry sat up, "I've been waiting for you as well."
Severus ducked down to kiss him sweetly again before turning and stepping over to his own bed. Harry watched him with confused eyes, "What're you…"
"I'm sorry Harry I really am." Severus turned and pointed his wand at Harry.
Dread filling his heart Harry tried not to cry, "Severus please no. I love you."
"I love you too, that's why I have to do it." Severus choked on his words and before Harry could call out pleadingly again, the room filled with a soft white light and he fell back onto the bed, sleeping seemingly peacefully except for the tears that had slid down his face at the last moment.
