Part three:

When Severus returned to his room with the cure for the first potion, it was to find the younger wizard sat up in his bed. The other man was reading, his outer robes were on the back of a nearby chair, leaving Harry reclining in the dark bed with only his high necked under shirt and trousers on. The older wizard stood in the doorway admiring the young man for a few moments before walking across the room to his bed.

The head of Slytherin sat on the edge of his bed and handed the cure for the last of the potions that had been given to Harry across to the young man. The Head of Gryffindor gazed down at the strangely red substance, and then gazed to the other man. "Please just drink it."

Harry made a face slightly, as he gulped the potion down, a moment later he grimaced and poked out his tongue.

Despite the green eyed man's voiceless state, his expression said it all. "That bad huh?" Severus asked him with a small smile.

The younger man grimaced again and nodded, sticking his tongue out once more. Before he had realised he was doing so, Severus leant in touching his tongue to that of the younger man, whose green eyes widened. As their tongues met the Potions master felt shocks of pleasure travel through him. The bat of the dungeons groaned slightly, leaning in and as he pressed forward, their lips came into contact. Both sets of eyes widened, but at first neither man moved away, they just sat like this, frozen in place.

Slowly Severus pulled back slightly flushed. "I didn't mean to do that..."

"It's alright Severus." Came the response from the box on the bedside next to Harry. "It was really nice, thank you."

"So what was the last spell they used on you?"

Not to surprised that the older man wanted to change the subject, Harry allowed him to do so. "Quietus... hence the band that reads quiet on my neck."

"Ahh, that's quite interesting, it should have returned your voice to its normal levels, but because of the other two charms on you, it instead helped to keep you quiet. That means I should just need to cast a Sonorus spell on you."

"I guess so."

With a sigh, Harry pulled off his under top and threw it onto the floor carelessly. The Potions master swallowed hard, trying not to stare at the now top naked man before him. Not seeming to notice the effect his state of undress was having on the other wizard, Harry settled back in the bed again.

Taking a deep breath Severus levelled his wand at Harry's throat. The young man gulped, he moved closer to the wand, the ebony haired man placed the tip right on to the top most blue ring on Harry's neck. The older wizard carefully cast the spell onto the younger man.

Severus let out a sigh of relief as the first of the blue bands vanished. "It worked." The dark haired man assured the brunette softly.

As Severus drew his wand away from Harry's neck, the young man placed his hand to it gulping slightly. The Potions master touched the young wizards hand and Harry's eyes met his. "Don't push yourself to hard Harry. You've been silent a long while, your voice will take time to come back to you."

The younger wizard smiled at Severus, then the green eyed man stretched, feeling suddenly tired, he lay back in the pillows. "Hey no sleeping yet." Severus told him with a smirk. "Tell me what the next potion was and then you can sleep."

"Well then bring on the book." Harry answered.

The Potions master rose from the bed, he lifted the large book he had asked Harry to look through earlier and placed it back in the young man's lap. Carefully the head of Gryffindor flicked through the pages, he stopped at a page. "This is it."

Severus took the book from Harry. As he looked down at the potion, his brows went up, it was a rather complicated potion with an equally complicated cure. "You get some rest, I'll get started on this."

The younger man blinked up at Snape owlishly. "It's getting late Severus, come to bed."

The Potions master froze. Slowly he turned back to the bed to find the younger man laying there smiling at him. "You´re right, if I don't rest then I won't be in good shape to help you tomorrow."

"Exactly." The Head of Gryffindor agreed.

The older man slipped off his outer robe, followed by his tunic and neck cloth. Leaving him in only an under shirt and trouser as he slipped into bed with the shirtless Harry.

When Severus woke in the morning, it was to a set of odd sensations. He was warm, there was an arm round his waist and his own hands were pressed against a firm and naked chest. The Potions master blinked, it took him a moment to realise just who he was pressed so firmly against. Quickly the dark eyes darted to his bed companion, who was still fast asleep. Snape took a deep breath, the musky scent of the other man filled his nose and the older wizard shivered slightly. There was something pleasant in both Harry's smell and the sensation of being held like this by him.

Slowly Harry's green eyes opened, they gazed at the man he was holding and slowly the younger wizard smiled. "Now this I could get used to." The voice box piped and Harry let out a small murmur of contentment, which made both men freeze.

Severus raised a hand to the other man's neck caressing it softly. "Harry did you just?"

The other wizard nodded once and smiled at the Potions master radiantly. "See, I told you I could help you." Snape told the younger man triumphantly.

The young man assented his head to this. "Yes you did."

"Well I shall get up and go to work on the next cure."

Harry did not release the older man, he looked into those dark eyes. "Well, I think before you do that, you had best convince me that I need to stay here."

The older man's dark brows flew up, then he smirked at the other man. Severus moved his hands round over Harry's naked chest, plotting a lazy path onto his back. Gently he pressed feather kisses to the lips of the other man, who managed to growl slightly with frustration. "Let me help you again today and I'll kiss you properly." Severus told Harry with a smirk.

Harry shook his head slightly. "Merlin save me from plotting Slytherin's."

"I think it might be a bit late for that."

The messy haired man raised both brows at his bed partner. "Oh?"

"Yes, far too late, so are you going to surrender gracefully?"

Harry smirked at the Head of Slytherin, who found the expression on the green eyed man's face somewhat worrying. "For now I will, Severus, but only if you give me the kiss you promised."

Snape leant in, his lips touched those of the other man gently, before Harry's hands wound into his dark hair and began to take the kiss deeper. The Potion masters dark eyes fluttered closed and he couldn't hold back the groan that escaped, as the Head of Gryffindor's tongue darted into his mouth.

Slowly the messy haired wizard released Severus' mouth, leaning back onto the pillows. Harry watched with a small smile as Snape shivered with desire slightly, the dark eyes opened gradually and he licked his lips. Onyx eyes met green and before the Potions master had a chance to rationalise the desire, he leant in, claiming Harry's mouth with his own. With a small gasp the younger man put both arms round the Head of Slytherin, who pressed him back into the pillows. Severus pressed closer to the younger man, groaning as he did so, both the Potion masters long fingered hands slid down over Harry's chest.

Slowly the older wizard drew back from the man under him and stared down at Harry. The Gryffindor was flushed, his lips were slightly parted. Right now Severus was very tempted to stay right where he was and explore these feelings he had for the young man. However that wasn't going to help get the young man's voice back, reluctantly the Potions master moved away from Harry. "I should get to work."

"Probably."

"Definitely." Reluctantly Severus got up from the bed, leaving the green eyed man reclining in it. Harry watched the Potions master retreat to his potions lab and smiled softly to himself. It appeared that slowly and surely Snape was starting to fall in love with him.

This made Harry's smile grow wider, he wasn't going to push the other professor too hard, the green eyed man knew, that to do so would be a bad idea. So instead the Gryffindor Head of House decided to let nature take its course.