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I love all the reviews I've been getting! Keep 'em coming! Any and all coments you have, positive or negative, are excellent.
Okay, I had been told that I was somewhat inconsistent on how long Harry bought Snape for - one paragraph read seven days, some read five. I have fixed it so that (as far as I can tell) it reads five days. So keep that in mind.
Sorry for the problems.
Allohamorah
Harry's hands worked gently but firmly into Severus' skin, the fragrant massage oil now hot from his body heat and the friction from the hands. Severus sighed as Harry's hands slid over his sides to rub along his ribcage, sliding back up before allowing his hands to slip further under his body, grazing across his nipples on their way down his body. Severus groaned as Harry's hands grazed them again, this time lingering to rub gently.
"You know, I'd have better access if you turned over," he whispered into Severus' ear, his warm breath on his neck. He allowed his body to be rotated gently and Harry straddled his hips. Severus' eyes widened with the brazenness of Harry's action but Harry just smiled. He leaned down, flattening his body against Severus', his hips grinding sinfully against his.
"Do you want me to continue?" Harry asked, nipping lightly at his ear. All Severus could manage was a quiet moan and a shaky nod. Harry slid back up, again grinding himself against what must have been an obvious erection. Severus closed his eyes as Harry's hands began to rub and massage his chest and shoulders, his hips mirroring the movements of his hands. Severus groaned and matched the movements with his own hips, relishing in the friction they were creating. Harry brought his hands to his nipples and pinched lightly. Severus arched into the touch.
"I'm going to kiss you," said Harry huskily, this thumbs rubbing on his nipples.
"Harry.." groaned Severus, closing his eyes. He felt Harry lean down slowly. He could feel each inch of Harry's body match his, stomach to stomach, chest to chest. Harry's breath drifted over his lips.. ___________________
Severus woke with a start - never had he had a dream so arousing. Actually, he couldn't remember the last sexual dream he had. Regardless, it had been intense, his erection now straining against his pyjamas, his hand absently rubbing against it. He snapped his hand away when he realized it. I will not pleasure myself to the fantasy of Harry Potter! he scolded himself. Great, he though. now he's a bloody fantasy. How is it that in a matter of hours he changed from a nuisance to a fantasy? Before he could hardly tolerate the boy and now, well, now he couldn't tolerate him but for different reasons. The blasted boy was wreaking havoc on his since dormant sexuality.
His sexuality -- Severus thought back through his life and searched for times in which his preferences may have leaned toward men. The problem, he quickly realized, was that his sexual experience was limited to one drunken experience with a girl, equally intoxicated, when he was thirty-three. She apparently had been paid off by the bartender who thought he looked like he needed to get laid. A decidedly mediocre experience, he remembered blandly. As for "crushes", though he hated calling them that, he couldn't think of any. Hard to have crushes when you think everyone morons, he thought to himself. And he had thought most people morons, much as he still did now. If not morons then at the very least below him. It appeared to him that most people now a days were either disrespectful, incompetent, immature, or some horrid combination so he, logically, made no effort to befriend anyone, let along become romantically involved. Anyway, he huffed, he was a very busy man and simply didn't have the time for adolescent romps.
But this is beside the point, he reminded himself. The point isn't the social reasons him not dating - the point was that he apparently had inclinations towards men he hadn't known about or at least acknowledged. But why would he have repressed it? He had positively no problem with homosexuality and wasn't upset over the fact that he might me. No, the problem lay in the fact that his newfound desires we roused to life by young Harry Potter. To have sexual feelings towards a student would be positively inappropriate. Well, he decided, all things that involve physical contact with Harry are coming to a definite stop. No more haircuts or massages or anything else the boy thinks up. It was only for two more days anyway. He could last two more days, then he and Harry could resume their cool and avoidant attitude towards one another. Two more days...
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Severus sighed.
"Mr. Potter, if you wouldn't mind focusing on your potion." he said impatiently. Harry blushed profusely and immediately turned to his work. That was the fourth time that class he noticed Harry being unfocused and in something of a daze, something quite uncharacteristic for him. Something clearly was bothering the boy. Well, he decided, I'll have to be finding out what the something was. Only because it was affecting his classwork, he reasoned with himself.
"Time's up," he bellowed. "Please fill a vial with your potion and hand it in to me. Mr. Potter, you are to stay after class." The students rushed around, cleaning up their equipment, and passed in their vials. Ron and Hermione gave Harry pitiful looks as they walked out.
"Yes, Professor?" asked Harry cautiously.
"I'd like to know the reason for your waning attention today. Your performance was positively substandard."
"I'm sorry Professor," he answered, blushing and looking down. I.. I didn't get much sleep last night." Harry's blush deepened and Severus suddenly wondered if Harry's sleep was disturbed similarly to him last night.
"Um.. yes, well, be sure to get a good night's sleep tonight." Severus was flustered, arousal picking back up at the thought of the dream. Luckily Harry didn't notice for he simply nodded and rushed quickly out of the room.
"What's up with you today, Harry?" he heard Ron say a little to loudly from the hallways. Severus' ears pricked up. Immediately deciding to forgo the preparations, he rushed to his locked closet, grabbed his invisibility cloak, and headed into the hallway just in time to see the trio turn around a corner.
"I still don't understand it," he heard Ron say when he was in earshot of their conversation.
"I don't know," he heard Harry sigh. "I just..." He sighed again.
"You're bound to feel something for him after all you have been through together," explained Hermione.
"But he's supposed to hate him!"
"Honestly Ron," she scolded. "That saying 'there's a thin line between love and hate' is often quite accurate. Both love and hate are intense feelings and the boundaries can become blurred."
"Oh, they've been blurred..." complained Harry. "And its my own damned fault."
"How so, Harry?" asked Ron.
Harry coughed nervously. "Well, when I bought him I did it to be able to get him out of those blasted black robes of his and into some muggle clothes, simply to irritate him. Leave it to him to foil my plan by looking really good in them." Harry shook his head. "I should have abandoned the plan when I realized I was attracted to him, but no, instead I created situations in which I'd be physically close to him."
"Situations - as in plural? I though you only cut his hair!" Hermione eyed him. "Harry... what did you do?"
"Well, his back was sore.. I felt partially responsible for making him sit with us at breakfast so I offered to give him a massage.."
"And he let you?!?" Ron was shocked.
"Yes... but it gets worse. I, uh, asked him to take off his shirt..." Harry blushed profusely.
"I cannot believe you asked your teacher to take his shirt off," sputtered Hermione.
"I know I know. Anyway, he laid down on the couch and I started rubbing his back and well, I was getting quite, uh. um.."
Ron cringed. "We get the idea."
"The thing is, I think he was, uh,. enjoying it as well." Harry paused, apparently thinking. "Anyway, I was up all night dreaming about him and about the massage, what I wanted to do to him..."
"Enough - so what did he want to see you after class for?" asked Hermione.
"He wanted to know why I wasn't paying attention in class today."
"What did you tell him?"
"I said I had trouble sleeping." Harry shook his head. "I don't doubt I'll have the same problem tonight. What I wouldn't give for some dreamless sleep potion for tonight."
Severus held back, letting the group walk away. His system was in a state of shock. He learned some very alarming information. One, the illustrious Harry Potter was gay. Two, Harry was attracted to him, Severus Snape, the most hated professor at Hogwarts. And three. Harry suspected he had had a similar reaction. He contemplated his situation as he made his way back to his class. So Harry was feeling the same way. This whole issue took a bizarre turn. It was one thing to have a fleeting attraction to a student, it was something entirely different to have the feelings reciprocated. It seemed somehow less perverse. Well, he thought, the question becomes whether I want to pursue this or not. Concluding he deserved something after years of celibacy he decided he would drop subtle hints, maybe even flirt a little (not that he knew how) and see if Harry picked up and acted on them. _________________
Neville and Harry showed up at his chambers that evening, Harry looking much more composed than he had that afternoon. Harry immediately made his way to the chair by the fire and Neville went over to the worktable.
"I read the chapter on muli-phasic potions, Professor."
"I have changed my mind," said Severus haughtily. "I've decided to teach you how to brew dreamless sleep potions." He saw Harry's face whip over to him, eyes wide and alarmed. Severus raised his eyebrows at Harry and gave him a little smile. Neville seemed oblivious to it all and began preparing the ingredients on the parchment Severus handed to him. With equal measures of satisfaction and irritation Severus saw that Neville was becoming much more proficient in potions, needing only a few corrections. The hour flew by and it seemed like no time before Neville was spooning out his potion into containers.
"Now, we need someone to take it to ensure it is functional.... Perhaps Harry wouldn't mind." Severus tried to sound matter-of-fact.
"Well, Harry? Do you mind?" Neville grinned at him and held out a vial of his potion. Harry stood up and took the vial with a slightly trembling hand, staring at it incredulously. "You alright Harry?"
"Wha-oh, Sorry Neville. Yeah, I'm fine. Of course I'll test your potion." Harry smiled, weakly.
"Thanks, mate!" Neville grinned again, and collected his belongings. "I'll be off then. Goodnight Professor." Severus nodded his 'goodnight' and with that Neville was gone.
"So, Harry, we've but one day left."
"You.. you called me Harry."
"That is your name, is it not?" Severus tried very hard to look innocent but feared he failed miserably.
"You just never used it before... but yes, we have only one day left."
"Any big plans? Any final stunts you wish me to perform?" Severus moved over to where Harry was standing.
"Nothing comes to mind," Harry squeaked, backing up nervously.
"Whats the matter, Harry? You see.. anxious." Severus continued to walk towards him, Harry now backed against a bookshelf.
"I'm fine." Severus took two more steps and was mere inches from Harry's body. He looked deep into Harry's eyes, seeing the desire lurking there. Not breaking eye contact Severus raised his hand and brought it towards Harry's face. Harry's breath hitched as his hand got closer, fingertips a hair's breadth from his cheek. The hand veered off to the side and Severus removed a book from the bookshelf. Severus backed off easily and flipped absently through the book.
"Goodnight Harry." He saw Harry slump visibly (from relief or disappointment he couldn't tell) and gather his things.
"Goodnight," he heard Harry mumble as he walked out the door, it closing behind him.
I love all the reviews I've been getting! Keep 'em coming! Any and all coments you have, positive or negative, are excellent.
Okay, I had been told that I was somewhat inconsistent on how long Harry bought Snape for - one paragraph read seven days, some read five. I have fixed it so that (as far as I can tell) it reads five days. So keep that in mind.
Sorry for the problems.
Allohamorah
Harry's hands worked gently but firmly into Severus' skin, the fragrant massage oil now hot from his body heat and the friction from the hands. Severus sighed as Harry's hands slid over his sides to rub along his ribcage, sliding back up before allowing his hands to slip further under his body, grazing across his nipples on their way down his body. Severus groaned as Harry's hands grazed them again, this time lingering to rub gently.
"You know, I'd have better access if you turned over," he whispered into Severus' ear, his warm breath on his neck. He allowed his body to be rotated gently and Harry straddled his hips. Severus' eyes widened with the brazenness of Harry's action but Harry just smiled. He leaned down, flattening his body against Severus', his hips grinding sinfully against his.
"Do you want me to continue?" Harry asked, nipping lightly at his ear. All Severus could manage was a quiet moan and a shaky nod. Harry slid back up, again grinding himself against what must have been an obvious erection. Severus closed his eyes as Harry's hands began to rub and massage his chest and shoulders, his hips mirroring the movements of his hands. Severus groaned and matched the movements with his own hips, relishing in the friction they were creating. Harry brought his hands to his nipples and pinched lightly. Severus arched into the touch.
"I'm going to kiss you," said Harry huskily, this thumbs rubbing on his nipples.
"Harry.." groaned Severus, closing his eyes. He felt Harry lean down slowly. He could feel each inch of Harry's body match his, stomach to stomach, chest to chest. Harry's breath drifted over his lips.. ___________________
Severus woke with a start - never had he had a dream so arousing. Actually, he couldn't remember the last sexual dream he had. Regardless, it had been intense, his erection now straining against his pyjamas, his hand absently rubbing against it. He snapped his hand away when he realized it. I will not pleasure myself to the fantasy of Harry Potter! he scolded himself. Great, he though. now he's a bloody fantasy. How is it that in a matter of hours he changed from a nuisance to a fantasy? Before he could hardly tolerate the boy and now, well, now he couldn't tolerate him but for different reasons. The blasted boy was wreaking havoc on his since dormant sexuality.
His sexuality -- Severus thought back through his life and searched for times in which his preferences may have leaned toward men. The problem, he quickly realized, was that his sexual experience was limited to one drunken experience with a girl, equally intoxicated, when he was thirty-three. She apparently had been paid off by the bartender who thought he looked like he needed to get laid. A decidedly mediocre experience, he remembered blandly. As for "crushes", though he hated calling them that, he couldn't think of any. Hard to have crushes when you think everyone morons, he thought to himself. And he had thought most people morons, much as he still did now. If not morons then at the very least below him. It appeared to him that most people now a days were either disrespectful, incompetent, immature, or some horrid combination so he, logically, made no effort to befriend anyone, let along become romantically involved. Anyway, he huffed, he was a very busy man and simply didn't have the time for adolescent romps.
But this is beside the point, he reminded himself. The point isn't the social reasons him not dating - the point was that he apparently had inclinations towards men he hadn't known about or at least acknowledged. But why would he have repressed it? He had positively no problem with homosexuality and wasn't upset over the fact that he might me. No, the problem lay in the fact that his newfound desires we roused to life by young Harry Potter. To have sexual feelings towards a student would be positively inappropriate. Well, he decided, all things that involve physical contact with Harry are coming to a definite stop. No more haircuts or massages or anything else the boy thinks up. It was only for two more days anyway. He could last two more days, then he and Harry could resume their cool and avoidant attitude towards one another. Two more days...
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Severus sighed.
"Mr. Potter, if you wouldn't mind focusing on your potion." he said impatiently. Harry blushed profusely and immediately turned to his work. That was the fourth time that class he noticed Harry being unfocused and in something of a daze, something quite uncharacteristic for him. Something clearly was bothering the boy. Well, he decided, I'll have to be finding out what the something was. Only because it was affecting his classwork, he reasoned with himself.
"Time's up," he bellowed. "Please fill a vial with your potion and hand it in to me. Mr. Potter, you are to stay after class." The students rushed around, cleaning up their equipment, and passed in their vials. Ron and Hermione gave Harry pitiful looks as they walked out.
"Yes, Professor?" asked Harry cautiously.
"I'd like to know the reason for your waning attention today. Your performance was positively substandard."
"I'm sorry Professor," he answered, blushing and looking down. I.. I didn't get much sleep last night." Harry's blush deepened and Severus suddenly wondered if Harry's sleep was disturbed similarly to him last night.
"Um.. yes, well, be sure to get a good night's sleep tonight." Severus was flustered, arousal picking back up at the thought of the dream. Luckily Harry didn't notice for he simply nodded and rushed quickly out of the room.
"What's up with you today, Harry?" he heard Ron say a little to loudly from the hallways. Severus' ears pricked up. Immediately deciding to forgo the preparations, he rushed to his locked closet, grabbed his invisibility cloak, and headed into the hallway just in time to see the trio turn around a corner.
"I still don't understand it," he heard Ron say when he was in earshot of their conversation.
"I don't know," he heard Harry sigh. "I just..." He sighed again.
"You're bound to feel something for him after all you have been through together," explained Hermione.
"But he's supposed to hate him!"
"Honestly Ron," she scolded. "That saying 'there's a thin line between love and hate' is often quite accurate. Both love and hate are intense feelings and the boundaries can become blurred."
"Oh, they've been blurred..." complained Harry. "And its my own damned fault."
"How so, Harry?" asked Ron.
Harry coughed nervously. "Well, when I bought him I did it to be able to get him out of those blasted black robes of his and into some muggle clothes, simply to irritate him. Leave it to him to foil my plan by looking really good in them." Harry shook his head. "I should have abandoned the plan when I realized I was attracted to him, but no, instead I created situations in which I'd be physically close to him."
"Situations - as in plural? I though you only cut his hair!" Hermione eyed him. "Harry... what did you do?"
"Well, his back was sore.. I felt partially responsible for making him sit with us at breakfast so I offered to give him a massage.."
"And he let you?!?" Ron was shocked.
"Yes... but it gets worse. I, uh, asked him to take off his shirt..." Harry blushed profusely.
"I cannot believe you asked your teacher to take his shirt off," sputtered Hermione.
"I know I know. Anyway, he laid down on the couch and I started rubbing his back and well, I was getting quite, uh. um.."
Ron cringed. "We get the idea."
"The thing is, I think he was, uh,. enjoying it as well." Harry paused, apparently thinking. "Anyway, I was up all night dreaming about him and about the massage, what I wanted to do to him..."
"Enough - so what did he want to see you after class for?" asked Hermione.
"He wanted to know why I wasn't paying attention in class today."
"What did you tell him?"
"I said I had trouble sleeping." Harry shook his head. "I don't doubt I'll have the same problem tonight. What I wouldn't give for some dreamless sleep potion for tonight."
Severus held back, letting the group walk away. His system was in a state of shock. He learned some very alarming information. One, the illustrious Harry Potter was gay. Two, Harry was attracted to him, Severus Snape, the most hated professor at Hogwarts. And three. Harry suspected he had had a similar reaction. He contemplated his situation as he made his way back to his class. So Harry was feeling the same way. This whole issue took a bizarre turn. It was one thing to have a fleeting attraction to a student, it was something entirely different to have the feelings reciprocated. It seemed somehow less perverse. Well, he thought, the question becomes whether I want to pursue this or not. Concluding he deserved something after years of celibacy he decided he would drop subtle hints, maybe even flirt a little (not that he knew how) and see if Harry picked up and acted on them. _________________
Neville and Harry showed up at his chambers that evening, Harry looking much more composed than he had that afternoon. Harry immediately made his way to the chair by the fire and Neville went over to the worktable.
"I read the chapter on muli-phasic potions, Professor."
"I have changed my mind," said Severus haughtily. "I've decided to teach you how to brew dreamless sleep potions." He saw Harry's face whip over to him, eyes wide and alarmed. Severus raised his eyebrows at Harry and gave him a little smile. Neville seemed oblivious to it all and began preparing the ingredients on the parchment Severus handed to him. With equal measures of satisfaction and irritation Severus saw that Neville was becoming much more proficient in potions, needing only a few corrections. The hour flew by and it seemed like no time before Neville was spooning out his potion into containers.
"Now, we need someone to take it to ensure it is functional.... Perhaps Harry wouldn't mind." Severus tried to sound matter-of-fact.
"Well, Harry? Do you mind?" Neville grinned at him and held out a vial of his potion. Harry stood up and took the vial with a slightly trembling hand, staring at it incredulously. "You alright Harry?"
"Wha-oh, Sorry Neville. Yeah, I'm fine. Of course I'll test your potion." Harry smiled, weakly.
"Thanks, mate!" Neville grinned again, and collected his belongings. "I'll be off then. Goodnight Professor." Severus nodded his 'goodnight' and with that Neville was gone.
"So, Harry, we've but one day left."
"You.. you called me Harry."
"That is your name, is it not?" Severus tried very hard to look innocent but feared he failed miserably.
"You just never used it before... but yes, we have only one day left."
"Any big plans? Any final stunts you wish me to perform?" Severus moved over to where Harry was standing.
"Nothing comes to mind," Harry squeaked, backing up nervously.
"Whats the matter, Harry? You see.. anxious." Severus continued to walk towards him, Harry now backed against a bookshelf.
"I'm fine." Severus took two more steps and was mere inches from Harry's body. He looked deep into Harry's eyes, seeing the desire lurking there. Not breaking eye contact Severus raised his hand and brought it towards Harry's face. Harry's breath hitched as his hand got closer, fingertips a hair's breadth from his cheek. The hand veered off to the side and Severus removed a book from the bookshelf. Severus backed off easily and flipped absently through the book.
"Goodnight Harry." He saw Harry slump visibly (from relief or disappointment he couldn't tell) and gather his things.
"Goodnight," he heard Harry mumble as he walked out the door, it closing behind him.