Severus could barely contain his grin. He'd been caught.
Damn, no booties for Mrs Norris… he sipped his tea and excused himself. He couldn't hold in his glee much longer.
So elated was he, that he didn't notice a certain Gryffindor trailing him to the dungeons.
Chapter 26
Now that he knew he'd been influenced by some kind of potion, Harry was able to restrain himself from pouncing on his professor too soon.
He stopped for a moment to place a silencing charm on his feet, careful to whisper as quietly as possible. He hadn't yet perfected his nonverbal spell casting.
When Severus was about to turn a corner, Harry grabbed him from behind, holding down his wand arm and covering his mouth, stifling any spells and/or spouts of yelling that were likely to occur.
Giggling, he whispered in Severus' ear, "Miss me?" and dragged him into an old corridor.
When he let his teacher go, he had to dodge a curse, laughing at the look on his lover's face.
"You little shit! You nearly gave me a heart attack! What did you think you were doing!" He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Calm down, Sev. It was just a bit of payback for spiking my juice. What did you give me?"
Now that they were alone, Harry let himself approach his teacher and wrap his arms around the stoic man, resting his head on a bony shoulder.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he sniffed, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders, tracing lazy circles with his thumb.
"Git," he nuzzled the hard chest, turning enough to kiss Severus' throat, up to his lips. "What have you been slipping me?" He peppered kisses over Severus' face; nuzzling his temple, littering love bites along his neck, while his hands became busy with the man's robes and belt; toying with the buckle, slowly easing it apart.
X
Severus' breath hitched at the attentions the boy was laying upon him; the sweet kisses and the tender embraces; the teasing hands at his belt.
He brought his hand to the boy's unruly hair, gently massaging, kissing his forehead, moaning when his student's fingers brushed his growing erection while toying with his belt buckle.
"I've missed you, Sev… a lot," he murmured, making Severus close his eyes in anticipation. "But… I'm assuming it's because you dosed me with something." He pulled away, a teasing smirk on his face. "What'd you give me?" His hands, however, slipped inside Severus' slacks and rubbed him over his briefs; light touches meant to tease and coax him into speaking. And they worked.
"I gave you… uh!... my 'Affection brew'. It's basically a weak love potion with – ah! – pixie oestrogen." When the last word left his lips, the boy gave a particularly harsh tug before pulling away completely.
"You gave me female hormones!" he looked comically outraged. "You're turning me into a girl?" he folded his arms, frowning. "Severus, I ran my foot up Ron's leg at dinner. I called him Won-won! I've been cuddling a pillow for a week!" He sounded almost amused. Severus was glad his prank hadn't come off as an attempted drugging. That could have been bad.
Before he could say anything though, the boy was back, wrapping his arms around him, rubbing their crotches together and kissing his throat, mumbling sweet nothings he couldn't quite make out.
"Severus… if you wanted to cuddle me so much, you could have given me detention… or sent me a letter; you didn't have to drug me." He laughed, slipping his hand back down to Severus' crotch.
The slender hand teased his cock to full arousal; rubbing firmly, lightly trailing fingernails along his shaft, tickling him through his underwear.
His hips jerked forward and his mouth went slack releasing a needy moan. He felt ridiculous in his powerlessness to resist a boy twenty years his junior. Even the realisation of the age difference did nothing to deter him from leaning into the gentle caresses and loving kisses; it did nothing to stop him from pulling the boy closer, lifting him to wrap his legs around his waist so he may rut against the adolescent's cock and grope his firm little arse simultaneously.
He'd come this far – why stop now? He'd gained too much to lose it all for something as trivial as age.
The boy rutted in his arms; the feel of their erections rubbing against each other, though muffled by cloth, was stimulating enough after so much time apart.
Severus huffed a laugh.
"We've been apart for a fortnight… and we're rutting away like animals on heat. We should be ashamed." Harry chuckled in agreement, grinning against Severus' mouth, pulling him in for a sweet, lingering kiss.
"Sev, I know it's probably too soon… but – ah! – Oh, fuck it! I'm horny and I love you and I want you to fuck me. Right here," he ground his hips particularly forcefully, tightening his arms around Severus' neck.
The Potions Master was speechless.
They were in a corridor – however deserted – and, so soon after their biggest misunderstanding to date, the boy was jumping head-first into a more intimate sexual situation with him. Bloody Gryffindor, he mentally rolled his eyes.
X
Two weeks is long enough… right? Harry was in a haze of emotions. He wanted to cuddle and snuggle Severus for ever and ever… but part of him wanted to throttle him for giving him oestrogen! Another part of him just wanted sex. A lot.
"Wait," Severus gasped, pulling away from the in-depth, rigorous kissing and thrusting and grinding. "Far be it for me to complain about your enthusiasm to reconcile our sexual relationship –" Harry cut him off, attacking him with kisses before he could finish.
Unfortunately, despite the fact that Harry had managed to jump him and drag him into a secluded corridor, Severus was still much stronger than him. Therefore, the grouchy old bat was able to push Harry away long enough to complete his protest; dumping the boy on his feet and stepping away.
"As I was trying to say!" He cleared his throat. "As much as I would enjoy fucking you into the dungeon wall," he raised his hand when the Gryffindor made to approach him again, "I believe you're still under the influence of my potion." He waited, seemingly for Harry's reaction.
"But… you said it was only a weak love potion and some hormones! I'm horny as hell because I haven't seen you in two weeks. The potion just makes me want to cuddle, right?"
"As likely as that is, I refuse to take advantage of you while you're under the influence." He seemed to hesitate before refastening his trousers and scowling at Harry. "I'm merely saving my own hide," he grouched. "I'm preventing the opportunity for you to cry rape once the potion wears off."
Harry wanted to scream.
He wanted sex and he wanted it now.
"But – " he was hushed by Severus' finger on his lips. He blinked as the man smirked.
"However," he said, drawing nearer, "we could certainly enjoy one another's company in my quarters… should you be inclined to accept my invitation." He embraced Harry, leaning in closely; their lips nearly touching.
Closing the gap, Harry kissed his lover, accepting the invitation.
X
Severus was tempted to let things progress, but knew he'd never forgive himself for taking advantage of the boy while under the influence of his own potion. As much as he wanted to believe his potion was a weak brew for enhancing affection for family and friends, he couldn't take the chance that it was affecting Harry's libido as well. That didn't mean, however, they couldn't spend the night together.
Truthfully, he'd slipped the concoction into Harry's pumpkin juice because he'd missed the boy. He'd wanted Potter to miss him as much as he'd missed the crazy sex-fiend. He'd wanted him to feel the way he did; wanted to hold the boy, even without the promise of sex. And it'd worked. Even if the affection wasn't solely for Severus, he knew the boy would be thinking of him. The hilarity of the boy snuggling a cushion in public was a bonus, really.
And the Weasley situation… absolutely priceless.
If he'd not been viciously attacked by a horny adolescent, Severus would have cackled and laughed and chuckled and possibly even giggled a little at the idiot's ridiculous actions.
As it was, however, he would have to settle for leading the brat into his chambers and cuddling him all night. The sacrifices I make for the Greater Good, he mused.
As they entered his living room, he was pleasantly surprised by a small hand slipping into his own.
"What're you smirking about now?" Harry asked, squeezing Severus' hand.
"None of your business," he huffed, pulling the boy down to lay on the couch, their legs entwined; hands clasped over Harry's abdomen. "Now, do your duty and keep me warm," he grouched, tightening his arms around the boy.
"Git," Harry laughed, turning to kiss Severus' cheek.
X
Harry sighed contentedly, loving the feel of Severus' arms around him, holding him close.
This is the first time in a fortnight that they'd been able to spend together. Sure, they saw each other in class, but it wasn't the same. Severus had to be his teacher and Harry had to be his student. But, at least now, seeing his grouchy lover intimidate his classmates was amusing. Very amusing. When he became angry enough to deduct points and give detentions, Harry noticed the man's face contorted subtly; little wrinkles formed on his forehead. Every time he saw those wrinkles, Harry wanted to sooth them; make them disappear. With his tongue. And, as he lay there, cuddled into Severus, reminiscing, he formed a plan, brilliant in its simplicity. Thinking back to what he'd said before, he decided to earn himself a detention in his next Potions class. Grinning, he turned over to lay on his belly, facing his professor.
The man was dozing; the lines of stress gone as he rested. He looked so peaceful.
He gave his teacher a kiss and snuggled into his chest; resolving to spend the night in his teacher's arms.
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A/N: Apologies for the lateness. I decided to write up a few more chapters to keep myself ahead of posting. I will update once a week from now on, until the story is finished. Which will be in the next five to ten chapters (depending on how many smut-fillers I decide to write!) Hope you enjoyed the latest instalment! :D