This is a bit Crack!y. But which of these chapters aren't?
Rated T? Not too bad. Not much smut. Suggestive though.
Snape/Harry
Severus stared at the bottle with apprehension. The vial held more than most people could get their hands on. Severus was just lucky that he had been able to snag two bottles of the stuff from his roommates. Deep Desire. Severus knew who he would see. Lily. Thinking of Lily brought back the memory of what he had done that horrible day. How he had ruined his one chance at Lily. He was almost angry that he wouldn't forgive him. Almost. With a soul-cleansing sigh Severus picked up the bottle. Before he could doubt himself he drank half of it. He was swept into the dream.
Severus stared at the bottle warily. He had forgotten about this potion. He had tucked it into his old potions kit and stored it away. Severus blinking away the memory it had given him. The date he hadn't had. The kiss he hadn't shared. It was bringing back other memories that were best left in the past. Snape wandered over to his liquor cabinet and pulled out fire whiskey and a shot glass. The first shot he sipped at. The second one he drank. The third he shot. The fourth he thought was the the third. And the fifth he could have sworn was water. The sixth, however, was not fire whiskey. The door to his office opened and he saw a pair of green eyes before the alcohol and the potion swept him away.
Severus was sitting in his office grading papers when there was a knock on the door. Severus looked up to find Potter walking into his office. Severus was surprised that this Potter was not how he remembered him. No he was older now. Almost thirty. And he looked delicious. Severus cleared his throat to rid himself of the thought. "Can I help you Potter?"
The brat... boy... man... had the audacity to stick out his lower lip. That was a pout. And damn it. Whatever Potter wanted he was probably going to get. Because Severus found himself weak to the look. "What do you want?"
Those green eyes looked at him and Severus felt his entire being focused much lower than his brain. He groaned. Potter grinned. And now he was dropping his robes. And DEAR GOD HE IS NAKED!
Harry didn't really want to both the professor this late at night. But Dumbledore had asked him to bring the news as fast as he could. He knocked on the door and let himself in. Snape was sitting in a chair with a purple bottle clutched in his hand. Snape looked at him, and Harry felt himself being scrutinized.
"Can I help you Potter?"
Harry cleared his throat before taking a step forward. However his robes caught on the door and pull it partially off of his shoulder. Harry groaned and then froze when he heard Snape moan too. But that moan was very different. Harry's skin suddenly felt very off. As though it wasn't sitting in the proper place.
"Come here." The man whispered and Harry found himself walking forward without really realizing it. Snape reached out and grabbed his wrist. He was falling into the man's lap. He was kissing Snape! Harry froze at first. This felt so... different. But when Harry opened his mouth to say something, he found Snape's tongue instead. Harry felt his reserves break. He had never been kissed like this. No. He had never been kissed. He had only kissed others. Now he was not in charge. He could lay back and enjoy... reality seemed to snap on him. Harry pushed from Snape's lap.
Snape reached toward him and Harry realized that there was a taste of firewhiskey on his lips. He licked the taste away. Snape stood. Harry took a step back. Before he turned and fled from the room. He was so absorbed in his own memory that he failed to notice Dumbledore. Dumbledore seeing the boy's panick immediatly checked his memory. He was frozen for a moment before he noticed the purple bottle. Dumbledore chuckled lightly before casting a spell to mute the memory. It would come back. If it ever needed to. Severus would forget it though, he had seemed to have a lot to drink. Dumbledore should cast a spell to make sure that the memory will surface if it needed to.
Dumbledore thought about the age difference before he shrugged. What did it matter when they would obviously fall in love?