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Chapter List
- 1-For the Love of a Potion
- 1
Yes, I know. I
should be working on my other stories.
I can�t seem to find the energy to actually concentrate on something
with a plot at the moment. Life has not
been the best lately, and I�m far to stressed to concentrate that well. My fianc� is in the hospital again, and it�s
not looking so good, plus my two jobs aren�t helping so much either. As I�ve said before though, I�m NOT leaving
my other stories, they are merely on a break until I am able to write again. This is a bit of a stress relief for me, and
to test the waters of writing to see if I�m up to it. Feedback would be wonderful ^_^
It will help tell me if I should start writing full time again, or wait
a bit longer. Kudos to the Great Jess
for issuing this bit a shag-spot challenge.
I won�t tell you where it will happen just yet, read to find out ^_^

Title: For the Love
of A Potion

Author: Gryphnwng

Warnings: SLASH!
Don�t like, don�t read. Simple
as that. If you don�t like, read
anyways, and flame, I laugh.

Pairing: Harry/Sev. Any
others only hinted at.

Category: Humor/Romance PWP

Notes: This is only
meant for fun, it is a one-shot, and I won�t be talked into doing a
sequel!! Look what happened last time
that happened ^_-;; My last one-shot is
now 5 chapters long and going. Oi.

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Disclaimer: I only
own my five copies of the books, and two DVD�s. What makes you think I own the whole shebang???

It has often been said that potions and Neville Longbottom
are a very volatile combination, and should be treated with extreme caution
when mixed together. Perhaps because it
was the Gryffindors last year at Hogwarts, or perhaps it was because he had
somehow managed to make it into, and keep up, in the N.E.W.T.�s level class, we
shall never know. But it so happened
that on the nearly last day of class, of their last year, that the equation of
Longbottom x Potions struck again, with explosive results I may add. This happens to be the story of that fateful
day.

Harry lifted his hand to make a quick swipe of his
sweat-damped hair, fanning the fumes of his potion away from his face. So far, so good. He only had the powered moonstone to add, and he�d be done. The rest of the class was nearing the end
stages of their potions as well he saw, when he chanced a glance around the
room. In fact, Hermione had ady
dy
finished, as was usual. With a bit of a
flourish, he added his carefully measured 5 tsp. Of the powdered stone, stirred
3 times counterclockwise, and smiled as the potion became the prescribed
opalescent soft violet.

He grinned at Hermione, who smiled back and nodded when she
saw his perfect potion. This particular
potion had the qualities of a �Notice-me-not� spell with the added bonus of not
being affected by revealing spells. You
could walk through a crowded room after applying this potion and not even be
noticed, though people could see you.
They just wouldn�t remember or care.

Thankfully, with the war being over, there wasn�t a true
need for potions like these anymore, at least, not for spying. Harry sat back in his chair, emerald eyes
drifting toward the front of the room where the resident Spy and Potions Master
was presiding over the class, snarky as ever.
Though he�d never admit it to anyone, he was very relieved the man had
made it through the war alive more or less unscathed. Like everyone else though who had fought, he would carry the
emotional scars.

Thinking about the dark haired man gave Harry a pleasant
chill down his spine. No longer having
to spy in Voldemort�s ranks he had dropped the blatant favoring of the
Slytherins over the other houses, though they were still his favorite. He just awarded points to the other houses
now instead of taking them away. Harry
let himself drift off into thoughts about his Potions Professor. No longer brewing the noxious poisons and
potions that ol� Voldie required had done wonders for his appearance too, Harry
mused. His long dark hair, no longer
greasy from those noxious fumes hung down his back in a ponytail like a silken
waterfall. His skin had more colour to
it as well, a far more healthy looking soft gold. Nothing could help that nose much, he thought, though Madam
Pomphrey had straightened the old break so it was at least straight.

So lost in his study of the dark man�s body was he, that he
was startled by the sharp jab in his side.
He shot up straight in his chair, tng tng to glare at the poker. Hermione rolled her eyes and smirked, one
brow arched in amusement. Of his
friends, she was the only one who knew of Harry�s slightly more then platonic
feelings towards their mutual teacher.
She found it rather amusing, and had told Harry when he had first voiced
his thoughts that it was �about damn time you figured it out, Harry!� Now, when he lost himself in daydreams about
Snape, it was she who woke him, or covered for him. She truly was a lifesaver.

Harry quirked a smile at the girl and mouth his �thank you�
and took to watching the rest of the class finish. His eyes landed on Neville, who two years ago, had surprised
everyone by getting into the class. He
was just adding his moonstone, so Harry figured he was done too. Though, as Harry watched closer, he saw that
Neville�s potion was off. It was a
rather interesting shade of green in fact.
Harry poked Hermione, and nodded to Neville�s potion when he had her
attention. She took one look and went
pale.

�Uh oh��

Her voiced comment gave Harry due notice that Neville was
about to have one of his famous accidents.
In fact, he was about to add another ingredient. The diced demigause skin. Harry swore and stood up, hand reaching out
ineffectively to stop Neville from adding it.

�Neville, don�t add�!�

Too late. The skin
was dropped in, and a hush fell over the class. The formerly inert potion began to steam and bubble, turning a brilliant
red colour. Harry, being the brave,
heroic Gryffindor, dove in front of Neville, pushing him out of the way as the
potion exploded out of its cauldron and thoroughly drenched him.

Poor Neville stared; aghast at the mess he had created, with
his friend sitting dazed right in the middle, a bright Gryffindor red from the miss-made
potion.

�H-Harry?� Neville
stuttered, afraid he had done what many before had tried and failed to do; that
is, do in the Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry blinked, then looked around the class, still a little
dazed from his fall to the floor.

�Ummm�yeah Nev? You
ok?� Harry brought his hand up to wipe
his face, and then grimaced as he saw the extent that the potion covered
him. �You owe me new clothes Nev.�

Most of the rest of the class now crowded around Harry,
several hands reaching out to help him up.
If a few of those hands strayed a little to close to forbidden areas,
well, he was slippery because of the potion, right? Harry flushed a little, though it was hard to see under the
potion covering him, and assured all who asked that yes, he was fine, no harm
done at all. All the attention seemed a
little overboard to Harry though, after all, things like this happened all the
time in potions class.

It wasn�t until Draco Malfoy insisted on feeling up and down
his arms and legs for �broken bones� as he said, that Harry began to wonder
what was up. The blondes normal
sneering expression was instead more of the lovesick puppy type look. In fact, as he looked into the other faces
surrounding him, they all had, to some degree, a look of lust/love glazing
their eyes. Harry gulped and backed
away from the crowd, rubbing self-consciously at the potions stains on his
robes. It had to be that damn
potion! It had even Hermione looking at
him strangely! He continued back away
from the advancing crowd until he ran into a barrier that he could have sworn
hadn�t been there before.

Gulping nervously again, he slowly reached out with his
hands and felt what it was he had hit.
Warm, solid, gave a little when poked�.oh shit.

�Mr. Potter, if you are quite through with your examination
of me?�

That deep velvet voice hissing into his ear was near the end
of poor Harry. He swallowed his moan as
his cock decided to make its presence known to him. The solid warmth behind him disappeared as Professor Snape moved
around in front of him, blocking Harry from the advance of the rest of the
students. Crossing his arms in front of
his chest, he gave the students his best glare, cowing them back.

�Due to Mr. Longbottom�s extreme incompetence, class is now
cancelled for the rest of the day.
Leave your potions where they are, you are now dismissed.� Strange potion efs ors or not, no student ever
crossed the Potions Master when he used that tone. Swiftly, albeit reluctantly, the students
filed out the potion doors, with many a longing glance back. Watching them go, Snape waved the doors shut
with his wand when the last one had left.
Turning around, he switched his black eyed regard on the young man in
front of him.

Blasted Longbottom and his incompetence! If only the blasted brat hadn�t decided to
play the hero, I could have kept this secret until he�d left here! Severus Snape was not a happy camper. Normally he�d have been able to ignore the young
mans rather comely appearance. But,
with the potion absorbed into his system, there was no way he could ignore
those gorgeous green eyes, or that slim, quidditch toned body. Oh yes, he was screwed indeed. Or the screwer� A rather insidious voiced whispered in his
mind, which he damped down immediately.

The reversal of Longbottoms potions ingredients had the
affect of reversing the properties of the potion. Instead of making a mild repelling potion, it had created a very
strong topical lust potion, the antidote of which was kept in Dumbledore�s
office for safety reasons. He looked at
the red smeared Gryffindor and convulsively swallowed, hiding it with a sneer
and a hisses cleaning charm. Thus
cleaned of the potion the affect wouldn�t get any stronger as it continued to
be absorbed into the boys skin. Said
boy was currently twitching under his professors close scrutiny, a red flush
lightly gracing his cheeks.

Harry watched as his professor snarled and turned around in
a flurry of robes and headed to the closed doors.yes"> And what happened with Neville�s Potion?�

Snape remained silent for a few moments, and Harry thought that
he wouldn�t answer. Finally though the
man spoke.

�We�re going to Dumbledore�s office, for the antidote to the
potion you�ve absorbed.� He paused by
the guardian gargoyle to give the password (Newt Nugget, a new Weasley
confection) and all but shoved Harry through the opened doorway and up the
stairs. It wasn�t until the door to
Dumbledore�s office had closed behind him that Snape answered the second part
of Harry�s question.

�Tell me, Potter, what would happen if you switched the
order of the two main reactionary ingredients of a potion, hm?�

�The properties of the potion are reversed, as well as to
the degree the potion works. What does
that have to do with�Neville�s�potion� Oh no��
Harry realized that was what had happened to Neville�s potion then. He had switched the order of the Moonstone
and Demigause skin.

�Correct Mr. Potter.
I�m glad to see you have learned something in the seven years I�ve
taught you.� Almost unconsciously
Severus stalked closer to the young man, circling around him. �So instead of a mild level attention
repelling potion, we�ve gotten a strong lust potion, of which you are currently
fully inundated with. Hence, the reason
we are here.�

Harry shivered as he felt and heard, more then saw, his
professor circling behind him, his voice and breath hot on his neck. Emerald orbs darted around the office
looking for the twinkly-eyes Headmaster.
He wasn�t sure if he really wanted him to show up though, now that he
thought about it. His green eyes
gleamed as the thought occurred to him that here was a golden opportunity for
him to have what he couldn�t ordinarily have.
Severus Snape. Who was under the
affect of the lust potion, and weed ted to advances by him. His inner voice was snickering rather evilly
at that thought. He let his tousled
hair fall into his eyes, shading their intent from his professor.

�Where�s Professor Dumbledore?�

�You won�t find him here, boys. He�s off to the ministry for a meeting.� Both men followed the voice to one of the
paintings hanging on the walls. Snape
cursed under his breath. He had no idea
where in the office Dumbledore would have kept those antidotes to strong or
dangerous to keep wihe ohe others in his stores.

�Wonderful. Well,
what are you waiting for Potter? Help
me find the damned antidote!�

Harry kept his smile under wraps. He had no intention of finding it just yet. For the next ten minutes he played at
looking through the various drawers and cupboards in Dumbledore�s office,
Fawkes looking on. Getting bored he
made his way over to where Severus was checking the higher shelves in a
cabinet. Slipping himself between the
man and the furniture, he checked the lower shelving. The space was tight enough that Severus� chest, stomach, and
thighs were pressed tight to Harry�s back and backside.yes">

Severus growled, fingers flexing dangerously on Harry�s slim
shoulders. �You fool! Do you have any idea what you are doing?� He took a deep breath, trying to calm the
raging emotions that were trying to rise in him like more physical aspects of
his body before his control was lost and he took care of the Golden Boy�s
problematic virginity. �What I need,
you imbecilic Gryffindor, is you��

Harry cut him off mid sentence with a kiss, not allowing him
to finish what he had been about to say.

No chaste, shy meeting of lips was this, not by a long
shot. All control on Severus� part was
lost when he felt the boy�s, no, young man�s, lips fall upon his with a force
and hunger that surprised him. Damning
himself for the consequences, but not caring anymore he fell upon the younger
man with an equal passion. Lips met and
crushed each other, tongues twining and tas its its mate, dipping into the
others hot dark cavern to explore. Two
fully aroused bodies pressed close, hips flexing and pressing arousals into
each other, sending all other thoughts to the wind.

If either had been in the mood at that moment to here any
other sounds besides thmoanmoans and gasps of their own making, they would have
heard the appreciative wolf whistle of the sorting hat, or the various comments
and shrieks of protests by the portraits hanging on the walls. Then again, who would pay attention to things
like that when there were more interesting things to pay attention to?

Somehow while they had been exploring the others bodies witand and and mouth, Severus had maneuvered them so that Harry was leaning against
the Headmasters desk. Feeling the hard
edge of the desk behind his bum Harry detached his mouth from Severus� and
grinned impishly up at him.

�Ask, and ye shall receive, professor�you have me, so how do
you want me?�

Severus� eye twitched, Harry�s words sending yet another
jolt straight to his prick. He advanced
a bit closer to the young man, letting his mouth hang over his ear as he purred
throatily into it. �I believe, Mr.
Potter, for your insolence you shall be leaning over that desk�� He drew his wand from his robes ((NO! Not
THAT wand, you pervs! Wait for it!
Lol)) and with a casual sweep and muttered charm, all of Dumbledore�s collected
knick-knacks and lemon drops went scattering across the floor. Poor Fawkes, who was still in the room, was
a bit worse for the wear after seeing what he had�his feathers kept twitching
and he looked about to molt.

Lust�ridden green eyes stared back into equally lustful obsidian,
a small pink tongue darting out to trace over kiss swollen lips as thin nimble
fingers ghosted across his chest. The swollen
lips parted, letting a breathy moan out Harry tipped back his head. �Punishment, Professor? I have been naughty though, haven�t I?�

�Yes, quite naughty, such is the prerogative of a Gryffindor
though.� Severus allowed his wand to
make quick work of Harry�s clothing, having no patience for a strip tease. He was far to gone at that point to
wait. In barely a blink the Gryffindor
was bared to view in all his naked glory.
Soft golden toned skin stretched over the flat planes of muscle, barely
a blemish or scar mapping that body.
Slight black down graced his chest, though a thickening line led down
from his navel to where it thickened into a dense forest. From it jutted a
slim, but long prick already leaking precum from its glistening slit. Severus stepped back a pace, letting his
eyes feast upon the site laid out before him.

Finding himself in the nude quite suddenly Harry decided to
pose. After all, when this was all over
and he had taken the antidote, Severus was probably going to kill him for
this. Might as well enjoy while he
could! He let his hands trail across
his chest, tweaking his nipples and caressing his stomach. He moaned, head tilting back and eyes
closing as he let one of his hands curl around his shaft, slowly pumping.

Severus watched, but not for long. He slipped a vial from one of the many ets ets in his robes and
quickly divested himself of his own clothing by the same means he had used on
Harry. Both men were of similar shape
and stature, though Severus topped Harry by a good six inches in height. He smirked down at the young man, who hadn�t
yet realized what had happened. He did,
however, when he felt hot flesh against his skin, and a hard cock rubbing
against his equally hard cock.

Harry let his eyes rove over the older man, fingers lifting
to trace over the scars that marked a history of violence fighting on the
man. Each one had its own story, and
briefly Harry wished that this one coupling could mean something more, so coulcould learn more of the man who stood before him. Rational thought fled, however, when a hand other then his own
took up stroking his hard cock.

Severus smirked as he felt the younger man buck into his
hand, letting his other reach for the carefully placed vial of oil. You never knew when you might need
something, and he could carry quite a multitude of potions on those
pockets� Manipulating the glass vial
one-handed, he managed to thoroughly soak his fingers in the potion before
setting it aside. In a quick move, he
had Harry facing the desk and leaning over, presenting him with a view of that
lovely arse just waiting to be fucked.
One hand kept a grip on the young mans hips, while the other, greased,
hand trailed down his spine and lightly over his crack. He saw the muscles in Harry�s back tense
then shudder as one finger circled his greedy hole then enter in to his first
knuckle, gently probing in and out. He
kept teasing Harry thus until he had the boy panting and trying to thrust back
on the digit impaling him. In one
stroke, Severus obliged the Gryffindor and sank hingernger in all the way,
rubbing against his prostrate in the process.

Harry moaned as sparks seemed to travel down his spine from
that finger invading him. Severus� hand
on his hip kept him from thrusting back on it like he would have liked
though. The hard edge of the desk kept
his cock trapped between him and the wood, rubbing against him in torturous
friction with every move he made. His
fingers curled, trying to dig into the wood as Severus added another finger,
then a third, slowlretcretching him out and preparing him. His inability to move or touch was driving
him mad! Truly he was being punished.

Severus couldn�t keep this up much longer, every moan and
gasp Harry made, made him harder, and the ache between his legs couldn�t be
ignored any longer. Ignoring the
whimper of abandonment Harry made as he withdrew his fingers, he quickly oiled
his hard shaft. Both hands moved to the
boy�s hips now, gripping him tightly.
Seemingly knowing what was coming next Harry stilled his wriggling,
spreading his lags further to make penetration easier.

The loss of those fingers disappointed Harry for a moment,
until his lust fogged realized what that meant. Bigger and better things were on the way. He stilled his squirming, and in trying to
ease the pressure on his cock from the desk, invariable spread himself open
wider. No sooner had he done so, then
he felt something much more solid and thicker then several fingers press against
his opening, then slide in with a quick thrust. His breath came in a quick in-drawn hiss as he felt the burn of
the intrusion. The smooth plains of his
back break out in sweat as he tried to accustom himself to the feeling of
fullness that overcame him.

Severus stilled, letting the young man beneath him become
comfortable. Slim, long fingered hands
smoothed over the damp skin in front of him, easing the lines of tension from
the muscles and allowing the pain of intrusion to turn to pleasure. The sheer velvety heat that enfolded his
cock was almost enough to bring him to completion, and if he had moved then,
then it would have been over before things had hardly begun. By now both men were beyond thinking,
pleasure being the foremost in their minds.
Severus began to thrust gently into Harry when he felt the other start
to buck back into him. Slowly they
picked up a rhythm, a series of long slow strokes intersed sed with shorter,
harder thrusts that would bring both to the brink of orgasm, before falling
back again.

Harry arched his back against the flesh of Severus� chest;
small mewls escaping his voice every time Severus� hard cock stroked his
prostrate. His own leaking member ached
with the need to release. The friction
against the wood of the desk and his own body was driving him closer to his
orgasm, and every thrust within him added to the growing need. It only took Severus� hand closing around
his cock and stroking him in time to his thrusts and his voice in his ear to
bring him trembling to the edge, then tipping him over. He felt the warm breath caressing the shell
of ear,ear, speaking the words that allowed him release as his lovers slick
hand closed around him.

�Come for me, now, Harry, let me feel your pleasure as I
show you mine�� The low throaty voice
filled his mind, triggering the fire burning in his belly to burst forth and
spread through his veins, fuelled on by the pressure of teeth on his shoulder
and hand on his aching cock. Thick cream
erupted with volcanic force from him as he shuddered and lost himself within
from the strength of his orgasm. He
gave one inarticulate cry before slowly collapsing into the embrace of the wood
beneath him.

Severus leaned over the back of his lover, his husky voice
and pumping hand helping his partner to shuddering completion. His own came hard on the heels of Harry�s. The spasming of Harry�s passage stroked and
squeezed his member, milking his essence from him thoroughly. Severus continued to thruith ith sporadic
short strokes as he came, slowly coming down from his euphoric high, breath
coming in labored pants.

Both men lay replete, the elder atop the younger, on the
wooden desk of the office. By that
time, most occupants of the portraits had fled to other, safer frames. Only two still looked on; one completely
stunned phoenix, and a rather lecherous visiting portrait of a monk named
Miroku who could be heard humming �I�m in the money� for weeks afterwardpan pan
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Harry and Severus came to a short time later. About to say something to his lover, Severus
noticed a drawer in the desk had opened during their�exercise. Curiosity drove him to look in it, only to
fthe the coveted antidote to the lust potion that covered his student
earlier. Onemblimbling hand reached in
to draw the small vial out, and present it to a rather red-faced Harry
Potter. Harry looked at the glass vial,
gulped, and then lifted eyes to look at his rather pale-faced professor.

�Uhhh��

�Come along, Mr. Potter.
I thwe hwe have some talking to do��

Recovering his wand from wherever, Severus spelled their
clothes onto their nude bodies before collaring his student and marching him
out of the office. Once again, silence reigned
in Dumbledore�s office, now empty except for a traumatized phoenix that now
would twitch every so often. All of a
sudden, the green flames appeared in the office�s fireplace, soon replaced with
the body of the esteemed Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. Twinkling blue eyes surveyed
his office, lingering a little on his upset familiar before moving to his desk
to retrieve a lemon drop. As his hand
reached for the dish of his favorite candy, his eyes fell upon something. He blinked, and then looked at Fawkes.

�Really Fawkes, if you need to do your business, you know
how to get outside. No need to use my
desk, friend.�

That did it for the poor bird. With a long-suffering screech, he immolated in a bright burst of
flame, leaving naught but a pile of ashes in the tray beneath his stand. As it wasn�t his burning day, Dumbledore was
rather surprised.

�What did I say?�
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