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Young At Heart	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15428 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and am not making any money off of it. If I did , Snape would have gotten laid - often and repeatedly.

Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-Epilogue
- 9
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Chapter 10

“Thanks for coming by, Bill,” Harry said. “I
really ought to have had a thorough de-cursing done ages ago
but...well...”

“You weren't actually expecting to live here for extended
periods of time?”

“Yeah, guess so.”

“Not that I mind,” Bill answered, “but I don't see
why you didn't just go through yourself.”

“Well, I did, somewhat, but curses are your specialty and all.
I thought I ought to have it done right...Severus' room especially.
It seems to be giving him nightmares, but he rather adamantly insists
he's already settled his things there and doesn't want to shuffle
them about over 'something stupid like a bad dream'.”

Bill smirked. “Leave it to
Snape to insist on sleeping in a cursed bedroom. I'll give it a
thorough sweep,” he said as he traced his wand carefully around
the hallway, looking for any signs of minor hexes or jinxes that
they'd missed the first time through. “You know, I've been
thinking about this painting,” he whispered, gesturing towards
Mrs. Black with the tip of his wand. “Still haven't quite
figured out how to get her down, but I may
be able to cast a deafening charm around her. It's usually noise
that sets her off, if I remember right?”

“Yeah, that'd be great if you think you can do it.”

“...so, how's he handling it all? Not too much trouble, I
hope.”

“No. Not at all he's...he's great.” Harry couldn't fully
repress the first hints of a goofy grin. Great. Yeah, Severus Snape
was great. Perfect. Adorable. A million other wonderful things that
had, for the past month, found him rather naked in Harry's bed at
least three times a week. They hadn't really gone any further than
the night they'd attended the fair together – but they'd been
rather thoroughly enjoying the mutual wanks and snogging. He'd
really not been of a mind to think overmuch on anything else.

Bill sighed a bit and pulled Harry from the hall into the kitchen
with an arm over his shoulder. “You know I'm right poor at
lectures,” he said.

Uh-oh.

“So here's my best shot, alright? You've gone through a whole
lot of hell in life and you deserve a little bit of happy, I think,
but that doesn't mean I'm too thrilled with you leaving Ginny hanging
either.”

Oh. Crap. Ginny. Harry had completely forgotten about Ginny. Again.
Hadn't he been promising to wrap that whole thing up once and for all
for months? It had completely slipped his mind.

“Er...”

“Forgot all about her, did you?” Bill asked dryly and
couldn't help a little smirk. “I know what it's like, you know,
getting so swept away with being in love that the rest of the world
disappears for a while, but it comes back. Best you're ready for it
when it does.”

“Yeah, I...it's not like I haven't meant to...” Harry
stumbled awkwardly. “It's just...”

“It's just you're too wrapped up in Snape to give much thought
to anything else?” Bill asked with a smirk. “Trust me, I
understand completely, but Ginny's still my baby sister. Weasley
women are tough. She can handle whatever you throw at her, get up,
dust herself off, and move on. What she shouldn't have to handle is
sitting around for years, waiting for you, wondering if you're ever
coming back. War's over. We've had our losses, and they hurt, but
we're coping. One more won't kill her, especially one I'd wager she
knew was a shot in the dark all along.”

Bill wasn't poor at lectures at all, Harry thought. He officially
felt like an adequately poor excuse for a human being.

“Right then,” Bill said as if the serious conversation
had never happened. “I've got a creepy old house to show who's
boss. I accept tea and cakes as payment, for the record.” He
grinned, ruffled Harry's hair and ducked back out of the kitchen to
get to work dismantling whatever curses he found about the place.
“Oh! Actually, there's something Ron asked me to tell you.”

“Oh? How's he doing?”

“Peachy,” Bill answered. “They've got him
volunteering in the children's ward at St. Mungo's for his community
service. I imagine he's going to want tykes of his own in no time.
Always loved kids, Ron. Anyway, he wanted me to tell you that
Professor Trelawney was retiring.”

Ah, batty old Professor Trelawney. “A shame, that,”
Harry answered. “A right poor teacher, all said, but rather an
entertaining character to watch in her own way. Who's teaching
divination, then?” He wouldn't be taking it so it didn't
really matter, but he was curious. “Firenze?”

“Nah, that was a one time thing. McGonagall offered the job to
a classmate of yours. He accepted.”

“Yeah, who's that?” Harry had a feeling Bill was laying
on the suspense for a reason.

“Your friend Seamus.”

Harry barked out a laugh and held
his stomach. “Seamus
is going to be teaching Divination? Oh god...those poor, poor
students...”

Bill grinned impishly. “Ron seemed to imply Seamus had a
similar reaction before he accepted the job.”

“Professor Finnigan...who'd've ever...oh god...” Harry
could barely breathe he was laughing so hard when Bill ducked out of
the room to get to work. When he managed to weasel it down to a soft
chuckle he began rummaging through the cabinets. He knew he had cake
mix around here somewhere.

**

“You're wasting your time,” Snape frowned as he continued
to sit on the bed with a disinterested aura about him. He didn't
know why, but something about redheaded boys annoyed him. He had this
illogical feeling that they were always trouble, and far more than
they were worth. He didn't think it was personal – he just got
this...irritated feeling around the lot of them. Maybe it was
personal. He had no way of knowing for sure. Harry had explained
that his friend Ron's older brother would be coming by for a routine
de-hexing, and that had been fine at the time, but now he just saw
Bill as this undesirable entity invading time and space which could
be better spent snogging Harry.

“How about I decide what's a waste of my time and what's not,
hm?” Bill answered benignly as he cast careful inspection
spells over every corner of the room. “Why don't you tell me
what sort of nightmares you're having. Don't need intricate details,
really, but a general idea might help me narrow it down.”

“The room isn't cursed,” Snape sighed. “He's just
over-reacting.”

“Says you sleep just fine elsewhere,” Bill pointed out.

'Well, obviously. You're rather too exhausted to dream when he
frots you into oblivion before bed, aren't you?' the
voice in Snape's mind commented dryly. 'Voice. Do
shut up.' He rather preferred
to give biting, sarcastic remarks than receive them, Severus had
learned – least of all from himself.
“The room isn't cursed,” Severus repeated flatly.

“What is, then?” Bill
asked with the most infuriatingly cocky smirk as he crossed his arms
and leaned against the wall. 'Arrogant little prat,'
the snarky old man in Severus' head said as if he held some kind of
moral objection to Bill Weasley's existence.

“...you may want to do something about the poltergeist in the
downstairs bathroom,” Severus griped. “And leave my room
alone. It's perfectly liveable as it is.”

Bill smirked. Severus felt his hackles rise because he knew that
smirk said 'Your room, huh?' He'd stopped thinking of it as
Regulus's bedroom long ago.

“Well, I'll agree with you on one point,” Bill said in
that infuriatingly smug tone. “This room isn't cursed.”

“Obviously,” Severus dead-panned.

“So whatever your issue is,”
Bill said as he pushed lazily off the wall, “I suggest you get
the hell over it and stop making Harry worry. He's rather an expert
at worrying. Could give my mum a run for her money, I think. Though,
I'll admit, he's not nearly as loud
about it as Mum...”

Before Severus could raise further
protest, Bill had gone from the room. He finished his sweep of the
upstairs – dealing with some minor curses that they hadn't
found when the Order was there – a dresser drawer hexed to
vanish one sock from every pair, a spot in one of the guest rooms
cleverly spelled so that anyone who stood on it couldn't stop
themselves from dancing. It was all rather childish and he imagined
more than a few of them had been cast by Sirius in his youth just to
give his parents a bit of grief. He managed the deafening charm
around the portrait, and tested it out by hollering up the hall for
Harry.

Harry stumbled out of the kitchen in an apron with flour on the end
of his nose. “What are you yelling for?” he griped, so
used to tip-toeing about the lower level that his words came out as a
whisper.

Bill gave him a wide grin and stomped his foot a few times right in
the middle of the hallway in front of the portrait's curtains.
“Shall I sing a few bars?” Bill asked with a playful bow.
“Any requests?”

“Oh, that's absolutely brilliant! You're a genius, Bill!”

“Want this genius to take care of your poltergeist for you?”

Harry remembered the shared wank he had with Severus in the hall
thanks to that poltergeist and hedged a bit. “I'm rather fond
of Granny, really.”

“You're fond of a poltergeist?” Bill asked as if Harry
had gone mad.

Harry laughed and waved it off. “No, no, never mind. If it's
not too much trouble, then go ahead.”

“Sure thing. Oh, by the way, there's nothing wrong with Snape's
bedroom.”

“Eh? But, that can't be right. He's up almost every night from
the nightmares.”

“I'm the expert, aren't I?” Bill replied in a chiding
tone. Harry had said so, after all. “And I say that room is
just fine.”

Harry pursed his lips. If it wasn't a curse, then what could it
possibly be?

“Your little boyfriend's still a reticent bastard, Harry. If
you want him to open up, I imagine you'll have to get creative.”
Bill caught a whiff of something burning. “Hey, that charred
smell isn't my cake, is it?” he asked with a bemused smile and
a quirked eyebrow.

“Oh my god! The cakes!”

**

“I can't believe he actually ate it,” Severus said,
looking at the brick-like pastries sitting on the kitchen table,
aghast. He hated to give a Gryffindor props for anything, but Bill
had actually braved an entire rock-hard pastry. It was amazing. It
was also incredibly foolish. He picked one up and tapped it on the
edge of the table – it sounded like someone was knocking on a
door. “He's going to become rather ill, I imagine.”

Harry huffed a bit. “They're not all that bad,”
he protested. “I really am a perfectly decent cook.”
'When you're not distracted,' his internal voice commented.

“Harry, you could hammer nails with this thing...”
Severus replied, knocking the pastry against the table again to prove
his point.

“Well, I...I gave him the least burnt of the lot so...”

“So it's still a miracle he didn't chip a tooth.”

“Fine, you make the cakes next time,” Harry protested.

“Why should I? He's your guest.”

“Can't do it then?”

“Of course I can!” Severus declared.

Harry pinned him up against the wall and the cake rock crashed to the
floor. “Even if you're distracted?” he asked with a grin
just full of Gryffindor mischief.

Severus cleared his throat. “I'd do a fair bit better than
you, in any case. You should have set an alarm charm.”

Harry blinked. “Ah, now that would've been an idea...”
Too late now, though.

“You never think before you do anything, do you?” Severus
asked with a sort of exasperated affection.

“And you think too much before you do anything,” Harry
replied just as affectionately. He dragged his lips along Snape's
jaw, pleased at the way the young man shuddered. “Tell me
what's been keeping you up at night.”

Severus tensed a bit. Pressed against him like this, Harry could feel
it. “It's nothing you need to concern yourself over.”

“Well I'm already bloody concerned, aren't I?” Harry
sulked at him. “Do you have any idea how far Bill had to
apparate for two cups of tea and a tooth-shattering pastry?”

“So you admit they're tooth-shattering, then?” Severus
said in an effort to distract Harry from the other part of the
conversation.

“Severus...” Harry growled against his throat before
dragging his tongue over the thrumming pulse he found there.

'Damn him. He knows just how to make me melt...'
Severus thought. “You shouldn't worry about the dreams,”
he answered with a sigh, lacing his fingers into Harry's hair and
encouraging him to continue. “There's nothing you can do about
them. They have to be allowed to progress naturally.” In
theory, anyway. In actual practice, Severus had been researching
memory restoration magic for weeks and though he hadn't made much
progress, he thought he was on the verge of a breakthrough.

Harry slid his hand up under his shirt and pinched one of Snape's
tightening nipples. Severus jerked into the touch. “Tell me
what you're hiding,” Harry cooed, licking the corner of Snape's
mouth before teasing his lips into a kiss.

Severus didn't protest – he never did. The kiss made his mind
just fuzzy enough that he could pretend he'd forgotten Harry's demand
when their lips finally parted.

“Tell me,” Harry said again, sucking Snape's lower lip
between his own. When he let go with a pop, Severus just looked
amused.

“How am I supposed to tell you anything if you keep trying to
inhale my face,” he joked dryly.

Harry gave him a wicked sort of smirk and Severus rather suddenly
found his pants about his ankles. “I can try inhaling
something else,” he suggested. “I imagine you'd rather
like that.”

'Potter down on his knees, sucking...oh, that would
be delectable,' the old pervert
in Severus' head commented. Even so, the teenager had to agree. His
hips jerked a bit when Harry dragged his fingers down through his
pubes and wrapped them around his hardening shaft with a devious
little smile.

'How's that for creative?'
Harry's mind crowed triumphantly at the haze of lust that shot
through Severus' gaze. 'Merlin, you're so cute, Sev.'

“Is that supposed to be a bribe?” Severus rasped. It was
a damn good bribe.

“Depends,” Harry murmured. “Is it going to work if
it is?”

“You worry entirely too much,” Severus said, choosing not
to answer.

Harry let go of his hardening member
and curled into his lover for a much softer kiss. “I worry too
much about you,”
he corrected. “Please tell me?”

Severus sighed. “They're...my memories,” he answered
reluctantly. “You yourself have commented that my life to date
has not been terribly pleasant. As such, the memories are
sometimes...startling. There's no reason for you to make a fuss over
it. Once they have all come back to me, my midnight excursions should
come to an end.”

Harry couldn't help a bemused grin.

“What?” Severus asked defensively.

“Midnight excursions?” He knew he should be more
concerned. As many memories as Severus lacked, he could be waking up
in the middle of the night for years to come, but 'midnight
excursions'? That was such a quintessentially Snape way of saying
he'd been awakened by nightmares that Harry couldn't help but laugh
at it.

“Well, what would you
call wandering into the kitchen or the library at two in the
morning?” Severus replied defensively.

“Hm...that depends,” Harry replied playfully, dragging
his finger down the center line of Snape's chest. “If you're
naked, I think I'd call it a damn good night.”

Severus heaved an exasperated sigh. It always amazed him that Harry
couldn't seem to remain serious about anything for more than five
minutes at a time. The old man voice in his head told him that Harry
Potter had had enough 'serious' to last ten lifetimes, and he
oughtn't begrudge him a little fun. Then again, the old man voice
obviously had ulterior motives. He knew this because said Old Man
Voice often reminded him so. He told him to stop lollygagging and
just let Harry bend him over the table and have off with it already.
Old Man Voice obviously was a decade or so overdue for a good
shagging. But Severus was nervous. He didn't want to rush. He'd
heard it could be rather painful between two men, and he just thought
the entire thing required a bit more study and careful consideration
before committing to it. He definitely wanted to, though! Of course
he did! Harry was just so...oh, but he just didn't know nearly enough
yet. He'd found a book in the Black Library though, hidden behind
some old Hogwarts Textbooks, on the subject. And when he'd gotten
past blushing at the fact he was reading something
so...inappropriately graphic...it had really been very educational,
but he really thought he ought to read through it a few more times,
just to make sure the information stuck.

Harry rested his head against Severus' shoulder. “Thank you
for telling me,” he said, serious once again. “But
you've been a prat not to say anything before. I've been worried
sick.” He was still worried sick. Surely there must be some
way to make his memories return faster so Severus could get a decent
night's sleep. They were wizards, after all! Harry still often felt
like magic could solve any problem, make anything easy. Now he
realized that solving one problem often caused another. He had
managed to save Snape's life, but he'd botched the spell and now the
man he adored couldn't sleep through a night without revisiting the
horrors of his past. Harry didn't think there was any point in
apologizing, but he couldn't help but feel the burden of guilt.

Severus scrunched up his nose. “I thought not telling you
would worry you less than telling you would. It's not that important.
The sleeping mind is less obstructed than the conscious mind. That is
why the memories come back more freely while I sleep, that's all.”

“So then why don't you have them when you sleep in my bed?”

Severus colored a bit, but still managed to give Harry a look like he
was completely daft. The fact that Severus was rousing to
consciousness naked in Harry's bed more and more frequently as time
wore on had not escaped his notice, but that didn't mean he was
necessarily comfortable discussing it. “I...well, you have
something of a tendency to keep me up most of the night, don't you?”
He tried to sound scathing, but he just sounded embarrassed.

Harry grinned that trouble-making grin again. “Speaking of
keeping things up...” he murmured, dragging his tongue along
Severus' pulse again before lowering himself to his knees. He pushed
Snape's shirt up and placed a few tender kisses around his navel,
enjoying the way the skin would jump and twitch beneath his lips.

“H-Harry, you can't be serious!” Severus yelped as the
green-eyed young man wrapped his hand around the base of his cock,
which he was appraising rather hungrily.

“Of course I'm serious,” Harry laughed. “I ought
to reward your good behavior, right? Do you not want me to?”

'If you tell him no, boy, so help me...'
the Pervy Old Man Voice in Snape's head growled. 'You've
no idea how long I've wanted this. Potter on his knees before me,
opening his mouth...' Severus
shuddered a bit. He didn't particularly care for the way the dirty
old man voice called Harry 'Potter' or objectified him. He didn't
like the hungry way the voice would turn into a throaty sort of growl
when Harry touched him just the right way. He didn't like it because
he could feel such anger and frustration in everything about the 'Old
Man Voice'. He didn't want to grow up to become that, to become so
frustrated with everything that the one beacon of light through the
gloom was the thought of Harry Potter sucking him off. ...but that
didn't mean the thought of Harry wrapping his tongue around his eager
flesh wasn't incredibly arousing. “No, I, I mean...only if you
want to...” he stuttered awkwardly. Smooth, Severus, very
smooth.

Harry chuckled. One minute, bursting with confidence and sarcastic
wit. The next, a stuttering mess and all it took was a hand on his
balls. He kissed a bony hip. “It was my first fantasy about
you, you know,” Harry answered with a naughty smirk. “Wrapping
my lips around you, making you scream...tasting you when you did.”
He dragged his tongue along the stuttering boy's hipbone. He didn't
have terribly much experience with this particular act, but he wanted
to perform it for Snape, badly, and carefully dragged his tongue over
the head before closing his lips around it.

Severus let go of a throaty moan at even that small contact. It only
egged Harry on, and by the time Harry became thoroughly interested in
the act, Severus found the wall and Harry's hands on his narrow hips
were the only things keeping him upright. His traitorous legs had
turned to goo again and a sensation of vertigo overtook him.

His fingers coiled into Harry's
hair, but he didn't remember telling his hand to move.
'Harry...Merlin, you're devastating...'
That voice in his head that was his, and yet not quite his, startled
Severus. There was such adoration there, but such desperation too.
So much need, but also – intense sorrow. So much history
between them that Harry knew but he didn't. So much that he ought to
know...

...and why the hell
was he thinking about that when there was a gorgeous man on his knees
sucking his cock, anyway?

It was a miracle he was thinking at all with the way Harry was
licking him, the way his hand in that short, dark hair was
instinctively encouraging those ministrations. He let his eyes fall
closed because watching Harry bury his nose into his pubes and taking
his prick into the back of his throat was far too satisfying to
watch. When he did, images flashed behind his eyelids. Harry on the
ground glaring up at him as if he'd just been betrayed. Harry, much
younger, clinging to a broom for dear life. Harry in dress robes,
dancing with a girl who didn't have even a fraction of his charm at
some sort of ball...

The images raced through his mind with such speed that it knocked
what little air was left in his lungs clear out of him and he rasped
harshly as reality overcame him. He let out a strangled sob as he
came – the pleasure and confusion congealing into a sticky mess
that Harry drank greedily from his shuddering flesh.

Severus slid weakly down the wall
when Harry pulled back, wiping his mouth. 'God, you're
gorgeous,' Severus thought
blearily. 'Just what was I to you before?'
He knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that Harry had been his world.
He couldn't explain why he knew. So many details were missing, but
it felt like the cold truth of it all was etched into his very skin.
Harry Potter was his everything,
both then and now. He
couldn't seem to get his mind around it and just sat there in a daze
from the combination of so many memories hitting him at once and the
mind-blowing orgasm Harry had just bestowed upon him.

Harry smiled, assuming the latter was the sole culprit for the
out-of-it look on Severus' face and crawled forward to lay a soft
kiss on his cheekbone. “Merlin, you're so cute,” he
murmured.

Severus offered him a weak smile. “You're the only one who
would ever think so,” he answered, petting Harry's hair as he
settled beside him.

“Well, good for me, then,” Harry answered. “Then I
don't have to get jealous at the line of boys just waiting for you to
dump my sorry arse.”

Severus offered him a weak, placating smile and after a moment more
of catching his breath, pushed his concerns to the back of his mind
for the moment and turned to lay soft kisses on the side of Harry's
neck. Harry let a strange little mewling sound slip past his lips –
like a small child who'd just won some attention after vying for it
all afternoon. Doing his duty as a good boyfriend, Severus slipped
his hand into Harry's pants and gradually worked his way around to
returning the favor Harry had bestowed upon him with far more
practiced skill at his disposal than a sixteen year old boy who had
never had a cock down his throat ought to have.

When Harry cried out his name and released himself, Severus could
feel the 'Old Man's' delight rippling down his spine. For the first
(but not the last) time, Severus had the very distinct feeling of
being a third party in his own life, an entity keeping two lovers
apart who had waited far, far too long for one another...a pale
imitation. And he knew without the faintest bit of doubt that until
he regained his memories he would always feel that way.

TO
BE CONTINUED...
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