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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
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Chapter 12

Severus shivered as Harry's lips grazed over the shell of his ear and
nearly dropped half a bottle of pickled newt eyes into his cauldron.
“You're not supposed to be here,” he breathed. There were
so many reasons not to let this insanity with Harry continue, but
Harry's lips on his ear vanished them all.

Harry replied by pushing his long hair aside and dragging his tongue
along the sensitive flesh behind Snape's ear. He missed their time
alone at Grimauld Place so much. He hadn't had a proper kiss from
Severus once in the two weeks since school had started. He also
hadn't talked to Ginny, which meant Ron wasn't talking to him. It
wasn't that he was putting it off! It was just...he was trying to
plan the best way to say it all, and every time he thought he had it
all figured, she looked busy and he couldn't bring himself to
interrupt her. It had nothing to do with any latent heterosexuality,
but Ginny was like family, and the thought of hurting her was almost
unbearable. Almost. The person he didn't want to hurt the most was
Severus. He swore to himself he would talk to Ginny soon. Really
soon! But for tonight, Severus was alone in the potions classroom and
that was just something he couldn't resist.

“Neither are you,” he purred, wrapping his arms around
the other boy's slender waist.

“I got special permission,” Severus answered. “So
I can work on this. Can you please stop doing that?” As nice
as it felt to have Harry's lips and tongue trailing across his ear
and jaw, it was intensely distracting. He had to struggle to remember
the next ingredient he ought to add, and knew that tonight's efforts
had been wasted when he took too long adding the root of aphosdel and
the entire potion turned a murky brown.

“What are you doing, anyway?” Harry asked as he looked
down at the muddy liquid that Severus vanished with an irritated
flick of his wand. So like the old days, Harry thought, remembering
a dampened version of that annoyance every time Snape had vanished
one of Neville's potions.

“Nothing now,” Severus complained. “You've ruined
my efforts for the night.”

“Sorry,” Harry answered, but Severus didn't think he
sounded sorry at all. “But you're free now, then. Shall we go
for a walk?” He smirked impishly, “or maybe just lock the
door?” he added, pressing a kiss to the wrinkle that formed at
the corner of Snape's eye when he screwed up his face in annoyance.

“We're at school,” Severus griped. “There
are rules.”

“There's also an hour until curfew,” Harry answered. “Do
you have any idea how much I miss waking up with you? Forget in the
same bed, you're all the way down in the Slytherin dorms, and
I'm up in Gryffindor Tower. It feels like we're not even on the same
planet,” Harry complained, turning the teenager around in his
chair and pressing a soft kiss to his mouth before he could protest.
“What do you expect me to do when you're not around?”

“Your girlfriend, I'd imagine,” Snape answered tightly,
getting abruptly to his feet and hurriedly putting away his
ingredients for tomorrow. The bag of Raven Bones tumbled to the
floor with a quiet clatter and clink as Harry spun him about.

“My what?”

“I'm not stupid,” Severus spat irritably. “I hear
what everyone is saying about this girl you've been seeing. You had
your fun this summer but you don't have to pretend you still fancy me
when you already have that pretty redheaded girl. It's insulting.”

The rumors were that Harry was leaving the girl for him, which was
obviously ridiculous, but even rumors had truth in them. Harry had
been lonely this summer, was all, and he'd made the best of a bad
situation, and tried to make Snape feel comfortable in every possible
way, but now that he was back at school, of course he...against
someone pretty and willful like Ginny Weasley, Severus knew he
couldn't hold even the most diminutive candle. He couldn't compete.
And Harry, obviously, didn't want to hurt his feelings, so he was
pretending he still fancied him. That was the only story that Snape
had been able to come up with that made any sense. Harry would go
back to her, and he would be alone again. Waiting for it to happen
was killing him, and the nearly constant headaches seemed intent to
finish the job.

It also couldn't be further from the truth. “What? Merlin, no!
Sev, it's not like that. Geez, where do you get this stuff?”

“Don't lie! I heard you!” Severus cringed when his voice
cracked. “On the train. You kept talking about 'her' because
you thought I was sleeping. And everyone says you and Weasley were
practically married before the war!”

Harry sighed and pushed Severus into the desktop to stop his clumsy
attempts to put his things away and keep him in place. “Severus,”
he said firmly, “Before the war was a lifetime ago. It's true
that Ginny and I dated for a little while in sixth year, but we
called it off because of...well, you know, life, I guess...and
then last year I didn't come back to Hogwarts. We never picked it
back up again, and I don't intend to. You don't need to listen to
every stupid rumor you hear.”

“Well, what am I supposed to listen to?! I...don't know
anything! I can't remember anything! You say before the
war was 'a lifetime ago' for you, but for me it was somebody else's
life! I! How can you say you like me? How?” he demanded. “I
don't even know who I am!” He crumpled against Harry's
shoulder. That breakdown had been building up for a long time. He
felt pathetic for letting it out, but felt so much lighter now that
he had.

Harry was startled by the uncharacteristic outburst, but honestly,
the fact that it was Snape was probably the only thing that had held
it in this long. He wrapped his arms gently around the young man,
trying to find words that would be able to explain everything, that
would be able to satisfy Severus and offer all the comfort he needed,
but Harry was shite when it came to speeches. Sure, Snape was
different as a teenager, but not so different that it changed much.
He was a bit less acerbic, a little easier to read. Smaller with this
shy cuteness that just exploded out of him at times, but he hadn't
lost any of the things that Harry loved about him. Brave,
independent, brilliant, with a dry sense of humor, a gorgeous voice
and deep, evocative eyes. Stand-offish, but intensely loyal. Quiet,
nearly unflappable, but with an explosive temper. Handsome in none of
the traditional ways, but, to Harry, absolutely breathtaking. No,
the things that made Snape beautiful were still there – they
were just much more dramatic because teenagers just can't help adding
a little extra drama to life.

“You're still you,” Harry said eventually. “I know
it must be hard for you to understand. You are different, but
you're not that different. Whether it takes a week or fifty
years for you to get your memories back, it won't change who you are,
and I'll be with you, ready to help if you'll just ask for it
for once. You don't need to do everything on your own.”

Severus didn't answer right away. He didn't trust his voice not to
crack again. “...I can't live like this for another fifty
years,” he said at last. “I just...can't.”

Harry gently ran his fingers through the other boy's long, dark hair.
He hoped it was as comforting a gesture as he was going for. “I
can help you, if you want. Potions has never been my strongest
subject, but I'm fair enough at it that I can take notes for you and
help prepare ingredients.”

Severus opened his mouth to say he didn't require the help, but shut
it again and nodded. He hated to admit it, but someone who could
take notes while he brewed would be very useful, given the
unpredictable state of his ability to retain information in his
memory-scrambled brain. “You've got decent handwriting?”
he asked.

“I'll make sure to print,” Harry answered with a soft
smile and a kiss to Snape's temple. “Come walk with me? I know
it's slightly against the rules, but I think we could both use
a bit of fresh air.”

He pressed another soft kiss to Snape's temple, and the Slytherin
crumbled under his bad influence. “Just this once,” he
said firmly. “And only for a few minutes.”

But a few minutes became half an hour, and staying close to the
castle became wandering down towards the lake, curling up in the
grass together behind some unruly hedges, and snogging. After three
weeks of not touching one another at all, snogging had become
petting, petting had become groping, and before Severus remembered to
mention what a bad idea it all was, he was half naked and arching
into Harry's talented hand, meeting his boyfriend's groan of release
with a breathless kiss and his own shudder of climax.

Harry groaned and cast a quick cleaning spell before pulling Severus
against his side. The Slytherin found himself completely placated by
the hand job. He knew it was ridiculous to be so easy to please,
that a simple hand job in the moonlight could make all of his worries
and complaints vanish into the ether for the night, but Harry's hands
and lips were so eager, and his whispers held such adoration in them,
and once they'd finished the bespectacled young man always wanted to
cuddle. It made Severus feel like he could get through anything...as
long as he had Harry. He always chastised himself for sounding like
a sappy romance novel at times like this, but when he started to fall
asleep against Harry's shoulder had determined that he just didn't
care.

That night – and most nights in the coming weeks –
Severus found himself sneaking back into the Slytherin dorms late in
the evening. He was glad he wasn't a Gryffindor, because Harry had
informed him that sneaking past the Fat Lady's portrait was no easy
task. Harry always laughed it off. After all, he was an adult(if
only barely), and sneaking about late at night seemed rather
ridiculous to him at this point, but it was just the sort of idle
nonsense that always seemed so much more worth discussing while
snogging in the dark recesses of the library. Severus knew he ought
to be studying more and snogging less, but it was just so frustrating
not being able to retain things the way he used to! Luckily, at
sixteen, he was already well ahead of his classmates and his grades
didn't seem to be suffering (much). He rationalized his lack of
studying by reminding himself that if he properly managed the potion
he'd been working on nearly every night since the start of term, not
only would he have regained his memories, but also his ability to
learn new things, and thus, any studying beyond the boundaries of
what the potion would require was wholly unnecessary and therefore
pointless. Sometimes, he even managed to convince himself that he
wasn't just bullshitting to make himself feel better about the new
bout of laziness that Harry's lips inspired. He was still able to
help Harry with his Potions homework, which really made him feel much
better about his current state of brain damage.

...and the homework excuse made Harry feel much better about the fact
that he still hadn't talked to Ginny. It wasn't that he was
procrastinating, it was just that every time he thought he had the
chance to go talk to her, she looked awfully busy and he found
himself deciding not to interrupt her. Okay, he was procrastinating.
It had nothing to do with their former relationship and everything
to do with the fact he just didn't know how to say it that would make
everything go back to the way it was when she was Ron's kid sister
and Harry was just like an extra brother. He didn't want to date
Ginny – having done so in the first place turned out to be a
big mistake because it had changed everything. He'd always
felt like part of Ron's family before. Now, in spite of what they
all said, he knew he was the bad guy in this.

He sighed, and Severus took it to mean that he didn't understand. In
truth, he sort of hadn't been listening.

“No, look. It's easy,” Severus said. “You just
have to divide the quantity you have by the quantity you intend to
use, and multiply by three.”

“I'm sorry,” Harry said, leaning in and kissing Snape's
temple gently. “I think I'm burnt out for the night.”

“Oh. It's okay, then. I'm going to go over the notes you took
for me and see if I get any other ideas, then.”

“Sure, but don't work too hard. Can't have you all tired out,
what will I do at night?”

“I don't know, maybe get back to your dorm by curfew for a
change?” Severus answered scathingly.

Harry back-pedaled to steal one last kiss, running his hands over
Snape's hair and jaw, and his skinny little arms. “Merlin,
you're so cute,” he purred into the kiss.

“I'm scrawny,” Severus answered.

“Well, maybe I like scrawny. Maybe I think scrawny,
flat-arsed, long-limbed younger men are just unbearably sexy. Ever
think about that, huh?” Harry teased. “You're cute. Get
used to it.”

**

'...and I think...if I add three drops of Mermaid's Tear...'
Severus thought as he carefully
dripped what he thought ought to be the last ingredient into the
cauldron. He was so close! He could practically sense it. It was
such a delicate potion, but he was certain that this should be it.
This should definitely be right!

The potion made a quick flash of gold, and with three stirs,
counterclockwise, it changed to a lovely salmon pink. He jumped to
his feet, elated. Last night, this is when it exploded, but by
changing out the toad stones for a Vampire Bat Skull (ground into a
fine powder), and the aphosdel root for three stems of belladona, the
potion seemed to have stabilized. It was all he could do not to
drink it right away. He had to test it.

He'd trained an adult rat to circle three times when he tapped his
wand on it's cage, then had it drink a de-aging potion that mimicked
the effects he suffered as closely as he could manage. The young rat
no longer circled. Now he poured a bit of the potion into the vial.
If he was right, this should restore the balance inside of the rat
and when he tapped his wand, it ought to circle. But when the rat
drank the potion, it suddenly squeaked in pain and grew back into its
adult shape and size.

Severus bit his lip and tapped the
cage. The damn rat circled. The potion would restore him alright –
fully and completely. He looked at it carefully and considered,
going over the ingredients in his head again before slumping sullenly
into his chair. It was right. Damn potion was perfect. He couldn't
restore his mind unless he
restored his body too, because his young brain just wasn't developed
enough to handle the change. It was so obvious he'd been a fool not
to think of it before. Without the adult body, the influx of
information would kill him. That's why... He tapped his finger
against a page in the notes where the young rat had died. “That's
why,” he sighed. “The immature body isn't capable of
housing the mind. It's just not developed enough yet. If I want to
speed up the process for my mind, I have to change everything
back to normal.”

He thought on all the time he spent
with Harry, how many times Harry had touched his young, scrawny body
and murmured about how cute he was. A man in his late thirties
might be a lot of things, but he doubted 'cute' factored into any of
them. He stoppered a dose of the potion and tucked it into his
pocket, vanishing the rest and tore the page with the completed
potion from the notebook, tucking it into his breast pocket before
slamming the notebook shut. He rubbed his hand across his brow. 'So
I can have my mind, or I can have Harry, huh?' he
thought. He acted like there was a decision to consider carefully
there, but he knew that was bullshit. Even if he carried the potion
around with him, he wouldn't take it. Harry came first. He had a
feeling that Harry had always
come first.

TO
BE CONTINUED...
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