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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.

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- 17-Epilogue
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Chapter 13

Seamus grinned at Harry from the other side of a crystal ball. “You
suck, mate,” he joked.

“Shut up,” Harry laughed as he lowered his cup of tea.
“No matter what you say, it's just cloudy.”

“Ye've no imagination is all,” Seamus insisted. “Ain't
ye ever played that game as a kid? Ye know, ye lay back in the grass
and watch the clouds and try to find pictures in 'em. Tha' cloud
looks like a droxy, tha' one's a dragon, and tha' one's me Uncle's
arse crack peeking outta his pants...”

Harry laughed. “Professor Trelawney you most certainly are
not,” he said.

Seamus waved it off. “Old bat loved me though,” he said
with a grin. “I just made up all sorts of shite that was
likely to happen – me blowin' shite up in potions, Neville
getting' stuck in the trick stair, your untimely demise – tha'
was her favorite.”

Harry wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, I remember. Seriously though,
Seamus. Divination? What ever happened to Care of Magical Creatures?”

Seamus shrugged casually. “Got m' whole life ahead a' me,
right? I'll get around ta that too. Teachin' for a year or two
sounded like it might be fun, and whether or not it's all bollocks,
Diviniation's a pretty interesting subject too. There's probably
something to it all, like how sometimes you walk into a room and just
get the willies, but I doubt it's something you can just snap your
fingers and determine how someone's life's going to play out. I mean,
all this prophecy shite – you'll excuse me for callin' it
shite, of course – once you hear a prophecy, you can't help but
fulfill it, but if nobody ever knew about it, maybe it'd be
different, you know? It's just proof that the minds got all these
layers. It's kind of cool to try and figure them out a bit. B'sides,
I'm looking into my options. With Care of Magical Creatures, most of
the good jobs are off East. I've got some good stuff going on right
now, so I don't want to leave England just yet.”

Harry smirked a knowing smirk as Seamus sat back and propped his feet
up on the table. “A bloke?” he asked knowingly.

“Well, 's nothin' serious,” Seamus admitted in that way
that implied he didn't think he was planning to get serious about it,
“but I'm havin' a helluva time with 'im for the moment. And
that's all I'm sayin' about it. Ye'll think I've gone mad.”

Well, that just made Harry curious. “Oh come on! We shared a
dorm for six years! I listened to you talk in your sleep about
Percy's arse!”

Seamus paled and said, “which you would do well never to
mention again!” he declared, throwing his feet back to the
floor in horror. “I was young and stupid.”

“And now?”

Seamus grinned. “Now I'm slightly older and just as stupid,”
he joked. When Harry quirked a brow, Seamus sighed and slouched in
his chair. “Malfoy.”

“Malfoy?!!”

“Shh!” Seamus answered, waving his hand a bit. “I
know. Blimey, don't I ever know! But it's not a serious thing, it's
just, you know, a thing. And he's rather a bit more attractive with
his hair mussed and his mouth wrapped around me cock, if ye get my
meaning.” He grinned impishly. “Looks rather a bit less
ferrety.”

Harry decided not to mention that
most likely anyone looks attractive when sucking you off. “Less
ferrety?” He laughed. “Well, what kind of animal would
you compare him to, then?” Harry didn't know why he was
asking. It was just so nice
to have a friend to talk to who was a bit more experienced than he
was at being with men, but who had no particular inclination to try
and get in his pants.

“Oh, I dunno...” Seamus drawled, a slow smile pulling at
his lips. “Anteater, maybe?” He made a gesture with his
hands that lewdly implied an elongated snout and Harry started
laughing. His laugh got Seamus laughing, and it was a good few
minutes before either of them calmed down long enough to breathe.

“Anyway,” Harry said eventually, tone getting a bit more
serious. “Er...this is really weird to ask...”

“Just ask, we're mates, yeah?” Seamus replied, pouring
more tea.

“Well, you've been with lots of guys, right?”

“Sure, 'spose so. Figured it all out pretty young, I guess.”

“How do you... I mean...” Harry sputtered. Deciding to
ask and asking were two completely different things. He was ready to
go the final step with Severus. Merlin was he! But he absolutely
wanted to do it right and he had no one else he could ask. “I
guess...I mean...how do you know when...and...what kind and...”
he sputtered awkwardly, unable to finish his sentences through his
embarrassment.

“Whoa whoa, slow down, mate!” Seamus laughed. “You
want some advice, yeah?”

“Er...yeah...” Harry admitted.

“So the rumors about you and Snape then. They're on?”

“Well, that part, anyway.” No comment on all the stupid
stuff about eloping and that he'd turned Snape into a sixteen year
old on purpose or any of that. “And I'm ready, you know? I
mean, I think so, but I want to do it right.”

Seamus burst out with a new fit of laughter. “Oh bloody hell,
never thought I'd see the day...” he guffawed. “Harry
Potter – not acting on instinct for the first time in his
life.” Seamus continued laughing.

“Sh-shut up! This is
important! He's like...fuck...I mean, of course I want to be careful,
do things proper. He's...it's like...my world
revolves around him, or something.”

“Your world revolving around Snape?” Seamus said, more
subdued now. “So then nothing's changed for you, eh?”

Harry's eyes widened a bit as he
realized Seamus was exactly right. His world had always
revolved around Severus Snape...and even Seamus Finnigan, class
clown, had noticed before he had. “I'm a git...”

“Pretty much,” Seamus answered. “But listen,
there's a book in the restricted section tha' should help ye out.”
He scribbled down a note so Harry would be able to take it out.
Some bullshit about a Divination assignment involving the effect of
various physical activities on the aura and how that effects the
'inner eye'. “Top shelf, left side. It's blue. First half the
book is pointless heterosexual drivel,” Seamus said with a
broad grin, “but you'll definitely find all the info you need
in the second half. Read from the back cover in.”

“Er, thanks,” Harry answered, shoving the note in his
pocket and getting up to leave.

“Oh, and Harry,” Seamus added as an afterthought.

“Huh?”

“The right lube is everything,” he smirked. “If
it's his first time, I'd splurge on the good stuff.”

Harry blushed to his ears, nodded dumbly, and headed straight for the
library. This weekend's trip to Hogsmeade would be an interesting
one – his first time in a sex shop. His limited imagination
couldn't even begin to compute what that was going to be like.

**

“Hey.”

“...Hey,” Ginny answered. She shifted her weight and
adjusted her broom over her shoulder. Harry thought she looked
annoyed.

“Er, do you have a minute? We should, you know, talk, or
something.”

Ginny sighed. In spite of what her brothers thought, she wasn't
three, and was fully capable of seeing neon signs when they were
spelled in front of her face. To be honest she'd suspected a certain
gayness in Harry long before anyone else had caught on. It wasn't
any one thing, just a combination of all the little things –
like how put out he got about that little flip of hair that never
stayed in place, or how long he took trying to pick out a new pair of
trainers because he just couldn't decide whether he liked the white
ones or the blue ones better, the way he always knew just what she
wanted to hear when she asked about a new blouse she was wearing, and
the way that when a particularly attractive man walked by, they both
noticed. Harry had just never noticed himself noticing. “Can
it wait?” she asked at last. “Practice and all. I need
to get to the Pitch.”

“Oh! Right! Yeah, of course,” Harry sputtered awkwardly.
“You know, whenever you have time or...whatever.”

“Sure. We'll catch up soon.” She didn't sound that
interested. All this 'let her down gently' nonsense her brothers
were probably preaching at Harry was a load of crap. She had waited
for Harry – for a while, but she wasn't some pathetic, lovelorn
girl in a cheesy novel. She wasn't going to wait forever, and frankly
the whole 'talking it out thing' seemed pointless. She'd humor it
though, she decided, when she had a bit of free time, if Harry needed
to get it off of his chest and get her damned meddling older brothers
off his back about it.

Later, though. Quidditch was more important than boys. Well, more
important than most boys, and the one she could think of that
trumped it thought Quidditch was pretty damn important too, so it all
worked out.

**

“What's this?” Severus asked, looking up from his book at
the piece of paper that fluttered into his lap.

“Open it and find out,” Harry purred into Snape's ear,
draping his arms around his shoulders. Sure, he hadn't really gotten
things all wrapped up with Ginny, but he felt better about himself
now that he'd made the effort. It was just a matter of waiting until
she had time to sit down for a bit and talk now. And until then,
there was still Severus and the Library and the Potions Classroom
late in the evening, and walks by the lake and Hogsmeade.

Severus opened the Hogsmeade Permission slip with Harry's signature
at the bottom of it. “This is...!”

“Well, you need one if you're going to come to Hogsmeade with
me, right, and as I'm technically your current guardian... (which
Harry didn't like to think about much because that made him a
pervert) I got Slughorn to write one up. This weekend is Hogsmeade
weekend, so we can have a proper date. Sounds good, right?”

Harry wanted a date? Like a real date? Holding hands and eating
together and making moon-eyes at each other and touching in sneaky
ways at the Three Broomsticks and such so no one would notice? An
actual, real date? Where people they knew would see them, and
not just a bunch of muggles? He offered the green-eyed boy the
tiniest of smiles and tucked the slip away for now. As he did, he
felt the completed potion brush against his fingertips and felt
certain his decision was the right one. He wouldn't take it, not at
the cost of Harry's arms around his shoulders, his lips on his
ear...that handsome face smiling at him like he was the only thing in
the world that mattered. He would take the headaches in exchange for
that. Hell, he'd even take the damned Healers. He finally had
something in his life that was perfect. He was determined not to
ruin it. And as for the potion? Well, Harry never needed to know
about that.

TO
BE CONTINUED...
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