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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
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- 17-Epilogue
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Epilogue

Three
Years Later

Severus didn't know why he always caved in, but
after a few glasses of champagne and a slow waltz, 'Meet me behind
the shed in ten minutes,' had sounded brilliant. Now his dress
robes were jerked up well past his hips, his underpants hanging over
a nearby bush, and Harry was spent and sated in the grass beside him.
It was times like this when Severus Snape couldn't help but question
his sanity. Rutting behind the Weasley's shed was certainly
something a teenager would do, but it was hardly appropriate behavior
for two grown men, no matter how drunk or how randy.

Three years. He could hardly believe how time
could fly by. He found it just as difficult to keep his hands off of
Harry as he always had, and the feeling was apparently mutual as he
sat up, and Harry rolled onto his stomach, smirking up as he slid
between the older man's thighs.

“Harry, no,” Severus said, but his
stern tone no longer dissuaded the green-eyed incubus, especially
when Harry had a few drinks in him. It was even worse when Severus
had been drinking as well – their inhibitions seemed to take a
critical hit. It wasn't all about sex, of course, but Severus
wouldn't deny the blazing passion between them had been cause for
both explosive orgasms and explosive fights. He savored both –
especially when the explosive fights led to the explosive orgasms.

“But I'm thirsty. You damn well know for
what,” Harry answered, wrapping his fingers around his lover's
cock. He'd worried once about what would happen when Severus started
to question whether there was anything to their relationship other
than the intimacy and sleepless nights. He'd worried that his lover
would jump to conclusions, think it was only his body that Harry
wanted, but it wasn't like that. It was just that they were both
shite with words – Severus because he had such an introverted
nature, and Harry because he'd always preferred action to bullshit.
They communicated so much more to one another with their bodies than
they ever would with idle conversation. He dragged his tongue over
Snape's tip and watched the man's resistance dissolve.

This was just how they spoke to one another. A
hard shag behind the Weasley's shed said 'stop fiddling with your
dress robes. You look gorgeous.' An arse full of cum said 'I
love and accept you.' A blow job said, 'I would devour all of
you if I could. Then you would always be with me.' A slow waltz
said 'I love you so much I want everyone to know.' Touching
the face meant 'you are so precious to me I don't know how I ever
lived without you.' And a kiss? A kiss meant 'between us,
words aren't necessary.'

Severus moaned as Harry eagerly swallowed him.
You'd think they'd eventually get tired of all this. It wasn't as if
they didn't talk. Of course they talked. You can't live with
someone for three years and never have a conversation. Harry hated
horror movies. Severus' favorite scents were lilac and sandalwood.
Neither of them wanted anything to do with broccoli and they had
agreed it might be profitable to place bets on both when Draco
proposed to Seamus, and the degree of shock and horror on Seamus'
face when he did it. They agreed to disagree on whether or not
Seamus actually fancied Draco Malfoy – considering they'd been
'nothing serious' for the past three years. Severus wanted to believe
Draco had reformed; Harry didn't think it was possible. But these
details were trifling and unimportant. What they said without words,
naked in one another's arms had far more substance.

Severus grit his teeth and came, just barely
managing to keep the volume minimal. He most definitely didn't want
to be caught in the middle of such blatant intimacy behind the shed
at Ginny and Oliver's wedding. It was bad enough that they'd skipped
out on the party far earlier than was strictly polite. Someone would
notice they were gone soon.

He lifted his gaze as he noticed a shadow
blocking the sunlight, bleary with his recently spent lust, and
coughed when he found a rather startled Viktor Krum flush and quickly
turn on his heel and march away.

“Vik?” Bill asked.

“Somevone else had your idea first,”
Viktor said.

“Eh? Seriously? Who's back there?”
Bill asked with an amused sort of curiosity.”

“Perhaps ve should just return to the
party...” Viktor replied shyly.

“Hell with that. Hey! I know. Wanna
see my old bedroom?”

Bill laughed. His words were slightly slurred.
Firewhiskey, Harry imagined. Ron said Bill was always rather a light
drinker until the firewhiskey came out.

Snape listened carefully until they were gone
and then got up for his underpants, glowering when they stuck to a
branch and the fabric tore. “I told you this was a stupid
idea,” he said, but Harry was too busy laughing to care.

“Did you see the look on Krum's face?”
he asked with his usual blinding grin.

Severus sighed. “Your maturity level
never ceases to amaze me.”

“Oh come on. It was all...” He
imitated the stern, shocked expression. “Almost as good as
yours.”

“Harry,” Severus warned.

“Hey,” Harry grinned playfully,
pulling his robes back on and doing his best to straighten his hair
without the aid of a mirror. Severus relented and reached out to do
it for him without being asked. “Wanna see Ron's old room?”
Harry asked playfully.

“Most certainly not!” Severus
chided, but then sighed and leaned down for a chaste, yet loving
kiss. “Honestly, what am I going to do with you?”

“I'll make a list,” Harry answered.
“And show it to you when we get home.”

“Will there be anything on this list that
isn't X-rated?” Severus asked, lips quirked upward into a
slight smile.

“Of course!” Harry declared.
“Post-shag snacking is a must.”

“As long as we are not revisiting the
naked cookie baking a second time.”

“It wasn't that bad,” Harry
protested.

“Harry, I found dough on the ceiling.
Two weeks later.”

“Okay okay,” Harry sighed. “No
cookies.”

Severus let his shoulders slump a bit in relief
that his lover was finally seeing reason.

“...I've been wanting to try my hand at
cheesecake. What do you think?”

“Harry...”

“Whaat?” Harry whined. “I
like baking after sex.” He didn't know why. He just always
wanted to cook when he woke up after a good shag. He figured it was
because the smell of food was the only thing that managed to rouse
Snape to consciousness after their more energetic nights.

Severus shook his head a bit. This was one
battle it seemed as if he was never going to win. “At least
promise me you'll wear an apron. You nearly burnt your balls during
the cookie debacle.”

“I'll wear an apron,” Harry
answered, leaning comfortably against his lover's chest.

Severus relaxed a bit. He could deal with
cookie dough everywhere, but he was rather fond of Harry's bits as
they were, and didn't want to see his lover irreparably damage
himself, least of all over something stupid. He quirked a brow at
that infuriating Gryffindor grin that told him he was in for a full
serving of mischief.

“I'll wear the apron,” Harry
repeated. “But only the apron.”

Severus didn't hold in a short chuckle. “Well,
I suppose that's a start.”

Harry smiled softly and reached up to caress
the older man's face, dragged his finger down along the prominent
nose, across the thin lips, and cupped his cheek. 'You're so
precious to me. I don't know how I ever lived without you, my
handsome Severus.'

Severus brought his own hand to cover Harry's,
tilted his face into it, and pressed a soft kiss to his young lover's
palm. 'I love you, too.'

There was no doubt in Severus' mind that if
they'd had to rely on words to define their relationship, it would
never have gone anywhere. The things they said to one another
without words were far more precious, far more lasting. They made
him feel young again, if only at heart.

~The End~
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