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Tempus	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 27396 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The familiar smell of the infirmary bringing Harry from his dream, he let out a shaky breath, determined to never drink again. He nestled into the sheets, memories of time spent wrapped in these clinical smelling sheets flashing through his mind.

Wait, infirmary? Shit I’m not dreaming!

“Ahh, you’re awake.” Dumbledore’s calm voice instantly making Harry relax, he opened his eyes to regard the man that he had come to think of like a grandfather. The vision of him falling to his death suddenly at the forefront of his mind, Dumbledore letting out a gasp, Harry’s eyes widened at the realization that Dumbledore had read his mind.

“Who are you?” Harry detected that the normally unflappable man was flustered. Harry let out a sigh, sitting up in bed and looking at the man.

“It’s a long story, but its goes a bit like this..”

Several hours later, Dumbledore and Harry sat looking at each other, the headmaster speechless, Harry had told him everything, the prophecy, the rise and fall of Voldemort, both times, his parents, his death. Harry had debated whether to tell him everything but came to the conclusion that he would be able to see it anyway so he may as well be honest.

“So, Harry, about the charm, you have no idea how it worked or even how long it will last?” Harry shrugged his shoulders, a thought appearing in his mind.

“Snape! He would know, it’s his spell.” Dumbledore nodded, a frown on his face.

“He’s just a child, I’m not sure you meeting him would be a good idea,” Dumbledore stopped for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, “You admitted that you once hated him, I will not risk my students.”

Harry bristled at the insinuation, but then remembered he hadn’t been completely honest about his feelings for the potion master.

Couldn’t really say, used to hate him but wish I’d had the chance to fuck him.

Harry had to school his features into the pretence of calm, a laugh was bubbling under the surface, he nodded that he understood.

“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, you have my word.” Harry gave Dumbledore a smile, the old man returned it. They sat and hashed out what they would do, the plan being that Dumbledore would ask Severus very discreetly about the spell and Harry would pretend to be a visiting Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher until the spell could be reversed.

The great Hall was packed with students, Harry stood just outside in the entrance to Dumbledore’s quarters, he tried to peep through the doorway to get a glimpse . His heart stopped and his eyes filled with tears as his mother came into view, her green eyes laughing as she talked to a dark haired boy, he turned and Harry gasped.

Severus!

The boy stood talking with a bright smile on his face, black hair hanging down, tucked behind his ears, obsidian eyes sparkling with mirth as he obviously told Harry’s mother a joke. Dumbledore had told Harry that they were in their last year of Hogwarts so Harry knew that he would be nearly seventeen, he found himself staring at the younger man. Harry struggled to breath, not understanding why seeing him was having such a strange effect on him, his heart was thundering in his chest and his palms were sweaty.

“Children, please be seated, I have an announcement to make.”

Dumbledore’s voice silenced everyone, all eyes on the headmaster. Harry wanted to shout for him not to say anything, the prospect of having to go out there was scaring the hell out of him, he ran a shaky hand through his long brown hair, frustrated with it already. They had decided to make a few changes to Harry’s appearance, the glasses were gone already so that had been taken care of, his hair was a lighter shade and long. His eyes still green but with a hint of blue, his face at nearly thirty was different from when he was a teenager so they hadn’t changed his features.

“I’m very happy to introduce a visiting DADA Professor, please give a very warm welcome to Professor Henry Parker.” the clapping began and Harry walked into the room, head held high and fighting not look at the Griffindor table, knowing that his heart wouldn’t stand seeing the marauders.

All eyes were on him, Students and teachers alike, leaning forward to hear whatever he was about to say. Harry’s heart was banging loudly in his chest, his mind blank of all thoughts, his wild panicked eyes drawn to the Slytherin table and fixing immediately on curious black ones. Snape frowned at the exchange happening between them, neither man capable of breaking the gaze, the heat almost rising in the great hall, blushing madly Snape lowered his eyes and stared at his dinner. The moment had only lasted for a brief second but Harry couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face at the realization that Snape was attracted to him, the flare in his obsidian eyes had been obvious. Taking a breath to calm himself, Harry spoke.

“Thank you Headmaster, I’m greatly looking forward to experiencing the chance to teach here at Hogwarts,” he met Snape’s gaze again adding a stunning smile as he spoke, the vivid blush on the teenager increased, “I’m extremely looking forward to sharing my experience with any motivated students.” the innuendo thankfully lost to the crowd, the words aimed at the blushing boy. The words appeared to have an effect on the dark eyed Snape, he knocked over his drink with shaking hands, becoming flustered as he tried to clean it up, eyes constantly darting up to look at Harry. Harry’s smile faltered slightly at the strange look that Dumbledore was giving him, he tried to not to react to being caught out, settling down at the table to talk to the other professors.

The next day, Harry stood in the doorway of his classroom, the murmurs and whispered words carrying to him. The atmosphere filled with anticipation, the students nervous and excited about the new Professor. Harry felt glad that the only marauder that would be present would be Remus. The memory of his dead body lying next to Tonks filled his mind, shaking his head to try and remove the image. Harry closed his tired eyes, his sleep the night before had been fraught with strange dreams. Images of slamming Severus down on the table in front of everyone and sliding deep inside the moaning teen caused Harry to wake up and have to masturbate to deal with the raging erection that the fantasy had induced. Harry took a breath and entered the classroom. Face forward, avoiding eye contact, Body warring with him to seek out Remus’ kind amber eyes or Snape’s dark curious orbs.

“Good morning class.” Harry was surprised at how in control his voice was considering he was shaking like a leaf. Smile on his face as he turned to peruse the group staring at him with wide, intrigued eyes. Fighting with himself to look directly in the direction of the Slytherin’s. he had been told by Dumbledore that Lucius had already finished school, Harry hadn’t realized that the blond had actually a year older than Severus. Bellatrix unfortunately was in the class, his mouth struggling not to sneer in her direction, her eyes calm and pleasant as she watched him. Harry stunned at the difference in her compared to the times they had met, fresh faced and so young, unlike the crazed bitch that he had experienced. Plastering a fake smile on his face, his body screaming at him to grab his wand and just hex the bitch to death. The wound of losing Sirius was still raw even after all those years.

“You all know my name, in this class there will be no formality,” he allowed his eyes to connect to Remus’ avid ones, his heart breaking at the vision of a young, smiling man, “Please call me Har..Henry” twenty pairs of shocked eyes looked at him, he laughed.

Exhausted by the end of the lesson, Harry flopped down on to his chair, the students filing out quietly, he could hear them discussing the topics they had covered. Some impressed, others unsure of his approach to the lesson, he had been brutally honest, without giving anything away, informing them of various dark hexes and the counter charms. All the while, Harry felt watched and not in the expected listening to the teacher way, really scrutinised, the hairs on the nape of his neck standing on end. Lifting his gaze every time to catch the obsidian eyes boring into him, Snape’s face going through various shades of pink throughout the lesson.

A quiet clearing on a throat caught his attention, Harry looked up to see a nervous looking Snape standing at the edge of his desk, eyes downcast.

“How can I help Mr Snape?”

“Call me Severus,” his voice timid and so small compared to the man that Harry knew, “You said not to be formal.. Henry.” Harry almost laughed at the cheeky tone creeping into Severus’ voice.

“Of course, you’re right, how may I help you,” Harry paused for a second waiting for Severus to met his stare, the young man did so reluctantly, Harry smiled, “Severus.”

“I was wondering if you could help me with my extra credit work?” Severus asked, eyes skittish, his body tense. Harry’s pulse began to race, his cock firming inside his trousers, thankful for his robes. Moving slightly in his chair attempting to ease the pressure, grin on his face, he gestured for Severus to pull up a seat and join him.

“Of course, I’m always eager to broaden horizons.” Severus was biting his lip as he sat next to Harry, he could practically feel the tension radiating from the teen. The sweet smell of his nervous sweat drifting to Harry, his arousal pushing painfully against the material of his restricting trousers. Severus was explaining that he was finding the wand movement difficult for one of the hexes that Harry had shown him. Almost breathing a sigh of relief when he got up, the pressure easing off his aching cock, Harry held out his hand for Severus to stand with him. The dark eyed teen shaking slightly, surprised when Harry came to stand behind him.

“Right, your stance is wrong,” Harry pressed himself against Severus’ back, a gasp escaping from the teen, Harry manoeuvred him into position, “That’s it spread your legs for me, now lift your hand and add a flick to the movement.” Harry’s fingers travelling down Severus’ trembling arm to grip his hand, moving his wand with him. Severus pushed back into him, Harry certain that he could not be missing the raging erection hidden beneath his robes, the tiny whimper falling from Severus’ lips confirming the thought. Decided to not draw attention to it, Harry guided Severus’ hand again, soft pants spilling frequently as Harry’s hips pressed forward.

“That’s it, relax into the movement, don’t fight it,” Severus almost sagging to the floor, his body limp, “Can you feel the power flowing through you?” Harry breathed into his ear, his lips close to Severus’ ear.

Severus didn’t answer immediately, his voice filled with a tremor of fear and excitement as he whispered, Harry resisted the urge to moan.

“Mmm yes, I can feel it.”

The feel of Severus’ buttocks pressing back firmly into his groin made Harry bite his lip, a moan trapped in his throat. Mouth dry, he licked his lip, Severus mimicked the action, the tip of his tongue peeping out to run along his bottom lip. The urge to follow it with his own tongue nearly overwhelming to Harry, hips automatically bucked forward, the length of his cock nestled in the cleft of Severus’ arse. Knowing that the future potion master must be aware of what Harry was doing was intoxicating to him

“Magic is a lot like sex,” the boy gasped at the word, “It takes you over, the feel of it racing through your veins, surging inside you and making your heart race with excitement.”

“Oh, oh, yes, I like the feeling.” the strain evident as Severus spoke.

“Severus?” Bellatrix’s voice calling from just outside the door, Harry and Severus sprang apart from each other, Severus flushed and Harry more desperate than ever to hex her.

“I have to go!” Severus ran from the desk, turning for a moment to meet Harry’s gaze.

“Can I speak to you again?” he asked, the deep but not as it would become voice made Harry’s heart skip a beat.

“Anytime, I have lots to teach you.” the double meaning behind the words made Severus’ eyes widen. Flustered, he exited the room., Harry heard Bellatrix talking to Severus, she asked what he had been doing, he mumbled about not understanding something. Her mean laugh caused a shiver down Harry’s spine, the familiar edge to it echoing in his head.

Their voices receding as they moved away from the classroom. Harry moaned with frustration and sprinted to his office, yanking off his robes, pulling his zip down. The cool air of the room brushing against his heated flesh, cock dewy with pre-come. Harry’s fingers caressed the rigid length spreading the moisture and slicking the way for his strokes. The feel of Severus’ warm body against him had nearly pushed Harry to probably do something stupid, fully prepared to seduce the boy there and then. His fingers halted when a small gasp reached Harry’s ear, a familiar scent flooding his senses. Severus had obviously come back for something. Out of the corner of Harry’s eye he could see the teenager standing in the doorway, his dark fire filled eyes fixed and fascinated by the sight of Harry’s cock. Harry stroked along the underside of his shaft, teasing himself as his fingers traced the pulsing vein. Letting out a deliberately loud moan, Severus bit his lip and palmed himself through his robes. The low moan fell from Harry’s lips in response to the sight of Severus touching himself. Unable to resist Harry wrapped his fingers around his dripping cock, the strokes fast. His breath coming in harsh pants, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, Harry’s hips bucked at the vision of Severus rubbing himself to match his strokes.

“Fuck, fuck, Yes!” Harry screamed, Severus gasped, clamping his lips together and eyes fearful, Harry unable to pretend he wasn’t here met his terrified look. Severus looked ready to bolt from the room, Harry turned to show himself off, pumping his cock faster. The obsidian stare became more wide and lusty, Harry’s hand flying back and forth, close to the edge. Severus bucked forward, his cloth covered erection leaving a damp stain on the front of his trousers, he shuddered and let out a rough groan. Harry smiled as Severus emptied himself inside his trousers, the sight triggering his own climax. Legs nearly giving out beneath him with the intensity, his balls erupting and spurting ribbons of come all over the floor and his hand. Fighting to keep his eyes open, they fluttered shut for a second, his heart threatening to burst from his chest. Disappointed when he noticed Severus was gone, the memory of him watching while he came made his sated and softening cock twitch again. Wiping his come covered fingers on his trousers, the wet smear standing out clearly against the black material.

Harry couldn’t stop the smile that threatened to split his face, heart filled with excitement. The sure and certain knowledge that he was one step closer to getting what he truly wanted and that was the young potion master in his bed.
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