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Polyjuice Passion	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 2
Harry paced the entire length of his sitting room while he waited. Severus had sent a note that he would meet in Harry’s quarters at 8pm. Harry eyed the clock as the longer hand showed it was only half past the seventh hour. He walked the room again, ensuring the pack was displayed with all ingredients showing. He tested to ensure the tea was hot, biscuits were on a plate, and even a snifter of brandy on the outer table in case tea was not accepted. Harry paced some more, berating himself. This was only a brief meeting to return the ingredients. Nothing more, nothing else. Yet he could not stop his heart from pounding.
He rarely had the chance to talk to Severus over the year, and the man had not made things easy either. At a quarter till 8 a soft knock on his door sounded. Harry mentally made himself slow down as he pulled open the door. A young man about his age stood there, soft blonde hair, blue eyes and a pretty face. Harry had never seen the man before.

"May I help you?" He inquired as politely as he could. He was looking past the man into the hallway expectantly.

The man smiled, "I was sent by the paper to ask for an interview on your first year of teaching. I was hoping for an exclusive." The blue eyes scanned Harry up and down, suggesting interest in more than an interview.

Harry narrowed his eyes, "I'm sorry, all interview requests have been denied to all but the only reporter I trust. And you are not Rita. If you will excuse me, I am sure you can find your way out." Harry pointed in the direction of the main hall, as his eye darted left and right. The man noted the flush of Harry's cheeks and how he pivoted to the balls of his feet in anticipation.

"Waiting for someone special?" the man asked.

Harry's eyes narrowed to slits, his body stilled and his wand was out with a quick incantation.

"Leave now, that spell will ensure no idle chatter will fall from your quill...” the tone was menacing. Harry would have nothing to do with the man and turned and shut his door. He only hoped that Severus would be late and not accosted by the man.

The last thought had him opening his door wide, wand in hand to ensure the man's departure. Harry was stunned to find his wand at the chest of one very tall, very intimidating Severus Snape.

Severus tried to keep his mouth from twitching up into a sincere smile. His one trick proved that Harry was not swayed for lack of opportunity. He carefully pushed the wand slowly, guiding Harry's hand down to the man’s side, not breaking eye contact with Harry. With his arm at his side, Harry seemed to snap to attention and mumbled out an apology and something about nosy reporters.

Harry ushered Severus in towards the sofa, hoping he would not be hexed for his mistake. The other mistake was to inhale. That close, the spice of Severus hit his senses like a drug. Harry stood further away trying to regain his control. He turned back and gestured towards the sofa.

"Please have a seat. I know you need the ingredients, but I prepared some tea if you need a bit of a rest." Harry stated as graciously as he could.

Severus nodded curtly and took a seat. Harry sat opposite him and gingerly poured out tea for them both. Severus was surprised when only half a lump of sugar and a splash of cream was added to one, and even more surprised when said cup was offered to him. Harry evidently paid attention during meals. He accepted the tea without any sign he noticed anything.

Harry inwardly yelled at himself for not asking Severus, it was foolish to think he failed to notice. He sat there waiting for the talk he knew had to come.

"Which student did you catch, Harry, you did not say in your note." Severus asked.

Something warm filled Severus when he saw the look of shock and hope that filled Harry's face as the name slipped of his tongue. Harry seemed to quell whatever it was and went into what seemed to be a practiced speech.

"Brian, from my own house. He took them, I have instructed him that he should be expecting a punishment from you within the next day or so. I have given him two weeks detention with Hagrid and Grawp, so he should be occupied with unsavory tasks for the next two weeks, but whatever else you decide will be added." Harry started, "I understand the need to keep these kinds of ingredients out of the hands of the students, and would like to work with you to add protections to your store room, if you are willing."

So there it was, the offer. Harry put it out there, hoping, but not daring to hope too much.

"I would very much appreciate your offer, Harry. In fact we could go now and see to it." Severus stated, letting his voice lower, but still it was firm. He stood waiting for Harry, but the green-eyed man seemed in shock. Severus waited for a moment, knowing that his words would sink in. He turned and walked to the door giving Harry time to adjust. He smiled to himself when he heard a scuffle and the clink of teacups as Harry scrambled to join him. He opened the door, not looking to see if he was followed.

Harry fell in step behind Severus, his legs long enough to match the quick pace. His head was still swirling with the offer and the fact that his name fell of those sinful lips with such ease. He would not dwell on the implications from his own deviant mind, instead he would just focus on his good fortune and try not to mess it up.

Harry followed Severus into the storage closet, when the man aimed his wand at the door to shut it. He swallowed hard as Severus' scent washed over him in such close quarters. Harry turned his body towards the door, ready to start casting, but he held still for there was an overwhelming feeling that passed over him.

"Any help is much appreciated, Harry..." Severus said, whispering close to Harry's ear. He smiled when the smaller man jumped, but was impressed when the man did nothing to 'fix' the proximity. One more test, and if it failed, he was good at obliviating... He leaned in and licked Harry's ear, and was rewarded with the most delicious moan. Harry's body leaned backwards into his own. Severus never claimed to be a saint and in this moment, the attraction was pulling at him. He let his hand wander down the thick arm and his other hand joined in, pulling the smaller man tighter to him.

For what seemed like hours, Severus held him. Heated breathing caressed his ear, and his heart felt like it was going to pound right out of his chest. Nothing ever felt so good, so right, yet forbidden at the same time. He did not move, he feared this would all fly away on the mist of a daydream. His breath hitched as the breath ghosted over his neck, the softest of moans left his throat. Who knew that Severus’ breath could cause tingles and sparking sensations trickling down his body.

“Your scent is to my liking, Harry…” Severus whispered, punctuating his words with the swipe of his tongue over Harry’s bared throat. Harry was pliable, the smaller man was turning into putty as he slowly pressed closer to Harry’s neck with his mouth. This sensation and arousal was new in the intensity for him, only ever taking pleasure for himself or within a paid substitute. Having someone keen for him, melt into him and moan for him, it was intoxicating. He wanted more, he slipped his hand into Harry’s robes, searching for the heat of flesh.

Harry had his legs locked, otherwise he would have puddled onto the floor. His veins were on fire and bursting all at the same time. Fire was the only way to describe the touch on his bare skin as one hand stroked his chest under his robes. He was finding breath something hard to catch. He was not sure how to respond, should he help or participate? White pleasure laced through him as a nipple was captured and tugged. He could no longer hold his head up, or his silence… His head fell back, his eyes rolled as he moaned and whispered…

“Severussss…” Harry hissed and his breath caught as his mouth was immediately plundered.

Severus was entranced by how Harry responded to him. And then his name struck him to the core. It was only his name, one word. Filled with so much want, passion and heat, laced with a hint of something forbidden. He saw the red of Harry’s lips as they parted, and dove in for just one taste. One taste that would change the lives of two men forever.
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