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Chapter 4: Signum Portus

He'd been late to transfiguration.
Couldn't bring himself to face Professor McGonagall at full mast.
After the intense kiss Snape had given him, he'd run up the stairs to
the room of requirement, because god,
he needed somewhere to wank and didn't trust Moaning Myrtle not to
find him in whatever restroom he chose and spy. He'd made quick work
of himself, and ten minutes later when Professor McGonagall told him
'nice of you to join us, Mr. Potter', he apologized and said he was
late because he'd been getting a lecture from Snape. Everyone bought
it and McGonagall docked him five points for tardiness before
continuing the lecture as if nothing had happened.

The rest of the day dragged. He kept glancing at the clock. Classes
were too long. He rushed through his lunch only to find the time
hadn't moved any faster, and afternoon classes were absolute murder.
When he was certain everyone was distracted, he stole glances of
Snape at dinner, but the man never met his gaze. He'd eaten briskly
and excused himself early. Harry didn't delay much longer, and
decided in the time that remained between supper and detention, to
take a quick shower. He didn't know what possessed him, but when he
got dressed again, he didn't put any underpants on and chocked it up
to wishful thinking.

He didn't really know where Snape planned to take their so-called
'discussion' at this point. Once the man had an entire day to think
about it, things could go very sour very quickly, Harry figured. But
that didn't stop him from anticipating further intimate attentions
from the object of his desire, and by the time he knocked on Snape's
office door at seven p.m. he was quite erect and his mouth felt dry.

"Come in, Potter," the voice that he'd come to associate
with his undoing said.

Harry entered and his breath caught in his throat. Snape's cloak and
outer robes were missing. He looked much more relaxed with the first
few buttons of his shirt unfastened, leaving two inches of flesh
visible through the open v. The older man pointed his wand at the
door, and Harry could hear the lock click behind him. There was also
a dull 'pop'.

"Sir?" he asked.

"Signum Portus," Snape
explained. "A spell to lock doors, and prevent intrusion.
Anyone walking by will know they've passed my office, but will have
no inclination to approach. Also, mufflatio.
You know that one, I believe."

"Yes sir." Harry knew it too well. It was a charm that
prevented unwanted parties from overhearing what was being said. He
moved uncertainly forward. Merlin, he wanted this man to a degree
that bordered on depravity. He sat stiffly down across from Snape,
where the man had gestured with his wand before lowering it to the
desk. He didn't know what to think. On the one hand, Snape was
allowing him the privilege of seeing him without so many layers on.
He was more slender than Harry expected, not skinny, but somewhat
feline--lean and graceful. On the other, the man had drawn a line in
the sand, keeping the desk between them as a barrier.

"I believe it's for the best that we are not interrupted,"
Snape said.

"Yes sir," Harry answered, flushing a bit to find his voice
hoarse and raspy with need. He couldn't quite contain it and cleared
his throat awkwardly.

Snape was silent for a long time, apprising the situation. It seemed
a full day wasn't enough for the man to make a solid determination.
Harry realized he'd gone without some of his usual layers to test his
reaction and see how deep Harry's desire. Harry was sure his
reaction was obvious, but he didn't know if Snape counted that as a
passing grade or a failing one.

'Merlin! Please make him say something!'
the silence was driving Harry mad.

It was then that Snape moistened his lips. Harry's eyes were drawn
to the gesture, and the memory of their earlier kiss sent new shocks
of pleasure down his spine. He felt like if his manhood became any
firmer it would turn to stone and fall off.

"You understand, I am sure, that I am old enough to be your
father," Snape said at last.

"But you aren't my father," Harry answered. And thank god
for that, because incest was very, very wrong.

Snape ignored this and continued, "and you also understand, I
presume, that I am your teacher, and that what you desire of me is
highly inappropriate."

"Does that mean you can get fired?" Harry asked. He didn't
want that. If it was the case, he would guard any secret liaisons
between them with his life.

Snape seemed to pause and give thought to this. Hogwarts was a
unique school with a unique headmaster. There was really no telling.
"It is a possibility that I will not be hasty in ruling out,"
he said and continued before Harry could interrupt again. "And
you also realize that I have loved your mother, deeply, for the
better part of my life and have no intention of banishing her from my
heart." He looked sternly at Harry. "Do not answer
recklessly, Harry. Understand that I can never be completely yours."

Harry already knew his answer, but gave pause to think of how to
reply in a way that would satisfy Snape. "I'm glad that my
mother had someone in her life who was so devoted to her that even
death couldn't break that bond," he said slowly. "And...I
don't think anyone can ever belong fully to one person. That kind of
fairy tale romance is just...well, frankly sir, it's ridiculous.
People are much more complicated than that, don't you think?"

The way Snape's shoulders relaxed a fraction told Harry the answer
he'd given was a good one.

"I must ask, Potter, just when your absolute loathing for me
became something else."

This was a more difficult question to answer. Harry had to figure
out how to explain what he'd come to realize. "I think, to some
level, I was always fascinated by you. But you were horrible to me,
and I was a child, so it was easy to assume my feelings were hate.
What else could they be? I'd never really known love. I was too young
to understand it when we first met. And as time went on, it was just
easy to continue hating you. You went out of your way to make it
easy. But hate and love are very similar, I think. The intensity of
one can only really be matched by the intensity of the other. It was
easier for me, I think, with all that was going on over the years
with Voldemort, to presume my obsession with you was hatred. I began
to question that during Occlumency, and more later. I think maybe I
started to see you the way Professor Dumbledore saw you. But it
wasn't until recently I realized what my feelings for you really are.
It's not fair though, to say my feelings have changed. I just wasn't
able to understand them. I tried not to think on them much. But now
that Voldemort's gone, I've had a lot of time to think. And certain
things happened recently that made me realize what an idiot I've been
where you're involved."

"May I ask what these 'certain things' are?" Snape leaned
forward a bit, and Harry realized he'd piqued his curiosity.

He blushed. "You'll tease me."

"I will try not to," Snape offered. No promises though.

"Well," Harry flustered and fidgeted under the man's
intense gaze and had to look down at the desk to find his voice.
"It's stupid..." he admitted. "But the guys, they
were doing this compatibility test in the dorms. You know,
the...it's a game..."

"Ah," Snape answered. "I see. Those are
often...alarmingly accurate."

Harry's eyes widened and he looked up at the man. Snape had leaned
back. His fingers were laced in front of his chin, a finger pressed
to his lips as if in thought. Harry couldn't help but feel this warm
bubble rupture in his chest and a short bark of laughter escaped.

Snape quirked a brow at him. "You've...taken them, sir?"

"Don't look so alarmed," Snape huffed. "I was a
teenager once too. They go through phases of popularity."

Harry couldn't help a grin. Snape sounded so put-out to have to
admit it. The teenager stood suddenly, leaned forward over the desk.
If Snape didn't touch him soon, he was going to scream. The older
man looked startled. "Are you done asking questions now, sir?
Can I ask one now?"

Snape seemed to search his eyes for some hint of what he must be
thinking. He gave a tight nod, as if he wasn't sure whether or not
he was signing his own death warrant.

"When are you going to stop over-analyzing every little detail
of my thought process and rip my clothes off?"

Snape's eyes widened in shock. Even Harry was surprised at his own
audacity, but there was no taking the words back, and that expression
on Snape's face was too priceless--he wanted to etch it into his
memory for all time. He leaned further over the desk, biting back a
moan as his tender member bumped the hard surface, and laced his
fingers through Snape's hair, pulling the man's head forward and
planting a kiss on his lips that he hoped could communicate at least
something of his desire. He used his tongue, begging Snape for entry,
and moaned when it was reluctantly granted. They devoured each
other's mouths until oxygen became a very pressing need, and parted
roughly.

Harry leaned forward to start anew, but Snape's finger on his lips
stopped him. The older man stood, let go a shuddering breath, and
pressed an incredibly tender kiss to Harry's scar. "Merlin help
me," he whispered in a defeated tone.

Harry understood now. Snape was questioning him, trying to find some
flaw--some reason to desire him less, but Harry had somehow managed
to answer in ways that decimated his resolve and made it impossible
for him to refuse the younger man. When Severus Snape made his way
around the desk to his side, Harry couldn't help but notice the man's
trousers bulging. He looked up just in time for Snape to place a
hand on either cheek and press a bruising, lusty kiss on his mouth.
He moaned eagerly into it, tangling his fingers in the long dark hair
that he was so oddly infatuated with. When they pulled apart, he
smirked. "Thank Merlin," Harry said. "I'd have felt
like an idiot if I'd gone commando for nothing." And he smirked
when Snape shuddered slightly at the admission. The smirk turned to
a grin. "Professor..." he exhaled. Right now, Severus
Snape just seemed so incredibly cute. He leaned in for a
kiss, and this one was softer, less urgent--not that it did a damn
thing to lessen his desperate need for the incredibly complex and
jaded man he'd fallen for.

"Severus," Snape corrected after a slight pause.
"Privately, please don't call me 'Professor', Harry."

Harry chuckled and curled his arms around Snape's shoulders.
"Severus." He let it roll over his tongue. He loved it,
said it again. "Severus." He pressed their bodies tightly
together and watched the older man flinch when he felt Harry's
hardness press against his hip. He could feel Snape's too, pressing
at his lower belly. It felt huge. Way bigger than Oliver
Wood's, and he'd always thought Wood was...impressive. "Severus,"
he whispered, dragging his fingertip along the older man's lips,
further along his jaw and dipping into his collar. How could he have
ever--in his life--thought of this man as anything less than
absolutely gorgeous?

But Snape pulled away. Harry pouted, and the older man's lips curled
up a little. "Not here," he said. Harry didn't see why
not, after all the efforts Snape had gone through to see they weren't
overheard. His entire body was humming as he watched Snape
gracefully move to a bookshelf. He moved a polished crystal from one
side of the scale to the other and murmured something Harry couldn't
quite make out. The shelf disappeared, revealing a plain wooden
door. Snape murmured something else, but no matter how closely Harry
listened all he made out was the 'alohomora' at the end. The lock
clicked and he turned the knob, pushing it open. He held the door,
waiting for Harry to follow.

The fireplace cast a warm glow over yet more bookshelves, a
comfortable looking--if well-used--chair with a messy stack of books
beside it, and on the far end, a large four-poster bed with a
Slytherin green comforter. Harry thought it looked like it was meant
for two. And then it dawned on him as the door sealed behind him that
he was standing here in Severus Snape's personal quarters.

"If you're having second thoughts..." Snape said slowly
after watching him for a moment.

"No!" Harry blurted a bit too eagerly. "I was
just...I mean...it's nice. I never imagine you'd have, you
know...throw rugs, and...things."

Snape's lips quirked very slightly. "Disappointed that my
personal quarters aren't as dismal as you were expecting?"

Oh Merlin, he was enchanting. Harry broke the distance between them.
"It's nice," he said. It seemed like he shouldn't be so
needy now. He should slow down. Have some warm, tender moments, but
he couldn't curb his desire for the mysterious and enchanting
Professor Severus Snape. He dragged his fingertips down across
Snape's neck until he reached the top button of his shirt and began
to fiddle with it. "What about you?" he asked. "Second
thoughts?"

"Merlin yes," Snape admitted. "And third, fourth,
twelfth...but they have nothing to do with my desires and everything
with my common sense." He ran his fingers through Harry's
perpetually tousled hair and tilted the teen's chin up into another
kiss.

Harry thought he would melt. The hesitation he'd felt in attacking
the man with his maddened desire upon entering his personal sanctum
evaporated with that kiss. His fingers started clumsily fumbling with
the buttons of Snape's shirt. It was like his hands had become
numb--he couldn't seem to make them work properly and Snape...Snape
actually chuckled at him. Harry froze and looked up to find
such warmth staring down at him from those deep black eyes. Snape
pulled his hands away and slowly began to unbutton his shirt himself.
Harry thought he was going to lose his mind as the white cloth
slowly dropped from pale shoulders and fell to the floor. Harry
could only stare. "I believe that's what you were trying for?"
Snape asked with a soft smirk.

"S-severus?"

"Mn?"

"Bed, please? While I can still stand..." It was
humiliating to admit it, but if he tried to move now he was sure his
legs would fail him.

Snape pulled him tightly against his pale chest, devoured him in a
kiss, holding him up in a powerful embrace. When their lips parted,
Harry was surprised to find himself scooped up bridal style and
carried across the room. He fell on the bed with a flop. It was the
kind of mattress you felt like you could just melt into. Snape
didn't say anything, silently undoing the fastenings of Harry's robes
and sliding them away. The crotch of Harry's jeans was darkened with
his desire, and Severus couldn't help but press his palm against it.
Harry cried out loudly. He'd needed to be touched so badly, and
feeling Snape rubbing him through his pants was nearly enough to make
him burst on the spot. "St--don't. I'll..." his voice
shivered with barely restrained desire. "I don't want to, you
know...not yet."

Snape didn't seem to quite care what he wanted. He climbed over
Harry and pressed their hips together--their strained members rubbing
through the layers of cloth. His breath shuddered--a sound very
nearly a gasp. "What if I want you to, then, Harry? What would
you say to that?"

"But, Severus I..."

"What if I want this night to last a very, very long while?
That's impossible in your current state, isn't it?" He ground
their hips together and Harry very nearly sobbed. He couldn't hold
on much longer if Snape was going to keep doing that. He could
barely keep a single thought in his head for more than a moment. He
certainly couldn't form words. "It's alright, Harry,"
Snape continued in a honeyed tone of voice he'd never imagined to
hear out of the man. He vaguely registered Severus unfastening his
fly and the sharp intake of breath when his dripping erection popped
out. He felt the man's hand shaking slightly as he wrapped it
around his strained flesh. Harry shivered. He bit his lip and slid
his hands down to Snape's waistline in turn, barely managing to
unfasten them before his mind went blank of everything but Severus
Snape's hand working him to a completion that came far too quickly.

He clung to the waistband of the older man's pants and bucked into
the hand with a sharp cry. "Severus..." he rasped. "Oh
Merlin, Severus."

Snape devoured his words with a kiss that Harry thought would consume
his entire soul. And then the man's lips were on his throat, and
somehow his pants were gone and his shirt was half way to following,
and Snape's tongue was doing things to his nipples that he was sure
ought to be illegal. He had to pull the older man's head up to
have a moment's reprieve from the intensity of all. He cupped his
face, ran his fingers through his hair. "Severus..."

Snape looked nothing like he'd ever seen him. He was breathing
heavily, pale skin glistening like the desire was trying to leak out
of his skin. "Harry..." Now Harry understood why the man
was so silent. His voice quivered. The sound rippled down Harry's
spine until it made his cock twitch.

"Merlin, you're sexy," Harry rasped out, fighting his
balled up shirt out from under his armpits and over his head.

"You should look into a mirror sometime," Snape answered
breathlessly.

Harry took a steadying breath and sat up. "Stand up," he
rasped. "Those pants, they've got to go."

Snape got up and removed his shoes quickly, then slid down his pants.
Harry's breath hitched and felt the blood rush straight to his groin.
He was right--the man was endowed. He reached out and
dragged his fingers along it, smirking at the startled look Snape had
given him. Something sparked in his dark eyes and he sat down on the
bed. Harry shifted his weight, tilting his chin up into another deep
kiss and reached down to continue stroking his professor's engorged
flesh.

Snape moaned into his mouth. When they parted this time, Harry was
the one to start planting kisses and nips down the older man's body.
He didn't give much care to whether or not he left marks behind.
Snape kept pretty much every inch of flesh concealed by those heavy
robes anyway--of which Harry was quite glad because he didn't think
he wanted to share the knowledge of what was really hidden under all
those dark layers with anyone, now that he'd seen it. He left little
nips along his throat and shoulders, did his utmost to attend to the
man's nipples with half as amazing a result as what Severus had done
to him--he had a feeling he fell short, but the older man still
seemed to enjoy it and let him have his way. And when he'd finally
lowered himself enough that he was mostly curled comfortably on the
mattress beside Severus' hips, he opened his mouth and wrapped his
lips around the man's thick, throbbing head.

Severus cried out. It was louder than either if them expected and
Harry smiled and let his tongue roam over the flushed tip.
"Harry..." the older man's voice very nearly cracked with
desire and the sound went straight to Harry's now quite attentive
groin. He moaned in reply and slid more of the large member into his
mouth. He wasn't sure he could swallow it all, but he was at least
certain he was going to have a damn good time trying. He could feel
Snape's fingers tangle indecisively in his hair. One moment they
seemed to be trying to stop him, the next they were egging him on.
Snape's breathing was ragged and he seemed to be trying desperately
to control himself as Harry moved his head up and down, taking more
and more of the heated flesh down his throat with each bob of his
head. One hand was wrapped about the base of the shaft, the other
worked down to palm the man's balls. "Harry,
don't...I'll...nngh..."

Harry didn't care if he did. He'd just have to get him worked up
again if he took things too far with his mouth--and that sounded like
it could be fun too. In fact, he thought it would be really fun, now
that the idea was in his head. He kept his throat relaxed, hummed
and moaned, and moaned as if in ecstasy when he took the whole
member, nose bumping Snape's hip. He increased his pace, bobbing
eagerly, pulling away to stroke and lick and nip, and then
deep-throating the man anew. He could feel Snape pulsing in his
mouth, and it seemed the man had caught on that he wanted to tease
him to an early release because he stopped protesting and graced
Harry with the most wonderful little grunts and rasps as he worked
him. "Harry, stop. I..."

Harry knew Snape was trying to tell him he was going to release, so
he wrapped his lips tightly around the flesh and palmed the man's
balls more eagerly. Snape stiffened, rasped harshly, and let go.
The hot seed spurted over Harry's tongue and he accepted it eagerly,
milking the flesh of every last drop. He knew it probably made him a
pervert, but he had to admit that sucking cock, swallowing a man's
release--it was an incredible turn on.

Harry pulled back when he'd swallowed it all, but didn't let the man
go. He smirked playfully and said, "looks like I've got you by
the balls." He gave them a playful little squeeze as Severus
tried to regain enough breath to come up with a sharp retort. None
offered itself immediately. "Yes, just where you want me, I'm
sure," he replied.

"Can't help it," Harry said, fingers toying with the
recently spent member idly. "You've got the most gorgeous cock.
It practically begs to be sucked dry. I couldn't resist the
temptation."

"Obviously," Severus answered dryly, but it was obviously
not a complaint. It had been a tantalizing experience for both of
them.

"I'll have to resist next time though," Harry smirked,
letting Severus see as he very deliberately dragged his tongue across
the sensitive head. "Or I'll never get you to ram it up my
ass." He didn't know what made him start talking so dirty.
Maybe trying to see how the older man would react.

"I think we need to do something about that mouth of yours,"
Severus replied flatly, but his voice was strained. His voice wasn't
the only thing starting to strain as Harry continued to toy with him
so intimately.

"I'm doing something with it," Harry answered playfully,
adjusting his position so that he was on his knees bent over Snape's
slim hips. He didn't seem to realize what this position did to
Snape's until recently dormant hormones, and if he did, he was doing
a damn good job of playing innocent...or as innocent as he could with
his mouth doing such...

Snape exhaled a shuddering breath. He lifted his hand and dragged
his fingers lightly along Harry's crevice. Harry shuddered violently
and arched his back, pushing his hips toward the tender touch. "Oh,
Merlin, yes. Please, Severus..." Foreplay was fun--very--but
he was ready to finally get at what they both really wanted.

He looked up to find Snape had squeezed his eyes shut--whether for
patience or control he didn't know. When he opened them again, it
was blatant lust pooled into his liquid black gaze. "You are, I
imagine, experienced?" he asked.

It was a necessary question, Harry knew, but he still couldn't help
but feel a bit embarrassed at having to answer it. "I...yeah, a
little. I mean, er, only twice." Actually, this was pretty
unique. It was the first time in his life sex wasn't directly
related to Quidditch. Of course, with Oliver Wood--everything
had been related to Quidditch. He wondered idly if his mind would be
drawing similarities between sex and potions from now on.

Snape gave a short nod. Harry wasn't sure what to make of it. He
looked a bit upset, but he also looked like maybe he was a bit
relieved too. Harry thought it was a good time to distract him from
his thoughts and started orally molesting his member in full earnest
again.

Severus moaned and shifted his weight. "You certainly are
orally fixated, aren't you?"

Harry heard a drawer open and close, but didn't bother to turn his
attention to it. His attention was elsewhere, but he nearly choked
when Snape continued, "First the snitch, and now this."

Harry pulled back with a laugh. The fact that Severus Snape even
remembered him swallowing that snitch over seven years ago was oddly
hilarious. He smirked impishly up at the man and answered, "I
guess I just like balls."

Snape's lips quirked slightly upwards. "That has to be the
single stupidest thing you've ever said." But before Harry
could answer he felt a long, slick finger slide into his anus. It
was a swift and certain gesture that left no room for pain or
anticipation and went straight to his groin. Harry felt like he'd
completely lost all ability to form words. This was actually
happening--it wasn't some hormone-crazed dream that would wake him
just short of completion. He buried his face against the older man's
pale thigh and unconsciously rocked his hips against the man's
probing fingers. He had no concept of when the second had entered,
and by the third he was pretty sure Snape had a hickey on his upper
thigh that Harry hadn't intended to give him. He didn't even realize
his right hand was still kneading at the potions master's package.

And when the fingers disappeared, he felt an overwhelming sense of
disappointment.

"Still with me, Harry?" Snape asked with a bemused little
smirk.

Harry blinked a moment before his brain deigned to return. He
scrambled a bit to straddle the older man's hips. "Not as 'with
you' as I'd like to be," Harry answered. "But planning
to change that pretty quickly."

He wasn't kidding. He was already arching and reaching behind
himself to position the large member at his eager hole.

"Harry, wait a moment..." Severus startled at the boy's
sudden lack of patience. Too late. The head had already penetrated
and the teenager was slowly easing himself down.

"Nngh. God, it's so big..." Harry rasped.

It sounded like a compliment, but Snape didn't seem certain. "Harry,
if it hurts..."

Harry pressed his finger against Snape's lips. "I like them
big," he murmured, smirking and resting their foreheads together
as he continued to impale himself until he was fully seated, then
arched with a moan, wriggled his hips to get accustomed to the feel
of having something so deep inside. Snape was biting his lip and
fisting the comforter in an effort not to move until Harry was ready,
but Harry could tell he was driving the man mad. If he wasn't
half-maddened from pleasure himself he might have teased him about
it. They shared another impassioned kiss. "Lay back,"
Harry whispered when they parted.

Severus nodded and lowered himself against the mattress. Harry's
breath caught in his throat. It was really happening! "I should
have known you'd like riding."

Harry smirked at the slight joke and answered. "What can I say?
I'm a natural." He pistoned his hips and anything the older man
might have been about to say was drowned out by a moan. Harry wasn't
sure whose, but had a feeling it might have been both of them. He
spread his thighs wider for better penetration and continued to rock,
pulling himself up father, dropping harder. Oh holy mother of...he
felt like his spine was going to melt as he twisted just so and
Snape's member dragged along that special spot deep inside. "Aaah!
Nnngh...Se--sev..." He was trying to say the man's full name,
but he just couldn't get anything else out after that.

"Harry..." Severus rasped in return. His hands came to the
teenager's hips and he lifted a leg to press his foot against the
mattress and get better leverage.

Harry felt him thrust upward and drive in deeper. His body quivered.
'Note to self. Older men--definitely the way to go,'
Harry thought. There was something to be said for experience
after all. "Ooh, nngh..." He was going to lose his mind.
All he could do was rock his hips, and hope he was giving Severus
Snape half the pleasure he was receiving. He could vaguely register
the man's harsh breathing, the way he was moaning, but his own
pleasure was too intense. He could barely concentrate on anything
but how his body felt and how stunning Snape looked with his hair
splayed across the mattress and his pale skin glistening in the light
of the fire. He felt like he needed to be closer to the man somehow
and leaned forward, thinking to claim a kiss, but found them rolled
over when he was halfway through the effort. He was on his back with
Snape over him, the member penetrating deeper at a completely
different angle. And Severus Snape was over him, hair framing his
face. Thrusting, and getting that special spot each time. And there
were lips on his neck, teeth grazing his collarbone, and oh! that
tongue! Harry knew he wasn't going to be able to let anyone see him
topless for a while.

His arms coiled around Snape's shoulders. The man devoured his mouth.
He moaned into it, letting Snape control the kiss, devour his
tongue...and nearly melted when Severus's fingers wrapped around his
strained shaft. It didn't last long after that. He cried out and
spilled his seed between them, shuddering and clamping down on the
thick rod inside of him. Severus's thrusts felt wilder somehow, and
then, as he was coming down off of his release, he heard the older
man let out a ragged breath and liquid heat fill his innards.

Snape collapsed beside him breathlessly. Harry already missed the
large member inside of him, and made a mental note to give this man
plenty of chances to give him detention in the future. He only hoped
that Gryffindor's House Points didn't take too much of a beating in
the process.

They lay silent for a long time. Harry curled against his new lover,
hoping that he would have the privilege of calling him that for a
long time to come--if only in private.

And when Severus Snape--still messy and naked--fell asleep with his
arm still curled around Harry's shoulders, well, Harry figured the
feeling must be mutual.
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