Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Age Is Just A Word	By : HPRndRobin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 7711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Age Is Just A Word

Chapter 6

By Magdelena

Severus sat, transfixed, as the young man�s story poured forth. He hadn't truly understoow dow difficult Harry�s early life had been. He had always imagined Harry to be a spoiled, pampered youth. As Harry described detail after detail of the conditions he endured, Severus found a strange sense of protectiveness overwhelming him in regards to Harry. Oh yes, Severus had always protected Harry, but it was both his debt to James, and his promises to Albus that had caused him to look after the boy.

The earlier attraction he had felt to Harry was nothing compared to the feelings he was experiencing now. My gods, he was falling in love with the brat! He could picture this Harry, the older body perfectly matching the obvious wisdom and maturity brought on by his harsh young life, spending evening after evening in front of the fire alone with him. Had this age change never happened, Severus doubted he would have ever gotten a true glimpse at the young man before him. The light, airy feeling Severus had experienced shortly after their age changes threatened to overwhelm him again, but he forced it back. As much as he wanted that heady feeling to return, he owed it to Harry to stay focused and listen to Harry�s story, a tale he suspected he was one of the few deemed privileged to hear.

~*~

Harry was amazed at how easily the story of his life with the Dursleys spilled out of him. Even with his two best friends, he had always been so hesitant to give them the details of his life. It wasn�t that he didn�t trust Hermione or Ron with his secrets, but the two were so blessed. They both came from loving families. The more he thought of it, the more he realized how very much he and his Potions Master had in common.

After he had finished his tale, Harry stopped, stretched, and gratefully accepted the cup of tea that Severus had fixed for him, considering why he felt so comfortable with the Potions Master. He looked at the accepting face before him, not a trace of pity or scorn in his features, so different than what he was used to from his peers.

There truly wasn�t much difference in Severus� physical features since the age change had occurred. It was quite obvious to Harry that the carefree young man he had witnessed earlier peeking out of the usually impassive fa�ade had been alive and well within Severus all along, just waiting for a chance to get out. Harry knew from what he had witnessed in Severus� pensieve that the man�s youth had not been particularly perfect, but it was obvious that the last ten years had been difficult ones for Severus, ones not filled with someone to share them with, someone to love. Something inside of Harry screamed for the chance to be the one to make sure that no matter whether or not they found a way to restore their ages that he would be the person to make sure that Severus never wanted for a partner again.

~*~

The two sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, both lost in their own thoughts. At nearly the same moment, both reached for the teakettle and their fingertips brushed. Two pairs of eyes snapped up to meet one another as currents of desire passed through them both; desir pal palpable it was almost visible. The air crackled with energy as both leaned forward and their lips met in a dizzying kiss.

Both men gasped as longing raged through them, lighting their bodies afire. Their kisses quickly became more heated. Harry�s hands twined through Severus� long locks, urging the Potions Master closer. Severus readily complied; sliding his hands around Harry�s waist and pulling the younger man flush against his body.

Harry�s hands slid slowly down over Severus� chest, one twining around his back, and the other dropping lower to cup the now noticeable erection tenting the Potions Master�s trousers. When Severus felt Harry�s gentle touch to his already straining member, he suddenly jolted back to reality.

He quickly and carefully extracted himself from Harry�s arms not missing the look of hurt and confusion in the young man�s eyes. �Please do not for one moment think that I am averse to the direction in which this is heading. However, we still have yet to sort out what will happen in regards to our ages, and when we are able to find a cure to return us to our rightful ages; I do not think that you will be so quick to want to be with the man I have become. As well, I will still be your professor, and I just can�t...�

�There are no rules to stop anything from happening between us.� Harry chuckled, relieved that Severus hadn�t regretted his actions. �If there were, I doubt Albus Dumbledore would have ever been elected as Headmaster considering that while he was the Transfiguration Professor, he and the Head Girl started their relationship. And should anyone have a problem with something happening between us, I will happily remind both he, and Professor McGonagall, the aforementioned former Head Girl, of that fact. I�m sure that their support would go a long way to smooth anyone who questioned us.�

Harry gently took Severus� hand in his own. �And you can�t tell me you didn�t feel that�whatever that was�that passed between us. I may not be very experienced, but that was just not your average snog.�

Severus smiled genuinely at the serene look on Harry�s face. �Agreed. But for now, I believe that I will take a shower. It has been a long day.�

Harry nodded his agreement, and busied himself with looking through some of his schoolbooks, which Minerva had brought by earlier. He had just cracked open his Transfigurations textbook when Ollivander�s head appeared in the fire.

�Ah, Mister Potter, and where is Professor Snape?�

�He just was getting ready to take a shower, sir. Shall I call him?�

�No, no, my boy. I have found the information on the wand you now possess, quite curious, indeed. The core is composed of a phoenix feather, freely given, which was purified in unicorn blood, also freely given of course, and then wrapped in a dragon�s scale. It is the most unique wand in existence. It was made by my great grandfather as an experiment, but never meant for use. The best guess I can make is that over the generations it was mislabeled and placed within our general stock.�

�But how could someone like Stephen wield such a wand for the nefarious deeds he obviously performed?� Harry asked, incredulous about the information he had received. �It should have rejected him, shouldn�t it?�

�Not necessarily. It is doubtful that he was powerful enough to utilize more than the need for the dragon�s scale core. I doubt that the inner core has been used until today when you wielded it and performed the bonding rite between the professor and yourself.�

Harry blinked quite a few times in rapid succession, his power of speech lost for a moment as he carefully considered Ollivander�s words. �Um, the bonding rite?�

�Well yes, of course, I wasn�t sure of the coloring, which was why I �t m�t make any observations at the time, but I would suspect that the darkened magic that you drew from Professor Snape�s wand was his connection to Voldemort, in effect purifying him of his past deeds, something that even Headmaster Dumbledore�s intervention has not provided for him.�

Harry asked his next question almost mechanically. �The golden magic then was...?�

Ollivander's smile was wide, and his eyes glimmered with delight. �Well, what else Mister Potter, you offered him your quite obvious love as a replacement for what he had lost. You provided light where there once had been darkness, as only a soul mate could have.�

Any reply Harry might have made was drowned out by the sound of Severus� screech from the bathroom. Harry bid Ollivander a hasty farewell, closed the floo connection, and raced to the bathroom door, wand drawn. He opened the unlocked door, and was captivated by the sight before him. Rapidly dissipating steam filled the room, and across from Harry stood Severus, only partially under the spray from the showerhead, water droplets glistening on every well-endowed inch of his long, sinuous frame.

Harry�s appraisal was abruptly ended however, when he heard Severus stating the same thing repeatedly, though in his current state, he could truly not focus on the words his professor was muttering. He shook his head, and forced his eyes reluctantly upward, and his libido reluctantly into submission. �What did you say?� he managed to choke out.

Severus didn�t even bother to reply, just turned his left forearm for Harry to see, a look of utter surprise gracing his face. Harry gasped at the sight, and without even realizing he had done it, he crossed the room and grasped Severus� arm in his hand. His other hand smoothed over the skin of Severus� forearm where he knew the Dark Mark used to reside. When he saw what replaced Voldemort's brand sent him reeling in shocked surprise.
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Age Is Just A Word