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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
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-Epilogue
- 6
- 7
- 8
Chapter 7

Harry let go a leaden sigh and deflated, messy, against the blankets.
Wanking at one in the morning had somehow become his newest hobby.
It trumped Quidditch, and it certainly trumped the fascinating, yet
often disastrous, cooking experiments he tended to perform when he
couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. He couldn't help himself,
with Severus always walking about the house in those oversized white
tunics he'd taken to wearing. They came halfway down his thighs and
hung with layers and layers of fabric, always falling off a shoulder
or exposing entirely too much chest. He claimed they were
comfortable and he saw 'no reason not to wear them' unless they were
going out somewhere. Harry hadn't been able to think up a convincing
argument that didn't revolve around the perpetual erection those
tunics inspired.

He'd never considered himself particularly libidinous, but then, he'd
never lived alone in close quarters with someone he found he wanted
as intensely as he wanted Severus. Severus...who hadn't looked him
in the eye in two weeks. He'd asked what he'd done to piss the
younger man off, but Severus just brushed it off and said he was
being paranoid. He usually had his head buried in a book when they
had this conversation. Bare feet, legs curled up beneath him on the
couch, and one of those damn tunics all but falling off of his narrow
shoulders. 'Merlin, he looks cute when he's reading...' Well,
if Harry was honest he had to admit he thought that Severus looked
cute doing most anything. He was probably the only person who thought
so, other than that twat, Malfoy, but that suited him just fine. It
meant he wouldn't have to worry too much about competition.

Harry shook the thought from his mind and grabbed his wand to clean
up the sticky mess he'd made of himself. He stretched lazily,
listening to the sounds of the house.

'And there he goes again. Doesn't look me in the eye, wanders
around the house at all hours of the night. What's going on with
him?'

Harry considered his options a moment. The first few times, he
figured Severus just had to use the toilet and thought nothing of it,
but it was happening too frequently, and he found he could listen for
half the night and not hear Severus' bedroom door close to signify
his return. There were times he thought he saw a haunted expression
on Severus' face when he thought Harry wasn't looking. Maybe he was
imagining it, but he didn't think he could let this go on much longer
without being certain.

'Alright, I'm gonna do it,' he decided and flung his legs over
the bed, grabbing his pajama bottoms and pulling them on before
slinking out of the room and padding downstairs.

Severus was standing in the kitchen in that threadbare tunic that
Harry so loved to hate with a bowl of strawberries and cream. He
sighed, lifted one, scooped it up in one bite with his tongue, and
popped off the stem, dropping it absently back into the bowl.

'...is he trying to
drive me to distraction?' Harry
wondered.

Severus had picked up the bowl and was about to head for the kitchen
table, but he stopped abruptly in the middle of the room halfway
through licking a dash of cream from his fingertip as he realized he
wasn't alone. He lowered his hand slowly to the rim of the bowl.

“What are you up to?” Harry asked as casually as he could
as he entered from the doorway.

Severus slid his eyes down. “Midnight snack,” he said.
“It's okay, right?” He started to shift his gaze up
inquisitively but seemed to second guess himself halfway there.

'Oh for pity's sake. This has to stop.' Harry
dared to take the few steps that would bridge the distance between
them. Less than an arm's length away, Harry gently nudged Severus'
chin upward. “Tell me what's got you so agitated.”

Their gaze locked a moment and in that moment Harry knew he wasn't
wrong – there was something in Severus' dark gaze that just
wasn't quite right.

Severus pulled his chin out of
Harry's hand and took a step away. “It's nothing you need to
worry over.” '...god, he's sexy. Harry, for fuck's
sake, put on a shirt...' Ever
since that day he hadn't been able to look at Harry without
remembering how beautiful he was naked covered in his own release,
which was awkward and embarrassing. It was also the least of his
problems.

Harry sighed and approached again, putting his hands on those pale
shoulders. He forced himself to ignore the bare flesh under his
fingertips. Something was really bothering Snape, and that was more
important than his teenage libido. “You're up for a snack
because you're not sleeping through the night,” he said. “Not
that you can't afford to put on a few pounds, but the not sleeping
worries me more than the one A.M. sweet tooth. I hear you up
wandering around all the time. What's going on with you, Severus?”

Severus sighed. “It's just...dreams,” he answered.
“Nightmares, I guess you could call them. I can't seem to go
right back to sleep so I wander for a while. It's no big deal.”
Maybe with that, Harry would leave him alone about it. It was more
than nightmares, he knew. It was his memories coming back gradually
while he slept. The worst of them seemed to be returning the most
quickly. He didn't want to bother Harry with it. It wasn't
something he needed to make a fuss over. Severus wasn't a child and
the healers had told him to expect this. They claimed his mind
reverted because of the shock to his system, but that it should, in
theory, gradually return. He knew they were really just guessing, but
appreciated the warning anyway, not that it had done much to help
against the memories his slumbering mind provided. In any case, he
didn't want to make a big deal out of it. He'd handle them in his own
way – even if that meant rummaging around the kitchen in the
middle of the night for something to do with his hands that could
keep them from shaking. Snacking seemed to be working – more
or less.

“Of course it's a big deal,” Harry frowned, gently
turning Severus around so they were face to face again. “If it
wasn't, you wouldn't be pilfering strawberries from the fridge in the
middle of the night.” He plucked one out of the bowl and bit
into it. 'Mmm. Delicious.'

Severus found himself entirely too enchanted by those soft lips
curving about the fruit, and the tongue darting out to gather the
stray cream from them as Harry dropped the stem back into the bowl
the ebon-haired young man was still holding at waist height.

“Tell me about it,” Harry said, and it sounded almost
like a command. A startled ripple ran down Snape's spine. “I
hear it's easier if you talk about it.”

“It's not...”

“Severus, please. Humor me on this one, would you?”

Severus sighed and cast his gaze downward. “...”

“Severus...” Harry reiterated, and the whining quality
his voice took on broke the Slytherin's resolve.

He sighed. “...I dreamed that I found my father's body after
he killed himself,” he replied, and the late hour combined with
the warmth of Harry's hand on his shoulder somehow loosened his
tongue. “I was...I guess the age I am now, more or less. I
arrived home for the summer and opened the front door. … he'd
hanged himself from the lighting fixture with my bed sheets. There
were...rather a lot of flies.”

He blinked a few times, trying to fight the reinstated image back
toward his subconscious where he didn't have to think about it, but
the strawberries no longer seemed terribly appetizing as his stomach
churned.

Harry was often a bit ditzy, but he wasn't an idiot. He knew the
difference between dreaming and remembering in your sleep. When he
was young, he'd often dreamed of the night his parents were killed.
There weren't images so much as the most horrific sounds and flashes
of light that his infantile mind hadn't been able to fully
understand. He thoughtlessly reached out again to caress Snape's
face gently. He didn't know why that seemed like the best way to
comfort him – probably because he honestly couldn't guess how
the young man would respond to an embrace. “Your mom?”
he asked gently. He shouldn't pry but the question came out before
he could stop his curiosity from spilling out. He wanted to know –
knowing would help him understand Severus Snape a little better, and
given the current atmosphere, Severus might actually answer.

Severus instinctively tilted his head into Harry's hand as if he were
a kitten. He didn't realize he'd done it, but it made a coil in
Harry's chest suddenly explode and it was all he could do not to
completely forget what they were talking about and start babbling
about how cute he found the dark-haired boy. “Who knows?”
Severus answered blandly. “One day she said she was going to
the Grocery and just never came back. I guess that was about two
yea...I guess I was about fourteen. I don't blame her. Husband she
didn't care for, kid she never wanted...I imagine eventually you'd
either have to run off or go mad, right?”

“Severus, come on. I'm sure she loved you very much...”
Harry tried.

“Maybe she liked me a bit, once in a while,” Severus
answered, no longer tilting into Harry's hand, but with a
straight-forward expression on his face that implied his words were
absolutely true. “But I was an accident. She told me so all
the time. Back then, if you got a woman pregnant, you married her,
and that was that. They just did what anyone would have done.”

Harry found it hard to hear. He'd always wanted parents, real
parents. It wasn't that he wanted to replace the ones that had
passed on, but since he didn't have them, he always felt like all
parents, by their nature, had to be somehow perfect, like Mr. and
Mrs. Weasley who were quirky, sure, but absolutely wonderful for all
their little quirks. It was hard to imagine parents who didn't want
their child. Couldn't they see how unwittingly charming Severus
could be? How cute and shy? His sarcastic, dry sense of humor? How
could anyone not see those things? They drove Harry to distraction
and far too much wanking.

Severus watched the saddened expression in Harry's green eyes and
felt like he should do something to make it go away. He wracked his
brain as to what, and in a moment of panic held up a cream covered
strawberry to Harry's pursed lips. “It doesn't matter anymore.
Really,” he said. Harry seemed to like the last strawberry.
Maybe food would distract him?

Severus lost all track of his nightmare when Harry opened his mouth
and closed his lips around the fruit with a smirk. He pulled the stem
back, cheeks turning a slightly rosy color as he watched Harry lick
the cream from his lips again. He missed a spot, and Severus found
himself entranced by the dollop of white at the corner of Harry's
mouth. His thoughts, previously rather morbid, veered in entirely
inappropriate directions. He had to do something to get rid of it.
Now. He lifted a finger and started to point, but found the late hour
and Harry's proximity made him misjudge the distance. “You,
er, have a bit of...” Not wanting to look stupid by leaving
his hand limply in the air between them, he scooped the cream away
with the tip of his finger. “...see?”

Harry didn't know what possessed him to lean forward and lick the
cream from Severus' finger, to suck the digit into his mouth and drag
his tongue over it under the illusion that he wanted to savor every
last morsel of sugar before releasing it with a soft pop. The
swirling in his abdomen reminded him that he was far more interested
in the flesh he was wrapping his tongue around than the sweet cream
he'd been sucking off of it.

His gaze pulled Severus in. He didn't fully understand the look in
Harry's eyes, but he knew looking away now would be a fatal error.
They'd somehow trapped themselves in a perfect moment. 'Perfect
for what, though?' Severus thought. His mind readily supplied
the answer as if chastising a particularly stupid child. 'The
perfect moment for him to kiss you, you dolt. - Yeah, right. Like
he'd ever...'

“Your pulse is racing,” Harry whispered in that way that
makes every word out of your mouth seem far more important and
romantic than it really is.

“A bit,” Severus answered in exactly the same tone as
Harry slid his palm over the thrumming point in his throat.

“More than a bit,” he whispered back. “Because of
the nightmare?”

“No,” Severus answered, no longer sure why they were
whispering but certain to raise his voice now would somehow shatter
the magic between them. To lie to Harry now would do far worse.

Harry took Snape's hand and pressed it to his bare chest, over his
heart. “Mine too,” he murmured.

Severus could feel Harry's heart thundering in his chest as if it was
trying to burst free. His own heartbeat thundered more adamantly in
response. His lips parted. He'd been about to whisper back to Harry
'apparently' as if it was the most romantic thing anyone could ever
say to anyone else, but just as he parted his lips, Harry suddenly
leaned in and pressed his own firmly against them.

Severus gasped and dropped the bowl of fruit. It clattered to the
floor and dashed cream all over his feet, but that barely even
registered. Harry Potter was kissing him. Him! Severus Snape!

Recklessly Harry pulled Severus tight against his body and drove his
tongue past slightly parted lips, teasing Snape's tongue to respond
as he laced his fingers through the young man's long, dark hair and
curled an arm tightly around his slender back.

Severus found his hands crushed against Harry's bare chest as the
other man teased his tongue to reply. It did – of course it
did! - as soon as the initial shock wore off. It was a bit
clumsy at first, but their tongues were dueling rather smoothly in
almost no time at all. He could feel Harry's prick, shamelessly
erect, pressing into his hip.

The kiss ended as abruptly as it began and left both young men
panting for breath. Harry's eyes trailed over Snape's kiss swollen
lips, his sweet, dazed expression, and felt instantly guilty. He
shouldn't have done that, right? “Severus, I...”

“It's okay,” Severus answered, casting his gaze away as
his cheeks flushed a soft rose. His hands came to rest at his own
chest, and Harry couldn't help but ogle a bit – his hair all
disheveled, the sinful nightshirt falling over his narrow shoulders
at awkward angles and hanging lower in the leg on one side after
being so suddenly accosted. 'If one kiss makes him look this
delicious, can you imagine what a thorough shagging would do?' he
thought. That little voice in his head was thoroughly evil. He
was certain of it. If he didn't leave, right now, he was going to end
up molesting the poor young man who'd only come down for a midnight
snack to chase away the nightmares. 'Evil Voice, you shut up.
Molesting Severus would be very, very bad. - Only if he isn't
willing, right Harry? And doesn't he look so very willing
right about now? - Er, well, that is... That cute blush. - You be
quiet! - ...and that rumpled hair... - I told you...! - ...and that
tunic, honestly. If he's going to wear something like that, he might
as well just walk around naked. - Ohgod...Severus walking around
naked...' Harry shook his head before Evil Little Voice could
win. As it was he knew he was rock hard again in just his pajamas.
There was no way Severus could possibly miss it seeing as the pants
were the only stitch of clothing he had on at the moment. 'Still
covers rather a bit more than that semi-transparent tunic he's
wearing. Does he even realize how the moonlight illuminates his
silhouette? - Voice, seriously, can it.'

“Er, I...I think I'm...feeling a bit feverish again,” he
said, though he didn't think Severus was so oblivious that he
wouldn't realize by now that 'feverish' was just code for 'so horny
I'm about to cream my pants.' “You're okay now?” he
asked shakily. “I'll stay if...”

'If he stays, you're going to end up naked on the kitchen floor,'
a cheerful voice in Severus' mind that sounded peculiarly like
Professor Dumbledore mused. “I, no, that's alright,”
Severus stuttered, amazed he was able to form full sentences when his
entire mouth still felt thick from Harry's incredible kiss. “I'll
just, you know, clean up and then go to bed...” He gestured
meekly at the mess.

Harry stared, entranced a moment, and his fingers twitched. He was
sure it was a victory of willpower that he didn't shove his hand down
his pants right then and there. The puddle of cream Severus was
standing in made him think very, very bad thoughts. “Er.
Right. So...I'll see you in the morning then.”

“...yeah.”

“Yeah. Okay. So...er, night,” Harry stumbled before
bolting up the stairs. He was pulling off his pajama bottoms
impatiently before he even managed to close the door all the way.

As soon as he heard the upstairs
door slam shut, Severus felt his knees wobble and give out beneath
him. He found himself kneeling on the floor in the mess of creamed
fruit, a few strawberries squished under his weight. He didn't know
how he'd managed to keep his legs from giving up on him from the
instant their lips touched, but had no complaints. He'd really
rather not make a complete
fool of himself, given the option. His fingers came up to touch his
still kiss-swollen lips and a soft smile curved them upward,
brightening his normally dour expression considerably.

'I don't believe it. He actually...' Severus
closed his eyes, enjoying the recent memory of the kiss the boy he
rather fancied had just bestowed upon him. 'Me! Ordinary,
unimpressive, unattractive Me!'
He could hardly get his mind around it, and only barely managed to
repress the desire to squeal like a giddy fangirl.

Not even the sticky cream drying between his toes could ruin his
mood.

TO
BE CONTINUED...
- 6
- 7
- 8
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