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Young At Heart	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15430 -:- 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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Chapter 9

Harry wanked in the shower. Twice. He thought he'd damn well better
just to get it out of his system before his big date. Date! Oooh, he
was going on a date with Severus. He could barely contain his giddy
excitement. He was going on a date, and he would show Severus to
play muggle fair games and get to see what he was certain would be a
rather indignant expression as Severus said in that deep, sexy voice,
“...you actually expect me to whack a plastic mole with a foam
mallet?” And maybe he could get Severus to go on the Ferris
Wheel, and sneak the muggle operating the contraption a bit of money
to let them go an extra round or two, because the best part of the
Ferris Wheel is, of course, not the view, but the snogging...or so
he'd heard and he wanted to try it out. And they could find
somewhere secluded to watch the fireworks – the muggles always
overlooked the best spots just because they were a bit out of the
way.

He combed his hair for the third time and adjusted his glasses before
going to knock on his boyfriend's door. At least he hoped after this
morning's mutual wank they were boyfriends, and if they weren't he
was going to make sure that wouldn't be the case for long.

**

Severus glowered at his reflection. He'd dried his hair, and combed
it through once it was dry with an actual brush other than his
fingers, which did make him look fairly more presentable than he
looked when he just combed it out wet and let it dry naturally and do
whatever it wanted, but he still looked like himself, which –
in his opinion – still constituted a major aesthetic flaw. He
told himself that Harry didn't particularly seem to mind, (given
recent developments) that he was singularly unattractive, but that
didn't mean he didn't feel like he was barely suitable to walk in the
handsome young man's shadow. The muggle clothing didn't help. He'd
tried to pick the least offensive garments from the trunk, but the
whole lot of them looked ridiculous in comparison to a well-tailored
set of wizard's robes. At least he thought they looked ridiculous on
him. The pants were an unfathomable shade of vomit (khaki) green and
only barely stayed on his hips, sagging about the arse and ankles.
The t-shirt – as Harry called it, was a dodgy sort of grey
emblazoned with the outline of the most anatomically incorrect dragon
he'd ever seen on the front, and the trainers – violently
orange – were enough to stop traffic. Harry claimed these were
perfectly good muggle clothes, and not at all contradictory, but
Severus felt like an abstract painting disguised as a teenage boy.
And he wasn't supposed to be either, he reminded himself. Mostly, he
tried not to think about the latter, but sometimes he felt so ill at
ease within his own skin he couldn't help but remind himself of why.

Harry knocked and he sighed. Harry probably looked smashing.
Severus, on the other hand, probably would give people the desire to
be smashed, if only to make it easier to look at him.

“Severus?” Harry asked from the other side of the door.

“I look ridiculous,” Severus griped. “Surely
there's something else I can wear that isn't so...”

“Muggle?” Harry asked, pushing the door open. He grinned.
Severus, as always, looked absolutely adorable. The t-shirt even
made him look more relaxed – or it would if he wasn't busy
glaring at his reflection in the mirror.

“Precisely,” Severus sighed. “The shoes
especially...”

“...look absolutely adorable on you. Stop stressing,”
Harry answered as he wrapped his arms around Snape's midsection from
behind. He smiled, finding he rather liked the way they looked
together, and rested his chin on Snape's shoulder.

“Must you use the word 'adorable'?” Severus complained.
“I'm not a kitten.”

“Well, you do have some rather kittenish tendencies,”
Harry said now that he thought about it. If Severus Snape were an
animal, it would definitely be a cat.

“I do not,” Severus griped.

“Oh yeah?” Harry asked. He spun Snape about to face him
and cupped his cheek. Severus instinctively tilted his head into it.
Harry ran his fingers through the long, dark hair, and this caused a
slight rumble of contentment to slip past the back of Snape's throat.
“You were saying?” Harry asked with an impish grin.

“...sh-shut up!” Severus blushed.

“Shut me up,” Harry dared. They both knew what he was
implying.

Severus sucked in his lower lip for
a moment, which made Harry very nearly melt under the weight of
cuteness, and then placed his hands on Harry's shoulders and laid a
chaste kiss on his mouth. It didn't stay chaste for long. Harry took
the opportunity to slip his tongue between willingly parted lips and
devour Snape's lips and tongue until, when they pulled apart, panting
softly, the brazenly orange sneakers were the last thing Severus had
on his mind. “I believe this is a bit backwards,”
Severus said quietly as Harry held him. “My understanding is
that the kiss usually signifies the end
of a date, not the beginning of one.”

Harry grinned mischievously down at
him. “Oh, that was just my 'hello' kiss. My 'goodnight' kiss
is sure to be much
better.” Of course, now he had to live up to that, but he
didn't think it would be a problem as he laced his fingers with
Snape's longer ones and gave the hand a little tug. “Come on.”

Severus could only trail helplessly alongside him. They ducked and
weaved through crowds of people, and the sickeningly sweet fair smell
made his stomach rumble even though he couldn't identify half of the
foods being sold at the confection stands. Harry bought ice cream,
and tried not to stare at the way the vanilla cream would sometimes
stick to Severus' lips – thinking about that too hard would
cause all sorts of problems, and he hadn't remembered to cast that
convenient charm that would hide his interest over the front of his
denim shorts – he'd been too busy with a series of bug
repellent charms and forgot it entirely.

As they ate, they took a first loop
around the grounds, getting a look at everything. Severus asked
questions sometimes, mostly about various death-defying rides. One
in particular that made him pale was a bullet-shaped container that
shot back and forth like a pendulum until it was more or less upside
down. Faster and faster and faster. When Harry explained about the
muggle ride, he'd looked a bit horrified. “You mean there are
people
in there?”

“Want to try it?” Harry had asked jovially.

“Absolutely not,” Severus answered point blank. “I
can hear them screaming.”

Harry decided to save explaining that the screaming was just part of
the fun for later. Once they finished their ice cream, Harry took
Severus around explaining various games. They tried their hand only
at the ones Severus didn't seem to find particularly objectionable.
The first was a ball-in-the-basket game.

“You're rather a poor shot, aren't you?” Severus
commented when Harry failed to get even one try in.

“Just getting warmed up,” Harry complained and offered up
the money for another round which bashed his masculine pride only
slightly less. He waved it off with a sheepish grin. “These
things are rigged half the time anyway.”

Severus smirked at him. “It's just a good thing you aren't a
chaser,” he teased lowly as Harry wrapped an arm around his
back and pulled him close.

“You be quiet,” Harry murmured, “or I'm going to
give you something better to do with your tongue than picking on me.”

Severus blushed. As much as he liked kissing Harry, he didn't think
he wanted to do it in front of a fair full of muggles, who, for the
record, all kept staring. “...I told you this outfit was
strange,” Severus protested at last. “Everyone keeps
staring at us.”

Harry grinned. “It's not the outfit,” he answered.

“What is it, then?”

Harry quirked a brow. For someone so smart, Severus really could be
ridiculously air-headed sometimes. “Severus, if you were one
of them, what would you see looking at us? Hm? What perfectly
un-magical thing would make us stand out?”

Severus considered. If it wasn't the clothes then... his eyes
suddenly widened and he turned rather pink. “They...we...”
he stumbled.

Harry found it so cute that he pressed a kiss to his cheek. “A
couple of poofs, yeah?” he murmured. “Walking around
being all cozy and holding hands where children can see them. Let
them stare. I'm not letting go.”

Severus colored a bit, and quickly found something to turn the
conversation back to safer topics. “What is that game?”
he asked, pointing arbitrarily.

“Ah, that one's fun,” Harry laughed. “These little
plastic moles pop up, and you whack them with a foam mallet.”

Severus quirked a brow. “You...whack them?”

“Yep. Come on, it's more fun than it sounds.”

Harry held about Severus' waist as he coaxed the other boy to slam
the mallet down onto the plastic moles – though he insisted it
was 'a ridiculous and arbitrary process', and actually accidentally
hit Harry in the face with the foam mallet once.

Harry laughed as Severus chided him for standing too close, but it
was a foam mallet after all and didn't hurt. He looked at Harry
helplessly when the man pointed at a row of small, deranged looking
stuffed animals. “The snake,” Harry said, holding out
his hand for what turned out to be a large, fuzzy key chain. He
hooked it to the belt loop of his shorts. “It's tradition,”
he explained to Severus later. “That if you win something at a
fair while you're on a date, your significant other gets to keep the
prize. “You won me an orange snake, now I'll win you something
good.”

“There's no need...”

“Shush. I'm going to win you something if we have to play every
game in the place five times.”

“We just might, at the rate you've been going,” Severus
replied sarcastically. He couldn't throw a ball into a basket, or
properly whack moles. When he guessed at the wheel games, luck was
never on his side, and his frogs refused to land atop any of the poor
excuses for lily pads. But somehow, by some strange miracle, it
turned out that Harry was absolutely incredible at darts and halfway
through the evening Severus found himself absently hugging a
foot-long lion plush to his chest as Harry ushered him toward a
slowly rotating wheel which he assured Severus was perfectly safe. He
was eying it skeptically as Harry handed over their tickets,
carefully slipping a bit extra along with them and giving the
pimple-faced boy operating the ride a hopeful expression.

After the first minute or so, in which Severus found the ride –
though it rocked viciously at times – was pleasant overall, it
suddenly came to an abrupt halt while they were stationed at the top.
Down below the boy seemed to be issuing apologies. Ooh, Harry liked
this boy. He'd only been hoping for another go-round or two, but the
muggle must have been of their particular persuasion, because he
seemed to be pretending the ride was broken. It wouldn't last long,
he knew.

“What's going on?” Severus asked.

“Oh, looks like it's stuck. It's a muggle thing after all.
They usually get them going again without much delay, nothing worth
fussing over, right? Not with such a great view.”

Severus gave Harry an accosted look. “You...”

Harry looked a bit sheepish. “I'm so obvious?”

“You'd have made a horrible Slytherin,” Severus
blanketed.

Harry grinned. “The sorting hat thought I'd have done well
there,” he murmured as he scooted a bit closer.

Severus blushed. “Well, the sorting hat is old and apparently
becoming senile,” he sulked.

“Severus...” Harry purred against his jaw.

“Harry...” Severus protested. They were in public! Way up
in the air, sure, but in public nonetheless!

“Come on, I went to all the extra effort, didn't I?”
Harry whined a bit. “The Ferris Wheel was made for snogging
couples.”

Severus looked down a bit, and sure enough the man and woman slightly
beneath them were inhaling one another's tongues. If he looked over
his shoulder it was the same. Harry followed his gaze and realized
maybe he wasn't the only one who'd slipped the pimple-faced muggle a
few extra bucks. But he wasn't going to miss the opportunity and
before Severus could protest again tilted his chin up and pressed
their lips together.

As seemed to always be the case
when they were kissing, the world disappeared for Severus. Harry
licked along his lips and he opened them eagerly. He felt Harry's
arm around his shoulders and curled into him as best he could,
opening his mouth to the welcome onslaught. He only squeaked a
protest when Harry's hand, which had started on his hip, slipped
between his thighs to rub him rather inappropriately. Sure, up here,
at this angle, no one would be able to tell, but that wasn't the
point! He was hardening under Harry's careful attention, panting
softly into his mouth, and if he ended up with a sticky wet spot in
the front of his trousers, someone would definitely notice!

But Harry slipped his hand back to Snape's hip once he got the
slighter man hard. Severus, torn between relief and frustration at
being so artfully teased, grunted softly when the ride jolted back
into motion. It went around rather a few more times than they
strictly ought to have been allowed, and Harry was glad for it. He
didn't bother releasing Severus' kiss-swollen lips until the
pimple-faced boy cleared his throat.

Harry pulled back with an impish grin and tugged Severus to his feet,
slipping the boy a little more for his efforts and whispering a
subtle “thanks” before tugging Severus along to other
things. He had him trying cotton candy, and caramel apples, and fed
him vinegar fries and funnel cake and meat on a stick. He licked the
stray sauce from the corner of Snape's mouth unexpectedly and snogged
him between the balloon game and the Wheel of Fate. He pulled him
through the Spook House and the Mirror Maze, which were both
apparently just further excuses for snogging and working Severus up
to an erection he wouldn't get to release. There had been a moment
in the mirror maze when Severus thought Harry was going to unfasten
his fly and finish him against the reflective glass, but then there
had been some childish laughter and Harry muttered something under
his breath before tugging Severus along skillfully to emerge on the
other side.

It was in a whirl of lights and sensations that Severus found
himself, eventually, being tugged through a thicket of shrubs into a
small alcove of trees and bushes that were spread out just perfectly
for viewing the first burst of color in the sky overhead. Time for
the fireworks already? That meant the night was nearly over, and as
frustrating as Harry's teasing was, he didn't want this night to ever
end. It had been more than he could possibly have dreamed of.

Harry pulled him down into the grass and laid back, looking up at the
bursts of light and color overhead. They could still hear the ruckus
of the fair, but cut off from it by the stretch of trees it felt far
distant and not nearly as loud. They lay in comfortable silence for a
while, but when Harry turned to find a reflection of the colors
overhead flashing through Snape's dark eyes he was quickly distracted
by the other man. The way his hair fanned out in the grass, the
sharp, angular profile he couldn't help but think of as handsome, the
brow furrowed thoughtfully, the lips pursed. He grinned and rolled
onto his side, resting a hand on Snape's stomach gently. “What
are you thinking about so hard?” he asked.

Severus rolled his dark eyes toward Harry. “Nothing in
particular, really,” he answered. He'd just been wondering how
long it would take for Harry to lose interest in him. Surely, this
was only a novelty, a phase this beautiful man was going through.
And then he'd been wondering why he refused to believe that anyone
could possibly fancy him. But there was Harry with a soft smile,
asking him what he was thinking, and all his doubts disappeared into
the ether once again.

“Liar,” Harry chided. “You were sulking about the
shoes again, weren't you?”

The gaudy orange sneakers suddenly rushed back to mind – he'd
not given them a second thought in hours – and a sharp bark of
laughter passed his lips. He shook his head. “I wasn't
thinking about the trainers,” he answered, and the warmth and
amusement in his dark eyes lightened up his entire face.

“No? Well, then maybe you were thinking about kissing me?”
Harry asked playfully. “You bloody well know I've hardly
thought of anything but touching you all night.”

“Not that I can understand why,” Severus answered
honestly.

Harry caressed his cheek gently, rolling so that he was half lying
atop the Slytherin. “Everyone's been putting you down so long,
it's impossible to believe me when I tell you how cute I think you
are, isn't it? You're the one who said I'd be a right poor Slytherin,
aren't you? You implied it's because I'm a rotten liar. If you're
going to apply your own logic, then I can only be telling you the
truth when I tell you that I like your long hair, and your moon-white
skin...your smooth, slender body and your sensually long legs, and
your dark eyes, that I feel like I'm drowning in every time they look
into mine. And your sarcastic wit, too.” Harry leaned down to
press a soft kiss on Snape's mouth that the slender boy didn't
protest. “And your brilliant mind.” The kisses were
gradually deepening. “Your bravery. Your loyalty. Your sense
of honor and duty.”

Those last things, Severus felt, should be attributed to another man
– someone he was once, but now was only a shadow of. If he
continued to grow and learn in the comfortable, loving environment
Harry offered him, it was a man he might never grow into. He might
not ever become the person that Harry wanted. He might always feel
like only half a man.

Harry misread the self-conscious worry for the more ordinary sort –
worries about his looks, about Harry becoming bored with him, and
deepened the kiss accordingly. It lingered on Severus' lips the way
that incense lingers in the air for days after it's been burned.
“You don't need to worry about your imperfections. They're what
make you real,” Harry murmured against the corner of Snape's
mouth. “They're half of what make you perfect to me.”

“And the other half?” Severus asked when they parted from
the next kiss. The other half was the man Harry had always known,
that Snape couldn't remember ever being – the man he'd risked
Azkaban to save.

Harry's eyes glinted in that playful way they often had. “Ah,
those are the parts that have been perfect all along,” he
answered coyly.

Severus quirked a brow. “Flirt.” This night was going
so well. He wouldn't ruin it with such dismal thoughts. Harry was
kissing him. For the moment, he decided, he wouldn't allow his
worries to ruin the aura of romance the fireworks and the little
grove of shrubbery had created.

“Only with you,” Harry replied. “Always with you.”
He lowered his mouth for another kiss, and Severus opened his mouth
to it. That, Harry knew, would always be his undoing – the
moment Severus finally pulled himself out of his own mind and opened
to him, signified by something so simple as the parting of lips to
give him room to ravage his tongue.

Harry shifted his weight so that he was fully over the younger man,
nudging Snape's thigh with his knee a bit to make a comfortable spot
for himself between the legs, which bent upward at the knee to adapt
more comfortably to the position. He purred into Severus' mouth as
the slender arms wrapped around his shoulders, and dragged his
fingers through his love's deceptively soft hair. Severus had gone
through the effort of drying it and combing it thoroughly for tonight
– an effort that wasn't wasted. It looked gorgeous now that it
hadn't dried in the usual unkempt clumps that resulted from combing
it through with his fingers instead of an actual brush. He couldn't
help but look down at all the things about Snape he found beautiful –
even the overly exaggerated nose – as he dragged his fingers
through it.

Severus nearly forgot to breathe. The way Harry looked at him so
adoringly made him think all of his doubts were ridiculous. Harry
raked his gaze across his features as if he were something precious,
but the moment only lasted so long before the green-eyed young man
couldn't stop himself from pressing their lips together again and
sweeping his tongue into Severus' mouth, dragging his lips along his
jaw and throat, leaving another mark behind over the top of the one
from earlier that day that hadn't yet faded.

Severus moaned softly and shifted his weight. Their erections bumped
together, sending a path of flame up his spine. Harry apparently
felt it too, if the way he crushed their lips ravenously together was
any clue. “Severus...” he groaned, bearing his weight
down upon the Slytherin and grinding the hardened flesh together
again through far too many layers of clothing.

Severus gasped, instinctively jerking his hips up into the sensation.
“Fuck, you're perfect...” Harry rasped, jerking his hips
a bit for more of that delightful sensation. The slow romance easily
gave way to a desperate need much like what they shared in the
hallway earlier that morning and Severus wasn't at all surprised when
he felt Harry's hand sliding up under the t-shirt, ghosting across
his abdomen and pinching his nipple. His moan was drowned out by the
loud burst of a fireworks overhead and the gasping 'ooo's of the
muggle crowd only a few yards distant.

Harry slid back and slipped the t-shirt up in a bunch beneath Snape's
arms so he could lower his mouth over the other tightening bud.

Severus tossed his head and writhed beneath him as he nibbled and
sucked on the bud, pinching the other, until both were horribly tight
and Severus was moist in the khakis he was wearing.

Harry smirked down at him deviously as he flipped open the button of
said pants. “Can't have you looking like you've wet yourself,
can we?” he teased, sliding the zipper down and pressing his
palm against the crotch of Snape's underpants before Severus could
get his mouth open to answer. When he tried for a snide remark, all
that escaped his lips was a deep moan. He didn't protest as much as
he knew he ought to when Harry looped his fingers into his underpants
and bared the slender boy from nipples to knees. In fact, he'd been
rather accommodating in lifting his hips to help the process along.
The grass tickled his newly bared arse. The summer breeze grazed
enticingly across his eager prick and hardened nipples.

Harry licked his lips unconsciously. Severus looked delicious
splayed out in the moonlight. The colors from the fireworks he was no
longer paying the least bit of attention to seemed to dance playfully
over his skin, mapping the path that Harry's hands ought to take. He
didn't know what inspired him, as he sat back looking down at the
delicious, raven-haired youth, to pull his t-shirt off and cast it
into the grass...or what inspired him to unfasten his denims and bare
himself completely from the balls up, but he was pretty sure his
Evil Little Voice had something to do with it. That Evil Little
Voice, he decided as he pressed himself down over Severus, grinding
their bare erections together, must be the voice of his entirely too
lascivious cock. 'Oh fuck yes!' The pleasure of their flesh
pressing together was almost more than he could bear. Severus may
not have noticed, but Harry had been pleasantly hard ever since
curling against the young man's back and teaching him the wonders of
Whack-a-Mole. He'd gotten so used to his perpetual erection that all
he could do was hope no small children noticed it and asked their
parents embarrassing questions about the poof with the tent in his
shorts. There was nothing he could do about it. Severus was like his
personal aphrodisiac. All he had to do was glance at him and he was
instantly bombarded by all the years of repressing how badly he
wanted him deep within his subconscious. Now that he could actually
have him, Harry found himself drowning in the backlog of fantasies
he'd never allowed himself to have. He hoped those fantasies would
calm down at some point, but for now they weren't going anywhere so
he might as well enjoy them.

And then there were the realities. Oh, the realities! Like
the reality that he was frotting against Severus, grinding their
pricks together, marking up his luminescent skin with kisses and
nibbles that only categorically tip-to-toe Snape-esque robes would
ever be able to hide. “Nngh...fuck...” he groaned when
Severus, panting into a deep kiss began to jerk his hips upward to
meet Harry half way. He could feel Severus' legs bent a bit upward
behind him to give him some leverage, some sense of stability, and
when he shifted his arse would glide along bare thighs. He could
hear the grand finale bursting off behind his shoulders, but it was
far distant and of no real importance.

“H-Harry...” Severus rasped beneath him. He could feel
his control slipping. He couldn't hold onto a thought longer than a
moment unless that thought was, 'Oh Merlin, Yes! Yes!!' His
entire body felt like it was burning. The grass tickled the cheeks of
his arse as they rutted against one another, and Harry seemed intent
to voraciously swallow his tongue. He jerked his hips wantonly
upward. 'Merlin, how long I've wanted you, you insufferable
boy...' The voice in his head startled Severus as he looked up
at Harry, wide eyed and shuddering, so very near climax. That voice?
Whose voice was that? Deep, rough...evocative yet somehow subtly
terrifying? It was similar to his father's voice, Severus thought –
similar, but not the same. Oh, Harry was kissing him. His inner
voice could wait to be analyzed another time.

“Mmn. Sev...fuck, I'm so close...”

“Me too,” Severus answered heavily, clinging as they
rubbed together more earnestly.

Harry ran his hand over Snape's face. “My beautiful Severus,”
he murmured, and actually sounded like he meant every syllable before
his pretty green eyes rolled back and he shuddered to completion.

Severus arched up against him with a sharp cry and spilled his
release between their pressed bodies as well.

Harry fell panting against him, head resting blearily on his shoulder
for a moment as he twirled a strand of dark hair around his fingers.
“How could I possibly go on without you?” he murmured in
his sated haze.

Severus was startled by those words, but they confirmed what Severus
had already suspected – that Harry had saved his life because
he loved him. Not him, per say, but the person he'd become.
'The 'me' that I don't remember. The me who survived all sorts of
horrible things that I can't even imagine. That's the half of me he
thinks is perfect. The distinguished, older me.' Well, this day
was evidence that he at least fancied the younger version a fair bit
as well, if only in body. 'I absolutely must get my memory back.
The faster the better. But if I do that, what will I find?' he
wondered as Harry half-dozed against him. 'Will I still be able
to be with him, even if I find some way of restoring myself to the
way I was before? But I was so old!' (Because to a
sixteen year old, really, anything past twenty-five is one step short
of the grave.) 'Even if Harry said he was fine with it, there's
no way his friends would ever understand, right?'

Severus shook his head. He was getting way ahead of himself. Harry
liked him. He liked touching him and kissing him, and had weird
enough tastes that he apparently even found him in some way
attractive. His memories were coming back on their own, too –
albeit far too slowly for his liking. And the moon was looking down
on their sated bodies, and it was late enough that the crowd was
starting to dissipate, and Harry was so content to just lay messily
together like this.

Severus shuddered when a tongue dragged over and playfully latched
onto his nipple.

“Awake again, are we?” he asked dryly.

“Mmn,” Harry answered, suckling the bead. “Wa'nt
reawwy sweepin'...” he mumbled around the nipple before
beginning to lap at it earnestly.

Severus could feel the knot already beginning to tighten in his
stomach as his...'Boyfriend? Lover? Housemate?' ...humored an
apparently insatiable libido by orally molesting his chest and
slipping a hand down between his legs.

Harry lifted his head at last and kissed Severus earnestly. “Was
just thinking,” he purred against his love's mouth as he idly
dragged a finger along his recently spent balls.

“About?” Severus asked dryly, quirking his brow.

“About how lucky I am,” Harry purred into a kiss. He was
serious. He'd lost a lot, yeah, but everyone had lost a lot. To
somehow emerge on the other end of it frotting the man you couldn't
live without under a starry, summer sky, he figured, made him luckier
than most. He smirked as he felt Severus beginning to swell in his
hand under the attention even though they'd just gotten off. 'A
man who is, apparently, every bit as interminably randy as you are,
Harry,' his Evil Little Voice chirped in what he thought sounded
like an awfully smug tone of voice. 'Shut up, Voice. I'm having a
sappy, romantic moment here and I won't have you ruining it for me.'

Surprisingly, the voice did silence itself as Harry sucked his love's
lip between his teeth and continued to idly toy with his prick. The
second round wasn't meant to be, though. There were voices nearby,
but he hardly registered them – there had been voices all
night. At least, he hardly registered them until he heard, “I
think it came from over here,” and a flashlight was suddenly
shining into his eyes and a muggle policeman was staring down at
their half-naked bodies.

“Er...”

“It's late, boys. Get on home, or I'll have to take you in,”
the Officer said.

Snape's eyes went wide in shock and embarrassment at being found in
such a state. Harry fumbled with awkward excuses as they scrambled
to get properly dressed. They would have to suffer the indignity of
pulling clothes over their cum-splattered torsos for the moment –
couldn't very well cast a cleaning spell in front of a muggle.

Harry muttered one more apology to the police officer, grabbed
Snape's hand, and ran for it. Severus only barely remembered to grab
the stupid lion plush from the grass on the way.

“Just a couple of dumb kids snogging,” he could hear the
man saying to another who was far enough off that while he could hear
a voice he couldn't make out the words. “Let's call it a
night.”

**

Back at Grimauld Place, Harry crushed Severus against the wall of the
main entryway and snogged him passionately. He had the gray t-shirt
halfway over his head before Mrs. Black's portrait started screaming
various obscenities about half-bloods and faggots.

Harry pointed his wand sharply to snap the curtains closed.
“Miserable old bat,” he griped, dropping the shirt and
pulling Severus by the hand upstairs. “I think we could use a
shower,” he said. “Come on.”

“Wh—t-togehter?!” Severus stuttered, turning rather
red at the thought.

“Would you prefer to bathe with the pervy poltergeist?”
Harry quipped with an impish grin.

Severus paled. “...oh fine, you win. If I'm going to be
molested whilst I shower, I suppose I'd rather it be by you.”

And molested he most definitely was. Kissing and touching had
somehow turned into another fevered frot against the shower wall and
a passionate goodnight kiss that Harry proclaimed had to stop at a
certain point “or you're going to wake up naked in my bed
tomorrow morning with a sore arse.”

On the one hand, Severus had to admit he wouldn't have minded
terribly. On the other it was way too soon and he just wasn't ready
to go that far...yet.

'Yet, being the operative term,'
that familiar voice that he just couldn't quite place reminded him as
he curled up in bed for the night. 'But you do want to,
and I sincerely hope that you will want to soon.'

The annoyingly guttural voice seemed
ready to jump into bed with Harry right then and there. 'You
shut up,' he told it. 'Whenever
it's going to be, it won't be tonight.'

'Only because you've already climaxed four times today.' 'Three!'
'Oh, have we forgotten that early morning wank already? Well, I
suppose it is rather pale in comparison to the other three that Harry
gifted you, but even so...' Severus
blushed brightly and buried his face into his pillow. 'Shut
up shut up shut up! I mean, of course I want him. Look
at him! And he's so nice! And he fancies me for...Merlin only knows
why...' 'He finds your clumsiness charming.' 'I guess...' 'Perhaps I
should have endeavored to be a bit clumsier...'

Severus jolted upright in bed.
'Don't tell me...that voice...is mine?' 'Ah, so we've
finally noticed, have we?'
Severus frowned and flopped back into bed. “What did he see in
a pompous know it all like you, anyway?” he griped.

'Well, it certainly wasn't my girlish scream,' the
Voice commented. Severus winced at the memory of the way he'd
screamed and thrown himself from the bathroom over a measly
poltergeist. It had not been one of his more brilliant moments, but
it had led to some brilliance in the end. Still mortifying, though.
He shook his head at how stupid he was being. “What good will
talking to myself do, anyway?” he muttered, rolling onto his
side to try to sleep.

He smirked a bit at the lion plush
seated innocuously on the nightstand. When all was said and done, he
had to admit, it had easily
been the best day of his life – arse groping poltergeists and
annoying voices in his head aside.

TO
BE CONTINUED...
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