Disclaimer: The usual. I’m not trying to steal anyone’s characters, only have a little fun with them.

Warning: The usual as well! SLASH (heavy mid-way through), HP/SS

As Harry entered the dinning room Snape casually observed him over the rim of his coffee mug.

He looked disgustingly perfect. No one was supposed to look like that before noon at least. He was wearing tan shorts and an olive coloured pullover that drew out the emerald green in his eyes. Harry barely took his gaze off Snape as he sank into his chair. His hair was still dipping lightly from a recent shower and his lashes were wet and spiked together at well, giving him a wide-eyed, elfish look.

Snape was too old, too experienced, to get hard as a rock just with a look… and before his first cup coffee none the less… He just wished his body knew that, because the moment Harry had stepped into the room all the blood had surged from his brain to between his legs. Bloody hell! Discreetly he shifted in his chair, adjusting himself; he couldn’t live this way.

Harry saw the hungry in Snape’s eyes and it thrilled him to his toes. Before he could help himself, "I love you," was passing his lips.

"Would you quit saying that." Severus snapped. Then seeing Harry’s disappointment continued, "Don’t look at me like that. What were you expecting? Vows of everlasting love, flowers, and Odes to your eyebrows?"

Harry grabbed some breakfast food, loading it onto a plate. He got up from the table to find somewhere else to eat, his movements were jerky, fuming with frustration. "I do I love you, but you make it awfully hard."

As Harry began to exit the room again, Snape yelled after him, "I don’t want your love! In fact the thing I want more than anything, aside from a Elixir 3000 Self-Cleaning Caldron, is you – leaving, and my life going back to normal!"

He was saying it as much for Harry’s benefit as his own.

Because two weeks were almost up. Tomorrow Harry would be going.

He didn’t try to delude himself; convince himself Harry might stay. It was a ludicrous idea. As ridiculous as the idea that Harry actually loved him…

Harry knelt in front of the fireplace in the White room, waiting patiently when a head popped out of the flames. "Unicorn Supplies and Services, London division. How may I – Harry Potter?"

"Yes…. I’m interested in purchasing a caldron."

The head nodded quickly, "Of course Mr. Potter, one moment, while I connect you to the Potion supplies division." The head popped out and several seconds later was replaced by an excited clerk. "Mr. Potter, delighted! Just delighted! What can I do for you sir?"

"I’m looking for an Elixir 3000 Self-Cleaning Caldron."

"Ahh yes, yes, yes. Great choice if I do say so myself. If you’ll just hold on one moment I’ll check our stock room and should be able to send it to you right away!"

"Thank you, very much, I’ll wait."

The clerk beamed at Harry once more then disappeared.

Snape heard talking coming from the adjoining room and prowled closer to the wall, but he wasn’t able to make out the words or who was speaking, only soft muffled conversation. Was someone in there with Harry?

What does it matter? A voice taunted, he can talk to anyone he wants.

He didn’t like the idea of Harry talking to someone else… Privately...In his bedroom. Before he could consider what he was doing Snape pushed open the door.

Harry jumped a mile, moving quickly to stand in front of the fireplace. "Snape!"

Severus stared back at him, seeing a guilty look in his eyes. "Mr. Potter."

"You’re here."

"You’re perceptive."

Harry fidgeted under the cold stare. "Did you want something?"

Snape answered with a question of his own, "Do I need a reason to enter a room in my house?"

"Well this I kind of my room while I’m staying here…" Harry trailed off, seeing Snape’s unimpressed look. "Now is just not a good time Sev, maybe I could meet you outside later, we could go flying together…"

Suddenly a voice came from behind Harry, "Now did you want that delivered to your flat Mr. Potter? Tomorrow?"

Harry tried to ignore it. Snape simply raised an eyebrow.

When Harry didn’t make a move to say anymore, Snape turned and left the room, shutting the door behind himself with a soft click.

Harry didn’t want him anymore.

Harry was already making plans to go home tomorrow.

Which meant this was the last night Harry would be under his roof. The last night he would be with the boy. Well the last night he would physically be with the boy. He knew he would never really be rid of Harry because he would never be able to forget the last fourteen days.

Whereas Harry would go on with his life, no doubt forgetting all about this within a week or two. The thought was repulsive to Snape. He had to do something to make sure Harry would never forget this time either. He had to somehow put his mark on the boy. And he had one night to do it.

Sex. It was the only thing. Harry was practically a virgin. If he could spend all night teaching Harry everything there was to know about sex Harry would always associate the ex-professor with the act.

But how to do that? Harry was 19, with a great deal more stamina than Snape cared to think about. A potion maybe? Something to give him a little bit of an advantage.

Snape stalked downstairs to his dungeon, and walked over to the bookshelf. It was stacked high with loose papers, scrolls and textbooks. He extended his arm, wand in hand. "Accio Long Lasting Lust."

Two sheets of paper flew into his hand, the one on top clearly outlining how to make the lust potion. It would allow him to ravish Harry for hours on end. It would make their last night memorable.

A spoonful of dandelion root, pinch of Mugwart, three Yarrow flowers, three unicorn hairs, crushed apple seeds, handful of green rose petals…He stirred all the ingredients together precisely, then carefully poured a few drops into a small glass vial.

When he was all done he grabbed everything and took it up stairs to his room. He placed the papers and the leftover ingredients on the side table and brought the potion to his lips. It would kick in after supper by the latest, perfect timing.

At the last second he looked down at the ingredients list. Wait! Did that say a goblin handful of rose petals? He had put in a full handful of the green petals! Over two times as much as needed.

Snape lowered the phial containing the potion immediately. There was no telling how potent a mistake like that would make the concoction. It was certainly enough to make the potion unusable.

Still holding the phial Snape looked into the clear green fluid, it only took a moment before he realized the whole idea was mad. He grabbed the potion recipe, to throw it into the fire. Stuck to the back of the paper was another recipe, he ripped it off and set it aside then watched the lust potion list burn. If Harry wanted him, he’d take him as he was. Snape stalked off to tell the boy exactly that.

Unfortunately he left the phial and the paper which had been attached to the back of lust potion in his room, forgotten.

Harry struggled awkwardly with the large caldron, which had arrived a few hours ago, he wanted to sneak it into Snape’s room as a surprise. After all Snape had said he wanted it more he wanted Harry to leave, which meant he must want it a lot. He placed it on the floor by the foot of the bed and started to tip-toe back out.

On he way back to the door he caught sight of a small flask on the side table.

Curiously he took a closer look, beneath the flask was a potion recipe.

Bold black letters read clearly, De-Love Potion.

As Harry stared down at the paper, stunned, he heard Snape’s earlier words echo through his head. ‘I don’t want your love!’

He had obviously made this potion to get rid of him. Harry had thought maybe… But no. He was nothing but an annoyance to Snape. So Snape had found a way to free himself of the bother.

So be it.

Harry picked up the phial. He hesitated, the cool glass kissing his lips. Then poured it into his mouth.

He sat down on the bed, miserable, the glass dropping, unnoticed, from his fingers. How long before it would kick in? Would he remember what it felt like to be in love?

Suddenly the potion seemed more like a poison to Harry, and it was slowly going to destroy him. Destroy who he was… Harry panicked and jumped up from the bed. But before he could get to door to yell for help he felt tingling heat rush through his body.

Snape opened the door to the bedroom and was greeted by the sight of Harry, nude, splayed on the bed, with a wild look in his eyes.

Sev watched, fascinated, as Harry’s body undulated, gyrating on the bed, as if in the throws of passion. Snape felt his erection spring to life under his black robes. What had the boy been doing before he walked in?

Harry was losing control completely, his body bending, twisting, thrusting, he didn’t even realize what he was doing. All he knew was the intense need enhanced by the lust potion.

Snape began to disrobe to join the boy when he caught sight of the glazed, fevered look in Harry’s eyes.

"Harry? What’s wrong?" Professionally Snape lay a hand on Harry’s forehead. He was cool to the touch, but he was flushed as if he was burning up. Harry groaned, nuzzling Snape’s hand.

The next thing he saw was the flask on the floor by the bed – empty.

Snape moved closer, leaning down over the other man. "Potter? Did you take the potion I left on the table?"

"Um-hmm," he drawled, reaching up for Snape’s lips hungrily. He broke away with a loud moan, "You wanted me to stop loving you…but I don’t think it worked…Touch me, please."

Then Snape saw the potion list that Harry had found; he cursed under his breath. "Oh it worked perfectly you little fool. It wasn’t De-Love potion, it was an aphrodisiac…To increase arousal to an unbearable level." Snape was holding Harry by the shoulders, shaking him lightly. "I can’t believe even you would be reckless enough to drink a potion that was just lying around. It could have been toxic! Were you even thinking?!"

Harry whimpered, arching into Snape’s hands, craving the contact on his heated skin. "Please…It hurts, I think I reacted badly to it, it’s making me sick!"

"You’re not sick, you’re horny." Snape stated dryly, but he didn’t want to see Harry hurt like this. "Lie back." Harry did as he was told, pressing back into the pillows. The cool material felt soothing for a moment, then it too became one more thing chafing his overly-sensitive skin. "Sev…"

Snape responded to the plea, sliding his hand down to Harry’s erection, which was rock hard and dripping precum. He wrapped his fingers over the length and in less than two strokes Harry cried out in climax. He came swiftly and intensely over Snape’s hand and his own stomach.

For a moment Harry’s body fell limp against the bed, but his cock stayed hard. He blinked, trying to bring Severus into focus. The abrupt release giving him the ability to think coherently again. "So didn’t want me to stop loving you…?"

"Now is not the time to discuss this Mr. Potter." Harry started to laugh at the formality of the title when Snape was leaning over him, his long fingers wrapped over his cock, but the laughter faded into a hoarse groan when the terrible heat started to return. "Sev…"

Snape hastily withdrew his hand, a dark scowl firmly in place. "Don’t ‘Sev’ me. You drank the blasted potion, you’ll have to live with it until I can make the antidote."

Harry gasped, staring at Severus in disbelief. "You’re just going to leave me here?"

"How very astute of you Mr. Potter. Was it the fact I am currently walking towards the door that tipped you off? Or the fact I’ll be required to get ingredients to make an antidote, ingredients which I do not just keep lying around my bedroom!"

Harry continued to gape at the older man. "Can’t you…help…me here, like you just did…Please you can’t leave me here to suffer." There were two sharp pops heard in the room as Harry disaparated from his place on the bed and aparated in front of Snape, blocking the door. Harry grabbed his hand desperately. "Please."

Snape wrenched his hand out of Harry’s grasp, "No Potter, you don’t understand…"

"Don’t understand what? I need you." To prove his point Harry moved up against Snape, his hardness pressing into Sev’s hip. He leaned up, kissing and sucking at Snape’s throat boldly.

"You don’t understand that I can’t stay here and not take advantage of the situation, not come inside you."

Harry moaned at the words, "But that’s what I want."

"You’re not in any position to know what you want! You’re under the influence of a very strong potion! I should know, I made it myself."

"I’d want you without the potion, I think we proved that last night." Harry dropped his head, his breath soft by Snape’s ear. "Remember last night, when you took my virginity…when you had me under you, panting, and your cock was deep inside, making me tremble, making me mad with pleasure… Make love to me."

He kissed the boy to shut him up, bruisingly, exquisitely.

As he pulled away Snape’s jaw flexed lightly, fighting his own desires, he pushed Harry stubbornly back. Holding his control by a thread. Harry saw his indecision and dropped to his knees, intent on pushing Snape over the edge.

Snape let out a harsh groan, his eyes darkening to black as he feasted his gaze on the object of his obsession. Crawling at his feet, the boy’s lean body quivering with arousal. Harry pushed Snape’s robes out of the way – curiously Severus didn’t lift a hand to stop him.

Harry slid forward on his knees, placing his hands over Snape’s hips, greedily pulling the man forward. He slid his hands around, running his fingers over Severus’ inner thighs, eliciting a groan from the older man. Dropping his head down Harry ran his tongue over Sev’s hip, then smoothly over his pelvis, feeling the older man shiver under his lips. Then Harry closed his lips over the head of Snape’s shaft, the other man jerked lightly, reflexively, reaching down to run his fingers through the dark brown hair.

"Thank goodness you have more talent in this regard then you do in Potions."

Harry fastened his mouth over the head and began sucking gently, then increased the pressure slightly. He wrapped his hand around the base and fell into a slow rhythm of stroking and sucking. Snape was reduced to panting.

Harry felt a hand trying to urge him up. He resisted, swirling his tongue over the smooth skin. Snape bite back a groan, tugging more forcefully at Harry’s hair. "If you keep that up you won’t be able to get what you’re looking for."

The threat worked and Harry let Snape drag him up.

The potion surging through his blood was making him lose his mind; he pressed against Sev, reaching down to eagerly stroke the other man’s hardness.

Snape hissed, grabbing Harry’s hands away. Then he directed Harry back to the bed. Harry made the simply task difficult; molding his body to Sev’s, tangling their arms and legs together; he never even realized they were going to the bed until Snape pressed him back into to the mattress, covering him heavily. He lifted Harry’s legs, positing the younger man beneath him, teasingly letting the tip of his hot erection touch his opening.

Snape smirked wickedly watching the green eyes darken and cloud with desire, he felt Harry trying to push back at his cock and compensated by pulling his hips away. "Patience."

Harry reaches his hands up to curl over Snape’s hips, trying to pull him down. Snape wouldn’t budge. "You’re evil." The words came out with a hoarse groan.

"And you like it." Proving the fact Snape dragged another cry out of Harry’s throat but thrusting in barely an inch then pulling out again.

Snape paused for a moment, feeling Harry’s body wriggle under his, the magic of the potion growing and consuming him, setting his body on fire.

"Now, please…" Harry’s hands fisted the sheets, tearing them from the bed.

Snape didn’t make him suffer any longer, pushing forward abruptly Snape entered Harry fully in one thrust. Harry’s orgasm was immediate, his head thrown back, a sharp cry – half pain, half ecstasy – on his lips. But it still wasn’t enough for the tortured boy. Without sharing of the pleasure there was no real satisfaction in his climaxes.

So he rocked up towards Sev’s body. Availing himself on the hard shaft embedded deep within his body.

Snape gritting his teeth, allowing Harry to have his way for as long as possible, letting him set the pace. But quickly it became too much for him and the older man took control, setting a steadier, more uniform speed.

"Harder, it’s not as if I were still a virgin."

"No, you’re not a virgin anymore…" You’re mine.

It didn’t take long before Harry soared over the edge again, and the throbbing pulsations gripping his body were Snape’s undoing. He joined Harry’s climax, grinding against him, hearing him cry out as he came once again.

Once they both steadied their breathing Snape left the bed. He retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom and dipped it in cool water. When he returned to the bed he applied it to Harry’s body first. Sliding it over his chest and stomach, down his thighs, then over his shoulders. Then he doused the cloth in ice water he conjured with his wand, then pressed it between Harry’s legs, watching his eyes flare.

Harry went wild with the combination of icy cold to quench the heat and stimulation right where he needed it most. As Harry grew hard again, Snape realized it was going to be a very long night. And he planned on enjoying every minute.

Shifting his naked body beneath the sheets Harry felt himself awaking slowly in the early hours of the morning. Alone. He stilled, lying quietly on his stomach with one knee curled up under him. He kept his eyes closed. As long as he didn’t look he could pretend Severus was there with him. He could imagine his older lover was sleeping peacefully beside him – where he belonged. Where he could fight off any monsters Harry might encounter in the night, and in turn Harry would keep him safe.

Harry rolled onto his side, unable to avoid reality any longer. He looked around the dark dungeon-like room that Snape used as his bedroom, hoping to find the man near by.

In the distance Harry heard thunder. That’s probably what woke me up, he thought, crawling out of bed and wrapping the blanket around his naked body. Harry hated storms.

Leaving heavily against the window he had propped open in the study Snape stood unmoving. There was several feet of over-hang on the roof outside the arched window, but when the wind gusted, rain sprayed inside. It was falling hard in steady sheets, which raced over the manicured grounds outside the window. Electricity crackled in the air, and then the black sky was lit with a spike of white lightening. A heart beat later thunder crashed all around him, the ground trembled, then blackness again.

He was all too aware Harry was sleeping right above him. The boy was restless during storms and often had nightmares; a consequence of something which had happened during the war against Voldermort. He blocked out the memory as quickly as it slipped into his mind.

Snape was the only one who knew about it. He had spent many nights after the final battle checking on Harry at the Hospital, watching over him as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He had only been doing his duty to the Order…At least that is what Snape told himself.

Another streak of lightening snaked through the clouds, branching wildly as it slithered overhead, illuminating the whole sky and ground. Closer. The thunder snapped through the air. Snape tipped his face to the clouds, and several rain drops rolled over his hair and dripped down his face, his neck, shoulders… The contents of the room trembled in the wake of another violent clap of thunder.

"What are you doing?"

Severus turned and the lightening made itself useful, flashing through the sky. It lit the room allowing Snape to eye the sleepy young man in the doorway, dwarfed by the thick comforter he had wrapped around himself.

"I could ask the same of you."

Harry didn’t move, staring at Snape across the room. "You could, but I did ask first."

Snape looked back out the window, "Two weeks are almost over you know." He stared out into the battering rain. "What are you going to do? …Once you get home, I mean."

"You’re really going to make me leave…" It wasn’t a question.

"We had a deal. Two weeks."

"Fuck the deal Sev!"

Snape turned to find Harry beside him, looking up pleadingly.

"Harry, honestly, what is there here for you? You’ll be much better off in your own apartment, with your friends…"

Thunder rolled through the air loudly, Harry winced, seemingly sinking deeper into the blanket.

Sev didn’t mention it but briskly closed the window, sealing out some of the sounds, then pulled the curtains shut.

"Lumos." Flames blazed to life in the fireplace, casting the room in a warm glow.

Harry watched Severus’ actions silently, then spoke, "Do you know why I can’t stand storms?"

Snape had his back to Harry, watching the fire grow, the flames licking the sides to the mantle. At Harry’s question his muscles tensed, his back stiffened.

"So you do know… I always thought you had a notion about it. Do you know how many times I relived that night?"

Snape jerked around, eyeing Harry furiously, "Impossible! Albus kept you safely hidden away in the dungeon rooms."

"Hidden?" Harry scoffed harshly, meeting Snape’s stare. "I wasn’t hidden, I was locked down there."

"For your own good! You were only seventeen, you were too impulsive, you weren’t fully trained yet. You could have been injured, or easily much worse."

"I was injured, over and over again, trying break Dumbledore’s locking spells to get out of there. Trying to get to you!" There was silence as both men absorbed the words. "18 hours, that storm went on, and for 18 hours all I could think about was you out there, somewhere, fighting Voldermort. Without me. At first I couldn’t figure it out. I kept going over all the classes we had in the seven years, all the private lessons you gave me, all the times we fought and you took points away for idiotic reasons, how nasty you were to me, how insolent I was too you. But the storm kept raging and I was terrified, waiting for some word about how you were, how the battle was going... That’s when I knew I loved you."

Snape stared at Harry, completely stunned.

"I love you Sev." Harry approached him, looking up into brown eyes, which for once weren’t hard instead glimmered softly.

Severus brushed his thumb over Harry’s cheek. "I –"

Harry tipped his face up, the breath catching in his throat.

Snape looked away, "I… think we should go back to bed now, the storm’s dying down now."

Harry’s whole body seemed to deflate with disappointment. He wrapped the blanket more tightly over his body, turning towards the door.

"Wait."

Harry looked back. Snape was half in the shadows, framed by the cloud-covered moonlight seeping through the curtains, his expression unreadable.

For a moment the ex-Death Eater, ruthless Potion Master, all around heartless bastard, hesitated uncertain, then softly, "I love you."

For a second Harry said nothing, the moment stretching on, silently, perfectly. Then a smile spread over his lips. "There, was that really so bad?"

"Merlin, yes." He sighed, but it wasn’t.

Harry approached him, winding his arms over Sev’s shoulders. "It will get easier, I promise you."

"If you stay there are going to be some changes around here. So things become orderly, calm, pleasant."

"Impossible. You’d never be able to make so many changes. You’re too inflexible."

"I was referring to you." He instructed. "You are going to be making these changes."

Harry sighed, ticking the list off on his fingers. "I know, I know. Don’t make noise, don’t break anything, don’t get in the way."

Snape cut him off, catching his lips in a slow kiss. Then he backed Harry up against the sturdy wood desk along the study wall. He turned Harry around in his arms until Harry was facing the desktop. Then Severus ducked his head, his mouth against Harry’s ear. "I was thinking we’d start with – shut up, bend over…and let me love you properly."

Yays! Done at last. I hope everyone liked it, I certainly had fun writing it.

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