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1.
3rd year potions was not something he enjoyed.
The constant bickering from Malfoy, the worried stares from Hermione and the constant looks from Snape were enough to push him over the edge.
In essence he had come to loathe 3rd year potions, currently he watched as his shrinking solution boiled before him, a vibrant green coloured displayed for him to admire. Well that was until Malfoy decided to throw some Hemlock into his potion, the vibrant green turned into a rather angry red as steam rose from his station.
He had grown so sick of the antics that he didn’t think twice before pulling his wand out from his robes and pointing it directly at Malfoy. “Screw you Malfoy, you just can’t help it when I do something better than you, you get so jealous that you can’t help but sabotage others, does that make you feel good, does it get you off bathing in others misery”.
He heard a collective gasp rise from around the room, he knew he had overstepped and was waiting for Snape to raise his voice. But what he heard next wasn’t angry yelling but a deep laugh, one that sent shivers through his spine. “Now Potter that has to be one of the best things I’ve ever heard in this classroom, sure you’re still getting detention for disrespecting another student but I’m rewarding Gryffindor with 20 points for ingenuity”. He whipped his body around at those words, staring straight into his professors' eyes. There was no sign of hatred or loathing, what was there was the unmistakable sight of pride and mischief.
“Alright everybody back to work, Potter don’t bother restarting and don’t overthink think what I’m about to say, this isn’t me taking pity on you, but you will receive top marks for this potion, Malfoy you will not be as a penalty for messing up Potter’s potion you will only be receiving a 75%”.
He just stood there looking dumbfounded at Snape, he said not to overthink it, but in that moment countless scenarios were running through his mind as he tried to think why Snape would help him. Yet his brain failed him, there was not one rational idea that came to mind. It was absurd he wanted to yell at Snape and ask him why he's helping him, hell he wanted to strip off Snape’s robe and just curl up in it.
His body acted before his brain as he stumbled backwards crashing into his desk, his brain spiralling as that thought washes through him once more. When in Merlin's name had he wanted to take off Snape’s robe, this was new to him and his mind was betraying him. Snape’s voice soon flooded the room as the class was coming to an end. “Everyone line up and I’ll grade your potion’s”. He waited anxiously in line, no potion in hand as he went through the normal routine already knowing what grade he would be receiving. The moment he got to the front, their eyes met once more. He watched as Snape stood up, placed his hands on the desk and leaned closer to him. He could feel Snape’s breath on him as the professor spoke for only him to hear. “ I told you not to overthink it Potter and if you want one of my robes all you have to do is ask”. He could feel the blush spreading up his cheeks as he glanced at Snapes lips, his mind could imagine it and it scared him. He was quick to repel instantly putting distance between them. He didn’t know how Snape could see into his mind, but for some reason he didn’t seem to mind, he knew he should, which caused a sinking feeling in his stomach as he realised what it could all mean .He quickly thanked Snape for his grade and exited the classroom in a haste. Oh he knew he was in deep trouble and based on his reaction today he was going to have a hard time facing the professor in and out of class.
2.
Now Fourth year potions was a different story. He survived his detention with Snape the year before and hadn’t been left alone with the man since, not that he was trying to be left alone with the man even if his brain was telling him otherwise. Fourth year potions bought a new challenge trying not to be caught staring by Snape. He just couldn’t take his eyes off the man, no matter how much he willed himself to he couldn’t it's like his body was fighting him daring himself to get caught. Luckily that hadn’t been the case just yet as he settled back into brewing his pepper-up potion. It was going relatively well, he followed the potion to a tee, trying to put in the work hoping Snape would notice his improvement. Except he once again found himself staring at Snape, that he forgot to stop adding the mandrake root. A loud hiss began to emit from in front him, the sound of the classroom drowning it out. By the way the potion was bubbling it was getting angry, the colour turning from green to a dangerous red. He felt his face drop no matter how much he loved staring at Snape; this was much worse than the idea of getting caught.
The panic inside him rose to new heights, that before he knew it he was shouting “Severus” across the classroom. The look on the man's face at first was anger at one of his students calling him by his first name, then panic washed over his face. Harry had never seen the man move faster than in that moment in an instant he had been pushed backwards behind Snape. His professor’s hand remained laying on waist as he used his other hand to remove his wand and construct a shield. The cauldron exploded with a deafening boom. His ears ringing, the only thing that stopped him from panicking was the heat of his professor's hand that was searing him through his robes.
Once Snape had vanished his total fuck up, he turned around to face him. The look that Snape was giving him had him quaking in his boots, yet the hand remained where it was a solid presence in a sea of storms. Yet the anger that was in Snape’s features soon turned into something else. That's when he remembers the last time they were this close, Snape had been able to read his thoughts. That look was the same one from last time, it bore into his soul, he knew that Snape could see every thought and memory he was having involving him.
Then he thought of something really mischievous. Why not have a little fun with this. If Snape could see into his memories without his permission why not create one that would have himself blushing hard. He imagined himself and Snape late at night in Snape’s chambers, no clothes in sight as they moved against each other, the sound of their skin and their moans the only thing you could hear. He watched as Snape’s eyes widened, his pupils dilating as he saw the scene in his mind. He thought Snape would recoil in shock, yet Snape gripped his hip tighter, nails digging into his side he was absolutely certain that it would leave bruises.
Everything and everybody was forgotten as Snape inched closer to him, their breaths mingling as their lips got closer. Snape looked like he was about to lose control and the very thought made arousal shoot through his system.
Just a few more inches and he would have what he desired. Yet the fantasy all came crashing down when Snape removed his hand like it was on fire and put distance between them. Harry felt wounded, his confidence crushed as Snape spoke “Mr Potter stay a few moments after class will you”. He nodded in response, not trusting his words.
By the time class finishes he is left in the room alone with Snape standing at his desk with his back to him. He thought they might actually just sit there in silence, but it was Snape who broke the silence, his voice not loud or deep but small and shy.
“Say it again”
Harry wracked his brain trying to figure out what he meant, he was not exactly known for his smarts. Then the light bulb went off, there was one word that he had spoken that he had never said before, it made his confidence shoot back through his system as he found his voice.
“Severus”.
Snape whirled around, his eyes even from a distance were filled with lust. The pupils wide as he looked at him like he might jump him then and there. “ When we are not in class I give you permission to call me that, you have no idea how nice it sounds coming out of your mouth. Normally when people say it there is anger and fear but with you there is none of it, it's nice to hear you say my name with no hate laced into it”.
Seeing Severus vulnerable before him was enough to short circuit his brain as he got up from his chair and walked over to his professor and threw his arms around him. Snape at first went rigid at the contact but soon relaxed, even reciprocating the hug which made Harry’s heart thunder in his chest. Snape leaned down in his ear before pulling away whispering. “Thank you Harry”.
Harry’s heart stopped, he watched as Snape walked away leaving him still standing at the front of the classroom. Did Snape just call him Harry? His mind was consumed by that one thought and did it mean what he thought it did.
3.
Fifth year potions were tough. Not because of the actual course work but because of Severus. He couldn’t concentrate on anything but the deep voice that filtered through the room. It sets his nerves alight, the voice sweeps through every inch of his body that it's intoxicating. Except ever since that day in potions last year Severus has refused to meet his eyes and it irritates him so much that sometimes he just wants to run out of the castle when his feelings begin to overwhelm him. He’s sick and tired of Snape seeing him as a little kid, he wants to be seen as someone worthy to fight for, he wants Snape to accept him for who he is and not Lily Potter’s child.
Speaking of Snape he had disappeared.
Well he hadn’t disappeared into thin air he had just gone into the supply closet without him noticing. He could hear him rummaging around, probably searching for a specific ingredient for one of his own concoctions in the corner of the classroom. Snape was brilliant, exceptional but he was also tough and arrogant which made it really hard for Harry to break through his external shell.
This semester Snape had them working on a potion that they would be studying next year, they weren’t making the potion, they were studying the theory and the ingredients needed. Well, there was one batch of this potion brewing in the corner but only Snape was allowed to touch it because if any of the students got their hands on it, well the castle would soon be over-run by lovesick students because they were studying Amortentia.
Snape was teaching them a love potion, he often thought how Ironic it was, but he also desperately wanted to smell it, to see what smells he was attracted to. He wasn’t an idiot either, he knew why Snape was doing this he was torturing him, if the no eye contact wasn’t enough this was the second level.
Eventually Snape’s voice boomed through the class as he made the students gather around the cauldron. He listened to him explain the fundamental basics of what the potion does and how not to use it for evil. Then for the first time in a year Snape’s eyes were drilling into his, the sea of dark brown/black swirling a glint of mischief in his eyes as he knew what he was about to be asked to do.
“If you wouldn’t be so kind Mr Potter describe what it is to the class you are smelling”.
Harry knows exactly who he will be smelling, yet he can’t give that secret away. It's time to skirt around the edges.
“Um I smell sandalwood, with slight vanilla undertones and old book pages”. He didn’t mention that he smelt many different potion ingredients or a hint of fire whiskey. Snape looked at him pleased. “Ah excellent deduction Potter any clue who it might be”.
“Oh I know exactly who it is Professor Snape, but that’s a secret for me to know and for you to probably figure out in the daily prophet, why don’t you tell us what attracts you”. The expression on Snape’s face shocked him, there was no anger or annoyance, it looked like Snape was going to play his little game. “Well Mr Potter I smell broom polish, treacle tarts and a hint of cinnamon”. Harry was surprised when Snape said cinnamon because that is only something he wore once, it was the scent of the muggle cologne he wore when he had detention with Snape in third year. He hadn’t worn it since. Not because he didn’t like it, he just hadn’t had a moment only with Snape since. He could hear the other students whispering, wondering who it was that Snape was attracted to, luckily there was no mention of his name.
They all started to head back towards their desks, when he was pushed out of the way by one of the Slytherin students. He would’ve fallen face first onto the floor if it wasn’t for the hand that had encircled his waist. The touch set a fire alight inside him, he didn’t even need to know who it was he could recognise that soft touch anywhere. He stood up straight, other students watching him as Snape forced him backwards till he hit the wall. He had seen enough movies to know this is when the person normally gets kissed, but he knows that's not going to happen. Snape winks at him, so obviously he is thinking something very similar. Just one move and their whole relationship could change, but Snape is too sensible for that so he steps backwards instead, putting some inches between them as he speaks. “I suggest Mr Potter that you go tell that person that you desire how exactly you feel about them because you never know they might feel the same way about you”. Harry’s restraint nearly failed him; that was the closest Snape had been to confessing his true feelings and hope surged through him that maybe he was closer to obtaining exactly what he wanted than he originally thought he was.
4.
5th year potions were coming close to an end. Yet this year has been the one with the most progress. He has actually made significant progress in potions, putting in an effort to please Snape and has also made progress with the professor himself. The last lesson of this year's potions class wasn’t a lesson at all, but a quiz that Snape was using to assess what they had learned over the year. Except it wasn’t a written quiz, it was a face off between the students, until there was one winner.
And he wanted to win. There were just two obstacles he had to overcome.
Hermione and Draco.
They were the smartest in the class, but he hadn’t let them know that often he was hidden in the library underneath his invisibility cloak studying their potions material. Sure, Hermione was one of his best friends, but they didn’t need to know everything he was doing in his life, he liked having his secrets.
As luck would have it he wouldn’t have to worry about one of his obstacles because first up and against each other was Hermione and Draco. Snape obviously did that for a reason he wanted the other students to feel nervous, to let them know that even the smartest students can be beaten by each other.
As he predicted, Hermione won and Draco was not happy to be taken out in the first round. Round after round went by until it was just him and Hermione left. They walked up to the two podiums at the front of the classroom and by the look on Hermione’s face she thought she had this in the bag.
“The rules for the final part of the quiz are as follows: the first to answer five questions correctly wins, if you are wrong then your opponent gets to have a go at answering the question. Finally whoever wins gets 100 house points and automatic entry into my 6th year course no matter the results of your exams.
The first few questions were relatively easy. He and Hermione were tied at 3 correct answers a piece. Then Snape threw a spanner into the works and Hermione answered correctly, but he was quick to follow with a correct answer of his own leaving them tied with one question remaining. Snape was looking at him with a look in his eye that he instantly recognised, it was the same look he gave him when they first talked back in 1st year potions, before Snape even spoke he knew what the question was going to be.
“Now what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood”.
He had never answered any question quicker “You would get the draught of Living Death and I do know the true meaning of your words so thank you and I don’t blame you”.
Snape recoiled slightly, he clearly hadn’t known that he knew the true meaning of those words he often repeated them in his head: On Lily's grave I promise to protect you. Snape had upheld that promise so many times that he had lost count years ago. But now Snape was looking at him with a ferocity he had never seen before, it set his senses alight. He noticed the exact moment Snape’s control slipped as he walked right up to the podium he was standing on, which made them exactly the same height. Their eyes locked onto each other, either of them refusing to break the contact. Snape was close yet he was also still too far away, he wanted nothing more than to grab Snapes face and close the last few inches. Hell he nearly did, their bodies had inched even closer he was so close to living out his dreams.
The sound of a vial shattering brought them out of their trance, Snape resumed his teachers stance and looked at the student displeased. Yet Harry couldn’t help but think that next year will finally be the moment where he finally gets to call Snape his, he's always trusted his instinct and this time it's pointing directly at Snape.
5.
6th year potions was another level. With less students in the class the expectations were even harder. Snape was more critical of your mistakes and he made sure to tell you if you had screwed up. Yet this year things were different between him and Snape, there no longer was distance. Snape would touch him frequently whether it be an accidental brush in the hallways or a more deliberate touch in potions class. No students were none the wiser as they continued with their covert mission.
This year he had some help in potions, he had an annotated version of advanced potion making which used to be owned by the Half Blood Prince. He had a sneaky suspicion to who that was, the spellman ship was like nothing he had ever seen, and he knew of only one potion master who could create such spells. So technically Snape was helping him in more ways than one.
He was unaware if Snape knew he had his old textbook, but if he did he didn’t show any signs and he hadn’t confiscated it either.
Today they were finishing up their current potion which had taken them 28 days to brew, Snape was teaching them how to brew Veritaserum. It was the most difficult potion he had ever brewed, needing a whole lunar cycle for it to be complete. You're probably wondering how they were going to be graded on such a potion, there was only one way you had to test it on yourself with Snape being the question master.
He was utterly fucked. Sure Snape knew how he felt he had never said it out loud, he bloody hoped Snape would skirt around the edges instead of asking that one question.
Luckily for him he was one of the last students to go under the potions effects, as he watched other students undergo the compulsion of their secrets being spilled. When it was his turn he swallowed three drops of the serum and sat in his chair in front of Snape.
The first question was the routine “Is your name Harry James Potter”.
“Yes”.
“Are you a student at Hogwarts”.
“Yes”.
“Are you in love”.
“Yes”. He couldn’t stop himself, no matter how hard he fought the potion had him at Snape’s mercy.
“How long have you been in love with this person?”. Snape said to him with a wicked smirk, he knew what he was doing to Harry. He could feel the blood running south as he squirmed in his seat, the emotions surging through him as he glared daggers at Snape.
“I’ve been in love with this person since 3rd year, since they decided to defend me instead of blaming me, when they saw me for the first time instead of seeing the Boy who lived. I will never forget that day because that was the day I realized that someone actually cared for me, that even through all their hatred and loathing they still cared even when they were doing it out of a promise to themself. That promise might have been for a different reason then, but now they do it because they want to because they fell in love with me too. Even though they have never said it out loud I know because their eyes say everything. Their control over their feelings is fading as their emotions are threatening to consume them and the day it does I will be waiting for them, no matter how long it takes”.
Snape walks towards him, his hands flexing, he knows exactly what he has done he has teased Snape. Toyed with his feelings until Snape has almost hit the breaking point.
“Then tell me Mr Potter”. He says with a snarl “Why play with someone's feelings when you know they already belong to you”.
He’s slightly taken aback by that question, but he already knows the answer. “Because no matter how many times they have hurt my feelings, I want them to experience a little bit of what they have put me through, they might already belong to me but that doesn’t mean they have earnt me”.
“So, what does this person need to do to earn you”. Snape looks at him quizzically, his hands now placed on the desk in front of him. Harry can’t help but reciprocate the stance standing up till their mouths are inches apart. “They need to prove to me that even if they love me they will not back down from me, they can’t fear me, they have to accept every part of me. They need to show me just how much of an equal they are, I will not love the enemy and I will not hate my equal either”.
Snape’s eyes say everything, he sees the control slipping. The man's resolve is hanging by a thread as he feels a breath across his ear as Snape whispers.
“This year Harry, I will earn you. You will see what it's like to love the villain, even though I’m not the main villain of your story. Harry you already have my heart now it's time for me to earn yours”.
With that he feels the ghost of lips on his as Snape steps away. He feels the potion wearing off as he hears the whispers of the fellow students. They must be idiots, how they have not managed who he is talking about is absurd, anyone could see how they act but no they all think he's in love with a fellow Gryffindor.
Snape stands at his lectern observing the class. “I must say this was quite a commendable effort from all of you, but one of you has done drastically better than the rest. Mr Potter well done, you will be receiving an outstanding on this one. The rest of you will get your grades next week.
Harry’s brain officially stopped working, Snape had never praised his work, maybe putting all this effort had been worth it, for a second he envisioned doing this for a living. The thought ignited a spark in the back of his brain, he had never considered applying himself to this class, maybe it could be a future avenue after all.
“Mr Potter, stay a second after class will you”.
When the class ended, he waited for the students to filter out before he approached Snape at his desk.
“Severus”. He said in a light tone, not quite teasing but also not quite flirtatious either.
“Harry”. Snape’s voice on the other hand was soft, vulnerable like he was about to say something he would regret later.
“Tell me, without being under the compulsion of the Veritaserum, please say it again”.
“I love you Severus, but you still have to earn me”. He said it with every ounce of love he held for the man, he was so close to giving in all he needed to do was close the gap and their lips would connect. Yet he promised himself his heart needed to be earnt and Severus still needed to prove that.
“When I earn you, I promise I will say it but right now I’m not worth enough to say those words. You will have all of me, Harry. I promise you will not have me with armour or regret, the day I earn you I will give you the entire world:”. Watching Snape’s control slip is like an aphrodisiac; it consumes him whole; he barely registers saying goodbye to Snape before he runs to the nearest bathroom desperate to get the situation under control.
+1
The potions class had started off normal, revising over a lot of the content they had previously learnt during the year. Except in the middle of the lesson Snape turned focus, making them each answer question after question to really test their knowledge. But with him he wasn’t playing fair he was giving him the toughest questions pushing his limits, some questions were to material that he hadn’t even learned.
He could only take so much before he finally broke.
“For Fuck sakes Severus, if you really want to press my buttons how about you really tell me how you feel right now.
Snape’s eyes were on him in an instant rage flying through them.
He had fucked up majorly, maybe that wasn’t the best way to approach the blatant unfairness.
“I dare you to say that again Mr Potter”. Harry instinctively reached for his wand as Snape walked closer to his desk.
“And what would you do, professor. Give me a detention, make me write lines or will your control finally snap”.
He didn’t mean to say the last line, it came out in the heat of the moment. Snape snarled his voice angrier than he had ever heard it. “Potter, choose your next words very carefully”.
He didn’t speak at all, his hand moving at the speed of light as he pressed his wand against Snape’s throat. Snape moaned at the contact, his eyes going wide as he produced his own wand. “You did this to yourself Mr Potter”.
With that the first spell went flying, knocking Harry backwards.
He was quick to regroup, defending each of Snape’s spells. Each spell got progressively wilder, colour flying around the classroom as the rest of students cowardly near the back. It was like an all-out war, all of their feelings being let out. Harry’s next spell was stupid and irresponsible, and he knew exactly how Snape would react.
“Sectumsempra”. The room shone with a bright white light as Snape blocked the spell. Snape’s eyes were furious, he dropped his wand and came forwards grabbing him roughly by the shoulders and pushing him backwards against the wall. He pinned him there, his body against his as Snape’s black eyes dilated even further. “Tell Me Mr Potter what did you think you would get out of that little stunt”.
His brain could think of only a few words, words that came tumbling out “Severus you’ve earned me, you didn’t back down”. He sounded breathless as he dropped his own wand, its sound reverberating through the classroom. He let everything go, his resolve, his control it all evaporated in that instant.
“Class dismissed, everyone get out right now”.
The door slamming shut released something in Snape . A growl resonating from deep inside him as he caged Harry in even harder. “You are going to be the death of me”. He let out a chuckle. “I already planned to be”.
With that Snape’s control failed, no threads left as he pressed his lips against Harry’s. Harry was in heaven, the kiss filled with love and desire and so many pent-up emotions, He arched up into Severus desperate to get closer, each contact sending fire through his veins, each sense heightened as he was devoured by Severus.
Severus wasn’t gentle and he didn’t want him to be. He wanted to be consumed, to be wanted so desperately that he lost all inhibitions, he wanted to have someone take control over him.
“Now Harry that is not the type of power you should give me, I would not be gentle and I never share”.
He forgot that Snape could read his thoughts, well he had seen most of them, why not let him see them all.
“Severus Fuck, only yours, you earned me you can now have the power”.
Snape growled once again as he lifted Harry and wrapped his legs around his torso. It was rough and chaotic as he was pressed hard against the mahogany desk , the papers and potions spelled away as the cold wood made him shiver. Snape made quick work of his robe and his shirt until warm hands were trailing up his side. He gasped at the warmth, the sensation mixed with the friction of their cocks through their pants. He needed to touch Snape.
That bloody robe that caused all his problems in the beginning needed to go.
He sat upwards, working each button open one by one, till the black robe fell off Snape’s shoulders. The white shirt beneath was hiding a masterpiece, he could only imagine if Snape rolled up the sleeves what a sight that would be.
“If you wish it Harry I will make it happen”.
He brought their mouths back together, this kiss more sensual. “Another time Severus, today I want those clothes off within the next few minutes”.
Severus waved his wand and in seconds their bodies were both bare, the coldness of the dungeons making him break into a full body shiver.
Severus wasn’t one to waste time as he dragged his hands over his chest, down over his hips, purposefully missing his groin and down the inside of his thighs. He repeated this process multiple times, making him blush, his cock now fully hard. But Severus wasn’t done torturing him as he leaned over him and ran his tongue over his nipples, making him arch into the contact. He had never felt anything like it, Severus actually might be the death of him instead. He let out a loud moan when Severus bit down harshly. “Severus if you don’t stop with this torture I might actually curse you”.
“Try Me”.
He didn’t, he let Severus continue with his torture. Then Severus touched him, his brain suddenly alert as pleasure spread through him. “Fuck Severus”. Severus continued pumping his hand up and down, his cock slick with lube which Severus wordlessly conjured. Each glide made his cock twitch, pre-cum gathering at his tip. Then Severus surprised him by leaning down and licking the tip, tasting him for the first time. He nearly came at the contact, willing himself to calm down but what Snape was doing to him had him closely racing to the finish.
“Severus fuck I don’t want to cum yet, I need you inside me please”.
Severus released his cock as he was hastily flipped over, his own cock coming in contact with the desk. He hissed at the coldness as Severus spread his legs wider, he was now bent over the desk and one of his fantasies was coming true.
“You have no idea Harry, how many times I have imagined doing this to you exactly like this, bent over my desk legs spread all for me”. Severus' voice was so deep with lust and desire that he would do everything in his power to hear it like that for eternity.
“Take me Severus, please we’ve waited long enough”.
Severus listened, rubbing his cock over his hole, teasing him slightly. He heard the lube open and then felt the coldness at his hole.
“You look beautiful like this Harry, your hole twitching ready for me”. Then Severus pushed forward, working slowly inside him. Severus was huge, hell he probably could have used some preparation, but he liked the burn and once Snape was fully inside him the burn quickly turned to pleasure.
Severus was brutal with his pace, he had warned him that he would not be gentle, yet he still wanted more. “Harder”. Severus grabbed his hips, fingernails digging into his flesh, destined to leave a mark. Then Severus hit that spot inside him that had him seeing stars. “Right there Severus”. His moans were coming quicker and longer as he felt himself nearing his climax. The wood of the desk was providing friction to cock and he knew this would be over in minutes.
“Harry cum with me” With one last thrust Severus buried himself to the hilt, letting himself fall onto Harry’s back. The feeling of Severus’s cum filling him was all he needed to reach his climax as he came shouting Severus’s name.
They were a mess as he felt Severus withdraw his softening cock. He was slowly dragged off the desk, Severus gathering him in his arms. He was tired, exhaustion seeping through his bones as they headed to Severus’s chambers.
“Harry, you still with me”. He sighed, opening his eyes meeting those of his love. That’s when he remembered something.
“You're promise Severus, say it”.
He was laid down on the bed, Severus crawling right beside him as he dragged their mouths together in a lazy kiss.
“I love you Harry Potter and if this is the beginning I promise to give you the entire world”. He recaptured Severus’s lips, the kiss still filled with desire that he felt his cock began to rejuvenate, but he was way too tired. He was almost asleep when he remembered he had a question.
“Severus you said all I had to do was ask and you would give it to me right”.
“Yes Harry, what exactly do you want”.
“Can I have one of your robes now”. Severus laughed, a sound he needed to hear to survive. “They're all yours Harry, I’ll even get you one if you choose the career, I believe you have already decided, maybe if you're lucky I’ll make you my apprentice”.
He had made that decision weeks ago, that maybe potions were his career instead of becoming an auror. With Snape as his master, they would be the most powerful and dangerous couple in the wizarding world.