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Sunday morning. Snape had hoped he would wake up and find out everything was back to normal, but a glance in the bathroom mirror proved him wrong. Walking into the living area of his chambers after a quick shower, he saw Dumbledore's head floating among the flames in the hearth.
"Ah, Severus, here you are", the old wizard greeted him with one of his gentle smiles.
"Yes, headmaster, here I am", Snape replied in the most casual tone he could muster and folded his arms.
"I see you're still... recovering", Dumbledore said eyeing him. He ignored the wry smile Snape gave him. "I was wondering if you were going to join us for breakfast. You attended neither lunch nor dinner yesterday, is something wrong? Unexpected side effects, perhaps? I'll send Poppy to your rooms if you need anything."
"I just wasn't hungry." Snape couldn't have swallowed a morsel of food even if he'd tried the previous day, his stomach had felt like it was in flames. And he was sure that had he seen either Malfoy or Potter look up at him in the middle of a meal, he would've spat fire at them, roasting various other students in the process. He decided to take no chances - parents tended to be rather difficult to deal with if their children were sent home in a sealed envelope - and thought it would be wiser to avoid eating in the Great Hall.
He realised the last time thing he'd eaten had been an apple the previous afternoon and felt like he could use some food. "I'll be there in five minutes. And, Albus..." He paused, wondering if he should continue. "There's something I need to ask you."
Dumbledore smiled. "I'll be waiting for you in my office after breakfast."
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Snape made his way to the headmaster's office in silence. Leaving the Great Hall he had caught a glimpse of Potter and his friends walking down the stairs leading to the Gryffindor dormitory, and that had been enough to make what little food he had managed to ingest swirl dangerously in his stomach. He was sure the boy would cause him an ulcer someday.
What currently worried the Potions master was Potter's reaction to the previous day's events . He had been standing just a few feet away from Snape when the professor had seen him, there was no way he could've missed Malfoy's little speech. Yet he had only greeted him with a mumbled "Sir" and gone back to the castle as if nothing had happened. Snape thought that maybe he had just walked out of the locker room and hadn't heard a word. Or that he hadn't caught on to the insinuation. 'No', he mentally corrected himself, 'only Crabbe and Goyle could be so dense'. He willed the thought away as he reached Dumbledore's office.
"Sugar quill."
The heavy stone gargoyle guarding the door moved and let him in.
Fawkes warbled as he stepped into the studio and he glared at the bird. It had recently regenerated; Severus remembered it had looked quite battered last time he had seen it, while now its plumage was bright and shiny. 'Phoenix ashes can do wonders indeed', he mused.
"Shut up. It's your fault too that I'm in this situation."
"Now, Severus, what can be so terrible about being young again?"
Snape didn't need to look at him to know the headmaster was smiling. "Everything", he muttered and walked to Dumbledore's desk. The old wizard gestured him to sit down.
"Sweet?"
"No, thanks." Snape crossed his legs and sat rigidly in his chair.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about? Is the potion giving you problems?"
"Not real problems", Snape said, "but I've noticed some changes. Apart from the *obvious* one, of course." He curled up his lips. "The potion seems to influence some of my thoughts and actions. I've come to the conclusion that it's working on my mind as well as my body, but I cannot understand why."
"Yes, I noticed there was something different yesterday. I hadn't seen you support the Slytherin team so actively in quite a few years." Dumbledore smiled at the wry look Snape gave him. "What kind of potion were you preparing when the... accident happened?"
"A digitalis-based healing potion. It is used mainly to cure the effects of a prolonged exposition to the Cruciatus Curse. The digitalis extract acts on the heart, revitalising it after the shock of the pain."
"I see", the headmaster murmured stroking his long, white beard. A broad smile appeared on his face. "Well, it's all clear then."
"What's clear?" Snape asked, puzzled.
"The potion isn't influencing your mind, but your heart."
"I beg your pardon?"
"The phoenix ashes must have combined with the digitalis extract in such a way that now you have the feelings of a 16-year-old boy, and those feelings affect your actions."
"Nonsense!" Snape replied. "The heart has nothing to do with feelings. That's just a foolish muggle legend."
Dumbledore smiled indulgently. "Most muggles think that magic is just a foolish legend too."
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Snape left Dumbledore's office and made his way out of the castle. It was still quite early and most of the students were either in the Great Hall having breakfast or still asleep, so he decided to take advantage of the temporary peace to wander around the Hogwarts grounds for a while before retreating to his rooms. He planned to stay there until the effects of the potion wore off. The headmaster's explanation of how the digitalis extract had combined with the phoenix ashes didn't convince him at all, but he wasn't going to risk doing something embarrassing because *something* was influencing his actions.
Without consciously realising it, he headed to the secluded place at the edge of the Dark Forest he had discovered when he was a student. He had been trying to sneak into Greenhouse number 3 to take some roots one day, when he'd heard the Herbology professor entering. Looking for a place to hide, he had run past Hagrid's hut, through bushes and trees, until he'd found himself in a small clearing. It was far from prying eyes, at the end of the forest but not quite inside the forbidden area, so he wouldn't get into trouble if someone found out. It had been his personal hideaway ever since.
But as he reached his old refuge, he saw that someone else had found it.
A boy was lying on his back under a tree - his favourite tree, he thought with irritation. His robe was spread like a blanket beneath him and he had an arm draped over his eyes. The brown jumper he was wearing had ridden up slightly over his stomach exposing a bit of his midriff and Snape fancied he could see his navel. He licked his lips.
'Digitalis extract my arse', he thought, suddenly aware he was drooling over one of his students, 'it's the *hormones* that are making me act like a fool.'
The boy stirred and Snape noticed a pair of round glasses lying at his side. 'Oh, no. *No*.'
A light breeze rustled the professor's robes and the boy quickly sat up. "Who's there?" He asked, squinting as he reached for his glasses, his other hand ready to draw his wand.
"I see you've developed your basic wizard instincts at last." Snape's voice didn't betray his discomfort. He couldn't believe he'd just caught himself having questionable thoughts about Harry Potter's navel.
"Oh, it's you professor." Harry's hand retreated from his robe as he adjusted his glasses on his nose. "Am I going to get into trouble for being here?"
"As much as I would like that", Snape drawled, "you're still within Hogwarts ground. The Forbidden Forest begins over there." He nodded toward a group of larches. "You didn't infringe any rule... this time."
"Oh. Good." Harry relaxed visibly. "Why are you here then?"
Snape snorted. "I was looking for a quiet place where I could spend a little time in peace, but, apparently, this particular area won't do."
He turned to leave, but Harry called him back. "Wait, professor!"
He looked back at the student. "What is it, Potter?"
"I... wanted to ask you something."
Snape sighed and moved closer until he was standing right in front of him. "Speak."
The boy blinked nervously up at him. "Uhm... Could you please sit down, sir? You're sort of... intimidating, looking down on me like that."
Snape narrowed his eyes. "That'd be a first. I don't seem to be able to intimidate you in class." He briefly studied the ground Harry was sitting on and, once he was sure the grass wasn't damp, sat down beside him. "Well?"
"I was wondering when you'll be back to your real age, sir. Dumbledore... Professor Dumbledore said it would be just a matter of days, but..."
"Don't fret too much about it", Snape said curtly. "The effects of your little experimental potion will wear off in a couple of days at most."
"Well, I'm glad. It must be unpleasant for you, sir. I'm truly sorry."
"You're not expecting me to forgive you, are you, Potter?"
"No, sir", Harry replied looking down at his hands.
After a few minutes Snape was still sitting there. "Uhm... sir?"
"What now?" The professor was enjoying the silence of the clearing and for a moment he'd forgotten he wasn't alone.
"When you said your name was Alexander... is there any reason why you chose that name?"
"And why do you want to know? It's none of your business."
"I was just curious. I thought you'd choose something more... uhm... a Latin name, maybe."
"Alexander is a Greek name. Do you know who Alexander the Great was?" Harry opened his mouth but Snape didn't let him speak. "He was the king of Macedonia, Aristotle's disciple and a brilliant strategist, probably the best captain of ancient history. His troops defeated the Persians and conquered Egypt. Under his lead the Hellenic Empire was invincible." He paused a moment and a corner of his mouth twitched upward. "My mother wanted to call me Alexander."
"Why did she change her mind?" Harry asked.
"She didn't", Snape replied without looking at him. "My father opposed. Word has it that Alexander the Great was homosexual and my father stated quite clearly that his son would never be named after a 'bloody poof', as he put it."
Beside him, Harry sniggered. "Must be turning in his grave now."
Snape turned sharply toward him. "What?" Harry stared at him with wide eyes, but didn't answer. "What did you say?" He repeated, a murderous look in his black eyes.
Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times before he was able to speak. "I heard what Malfoy said yesterday."
Snape didn't falter. "And you believe whatever nonsense leaves Malfoy's mouth?"
"I saw your reaction to his words. I hadn't seen you so upset since that time at the Shrieking Shack. And Sirius told me you were quite... intimate with Lucius Malfoy when you were students", Harry replied.
Snape added another item to his "Reasons to kill Sirius Black" mental list. "Believe whatever you want to. I don't really care what you think."
He moved to get up, but Harry grabbed his arm. "You are such a hypocrite. Did you have fun the other night, taunting me until I had to admit that yes, even Harry Potter has a skeleton in his closet? Do you know how humiliating it was? Revealing my best kept secret to *you*, of all people. Not even my friends know about it."
"I'd say that last night a very similar thing occurred to me as well", Snape replied staring at him through narrowed eyes.
Harry gave him a wry smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right. In your words: I've found out the Potions master's little secret. We're even now."
"If it makes you feel better..." Snape said through gritted teeth.
"Actually, there's something that would make me feel much better." Harry, still clutching Snape's arm, leaned in and pushed him on his back. He swiftly straddled his legs to prevent him from escaping.
"What on earth are you doing, Potter?" Snape reached for his wand, but Harry was faster, grabbing it and throwing it a few feet away while pointing his own wand at the professor's throat. "You're not getting away with it this time. Go on. Hex me, curse me, do whatever you like. You'll pay for it tenfold."
"But I don't want to hex you, sir", Harry purred, caressing the side of Snape's face with his free hand before running his fingers through the black hair. "Oh, you washed you hair today", he added with an impish grin. "You weren't so bad when you were younger, professor."
"Is this your idea of revenge, Potter? Raping me? And here I thought you were such a pure and noble Gryffindor", Snape said, staring at Harry with a defiant look.
"I don't want to rape you, sir", the boy replied, bending forward and whispering in his ear, "I want to seduce you."
"What?" Snape didn't have much time to protest, because Harry's mouth was on his in a second. One of the boy's hands kept Snape's head in place while the other was still holding the wand at the man's throat. A sense of déjà vu washed over him. It wasn't the first time someone had tried to 'seduce' him in the same way. But he couldn't believe Harry Potter, saviour of the Wizarding World, was doing it too.
Oblivious to his thoughts, Harry left Snape's lips and trailed a line of kisses along his jaw, brushed the black collar aside and continued down his neck. He began grinding his hips slowly against Snape's and smirked as the man beneath him gasped.
"You like this, sir?" Harry asked and, without waiting for a reply, ran his tongue up Snape's pale throat. Snape's reflexively arched his neck and Harry proceeded to lick his Adam's apple. "You know, it only takes a little stimulus for a teenager to become aroused." As to prove his point, he reached down and rubbed the palm of his hand against the Potions master's crotch. Snape cursed his overactive hormones as his hips bucked up on their own accord.
"It would be such a sweet revenge to break all you defences, defeat all your inhibitions. I could make you pay for six years of unfairness, ravishing you right here and knowing you'd love it. It would tear your pride to shreds, wouldn't it?" Harry went for Snape's mouth again, bit the Potions master's bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. The man tried in vain to hold back a moan.
Harry stopped and looked down at Snape's flushed face. He'd never seen him so dishevelled. "But you're right. I *am* a pure and noble Gryffindor, I won't do it." He pulled back, put his wand away and stood up. He held out his hand and tugged Snape to his feet, then bent down to pick up his robe. He shook it and put it on.
"I'll see you at lunch, sir", he said before going away.
Dazed, Snape waited until Harry had left the clearing to gather his wand and leave. He was going to stay in his rooms until everything was back to normal.
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Monday morning. Snape smiled grimly at his reflection in the mirror. He was thirty six again. No more phoenix ashes, no more digitalis extract, no more crazed hormones.
Speaking of which... He couldn't deny he had quite enjoyed discovering certain hidden skills of a certain young Gryffindor's. Too bad Potter was still a student. The fact that Snape wouldn't mind a further exploration of what he'd recently found out didn't mean he would change his attitude toward him, though. In fact, Snape thought the punishment the brat had got for handling rare ingredients, causing chaos during one of his lessons *and* ruining a set of his robes wasn't nearly enough. The boy was going to get a detention at the first chance he got: he had an undeniable talent for cleaning classrooms after all, it would be a pity to let such a useful gift go to waste.
On his way to the Great Hall he ran into a group of girls leaving the Slytherin common room. One in particular caught his eye.
"Miss Niveus!"
All the students turned as he called her.
"Y-Yes, professor?" She asked nervously. She knew she'd done nothing wrong, but she didn't know what to expect; Snape had never spoken to her outside class. Apart from that one time when she had *accidentally* turned a Gryffindor girl's hair green: he had complimented her on the nice hue (bright emerald) and impeccable aim.
"My cousin Alexander went back to Durmstrang last night, he cannot miss any of his classes. Curiously, he asked me to give you his regards. He seemed to believe you would be rather... disappointed if he'd left without saying anything. I wonder why", he added in a fake perplex tone.
"Oh... thank you, sir", the girl stuttered, blushing as the other girls giggled and started muttering among themselves.
Snape nodded and headed for the stairs, a ghastly smile appearing on his lips as he thought of the first class of the day. He had Gryffindors to terrorise.
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Sunday morning. Snape had hoped he would wake up and find out everything was back to normal, but a glance in the bathroom mirror proved him wrong. Walking into the living area of his chambers after a quick shower, he saw Dumbledore's head floating among the flames in the hearth.
"Ah, Severus, here you are", the old wizard greeted him with one of his gentle smiles.
"Yes, headmaster, here I am", Snape replied in the most casual tone he could muster and folded his arms.
"I see you're still... recovering", Dumbledore said eyeing him. He ignored the wry smile Snape gave him. "I was wondering if you were going to join us for breakfast. You attended neither lunch nor dinner yesterday, is something wrong? Unexpected side effects, perhaps? I'll send Poppy to your rooms if you need anything."
"I just wasn't hungry." Snape couldn't have swallowed a morsel of food even if he'd tried the previous day, his stomach had felt like it was in flames. And he was sure that had he seen either Malfoy or Potter look up at him in the middle of a meal, he would've spat fire at them, roasting various other students in the process. He decided to take no chances - parents tended to be rather difficult to deal with if their children were sent home in a sealed envelope - and thought it would be wiser to avoid eating in the Great Hall.
He realised the last time thing he'd eaten had been an apple the previous afternoon and felt like he could use some food. "I'll be there in five minutes. And, Albus..." He paused, wondering if he should continue. "There's something I need to ask you."
Dumbledore smiled. "I'll be waiting for you in my office after breakfast."
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Snape made his way to the headmaster's office in silence. Leaving the Great Hall he had caught a glimpse of Potter and his friends walking down the stairs leading to the Gryffindor dormitory, and that had been enough to make what little food he had managed to ingest swirl dangerously in his stomach. He was sure the boy would cause him an ulcer someday.
What currently worried the Potions master was Potter's reaction to the previous day's events . He had been standing just a few feet away from Snape when the professor had seen him, there was no way he could've missed Malfoy's little speech. Yet he had only greeted him with a mumbled "Sir" and gone back to the castle as if nothing had happened. Snape thought that maybe he had just walked out of the locker room and hadn't heard a word. Or that he hadn't caught on to the insinuation. 'No', he mentally corrected himself, 'only Crabbe and Goyle could be so dense'. He willed the thought away as he reached Dumbledore's office.
"Sugar quill."
The heavy stone gargoyle guarding the door moved and let him in.
Fawkes warbled as he stepped into the studio and he glared at the bird. It had recently regenerated; Severus remembered it had looked quite battered last time he had seen it, while now its plumage was bright and shiny. 'Phoenix ashes can do wonders indeed', he mused.
"Shut up. It's your fault too that I'm in this situation."
"Now, Severus, what can be so terrible about being young again?"
Snape didn't need to look at him to know the headmaster was smiling. "Everything", he muttered and walked to Dumbledore's desk. The old wizard gestured him to sit down.
"Sweet?"
"No, thanks." Snape crossed his legs and sat rigidly in his chair.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about? Is the potion giving you problems?"
"Not real problems", Snape said, "but I've noticed some changes. Apart from the *obvious* one, of course." He curled up his lips. "The potion seems to influence some of my thoughts and actions. I've come to the conclusion that it's working on my mind as well as my body, but I cannot understand why."
"Yes, I noticed there was something different yesterday. I hadn't seen you support the Slytherin team so actively in quite a few years." Dumbledore smiled at the wry look Snape gave him. "What kind of potion were you preparing when the... accident happened?"
"A digitalis-based healing potion. It is used mainly to cure the effects of a prolonged exposition to the Cruciatus Curse. The digitalis extract acts on the heart, revitalising it after the shock of the pain."
"I see", the headmaster murmured stroking his long, white beard. A broad smile appeared on his face. "Well, it's all clear then."
"What's clear?" Snape asked, puzzled.
"The potion isn't influencing your mind, but your heart."
"I beg your pardon?"
"The phoenix ashes must have combined with the digitalis extract in such a way that now you have the feelings of a 16-year-old boy, and those feelings affect your actions."
"Nonsense!" Snape replied. "The heart has nothing to do with feelings. That's just a foolish muggle legend."
Dumbledore smiled indulgently. "Most muggles think that magic is just a foolish legend too."
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Snape left Dumbledore's office and made his way out of the castle. It was still quite early and most of the students were either in the Great Hall having breakfast or still asleep, so he decided to take advantage of the temporary peace to wander around the Hogwarts grounds for a while before retreating to his rooms. He planned to stay there until the effects of the potion wore off. The headmaster's explanation of how the digitalis extract had combined with the phoenix ashes didn't convince him at all, but he wasn't going to risk doing something embarrassing because *something* was influencing his actions.
Without consciously realising it, he headed to the secluded place at the edge of the Dark Forest he had discovered when he was a student. He had been trying to sneak into Greenhouse number 3 to take some roots one day, when he'd heard the Herbology professor entering. Looking for a place to hide, he had run past Hagrid's hut, through bushes and trees, until he'd found himself in a small clearing. It was far from prying eyes, at the end of the forest but not quite inside the forbidden area, so he wouldn't get into trouble if someone found out. It had been his personal hideaway ever since.
But as he reached his old refuge, he saw that someone else had found it.
A boy was lying on his back under a tree - his favourite tree, he thought with irritation. His robe was spread like a blanket beneath him and he had an arm draped over his eyes. The brown jumper he was wearing had ridden up slightly over his stomach exposing a bit of his midriff and Snape fancied he could see his navel. He licked his lips.
'Digitalis extract my arse', he thought, suddenly aware he was drooling over one of his students, 'it's the *hormones* that are making me act like a fool.'
The boy stirred and Snape noticed a pair of round glasses lying at his side. 'Oh, no. *No*.'
A light breeze rustled the professor's robes and the boy quickly sat up. "Who's there?" He asked, squinting as he reached for his glasses, his other hand ready to draw his wand.
"I see you've developed your basic wizard instincts at last." Snape's voice didn't betray his discomfort. He couldn't believe he'd just caught himself having questionable thoughts about Harry Potter's navel.
"Oh, it's you professor." Harry's hand retreated from his robe as he adjusted his glasses on his nose. "Am I going to get into trouble for being here?"
"As much as I would like that", Snape drawled, "you're still within Hogwarts ground. The Forbidden Forest begins over there." He nodded toward a group of larches. "You didn't infringe any rule... this time."
"Oh. Good." Harry relaxed visibly. "Why are you here then?"
Snape snorted. "I was looking for a quiet place where I could spend a little time in peace, but, apparently, this particular area won't do."
He turned to leave, but Harry called him back. "Wait, professor!"
He looked back at the student. "What is it, Potter?"
"I... wanted to ask you something."
Snape sighed and moved closer until he was standing right in front of him. "Speak."
The boy blinked nervously up at him. "Uhm... Could you please sit down, sir? You're sort of... intimidating, looking down on me like that."
Snape narrowed his eyes. "That'd be a first. I don't seem to be able to intimidate you in class." He briefly studied the ground Harry was sitting on and, once he was sure the grass wasn't damp, sat down beside him. "Well?"
"I was wondering when you'll be back to your real age, sir. Dumbledore... Professor Dumbledore said it would be just a matter of days, but..."
"Don't fret too much about it", Snape said curtly. "The effects of your little experimental potion will wear off in a couple of days at most."
"Well, I'm glad. It must be unpleasant for you, sir. I'm truly sorry."
"You're not expecting me to forgive you, are you, Potter?"
"No, sir", Harry replied looking down at his hands.
After a few minutes Snape was still sitting there. "Uhm... sir?"
"What now?" The professor was enjoying the silence of the clearing and for a moment he'd forgotten he wasn't alone.
"When you said your name was Alexander... is there any reason why you chose that name?"
"And why do you want to know? It's none of your business."
"I was just curious. I thought you'd choose something more... uhm... a Latin name, maybe."
"Alexander is a Greek name. Do you know who Alexander the Great was?" Harry opened his mouth but Snape didn't let him speak. "He was the king of Macedonia, Aristotle's disciple and a brilliant strategist, probably the best captain of ancient history. His troops defeated the Persians and conquered Egypt. Under his lead the Hellenic Empire was invincible." He paused a moment and a corner of his mouth twitched upward. "My mother wanted to call me Alexander."
"Why did she change her mind?" Harry asked.
"She didn't", Snape replied without looking at him. "My father opposed. Word has it that Alexander the Great was homosexual and my father stated quite clearly that his son would never be named after a 'bloody poof', as he put it."
Beside him, Harry sniggered. "Must be turning in his grave now."
Snape turned sharply toward him. "What?" Harry stared at him with wide eyes, but didn't answer. "What did you say?" He repeated, a murderous look in his black eyes.
Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times before he was able to speak. "I heard what Malfoy said yesterday."
Snape didn't falter. "And you believe whatever nonsense leaves Malfoy's mouth?"
"I saw your reaction to his words. I hadn't seen you so upset since that time at the Shrieking Shack. And Sirius told me you were quite... intimate with Lucius Malfoy when you were students", Harry replied.
Snape added another item to his "Reasons to kill Sirius Black" mental list. "Believe whatever you want to. I don't really care what you think."
He moved to get up, but Harry grabbed his arm. "You are such a hypocrite. Did you have fun the other night, taunting me until I had to admit that yes, even Harry Potter has a skeleton in his closet? Do you know how humiliating it was? Revealing my best kept secret to *you*, of all people. Not even my friends know about it."
"I'd say that last night a very similar thing occurred to me as well", Snape replied staring at him through narrowed eyes.
Harry gave him a wry smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right. In your words: I've found out the Potions master's little secret. We're even now."
"If it makes you feel better..." Snape said through gritted teeth.
"Actually, there's something that would make me feel much better." Harry, still clutching Snape's arm, leaned in and pushed him on his back. He swiftly straddled his legs to prevent him from escaping.
"What on earth are you doing, Potter?" Snape reached for his wand, but Harry was faster, grabbing it and throwing it a few feet away while pointing his own wand at the professor's throat. "You're not getting away with it this time. Go on. Hex me, curse me, do whatever you like. You'll pay for it tenfold."
"But I don't want to hex you, sir", Harry purred, caressing the side of Snape's face with his free hand before running his fingers through the black hair. "Oh, you washed you hair today", he added with an impish grin. "You weren't so bad when you were younger, professor."
"Is this your idea of revenge, Potter? Raping me? And here I thought you were such a pure and noble Gryffindor", Snape said, staring at Harry with a defiant look.
"I don't want to rape you, sir", the boy replied, bending forward and whispering in his ear, "I want to seduce you."
"What?" Snape didn't have much time to protest, because Harry's mouth was on his in a second. One of the boy's hands kept Snape's head in place while the other was still holding the wand at the man's throat. A sense of déjà vu washed over him. It wasn't the first time someone had tried to 'seduce' him in the same way. But he couldn't believe Harry Potter, saviour of the Wizarding World, was doing it too.
Oblivious to his thoughts, Harry left Snape's lips and trailed a line of kisses along his jaw, brushed the black collar aside and continued down his neck. He began grinding his hips slowly against Snape's and smirked as the man beneath him gasped.
"You like this, sir?" Harry asked and, without waiting for a reply, ran his tongue up Snape's pale throat. Snape's reflexively arched his neck and Harry proceeded to lick his Adam's apple. "You know, it only takes a little stimulus for a teenager to become aroused." As to prove his point, he reached down and rubbed the palm of his hand against the Potions master's crotch. Snape cursed his overactive hormones as his hips bucked up on their own accord.
"It would be such a sweet revenge to break all you defences, defeat all your inhibitions. I could make you pay for six years of unfairness, ravishing you right here and knowing you'd love it. It would tear your pride to shreds, wouldn't it?" Harry went for Snape's mouth again, bit the Potions master's bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. The man tried in vain to hold back a moan.
Harry stopped and looked down at Snape's flushed face. He'd never seen him so dishevelled. "But you're right. I *am* a pure and noble Gryffindor, I won't do it." He pulled back, put his wand away and stood up. He held out his hand and tugged Snape to his feet, then bent down to pick up his robe. He shook it and put it on.
"I'll see you at lunch, sir", he said before going away.
Dazed, Snape waited until Harry had left the clearing to gather his wand and leave. He was going to stay in his rooms until everything was back to normal.
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Monday morning. Snape smiled grimly at his reflection in the mirror. He was thirty six again. No more phoenix ashes, no more digitalis extract, no more crazed hormones.
Speaking of which... He couldn't deny he had quite enjoyed discovering certain hidden skills of a certain young Gryffindor's. Too bad Potter was still a student. The fact that Snape wouldn't mind a further exploration of what he'd recently found out didn't mean he would change his attitude toward him, though. In fact, Snape thought the punishment the brat had got for handling rare ingredients, causing chaos during one of his lessons *and* ruining a set of his robes wasn't nearly enough. The boy was going to get a detention at the first chance he got: he had an undeniable talent for cleaning classrooms after all, it would be a pity to let such a useful gift go to waste.
On his way to the Great Hall he ran into a group of girls leaving the Slytherin common room. One in particular caught his eye.
"Miss Niveus!"
All the students turned as he called her.
"Y-Yes, professor?" She asked nervously. She knew she'd done nothing wrong, but she didn't know what to expect; Snape had never spoken to her outside class. Apart from that one time when she had *accidentally* turned a Gryffindor girl's hair green: he had complimented her on the nice hue (bright emerald) and impeccable aim.
"My cousin Alexander went back to Durmstrang last night, he cannot miss any of his classes. Curiously, he asked me to give you his regards. He seemed to believe you would be rather... disappointed if he'd left without saying anything. I wonder why", he added in a fake perplex tone.
"Oh... thank you, sir", the girl stuttered, blushing as the other girls giggled and started muttering among themselves.
Snape nodded and headed for the stairs, a ghastly smile appearing on his lips as he thought of the first class of the day. He had Gryffindors to terrorise.
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