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It was absurd. It was unfathomable. Severus Snape was not a pervert. His thoughts may be a little perverted - but he would NEVER act on them.
But oh, how he wanted to.
After saving his life during the battle of Hogwarts then sacrificing himself like the little martyr he is, Harry Potter decided that he and Severus were friends.
Friends who hang out. Friends who chat. Friends who know each other.
It was disgusting and Severus would never allow it to continue. Although, he already had.
“Come on Snape, it's just a drink, it'll be fun.”
“Absolutely not Potter, I do not drink with my students.”
“I haven’t been your student in 2 years, please Severus!”
“And the saviour takes himself up with my first name, how interesting
You'll always be my student Potter”
“Call me Harry”
“....What?”
“I saaaiiidd call me Harry. It is my name after all”
“Alright, Harry, I do not and will not go out for drinks with any student of mine”
Severus didn't like how his heart, or more importantly his cock, reacted to using Pott- Harry’s - first name. He didn't want to think about moaning that name as Harry broke him bit by bit. Fuck. Severus Snape - youngest potions master ever, dark lord's right hand man, the only person to successfully lie to him, spy for the light and teacher of many many years - had a crush on Harry dunderhead Potter, the fucking saviour of the fucking wizerding world.
He needed to end this before he let his mind wonder. If his mind took over he might not be able to control his hands around the fit, toned 19 year old in front of him.
He stood up and walked into the backroom of his potions store and up to his small flat, waiting for the bell signaling Harry had opened the door and left.
It was a joke to think someone as accomplished and famous as Harry Potter would ever be romantically interested in a hideous dungeon bat. Sure Severus had fucked a couple of annoymous muggles over the years after realising out he was gay, but nobody who ever knew Snape ever wanted him. I mean Harry’s own father and his mangey friends had drilled how ugly and unworthy Snape was into his head all throughout his school years, and damn them all for being right about something for once in their stupid lives.
As Severus was closing the store that night, Harry walked in carrying a bottle of elf whisky and a bag of Indian food.
How did Harry know he liked Indian food? Severus raised a silent eyebrow.
“Well you said you wouldn't go OUT for a drink… so I bought drinks here”
“You don't know when to quit, do you Potter?”
“No i don't, it's worked out pretty good for me so far - the whole Voldemort being dead thing and all - and I told you to call me Harry”
Severus wanted him to order him to do other things but stopped himself from sharing those particular thoughts.
Without asking, Harry scooted past him, into the backroom and up the stairs. Snape cursed Potter for not leaving him to die when he had the chance.
Harry had come over every Friday after that, with alternate turns for bringing dinner and drinks.
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Harry had a problem. A big, intimidating, gorgeous problem with eyes that were so black they reflected the deepest part of the ocean, hiding secrets that Harry couldn't possibly wait to discover.
His problem may or may not have been named Severus Snape.
He was 15 when he fell in love with his grumpy potions professor.
Although he was 14 when he realised just how turned on he got when the bat crowded his space to insult his potion skills, his father, his blatant disregard for the rules - although Harry blames that one on someone trying to kill him every year he dared leave the house - you name it, Snape insulted it.
He pictured himself fighting back, barb for barb until he had the man cornered and only then would he prove just how good he could make his gorgeous, yet, horribly mean professor feel. If only he listened to Harry when he said he wasn't anything like his father - I mean for fucks sake he didnt even meet the guy properally before he was killed infront of him.
And now the best part of Harry's week was Friday. A day he looked forward to all week (and day dreamed about all week) where he and Snape would just talk and be friends.
It took a while for the potions professor to become comfortable around Harry, not that Harry blamed him I mean he did kind of barge his way into the man's life. But Harry liked breaking those walls Severus hid behind. He liked earning the man's trust and he liked the man who always teased Harry for his spice tolerance or his drink of choice - Fireball, a really good muggle whisky that tastes like cinnamon. And it was beginning to be increasingly hard to hide his feelings for the man, as every waking thought (and wanking thoughts) seemed to be about his beautiful nose and his surprisingly full lips.
But currently he was sitting across from Sirius at Grimmauld Place, pretending to be listening to an elaborate story while secretly day dreaming about Severus.
“Okay what's going on kid?”
“Huh sorry, lost in thought. What’d you say?”
“Ignore the story, Harry you've been spacing out whenever we talk, what's going on are you alright?”
Sirius had almost completely gotten over Azkaban, with the help from Remus who was currently at the florist picking out flowers for his and Sirus’s wedding. The downside of this recovery however, was the fact that Sirius was now super attentive and could somehow see straight through harry.
“Yeah i’m fine, just got a lot on my mind with work and all”
“It’s not quidditch, Harry, I know you so spill, who’s got my godson all lovestruck?”
Harry choked on his tea and evilly glared at his Godfather who seemed to know exactly what Harry was feeling at all times.
“No one got me lovestruck padfoot, I told you I'm just stressed!”
“Yeah and I'm just with Remus for his personality,” Sirius said with a manic little smirk.
“Ew ew ew padfoot i do NOT need to know!”
“Hahaha I’m just messing with you kid, but Siriusly”
Sirius wiggled his eyebrows
“Whos got you all spaced out, we haven't had a solid conversation in like 3 months”
Harry did feel bad at that. And it was true, he was being a shitty friend. It was just hard when he was constantly thinking about the love of his life who only saw him as a friend.
“Okay fine, Sirius i’ve got something to tell you but you need to promise not to freak out”
At his godson's sudden tone shift, Sirius sat up straight and put on his best listening face.
“Harry, prongslet, you know you can tell me anything”
“Well… i’m gay an-”
“You can't actually think i'd freak out over you being gay Harry, I mean come on I’ve been with Remus since i was 13. You don't think that low of me do you?”
“Sirius you cut me off” Harry said exasperated already.
“Oh my bad pronglest… march on!”
“Okay well, not only am i gay…
“...”
“I’m in love with Severus Snape”
Harry peaked up through his eyebrows at his godfather, who had gone very still and very quiet.
“... Sirius? Are you alright?”
Suddenly Sirius wasn’t so still as he shot up and started pacing.
“Harry!”
“Yes Sirius?”
“HArry!!”
“What is it Sirius?”
“HARRY!?”
“YOU'RE FREAKING ME OUT PADFOOT JUST SAY SOMETHING!”
Harry didn't know when he started yelling or when he stood up and suddenly his chair was about a foot behind him and he was ringing his hands together. Sirius didn't say anything though. He stopped pacing and quickly walked into the floo, muttering a destination Harry couldn't hear, leaving the boy standing in the kitchen by himself.
Harry felt awful. He knew he shouldn't have told Sirius. I mean the history between him and Severus alone was enough for Sirius to hold a grudge, but now… Harry didn't actually know what was going to happen now because Sirius had disappeared. He sat back down on his chair and lowered his head into his hands as he started to shake.
He hated the fact that he still had panic attacks. I mean the war was 2 years ago, and Voldemort was dead - by Harry’s own hand mind you - so there was no reason to freak out just because Sirius seemed mad then left. It was Sirius’s house, he’d come back, and if he felt like he never wanted to see Harry again after the news, then Harry wouldn't fault him. Hermione once told him she thought he had abandonment issues, but that wasn’t true. Harry was fine with people leaving him, it happened all the time throughout his childhood and he always tried not to feel bad because those people probably had reasons Harry wasn’t good enough.
He felt strong arms wrap around him as he sat there, shaking and crying, unaware of where he was or what time it was. Whatever the person was muttering to him, Harry couldn’t hear through his sobbing. Slowly, Harry started to pull himself together and felt the familiar cardigan against the back of his neck. Looking up, Harry found Remus squatting in front of him staring into his eyes in Grimmauld Place’s kitchen.
“Hey kid, are you back with us yet?”
“Remus? What are you doing here? I thought you were at the florist”
“Siri came and got me. He's a little bit frantic right now… What happened between you two?”
“I told him something and he freaked out and left”
“But I GET IT I DON'T MEAN TO BLAME-” Harry tried to rush out quickly before Remus assumed Harry was mad at his fiance, but was cut off by Sirius’s sudden yelling.
“SNIVELLUS REALLY HARRY?”
“DON’T YOU DARE CALL HIM THAT AFTER HOW YOU TREATED HIM IN SCHOOL!”
“HE'S GOT YOU BRAINWASHED! JUST LIKE THE DEATH EATER HE IS! I’M GONNA KILL HIM FOR RUINING MY GODSON”
Sirius tried to march off before Remus grabbed the back of his jumper and dragged him into a chair. “Will someone PLEASE tell me what happened”
“I’m in love with Severus and he doesn't know and it's ruining my life Moony”
“Oh Harry, that’s not wrong, you can love whoever you want” His voice suddenly became ice cold “Isn’t that right Sirius?”
Sirius wasn’t listening. Sirius was muttering to himself “Doesnt know my ass… he probably poisened him… those fucking potions ill kill him” Not seeming to register Remus talking to him, Sirius got up and locked himself in the hallways bathroom.
“I’m never even going to tell Sev, he’d never speak to me again, and I still somehow upset Padfoot,” Harry said very dejectedly.
“First of all, we aren't close by any means, but I truly do not believe Snape would hate you for any reason short of mass murder, and even then, probably not”
“He would. He trusts me and me telling him I’ve wanted to snog him blind all these years would not go down well moons”
“I don't need the details H. But I do believe you should tell him. Sirius will come around, he always does.” Remus gazed at the bathroom door the dog had still not emerged from. “He’s just….” The man sighed “It’s a lot of reminiscing about Hogwarts and James with the wedding coming up and all that. He’s just stressed, but trust me once padfoot see’s what I see when you and Snape look at eachother, he’ll come around.”
“What are you seeing Remus…?” Harry raised a silent eyebrow. It reminded the werewolf of a certain dungeon bat.
“You are both so clearly in love I can’t believe it took you this long to tell us. You know you can tell us anything all the time cub” He looked so sincere it made Harry’s heart hurt for not trusting them and fessing up sooner.
“I know moony. I wanted to tell you both sooner but I was really hoping the feelings would go away before they got unbearable” Harry stood up and ran a hand through his bird nest of messy black locks. “I was also a little worried about.. well that” He said gesturing to the bathroom door. Remus at least looked a little bashful. The wolf knew his fiance would come around to the idea of his godson and his highschool rival, but he also knew it would take a big telling off from the wolf for reacting this way and hurting his cub.
“I think I'm just gonna go. Thank you for being understanding Moony I love you” As he walked towards the floo with Remus on his back, Harry called out “LOVE YOU SIRIUS” and upon getting no response, Harry floo’d into his own london flat, grabbing his muggle wallet to go pick up a spicy chicken vindaloo for Sev and a mild butter chicken for himself.