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It was a small sound, a half muffled sob, but it still made him stop and listen. After a few minutes he thought he’d imagined it and was about to give the password to his chamber guardian when he heard it again.

Severus moved deeper into the labyrinth of dungeon passageways, the light from the torches didn’t penetrate this disused part of the school but it didn’t matter. Years of living in the half darkness had made Snape’s sight as sharp as a cat’s, and he could see just as well here as in the rest of the school. He moved slowly, his black robes hiding him completely in the semi-darkness. Eventually he rounded a corner and found a huddled black shape in the middle of the corridor. Harry’s shoulders shook with every suppressed sob, and Severus could see the small glint of the tears streaking down his face.

Silently he slid down the corridor wall to sit beside his colleague, and pulled out a handkerchief.

"Here." He pressed the white fabric into Harry’s hand causing the young man to jump slightly, as he hadn’t noticed Severus’ approach.

Severus almost missed the whispered "Thank you" as he waited for Harry to pull himself together. As he waited he also tried to think of something to say. There wasn’t really much he could say, he reflected. After all if it weren’t for his trademark stoicism he’d probably be in a very much similar state. Albus’ death had come as a shock to him too, and now he was without the one man whom he had trusted, and who had trusted him in return.

He was so lost in thought that it was a minute or so before he realised that Harry was watching him. He felt like snapping at him, but even he wasn’t that cold hearted. Instead he chose to return the look, something he’d been avoiding doing ever since Harry had been appointed to the Defence Against the Dark Arts position nearly a year ago.

"Keep it." He said softly when Harry offered him the wet cloth. He wanted to reach out and embrace Harry, but he wasn’t sure of the young man’s reaction. He tried to reason with himself that it was only a need for comfort that prompted this desire. But that wasn’t his only motive, he knew. To prevent this he drew up his knees and wrapped his arms around them instead, a move that was mimicked by Harry as the silence between them lengthened. It wasn’t a tense silence, not like the ones they’d shared in the Staff Common room from time to time, but a comfortable almost companionable silence that they neither knew how to break nor whether they wanted to break. It was almost as if they were afraid of the other’s reactions, or maybe it was their own reactions that they didn’t want to face, whatever the reason they sat there in silence for nearly an hour.

"This is stupid." Harry said eventually.

"What is?"

"This." Harry indicated them sitting in the dark corridor as he turned to face Severus, tucking his legs under him in the process.

"What’s stupid about it, then?" Severus met the emerald gaze of his former student for a moment before turning back to examining the wall opposite him.

"I don’t know, it just is." Harry sounded almost petulant, Severus thought. "I mean we’re both adults, well you are anyway, and well I dunno…" Harry’s voice trailed off, and whatever point he was trying make disappeared with it.

"You are correct in the assumption we are both adults, Potter, but I have no idea what that has to do with anything." Severus’ reply wasn’t as cutting as he could have made it, but he applauded himself for remembering not to use Harry’s name, he wasn’t quite ready to make that step yet. He was also surprised at the small laugh from the man next to him, so much so that he turned to wards him again.

"What?" He snapped.

"Nothing, if I didn’t know better I say that was a compliment." Severus raised an eyebrow but forbore to comment, resuming his examination of the wall.

After a moment of silence Harry reached out a shaking hand and tucked a stray lock of Severus’ hair behind his ear. Severus turned sharply and looked at him wide-eyed for a moment, shocked at the intimate touch. With surprising swiftness he managed to capture the hand before it could be retracted by it’s owner, and held it loosely in his own.

"What –" Severus began, but he was cut off by soft lips covering his own and stemming the flow of his words. Harry’s other hand reached out to cup the Potion Master’s cheek, the first breaking free and tangling in surprisingly soft hair as Severus began to return the kiss, granting entry to Harry’s questing tongue.

Hands began to mirror the exploration of their tongues and very soon both men were a breathless tangle of limbs, lips and tongues, Severus having ended up on top of Harry as they lay on the cold stones of the dungeon corridor.

When they broke apart gasping, Severus’ eyes had lost their hard coldness and Harry’s glasses were steamed up, something that both parties found rather amusing. After a few minutes just lying there, Severus got up and offered a hand to Harry. Once they were both on their feet Severus began to make his way back to his quarters.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Harry’s exclamation rang slightly in the dark corridor and Severus turned.

"I think my chambers would be a better backdrop for this, don’t you?" Severus asked somewhat amused by Harry’s clueless expression. Harry realising the wisdom of Severus’ suggestion followed him back through the winding passages to the guardian of Severus’ private chambers.

Once inside Harry kissed him again. This time Severus responded immediately, his hands moving around Harry’s waist pulling the younger wizard close. Both men could feel the arousal of the other, and it was all they could do not to just rip each other’s clothes off. Severus because he could barely believe that this was actually happening and wanted to savour it just in case it was a dream, and Harry because he didn’t want to come across like a hormonal teenager.

So they slowly stripped each other between hot demanding kisses until they were skin to skin and tingling from head to foot. Severus led the way over to the huge bed and turned down the sheets, he then rummaged in the bedside cabinet before slipping between them. Harry was not far behind, and once he was in he found himself in Severus’ embrace, the long lithe body pressed against his, and smooth dextrous hands began to map out every curve of his back, chest and arms. Harry’s hands were not idle either, mirroring Severus’ explorations after removing his glasses and placing them safely on the bedside cabinet. Neither man was in bad shape, Severus’ robes hid a pale well defined if not overly muscular physique and Harry’s years of Quidditch training had left him tanned and well muscled. Severus found Harry’s nipples first and pinched them lightly drawing moans from Harry which were swallowed by Severus’ lips. Harry replied by passing a hand over Severus’ aching erection and his moans were followed by a groan as Harry repeated the action. Severus reached out and picked up the vial of lubricant from where he had laid it against the pillows and sat back, his eyes never leaving Harry’s. The emerald orbs gave silent permission and Severus moved so that Harry could spread his legs. Severus settled between them, opening the vial he poured a little of the contents on his hand before pressing a finger to the tight ring of Harry’s opening. Harry moaned and pressed down on the finger drawing it into the tight heat. Severus slowly pushed it in further finding Harry’s prostate and rubbing it slowly. The delicious torment made Harry clutch the sheets in a death grip and he began to plead with Severus to take him.

Severus added a second finger and gently scissored them before adding a third, Harry’s protests and pleas getting less and less coherent. Once he was satisfied that Harry was stretched enough he applied the lubricant to his leaking prick and presented it to Harry’s opening. Harry whimpered as Severus teased him by rubbing the head of his cock against his entrance before slowly thrusting into him. Severus let out a growl as he buried himself up to the hilt in Harry’s velvety haven and paused to savour the tight heat of it. Harry begged him to move and he did so slowly moving in and out angling just right to catch Harry’s prostate with every thrust, sending shock waves of pleasure though his body.

Severus could feel his orgasm building and knew that he wasn’t far from the edge, so he reached between their sweaty bodies and grasped Harry’s straining erection and pumped it in time with his quickening thrusts. Just when he thought he could take no more Harry climaxed, splashing his load over them both, and gasping Severus’ name. The muscle spasms of Harry’s walls pulled Severus over the edge soon after and he collapsed breathless and exhausted on top of Harry. After a few minutes he caught his breath and slid out of Harry, rolling on to his side. Harry then conjured a wet cloth to clean them both off before cuddling up to Severus and falling asleep. Severus put his arms around Harry slightly surprised, and followed his lover into the land of dreams.

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