"We need to have sex right now."

He heard a familiar voice say from behind him.

'What!!'

"What?!!" He shouted, as he turned round to face his least yet most favorite student.

"What did you just say to me?" He snarled in question

The younger man looked down at his shoes as he answered.

"I know you heard me, Professor."

"No, I don't think I did, because, if I heard you right, you just told me that you want to have sex with me.

"No sir, you heard me say that we need to have sex right now." Harry said to him defiantly.

"For some reason, I think that the idea of your graduation has rotted what little excuse for a brain you have in that space between your ears, Potter, so I will excuse you just this once and tell you to get the hell out of my dungeon." He sneered, making his voice as insulting as possible, in a bid to get the young man to leave.

"No! You will not excuse me and I will not excuse you. I am actually very serious." Harry said as he walked up to his older Professor. Snape looked at him for a moment and in confusion, answered,

"Yes, I can see that you are. May I enquire what has brought you to this?"

"Do you have to?" He saw Harry blush as he asked.

"Either you tell me or you go straight to the Headmaster and explain to him why you have decided to proposition one of your lecturers just before you leave." He said to the younger man, making his voice as hard as possible to impart the seriousness of his offer.

"Okay, can we sit?" Oh, this was different; he never thought in all his days that there would come a time that he would have something like this happen to him. Here he was, about to share confidences with the boy/man whose life he'd made as close to hell as possible in his seven years at the school.

Directing him to one of the chairs in his rooms, he took the couch muttering loud enough for the younger man to hear, "This had better be good, Potter."

They were in his private rooms in the Dungeon and he could count in one hand the different number of visitors that had visited him there, his major coup, until this outlandish situation was that there was no student in that list. He liked that record the way it was, Only, Harry fucking Potter couldn't leave it alone. He had to break the rules; change things, after all, he was the boy who lived.

They sat quietly for a moment and Snape just wanted his space to himself once again so he snapped.

"Well, get on with it."

"I know that tomorrow is the day before graduation, but it's also the day that I face Voldermot. He has done it that way, probably so that should I lose, the graduating students will be too demoralized to put up a big fight. Since he has a few agents in the ministry anyway, it will take some time before we are organized enough to put up a big fight."

"Potter, you have come up with some good tales in your time but this really does take the prize. You-know-who has been dead for a year, remember, or has the fame of being the one who killed him finally rotted your brain. Twenty points from Gryffindor for attempting your attempt at subterfuge; now leave my rooms, you have contaminated it enough."

"I know what I did last year, Professor, and I knew that he was just bidding his time and would be back. Remember that it was my blood that he used in the fourth year. This time, he will be stronger than ever, if he wins." At this the younger man rose and came up to the seated lecturer. Kneeling before him, he rested his hands on Snape's knees and continued

"The ritual he is using this time, will need the innocent blood of an innocent, and I will not go to him as an innocent this time."

Snape looked down at him and remarked, " So you have decided to give up your virginity. I'm happy for you, really." He said sarcastically, then continued in that vein, "Now why don't you run to one of your Gryffindor friends and let them bravely relieve you of this virginity that you think is a burden."

"The last time he got hold of my blood, it wasn't by choice, in fact, not a lot in my life has been my choice, but in this, I choose. And I have made my choice, you." So saying, He reached up and pressed his lips against the ones of his older professor.

At first, Snape refrained from doing anything, so as not to encourage the younger man, but this didn't deter Harry, he just raised himself from his knees and pressed his full body on the one beneath him, not releasing his assault on the lips he was devouring. Even Snape couldn't keep up his indifference in the face of the younger man's innocent seduction. He opened his lips and allowed the alien tongue in, feeling for the first time, the life of the boy who lived. He tasted sweet, just as Snape had imagined he would be, in the less than lucid times that he thought about this.

The lips weren't the only thing innocent about the younger man, the rough caresses on his body, under his robe spoke of a need in the younger man that he didn't quite know how to express, and in the face of such innocence, he took control of the lovemaking.

Lifting Harry so that he sat across his laps with his knees widespread and their pelvic joints aligned, he pressed his lips into the younger man's teasing him with his tongue. The little needy sounds that the younger man made whenever his tongue retreated went straight through his blood and pooled right at his hardening cock; so he took hold of the two globes of the younger man's ass and pressed Harry's cock hard against his. Harry arched into the caress, throwing his neck backwards, and giving him free access to his neck. Raising one hand to the younger man's back, he leaned forward and pressed small licks, kisses and bites on the young delectable neck displayed before him.

"Oh! Please." The younger man moaned.

"Please, Please what? Mr. Potter?" He asked against the neck he was kissing.

"Please, take me." Harry said quite clearly, and everything stopped at this. They looked at each other in slight surprise.

"Are you sure?" He asked the younger man looking into his beautiful and wide green eyes.

"Yes, Oh Yes." Harry answered him softly, leaning in to press a kiss on his forehead.

He then stood and let the younger man straighten and stand on his own two feet with their bodies very close together. Harry though, was looking at his feet, blushing like mad. Snape used two fingers to raise his chin until they were looking into each other's eyes, and said, "Then come with me." He moved away from the younger man and put out his hands, extending an invitation. Harry looked at those hands for a moment as though realizing that things would never be the same if he took up the invitation, then he put his hands in the older man's and Snape led him to the bedroom.

When they got there, Snape stood in front of him and unbuttoned his robe, letting it fall to the other man's feet. Harry had just worn a flimsy white tee and black pair of slacks under his robe so they were easy to get rid of. When he stood in front of Snape only in his white pair of briefs, Snape took off his own robes to show that he wore black shirt and a black slacks. As he reached up to unbutton his shirt, he met another pair of hands there,

"Let me." Harry told him softly as he unbuttoned the older man and removed the shirt to reveal a body that would never have been expected of the Potions Master. Snape stood silently and allowed the younger man his explorations, even though the innocent touches were driving him half out of his mind.

When Harry unbuttoned the slacks and let the trousers pool at Snape's feet, he was wearing soft, black boxer shorts. As he moved to free his legs from the trousers, he heard an infinitesimal gasp and looked up to see Harry smile and blush.

"You approve." He said, making it both a statement and a question and Harry shyly looked up at him and nodded. Before he could do anything though, Harry moved closer to him and leaned in to kiss him. After a brief kiss, the younger man leaned into his ears and whispered,

"You look really good in black, it suits you." Not allowing him to respond, Harry went straight back to his lips and picked up from where he left off with the kiss.

They continued with the kisses and caresses and the moved towards the bed. When they lay down, they did so with Snape lying three quarters on top of Harry so as not to squash him with his weight but they didn't cease with their touches.

Not long afterwards, they both felt the restriction of the boxers and briefs they were wearing and got rid of them letting their bodies' touch, and rub, enhancing the sensation they were feeling.

As Harry leaned into the caresses of his Potion's Master, Snape released his lips and started a thorough investigation of the young palate laid before him. He kissed and caressed whatever body part he could reach, drinking in the satisfying sounds that Harry made. When he reached the nipples, he placed a small bite there and heard Harry moan out 'Yes' from above him.

This was almost too much for him, so he moved his hands down and skimmed over the hard penis that was pressing into his stomach.

"Please, Please." Harry begged him. Releasing the nipple, he teased his young lover,

"Please what?"

"Please touch me."

"I am touching you." He said still skimming over the head of the penis.

"Please, touch me harder. Make me feel you." Harry begged him, finishing with a gasp at the bite that Snape placed on his nipple.

"You want to feel me. Do you know what you are asking?" Snape asked him for the last time as he also was barely hanging on a thread. Harry raised his hand from where they were holding onto the bedspread and using one hand to caress Snape's hair, he used the other to raise Snape's head from his body and looked straight at Snape.

"Yes, I know what I am asking. I'm asking for you. I chose you. I want to feel you, please." Snape was surprised to hear the voice break on the plea and also to see tears pool at the young man's eyes. He couldn't hold back anymore and leaned up to place a slight kiss on his lips.

"Shh! I know. No more teasing." Harry pressed into the kiss and Snape reached out his hands to the bedside cabinet and took a little of the massage oil that was always on the table. (Convenient for his muscles.)

Kissing Harry again, he bit slightly at the corner of his bottom lips even as he put one finger into the other man's crevice. This was his first time and he would make it as painless as possible.

"Ohh!!" He heard from Harry, with the inflection changing from one of pain from the lips to one of surprise at the intrusion. He didn't stop his kiss and caress as he stretched his young lover to accommodate him, Harry moaned and arched into all his caresses, twisting his body as though it was an instrument that only Snape could play.

When Snape felt that the young body was wide enough to accommodate him, he raised himself and placed a pillow under Harry's hips. Holding the legs wide apart, he felt his mouth water at the sight of the hole that would soon be accommodating him. Shaking slightly at the thought, he looked into Harry's eyes and asked.

"You want me?" Harry's eyes widened at that and he answered breathily

"Ohh Yes." And with their eyes on each other, he steadily pressed into the body that was beneath him. He could feel the incredible heat engulf him and couldn't ever remember feeling this way in all his years.

Harry moaned an 'Ohhh'. When he was fully inside him and that was the last audible sound that could be heard from either of them for a while. Snape positioned his cock to rub at the pleasure knob in Harry's body while pulling at Harry's cock in tandem with his motion into the body. It wasn't long before Harry arched into his hand and came with a silent scream clenching his ass to pull Snape's own orgasm from him.

Both tired, they lay in each other's arms neither knowing what to say.

Snape summoned a soft towel after mumbling a spell and cleaned them both, then lay on his side facing the young man in his arms. What could he say to him, nothing in Harry's reactions to his touches had been contrived or faked which meant that he wasn't here just for the sake of loosing his innocence before facing Voldermot. So why was he the one to receive this irreplaceable gift from the man in his arms?

"Besides your Gryffindor mates, there must have been others that you could have approached, why did you chose me?" He asked him quietly, careful to allow his voice express only innocent enquiry.

Harry turned to look at him, and with his green eyes shining, answered,

"I needed someone older, who knew what he was doing and would see it for what it was?"

"What?"

"A gift and not a conquest."

"Then why give it to me. I am not the only older man that you know." He had a sneaky suspicion why the younger man chose him and wanted to see if he will admit it.

"I don't think that in all your years of looking out for me, you expected my body in payment. And I don't believe that you expected my body to be used in compensation for my father's sins. Good gifts are the ones that we least expect, and that's why I gave it to you."

Harry stood up and silently dressed himself. Snape had nowhere to go so he lay on his bed watching the younger man's movements. With conflicting emotions, he said

"Don't go." Harry looked at him for a moment as though understanding the request for what it was. Both for what Snape said and what he didn't say.

"I have to." He sat at the edge of the bed and continued softly looking straight into Snape's eyes. He made his voice and eyes hard, corresponding the severity of his decision.

"I am the boy who lived, my parents gave their life for a reason, and it is that reason that has helped me live this long. You of all people should believe in destiny, and I believe that this is mine. Voldermot chose me for this fight and fight him, I will. Till he has paid, and taken responsibility for all he has done. I can honestly say that there hasn't been a lot in my life that has been my choice, but I am very pleased and glad about the one choice that I could make, that I did make, Thank you."

"You're welcome, and it was my pleasure." Even as he said the words, he couldn't help but marvel at the man before him, he didn't deserve the trust and the gift that had been bestowed on him, especially after the way he had always treated Harry. Some of what he was feeling must have shown in his eyes because Harry's own began to tear up and with tears running down his eyes, Harry leaned down to place a soft healing kiss on the lips of the man watching him closely. He then said,

"We do not always deserve the gifts that we are given, and those are the best gifts to receive. Please accept this in the vein that it was offered, not because you feel that you deserve it, but because I feel that you do and I wanted you to have it. It ends tomorrow, one way or another; and I might not be here to see the outcome. Good Luck Severus Nathaniel Snape."

Snape started in surprise at hearing his full name from Harry and couldn't respond for a while. That was also partly due to the wry smile that crossed Harry's face at his surprise.

"One hundred points to Gryffindor." He said as a last resort, smiling a little even though he had no reason to do so. "Good luck to you too, Harry James Potter." He wished that he could stop the younger man, but like Harry said, you couldn't always buck against destiny. When it chose you, you followed directions, and where it sent you, you went.

Harry stood up and straightened his robes. Snape looked up at him and could later swear that there was no time that he had seen the boy who lived, look more focused, handsome and powerful than at that moment. It almost made him feel sorry for Voldermot, but there was only so far that pity could take you. He saw Harry look at him as though trying to memorize his features, before leaning down once more to place fleeting kisses on his eyes. He took those as a signal to close them and he could almost feel as Harry leaned up again and took his leave. He didn't think he could handle watching Harry leave, especially as he heard a small voice float back to him, just before the door closed,

"I love you, Severus Nathaniel Snape. Goodbye." He suspected as much, and with his eyes filling behind their lids, he answered the now empty room. "I love you too, Harry James Potter."

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That was the last time that the Potions Master saw 'The-Boy-Who-Lived.' The next day, around mid afternoon, he felt his scar burn briefly before it faded slowly. It took it the better part of 30 minutes till it was no more and at that moment, he knew that Harry had succeeded in his task; a task he did not chose but was derided for by many, him included. How he wished he could tell Harry what was in his heart but Harry was missing. Even Dumbledore didn't know his whereabouts, or if he did, he wasn't telling anyone.

Graduation came and went, with Harry graduating in absencia. His last battle against Voldermot was done in silence and secret, as he suspected Harry wanted it, and so the legend of the boy who lived slowly went into dust. His mates went on to do different things with their lives and Snape got even more Stone faced, Strict, Scornful and Unhappy. No one could determine the reason for this and he couldn't tell anyone about it so he kept it all to himself.

It was now five years to the day he had been made that incredible offer and received a wonderful gift and he missed Harry now more than ever, but Harry lived on, forever in his heart.

Snape trudged tiredly into his rooms at the end of a long day teaching students that had little or no brains, in his opinion. As he was changing his robes, preparing to take a long soak in the bath and reminisce about a love long lost, he heard from behind him,

"We need to have sex right now."

This, from a voice he thought would forever remain in his memories. Joy!!!. That was the first feeling that coursed through him as he turned to see the man at his door. He hadn't changed very much in five years; he wasn't so much the boy-man any more, before him stood a man who was once a boy. His face was solemn but his eyes were watchful, yet twinkling. What an entrance.

"What?!!" 'Please is there a five year old echo in here?' He thought for a moment.

"You heard me Professor Snape. I have another gift for you, but how about this time, we don't say goodbye." He rushed on to the finish, not letting Snape interrupt when he opened his mouth to do so.

"A gift?" Snape questioned, with no inflection in his voice.

Harry looked abashed as he answered, "It wasn't a long fight, but it has been a longer battle and journey to come back. But I have come back, to you, if you can accept me." He finished this and looked down at his shoes blushing shyly.

Snape walked up to him and using two fingers, raised his head so that their eyes were meeting intently. He then asked the single question whose answer would determine the course of their relationship.

"No more goodbyes?"

Harry leaned into his space and wrapped his arms around the older man.

"No, Severus, I love you. No more goodbyes."

Severus wrapped his arms around the smaller body leaning on him even as he made his own declaration,

"Welcome Back, Harry, I love you too."

For that perfect moment, they leaned on each other, each man relishing the feel of the man in his arms. Now they both knew what Love and Home was.

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