For the first time, they were fighting, and for a ludicrous reason: Snape was complaining because Harry had slept on his favourite pillow, and he had had to use the other one.

"You're such a crybaby, Severus."

Snape got cross immediately, and rolled over on the bed, turning his back to Harry.

Harry touched his shoulders. "Severus?"

Snape didn't answer, and recoiled further.

Harry embraced him from behind, and leaned his head on Snape's arm, silently. Unwittingly, the images started to flash through his mind, as in a movie. James and Sirius mocking the boy who was crying, his head concealed by his arms on a desk. The dark-haired and sallow-faced boy sobbing. Sirius pulling his hair, forcing him to lift his head and show his reddened and wet face. James cackling. "Look at Snivellus. How pathetic!"

"Severus," said Harry, in a broken voice.

Snape turned around abruptly. "You entered my mind! Who gave you permission? You really are a Potter!"

"No! I didn't mean to... I only wanted to understand you, to reach you... You're so distant! Then the images started to appear..."

Harry brushed the hair from Snape's face.

"I'm not like them, Severus. I love you. And I love that boy that you were. I love Snivellus too."

Snape's face contorted in a pained grimace, and he grasped Harry tightly to himself. "Harry... make love to me. I want to feel you inside me."

~*~*~

II

He starts to stroke my body, with his hands, lips and tongue, exploring every surface, massaging down to the sinews of my muscles. He touches my nipples, at first lightly, then squeezing, licking, biting them passionately. I can't control myself anymore, I moan and arch my body against his.

His eyes shine like green beacons in the night. Without saying a word, he gets up, his young body lithe and flexible, his cock half-erect. He opens the bedside table drawer and produces the lube. He opens the cap with slow movements. Impatient, I see him spreading the lube over his cock. That vision is too much for me. I swallow hard. It's not the first time I've let him top, but it is a delicate moment: he has just touched a very intimate part of me, and I am opening myself completely to him.

He lifts up my legs and spreads the lube over my entrance, probing me with his fingers, making small circles. Then he scoots across the bed to lie almost at right angles to me. And finally there he is, a delicious pressure at my arse, growing harder and firmer as I deliberately relax, willingly opening myself to him until he slides home in one smooth, deep, slow stroke, burying himself to the root. No pain, no stretching, just sliding majestically in, filling my body and soul, moaning his satisfaction at the easy entry. His balls, heavy and soft against my arse, feel so marvellous.

He starts to move, always slowly, in long thrusts - just the way he knows that I like. He reaches out and caresses my face. I hold his hand with mine, and squeeze it, lacing our fingers together. He looks at me with glazed eyes. When I start to move, his other hand closes possessively around my cock and he begins to pump with a sure, firm rhythm. He changes the angle a little and... oh.

Hearing me moaning, he smiles, panting. My cock starts to throb.

"Harry... Say again what you said to me earlier. Call me Snivellus. I want to exorcise this name forever."

And Harry, in a sob, almost climaxing, says, "Snivellus, I love you."

Then I can't see, hear, smell or feel anything else, except the pure bliss.