Severus stopped in the middle of the staircase, sat down on the steps and pulled Harry to his lap. A wave of desire pulsed through Harry's body. Severus leant forward and took his lips in a searing kiss. Severus was such a good kisser! His lips were warm and soft, in spite of smelling of Firewhisky. Harry was melting in his arms; he had always dreamed about being kissed by Severus. However, it wouldn't be wise to shag a drunken Severus in the staircase... He struggled hard against his impulses and dragged Severus downstairs.

They zigzagged their way up the corridor. Here and there, Severus would stop and retrace his steps.

"C'mere, Severus."

"Harry, you won't leave me again, will you?"

"No, Severus, I won't."

"Because... Look, where are you taking me?"

"To your bedroom."

"Are you going to stay with me?"

Harry sighed. "Yes, I've already told you I will."

"You're so... exquisite..." Severus pressed Harry's body against the wall. "I never thought I could want another wizard like this. I want... every piece of you."

Harry embraced him again. "Then let's go to bed, Severus."

As if Severus was a child, Harry held his hand, and Severus let himself be led through the corridor. Finally, they arrived at Severus's office. Harry shut the door carefully, while Severus tried to hug him.

"Let's go to your bedroom," said Harry, holding Severus by his shoulder.

As all the dungeons' doors had been trained to recognise Harry, he easily opened the door to Severus's bedroom and pulled Severus inside. Severus, by his turn, pulled Harry to the bed, and both fell onto it.

Severus was clearly aroused, but he was also becoming a sickly green.

"Severus... are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm going to..." Severus stood up and staggered to the bathroom. Harry held him and led him along. Severus arrived just in time to throw up into the loo.

Harry helped him to wash his face in the sink and took him back to bed.

"Damn, everything is spinning," Severus growled.

"Stay put. I'm going to fetch your anti-hangover potion."

Luckily, Harry remembered where Severus used to keep the miraculous potion. He poured a glass of water, added the necessary drops of potion and returned to Severus's bedroom. He found Severus still very pale and trembling. "Drink it, Severus."

Severus sat up on the bed and buried his face in his hands. "Harry, please make the world stop spinning."

Harry smiled. "Unfortunately I'm not as powerful as you think."

"Yes, you are. I've never seen a wizard as powerful as you. Neither Albus nor the Dark Lord were so powerful."

Harry handed Severus the glass again. "So trust me: drink this and you'll feel better."

Severus emptied the glass, then slid beneath the sheets. Harry thought it better to let him sleep with his robes on. He took his own dress robes off - it might be very uncomfortable to sleep with them on. Then he removed his glasses, put them on the bedside table and, in underwear, he slipped beneath the sheets beside Severus.

After all, he had promised to spend the night with Severus.

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His consciousness returned slowly, very slowly. A strong and sour taste of Firewhisky was in his mouth and on his breath; his throat was dry. Then he started. There was someone in his bed. He could feel the presence, he didn't have to see. More than that: there was a leg brushing against his.

He turned around.

Oh, no. What the hell was Harry Potter... ?

Remembrance hit him like a shower of ice water. Severus stood up abruptly and went to the bathroom. He turned the tap on to fill the bath, determined to drown himself.

How would he be able to face his colleagues after that? But... what exactly had he done? He vaguely remembered having burst into the party and fallen down on Harry. Oh, the humiliation.

But what had he done after that? He had thrown up; Harry had given him a potion. The images weren't clear, though. Had they... no. He wouldn't still be wearing his robes if they had, would he?

He took off his robes and sank into the bath planning never to get out.

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"Severus! Are you all right?"

Severus wasn't going to answer, even if the Dark Lord had risen from the dead and Apparated there.

"Severus, please, answer me!"

The brat could shout as much as he liked. It wasn't going to make any difference.

"If you don't answer, I'm going to break in."

Damn you, Harry Potter. "What is it, Potter?"

And this time it was Severus who waited in vain for an answer. Losing his patience, Severus climbed out of the bath, dried off and slipped on his green bathrobe. "What is it, Potter, can't a wizard have a bath in peace in his chambers any more?"

Harry was there, in front of him, in his briefs, and instead of confronting Severus, he seemed to shrink. The most powerful wizard in the world seemed to crumble in front of Severus.

"D-don't do that. Please."

"Don't do what?" Severus couldn't believe Harry could really be afraid of him.

"Don't send me away again."

So fragile, so vulnerable. How could Severus not be moved? He reached out for Harry and pulled him against his chest. "Harry..."

"You've sent me away twice, and I've survived, but I can't take another one. Don't ever send me away again, please?"

Ah, it felt so good, Harry's body against his, Harry's scent... "I waited for you when the war ended. You never came. You left for Europe," Severus complained.

"I thought you didn't want me."

"I couldn't have you. I was terrified. And you were my student." Severus grabbed his shoulders fiercely. "Don't you understand?"

"I thought it was only an excuse, because you didn't want me."

Severus lowered his face and buried his nose in the curve of Harry's neck, spreading kisses and licks over the smooth area. Harry turned his head to give him full access. "Ah, you have no idea... All this time... You have no idea... You don't know what you do to me."

"And me? How do you think I felt when you booted me out because you thought I was with Remus?"

"You were with him."

"But not the way you thought."

"What else could I have thought? He was in your bed!"

"Er, Severus, can we do something better than fight?"

Severus wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders, the other around his back and, lifting him in his arms, laid him on the bed carefully. Harry reached out and pulled the rope belt of Severus's bathrobe, opening it. Severus lay on top of Harry, still in his bathrobe.

Severus touched Harry's face with his fingertips. Harry separated his lips. Severus closed his eyes and, lowering his face, brushed Harry's lips with his. Harry lifted his head, perhaps searching for Severus's lips, but Severus was now savouring the delicate skin under Harry's ear.

Severus took his time. He could hear Harry's heart beating fast, and continued brushing his lips on Harry's face in feather-like caresses. When Harry pulled Severus's face towards his, Severus knew he was only waiting for this invitation.

Severus sealed his lips to Harry's. They were so smooth. Severus tasted them, tracing them slowly with his tongue, then pulled back.

Letting out an impatient whimper, Harry opened his eyes. "Are you ever going to kiss me?"

"I thought that was what I was doing. Impatience won't get you anywhere."

"You tease!" Harry sighed. "Hmm, your hair is wet, and this scent on your skin..."

"It's a blend of ylang ylang, cinnamon, vetiver and ambrette musk."

"It's delicious," Harry whispered, holding him by his neck and pulling his face down to capture his lips.

Harry's delightful tongue was exploring his mouth, and Severus entwined his own tongue with it. Harry moaned beneath him. Severus moved to lie half on top of Harry, to be able to touch him all over. His hands travelled down the younger wizard's arms and found the slender hips. Severus's fingers dug into his flesh and squeezed its firm sinews and muscles.

"Oh, Severus... Make love to me."

"I thought that was what I was doing," Severus repeated, unable to hold the smirk.

Harry was trying to tear off Severus's bathrobe. Severus helped him, getting rid of the last piece of cloth that covered his body. Harry was still in his briefs, and that would have to be remedied... soon. Severus didn't want to rush the process. Plunging his hand into the unruly hair, Severus captured Harry's lips again. This time the kiss was not subtle and teasing as before. Now Severus tongue explored and invaded, ravishing that delightful mouth. Harry moaned and writhed, pulling Severus towards his body, rubbing his cock against Severus's thighs. The enthusiasm of Harry's response sent shudders through him. Severus spread wet kisses all over his neck and chest, while his hands circled Harry's nipples. Then he lowered his lips to take a rosy nipple into his mouth. Harry sank his nails into Severus's back and groaned. Severus lifted his head to gaze at him. Harry was also gazing at him, his eyes clouded with desire. Without taking his eyes off Harry, Severus swirled his tongue over the pebbled nipple, and Harry's expression filled Severus with an emotion beyond description.

He wants me. This young man, the most powerful wizard in the world, the son of James Potter, wants me. And that is not as astonishing as the fact that I want him too. I want him more than life itself.

Slowly, Severus's hand touched Harry's inner thigh. Harry squirmed, searching for more contact. Severus smiled.

"Severus, please."

"Do you want me to touch you? Here?" Severus asked, cupping Harry's cock through his briefs.

Harry bit his lower lip. "Oh..."

Severus knelt beside him and lowered his briefs, exposing Harry's beautiful hard cock. Then he moved his face towards the silky, rosy flesh. "Are you going to let me taste you, Harry?"

Harry arched his hips towards Severus desperately, but said, "Uh, I want our first time to be with you inside me."

Severus lay down again, snuggling closer to Harry. "You are proving to be a very authoritarian lover."

"Did you have... many lovers?"

Severus slanted at Harry. "Not as many as I could have," he replied, brushing Harry's hair of his face delicately. He stared at Harry intently, in expectancy. "The Dark Lord demanded exclusiveness."

Harry rose up his head and chest, propping up on his elbow. "What?!"

Severus smiled inside. If Harry knew the truth... "That was a joke. It seems I have succeeded in slowing you down."

Harry sighed and lay down again. "Slow me down? You petrified me. Don't ever do that again."

"Are you going to keep bossing me around, giving orders all the time?"

"Look, it's just that I've always imagined it would be like that, our first time: you inside me. I had a... I had a boyfriend in Bulgaria. But I never let him top, because I couldn't stand the idea of being taken by anyone besides you."

"You had a boyfriend... You were thinking of me while you were... with him?" Severus hooked a leg over Harry's, making their cocks rub against each other.

"Don't be cruel. I couldn't help it. I used to think of you every day and every night."

Severus closed his eyes and buried his nose in the young wizard's hair, drinking in his sweet scent, nibbling his earlobe. "If that's how you want it, that's how it will be, my Lord," Severus whispered in his ear.

When Severus raised his head, Harry was smiling. Severus kissed him again before kneeling on the bed to open the bedside drawer and produce the phial of lubricant. After pouring a good portion of lube on his fingers, Severus stroked the little curve that led down into Harry's cleft, searching for his entrance. He started to draw circles around the sensitive area with his fingertip while playing with Harry's balls.

Feeling Harry relax, Severus pressed the tip of his middle finger inside. Harry held his breath for a moment, and then let it go. Harry's muscles tightened around Severus's finger when he started to slide it in and out. So hot, so tight... Severus inserted a second finger and rubbed his face on Harry's cock.

"Oh God," Harry moaned. "If you don't stop that, I'm going to come before you take me."

Severus pulled his face away and continued to move his fingers inside Harry, scissoring them, and then flexing them slightly. His own cock was aching hard. He wouldn't be able to last much longer.

Severus removed his fingers from Harry's warmth, coated his cock in lube, spread Harry's legs apart and put them on his shoulders. "Is this how you want it? Face-to-face?"

Harry nodded. Severus was very happy to oblige him. He took position between Harry's cheeks and slid inside with a smooth thrust. He felt Harry tense, and tried to slow down. He knew that the magical lube was very efficient and hoped there would be no pain for Harry, only an initial discomfort. It was an amazing sensation, to be completely enveloped by Harry's warmth, by Harry's firm muscles. Severus searched Harry's face with his eyes, and saw nothing other than trust reflected there. When Harry thrust towards him, Severus let a hoarse groan escape and thrust hard towards Harry. Suddenly, Severus was fully within Harry, his balls rubbing against Harry's arse. Oh God, that was heaven. Severus began to set a rhythm, and saw Harry's body flushed and covered in sweat. Once again, he marvelled at Harry's beauty.

Severus abandoned himself to the wild rhythm of their bodies. Harry jerked up towards him, panting, and Severus didn't know if the moans he was hearing were coming from Harry or himself. When he saw Harry arching up his whole body and shaking convulsively, his semen spurting high, an intense joy filled him, and he could surrender to the waves of pleasure that engulfed him completely.

A few minutes later, Severus finally returned to earth. He lifted his head from Harry's chest and lay beside him, wrapping a possessive arm around his waist.

"It was better than my wildest dreams," Harry whispered.

"You have never given me the credit I deserved," Severus complained. Harry replied by pinching his arse, and Severus slapped him with a pillow. "It was my first time with a man."

"What?" Harry paled, looking as if he was going to faint.

"It's true."

"How come? You mean... you weren't... you're not..."

Severus smirked, and Harry clenched his fists. Severus put a finger on Harry's lips. "I had slept only with women before. I don't know if that makes me a bisexual, or if now I've changed my orientation. Such labels are rather stupid and useless."

Harry grimaced. "Women?"

"Don't tell me you are a misogynist!"

"Of course I'm not, but... which women?"

"I can assure you that your mother wasn't one of them. No need to be concerned about that."

Severus saw Harry relaxing and letting out his breath. "Who, then?"

"You have no right to ask me this."

"It's not fair. I told you about Anton."

"Well... the only one that you knew was... Narcissa."

"Ugh, that..."

Severus slapped him with a pillow again. "She is an extraordinary woman."

"Did she betray Lucius with you?"

"Oh, Lucius had a different lover every night. He didn't pay attention to what was happening in his house. Narcissa was my informant too. In exchange, I protected Draco."

"Do you still see her?"

Severus felt a lump in his throat at seeing Harry insecure and with trembling hands. "Of course not, foolish boy. She went to France in the middle of the war, don't you remember? She had to take Draco away from Lucius, or Draco would have been forced to become a Death Eater. He wouldn't be alive today if it weren't for her."

"Er, Draco is not your... Is he?"

"Don't be absurd! Doesn't he look just like Lucius?"

"Oh, it's just that, after that revelation, I don't know what to expect from you. Do you still love her?"

"I am monogamous, Harry. If I am with you, it is you and only you," said Severus, searching for Harry's eyes.

The smile returned to Harry's face. "Now I understand better why you... why you took so long to..."

"Oh, let's have breakfast, shall we? Don't forget that I didn't eat anything last night. I'm starving."