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Hours

Severus opened the door to his quarters with a sneer. Who would dare bother him at his own front door?

Potter stood at the door holding a black shiny box in his hands. His green eyes shook nervously as he shifted from foot to foot, aparently waiting for something.

"What do you want, potter?" Severus growled, crossing his arms in front of him.

"I... I..." Potter started stammering, shaking from head to toe. After several moments of struggling, he closed his eyes and swallowed audibly, thrusting the box out in front of him.

Severus looked at the box and felt his heart jump. He took the box from the boy's hands and opened it, revealing the chocolates hidden within.

"Mr. Potter?" Severus asked, in an intentionally silky tone, "Might I ask what occassion would warrant gifting your most hated teacher? Or should I assume them poisoned?"

Potter looked up quickly, hurt. Severus didn't smirk at his pain, as he typically would have. Levitating the box, he picked out one of the chocolates and broke it in half with his fingers.

He smirked as he saw Potter's angst disappear behind the mask of confusion. Snape put one half of the chocolate to the impertinent brat's lips and one to his.

Potter's eyelids fell heavily as he took the chocolate, as well as the potion master's fingers, into his mouth. The boy was blushing like a virgin on her wedding day, working his tongue around the tips of the fingers.

Snape waited until the boy's eyes opened to look at him before putting the chocolate in his mouth. He pulled potter close and pressed his mouth invitingly to his.

Potter made a noise that sounded halfway between a moan and a gasp, before brushing his tongue against the potions master's lips.

Severus opened his lips and let the boy in. The tongue tried to work the same way it had over his fingers.

When Severus pulled away, Potter was left speechless and panting.

"You're still my student, mr. Potter." Severus said, holding out the usual bite from his voice.

Potter tried to protest, his eyes dampening with tears as he proclaimed his legal age. Severus silenced him with one finger to his lips.

"If, when you're 27, you still want me," Severus whispered, leaning in, "It would be about 87,000 turns of a time turner."

Potter blinked, staring.

"You can spell it like a stirring rod." Severus said impatiently, leaning against the side of his door.

"And you won't turn me away?" Potter whispered, as though he couldn't believe what he were hearing.

"If you come back to such an awfully awkward period of time, just to be with me..." Severus said, smirking, "I couldn't possibly turn you away."

Potter grinned and made a rather happy sounding noise in his throat as he strode off, his school robes flapping rhythmically behind him.

Severus watched him turn the corner before going back into his rooms. He looked at the man sitting on the couch and shook his head in disbelief.

"After ten years, you came back for me..." He said, shocked at the twinkle in those green eyes.

"I ran back to my room to write down the number of turns." Potter said, grinning, "I practiced the spell for eighty-seven thousand spins on anything I could find."

Snape picked up one of the chocolates from the box that continued to levitate beside him. He broke it in half with his fingers and strode to his lover. Before he pushed the chocolate into the younger man's mouth, he felt it slipped from his fingertips.

The shorter, thicker fingers pushed the chocolate into his mouth. As he worked his tongue over Harry's fingers, he pushed the other half into Harry's happily accepting mouth.

Eighty-Seven thousand hours.