The potions class was packing up after a long day of mixing and stirring. Draco placed his mortar back into his bag, as his brilliant blue eyes glanced upwards they locked with the alluring beady black eyes of Severus Snape. Draco drew in a deep breath and took a step towards his desk. By now the last students were filtering out of the dungeon classroom. With each step Draco's feet took Severus' pulse quickened.
"Yes Draco?" Snape's voice went up slightly as he cleared a tender tickle from his throat.
"Um, I was wondering, sir," there was a slight curve to his mouth at this point, "If you wouldn't mind going over the mixture for…um the potion we did in class today."
Snape coughed again. "Why yes Draco, right this way to my office. Were you not paying attention in class?" indeed he had not. His eyes were too fixed upon the supple moving lips of Severus that he would moisten with his perfectly pink tongue every couple minutes. The stepped over the threshold of the Professor's office and you could smell the shift in atmosphere. As the door slammed behind Draco Severus shipped around and held onto Draco's arms as he allowed him to pin him against the wall. And then there was the kiss. Passionate and fierce their lips united, as though they were breathing the passion of each other's souls. When they finally parted Severus grinned, his hand was now on Draco's belt as the other moved ever slowly caressing his chest towards the other.