Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, and I am not JK Rowling. It had to be said.
This is my first story, I hope you guys like it
The room was dark, save for weak moonlight that passed through the windows. Heavy breathing and muffled gasps intensified the air. They were situated, sweaty bodies pressed against each other, hearts pounding. Harry ran his tongue over the silky skin of Snape's neck, felt his pulse throbbing against his thick artery and continued slowly upwards until he reached Snape's hairline.
"Nah, too greasy," said Harry, putting his robes back on.
Snape pouted.
The end, mothafuckas!