Harry wondered the halls of Hogwarts listfully. He eyes trained on the flagstones as he moved slowly, unware of where he was heading. Only knowing that he couldn't stand to go back to the common room, back to his bed. Back to the nightmares.
Since the downfall of Voldemort Harry had kind of lost himself. He recognized that he was experiencing depression, possibly even PTSD, but what was he supposed to do about it? Most of the wizarding world was ecstatic. Celebrating with unconstrained exuberance. The small portion of wizards that were not celebrating were grieving, grieving the lost of their one loved ones. Because Harry had not been able to save them all. People had died, Good people!
Harry was suffering but he couldn't find it in himself to sadden those who were celebrating or add to the burden of those who were already grieving. So slowly, unendingly, he lost himself.
Eventually Harry found himself at the top of the astrology tower, balanced precariously on the roof. Stretching his arms out to the side Harry closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the strong wind caressing his form, pushing him one way and then another. Of course Harry had thought about jumping before, but never seriously. He didn't want to die, more he didn't want others to grieve for him if he did. He knew they would feel guilt, wonder why they hadn't noticed. No, Harry did not want that at all. He just wanted to feel safe, to feel something!
Severus snarled as he strode purposefully through the halls, on his nightly patrol of the old castle. Despite what most would believe to be a great stroke of luck, what with Voldemort being defeated, him surviving the deadly encounter, and on top of it being cleared from all charges and even celebrated as a hero! Severus Snape had found himself only becoming more and more irritable. He had even taken points from his own house during sixth year potions! And it all had to do with the god damn Boy-Who-Wouldn't- Fucking-Leave-Him-In-Peace.
To Severus it was only too clear, perhaps it was because they both shared just a shred of similarity in the roles they had, had to inhabit during the war. No one else seemed to notice. Potter showed up to classes, he showed up to meals, he smiled when appropriate but Severus could see that Potter was hanging on only by a thread. And none of his so called friends, followers, or fans seemed to notice.
Undoubtedly Potter was trying to hide what was happening, because the fucking gryffindor had a hero complex the size of a large blimp. And Severus, the greasy potions master, the bat of the dungeons, the undoubtedly most hated professor, and unofficial enemy of Harry Potter throughout his entire school carrier found himself, inexplicably worrying himself senseless over the state of The-Boy-Who-Couldn't-Just-Be-Happy.
Still snarling Severus stalked his way up to the astronomy tower. His new found obsession with the Potter boy had quickly allowed himself to ascertain where the boy liked to go on the nights he was feeling particularly upset. Snape refused to allow himself to think about why exactly he was going to see the boy. All he was going to do was drag him back by the scruff of his neck, take an insurmountable sum of points, and give him detention for a year.
Thinking lovingly of the horrors he could force on the boy during the detentions he slammed open the door to the roof, his mouth curled in its characteristic sneer, "Potter!" He barked. Snape felt time freeze in the perpetual slow motion of a dangerous situation as Potter, standing at the very edge of the roof, whirled in surprise, reaching for his wand in a knee jerk reaction even as his heels begin to slide from the stability of the room.
Severus did not waste precious seconds reaching for his wand but instead lunged forward with reflexes honed from years of being in servitude to the cruelest man in history. Snape's hand sunk into the folds to Harry's robes, jerking sharply on the boy, twisting as he hauled the boy towards him. Snape hissed as they hit the ground, muscles straining as he landed on top of the boy, trying not to crush him.
Harry's eyes were blown wide as he froze beneath Professor Snape. His heart pounded against his rib cage, not from the near fall, not from his possible death, that was just run of the mill, a typical day in the life of Harry James Potter. Hardly worth a blink, no his heart was pounding because Snape's hair was slowly dragging across his face as his breath sawed harshly in and out of his mouth, because Harry could feel the heat coming from his body, because Snape was positively looming over him, trapping Harry beneath him.
"P..p...pro.. professor?" Harry stuttered a small shiver of awareness slipping down his spine as Snape's breath became more even, lighter. It may had been his imagination, Harry couldn't be sure as most of his blood did not seem to be reaching his head at the moment but for jus a second Harry thought he felt Snape rest his forehead against Harry's shoulder as if reassuring himself that Harry was there, was real.
"What the hell were you doing, you, you...you god damn imbecile!" Snape snarled reeling back so he could look at Harry. Snape noticed for just a moment the flushed look on Harry's face, the blown out pupils, before his anger got the better of him. Unable to restrain himself he wrapped his hand around Harry's throat staring harshly into his eyes. "Has it really gotten so bad" Snape slowly enunciated, punctuating each world clearly, and aggressively, "that you were actually thinking of jumping?" With each word Snape's hand tightened minutely on Harry's throat until he had to open his mouth to suck hair into his constricted throat.
Eye's wide, unable to process anything other then Snape's dark and husky voice, Harry shook his head as a violently as he could with his professors hand around his throat. "no, no, no," Harry repeated his voice sounding deeper and huskier as arousal spiked sharply threw him, shooting specifically from his throat. "Wasn't going to jump," Unable to help himself any longer Harry closed his eyes in order to feel better, an easily perceptible shudder making its way down his body. Flushing, Harry hoped to god that Snape couldn't feel the evidence if his arousal. But Snape didn't need to feel it when he was clearly beginning to see it.
Snape froze as Harry's eyes closed, he felt the shudder through his thighs which he tightened in response causing Harry's mouth to open slightly, tilting his head back, pushing his throat even firmer into Snape's hand. Severus froze as he observed the body beneath him. It was obvious that Harry was incredibly turned on...by him...by him and the position they were in. Severus licked suddenly dry lips as he took a closer look at the boy. Harry had grown incredibly in the last few years, hell even over the last six months since the battle. His hair was just as tousled as ever, midnight black, and flashing in the starlight, but it had grown down past his ears, caressing his neck. He was a lovely golden color from spending so much time under the sun and his body was still lithe and toned, the body of a seeker.
Severus felt himself start to react to their predicament, the enjoyment of the control he was exerting over The-Boy-Who-Lived-Twice. Over the years Severus had, had to control himself very carefully, control his desires, now faced with a apparently very turned on, very submissive Harry Potter, Severus felt the need to dominate him keenly, low in his gut.
"Potter," Snape growled, drawing out the name, caressing it. Harry's breath sucked in as he realized that Snape had very much figured out exactly how turned on he was becoming. "I'm sorry professor." Harry stuttered out, humiliation making his face burn red.
"Shut up Potter," Snape drawled leaning down towards Harry, enjoying the sight of Harry's eyes focusing in on his lips. Snape allowed his breath to fan across Harry's parted lips for just a moment before moving past them, a sharp unexpected nip to his ear lobe had Harry crying out, his spine arching, bringing himself in closer to Snape.
"After dinner Potter," Severus drawled against his ear, licking up the shell, "every night." Harry's breath was sawing out of his lungs, his entire focus on his professor. "Every night?" Harry repeatedly stupidly. Snape's dark chuckle had Harry shuddering harshly. "Detention" Snape clarified before swiftly rising, sweeping off the roof before Harry had time to process.