My main focus in fan fiction is usually Harry/Draco. I've decided to try my hand at a different pairing. Thanks to Tohru80 [link] I am now addicted to Harry/Snape. Read her work and you will see why. So I decided to try and write for that pairing. This is pretty short since it is my first attempt. This may or may not be continued. For now...I'm not too sure I like it.
This was written for the prompt "The Barest Touch"
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The barest touch was all it took to shatter him completely.
One painfully slow, simple movement. Harry's thumb tracing over his jawline. Ghosting over Severus's lips. How frightening it was that one simple touch could stop him from breathing. How was this possible? It was certainly not natural. His heart was beating so fast and with so much force that it caused him pain - actual pain! Could this be natural? Certainly not.
The barest touch was all it took to break him.
There was a rush of conflicting emotions. Fear, anxiety, excitement, confusion...and something else. Something he couldn't quite describe but it was definitely not natural.
Harry was suddenly very close - too close. Harry's face was only a few inches away from his own, his gaze focused on Severus's mouth. Severus froze. It was not fear that rooted him firmly in place. It was something else...something unfamiliar. He felt no impulse to run away. He had no time to think. Harry leaned forward, tilting his head slightly...
The only thing Severus knew at that moment was Harry. His lips, his mouth, his tongue...like fire. Warm, comforting fire. Harry's body had pressed into his, fitting so perfectly against him. In that moment Severus cared about nothing but the boy in his arms. The boy he tried so hard to hate. Nothing mattered but him. Kissing him felt natural, though certainly it wasn't.
The kiss had ended too soon, He didn't want this moment to end. He didn't want reality to settle in. He opened his eyes to see the boy staring at him intently. Harry looked nervous, almost frightened. Severus said nothing. He met the boys gaze, staring into those painfully familiar green eyes. A quiet moment passed.
It was time to leave, both men knew this. Class would begin soon. Real life was waiting for them. Severus fought the urge to stay and be with Harry. He turned and headed for the door. Before he could leave he felt Harry's palm grip his shoulder.
"Professor?" Harry's voice was soft, like a whisper.
Severus did not turn to look at him. He was dangerously aware of Harry's presence behind him.
"Yes Potter?" He tried to mask the nervousness in his voice but failed miserably.
"Could we..." Harry hesitated.
Severus waited for the boy to speak. He said nothing for a few moments.
"Could we...meet again?"
The air was thick with silence. Severus could do nothing to slow the quick, heavy beating of his heart. What a deceitful organ.
He felt Harry's grip release his shoulder. Harry had mistaken the silence for rejection.
"Tomorrow, same time. Don't be late Potter."
Severus did not give Harry time to respond. He left the room quickly. His heart had not stopped hammering in his chest for several hours. Surely that was not natural.