The Meeting
The Slytherin common room was empty when fifteen-year-old Severus Snape entered it. He had waited until everyone was at dinner, hiding in the back of the library from his usual group of friends. In the boys' dormitory, he quickly stripped off his dusty school robes, shaking dirt from Herbology onto the floor. He was the only one showering, so he turned the hot water on full blast and quickly became enveloped in steam. He closed his eyes and tilted back his head, letting the water run through his hair. He rubbed soap over himself furiously.
As he dried himself, he observed his body in the mirror. He was pleased with his slim, athletic physique from years of playing Quidditch. He may not have the muscular build of the other boys on the team, but he was quick and light on his feet, qualities that made him an excellent Seeker. He grimaced. Or would have made him an excellent Seeker were it not for that damn Potter boy. James always caught the Snitch before Severus even saw it. He seethed with rage after being beat in front of the whole school again and again. If it weren't for James, he'd easily be the best Seeker in the school. If it weren't for James.
He debated which robe to put on. Nothing too fancy, he thought, but classy and tasteful. If there was only one thing Severus took pride in, it could very well, he thought, he his excellent taste in clothes. Of course, he conceded, having the money helped too. He sighed. But money couldn't buy everything, and some things were more important.
He finally decided to wear an elegant but semi-formal black with gold trim. He put extra grease in his hair - if he didn't it would start to frizz and stick up everywhere like an afro. Sometimes his friends cruelly stole his hair potions and he was forced to wear a hat out of shame, which his classmates tried to gleefully pull from his head. He slicked back his hair with a small comb while starring intently in the mirror. Should he put his hair conservatively behind his ears or be daring and let it fall forward? He left it down and loose as he laced up his boots. On second thought, he pushed his shoulder length hair back behind his ears when he passed the mirror one last time on his way out.
He walked quickly down the darkening empty corridors, humming to himself as he slowly made his way up to the fifth floor. He paused outside the Charms classroom, nervously slicking his hair back. He took a deep breath before quietly opening the door.
A figure sat on a desk facing the window, its' back to the door. Severus walked smoothly over to the window and sat down two desks down. He looked out the window. From up here he could see almost the whole of Hogwarts: the lake glimmering in the sunset, the multi-colored leaves of the dark forest, and, of course, the sun that was setting directly before them.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" a voice said to his left. Severus felt a tingling move up his spine just listening to the high, resonating voice next to him.
Suddenly unbearably hot, Severus jumped off the desk and unlatched the window, allowing the cold autumn breeze to sweep into the room. He sat down one desk close to the figure on his left.
"Golds, purples.and who would have known if they didn't bother to see it?" the voice continued.
The figure stood and sat down besides Severus. He could see the other's features clearly in the dimming light. He tried to keep his gaze on the setting sun, but a cool hand on his thigh distracted him. He shivered and drew closer.
They looked at each other for a long moment, and then Severus found himself leaning forward as if being pulled, and then their lips were locked together as if they had been like that all their lives.
Severus gasped and pulled back. He walked to the other side of the room and quickly paced back and forth. He was in a nervous jitter - he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. It felt like there was a monster inside him that was screaming for release.
The figure followed him to the side of the classroom by the door. Leaning against the wall with folded arms, the voice continued, "It's what you wanted, isn't it?"
Severus stopped, rooted to the spot. His heart had leapt at the other's kiss. He had thought it had done so in surprise. He now realized he had expected that kiss - no, yearned for it. Why had he agreed to come to the Charms classroom in the first place - to talk?
He stiffened, remembering his Gryffindor friend's propensity for antics. "This isn't some kind of joke, is it?" he asked gruffly, hoping so much that it wasn't.
The figure let out a soft laugh as it stepped closer to Severus. A thin hand rose and gently caressed Severus's cheek. Severus trembled, but lifted his own hands and drew the figure into an embrace. They stood like that a long time, listening to each other's deep breathing and feeling the comforting warmth of each other's body. It had become so dark that neither could see.
Severus tilted his head and gently kissed the soft flesh of the other's neck. Severus moaned as the other's hands and kisses were suddenly everywhere at once. His ragged breathing became faster as he leaned into each kiss, savoring each long and slow like a chocolate melting on the end of his tongue.
They both froze when they heard voices and laughter pass right outside the classroom door. They listened to the footsteps fade away.
"It's not safe here," the voice whispered into Severus's ear. "But I know a safe place we can have to ourselves for as long as we want."
Severus's pulse quickened. Dare he dream? Could this really be happening to him? For the first time in his life he was truly happy, giddily drunk with love for the warm embrace of another. Especially this particular other.
The voice whispered into his ear where to go and how to get there. "Can you remember?" it asked. Severus nodded; he would never forget, not in a trillion years. Severus giggled when the other kissed his ear. The dark figure tried to slip out of his arms.
"I don't want to let go - I don't want to loose you," Severus whispered.
"You'll never loose my heart. Never," promised the other.
As Severus watched the shadow reach towards the door, he called out, "I love you.Sirius."
Sirius peered back through the darkness at his Slytherin friend and answered, "I love you too, Severus." And then he was gone.
The Slytherin common room was empty when fifteen-year-old Severus Snape entered it. He had waited until everyone was at dinner, hiding in the back of the library from his usual group of friends. In the boys' dormitory, he quickly stripped off his dusty school robes, shaking dirt from Herbology onto the floor. He was the only one showering, so he turned the hot water on full blast and quickly became enveloped in steam. He closed his eyes and tilted back his head, letting the water run through his hair. He rubbed soap over himself furiously.
As he dried himself, he observed his body in the mirror. He was pleased with his slim, athletic physique from years of playing Quidditch. He may not have the muscular build of the other boys on the team, but he was quick and light on his feet, qualities that made him an excellent Seeker. He grimaced. Or would have made him an excellent Seeker were it not for that damn Potter boy. James always caught the Snitch before Severus even saw it. He seethed with rage after being beat in front of the whole school again and again. If it weren't for James, he'd easily be the best Seeker in the school. If it weren't for James.
He debated which robe to put on. Nothing too fancy, he thought, but classy and tasteful. If there was only one thing Severus took pride in, it could very well, he thought, he his excellent taste in clothes. Of course, he conceded, having the money helped too. He sighed. But money couldn't buy everything, and some things were more important.
He finally decided to wear an elegant but semi-formal black with gold trim. He put extra grease in his hair - if he didn't it would start to frizz and stick up everywhere like an afro. Sometimes his friends cruelly stole his hair potions and he was forced to wear a hat out of shame, which his classmates tried to gleefully pull from his head. He slicked back his hair with a small comb while starring intently in the mirror. Should he put his hair conservatively behind his ears or be daring and let it fall forward? He left it down and loose as he laced up his boots. On second thought, he pushed his shoulder length hair back behind his ears when he passed the mirror one last time on his way out.
He walked quickly down the darkening empty corridors, humming to himself as he slowly made his way up to the fifth floor. He paused outside the Charms classroom, nervously slicking his hair back. He took a deep breath before quietly opening the door.
A figure sat on a desk facing the window, its' back to the door. Severus walked smoothly over to the window and sat down two desks down. He looked out the window. From up here he could see almost the whole of Hogwarts: the lake glimmering in the sunset, the multi-colored leaves of the dark forest, and, of course, the sun that was setting directly before them.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" a voice said to his left. Severus felt a tingling move up his spine just listening to the high, resonating voice next to him.
Suddenly unbearably hot, Severus jumped off the desk and unlatched the window, allowing the cold autumn breeze to sweep into the room. He sat down one desk close to the figure on his left.
"Golds, purples.and who would have known if they didn't bother to see it?" the voice continued.
The figure stood and sat down besides Severus. He could see the other's features clearly in the dimming light. He tried to keep his gaze on the setting sun, but a cool hand on his thigh distracted him. He shivered and drew closer.
They looked at each other for a long moment, and then Severus found himself leaning forward as if being pulled, and then their lips were locked together as if they had been like that all their lives.
Severus gasped and pulled back. He walked to the other side of the room and quickly paced back and forth. He was in a nervous jitter - he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. It felt like there was a monster inside him that was screaming for release.
The figure followed him to the side of the classroom by the door. Leaning against the wall with folded arms, the voice continued, "It's what you wanted, isn't it?"
Severus stopped, rooted to the spot. His heart had leapt at the other's kiss. He had thought it had done so in surprise. He now realized he had expected that kiss - no, yearned for it. Why had he agreed to come to the Charms classroom in the first place - to talk?
He stiffened, remembering his Gryffindor friend's propensity for antics. "This isn't some kind of joke, is it?" he asked gruffly, hoping so much that it wasn't.
The figure let out a soft laugh as it stepped closer to Severus. A thin hand rose and gently caressed Severus's cheek. Severus trembled, but lifted his own hands and drew the figure into an embrace. They stood like that a long time, listening to each other's deep breathing and feeling the comforting warmth of each other's body. It had become so dark that neither could see.
Severus tilted his head and gently kissed the soft flesh of the other's neck. Severus moaned as the other's hands and kisses were suddenly everywhere at once. His ragged breathing became faster as he leaned into each kiss, savoring each long and slow like a chocolate melting on the end of his tongue.
They both froze when they heard voices and laughter pass right outside the classroom door. They listened to the footsteps fade away.
"It's not safe here," the voice whispered into Severus's ear. "But I know a safe place we can have to ourselves for as long as we want."
Severus's pulse quickened. Dare he dream? Could this really be happening to him? For the first time in his life he was truly happy, giddily drunk with love for the warm embrace of another. Especially this particular other.
The voice whispered into his ear where to go and how to get there. "Can you remember?" it asked. Severus nodded; he would never forget, not in a trillion years. Severus giggled when the other kissed his ear. The dark figure tried to slip out of his arms.
"I don't want to let go - I don't want to loose you," Severus whispered.
"You'll never loose my heart. Never," promised the other.
As Severus watched the shadow reach towards the door, he called out, "I love you.Sirius."
Sirius peered back through the darkness at his Slytherin friend and answered, "I love you too, Severus." And then he was gone.