In Absentia
Harry shivered under his Invisibility Cloak. He could not tell whether it was merely the chilling dampness of the dungeons, his anticipation, his nervousness, or his desire. His eyes were wide; his mouth dry. He tried not to worry, tried not to think about the possibility of rejection. Why should this time be different from the last time, the time before that, or the time-? Why was Harry always like this?
When he got to the door he was shaking and very glad for his cloak. Harry raised his hand to knock then unclenched his fist and merely stroked the snake carved in relief into the cold wood. He moved quickly out of the way when the door swung violently open. A hand snatched him by the collar and dragged him inside. Snape closed and warded the door, turned Harry forcefully to face it, and pressed him into the wood with his body. Since Harry could not see much of anything anyway he closed his eyes.
"So, Potter."
Snape's hot breath ghosted against his neck. Harry supressed another shiver.
"Gryffindor's Golden Boy afraid to knock? How disappointing. Don't you think I can -feel- you lingering just on the other side of my door? Admittedly, I did not expect you back again so soon, not after last time."
Harry felt Snape's voice rather than hearing it. It snaked into his ear coiling around his brain before swiftly slithering its way to more southern parts of Harry's anatomy. "Mmmm," was all Harry could manage to say.
"My, you are quiet tonight. Quiet and invisible will never do. Tell me why you allow, no, entice your ugly, greasy Dark Arts professor to punish your nearly virginal flesh with his-"
"You're not ugly."
"Perhaps I am a bat, Potter, but you are blind as one."
"You're beautiful to me."
"Mad too. Just what would your little girlfriend say?"
"You just leave Ginny out of this!"
"Finally some fire. Shall I leave her out? Perhaps you should bring her down here with you. Do you think she'd like to watch- what I -do- to you? Or maybe-"
Harry tried desperately to avoid thinking about the words. He concentrated instead on the sound, the scents, the polished wood, books, potions ingredients, wool, and fragrance of Snape. He was breathing heavily nearly as heavily as Snape who was breathing directly into his ear. Suddenly Snape stepped back and pulled him away from the door so only his hand pressed against it bracing his weight. He felt Snape lifting his Invisibility Cloak, felt practiced fingers at the front of his jeans, and felt his jeans drop around his ankles.
"I have never fucked anyone who was invisible before, not even your father."
Harry's lips tried to form some sort of reply. He ended up sucking air through his teeth when extremely cold lubricant-slicked fingers began working their way into his heat. Harry pressed back against them and moaned.
"Potter, you really are delightfully weak. If the Dark Lord only knew that all it would take to get you eating out of his hand was-"
"Shut UP!"
"MAKE me."
"Oh-God!"
"Well that's one word for me, I suppose. How Muggle, how quaint." Snape pulled nearly all the way out and thrust into him again pummelling his prostate making Harry see stars, quite literally. Then Snape pulled back and oh so slowly pressed in just nudging his cockshead against Harry's prostate. Then he just stopped.
"Now then, I think its time we had a little chat, Potter."
"Wha- what?"
"A conversation, dialogue, conference, verbal exchange, social intercourse, if you will. I know you are familiar with -that- concept."
"What? Talk? Now?"
"Why not?" Snape pressed forward ever so slightly. Harry arched his back and made perhaps the most pathetic whimper that had ever escaped his lips. That sound alone cleared Harry's brain. What the fuck?
"What the fuck!"
"Language, Potter. I can always stop. Can you say the same? Do feel free to leave. Perhaps you are tired and need your rest? Should I send you back to the towers for your delicate health?"
"No!"
"Then do -try- to behave yourself."
Harry let out a breath he had been holding. He felt completely insane. He tried pushing backwards.
"None of that. How rude! We are talking, Mr. Potter. Has no one else ever attempted to teach you manners?"
"Please!"
"Better. Please what, Harry?"
Harry?
"Oh God, I'm-" Harry shuddered and came. Snape's thrusts came fast and furious after. Every single one pounded his prostate as if Snape thought that there could never be too much pleasure in Harry's universe. Snape came laughing, probably at him, Harry realized. Snape pushed Harry away from him immediately, tucked himself into his trousers and smoothed his clothes looking for all the world as if nothing had just happened between them.
"Are you still here, Mr. Potter?"
"No sir. Goodnight."
When the door closed behind his imaginary lover Snape uttered a cleaning spell, warded it again, poured himself a cup of tea, and sat staring into the flames.
You're beautiful to me.
This time it was Snape's turn to shudder. None of this matters, he reminded himself. Dumbledore's suicidal plans would take care of any- softness- the boy might feel toward him. He took a sip and willed himself with all his might not to feel so- not to feel anything at all.