Just bloody perfect.
The black haired boy wonder was scowling as he scrubbed the dungeon floor of his least favorite teacher's classroom. Actually, if he was honest with himself he would admit that secretly if wished something else to be between the professor and pupil. Not hate and scorn. Rather something more…enjoyable. Fever inducing. Lust igniting.
"Are you done yet Potter?" This statement came as a door opened on the far end of the room. Stepping closer, his lips gave the impression they rarely did anything other than sneer or frown at others. In fact, the edges were turned slightly downwards as he spoke to the smaller figure crouched over the stone.
"Nearly, Professor Snape," came the reply. Within the words was a thinly veiled dislike he knew he must keep up. To show anything other than loathing would no doubt show the other he was weak, easily broken.
Sniffing, Severus traveled the length of the room and was disappointed to find that it was spotless. Nothing to keep Potter here longer than he had been already. A bit saddened by this, he fought to say something unfair, make Potter hate him more for a trivial thing such as claiming there a spot he had missed. He knew full well that would only make him lose ground with the boy.
"I see…" Looking down at the bent over figure, using his scrub brush to scour away the unseemliness of the stone floor, he had a rather splendid view of a small round backside. It swayed just a bit with each up and down movement of the other's hand. "Then you are free to leave when you finish."
A bead of sweat dripped from Harry's forehead to his cheek as he jerked his head upwards. "Thank you, Professor," he replied. His voice was tinged with weariness seeing as it was getting quite late. He was longing for his bed where he could fantasize in peace. Without real life intruding and reducing the dream to mere splinters.
Moving closer, he was mesmerized by the small drop of saltwater, wishing he could touch the tender flesh of the boy's cheek just like the droplet. Here he was, envying a drop of water for Merlin's sake! But common sense seemed to leave him as he inched closer, needing to be closer.
The Boy Who Lived watched his elder intensely as he closed the distance between them. What was he planning? To curse him, either with his wand or words? Yet, he did not move away. He was intrigued by the next move his professor would make.
"Potter." He said curtly to him. "I have seen you look at me."
A startled expression quickly chased by a blush covered the younger male's features. He saw?! He knew the way he had gazed at him from afar? He had reserved those looks for in the dining hall or corridors… Still he had seen. What was going to happen to him now?
"And I highly approve," he said, brown, nearly black, eyes hazing over with an emotion that the other had never seen. Lust. For him.
"P-professor?!" Harry said, his glasses slipping down his nose as his mouth hung open, gaping at the other. Had he heard those words? That his teacher approved! The look in the older man's eyes said, indeed he had and that he was going to do something about it.
"Call me Severus for tonight Harry," Snape said, voice low and husky. At this moment, they were not simply student and teacher. An electricity crackled between them, untested as of yet but soon…events would occur that could not be taken back.
Visibly shuddering as his name tumbled form those pale lips, he licked his own. His skin felt heated, like it was on fire. Only this man could do that to him. "If you insist…Severus."
Smiling, a genuine smile, the Slytherin house head took Harry's hand. Pulling him up off the cold stone, he lead the smaller male to his office.