"Sir, can I ask you a question?"

"You most certainly can not."

"But I already did, didn't I?"

"I believe that the cauldron in your hands deserves your full attention, Mr. Potter."

Harry indeed dedicated a few more minutes to scratching away some truly unpleasant looking pieces of cinders melted to the metal. How did Neville managed to do this? Harry wasn't that great at potions himself, but at least the thing that remained in his cauldron at the end of the class could be counted for liquid.

From time to time he would look over at the large table elevated slightly from the rest of the classroom. Teacher's table. Snape's table… sort of. Harry was sitting right in front of him in the first desk. Trying to clean the bloody cauldron as his detention.

Stupid Ron and his stupid remark about Harry giggling. He wasn't giggling. He just chuckled at something Hermione said about "Incapability of Draco Malfoy's brain to process information about anything else expect for his chauvinist little ego." When Snape actually scold him for doing something wrong. Ron then said something about "Ferret face." And Harry's detention was now a sad reality.

Even though it was a good laugh it wasn't worth sitting here with the most nettlesome person Harry known. And yet there was this strange atmosphere about them sitting so close in an empty room. Especially when Harry had the most outstanding view at his professor's hands.

He didn't know what bothered him so much about this particular pair of hands. He looked at them from time to time when he thought Snape was reading and wasn't paying attention to him. There just seemed to be a ridiculous amount of little details he never noticed about Snape's hands before.

For example how long and slender where his fingers, attached to such a wild palms. He has short nails cut into perfect bows and very pointy knuckles which endorsed a really outrageous craving to just bite on them.

Harry was taken aback by sudden struck of ecstatic fascination. They were just so pure.

It wasn't anything weird. Sure professor Snape was normal human being with normal hygienic habits. It shouldn't catch Harry's attention that much. Then he looked at his own hands. His nails were jagged because he kept biting them, his fingers were still dirty from the potion class earlier. Harry wondered what kind of fingerprints his palms would leave on his professor's white hands if he touched them.

There would certainly has to be some kind of mark left behind. Harry's mark. Done solely by him. And no one would know. Only Harry and… Severus. He felt rising heat in his cheeks. It felt unnatural to call his professor by his given name even if it was only in his own thoughts. His head was in clouds so high he failed to realize that he have stopped working and was just staring boldly.

It also took him quite a long time to acknowledge that these hands weren't moving for some time now.

"One would think that by this time you would know what a cauldron is, Potter. Why won't you turn your attention back to it?"

Snape was barking as always but his voice was disturbingly low. Almost a whisper. When one of Snape's long fingers started to play with corner of the book he was reading, Harry felt provoked to the extend he actually wanted to stand up and just do something very stupid about that ridiculously tasteful hands.

"Huh?" was the only thing his brain could manage. Harry was unable to take his eyes off of the hands which were now only seconds away from being remembered as stunningly beautiful in his mind forever. Finally after a moment that felt like eternity he slowly tore his gaze and rose his eyes to meet Snape's.

Snape wasn't smiling, he wasn't angry either. Stoic as usual there was just a small glimpse of amusement in his stare. Harry somehow snapped out of his weird trance. Looking into deeps eyes of his professor he felt like drowning. He blushed furiously and looked away immediately.

Silence fell between the two. Not unpleasant, not angry… just a bit of embarrassing. Maybe A LOT. For some reason Harry had a feeling that Snape is laughing at him. He didn't know what was wrong with him. It wasn't like this was actually his fault, right? It was Snape's fault for having such offending hands. That must be it.

"Can I ask you a question, sir?" Harry tried again. This time his gaze was locked on the idiotic cauldron he began to clean again. There was a long pause, where only scratching and Harry's unexplainable nervous shivery breathing could be heard.

Yes. It simply has to be all Severus's fault. He shouldn't have these alluring hands and such deep voice. With that voice like this how is it possible for anyone not to want hear it again?

"Only one and only if it's not stupid," Snape said with husky voice.

Harry had to close his eyes for a moment. Some kind of warm jolts just rushed down his spine. Was he the only one feeling the growing tension between them? He would never believe that a single sentence could do this to him.

"Your hands sir…" Harry answered almost in whisper.

"What about them?" Was it possible for Snape to have actually playful expression on his face?

"They're," Harry gulped, "… How come you don't have a single scar?" He looked at his professor again and his heart did funny things in his chest.

"Speak up properly. What's on your mind, Potter?" There was definitely a hint of irritation.

"You've been brewing potions for most of your life, right? How come you don't have any scars or burns on your hands?" Harry asked again. Oh Merlin, it felt stupid. He was most definitely the stupidiest person alive heading at rocket speed towards another detention and maybe even points taken.

Had he breathed some enchanted vapors from Neville's cursed cauldron? There couldn't be any other possibility for his mad behavior. And yet he felt strangely at ease talking in whispers with his most feared professor.

"What a silly question," Severus sighted and it sounded almost… tender. If Harry hadn't known him better he would go as far as claiming he chuckled. But that was impossible, right? It was still Snape, right? Why he wasn't angry at Harry?

Said person quickly looked up to meet his professor's eyes. He felt as if the time have slowed down. Severus caressed his hand with the other one. It didn't seem that he would say anything more.

Here it goes again. Harry felt the urge to do something about the hands. He had to touch them, inspect them, caress them, lick them, bite them… Oh God!

He stood up swiftly causing his chair to fall to the ground. He put the cauldron on desk with upset clank, looking at these hands he made a few steps closer to them. His heart was racing and he was sure he looked like a fool. But he couldn't control himself anymore. He seemed to shiver with excitement only from imagining nibbling those knuckles. Do it in real? He might get a nosebleed.

Snape was watching him suspiciously, but haven't said anything when Harry took another step closer to him. He didn't understand why his student looked so desperate. It occurred to him as funny at first, but now Potter made expression he never saw before.

He reached for Severus's fingers, trapping them in firm yet gentle touch.

"So warm," he breathed out with surprised tone in his voice. His cheeks were red and Severus was simply SHOCKED. He didn't have the slightest idea what was going on in that brainless head of his student. Why was HARRY POTTER touching his hand?! Did someone turned two pages at once?

He was suddenly very aware of Potter's proximity. Of course he could move his hand away, start to scream, give him two years of detention and take about million points from Gryffindor. He could do all of this.

Or - or he could gasp for air in utter embarrassment when Harry very lightly and very very sweetly kissed the tip of his index finger.

Severus flinched his fingers in pointless attempt to get a hold of reality. This has to be a dream. No. Not a dream. A bloody NIGHTMARE. Why was this happening? Why was Potter doing it? It was a bet? A joke? It has to be.

He looked at the boy's face. Harry's eyes were fixated on his hand. And so was his mouth. He would never imagine that in this arrogant brat could be place for… for such tenderness. Nor he would imagine that he Severus Snape would actually skip a beat for a prat like him. This has to stop! Now!

"Potter!" Snape called Harry's name. He didn't seem to listen. He tried it two more times, but with no effect.

"Harry," Severus growled at him in low voice, starting to get angry. And what was the brat's response? He fricking MOANED! It wasn't anything like girl's moaning though. It sounded disobeyingly frustrated, lustful even. It was that type of sound that cause Severus's blood to boil, losing his control. That stupid brat wanted to moan? Then Severus better give him a proper reason to!

His other free hand found it's way to messy raven hair and pulled them painfully. Harry looked at him with cloudy eyes. Severus could tell that boy was aroused. It only made him angrier for some reason. Harry's lips met one of his knuckles and so did his teeth. He bit him! Strongly enough to leave a deep mark. Severus hissed and pulled Harry's hair again causing him to let go of his hand. He didn't waste a second and kissed him. Angrily, hungrily - definitely out of his mind. He attacked the boy's mouth with tongue, repaying for the biting.

Harry cooperated. He answered the kiss almost instantly with gasping for air and moaning quietly. Having his hair pulled like this did crazy things to him. His own hands reached for longer hair of his partner in crime.

This was beyond his wildest imagination. Kissing someone like this, being kissed like this. With such a passion he wasn't aware he possessed.

Severus bit his lower lip. Harry groaned and then pulled away slightly in desperate need for air. He kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to see the expression on his teacher's face. He didn't want to think about anything. Harry's heart was racing like crazy, shaking up his whole chest. With his eyes still closed he blindly kissed the other man again. Slowly this time but deeply.

He felt Severus's hands roaming over his body. The teacher stood up, suddenly turned Harry around and pinned him to the table. Severus wasn't satisfied with the revenge for biting his hand. He left Harry's amazingly appealing lips and started kissing his neck. When he bit and sucked skin under Harry's jaw - just where it met his ear, Harry actually cried out loud. Severus continued with pleasure to torture young wizard. He felt Harry's knees going weak.

It was now time for Harry to pull Snape's hair and kiss him again. Severus could felt exactly how much was young Gryffindor excited. It was getting far too dangerous, because Severus suffered from the same condition.

Ruffling Harry's hair he took a small step back from his younger… companion.

Harry looked at him with confusion. Both of them were panting hard, cheeks blushed and lips swollen. Severus's hand let go of Harry's hair and instead covered his own face.

"We can't," he said. It was sudden kick back to reality. Harry nodded though the older man could not see it. He started to straighten his clothes trying to awkwardly hide his arousal. Snape looked at him and smirked.

"I believe your detention is over, Mr. Potter."

Harry's hands were shaking a little when he picked up his things. Then he turned around to look straight to Severus's eyes.

"Good night, professor," cheeky smile was spread on his face, one of his hands running through his hair. He swore he never saw such an amount of emotions in Snape's eyes. Right corner of his lips gave away rather arrogant grin.

"Good night, Harry."


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