Title: Slytherin Nights Seduction of the Potion's Master
Author: enchanted nightingale
Beta Reader: pussycatadamah
Timeline: Harry's 6th year, no Voldemort
Summary: In the annual Slytherin Party, the Saviour has a plan to seduce his professor and lots of help from his friends. But what does Severus Snape have to say about it?
Pairs: Harry/Severus
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I merely use them in my plot for fun.
This story is separate from Slytherin Nights since it is Harry/Severus.
Chapter Two:
Slytherin Common Room:
Severus Snape forgot that his godson was supposed to be back soon with their drinks or that he was to watch over the most cunning and dangerous hormonal teenagers in the Wizarding World. Instead he was conversing slowly with the attractive man before him. He had yet to take off his mask but that did not bother Severus one bit. The man was intriguing, witty and could match his sarcasm, a fit on its own. He barely noticed that he was touching the other man's body at every movement either of them made. Or that he was unconsciously taking in the man's scent.
Harry was enjoying the sneer free conversation with the subject of his obsession. From up close he could smell his unique scent, something eerily reminiscent of nighttime by the lake. When Draco had worn the same perfume ('Night snake', by Derwin Melvin Gaunt), it was not that suitable, but on Severus it was fitting like a glove.
'Now if I could get him to only wear the perfume…' Harry mused.
"You have a strange expression on your face," Severus told him.
Harry smiled at him. "I was thinking…"
"Pray tell, what is troubling you?"
"Would you dance with me?" Harry purred.
"I don't dance," Severus stated.
"Why not?" Harry asked him.
"Can you honestly imagine me dancing?" the potions professor drawled.
"It is a pleasant thought," the masked youth admitted.
Severus glared. "Not for me."
"Obviously. But you must have danced at least once…"
The other sighed. "I have, yes…"
"What kind of dance?"
"Must you always interrupt me?"
"It is my ambition," came the cheeky reply.
"It's not important. But it is not proper of me to start dancing now."
The teen chuckled. "You have reputation issues," he realized.
Severus gave him a half hearted glare.
"I am not laughing at you," the other clarified and this way calmed the older man.
"You could have fooled me," Severus told him.
"I'm just running out of excuses and topics to be near you."
Snape's eyes narrowed. "Explain."
"I saw you and I liked you. I like potions but you are far more interesting."
That earned a small smile from the older man. "You sure know how to use your mouth," he muttered.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You won't know until you truly try."
"Was that an invitation?"
"If you want it to be," the teen replied honestly. "Unless you are with someone…With my luck you will be."
Severus stepped closer to him, their bodies almost touching.
"Really?"
Harry gulped. That voice had dropped to a sensual drawl and the warmth of Severus' body was making him want to drool.
"You are not making me list all the reasons why I find you so hot," Severus heard the younger man say.
"I have the drinks," Draco announced as he came back, levitating the glasses of liquor.
"Drink them," Severus told him as he pulled the youth closer.
"Huh?" the blond was at a loss.
"He really shouldn't," Harry told Snape. "His girlfriend might kill him."
"Go to bed Draco," Severus told his godson.
The Malfoy heir saw them take the drinks and leave.
Slowly a smile formed on his face.
"Darcoooooo!"
Said Slytherin winced when Pansy's voice reached his ears even over the loud upbeat music.
"Oh, shit!"
Snape's rooms:
The dark eyed man enjoyed the sweet lips that attacked him the moment he was in the safety of his rooms.
His soon to be lover was aggressive and small (only in body-shape if the hardness rubbing against his hip was an indication), fitting him perfectly. While he did not usually sleep with wizards he had just met, he was only too willing to get into bed with this one so he never paused to consider anything as he shed his partner's clothes, not his identity, not his age and he certainly never thought to ask him if he was a student or not.
He just followed the youthful body to his bed, where his partner crawled on his knees.
"Oh, Salazar!" Severus gasped.
"What is it with snakes and Slytherin," he heard the jibe from below.
"Don't talk."
"So, do I know how to use my mouth?" the teen asked as he took him inside his mouth and sucked.
"Yes!"
Harry smirked around the soft and hard flesh as he continued, and began, torturing his once hated professor.
End of chapter
Next: the morning after
