Snape sat on his rolled up sleeping bag and fumed at himself. Two days in the close company of one Harry Potter, and all his former opinions had been turned upside down. Suddenly the mop of dark hair didn´t annoy him any more, but intrigue and call to him; he wanted to twirl his fingers in the black mess and pull the brat in and... `Stop it,´ he thought. `You are a grown man and always lauded yourself for your self-restraint. Let him go out and have his fun. Better than hooking up with your own pathetic self and making you think he means it. You do not need getting hurt. Again.´
He took out a book from his satchel, one, that he had been very much looking forward to read, as it was a new tome about modern potion making concerning newly discovered ingredients from all over the world. It took Severus Snape about ten minutes to realise that he held it upside down.
Angrily, he threw it on Harry´s sleeping place and massaged the bridge of his nose in the hope of collecting a bit of his calm.
He stood up and got out of the close confinement of the tent, and took a brisk walk around the camp site, checking on students while trying to regain his equilibrium. He gave some of them, who were sitting peacefully around the fire, a dressing-down - just because he could.
Some part of Snape was nagging to put on some adaequate clothes and follow Harry to the club. Maybe he would find someone to work off his frustration with. After all, Munich was home to many gay people, and some of them had to be good-looking.
He would show the brat. He´d pull as well; and spectacularly so! Then who would be the one to look stupid?! He purposefully strode back to the tent, rummaged through his bag and found what he was looking for: Black, tight trousers that he knew clung to him nicely, as he had purchased them sometime ago with a former love interest. He donned a Slytherin green shirt, threw on his leather jacket. He thought about conjuring a mirror to check his appearance, but caught himself thinking he didn´t want to give Harry the satisfaction of `having cheated´ during this magic-free trip.
He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair, and intimidated the students one last time, telling them he would have ways to know whether they behaved or not and shooed them into their tents, after he made sure the dying embers of the fire had gone out completely.
Impatiently, he walked to the underground station, realising he didn´t know where exactly Harry had gone to, and that he himself hadn´t been to Munich´s gay scene for a long time.
But he did know that everything queer-related was located around the station of `Sendlinger Tor´, which was only five stops from his vantage point, so he went there. When above ground, he saw the same girl they had been asking for the way to the English Garden the day before, the one, that Potter found to ressemble Snape. She stood near the old city gate, greeting a very gay looking young blond guy. They hugged for a long time before starting off in the direction of the high street that connected Sendlinger Tor with Karlsplatz. He intercepted them shortly before they turned right and asked them in English, where one could go out on a Friday night in the gay scene.
Both of them agreed, that today, there was only one decent possibility, and that they themselves were heading there, to a club called N.Y.C.. He asked if he might join them. The girl introduced herself as Katharina, and the shy but gorgeous young guy told Snape to call him Michael. Together, they trodded to the club. Michael, looking extremly young, had to show his ID. At that, Snape couldn´t help but smile to himself. He couldn´t recall the last time that he had been thought not to be of age.
It turned out, that Michael was already well in his twenties, so there was no problem.
"Are you new in Munich?" asked Katharina, while shedding her coat and giving it to the guy responsible for the dressing room, whom she apparently knew, as they greeted each other in the typical German way – one kiss on the left, one on the right cheek.
"I´m here with a hoard of students."
"A teacher! Mikey here is studying to be one, too. You teaching primary or grammar school?"
"I teach at a boarding school in Scotland, relating to your grammar school system, I´d think."
"The club has already begun to fill, so let´s go in!" the girl said and took the lead. She seemed to be quite comfortable here, probably a regular, Snape thought.
He enjoyed the admiring views some of the patrons gave him. After fetching drinks - he paid for the three of them, both of them probably still studying and not earning a whole lot - and they went to the dance floor. Snape immediately spotted Harry, who was dancing with a guy ressembling Draco Malfoy. Snape bristled. He stuck close to his two new acquaintances and started to move to the music. Although he was not a brilliant dancer, he knew how to sway his slim hips just so, so it could be counted as dancing, without making a fool of himself.
He actually enjoyed himself a bit, not having been to a club in longer than he cared to admit. He reveled in the attention he got from the men around him and even gave them a flirtatious look every now and then. Dancing with Katherina – or Kat, as she insisted ("It´s shorter") - was nice, as she was an excellent dancer. And even though he wasn´t attracted to her sexually, he flirted a bit with her, just to get some practice again. Michael was very popular in the club and already snogged a man of – Snape assumed – Turkish ancestry. They looked fairly attractive together and Snape couldn´t help but admire them. Now he couldn´t stave off his feelings any longer and admitted to himself, that he would like to do something other than brewing potions and grading papers once in a while. Probably with Potter. There, he´d thought it, and the world had not imploded.
Just to get a bit more in the mood, he pulled the girl closer to himself to maybe make his colleague a tiny bit jealous. He´d gone off to the club without him, after all.
He regarded her green eyes and dark curls, that hung loose around a striking face with prominent features (she did have a nose ressembling his, he noticed).
"If I weren´t otherwise inclined," Snape started, "yeah, yeah, I´ve heard that so often I stopped counting. But thank you anyways", Kat smiled and gave him a peck on his pale cheek.
"There´s a guy over there staring at you ever since we started dancing", Kat shouted in his ear, grinning. She put her hands on his hips and subtly turned him around in the process, so he could have a look. And there stood his colleague, his blonde dance partner forgotten, gaping at Snape and the girl, then schooling his features and giving a short nod. He said something to blondie-boy and then came up to Snape.
"Hi," he said, a bit out of his depth.
"You needn´t have abandoned your love interest for my sake", Snape curtly replied.
"No need to be like that, I was only dancing."
"You need not explain yourself to me either."
"I wasn´t. I was just... Look, what is it that got your knickers in a twist? Are your trousers too tight?"
Snape fumed. "I shouldn´t have come. This was a superbly stupid idea."
But when he tried to escape the dance floor, he was inhibited by people standing in his way and Harry had the chance to catch his sleeve.
"Don´t go. I don´t know why you are angry, but I´m sorry. Whatever I have done that got you in that state, I´m sorry. Only... don´t go, okay?"
Snape looked contrite. "I didn´t mean to be that way."
"Do you ever?" Harry looked chagrined.
"Who´re you with, by the way? I didn´t want to... Well... I guess I did want to intrude. You two look awfully chummy."
"This is Katherina – Kat – and the one dancing over there is Michael. They picked me up underway, because I didn´t know where to go."
"Nice of them. Hello, I´m Harry." The German girl responded with a polite "Nice to meet you!"
"Wait, didn´t I explain the way to the English Garden to you yesterday?" she exclaimed.
"Yes, that was me..." Harry grinned, but eying her warily. He pulled Snape to the side a bit, leaning into him and asked "If you want to... You know... I can leave."
"We were only dancing, Potter. She is a woman, in case you hadn´t noticed."
"As you keep reminding me, I don´t know much about you. And it was possible you swung both ways..." Harry trailed off.
Instead of a reply, Snape looked at Kat who gave him an understanding nod and turned, already looking for another dance partner. Then he closed the distance and started grinding his hips in the rhythm of the beat against Harry´s. Harry immediately took action and laid his hands on Snape´s shoulders to get closer. He leaned in and said into Snape´s ear "I don´t know if this is a good idea..." Snape pulled back a little and arched an eyebrow. "I mean... we´re colleagues," Harry continued, looking inquiringly into Snape´s face. "Of that I am aware," Snape retorted levelly.
"It is too loud in here, let´s discuss this outside," Snape suggested and took Harry´s hand to pull him through the surging crowd, upstairs the steps and out of the club.
"Harry. I am not twenty any more. If you need a quick shag, better get back to that Malfoy-lookalike and get it out of your system."
"That´s not it, Severus. It´s just, I´m totally taken by surprise to find myself nursing a crush on you all of a sudden..."
"I guess, we always used to evoke strong feelings in one another, if only in a negative way so far," Snape said.
"I haven´t thought of it that way..." Harry mused. "I don´t want that guy down there, I just wanted to meet new people, and to be honest I thought, that I could maybe think clearer without you around and would find myself cooling down again. But all I can think about is your hands and how you gave me that massage, and how you smell and how terribly gorgeous you look in those Muggle clothes, which is just unfair, because no one should look like that, especially not my old potions master", Harry fretted and tucked away his hands into his jeans pockets lest he start molesting the man in front of him here and now.
"You could do so much better, Harry... I am tainted. Being a Death Eater and a spy, fighting a war..."
"Stop it this instant, Severus. I know what you were and what you did. The question is – would you want to hook up with someone as disgustingly cheery as myself?" Harry grinned and pulled one hand out of his pockets to take one long-fingered, pale hand from the brooding man standing before him. "You know, you might get annoyed with me even before we have sex for the first time."
"Possibly," Snape said, but not without the hint of a smile that rendered the distinguished features even more attractive. The loose hair fell around his face like a curtain, when he looked down at Harry (who was even after a growth spurt at the end of his puberty still smaller than Snape), and Harry couldn´t resist but touch it.
They looked into each others´ eyes and stilled. Harry wished with all his might that Snape would close the distance so he could feel if the thin but sensually curved lips were as soft as they looked, and he desperately wanted to taste them. He wanted to be the one the dark Ex-Death Eater desired. He had never seen Snape desiring anybody, and he fantasised about eliciting responses that Severus usually held captive inside his hard shell, constructed decades ago against hatred and hurt.
"Will you kiss me?" Harry whispered, and his heart dropped at the expression on Snape´s face. But only a fraction of a second later, the confusion that showed there morphed into resolution. Snape bent down a few inches so as to be level with Harry´s face and deeply looked into the orbs that ironically were the colour of the killing curse. Almost feeling hypnotised by Harry´s longing gaze, he drew closer and closer.
Harry could already smell Snape´s breath that was grazing his face, and it made him feel lightheaded. He hadn´t drunk alcohol, but felt so dizzy from yearning that he had to stop himself from swaying on his feet. Snape´s eyes appeared even darker than usually, and held a quality that Harry had never seen in them before. What if they were good for one another? What if they were exactly what both of them had been waiting for? He was bound to find out, even if he was to be hurt in the process.