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A/N so this chapter is officially dedicated to Situations by Escape the Fate. Don't know the pairing for it yet but I'll see where this typing takes me. I've had just a smidge (hands about a foot apart) to drink. So I'm going to write this and then I'm waiting 24 hour and then will edit it. Unless I forget that last part. Please don't hate me if I do. I'm afraid of what I might find written the next day. Oh well let's see where this goes.
Allons-y!
Character talking to themselves, because if there's an inner voice (which everyone has) they would be nuts… Nuts? I like nuts, but not peanuts. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They stuck me in a room, a rubber room, with rats, rubber rats. That drove me nuts.
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 3: Snape's POV
He just stood there. His white knuckle grip on the desk tightened; the wood relinquishing its call to a firm surface to the sharp digits digging into it. He breathed in deeply- 'in through your nose, out through your mouth' replayed like a mantra as he tried not to grind his teeth to dust.
What the bloody hell was that. Well obviously that was 18 years coming to bite you in the arse. He shook his head.
'In through the nose.' That couldn't be the only factor. 'Out through the mouth.' He replayed the day, anything to give light to the sticky situation he found himself in. well isn't that the truth. His hand slammed into the desk top. 'In through the nose.' His anger was boiling just underneath the skin, the magic burning just inside the confines his body made. His mind snapped to breakfast: Harry received the box; he also reluctantly admitted that he had admired the young man throughout the day. But even that would not warrant the day dream he had just had. 'Out through the mouth.' This was a student for merlin's sake.
Letting out a sigh he waved his hand to clean the mess and righted his chair as he slumped into it. His eyes drifted across the classroom. He noticed the ingrates had left in quite haste; leaving papers and that candy strewn across the room. His eyes landed on the pile on his own desk. Damn his weakness. He called the rest of the beans to add to his pile and reached across the desk, picking up a pale blue one. Well isn't that what got us in this state in the first place. His hand froze midair; the bean barely touching his open lips. Potter had been too pleased to share the candy, didn't even complain that he had taken more than necessary… And that glint in Harry's eyes. His hand slumped to the desk; the magic beneath his skin growling in anger. It was the bloody beans. Dropping the bean back into the pile he hurried from the room, smirking with some satisfaction when the door slammed into the wall upon opening and scared some first years that stood outside, his robe billowing behind him as he stormed to the headmaster's office.
Harry's POV
Harry walked down the staircase from the headmaster's office, giving a slight shiver. Yes Dumbledore had given him permission in a sense to use the school for guinea pigs but he hated the one rule to this- Dumbledore had to try the product. Another shiver passed down his spine. He was just glad that he hadn't tried it right there in the office… in front of him. He closed his eyes and willed his mind to stop this inane path of thought, but he was brought to another line of thought: An image of Snape with a flush spreading down his neck, his pupils' dilating; he admitted he wouldn't be averse to seeing the image again and he smirked at the memory. A girlish scream from the other side of the statue made him open his eyes; staring at the back of the griffin curiously he watched as it jumped aside and what was revealed made him freeze.
The tall man in front of also stopped; the only sign of his surprise was the dilatation of his dark pupils. They stared at each other for a moment, in this span several things flashed through the potions masters face. Harry took this minute to actually look at the man. In this light his hair didn't look greasy at all and framed his face, he wished it was shorter, because it would give the man a younger, sexier look. Uncertainty looked at him from Ebony pools, but he watched as the man in front of him settled for anger. Rage. Fury. He felt himself shrink back from the pure daggers of hatred coming from the man. Snape reached forward and grabbed him by the front of his robes; pushing him into the wall behind him. This allowed the Griffin to close behind them cutting off most of the light. His escape gone, Harry looked into the mans' eyes and gulped; I am so dead. You think?
Not daring to move, he just held his breath and let the feeling of the warm breath hitting on his face distract him from focusing too much on his professor. He didn't dare say anything, didn't dare move in fear and being avada'd in the next couple seconds. But his body betrayed him- the feel of the older man pressed against him, his lips only inches away, and the fiery passion in his eyes (whether it meant death or not); he couldn't prevent the word that slipped past all mental barriers: Beautiful. His whole body betrayed him as he tried to will his growing erection away. But you're not the only one. Bloody hell he needed to talk to Hermione when he got out of this. If you get out of this but you already mentioned you have no problem being here: Between a rock and a hard place. Both men froze for a second time; it seemed they were realizing what they were doing and their similar reactions to the close proximity. Snape dropped him to the ground and backed away until he was pressed against the other wall; staring at him as if he might attack at any minute, though the fury was still present in the dark eyes.
The man straitened his robes, glaring at his direction. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. It clicked shut and opened again but still no sound. This seemed to infuriate Snape even more. He scowled darkly and started pacing. Spinning on his heels he pointed his finger.
"What the bloody hell have you done to me you insufferable, brainless twit?"
Harry just stared as the man stalked closer to him. "What, it wasn't enough for the precious boy-who-lived to see what his father did me but he himself is now deciding to take a leaf from his father's book. 'Let's humiliate the greasy dungeon bat'" The taller man was now inches in front of him, standing as straight as he could; towering over him. "You are no better than your arrogant father. "
Harry stood there and looked into those dangerous eyes, choosing his words carefully. "Sir, I have no idea what you are talking about."
Wrong he thought as Snape grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall. The face in front of him clouding with rage as a wand dug into the skin of his neck. The feeling of danger, the blood rushing through his body, which was in over sensitive mode, He could feel the restrained magic below his teacher's skin threatening to boil over, could feel where skin made contact. It all made a shiver ran down his spine at the feelings; He paled, oh Merlin, he liked it…
He stared at the eyes in front of him, barely taking note that they were getting closer until he pushed his lips against those of the man in front of him. Snape gasped and dropped Harry again. In the brief moment when their lips separated he tried not to stumble but he was pushed into the wall by the other man as his lips descended onto his in a bruising kiss. He quickly relinquished any hold on sanity as the older man devoured him through this simple act. His hands reached into Snapes' hair to try to pull the man closer. Definitely not greasy. He arched off the wall; trying to feel as much as possible gasping as the two clothed erections rubbed against the other. After what seemed like hours, their tongues battling for dominance, he forced his head to the side gulping for air; Snape moved his mouth to his neck biting as much of the exposed skin a he possibly could- pulling moans from Harry. Harry forced Snapes' head up and pulled him into another kiss. They finally pulled apart as the sound of the door opening up the small stairwell reached their ears. He slumped against the wall willing his lungs to breath, and trying to calm down his racing heart as he watched Snape stand across from him- his face flushed as his breathing labored on. They heard the clipping of shoes on the steps and stood straighter. Snape looked at him menacing and snarled.
"Potter you have detention Friday at 8. Try and be punctual." The headmaster rounded down the steps as the words left Snape's mouth. That didn't stop harry from glaring at Snape.
"Yes, Sir." He looked at Albus and almost groaned. The twinkle was on full blast. He turned to leave as the griffin opened he heard Snape growl.
"And five points from Gryffindor." He scowled as he walked away. Behind him listened to Albus and Snape.
"Severus, I thought I felt your signature did you wish to speak to me?" All that answered was another growl.
His hand reached up to his lips and he flushed again. What they hell had he been thinking?
A/N So here you go again, another edited chapter for you. I'm getting there but it is taking me a while. TTFN
