Down in the depths of the dungeons, Severus Snape was sat in his high-backed, leather upholstered arm chair, book opened in his lap. After returning to his quarters, Severus had tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep. All he could think about was what had happened an hour or so previous he had found himself getting aroused from the memory of Potter's soft, warm, pliable mouth, how he had clung so tightly to him, his eyes hooded with lust. He had felt like a randy teenager again,
it wasn't an enjoyable experience. Unfortunately, he had to go into his washroom and touch himself until he had, had the needed release to quench the growing arousal. Severus shifted in his seat uncomfortably the thoughts beginning to run through his mind again, he shut his eyes breathed deeply and began naming the properties of higher level potions, after he had calmed himself he reopened his eyes to find he had lost his place on the page, sighing, he restarted the page but he would reach about halfway then lose track of where he was, mind drifting. Shutting the book, placing it on a table close to his right side, pinching the bridge of his nose. He tapped the tabletop once with his wand ordering for a tumbler of Firewhisky, leaning on his hand watching the fire crackle, burn then smoulder into ashes, a small spark above the table then a full bottle of Firewhisky appeared, a smirk played at Severus's lips as he poured himself a glass and quaffed it back pouring another glass, standing, taking a heady sip walking across the room to the fireplace running his finger along the edge, his face pulled into a line.
He, Severus Snape, Potions master. Respected teacher at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry had kissed a student. Not just a student, Potter. Harry Potter. Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World. Son of his school friend Lily Evans and nemesis James Potter.
His face twisted into a sneer at the thought, but, it soon fell away replaced with an undescribable emotion. Disgust? Hatred? Sorrow?
Or perhaps, sick, twisted, glee? The thought that the one most hated by James Potter had gotten to taste his son. But, he was still Lily's son, part Lily. He looked along the mantle piece, no family photos, no trinkets, just settled dust and candleholders and one framed photo of Lily, green eyes bright a big grin on her face, red hair tangled in places a tear down the centre pulling at her lips, deforming her face. His brow creased remembering the day he tore it up, he had called her a mudblood, his throat tightened at the memory.
Severus had tried fixing the tear in the photo, but each time he did, the rip would reappear. He had thought about asking Albus about it, but decided he didn't want to waste the old mans time.
He placed the photo back where it belonged, turned on his heel and walked towards the door, time for him to go patrol the corridors. He pulled his cloak off the back of the door, wrapping it around his pyjama clad shoulders, slipping on a comfortable pair of shoes walking out into the cool corridor.
Harry had decided it would be a good idea to go for a strole through the halls of Hogwarts. He slipped on his trusty invisibility cloak, stepping out through the portrait hole. Walking down staircase after staircase, a set of stairs had decided to change Harry's direction when he was halfway down sending him closer and closer to the dungeons, he halted at some point looking left then right deciding to turn down a seperate corridor, it seemed familiar.
Severus strolled past the Slytherin dormitories, turned a corner here, checked behind a tapestry there, he reached a spot where he hadn't been to for nearly six years, there was an eery sense of familiarity, he stopped when he heard the swish of robes "now then, who's snuck out of their dorms at this time of night?" He thought to himself, it was dark, yes but, not as dark that he would be unable to see someone walking a few paces ahead of him, something shimmered. An ankle? Ah, so it was Potter, of course. The amount of times they had gone through this same situation throughout the seven years, the first time Severus remembered was here, in a room not that far down the hall,
Potter's first year, he had encountered the mirror of Erised. -
If Severus was able to look in the mirror now, he wouldn't know what to expect, what he would see.
He had found the mirror, some time during the summer, maybe earlier. He had seen himself and Lily, her hand and one of his own on the shoulders of a young boy with Lily's eyes who smiled back at him.
She was happy, he had a smile that felt strange to him. He would go down most nights, just to see her, and the son he might have had. She looked almost alive, almost as if you could pull her out from behind the glass. But she stayed on her side, with the wrong Severus. And he stayed on his side, he felt like the one trapped behind glass, not her. One night he had gone down, storming down the corridors, robes billowing the door was already opened, he had peered in to find Potter sat in front of the mirror, mesmerised by it Lily's eyes reflecting back at him. He had stayed, watching as Potter had stared into the mirror the boy had started drifting off and he had heard a small cough behind him, he turned to come face to face with Albus who smiled sadly, Severus had turned on his heel and stormed away, Dumbledore watching him leave.
He hadn't looked into the mirror since, apparently it had been destroyed. The sound of a door being pushed shut made his brain click back into place, he strolled towards the door pushing it open slightly, yes. This was the room, he could see the markings on the floor where the mirror had been moved, it looked like no-one was in there, but he could hear muffled breathing. He walked towards the centre of the room making sure his shoes would hit against the stone flooring, a small gasp came from where the mirror once stood, he came to a stand-still near it "Potter, come out from under that ridiculous thing now." The shimmering light seemed to fall, revealing the boy's head stopping at his shoulders so he was still mostly invisible, "I do not wish to talk to half a form, Potter. Take the stupid creation off."
"But I-". Giving an exasperated sigh Severus reached out grasped hold of some material.
"No excuses, Potter. Now. Take. It. Off." The boys eyes widened slightly, a flush reddened his ears.
Severus waited a few seconds before sneering and pulled at the material, it slid slowly down Potter's body revealing expanses of skin, he slept topless? Then it fell off completely, and Potter was stood there with only his boxershorts on. Severus pinched the bridge of his nose "Oh for Merlin's sake, do you have no common decency?" The boy glared back at him, hands balling into fists, opening his mouth as if to say something, Severus raised his hand preventing him from uttering a word that would tax the brain-cells. He un-clasped his cloak and handed it over, shaking his fist which contained the invisibility cloak "Confiscated. Now put that on and cover yourself up, what were you thinking? Prancing around Hogwarts in your undergarments! I understand you may not have recieved many brain-cells but this is stupidity beyond redemption!" The boy glared at him, biting his lip, and pulling the cloak around himself, as he did Severus caught a glimpse of something he did not wish to see. Potter's boxershorts had stains on them, certain stains that can only come to be from certain actions. He pinched the bridge of his nose again, then a thought passed through his head, and he smirked. He stepped towards Potter, who was still tying the top of the cloak, lifting his chin up. Potter blinked up at him, confusion and arousal perhaps. Severus breathed against the nape of his neck and the boy shivered, he pressed closer and Potter squeezed his eyes shut, then his face seemed to relax and his mouth opened wantonly. Severus scoffed, and let go of his chin. "Run along, Potter" He watched as Potter flushed, glared at the floor and stormed out of the room.
Severus stalked back to his rooms, a smirk toying at his lips. This might be fun, he thought.