Chapter Eight: Beginning of an End. PG-15
Harry stared at Severus Snape from his bed in horror. What is he doing here? Why isn't he teaching? He thought fearfully.
As he watched, Madam Pomfrey bustled into view. Seeing Snape, her expression quickly turned into a mixture of detest and confusion. Clearly, Snape was not popular among the Hogwarts teachers either. 'Severus,' she said, walking up to him with impatience in her voice. 'What brings you here?'
'I am aware that one of my students is missing from my class.' Snape said in a low voice, his eyes not leaving Harry. 'And without any earlier notice. I trust it is my responsibility to know the whereabouts of my students, Madam Pomfrey? 'He raised his eyebrows at the matron.
'Certainly, Severus. But the boy took ill quite suddenly. I assure you he will give you a slip signed by me explaining his absence when he is better. There is no need to trouble yourself by coming all the way down here and disrupting the progress of your lessons, Severus…Now, I suggest…'
'I have granted my students a self-studying period today.' Snape said smoothly. 'And on the matter of the slips explaining Potter's absence, I have received quite a number of those fom Potter recently…'
'Clearly the boy's unwell this term…'
'Only at Potions lessons, I have observed. That would be too much of a coincidence, don't you think, Madam Pomfrey?' Snape asked silkily, his eyes gleaming at Harry now. 'Unless Potter had developed an unknown kind of disease that takes its toll only at Potions lessons, I refuse to believe that he is actually ill.'
Madam Pomfrey appeared to be lost for words. Snape seized the chance to say, 'which brings me to why I am here. I wish to know the nature of Potter's…illness, and see what I can do for him.'
'That is very thoughtful of you, Severus. But I am sure my potion would be able to…'
'I have no doubts of your abilities, Madam Pomfrey. I only wish to give you a hand to quicken Potter's recovery.'
Madam Pomfrey looked defeated. She glanced at Harry, who looked at her helplessly, and sighed. 'Oh, very well, Severus. But please don't give the boy anything too strong…I am not sure how much more he can take.'
'Thank you.' Snape said curtly. 'And I would prefer some privacy with Potter, if you don't mind.'
Obviously Pomfrey did mind, but she bit her lip and nodded. She gave Harry another worrying glance, then left the hospital wing, closing the door behind her and leaving Snape and Harry alone.
Once the door was closed, Snape locked his eyes on Harry and swept towards his bed. Harry's heart pounded painfully in his chest. What would Snape do to him? The memory of last night floated back to him…the stinging feeling in his stomach started up again…Oh no, not now…I DON'T WANT to feel him again…I DON'T WANT to touch him…Severus Snape is one greasy, slick, disgusting…
The next thing he knew, Snape was on top of him, kissing him violently. The musk and almond scent was intoxicating…Harry wrapped his legs around Snape's thigh like ivy and gasped when Snape's lips moved to his throat, his fingers hastily unbuttoning his collar. All Harry could do was to grip the back of Snape's robes and remind himself to breathe because he could die any minute…
'No…wait…' Harry struggled to say. God, it's hard to concentrate with Snape kissing him like that… 'Pomfrey…'
Snape silenced him by crushing his lips in another violent kiss, his arms pushing Harry back onto the mattress, his whole body covering his…
'It's time, don't you think, Mr. Potter…' Snape mumbled against his lips. 'That we give up our little game?'
Harry's head was spinning. He didn't know what was happening. Was he really kissing Snape, the man who hated him for all his life, on the bed in the hospital wing? 'What do you want?' He managed to whisper.
Snape stopped kissing him and looked into Harry's eyes. Now Harry could see exactly what was burning in Snape's depthless, coal-black eyes…Desire. 'What do you want?' He asked him.
That was a question that Harry had a million answers to. What does he want, exactly?
I want Severus Snape
But he is my teacher, and he hates me. And I hate him.
Do you? Then what are you doing right now?
'I…don't know.' Harry answered truthfully. 'This is wrong…We,' He gestured to their locked embrace. '…are wrong.'
'Then let go of me.'
Damn, he knows the one thing I couldn't do.. 'I can't.'
'Tell me what you want, Harry.'
I want to know what's happening to me, I want to know why I want you to touch me, to feel me…Oh, dear God…'I want you' He finally breathed out, running his fingers through Snape's black hair. I must be crazy.
'You want to start an affair with a teacher who you've hated for five years and who had suddenly become your object of sexual desire stimulated by your youthful hormones?' Snape asked, a tiny smirk forming on his lips. 'How typical of you, Potter
He started to disentangle himself from Harry, but Harry seized his arms quickly. 'Don't go. Please.'
'You seem to overestimate my power of restraint, Potter.' Snape said darkly. 'You have no idea what I want from you. And this is hardly the place to discuss it.'
'You have gone this far, haven't you?' Harry challenged, moving his lips along Snape's neck. God, his skin feels so good…So cool…yet so warm at the same time…he crushed his lips against Snape's again,,, It's not enough…he thought as he began to wrap his arms tightly around Snape's body again, his legs pinning him down onto his own body. I need more...NOW. He started to move his fingers to Snape's collar but Snape seized his hand abruptly. 'No.' He breathed. 'Has it ever crossed your limited mind that Pomfrey might burst in suddenly to drive me out?'
'Didn't stop you before.' Harry retorted, unbuttoning Snape's collar insistently and protested when he was stopped once more.
'You are demanding me to seduce you here, Potter. That's a totally different matter.'
'Oh, so you don't want Pomfrey to see you fucking me but you don't mind her seeing is kissing and rolling around and basically just tottering on the edge of having sex!'
'How frank you are, Potter.'
'Hadn't five years of bullying me taught you anything?'
Snape's eyes gleamed. Harry knew he wanted this as much as him. Damn it, get a move on and take me…
'You make me wonder at your morality, Potter. You seem so willing to give your virginity to the first person who touches you.'
'What makes you think I am a virgin and you are the first person who touches me?' Harry blurted out without thinking.
Before Snape could answer, they heard footsteps coming from outside. Harry hurriedly let go of Snape, buttoning his collar and shrinking back under the covers while Snape got up gracefully and tidied up himself with such speed that anyone would've thought he had been standing beside Harry all this time. Madam Pomfrey burst in, carrying a water jug and looking very frustrated indeed.
'Severus, I must insist you-'
'Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey, I have quite finished with Mr Potter.' Snape said, stepping away from Harry's bed. When he looked at Harry, he could see that Snape's eyes have resumed their usual look of dislike reserved only for him. 'Remember, Potter. Eight o'clock tomorrow night, my office.'
Harry had to hesitate a few seconds before he caught on. 'Yes, Sir.' He said as loathingly as he could, his head still spinning from what had just happened.
Snape swept away. But before he left the door, he gave Harry a long, searching look. We are far from finished, Mr Potter. His eyes said.
Oh, he knows that. And he knows it well.
