Author's Note:
This is Chapter Twelve of the Harry and Snape romance, Red and Green. After this chapter, I will be going on a short hiatus, for about week or so, to give myself time to relax. I have been putting these chapters out very quickly, and believe I deserve a time to rest and come up with more thoughts towards the story. I hope you all will be awaiting the next chapter at this, and be patient. Hopefully the next chapter will be out within the next week.Livejournal:
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XII. Reasons
"Potter.."
His bright green eyes glance at mine. Potter just asked me to teach him how to kiss. While I'm mesmerized by the fact that the boy has not already learned how to kiss; I'm more shocked by the fact that he asked me. I feel his right hand brush softly over my arm and a small quiver runs along my spine. His green eyes lock with mine, and I'm at the point for a major decision.
There were reasons.
Many reasons why I shouldn't kiss the boy. Nonetheless be dancing with him. But I was. And may it be the happiness that I deserved after years that perused me to do so, my neck bent down. Lips trembling in fear and delight. How could I teach Potter how to kiss when I had never done so myself? I see him blink once, then twice before closing his eyes; his body leaning forth.
And two pair of virgin vacillating lips meshed together to create one splendid moment. My eyes instantly flew shut and I ran my right hand up the boy's back to hold him. After all, he seemed to be dazed with all that was happening. No tongues twisted together; no pressure was placed on either set of lips. It was just a kiss. A wonderful kiss. A kiss that I had been waiting my whole life for.
A Slytherin was kissing a Gryffindor. A teacher was kissing a student. The greasy old potions master was kissing the school's savior. Post if all over the tabloids, all of the newspaper. Fuck Harry Potter's fan club. Potter was mine to kiss tonight. And nobody would take that away from me. And so we kissed.
But as all great things; they must end. And the kiss did as so. Parting slowly, gazing at each other in a deep thought of compassion. He smiled, and I couldn't help but form my lips into a smile as well. His head rested back onto my chest and my hand continued to rub up and down his back. No longer was this movement awkward, this was how the school's savior and the greasy old potions master acted.
"Thank you, sir."
I looked down at the boy, almost astonished. Why should I be thanked for something he gave me? What's the word for it? Ah, mutual. I only continued to smile. I'm not really sure how to react. His green eyes flicker at me once again before his head collapses on my chest. I hear him yawn softly; poor boy. Tired from all the practice. And all that's happened this night. Thank you Potter for keeping a silent pause between us; it's much needed. I should tell him that but I don't want to ruin the moment. It's better silent anyways.
"Are you tired Potter?" I asked after a few minutes. I wouldn't ask him to leave either, he could stay if he wanted. But it was his responsibility to ask to stay. I couldn't do everything for the boy. Then again, he had already done so much for me.
He nuzzles his face into my chest softly, letting out a longer sigh. And I feel his face nodding into my chest. "But I don't want to leave yet, sir." A sigh falls onto my body, and I'm trapped. But I'm glad I'm trapped. I begin to rub my hand more in rhythm, up and down his back, trying to sooth the boy of any problems he may have on his mind. He deserved a peaceful night's rest.
I slowly move my hands from around the boy, wandering over to the couch. He follows, curiously, before taking a seat next to me. My eyes flicker with the flames in the fire. And he follows my role; gazing into the fire. I feel his body push into the couch, and a head come to lay on my shoulder. His fingers trace patterns over the couch, moving each digit closer to mine. "I've never kissed before, sir. Well at least, like that."
I took away his innocence. Makes me a bastard, doesn't it?
His fingers touch mine and I gulp deeply. My fingers reply with a mind of their own. They caress over the fingers that offered them so much love. But this relationship would not work. Not even if we tried; there would be rumors flying around. Potter's life will change forever.
"There are reasons, Potter."
"I know there are reasons, sir." He replies, lolling his head back to rest on the top of the couch. I'm glad that Albus got me a loveseat now; I can sit next to Potter. I raise a brow to the boy, glancing over at him. He's been watching me the whole time. For what reasons, I have no clue. There's nothing special about me. But somehow he has become adapted to me. No magic could explain that.
"There are many, many reasons. I've thought about them all a lot lately. But why should any of them matter?"
"Because you need to complete you--" A swift hand over my mouth cuts me short of my sentence. I look bewildered as his hand came crashing over my lips. He starts to move his hand away from my lips, and I prepare myself for some sort of speech from him.
Please, no fighting Potter. Let's not end the perfect night on bad terms. Please.
"Don't use the whole reasons mechanism to try and stop me from caring. I'll complete school. Or had you already forgot -- I'm the boy who can bounce off the rules. You reminded me that many, many times. And you won't get fired. Professor Dumbledore is the one who keeps saying we should talk. And we did."
He blew all of those words out of his mouth. His face is glowing wildly, and I have all intentions of sneaking my hand up to his cheek and caressing the blush away. But reality hits me.
I sigh and lean back onto the couch. This sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen this fast. He's supposed to wait after graduation. Experience the world first. Shag a few people. And then come to my dungeons when he's twenty or so, and welcome me back in his arms. Like a normal boy would do.
Oh, but I forgot. Potter wasn't your normal boy.
"Potter we just can't go out and have this charade like no ones watching. Do you know exactly what will happen to your life?" I ask, rubbing the temples on my head. Fingers massaging peacefully over each little problem that my mind has devoured into it's life. Why can't they just go away for a while? I know, I begged for Potter to come back to my dungeons mentally, but I wasn't expecting this -- well I was, but not this quick.
I watch the boy stand up before the fire. He looks a me like he's gone to war. Committed and won't let go. Damned the Gryffindor pride that the brat has. Damn all the Gryffindors, really. Little minx.
"You will happen to my life."
"And why on earth do you think that I would want the school's savior?" He's on the verge of tears. Too bad Slytherin's don't cry; or I would be in a river full of tears as well. He turns around to hide his tears, looking into the flames. I'll give him a moment to come up with an answer. This was all rushed, and he does need time to prepare a speech of some sort.
"Because I'm the only one who will let you have the white pieces."
And I'm stuck with him for life.
I stand up and walk behind him. His face is still facing the flames that he has come to love over the days that he has spent making my dungeons his home. I slowly slip my hands around his stomach and casually rest my chin on his shoulders. I sigh and give up. I needed him, and he needed me.
Forget the confusion. The reasons. The rumors. I had my Harry.
I hear him give off a relaxed sigh and he leans against me. "I still think you forgot a few reasons, Potter."
He grinned. I know he did. I didn't see his facial expression, but I knew my Harry. He choked out a laugh under sobs. I squeezed him closer to me instantly. "Yes, many reasons. I'm the only one who can make you eat candy hearts. That's a major one. Especially for a Slytherin."
I laughed and nuzzled my nose into his neck softly. "I wonder what Gryffindors will say once they find out about your charade." I hear him snort, and his body leans against me more. So much that I fall back slightly and plop onto the couch. And he follows.
Harry Potter is sitting in my lap.
There were reasons for him not to.
But love wasn't one of them.
To be continued..
Until next time. Thank you. - Simplicity/Sabbie
