Chapter Thirty: Accept the invitation

"A drink," you say hesitantly as if you would need time to decide, when in fact, you knew what your answer would be even before the question was asked.

He's not taking his eyes off you and you love the power he has just placed in your hands. There could be so many options, you could refuse him softly and ask for a little more time, you could ruthlessly say no and break him, but you know the road was set clearly the moment you set off from your dormitory. Everything led you here, even though at the very beginning, you didn't even dare believe this night could end like this, too.

"How could I refuse such a lovely offer," you tell him in the end.

"After you then, Mr Potter," he motions towards the dungeons and steps aside to let you go first. "I might just have an even lovelier offer for you, while we have that drink," he murmurs quietly as you pass him.

You leave the comment unanswered, but only because you all but choke on your tongue. The wild twist in your stomach and the sudden burning in your loins make it absolutely impossible for you to say a word.

You walk in front of him way too aware of every inch of your body. You know he's watching you, you can feel his gaze burn a hole in your back. It's an eternity until you get to the Potions classroom. This time you don't even hesitate, you open to door and march in with him on your toes. The door closes behind you with a bang.

You can feel him pass you, striding on long legs across the room. He leads you to a different door that's in a little nook and stops.

"Harry," he says clearly and you look at him surprised to hear your first name.

"Yes?"

He says nothing, but holds the door open for you and you realize what just happened.

Your name's the password. Well, there's one thing that was confessed already, it seems.

Anxious and excited you move in the room. A large fire comes alight nearby, bringing an orange hue to the room. You look around. You see an abundance of books on dark wooden shelves and a settee in front of the fire. You step towards there and sit down.

Snape walks in the room too, and takes off his outer robe. He drops it on the settee next to you, then he waves his wand and two glasses appear with some amber liquid in them. By the look of it, it's whiskey. You take one from him.

Snape does not sit down, instead he leans against the fireplace and watches you from there. He lifts his glass a bit as he says with coarse voice, "To all those unsaid words."

You're glad that he doesn't sound completely unaffected, even though he looks perfectly calm.

"Let's hope we'll say them all tonight," you answer and raise your glass as well, before you take a little sip.

He shudders. It's either your words or the whiskey. You want to find out which as soon as possible.

You stand and walk closer to him.

"So, what unsaid things do you wish to confess to me?" He asks softly.

You take another sip as you lean against the fireplace as well. "How about a thank you?"

"A thank you?" He looks confused for a moment.

You edge closer, slowly as if your motions could be unnoticed, but you're both well aware of what's going on.

"It's been a year and I never properly thanked you for saving my life."

His eyes darken. He downs his drink, puts the empty glass on the sill. "Well, here we are. You can thank me now." He takes the glass from your hand as well.

You reach out and touch his face and the next moment, all you know is you're kissing him. Your mouth is pressed against his thin lips. You taste whiskey, smoky and fiery and underneath it all, you can taste him, too. You groan into the kiss, his tongue slips through the cage of your teeth and he's inside you, exploring you with timid little stokes.

"It can't be as simple as a talk with you, can it?" He whispers against your mouth when you pull away for a second to breath.

"We can talk if you want," you mumble back, but you're already teasing him with soft kisses again.

"To hell with talking," he says, teeth nibbling on your lower lip. "I always though actions speak louder than words anyway."

He kisses you then, wilder now. His hands go around you; one settles on your back, the other goes into your hair. You press against him feel his chest with you palm, feel the softness of his long tresses with the tips of your fingers.

"Oh fuck," you groan when he leans away to sink his teeth into your neck.

He kisses the spot, sucks on your skin and growls, "Pretty sure that's where we're headed, yes…"

That takes your breath away. You've known it, of course, but still. He just said it so carelessly as if it wouldn't shake your whole world, as if it wouldn't change anything. It will and you know it, but you don't care.

You pull his head up by his hair and kiss him deep. You're lost in the sensation, but you can still feel that you're moving, that he's pushing you further away from the fire. A different heat lights up your skin, burns in your veins, when he reaches between your bodies to feel your hardening cock.

The pleased grunt that slips through his mouth sounds like purring. He strokes you a couple times, but then the fingers are gone and you whine desperate.

He breaks the kiss long enough to raise your shirt over your head, then he's tasting you all over again, his lips are against your collar bone, teeth scraping your skin.

Your hands fumble with his buttons - there's just so many. You manage to undo three but you're out of patience already. You tear at it, you don't care. Neither does he, it seems because he lets you rip it off him. His shirt ends up the same way and suddenly he's standing in front of you half naked.

You look down on his body, take it in by the light of the fire. His lean, wiry muscles run all across his body. Scarred pale skin, like milk, it almost glows in the darkness. The Dark Mark still taints his left arm, but it's pale now, barely visible. Black slacks are incapable of hiding his erection, you can see the outline of it, pressing against the fabric.

You look up him. He's staring at you with wild hunger in his black eyes. He seems to be waiting for something.

You suddenly become aware where you are. In his bedroom. It's still mostly dark, only the light of the fireplace could bring some brightness to it, but Snape still stands in the door.

He offers you one more choice, it's a silent one, but you understand it. You can still say no and leave. But if you don't, you'll go all the way with him tonight.

He's giving you a choice, but you know in truth you don't have any.

You want this more than anything. (Go to chapter 31)