Severus

Severus scolds several Gryffindors for their incompetence, still in a bad mood from last night, and still with remnants of a pounding hangover headache despite having drank hangover potions this morning to accommodate his lavish drinking the night before.

A knock sounds on the door, and against his better instincts, he opens it to find- surprise surprise- Harry Potter. The man looks disheveled and breathtakingly beautiful anyways, the sharp irises cutting colorful greens in the wide eyes.

"Hey, Professor Snape." Harry blinks at Severus, all innocence and untouched perfection. "I know you're teaching right now, so I was thinking, well, if, maybe, later we-"

Severus shuts the door without waiting for his heart to explode over nothing but a few earnest words, and locking spells shoot from his lips like stars.

The afternoon passes easily, leaving a good three hours before Severus would normally retire to his rooms. What's he going to do with that time? Not see Potter, that's for sure. He's not going to see those sparking eyes or the stunningly handsome face or the alluring, healthy tan skin or the unruly mess of soft-looking curls or the sexy-strong arms and chest or the delectable arse-

Severus grudgingly begins working on the locks to let the last of the students out, a distraction for only a minute before he slips the door closed and mutters a few more spells to relock the doors. He'll just hole up here until the day is up.

The cauldrons, dirtied magically enough they can only really be manually cleaned, are wonderful distractions.

Harry

Severus chest gleams ebony in the warm dungeon, and Harry smiles to himself as the warming spells he's cast hold so that Severus has shed his outer top clothing. Severus is beautiful, and the fact that he hides such a sensual map of skin under so many layers of clothes should be illegal.

Severus moans to himself about how sexy Harry is, probably believing himself to be alone as Harry pulls the invisibility cloak tighter, reflecting on how Severus' arse is much more exquisite. It's round and plump, and Harry wants to see so much more than the outline of it through Severus' trousers.

No time like the present.

Harry drops all the warming spells and steps up behind Severus as Severus shivers a little, his rant about how fucking sexy Potter is falling silent.

Harry drops the cloak, wrapping his arms around the Slytherin from behind, murmuring, "Cold?" in Severus ear, letting his breath ghost over the pale skin.

Severus has pulled himself out of Harry's arms in moments, but Harry keeps a hold of Severus wrist, grabbing Severus' wand before he can cast a spell.

"We're going to talk," he insists, impulsively pressing a kiss to the inside of Severus' wrist. "Okay?"

Severus glares, his other arm moving to cover his chest, and Harry furrows his brow.

"Hey, don't be shy. C'mon, you're gorgeous." Severus freezes like ice under these words, and Harry has to coax him into a chair. "Can I tell you something?"

"It appears that if I refuse, you will likely express it anyway, so I suppose I don't have much of a choice," Severus nearly growls.

Merlin. "Do you even like me, actually? Or was Sirius just fucking around?" The question darts out of Harry's mouth like a small fish shooting through a large pond.

"I've detested you from day one, Potter. Nothing has changed." Severus is tugging his sleeve, avoiding Harry's eyes. Harry lays one hand firmly on Severus chest, which Severus promptly shoves off, but not before Harry makes one observation.

"Your heart is racing. Also, you're blushing. So, like, clearly you're lying." He stands as Severus does, stepping forward- Severus steps back- until Severus is up against the wall. Harry presses a gentle, chaste kiss to Severus' hand.

"Leave. Me. Alone," Severus growls, shoving Harry off of him so forcefully he stumbles backwards onto his arse. "I do not care for your games, Potter. Get out of my classroom."

Games. "Really, Severus? Would I play with you? Merlin. If you don't believe me, I don't know what else to say. Except that I like you. And I miss you."

"Potter," Severus snarls dangerously, "Leave."

Blowing out a frustrated breath and handing back Severus' wand, Harry does.

His fingers still tingle from where they touched Severus' chest.

Severus

Salazar. What does Harry even think he's doing? All selfless and caring, Severus never pegged him as the type to toy with hearts. Is this payback? Severus knows he deserves it, but…

Ouch.

And another question: who is Severus to refuse this? If this is all he'll get, a game, to be entertainment is better than nothing. He may as well enjoy it while it lasts.

"Hey."

"Hello Potter." Did the man just camp outside his door?

Severus tries to glare, but the smile Potter gives him conquers all rational thought. He'll be the death of me.

Potter is staring, though at what Severus isn't sure, since he knows he's got nothing to stare at. "I like you better with your shirt off," Harry mentions hopefully. Severus only raises an eyebrow. And blushes. "I was wondering if you wanted dinner."

Potter is turning out to be dreadfully sweet already. "I suppose that will do, but only if you bring the food to my chambers."

Like a dim spell growing in power, Potter's smile now shines like a beacon.

The plates have been vanished and all shy conversation possible has passed by the time Severus excuses himself to use the restroom and gets back to find Potter gazing into a terribly familiar box.

"I'm sorry, it was just out, and…" Potter goes on, but the real explanation is that the idiot is incurably curious. "They're all of me."

"Very astute observation, Potter." Oh no. Severus can feel the pit of embarrassment and dread building.

Harry looks up, green eyes wide and those olive cheeks flushed. "God, you'd think from these pictures that I was some sort of sex god."