Up after hours

By: Severus' Girl

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing

A/N: Alright. Here goes. WARNING! Slash, yaoi, male/male, guy/guy, Homosexual, Severus Snape/Sirius Black! WARNING! Now if you don't get it, I suggest you get lost and if you did get it it's up to you whether you want to read it.

"Yo, Sirius!" James Potter was waving his hand in front of Sirius Black's eyes.

"Huh?" Sirius turned his gaze to his friend slowly, as if unwilling to stop looking at something right in front of him.

"What do you mean 'huh'? I've been trying to attract your attention for, what, five minutes?"

"Approximately", confirmed Peter Pettigrew, who'd been sitting on Sirius' other side, but was now standing right behind him. Remus was looking at him as well, his eyes twinkling playfully in a manner that told him he knew everything. Or at least that was what they told to people that didn't know him.

"Who were you fantasizing about?" He asked, teasing Sirius with the look that he needed no answer to know, "Had to bee somebody you really fancy, since you were staring off into space right towards the slithering table. You wouldn't spit at it's direction if you knew which way it was."

"Nobody", Sirius growled, irritated by the unashamed question.

Trust Remus to see right through my excuses, he thought as young Lupin's face smiled at him, mischievously, for some reason. Maybe it was just for the fact that it was full moon tomorrow. Sirius really wouldn't know, as Remus was too good at concealing his thoughts, and what he knew for sure didn't differ in any way from sheer guesses, when he spoke them out.

"Aw, c'mon! You can tell us! Besides, we're all seventh years in this end of the table." Peter said. Sirius hadn't been expecting him to be pressuring him like the others.

"And that's exactly why I don't want you to know about it." Sirius said, earning a scowl from James.

"I bet it's a teacher, since you won't tell us." Remus determined. Man, did that boy have some dirty imagination.

"A teacher? That's just sick, Moony!" James said with a tingle of amusement in his voice.

"Right you are, Prongs. That's absolutely disgusting", Sirius agreed and stood up, "Now if you three fine gentlemen would go help Patricia and excuse me..." He left the great hall as his friends scanned the table for Patricia Crowell, a pretty Gryffindor girl in her sixth year, and noticed that there was nothing wrong with her.

"Gentlemen, I believe he just gave us the slip", announced Pettigrew as he turned his attention to the food.

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Sirius was practically flying through the corridors, despite the fact he had no broom he went nearly as fast as a broomstick. He soon found himself in the west tower, where nobody went to anymore. With the exception of himself, of course. He sat by the broad ledge of a particularly big window and glanced out. He could see over the trees to the town of Hogsmeade, which was dyed bloodred by the last flare of the setting sun. The sun itself could not be seen anymore, but its last rays dwelled in the horizon like a gigantic, open and bleeding wound. A wound much alike the one he seemed to have on his heart.

These thoughts, however, were rudely interrupted by a faint noise from behind him. Sirius turned around. The voice was gone, and little by little, he started to doubt if it really had been made. He heard nothing more from anywhere, but as his personal peace of mind as well as the feel of privacy that had conquered the place until today had been disturbed, he decided to join the others in the Gryffindor common room. Or – as he realized when he looked outside – in dormitories, since it was already late and he was up after hours. He began his quiet journey to where he was supposed to be.

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Sirius sneaked in the quieted halls of Hogwarts, not really wanting to go back to the Gryffindor tower, he just roamed aimlessly around, growing less and less alert as he ran across nobody. At some point he realized that the marauder's map would be the perfect tool for his night-time wandering and was about to accio it, as he remembered that Filch had confiscated it just last week. And as Filch's filing cabinet of confiscated things had a ward against accio spells, he figured that it would be better not to try.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the hole that had appeared in the wall and pulled him in the darkness. Sirius felt another hand being pressed over his mouth obviously to prevent him from making any noise. Wise decision, he thought, as that was exactly what he had indented to do. He saw the wall slide back into where it belonged and he was now all alone in here with this person where nobody could find them. He heard a small clap, clap, clap of high heels from the other side of the wall, slowly distancing away. The arms that held him still and mute were skinny and pale, but there was undeniable strength in them. Sirius realized that this person he was here with was a man – no – a youth. And if he was not mistaken, he knew exactly who this youth was.

"Count yourself lucky. You'd be in trouble if McGonagall caught  you wandering around at night", whispered a voice, too careful to speak aloud. The tension of the youth's muscles left, but he did not let Sirius go.

Nevermind about that, Sirius thought, I can do it myself. And so he did. Well, actually, he just moved his head so that he was free to use his mouth. He kind of enjoyed the arm wrapping around his chest, holding him in place.

"And why would you care?"  he asked, voice muffled. The other boy, however, heard him.

"No idea, actually." He answered and finally seemed to realize his other arm was still around Sirius and let go. Sirius turned around to face his capturer, if one could call him that, and saw exactly what he was expecting to see; a pair of eyes as black as the deepest of night, matching the black, greasy, shoulder-length hair and loose black robes, which made an unbelievable contrast to the boy's incredibly pale skin.

He's the one should be called Black, not me, Sirius thought as he faced the glare of Severus Snape, a seventh-year Slytherin.

"What are you looking at?" Snape snapped.

"What would you think I'm looking at? All there is in this room is you." Sirius replied.

"Not from my point of view", Snape said softly, "From here it seems that you're the only thing in the room."

"So are we to keep looking at each other for all night or did you have a reason to pull me in this – this hole in the wall?"  Sirius asked.

"I thought I made it very clear that McGonagall was coming your way and I trust that you heard her go past us mere seconds ago."

Seconds? Sirius thought, From here it seems like years ago. But he didn't say anything.

"Actually, there's something I wanted to ask you", Snape confessed, "What's the deal with the owl?"

"Owl? What owl?" Sirius asked, although he knew exactly what Snape was talking about.

"The owl you sent me in the summer", Snape said, patiently.

"I don't reckon you would ask me how I'm feeling out of sheer curiosity. Is there something you want, Black?" He spat out the name like it was a curse word. Or more likely, the way some said Voldemort's name. Some were too afraid to speak it, other found it too filthy to litter neither their pure lips or the listener's ears. The way Snape spat it out was much like the latter.

Sirius looked at him, trying to keep the distance, which was very hard, since their hideout was almost too small for turning around, let alone stand a distance.

"I want a lot of things, Severus, but only one from you." Sirius finally said. He felt a lot like when he was attending to the muggle school –before he'd gotten his owl from Hogwarts–  and had to perform a school play; butterflies in his stomach and audience waiting impatiently for something to happen

"Which is...?"

 Sirius did not answer the question, but he leaned forward with a mischievous smile playing on his lips and gently pressed those lips on Severus'. As he drew away the memory of that school play came back again; Butterflies all dying, but that doesn't feel that good in your stomach either. All done, but there was always the feedback. The fear that someone –Severus, in this case– would say something nasty, or laugh at him. However, he felt somehow satisfied, as well. He'd kissed girls –All of them Gryffindors, of course– and even Remus, once, when they'd got curious about what it would feel like. And Sirius had to admit that kissing a girl was one thing, kissing a boy was another, but none of that compared to kissing Severus Snape, which was the third thing. It felt completely different than any of the previous kisses he'd had, and that was saying something. It felt like it would be the only way to kiss.

For a brief moment Severus looked like he'd want to recoil at it, but as he realized what had just happened, he drew Sirius closer, wiping away all the nervousness in the slightly shorter youth and leaving nothing more, nothing less than passion and lust. Severus placed his hand on Sirius' cheeck, though his fingers were long enough to reach the Gryffindor's neck. At that time, Siruis felt that this was truly the way for him to be. He felt Severus' body against his, and most of all, Severus' hips against his own. All of a sudden he was for once happy that the marauder's map was in Filch's posession, since the caretaker didn't know how do read it, and those who would have, couldn't get it. He reclutantly broke the kiss, staring into the dephts of those sharp eyes and brushed his fingers through the greasy, raven-black hair and on sudden impulse, he set his mouth on the Slytherin's neck and sucked the skin in his mouth. As he drew back, he saw a red mark appear on the other boy's neck, knowing it will become a bruise, like he knew that it would be perfectly concealed by the thick hair. Not that he minded. To him, it was enough that he knew it would be there. For a while, at least.

"We should get in bed, you know." Sirius said, trying to catch his breath.

"Was that a suggestion?" Severus asked, playfully.

"Maybe someday, if you want, but right now I'm too tired." Sirius replied, "Could you open the wall for me?" He then asked.

"Sure, I could, but I don't think I will" Severus said, but made the wall slide away nonetheless.

The two parted their ways to their own dormitories.

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A/N: This is my first slash story and the first fanfic with Harry Potter theme I ever wrote, let alone put up. So I do realize it's not very good, and I hope that you tell me what could I do to improve my writing. Thank you.