A/N: Much OCC in this of Severus, I tried to fix it but I just can't seem to get him right as a drunk. I wanted him to be a depressed drunk, and maybe I will try to have him in the future, but for this I had to have him, well, you'll see.
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Chapter five: If You Dance
"Severus, what happened to you?" Harry whispered to himself so that his present company wouldn't here the rhetorical question.
He lifted his hand of Severus's shoulder, lingering just a little. He got up and sat on the sheep-skin rug, his back leaning against the sofa Severus was currently occupying. The sat in science for a few seconds before Harry felt a tingling in his scalp as Severus started playing with his hair. 'He's drunk.' Harry repeated to himself soothingly as the Potions master did to Harry what Harry ad been wanting to do just a few short hours ago. Life want fair.
"Do you want another drink?" Harry asked, sparing a glance at his still full glass.
"Yes why not! I'm going to hell any way I might as well do it in style!" Harry raised a single eyebrow in perfect mockery of the look Snape was destined to give him a million times over.
"Ah, it was some leaflet I read, from Christian extremists or something, all drunkards, gays, wizards, drug abusers, blasphemers, liars, ect. ect. Will burn in hell for a very long time, Muggle head cases the lot of them." Harry poured out another drink and silently snickered, he would be burning in hell then, he was guilty on all charges. However it did lead him to think, he had never found out if Snape was gay.
"Severus, can I ask you something?"
"Besides what you already have?"
"Yeah, well besides that."
"Sure, if you'll pass me another drink." Harry did just that, very aware of the hand that was still playing with his hair now working down his neck and tracing un-known shapes into the sensitive skin with feather light touches.
Harry silently commanded himself not to pick up his own drink, he was holding onto his self control by the skin of his teeth and losing it now would so not help.
"Um, well, you've never said in my time, and probably will kill me if I know, but are you gay?" Severus suddenly burst out in fits of laughter. Well, thought Harry, at least the drink is working. "Take it that's a no then."
"No…It's…It's…Just..."
"Spit it out Sev?" The laughter subsided slowly.
"Sev? Pleas don't tell me I let you, or anyone call me that in the future?"
"Na, but it suits you."
"Oh well, I announce that you Mr. Harry… um Time-traveller are aloud to use Sev when addressing me." It was Harry's turn to laugh.
"Don't worry Professor, I won't hold you to that, but will you answer my question?"
"What question?" Harry sighed.
"Are you gay?"
"Quite, Harry, what did you think that thing with Lucius was, or Remus?" Harry gawked, Lucius he expected, but Remmy?
"When did you go out with Remmy?"
"Remmy? Cute. I'll tell you if you dance with me." Oh gawd, Harry was crap at dancing.
"Sure." Sev was getting really drunk, he probably couldn't dance anyway. Severus fumbled around for a while and eventually put on some music, and took Harry's hand. Sev pulled him up to dance and he really was bad, but Harry got the feeling when sober Sev was probably an amazing dancer. The close contact wasn't doing much for Harry's self restraint. The dance slowed and Severus rested his head on Harry's shoulder and pulled closer till the moulded perfectly together.
Self-restraint could go to hell. Severus raised his head and his eyes locked with Harry's, ebony and emerald mixed, the colours of the Avada Kedavra and The Grim meeting for the first time face to face.
"So?" Sev whispered, to Harry, "What did you want you ask me?" Harry cleared his throat painfully.
"Um, Remmy?"
"Oh yeah." Severus put his arms round the Gryffindor holding him in place. "Me and the werewolf. In fourth year, we where together for a couple of months, but Peter found out, and he gave Lupin the choice, leave me, or he would tell the others. Lupin chose Potter and Black and to the best of my knowledge has never looked back."
"Oh." Harry had barely listened to what Severus had said; the melodic deep tones were enough to have him enraptured, and the warm, gently moving body was sufficient to distract him from even that.
Severus took a hand from found Harry's waist and traced it down the side of his face, gazing at Harry like he would disappear any moment. Suddenly Harry froze, he couldn't do this! But he had to, he had to make sure Sev didn't remember anything.
A warm mouth leaned into catch his, Harry's breath hitched. The potions master continued his gentle kiss and Harry tried to convince himself that he could just pull back, however he soon realised that his body had no inclination. Harry started to kiss back greedily urging Severus on even as his mind screamed blue murder at him.
This was not right, he was a professor, he was not like this in the future, he would hate him, he was a Death Eater, he was. . . he was. . . he was a damn good kisser.
Harry pulled back, eyes wide as saucers, how could he have done this? He had just kisses a very drunk death eater Teacher to be. Time could very well be screwed up permanently, though he didn't know exactly how. Severus was drunk; he probably didn't even like him. Oh god oh god, Harry stumbled back blindly grabbing his wand from where Severus had left it on the sofa and darted to the door.
"Harry, Harry?" Severus called out confused.
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