I softly cried out when our lips lost contact. But then he leaned his
forehead on my shoulder, slowly moving towards my neck where he nipped at
me. The sensation made me acutely aware of the pressure that had been
building in my pants.
My whole body trembled beneath his touch, instantly responding to him, and I loved it.
"Who was that you were sitting with?" his lips grazed over my ear.
"...F-Fred...my friend...Fred," I barely managed between gasps for air.
He backed away so the two of us could make eye contact. "Only a friend?"
Was he jealous? No, that was absurd; I didn't even know his name. And yet, I could see the relief in his eyes when I confirmed that I had no romantic interest in Fred.
Hastily, he moved away again to turn his back on me. "You should be getting back to your...friend."
My forehead wrinkled. What had happened? What had caused such an abrupt change? "You...you want me to go?"
Still not turning to me, he answered, "Yes."
I felt tears roll down my cheeks before I realized they had formed. Wiping them away, I wordlessly stumbled out of the wooded area back towards the game. What was wrong with me? Crying over him again? And the worst part was that I knew what Fred would say when I saw him, my eyes glistening and red.
Lucky for me, once I reached the bleachers, the game was over. I really didn't think that I could have sat there as if nothing had happened.
Fred surprised me, though. When he saw me approaching, he only opened his arms to me, and I willingly entered his embrace. He murmured things to me that were so personal, I will never tell another soul. Even the one who had caused my pain.
But while I was weeping into Fred's shirt, he tensed. Unknown to me, my sexy stranger was fast advancing.
The stranger roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Fred. "I thought you said he was just a friend!"
Confusion kept me from answering right away. The declaration was so ridiculous that I couldn't understand why he made it. Then, upon considering my friend's arms around me when the stranger neared, I understood.
"Let go of him!" Fred shouted.
It was so strange to see two men fighting over me. I don't think I'll ever forget the eerie feeling of combined pride and disbelief.
I allowed the stranger to keep his hold on me, not trying to wrench free. "Fred was just hugging me while I cried. There's nothing between us."
His grip loosened as he looked down on me. "You cried? I made you cry?"
Why did I say it? I could have simply said that Fred was giving me a hug. Why did I bring up my tears?
Unfortunately, questions like those couldn't go unanswered. I lowered my eyes, "Yes...to both."
He gently pulled me against his chest, rubbing his hands along my spine. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm...I'm just...frightened. I never meant to hurt you."
The way he spoke to me made it seem like we were an old couple, instead of the strangers that we were.
"Harry? We'd better be getting home," Fred softly said.
Turning to him, I nodded. Then I returned my attention to the stranger, eyes still sparkling in the afternoon light. "I suppose I'll never see you again."
He shook his head. "No, you'll see me. Next week. There'll be another game, right? I'll meet you here. Until then," he leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead.
Seconds later, I watched turn away from me once more, but before he could leave, I asked, "What's your name?"
"Snape," he glanced over his shoulder, "Severus Snape."
My whole body trembled beneath his touch, instantly responding to him, and I loved it.
"Who was that you were sitting with?" his lips grazed over my ear.
"...F-Fred...my friend...Fred," I barely managed between gasps for air.
He backed away so the two of us could make eye contact. "Only a friend?"
Was he jealous? No, that was absurd; I didn't even know his name. And yet, I could see the relief in his eyes when I confirmed that I had no romantic interest in Fred.
Hastily, he moved away again to turn his back on me. "You should be getting back to your...friend."
My forehead wrinkled. What had happened? What had caused such an abrupt change? "You...you want me to go?"
Still not turning to me, he answered, "Yes."
I felt tears roll down my cheeks before I realized they had formed. Wiping them away, I wordlessly stumbled out of the wooded area back towards the game. What was wrong with me? Crying over him again? And the worst part was that I knew what Fred would say when I saw him, my eyes glistening and red.
Lucky for me, once I reached the bleachers, the game was over. I really didn't think that I could have sat there as if nothing had happened.
Fred surprised me, though. When he saw me approaching, he only opened his arms to me, and I willingly entered his embrace. He murmured things to me that were so personal, I will never tell another soul. Even the one who had caused my pain.
But while I was weeping into Fred's shirt, he tensed. Unknown to me, my sexy stranger was fast advancing.
The stranger roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Fred. "I thought you said he was just a friend!"
Confusion kept me from answering right away. The declaration was so ridiculous that I couldn't understand why he made it. Then, upon considering my friend's arms around me when the stranger neared, I understood.
"Let go of him!" Fred shouted.
It was so strange to see two men fighting over me. I don't think I'll ever forget the eerie feeling of combined pride and disbelief.
I allowed the stranger to keep his hold on me, not trying to wrench free. "Fred was just hugging me while I cried. There's nothing between us."
His grip loosened as he looked down on me. "You cried? I made you cry?"
Why did I say it? I could have simply said that Fred was giving me a hug. Why did I bring up my tears?
Unfortunately, questions like those couldn't go unanswered. I lowered my eyes, "Yes...to both."
He gently pulled me against his chest, rubbing his hands along my spine. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm...I'm just...frightened. I never meant to hurt you."
The way he spoke to me made it seem like we were an old couple, instead of the strangers that we were.
"Harry? We'd better be getting home," Fred softly said.
Turning to him, I nodded. Then I returned my attention to the stranger, eyes still sparkling in the afternoon light. "I suppose I'll never see you again."
He shook his head. "No, you'll see me. Next week. There'll be another game, right? I'll meet you here. Until then," he leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead.
Seconds later, I watched turn away from me once more, but before he could leave, I asked, "What's your name?"
"Snape," he glanced over his shoulder, "Severus Snape."