Harry is up to something, Severus thought. I don't know what it is, but he's definitely up to something. The Slytherin sat alone in front of his fireplace, contemplating his lover's behavior of late. Fingers laced together and his elbows resting on the arms of the chair, he watched the flames.
"What are you up to?" he asked aloud.
Sighing, he opened the book that had been lying on the table beside him. He stared at the page for several minutes, not reading a single word. Then with a grunt, he slammed the book back on his table and stood.
"What are you up to, Harry?" he paced. "Why has it been three nights since you've warmed my bed? Why do I never see you anymore, except in class? And even then, you avoid eye contact!" Rubbing his forehead, he closed his eyes, "Please, don't leave me."
The clock chimed, alerting Severus of the time. "And to the Great Hall I go. Be there, Harry."
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Brooding in his quarters, Snape continued to think about Harry. From the faculty table, Severus had easily kept track of all the students in the Hall. Scanning the masses, he searched for one in particular; however, once again, he was disappointed. Where was Harry?
"The boy is so thin, he can't afford to miss another meal," he massaged the bridge of his nose.
Instantly standing at the sound of feet outside, he moved towards the door just as a note slipped through the thin crack below. He threw open the door, desperately hoping that Harry would be in the hallway, but there was no one. After closing the door, he picked up the note, then returned to his seat.
He read the scrawl aloud, "Severus, I need to speak with you tomorrow. I'll be by at teatime. Harry." Dropping the note, Snape held his head in his hands. "Then this is it. It's already over."
There he stayed the rest of the night.
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Severus set out the tea on the table, solemnly awaiting Harry's arrival. Being a Saturday, many of the students were about, therefore, he wouldn't have to worry about any interruptions. However, with the news that he was expecting, Snape thought that he would quickly be missing those bothersome disruptions.
A knock, right on time. Harry let himself in, one hand in his pocket, and immediately sat down beside the tea. Severus remained standing for a moment, bustling about the room.
From behind Snape, he heard, "Are you going to sit?"
He'd prolonged it as long as he could, but now Severus had to sit and take the horrible news he was convinced was coming. "Well, spit it out."
Harry didn't appear the slightest bit frazzled by his lover's short order. He simply picked up his teacup. "I poured the tea. Just the way you like it."
Snape kept his eyes on Harry while picking up his cup. Taking a quick drink, he set it back down. "Now, what did you wish to speak about?"
"Not yet. Don't you want to finish your tea?"
Gritting his teeth, Severus answered, "No." Suddenly, flames were growing within him; he could feel sweat beading on his forehead. Spreading his legs, his hand unconsciously fell to cup his swelling penis.
"Just as well," Harry smirked, "Severus, you look a little flushed. Are you feeling alright?"
Snape wanted to respond, but couldn't seem to focus on anything, except how delicious his visitor was looking. And much to his delight, this visitor was blatantly staring between Severus' thighs. Following Harry's gaze, Snape noticed that his hips were moving on their own accord.
"Wh-what?" the older man managed. When he turned back to Harry, he found the young Gryffindor was standing just before him.
Harry spread his legs wide and slowly lowered himself onto his lover's lap. "This is called a lust potion, much like the one you gave me. I slipped it into your tea." His finger lightly traveled down Snape's chest, circling around his nipples, then disappearing into his trousers. "Now, it's your turn to beg for me. It's only fair."
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The look that Snape gave him at that moment was perfect; it was a mixture of desire, surprise, and plain, unabated fury. However, what was even better was Severus' lack of speech. His mouth continued to move, but no words came out. That potion was working even better than Harry had hoped.
"Speechless, Severus?" The young Gryffindor smirked as he watched Snape's hand reach up to tease his nipples, but just before contact, Harry pulled his professor's hand away. "10 points from Slytherin." Potter inched closer until his erection was touching the older man's. "Don't make me restrain you," he whispered against Snape's lips.
"I-I'd..." Severus panted.
"You've found your voice?" he paused a moment for any kind of verbal response, "I suppose not." Harry had to laugh at the role-reversal. Even when he'd been planning this scheme, he hadn't dreamed it would be so enjoyable to see Snape totally losing control. He leaned forward to nibble on the skin just below Snape's ear, and immediately felt his lover's penis pushing back against his even harder.
Potter leaned back, one side of his mouth elevated, "Looks like you're ready, Severus." He shoved his tongue between his lover's lips, relishing the way Snape submitted so easily. Offhanded, he wondered if this is what Snape felt like when Harry had been so willing to give himself, but decided that it was not the time to think about it.
It took a good bit of self-control, but he pulled back. "I'll be going now. See you tonight."
Pushing himself up, Harry ran his tongue over his lower lip before heading to the door, memorizing the desperate hunger on Snape's face. "Severus, be careful when you torture people, you never know when they'll take their revenge." Once the door was closed behind him, Harry jumped for joy, but his aching penis cut his celebration short. Only slightly wincing, he glanced back at the door, "Let's see how you like dealing with a hard-on that won't go away."
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