Cursing, Harry swept up the last bit of feathers and owl droppings from the Owlery. There was no light as the sun had set a couple of hours ago, but for a small flickering candle that Filch had allowed him since he wasn't supposed to use magic to help him clean or see. Laying the sweep broom against the wall, he blew out the candle and left the Owlery, descending a couple flights of stairs down into a darkened hallway.

Exhausted, he plodded tiredly down the hallway, trying to keep his eyes open. He stumbled on some uneven stone, but didn't feel like pulling out his wand for some light. A cresant moon sent a few shafts of moonlight from the windows he passed, but not enough to make much of a difference. Hearing soft breathing sounds ahead of him, Harry stopped and looked up. He could just make out the dark silhouette of Severus Snape, his potions teacher.

"Hello, Potter." Snape said, his voice like silk running over smooth skin. Harry groaned inwardly, really not wanting to be in a dark corridor with Snape. With a rustling and whispering of his robes, Snape closed the distance between himself and Harry, reaching out a long-fingered hand and grasping the back of Harry's neck and bringing his aquiline nose so close that it was almost touching the tip of Harry's own nose.

Harry stiffened and his heart started beating very fast.

"P-Professor?" He managed to say, swallowing. Snape's cold hand against his neck sent shivers down his spine, but he didn't dare to try to remove it.

"Why are you wandering the halls, Potter? It's past your bedtime." He said softly, locking eyes with Harry, who wanted to reach for his wand, but couldn't quite work up the courage.

"I was heading for bed, Professor. I just finished detention with Filch." He said in explanation.

Snape's fingers ran up the back of Harry's neck and into his hair, causing him, once again, to shiver unwillingly. Snape, noting Harry's reaction, smiled and licked his lips hungrily.

"I've been wanting to find you like this, Harry. Alone and in the dark." Snape said, his voice low and seductive. Harry frowned in the darkness.

Why was Snape so close and so...seductive? The last thing he thought he wanted was to be seduced by the Potions Master. Backing Harry against a wall, Snape pinned Harry there with his body. Removing his hand from Harry's hair, Snape traced a finger around Harry's neck and down his chest. Harry found himself responding to Professor Snape's treatment. He relaxed a little, eager to see what would come next. Snape, his hand now resting on Harry's cheek, leaned even closer and kissed Harry's lips, softly, teasingly, then he pulled away.

Harry, whose eyes were closed, opened them when Snape had stopped. He looked up at the Potions Master, still a bit confused at these feelings and sensations that his least favorite teacher was giving him. Harry could feel the hard stone wall pressing into his back as Snape pressed his body even closer to Harry's. Taking his hand from Harry's cheek, he put a finger under Harry's chin and tilted his head upward as to better reach his lips.

"I never imagined how delicious you would be, Potter." Snape said, lustfully closing his mouth over Harry's again and kissing him harder and deeper. A moan of pleasure escaped Harry's lips and he felt his legs weaken and a tingling sensation in the lower parts of his body. So far he had just stood there as Professor Snape had his way with him, but now, Harry figured it was safe enough to be more active in this...what could he call it? This lesson.