"You win."
Harry glanced up slowly, wary of the voice and speaker. He was somewhat safe in the library, but he never knew what the witch would do, even if there were witnesses.
"What?"
Mia glared icily. "You win, Potter." She waved her hand as though he were an annoying fly. "I don't have time to waste on some petty rivalry, plus you're starting to grate on my nerves."
"So you're giving up just like that?" Harry asked dubiously. "You'll back off and let me handle Severus?"
"Yes." She hissed. "Besides, I've found myself another boyfriend, one who isn't confused about his sexuality."
He frowned; irritated that she had thrown Severus to the side so casually. "Who?"
The witch sniffed haughtily, as any Slytherin would do in the same situation. "He's in Ravenclaw if you must know, very smart of course, and handsome to boot."
Harry raised a curious brow despite himself. "And does this gorgeous catch have a name?" He prodded.
"Like I would tell you." Mia scowled. "You'll just try and steal him!"
"I'm not you Miyake." Harry deadpanned. Plus Ravenclaws are so not my type. Tall, dark and mysterious thank you very much!
The girl turned away. "Fine, it's Chang, though why I'm telling you I wonder."
A perplexed expression painted Harry's face. "As in Jin Chang?"
"Yes, so you've heard of him?" She grinned leeringly, an attempt to make him jealous. "He's the Ravenclaw seeker you know."
"Mm, yes." He shrugged. "But Severus is a much better catch in my opinion."
"Take him then." Mia sniffed. "I only admired him because of his skill in Potions, his looks are somewhat lacking."
Harry growled and flicked his wand angrily, suddenly hovering over the witch with a menacing glare.
"Take that back!"
Dark eyes widened. "You can't possibly tell me you actually like him! He's absolutely horrid, have you seen his hair?"
"Take. It. Back." Harry moved forward. "Not all of us are as shallow as you, Severus is wonderful and I won't have anyone talking bad about him."
She sneered. "Fine Potter, whatever. If you want to have an ugly git as a lover then be my guest, but when the rumors start flying, you'll be the one to blame." She turned away from him as the whispered hex left his lips.
A strange tingle raced up her spine and she turned accusingly toward Harry, who merely smirked and turned his attention away.
"Stupid Potter, can't even cast a correct spell." She muttered as she found nothing off about her body, she glanced over her shoulder. "And by the way, I will get you back for hexing me."
"I'm looking forward to it." Harry didn't glance up from his book.
Mia scowled at the lack of fear. Just watch Potter, you'll see how much damage I can do to your little reputation. She huffily left the library, book bag swinging on her arm.
A few students walked past her and snickered quietly in their haste. Harry smirked silently to himself as he turned to a picture of a Dragon torching a Basilisk, the images dancing in a dangerous game across the pages.
If Mia took the time to stop and check her reflection she would find a jade face staring back. The color of envy, in Harry's opinion, suited her nicely. There was also a high chance that no one would tell her of her predicament, she didn't have the reputation of being a goody goody after all.
He chuckled; he was having fun pretending to be a perfect Slytherin.
--- --- ---
"How dare you!"
Harry found himself angrily pushed against the wall as he was walking the corridors – having just left the library – the edge of a portrait dug into his spine as he scrambled for balance. He winced and stared up at his attacker, calmly though, already recognizing the tapered fingers clenched around his wrist.
"You know Severus; I told you I liked your hair better when it was tied up." Harry smiled, ignoring the seriousness of the situation. "Though you do look rather dashing when you're all riled up, your cheeks are flushed and your hair is a bit ruffled." He leaned forward, pressing his face closer to the hooked nosed teen. "You look like you've been having sex."
Severus tensed and almost released his bone crushing hold. Harry chuckled and Severus narrowed his already dispassionate gaze.
"I don't have time for your games." He practically hissed. "Do you know what happened not two minutes ago?" He demanded.
"Well actually I think it took you a bit longer then two minutes to find me from the dungeons Severus." Harry replied smartly. "But no, I don't know what has transpired; tell me if it makes you so happy, since you've obviously braved the staircases and halls to find me."
"Miyake dumped me, as you pathetic plebeians call it." Severus rattled the slight figure in annoyance.
"You're looking pretty pathetic there yourself Severus, being the one dumped and all." Harry then grimaced. "Why do you continuously use surnames when referring to women?"
"Because Potter, it is beneath me to use given names when the individual isn't worth my time." He leaned in closer, nose brushing against Harry's.
"At least I'm not the only one then. And I suppose it's all for the best in the end." Harry breathed, eyes lidded. "Now that Miyake is out of the picture, I can have you all for myself."
"Do you think of nothing else?" Severus began to pull away with frustration. "What makes you believe I would – "
"Save it."
He tugged on Severus' robes, unbalancing the taller boy and pulling him closer. The kiss was passionate, heated, needed.
It's been too long. Harry rubbed his leg against Severus' thigh, eliciting a wanting groan.
He knew this was wrong; he should hate Severus with a passion for all the shit he had been put through. But really, can you say no to the person you're smitten with, the first person you've ever liked? It's hard to deny them of their wants, and Harry was first to admit this.
His hands clutched the dark robes and leaned into the firm chest of his superior. By the feel of Severus' private areas, it had been way too long since they had last done anything of this sort.
Burning kisses and licks were trailed down across the tempting throat; Harry nipped and suckled on the smooth skin.
"Did you do this with Miyake?" He breathed heatedly against the flesh pressed against his lips. "Did you want her as much as I want you?"
Severus moved against the warmth pressed so enticingly close to him, the friction of their crotches rubbing together sending quick jolts of pleasure through his groin. He was going to loose his calm soon, he couldn't…not in front of Potter.
It took a lot of self-control to push away the writhing body. "No!" He huffed, clenching his eyes shut as he held the boy away with one hand. "I can't do this, not with you."
"Why?" Harry murmured, hands trailing across the arm holding him still. "We both want this, you know you do."
"Why?" Severus hissed desperately. "Why do you continue to do this to me? You and I are not right for each other Potter!"
Harry smiled sadly. "I don't expect you to understand." He shook his head. "But I've come to feel that I love you."
There was no sound to penetrate the tense silence.
"You know I do Severus." Harry's voice lost some of its strength. "I love you so – "
"Shut up."
The younger flinched in surprise. "Sever– "
"Don't say my name; it disgusts me when you say it." He spat, hardening his heart and pushing Harry away from his body. "You disgust me every time I am forced to look upon your face. I hate you." I can't feel anything towards him; it will only lead to hurt in the end.
"There's a fine line between – "
Severus scowled. "Love and hate, I know."
Harry frowned. "That's a Muggle phrase, how did you know of it?"
"You'd be surprised." Severus replied dryly. "So don't try to feed me your drivel about loving me, it's all a lie, a hormonal trick."
"No!" Harry said furiously. "It's not a trick, I do love you."
A dark head was shook. "You're too young for love, we both are, and I am too cold to open myself to you." It's better this way, if I ever let myself fall for him…no, it must end here.
"What do you want me to do to prove it to you?" Harry asked desperately. "Do you want me to tell the entire school, because I will if you give me a chance!"
"No."
Harry grabbed his hair in frustration, growling his confusion. "You're so – Merlin, you're a fucking coward! You're a worthless little snake with no backbone at all!"
Severus huffed angrily. "How dare – "
"How dare I?" Harry spat. "You Snape, you were the one who pushed me this far. I though that for once I could be happy, even if it was pretending to be something I wasn't. But you always have to rain on everyone's parade don't you; always have to have a storm cloud trailing behind you. I'm tired of it!"
"Then leave, wash your hands of me as I wish to do to you. You call me boneless and a coward, you're nothing but a Lion in Snake's clothing."
Emerald eyes narrowed. "Are we back to the pathetic Gryffindor taunts? I'll have you know that I was sorted into Slytherin."
"A fact which I cannot understand." Severus scoffed. "You bring shame to our House."
Harry stared incredulously at Snape. "Are you kidding me? After all that shit I did to prove myself? Was that nothing? Merlin, you don't even pretend to care, you want to know the reason I'm in Slytherin?" He glared. "Will that make you happy, to know why the Gryffindor wannabe is in your House?"
An uncaring hand was waved. "If it is worth hearing I suppose."
"I didn't want to be like James! I wanted to be different! Is that what you want to hear? That I don't want to be in my older brother's shadow?"
Severus laughed, loudly. A fool's excuse. "Poor little Harry."
Harry growled. "I didn't want to be known as James Potter's little brother! I want to be Harry for once, just Harry! Is that so much to ask for?"
"In this world it is." Severus shook his head in disgust. "You're pathetic Potter, why would I waste my time on you?"
A glimmer of something primal flashed in Harry's narrowed eyes as he stepped forward. "Because I've spent far too much on you."
He pinned Severus with his hungry gaze, hands reaching out and firmly grasping the robes hiding his form. Severus stiffened, in more places then one.
Harry continued to lean forward, hands insistent as they trialed burning paths across the stiff shoulders. "Please, let me prove it to you."
Severus swallowed thickly, eyes wide and surprised. This was most definitely not the boy he had agreed to date all those weeks ago. He leaned into the touch and groaned, finding that he didn't care at the moment who it was making him feel this way, only knowing that he didn't want it to stop anytime soon.
He nodded numbly. "Let's go."
--- --- ---
Within a dimly lit Room, two figures writhed in the shadows of desire. Harry was spread out beneath Severus, naked and wanting as he shifted and slid across the silken sheets of midnight.
"You want this so bad?" Snape growled, pointing to his obvious erection as he looked down at the lovely piece of flesh he had captured. "Is this what you really want?"
Harry's mouth opened, eyes glazing over. "Please." He whispered. Anything, just touch me before it's too late.
"Fine." Snape hissed, moving forward.
Harry was roughly pushed deeper into the mattress as Severus pulled his body on top of the slighter wizard's, breath panting as his eyes shone with lust.
"Be careful what you ask for Potter." He murmured once more in a sort of warning.
Harry's last chance to escape his fate.
He remained motionless and Severus took the invitation as it was meant. Harry responded to the touch and heat of his lover, bending and arching as his body was used by the lean youth. Snape was rough in his motions, hurtful as he took Harry's virginity. But the boy couldn't stop him, wouldn't.
He loved him too much.
That was why he remained silent as Severus continued to thrust into him, claiming his body. That was why he made no sound when his lover climaxed after his fucking, screaming Lily's name. That was also why he didn't argue when he was told to go back to his own dorm.
He loved him far too much…
Harry remained silent throughout everything, his heart unknowingly crumbling in his chest with every step he took away from the Room of Requirement. What he required was someone to hold him and love him, something that could not be given unwillingly.
All he wanted was to be loved in return…
AN: Well, I figured, Cho is annoying, and so is Mia, so why not have them related? I don't know if anyone caught that, but eh, oh well. Oh, and sorry for the weirdness of the second half, I needed to put that part somewhere so viola.
Reiko: I'm sorry to hear that and thank u for your opinion; u will be missed if u do decide to leave.
-Red