"The photos?" He asked breathlessly. Confused, Harry stepped closed, running his hands through the man's hair, soothing the obvious worry.
"Photos?"
"Don't play coy. The photos of me. Dancing," he hissed the last word out in a whisper, narrowing his eyes.
"Severus… I only took one photo."
*
Chapter 16
"… What?" Severus stiffened as the boy's reply hit him. Harry could just taste the tension in the air. He swallowed, hoping the news wouldn't have too bad an impact on their new, fragile relationship. The man before him seemed to be considering him, watching his every move with sharp eyes. He forced himself to meet them.
"I only took one photo," he repeated, hoping this would encourage the man to react a little more than he was. He was glad Severus wasn't exploding in rage, but he didn't think the silent observation was much better. He slid his hands from Severus' hair, down to his face, cupping slightly, before resting them on the strong shoulders.
*
Severus couldn't believe that this… Gryffindor had fooled him. Fooled him so completely as to actually get a date from him! It was so sneaky, so manipulative, so… Slytherin. He was impressed.
He decided to prolong the boy's agony, taking the opportunity to observe his features, ogling him, right in front of him, without the brat realising it. Eventually, he couldn't hold it in anymore. Harry had the most adorable look of fear on his face Severus had ever seen! He started to chuckle, the sound coming from deep within his chest.
*
Harry blinked. He looked back up at Severus, not daring to believe his ears. The man was laughing. He wasn't ripping him limb from limb, but laughing. He was relieved beyond comprehension. Severus Snape was laughing at him. That, he could live with.
"So… you're not angry?" He chanced a query, hoping this wouldn't prove the laughter to be about a fantasy of Severus standing over his bloodied, mangled corpse.
*
Severus stopped chuckling and regarded the boy for a moment, considering his words. Finally, he spoke. "You manipulated me. You used me. You deliberately lead me to believe you had more photographic evidence as to my… misdeeds." He paused, letting his student writhe for a moment longer. "No, Harry. I'm not angry." He brought his own hands up to cover each of Harry's. "I'm… proud. You did all of that for me. No one has ever gone to so much trouble for me before." He suddenly felt very awkward. He wasn't adept at baring his soul to another person. But, now was a good a time as any to get some practice. "You've shown me that despite your… enthusiastic, humorous pursuit of my affections, that you are… quite serious. And," he took a breath, hoping this wasn't the conclusion of some huge, elaborate prank to make him look like an even bigger fool than the past twenty or so days had already. "I concede defeat." He forced his eyes to remain locked with the boy's, daring to hope that this could be real.
Suddenly, he had his arms full of seventeen-year-old boy. His quick reflexes stopped the idiot adolescent from dropping to his arse as he flung himself, arms and legs, around Severus' torso. Their lips were crashed together in a bruising, passionate, sloppy kiss. It was the best kiss Severus had ever received. It was real and sincere and full of something he couldn't quite place… but he liked it. He liked kissing Harry Potter.
*
The dread Harry had been feeling was immediately gone as Severus' silky voice informed him of his victory. He'd never been happier.
He wrapped his arms around the man's neck, his legs around the skinny waist, thankful for the strong arms automatically catching him, preventing him from landing on his arse. He plunged his tongue into the Potions Master's mouth, tasting every inch he could find. He was aware of drool being spread over both their mouths and probably gushing out, down their chins, creating a puddle on the steps of the Entrance, but he didn't care. He didn't care that they could be caught by Filch at any time. All he did care about was finally having the man of his dreams being attached to him at the mouth and hips. He was, he decided, the luckiest man in the world.
Soon, they parted, breathing deeply; Severus still holding Harry against him. They rested their foreheads together, their eyes closed, as they took a moment to gather their composure.
Finally, Harry untangled his limbs from the lust-inducing body of his date, wincing at the pop of one of his hips.
*
"Bed, I think," said Severus, casually wiping the saliva from his chin.
"Yours or mine?" Asked Harry, a cheeky grin on his adorably-flushed face. Severus almost groaned, tempted to whisk the boy away and thoroughly debauch him all night.
"Brat," he mock-glared, "You will return to your dormitory and I will return to my chambers." With that, he opened the large, oak doors, and pushed Harry through, ahead of him. "Good night, Potter."
**
Harry grinned, bolting down to breakfast as fast as he could. He wanted to get a seat as close to the staff table as possible. He wanted to be as close to Severus as he could. He didn't know why, but he wasn't about to argue about it.
When he seated himself at the sparsely-occupied table, he glanced up, making sure Severus was actually there. He was. He was looking right at Harry, a smirk on his pale, gorgeous face. Harry grinned and winked, lifting his cup of coffee to the grumpy old bugger. Bugger… God, I hope so… he snorted into his coffee, earning himself a few odd looks. Ignoring them, he shovelled food into his mouth at a pace Ron would be proud of. And, by the time said Weasley dragged himself out of bed, Harry was done eating, just finishing his third cup of coffee. Oh, boy, was he going to be buzzing. Luckily, he had Potions that day. And, hopefully, detention.
*
Severus watched as Harry finished his third cup of coffee. He mentally groaned, just knowing the little shit would be hyped up all day. He was going to earn himself a detention, he assumed. And, as usual, he looked forward to being the one to dish it out. But, this time, for entirely different reasons.
The rest of the day went by in a slow, torturous way for Severus. His class with Harry seemed like it was an age away. For once, he looked forward to it. If only to give his Mutt detention.
Finally, it was time for his lesson with Harry. He suppressed a grin, striding from the Great Hall to meet his class. He was going to provoke the Gryffindor into a detention. He knew just how to do it.
"Today, my fortunate little knuckle-draggers," he began as they seated themselves, "you will not be brewing. You will be reading the eighty-three pages in your text book dedicated to the properties and uses of boxwood in all useful forms. You will take detailed notes. Next week, you will need those notes. The potion you are to be brewing consists only of boxwood in several of those forms, each preparation method eliciting a different use. All for the one potion. Get to it." He smirked, seating himself at his desk as they groaned and took out their textbooks. All except Harry. Just as he was counting on it, the caffeine in his now-favourite Gryffindor, had not yet completely gone. And, the boy was restless. Perfect. Instead of reading the set chapter, Harry was playing with his athame, carving random patterns into the desk, it seemed. Severus' smirk broadened as he stood, sweeping to his mostly-predictable student's side. He cleared his throat, earning a startled twitch and a slight hitching of the boy's breath.
"Mr Potter," he began, "would you care to explain to me exactly why you have deemed the chapter on boxwood to be unworthy of your time? And," he paused for affect, "why you are vandalising my work bench with… hearts?" He added that last word as a small form of revenge, knowing it was kind of petty, but… he was entitled to something.
"Sorry, Sir," said the brat in a knowing voice, "But I don't feel well. I'm a little… restless," he boldly stated, meeting Severus' gaze. "And, they aren't hearts. They're… kidneys." He smirked, the look in his eyes daring Severus to do his worst.
"Very well, Mr Potter," he drawled, folding his arms, "you can work out your restlessness in detention, tonight. At six o'clock, I expect to see you in my office," He paused, raising an eyebrow to see if Harry would fight back. "And fifty points from Gryffindor for not only vandalism of school property, but for blatant disrespect for an authority figure and failure to follow instructions." He glided away, not waiting for a response this time. He had what they both wanted.
*
Still a little jittery from the coffee, Harry stuffed his face with some pilfered food as he made his way to Severus' office, purposefully five minutes late. He liked it when the man was ruffled. It made him a little more… dominant. Harry shivered at the thought of Severus being dominant.
Pushing the door open, without knocking, he strutted into Severus' office, still munching on a caramel tart. Smirking at the memory the name of his confection brought forth, he sat on Severus' desk, swinging his legs back and forth until the man looked up from his book.
"You're late," he growled, marking his place. "Were this detention real, I would have your hide."
"Well," laughed Harry, "Do you want it anyway?" He wiggled his eyebrows, waiting for the innuendo to sink in to his clueless professor's head. The resulting blush was priceless. Harry didn't think it was possible for this man's cheeks to colour. But colour they did, in a beautiful pink, gracing only a patch on each cheek. God, he's gorgeous, thought Harry.
"Potter, remove your mind from the gutter!" He hid his face in his hands for a moment before glaring at the cheeky little bastard perched on his desk.
"Where do you want it, then?"he asked innocently, sliding from the desk, onto Severus' lap.
"On your detention. You will be taking notes like you should have been in class."
"But I thought this wasn't a real detention?" Harry mock-pouted, wanting things to progress a lot differently. He didn't think he could wait for the usual 'three-date' period Hermione had told him about. That could take weeks. He decided he couldn't wait that long. He was horny, now.
*
Severus was a little bewildered by Harry's sudden forwardness. He wasn't used to people speaking or acting like that towards him. He was at a loss for what to do. The young man in his lap was practically telling him to take him. Right there. He couldn't have that.
"Harry," he murmured, turning his face so the boy's kiss landed on his cheek instead. "No," he took the smaller hands in his own, looking at them thoughtfully before answering the unasked questions. "We just went on our first date. I have only just let myself… realise how I feel about you. Surely this is too soon?" He wasn't sure. He'd never courted before.
To his embarrassment, his answer was a laugh. A laugh. He looked up, his apprehension plain on his face.
"Severus," he couldn't hold back a grin, apparently, "we should take it at our own pace. We can move as fast as we feel is right for us." He brought his hands to hold the man's head still. His kiss on-target that time around. "I was told that three dates is usually the minimum amount of time before anything sexual really happens. But, I think I'm going to ignore that in lieu of my current state." He ground his hips against Severus', alerting the man to… 'his current state'. Severus groaned, feeling his own crotch react to the lewd demonstration.
"Harry… I…" he was cut off, another kiss otherwise occupying his mouth.
When the kiss ended, he found his worries slipping away. Harry was right. They didn't have to answer to anyone for the pace of their relationship. They both wanted each other now. And that was good enough for Severus.
He stood abruptly, making sure he had a firm hold on his… lover. With one hand on Harry's arse, the other flinging Floo Powder into the fireplace, he brought them to his rooms, not wishing their first time together to be on any surface of his office. He didn't know how sanitary it would be…
As soon as Harry released him, Severus found himself reclaiming the boy's lips, both tearing at each other's clothes, impatiently.
*
When they were finally naked, Harry couldn't help but push Severus away, curious as to what the other man looked like without his clothes. He didn't feel self-conscious, as he always thought he would for his first time. And he was thankful for that. Especially seeing how Severus looked like he wanted to cover himself, but refused to appear the blushing virgin.
"Severus?" He stepped closer, allowing their penises to touch lightly. He thought the proximity would ease his partner's mind somewhat. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He made sure to hold eye contact this time.
"Of course I'm sure, Potter. I just… am not used to being scrutinized so closely." He looked and sounded loathe to admit his discomfort.
"Are you a virgin?" Harry was surprised at this sudden possibility.
"Of course not, you fool. Even I can afford a whore or two." The wonderfully-familiar, snarky sarcasm was back, and Harry was grateful. He wanted this to be a good memory for the both of them, not an awkward one.
"Wonderful," he said, backing them up towards the bed, wrapping his arms around Severus once more. "Because one of us needs to know what to do," he grinned, pushing the man to his back.
"Cheeky little brat," said Severus, relaxing slightly, reaching up for a kiss. "I've only been with women," he flopped back down in an un-Severus way. "But I have the theory. Are you ready to put it to practise?" He arched an elegant brow, obviously feeling more comfortable. Harry laughed, finding Severus' dry humour comforting. In an odd way.
"Yes, sir," he mocked, resting his forehead against his teacher's.
*
Harry found himself being swiftly manoeuvred onto his back, his arms still around Severus' neck, as they kissed. He could feel the other man's heavy arousal pressing into his own. The thought excited him even more, making him buck unconsciously. It was slow and torturous. He didn't know whether to feel impatient or touched. I wish I felt 'touched'… groaning at his awful puns, he raked his blunt nails down his lover's back, urging him on.
Severus seemed to like this. He groaned into the kiss before pulling away, his eyes sparkling with lust, as Harry had never seen before.
"Keep that up, Potter, and you will find this experience cut short," he growled, before attaching his lips, his teeth, to Harry's neck in teasing nips and kisses.
Moaning, Harry wrapped his legs around Severus' waist, wanting more contact every moment they were together.
Soon, however, he had to unwrap his legs, allowing the other man access to the rest of his body, as he kissed his way down Harry's torso.
Harry's breath hitched when the warmth of his teacher's mouth encased his left nipple, sucking it to a hardened peak.
"Oh, Severus," he arched into a harsh suck. "Sev," he whined when he was nipped. God, this was good.
*
Severus could not summon words to adequately describe the taste of the young man beneath him. The best he could come up with was 'divine'. He teased the boy's nipples, loving each explosive reaction he received for his efforts. He was especially fond of the mewls and hair-tugs he got when he licked them before nipping them harshly, almost biting. He especially loved the feeling of Harry's hands urging him down, wanting him to take the boy in his mouth. No one had ever shown him a want like this before. He obliged, happily, making his way down to his student-cum-lover's leaking penis. It looked absolutely tantalizing.
He slid down, off the bed, kneeling before it, and moaned around the length, enveloping most of it in his mouth with one move. The low, growling moan coming from the young man beneath him made his own arousal twitch impatiently. He brought his hands up to grasp the bony hips, holding them firmly, preventing them from bucking and choking him. He slowly brought his head back up, sucking hard, providing as much pressure as he could the whole way. He dragged his tongue along the underside, swirling it around the head as he pulled away completely.
"Severus! Oh, God…" his young lover was the picture of perfection, in his opinion, as he pushed himself up enough to watch as the boy squeezed his eyes closed, taking deep breaths. The messy black hair against his freshly-changed white sheets was so enticing… the red, swollen lips so tempting. He leant back in for another kiss, never tiring of the taste of a one Harry Potter.
Once more, his mouth descended upon the drippingly beautiful, flushed, erect penis before him. He didn't think he would ever tire of this taste. He bobbed his head several times, forcing himself to breathe through his nose for as long as possible. He gripped what he couldn't fit in his mouth with his hand, the other still holding those delectable hips down. He pumped a few times, applying a few teasing twists and squeezes as he trailed his teeth along the sensitive shaft. He rather liked 'giving head'. He didn't mind the taste… and he certainly didn't mind bringing pleasure to his lover. Especially if said lover rewarded him with sounds like this.
*
Harry moaned and writhed, trying to keep his hips from bucking too much. He didn't want to make Severus gag. He wanted this to continue for as long as possible. Sadly, Severus had other ideas. He withdrew his mouth and his hands. Only to grip Harry's legs behind his knees and bring them to hook over his shoulders. What is he…ohhh!
Suddenly, a warm, wet little appendage had been swiped along his crack, teasingly dipping over his pucker before continuing its journey up. He'd never felt anything so… naughty in his life! He loved it! He wanted more. He spread his knees a little wider, pushing himself up, towards that usually dripping-with-sass mouth. He was rewarded with that tongue returning, bringing teeth with it. The teeth nibbled his hole, coaxing it to relax enough so the tongue could wriggle its way inside.
As Severus tasted his insides, Harry let out a rather pathetic whimper. This felt so good! He brought his hands to Severus' hair once more, fisting it in his rapture. He tightened his knees around the man's shoulders, trying not to buck too much.
*
When Severus deemed the boy ready, he pulled away, standing only to lay back over his companion once more.
"Why'd you stop?" came the breathless question.
"As much as I enjoyed that, I thought," he cupped the boy's face, placing a kiss on the sweet lips, "I would progress the evening's activities," he smirked at the deadpan look he received, knowing his usual vocabulary and manner probably shouldn't be used in the bedroom after such activities. His smirk broadened when a kiss was pressed to his lips.
"So, you enjoy kissing my arse?" Harry joked, snorting slightly.
"In this context, yes," Severus mock-scowled, bringing a hand to pinch a nipple quite harshly. "Insolent boy," he growled, taking another kiss.
"You love me, admit it," Harry teased, grinning. "You know," he continued, more seriously, "I love you," he initiated a slower, more sincere kiss. "You're such a wonderful person. I know you don't like people to know that, but…" he grinned, placing soft kisses all over Severus' face. "Just thought you should know how much I like you." This earned the boy a roll of the eyes. "Too corny?"
"Quite."
"You don't like corn?"
"No. I find it usually comes buried within a pile of shit," came the dry remark with a raised brow. Harry just roared with laughter as Severus went about, beginning to prepare him more thoroughly. The laughter turned to moans and gasps as fingers were slicked with a spell and eased into his anus one at a time, occasionally hitting his sensitive prostate. He tightened his arms around Severus, holding him close, kissing his neck appreciatively.
"Oh, Severus… Ohhh," he moaned as the three slick fingers were withdrawn. The wet sound making him shudder in unexpected delight.
Suddenly, a voice sounded from Severus' living room. The door was not closed. Gasping, Severus pulled away from Harry, hushing him with a look as he quickly donned his bathrobe.
He hurried out into the living room before the Headmaster could come in and discover his favourite student in a compromising position with his Potions Master.
Apparently, the old man wanted to see if Severus was able to brew a potion. Rolling his eyes, Severus had informed the man that "Yes, of course I am able to brew it, you daft old coot," before dismissing him, rather rudely, to hurry back to a far more welcome distraction hiding in his bedroom.
When the Potions Master returned, he found his bed occupied by a sleeping young man, snuggled into his blankets and pillows. Sighing, he removed his robe and slid in, next to his impossibly arousing lover. Finally, he'd come crashing down from the caffeine high.
***
AN: Lol… Gods, I'm evil.