My fingers scraped along bare skin and his hips pushed into mine in response. I slid his shirt up and off his body giving my hands better access. My brain had completely left me at this point, too dumbstruck to process what was going on. I pulled hard on his lower lip before sucking on it to bring blood to its surface. Potter moaned again and my hips jerked in response. My fingers slithered down his back to grab his ass firmly. His body arched as he pushed himself against my hands, his mouth opening again to moan but no sound coming out.
It felt like he was everywhere; warmth spreading so quickly it set me on fire before I knew what had happened. That heat churned through me and then upwards in one great motion, spilling forth from my mouth in an inarticulate moan. His teeth nipped down my neck and his fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt. He made a noise of frustration against my skin.
"Too many buttons," he panted.
My eyes flutter opened and my hands went to his instantly, "Potter," I gasped out. "Stop this, this, whatever this is."
Those eyes flickered towards mine, the green darkened by lust. "But why, Snape? It's so good." He half whined half panted his words as his hips shifted against mine, and I bit back a moan.
My body screamed in agreement with Potter's words, yes, you fucking bastard why stop now? Stop after it's done! My mind screamed, former student you old pervert! Not to mention the bloody savior of the wizarding world.
My eyes widened as the weight of the situation fell into place. I shoved him off me as though he were a diseased animal and ran from the room. I knew I look disheveled so I ran faster past Granger and the younger Weasley brat. My heart was pounding in my chest, my lips felt swollen and bruised, and my arousal pulsed as a painful reminder of my lack of control.
I slammed my door shut behind me and placed every locking and silencing charm I could muster on the room. I sank to the floor and drew my knees up to my chest, my adrenaline still pushing my mind into overdrive. What in the hell did I just do? I asked myself. I believe you just attempted to bugger the boy-who-lived, who is also your rival's son, and the boy you've been risking your neck for on a daily basis if I'm not mistaken. Shut up! I hissed. Now I'm talking to myself, this just keeps getting better.
I drew in several deep breaths and pictured a naked, dancing Filch. My arousal died immediately, disgusted with my imagination. I ran a shaky hand over my lips slowly. Had I really just been pressed against Potter acting worse than a hormonal teenager? At least Potter was a hormonal teenager; I, on the other hand, had no excuse for my behavior.
After what seemed like hours I had rationalized myself into a state of calm. I lifted the silencing and locking charms and sat on my bed. There was no way I was going out there to possibly face a death of being ripped limb from limb by one Remus Lupin. That would be a marvelous way to go out.
"Why, hello, Remus. Oh, did Harry tell you about me absolutely ravishing him downstairs just a bit ago? Why, Remus, you're snarling and foaming at the mouth there. What do you mean I'm about to feel more pain than I ever have before? Why are you holding a broken bottle?"
A knock came at the door suddenly and I almost fell off the bed, my adrenaline kicking back in.
"What?" I snapped, hoping I sounded irritable enough to scare the person off.
"Can I come in?" Potter's voice sounded timid yet determined all at once.
My eyes widened in horror. What was I supposed to say? No, you cannot enter this room that you are letting me stay in, in your godfather's house, which he left to you, which you gave to the Order. No, I bloody well refuse. Instead I croaked out an, "Enter," in my best go-and-die-please-voice.
He came in and shut the door behind him, putting a locking and silencing spell in his wake. My eyebrow arched at the similarity to myself in him. When had any Potter ever thought ahead? This must be a new habit; he certainly didn't display this trait before. He shot me a funny look as though he was reading my mind and I shot him one back.
"Look, about what happened, er, downstairs. I'm not going to apologize. I'm not sorry it happened. Unless you didn't want it to, then I suppose I'm sorry I, er, forced myself on you. Well, even then I'm really not all that sorry because I'd wanted to do that for a while. Well, that's not true either because after you killed Albus I wasn't too keen on the idea, but then you're innocent so I don't know. I'm going to shut it now because you look even more lost than when I started."
"In all honesty I'm amazed you have that kind of lung capacity and yet none has extended to your brain capacity. Potter, what on earth would ever make you feel like I was attracted to you?" He opened his mouth to retort and I cut him off, "Don't bother, Potter, any excuse would be a lame attempt. You need to rid yourself of this delusional fantasy before you end up in St. Mungos."
His face flushed a bright red and he drew himself to full height, "Delusional! I'm not the only one who reacted, Snape. You can't tell me your hard prick pressing against mine was part of a delusional fantasy. And if your moans were any indication of you being attracted to me then…"
I cut him off again, stormed forward in full glare mode, backing Potter against the wall. "You egotistical little prat! You think I'm some part of your little fan club? Drooling over you as you pass by, hoping and dreaming for the day you'll fuck me senseless? Who do you think I am, have you forgotten I am your former Professor and many years your elder. And shall I throw in the extra flounce of my being a Death Eater, Potter?"
Yet, my face was once again inches from his. His gaze was turning from angered to aroused, his mouth parting to take a sharp breath. Suddenly heat overtook me again as his mouth devoured my own. His hands pulled me closer to him and my body had his pinned this time. His legs wrapped around my waist and he moaned into my mouth as he ground against my hips. I was fighting a losing battle, my arousal overtaking my shock and anger.
His shirt was the first thing to go again, the damn cloth getting in my way. I bent my head quickly and bit a soft nipple; my actions rewarded with a low cry. I bit and sucked on the other one before biting up to his collarbone and upward still. My tongue darted out against the hollow of his neck and he writhed against me.
His fingers flew again to my shirt buttons and he quickly unbuttoned the first half of my shirt. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged my head upward so my lips met his again. He growled and worried my bottom lip with his teeth. His mouth left mine and traveled down my neck, scraping his teeth along its path.
He murmured along my skin as he went, "No, I don't think you as part of my fan club. You keep my head in check and genuinely care for me. You'd never admit anything like that, but I can see it. You care if I live or die not only because I'm the damned boy-who-lived, but because you've grown used to my annoyances. And you're a spy for the Order, so you're a reformed Death Eater. You can throw anything you want at me, but I'm incredibly stubborn, and I'm not going anywhere. I want this, I want you."
His hands had stilled and his legs had lowered back to the floor and at once the tension in the room became thicker. He stared up at me with an expectant gaze and a determined set to his jaw. I inhaled sharply and turned to walk back to my bed. I plopped onto it and stared at the floor.
"Potter, this is just, cabin fever, or perhaps you've been eating spoiled food. I have nothing to offer you." I glanced up harshly, "Not that I ever would."
He half smirked and crossed the room to sit next to me, "Snape, if it were cabin fever or spoiled food, wouldn't I have jumped someone else by now? As for what you'd never offer me, there are plenty of things I could name." His smirk grew wider, "I'd settle for a chance right now though."
I shook my head and stared at him as if he had sprouted wings before me, "You really do need to be hospitalized, Potter, you've lost the little thing you call a mind."
He squeezed my hand and kissed my cheek, "I'll take that for a yes then, seeing as you didn't hex me into oblivion. I'm going to leave you to yourself; if you, er, want me…heh…I'll be downstairs."
He rose and lifted the locking and silencing charms and opened the door. Weasley fell into the room looking mortified at having been caught. Potter helped him to his feet and closed the door while talking about something called extendable ears.
My brain attempted to process what had happened and what I had not just agreed to with Potter. I fell back against the bed and was asleep before I could even reflect on what had happened.