Advanced warning: sorry for the jibe at the Swiss in the middle, it isn't a jibe at the Swiss, just at my editor.
Also this is where the "action" begins so, if you fear... pleasurable things... please beware and start to miss chunks of text near the end.
"Don't you really like that restaurant at the top of Marvel?"
"Did you have a good time with Toni?"
"Do you like your bread seedless?"
Harry tried one question after another but none could get Severus to talk. The only response he got was when he asked Severus which bread he preferred. Severus had grunted and pointed at the seedless bread on the counter.
"Say something Snape, or else I'm going to feel like a right twit."
"We're going out tonight."
"Thank you for letting me know."
Severus laughed, "I wouldn't have bothered, Potter, were it not for the fact that if you go out looking like that I will have to pretend I don't know you."
Harry scowled and threw off his shirt, reaching for his deodorant on the counter.
"And don't spray those chemicals near the food," said Severus without even looking up from his book.
Harry made his way out onto the balcony. He heard his sharp intake of breath echo back at him when the cold air hit his bare chest. He quickly sprayed himself and went back inside.
"Squid, it's cold," Harry said, rubbing his arms as he re-entered, shutting the door.
"Of course it is you dolt. It's the middle of winter, and you're not wearing anything."
"I am," said Harry indignantly, pulling at the band of the leather trousers Toni had given him.
Severus looked at him, "And they qualify as clothes?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "They look more like a bondage aid to me."
Harry snorted.
"What's so amusing?" Severus asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Just when I was eleven… I could… I could never have imagined this." Harry said spluttering.
"Only at eleven, Potter? I've spent my whole life avoiding imagining this kind of situation."
Harry couldn't help it. He burst into huge guffaws of laughter as Severus looked at him blankly.
"Your sense of humour is somewhat superficial isn't it Potter?"
This only caused Harry to laugh harder, now at the look on Severus' face.
The microwave pinged and Harry tried to make his way over to it, still laughing. He stumbled and fell over the sofa onto the floor.
Severus let out a loud grating bark, one that might be called a laugh.
Harry laughed at Severus and Severus cackled at Harry until neither were quite sure what was funny anymore.
They stopped when they could find no excuse to carry on, leaving an awkward silence.
Harry quickly scuffled to get everything together and brought dinner over to the table.
"So," Harry cleared his throat, "Where are we going tonight?"
"Toni and Hermione invited us.,they said Frizz would pick us up. We're going clubbing. They said it was our type of club. I assume they mean that the people there have some class, and the women wear skirts as opposed to belts."
"Sounds fun," said Harry absentmindedly, secretly resenting any woman, regardless of what they were wearing, if they turned Severus on.
"What's for dinner?"
"Raclette. It's a French dish, composed of cheese, potatoes and ham."
"Is there any French dish that isn't comprised of those three ingredients?"
(Editor: Actually, it's Swiss and there are very few Swiss meals that aren't comprised of these ingredients, which is how you can tell. Although the word raclette does come from the French verb "racler", meaning to scrape.)
"Snails, frogsickles and some of their puddings."
Severus pulled a disgusted face as he pulled some cheese and potatoes onto his plate.
"It's all cold," he complained.
"Ah, but not for long," Harry said mysteriously.
He bent down to pull a large stone contraption from a plastic bag near the door.
"In future Potter, please refrain from bending over in those trousers, they do stretch worryingly tight across your backside."
Harry ignored the comment and pulled out a huge stone slab from the bag.
"Potter, even ham and cheese if preferable to a rock."
Harry again ignored him and pulled out a large metal contraption, hearing Severus mutter something that sounded like 'this is getting ridiculous, and proceeded to plug the stove into the wall.
"We put the ham and cheese on mini trays and cook it, then we eat,"
"Potter, we aren't primeval. And why did you have the microwave on?"
"To lull you into a false sense of security."
"I cannot imagine how insecure I would be about you making me fry ham on a rock," Severus said sarcastically, throwing a piece of ham onto the stove to fry, "and why did you get so much cheese?"
"I ordered enough for two people."
"Are you sure you said deux and not dix? Your French skills are questionable."
"I'm sure I said two. I even held up my fingers. Even the Swiss couldn't have got it wrong,"
"Then why is there so much?"
"Maybe it's not a very heavy meal?"
"It's cheese and potato, Potter, how lightweight can it be?"
There was a comfortable silence for a while as they ate their first helping of melted cheese.
"Um, I was thinking, maybe we could call each other by our first names from now on."
"Why would we do that Potter?"
"Because..." Harry said in a parody of the lamest come-back ever.
"I'll tell you what Potter, no first names, that is far too personal, but we won't treat each other like crap from now on. We will respect each other. That means no tying me to the bed, or putting any funny spells on me or telling me what to do."
"This seems a very one-sided deal to me."
"In return I will try not to insult the little intelligence you have and stay here with out being forced."
Purely on the basis that he was sick of getting woken up every morning (not the fact that Severus would no longer insult him, he told himself angrily) Harry agreed.
"Shake," he said holding out his hand.
Severus thought and then shook (it was only a Muggle shake after all).
Harry clasped Severus' hand, and after a slightly prolonged shake, he found himself not wanting to let go. He didn't slip his fingers through the grasp, he merely held it. Severus made no move to let go of Harry either.
Before Harry had realised what he was doing he was leaning towards Severus, his eyes fluttering. Severus' lips parted.
Closer, closer, Harry could smell Severus' breathe, hot spicy and addicting. An inch, less, almost touching.
Harry felt a cold sweep over him
No not Harry, please, not Harry!
Stand aside you silly girl, stand aside, now!
Not Harry, please no, take me! Kill me instead – have mercy!
Screaming and cackling laughter filled Harry's ears as he wrenched his hand from Severus' and ran to the window, white fog swirling all around his vision.
"Did you feel it?"
"What Potter?"
Harry leant out onto the balcony and looked around puzzled, his vision now clear, his senses normal as ever, the echoing voice gone from his head.
"The col... never mind, let's eat."
Harry and Severus spent the rest of their meal in silence, Harry only half wondering about the cold that had crept up his spine.
SSHP SSHP SSHP
A sharp knock at the door broke the silence that Harry and Severus had fallen into.
Harry quickly let the owl holding another letter to Hermione go and went to answer the door.
"Hi," Frizz beamed across the threshold at him, looking, if possible, more bizarre than usual. She was wearing a bright orange bobble hat and a green raincoat over white jeans and leopard print Wellington boots. "Time to go."
Harry pulled on his tight leather jacket and dragged Severus out to the car, trying to ignore his victim's mutterings of 'You're daring to go out with her while she is looking like that?' and 'If I see anyone I know I'll kill you Potter. '
Harry locked the apartment giving Severus no choice but to follow him.
That didn't stop him cringing when he saw what they would be riding in.
A hippie van with neon lights draped around the roof was parked in front of Harry's favourite set of stairs. It was painted pink with baby blue peace symbols sprayed across the bodice.
Harry bundled the protesting Severus into the back and jumped in next to Frizz. The words 'The slash brigade' were emblazoned across the steering wheel.
Harry decided not to ask and resisted the urge to cover his ears as Frizz blasted her music and began to sing as loudly and as out of tune as possible.
They began to swerve off down the mountain. It was the first time Harry had been down since arriving, and he hadn't been paying much attention in the taxi cab. He took his time drinking in the image. The snow glistened in the glare of the headlights on the frozen trees. Harry zoned out completely and stared at the wooden houses whizzing past in a blur of light.
Before he knew it the ground levelled and Frizz sped up along the flat stretch of road. It was empty at first, but he noticed as they went along an increase in the number of cars all driving in the same direction, all turning off at the same road.
They were making their way along a narrow stretch of road, completely black save the head lamps when through the silence (Frizz had turned the music off after Severus had threatened her with a very long pole, a meat shredder and some cacti) (A.N – do what you will with that image) he heard the loud pulsation of music and the underlying chatter of hundreds of people.
"Pretty big party," Harry remarked anxiously.
"It's huge. People come from all over to come to this party. They hold it once a year. It's, like, a special day for the French tomorrow, so everyone gets the whole day off. Therefore everyone throws huge parties because it doesn't matter how tired or hung over they are tomorrow. This one is particularly special as this club has been open for 10 years now. Everyone's going to be there."
"Apart from Toni and Hermione?"
"No, Toni's a DJ and Hermione is her assistant. They're playing tonight."
Frizz pulled her van into the 'Reserved for DJ,' spot near the door and pulled Severus out the back.
She slipped her arms through his and practically dragged him to the front door beckoning Harry behind.
She marched confidently up to the door fumbling in her pockets, despite the huge queue behind her. The bouncer stepped in front of her and raised his eyebrows.
"What are you doing here? This isn't even your type of club. I can't let you in."
"I'm with the DJ," Frizz stated, producing a card from her raincoat.
The bouncer reluctantly let them in, trying to calm some men at the front door complaining.
Frizz led them past more men, then off into a side corridor and up an empty stair case.
"Why aren't there any women here?" asked Severus suspiciously.
"There are, you just haven't seen them yet," she answered confidently, and neither man noticed her pace quicken slightly.
They reached the top of the stair case and Frizz fluffed Harry's hair.
"I've brought you in the exit. The only exit and I'll be here, so no trying to leave throughout the night."
Severus opened his mouth to say something cynical, but he didn't have time as Frizz pushed them both through the door and shut it behind them.
Strobes hit them both and blinded them as music beat against their ears, hot bodies brushing against theirs.
"Now I understand why there weren't any women," Severus growled.
Harry looked around. Huge metal poles reached up to the ceiling and a large neon bar stretched across the opposite wall and all around were men, dancing, drinking, kissing.
Harry's mouth fell open as he watched men clad in lace and leather slide up and down the poles and strut along the bar, cracking whips, running themselves up and down eager men.
"This is the last time I let you talk me into something Potter."
"But... I didn't," Harry spluttered through the music. he tried to finish but was cut across by a loud female voice over the microphone.
"At least there is a woman here." Harry said cheerfully.
"I would be glad, were it not for the fact I'm going to kill her and the only other two girls here."
Harry looked at him blankly.
"That was Toni over the microphone; she is obviously behind this."
"How do you know?"
"Because she always is," Snape replied blankly, "I'm going for a very stiff drink," he said and disappeared into the crowd.
Harry wondered what he should do. He didn't have to wonder long, he felt a hand sliding over his lower back.
"Hey!" a voice shouted in his ear. Harry tuned to see a man that looked to be in his late 20's smoking a cigarette in his stubble surrounded lips. His eyes seemed almost too light for his face, the blue reflecting the strobes back at Harry. A piercing in one of his ears sparkled from underneath his floppy black hair. He wore a plain black shirt over white tee, and plain jeans and black shoes. He looked safe enough.
Harry smiled at him, "Hey," he shouted back.
"Wanna dance?" the man asked through his cigarette.
"Sure," Harry said as he felt the other man's hand slid to his bum and guide him to the dance floor.
They began to beat along to the music, moving rhythmically and sensually.
Harry tried to relax and have fun, but he couldn't, not with this other man.
"I'm Felix."
"Harry." Asking the question had given Felix an excuse to get closer to Harry. Harry noticed his minty tobacco tainted breath wash over him.
Harry tried to get away from Felix's mouth by doing a very extravagant dance move, but found his way blocked by Felix's leg.
Before he knew it Felix had smashed his mouth against his, hot breath washed over Harry as Felix's tongue invaded.
Harry closed his eyes, tried to enjoy it, but he just found himself wishing that it wasn't Felix who he was kissing.
He tried to pull away, he couldn't.
He tried to put his hand on Felix's chest to pull away, but Felix was so involved in the kiss that he didn't notice Harry's attempts.
Harry tried to back away, but found himself pushed against the wall, Felix's hands exploring the contours under his shirt, his arousal pressing into Harry, hot and needy.
Felix was suddenly wrenched from Harry.
"Hey," Felix exclaimed, "who the hell do you think you are?"
"None of your business, and your hospital bill will be none of my business unless you leave now."
Felix grumbled but hunched his back and stalked off.
"Why did you do that?" Harry asked, trying not to show the relief in his voice.
"I saw the group of people that guy was hanging round with passing some white powder round. This night is bad enough Potter; I'm not going to spend the rest of it trying to bail you."
"Oh, okay, thanks I guess."
"We should dance for a bit, or else he'll be back."
Harry smiled, maybe it wasn't the perfect dance, but he could blot out the whys and the therefores. It didn't matter. He would be with Severus.
SSHP SSHP SSHP SSHP
"Were there actually any drugs?" Toni asked Hermione over the roar of their music.
"No, I saw them earlier, but they smoke."
"You say it like it's a crime."
"It should be."
Toni sighed, but smiled smugly. The plan was working.
"I risked everything bringing them here you know. There were so many variables it was almost bound to go wrong."
"I know Toni; you explained them all in great detail on the way here. You proved your point a long time ago."
"I know I proved it in the van, and now I'm just rubbing it in."
"I would hit you, but those mixing headphones are expensive."
"You love me really."
"Sometimes I wonder."
"Anyway, I can only see the plan going really wrong from now if Harry goes to the bathroom and actually takes note of what is in there."
"You just had to say that didn't you, Toni," sighed Hermione, pointing at Harry who was tottering towards the men's restroom.
Toni's eyes widened considerably, then she relaxed. "He looked like he was having fun, he'll be right out."
But ten minutes later they watched in horror as Severus followed Harry.
SSHP SSHP SSHP SSHP
"Interesting, isn't it Potter?"
Harry looked around in to see Severus right next to his ear looking over his shoulder.
"Um, I was just, well, coming out. Do you want to go back out again?"
"Did you like what you saw?" Severus ignored Harry.
"What?" Harry feigned innocence.
"You know what I mean," Severus said, pointing at the two men against the wall.
"Well, it was interesting," Harry spluttered.
"Let me show you how it's done," Severus cut across Harry and pushed him roughly into a cubicle.
(Editor: Prudes: now is the time to scroll)
Severus' mouth was on his neck, biting and sucking at the skin before Harry knew what was going on.
Harry tried to protest, but Severus' hands exploring his back and thighs seemed to leave him mute.
Severus' hand's reached for his zipper, yanking it down, roughly pushing Harry's boxer's aside.
Harry realized how limply he was standing there, and tried to do something, but Severus stopped him. Harry tried to kiss Severus, just to show a sign of response; but Severus pushed him roughly back against the cubicle door, grinding him against the hard plastic.
Harry felt Severus rub his own body down Harry's lower, fast and furious.
Severus knelt before Harry, his breathing hot and heavy dancing over Harry's skin, his tongue swirling and riding over Harry's tip.
Harry groaned and arched his back against the wall as Severus took his whole shaft into his mouth, furiously pumping Harry into him.
White sparks danced before Harry's eyes as he tried to jut his hips forward into Severus, but Severus was holding him fast.
Severus tongue danced around Harry making him whimper and writhe against the wall, his hot breath sending Harry crazy.
Severus nails grated along his thighs and teeth scraped his prick.
With a final cry Harry came into Severus mouth.
Severus immediately got off the floor and spat into the toilet.
He leant against Harry and pushed him against the wall, staring him in the eye, their lips inches apart.
"Now God forbid, Potter, I'll be able to get you out of my head," he whispered and swept out of the cubicle and away.
I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to update, and I can't promise an update next week, but after that it looks like my time is becoming available more frequently. So hopefully after that I will update more regularly.
Although I have little time, the fact that I have just as little reviews isn't really an incentive to write. I know it's a pain, but out of all the 100 alert lists I'm on you would think I would be getting AT LEAST 30 reviews per chapter, not 12.
Another thing about reviews- fan fiction has been blocked at school now, so my lovely editor will be replying to any reviews (if any) I happen to get. So it will still be me talking, it may just take longer for the reply to come through.
Anyway I will be updating as soon as I can, be patient and generous.
Jiggy