Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from the Harry Potter books and/or movies is not mine.

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A/N: First off, I know nothing of skate parks, skateboards, or the likes. I've only ever been to a 'skate park' once in my life, and that was just to see a local heavy metal concert. So yeah. If I get some stuff mixed up horribly, please just tell me. I'd appreciate it.

Beware Harry OOC ness coming up. I'm ready for the flames. :D -puts on helmet-

Also, a lot of people are asking about Harry's peircings. How many does he have? He has one in his lip, one on his eyebrow (although, I'm not so into those myself), four in one ear, and three in the other. There aren't that many, but hey - I didn't want to go all out. Also, with this chapter - remember that by describing the place, picture it more like a seventies thing, with seventies styles.

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Mirage Me This

By: xScenex

Chapter Five

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The place that Harry had picked out for him and Severus to go to had been, needless to say, interesting.

It was a modern muggle skate park, for those that looked more like Harry, but with more metal pierced through their faces and more color in their hair. Severus noted that it was definitely a different setting, considering that he'd never been to a place like that. It was kind of exciting, he thought.

But on another note, he found it stupid that boys would practically jump down ramps at breakneck speed on wooden boards to attempt various 'tricks' on their boards. It was almost as ridiculous as Quiddich.

"Welcome, Sev, to the public skate park," Harry had announced after seeing the ludicrous look on his face.

Severus glared murderously at him, dropping his daft thoughts of the sport. "What did you just call me?"

"Sev - don't you like it? It's easier than calling you Severus - that reminds me too much of your older self. I'd rather not think that, since I'm hanging out with you and doing remotely entertaining things."

That just made him scowl more, but he dropped it. He didn't really mind the name - it was just new. He hated almost every single new thing that appeared in front of him. Harry was an exception, though, he reluctantly admitted.

Time began passing, and Severus listened as Harry tried to explain everything to him about their surroundings. He still didn't understand what was so fun about riding around on wooden boards, but let it go as well. He was more interested watching Harry as he picked up a stray board, himself, and tried to show him an example of some of the things that the other strangers did, but made a complete fool of himself.

Luckily, no one could see him. Severus knew it wouldn't matter even if they could, as too many people were falling, tripping, and crashing into one another to care about someone else's faulty moves.

"You try."

Severus' eyes widened when Harry tried pushing the skateboard into his hands. "No, I'd rather not."

The near-pout that adorned Harry's face nearly made him think twice, but he stayed defiant. There was no way in Hades that he'd get on that board, so he pushed it away.

"Please?"

"No."

"Come one, what's the worse that could happen?"

"I don't really want to think upon that," Severus said dryly, but inside, he was nearly panicking. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't 'skate' as they called it. He would make a complete arse of himself, and he knew it. He would much rather sit down and read a book while Harry had his fun.

"You're no fun," Harry told him matter-of-factly, swiping a few stray strands of hair out of his flushed face. "No wonder you chose the job you did."

The other boys eyes narrowed slightly. "I'd like to survive to see the job, thank you."

Rolling his eyes, Harry just kicked the end of the board down a few times until it flipped high enough for him to grab without having to bend to get it. Severus leaned against a pole near them with arms crossed over his chest, studying Harry intently. He didn't understand this kid.

In return, he received a few glances from Harry. He couldn't read his expressions, but the raised eyebrows and the small smirks made him continuously look away. After a while of fiddling with the board, Harry finally spoke.

"Fine, fine. Got any fun ideas, then?"

"Define what you think of fun?" he countered silkily. He actually found it slightly amusing, arguing with the green eyed boy.

"Oh, I don't know…" Harry trailed off, looking thoughtful. He glanced vaguely at Severus a few times, then he grinned broadly before dropping the board again. "I guess we might as well get some fun out of this. Hell, it might even be fun. Got to find a way to get rid of this somehow."

Severus didn't know what was going to happen next, and if he had, he was sure he wouldn't have even followed the other boy away from the park. He wouldn't have given it a second thought, but being completely oblivious to the other boys plans, he obliged and followed the raven-haired boy away from the main concrete ramps towards the thick foliage that surrounded the area.

"Where are we going?" he inquired, pulling away from a branch that had caught onto his pants leg.

"Not sure yet," Harry said, his voice slightly subdued. He was looking around, looking for some unknown destination.

"Then why are you dragging me along? And what did you mean by saying 'get rid of this'? What 'this'?"

Harry didn't answer, but Severus suspected something. He felt a very uneasy feeling in his stomach and slowed down in his pace, keeping distance between the other boy. Maybe he was dangerous…

"Ah hah! Here we go," he said smoothly, stopping behind a large tree with enough space around it to stand without being consumed by brush. Severus gave him a suspicious look, ignoring that the other boy was completely comfortable with their location.

"Where, exactly, is here?" Severus asked, eyeing the ground around them and walked up to the tree.

He didn't get to look around for too long before he was startled; he nearly yelped out when two firm hands pressed him back against the tree.

"What-"

He didn't finish what he was saying, either. He was rendered speechless when he felt a pair of lips pressed harshly against his and a hard body forced against his own. Severus could feel the cold of the lip ring against his own lips, and the tight grip as Harry held onto him. His eyes, wide with surprise, caught the look of lust in Harry's own green ones.

Just lust.

Severus pulled away, almost appalled with himself, yet feeling an urge to continue.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" He found that his voice was hardly more than a whisper.

"I told you, there had to be a way to get rid of 'this'. You can't deny hormones, you know, Sev?"

Severus couldn't help but stare at those eyes as he spoke smoothly, his voice thick with that yearning. How could he even think that - they were near-strangers, and Severus was his teacher; just as he kept pointing out.

"This is wrong, though," Severus stated bluntly, desperate to find a way out. He was so unsure of what was happening, unsure if he could do it. "I'm your teacher in the… the future, and… well, you like boys?"

Harry laughed at his pitiful accusation, his forehead resting heavily against Severus shoulder as he chuckled.

"You don't know how bloody gross that sounds. Kissing my professor - Merlin. This is messed up, isn't it? You probably think I'm some kind of prostitute or something."

Severus didn't answer.

"I guess I just assumed that you wouldn't mind - you're probably disgusted at me now." Harry lifted his head up, his face shadowed darkly with shame. Severus felt slightly horrified. "And I just threw myself at you - I don't know what made me think… Merlin."

Severus felt the chiller air of the late morning hit his body as Harry pushed himself away, leaving a gap between them now.

"Just think of what your older self is thinking now. No doubt he'll remember all that in the future. I can't believe…"

Severus couldn't take the boys rambling anymore, so, as awkward as it was for him, he walked forward and clenched the front of Harry's shirt forcefully, pressing him back against another, smaller tree.

He ignored the heat that now flared against his face and pressed his own lips against Harry's this time, efficiently stopping the babbling.

He couldn't stand his own daring, and was even scared of himself for doing that. The only excuse was that he had really wanted what Harry had tried giving him beforehand - and he didn't want to accept that. He didn't want to think that he needed someone for something.

So he used the excuse that he only wanted to make him shut up. But that didn't explain why the kiss deepened, and their actions became more uncontained. Severus' only thoughts were of the heat against his body, the hands on his back, in his hair, against his face; of the tongue that explored his mouth eagerly, taking away what humanity he had left.

He found himself eagerly kissing the other boy, his own hands roaming. Maybe it was a spur-of-the-moment thing, but he couldn't get enough of it. He'd never been so close to another - boy or girl, and it was both exciting and frightning at the same time.

Gasping and panting, he finally pulled away from the completely out of breath Harry.

"Wh… what was that for?" Harry asked almost stupidly, his breathing heavy as he lent back against the trunk behind him.

"To get you.. To get you to shut up," he stated as indifferently as he could, but his own pants didn't disguise how much he was effected by the kiss.

"To get me to shut up?" he laughed, but it didn't last long. His breathing was still uneven.

Severus just narrowed his eyes slightly. "Yes, now do you think you're capable of being quiet now?"

The other boy gave a thoughtful look, before smiling wickedly. "Oh, I don't know…"

Severus rolled his eyes and pushed away from Harry reluctantly and shook his hair out of his face.

"Don't expect that again," he said and started walking away, leaving a very dazed boy behind. He had to at least make himself believe it was just to make the other boy be quiet. Otherwise, what else could it have been?

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A/N: AHHH! -dies-

This was a pitifully short chapter, but I'm tired. Don't murder me about Harry - this is how the story was requested. D: It was a bit too straightforward, but I didn't have the motivation to edit this a lot. I was out late at a local concert last night, and I have one hell of a headache, plus - I'm sick as a dog. Seriously. Blahh. I'm going to go dig a hole and die now.