Chapter Fourteen
September 2, 1997
Snape kissed me, and Draco kissed me, and then Draco told me I was horrible at it. So then why does Snape want me?
"Alright, Harry?" Ron asked.
"No," Harry answered truthfully.
"What happened? And don't tell me nothing, 'cause I'm really getting sick of you keeping me in the dark about things," Ron said, frowning.
Harry rolled onto his side so he was facing Ron. "I thought there were certain things you didn't want to know."
"I probably don't, but tell me anyway," Ron said, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Snape kissed me."
"What?"
"And then Malfoy kissed me."
"WHAT!"
"Oh, calm down," Harry groused. "Apparently I was horrible at it anyway, so I doubt either one would want to kiss me again anytime soon, not that I want to kiss Malfoy again."
"Does that mean you do want to kiss Snape again?" Ron squeaked.
"No! Yes. I don't know!"
"Well, why don't you?"
Harry glared. "How would you feel if Snape suddenly told you he wants you? How would you feel if anyone told you they wanted you after fighting with you all day and the night before!"
"I'd probably be sick," Ron said, his face contorted in disgust.
Harry sat up and grabbed his pillow, whacking Ron's head. "You're not helping!"
"Well, you wanted to know!"
Harry moaned. "It was hypothetical!"
"I don't know how to be hypothetical about other blokes!" Ron cried.
"Fine, pretend it was a girl! Pansy Parkinson. What if Pansy came up to you, told you she wanted you, and then kissed you? What would you think?"
"I'd think she's gone insane, that's what I'd think."
Harry flopped back onto the bed and put the pillow over his head. "Not helping!"
"Well, I don't know what to say to help you. It's Snape. Snape. I just got used to you wanting to spend time with him. I don't want to think about anything else."
"Doesn't matter," Harry said dejectedly, removing the pillow and looking at Ron. "Apparently I can't kiss for shit anyway."
"Harry, I love you mate, but if you want me to help you practice, or whatever, I don't think I can-"
"Ew, no!"
"Good."
Harry smacked Ron with the pillow again.
The next night found Harry once again knocking on Snape's door. When the door opened, Harry was faced with a scowling Snape.
"What?"
"Malfoy said I can't kiss for shit and I was wondering if you want to teach me or should I ask him to do it?" Harry said, his voice much calmer than his stomach, which was twisted into a nervous knot.
Snape stood in stunned silence for a moment before pulling Harry inside. "You've been kissing Malfoy?" he asked, ignoring the rest for the time being.
"Yes, I have. Is that a problem?" Harry questioned, folding his arms across his chest in annoyance. "Weren't you the one telling me to sow my wild oats while I still could?"
Snape's left eye twitched, but he gave no other outward sign of emotion. "Yes, I did."
Harry smirked. "Then you can't get angry."
"Just because I said that you should, does not mean I wish to hear all the sordid details," Snape ground out through clenched teeth before stalking further into his quarters. He didn't need to turn around to know that Harry had followed him.
"Then what good are you if you don't want to hear about it?"
"Why do I need to hear about it?" Snape asked, sitting down and glaring at Harry.
Harry sat opposite him. "Because you're the one I'll inevitably have to get 'married' to."
"That doesn't mean I want to hear about your sexual exploits in the meantime," Snape told him, his lip curling in disgust. "It turns my stomach."
"Oh, that's funny. So very funny," Harry spat sarcastically. "You know, Draco was right, you are just a jealous prat."
"I am not jealous," Snape growled, glaring daggers at Harry. "If you're going to be insulting, you can leave right now."
Harry snorted. "And if I don't?"
"Then I'll throw you out," Snape said, fingering his wand.
"You can't."
"Going to start giving me orders?" Snape sneered.
"Well, if you expect me to I might as well," Harry said, folding his arms across his chest. "And the first one is going to be that you actually think back to what I said when I first showed up."
"That you'd been kissing Malfoy? Yes, I rather caught that part."
"Yeah I know," Harry said, his frustration evident. "What else did I say?"
"That you were rubbish at it," Snape said, smirking.
"And then," Harry prompted.
"And that you wanted to practice," Snape said warily.
"Exactly!" Harry rolled his eyes. "And whose door did I knock on asking for practice?"
"So you can compare me to Malfoy?"
"No, so I can rub it in his face that he's complete rubbish, and I've found something better."
Still wary, Snape nodded. "All right. But you'll have to get considerably closer."
Harry chuckled. "Do I?"
"You could stay there, but I doubt you'll get much...pleasure from it," Snape said, his voice dropping to a low purr.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Harry grinned lazily.
Snape's brow arched. "Oh really? And how do you intend for that to happen?"
Harry's smile was decidedly predatory as he said, "Keep talking like that and you'll find out soon enough."
"I do believe that was a threat, Mister Potter," Snape replied, unable to keep himself from being interested. "As you can see, I'm shaking with fear," he drolled.
"So that's what that tremble was then?" Harry asked, lounging back against the couch.
"You are the one who is going to be trembling if you don't stop playing games," Snape warned, eyes narrowing as he too leaned casually back against the chair.
"Why do you think I'm playing games?"
"You're not?"
Harry grinned. "Now I never said I wasn't."
"You are walking a dangerous line, Potter," Snape warned.
"And I wasn't before?"
"Yes, but now you're being a tease," Snape pointed out. "Which I will only allow for so long."
"Oh yeah, and what are you going to do about that? Because I'm pretty cozy where I am now."
Snape rose to his feet, and walked slowly towards Harry, eyes glinting dangerously. "You really shouldn't tease a snake in its own lair."
"You aren't going to try and bite my finger off again, are you?" Harry asked, tracking Snape's movements with his eyes.
Snape circled until he was standing behind Harry. He reached down, letting his fingers slide along the sides of Harry's neck and he bent to whisper in his ear. "There is pleasure, Potter, and then there is withholding said pleasure," Snape said, his fingers caressing Harry's earlobes. "You are dangerously close to having it withheld," Snape warned.
Harry swallowed thickly and tipped his head off the back of the couch. "You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I?" Snape asked, letting a finger trail across Harry's bottom lip.
A rush of excitement sped through him. This was what he came back down here for. "Please."
"Hmm," Snape replied, and then stepped away. He returned to his place on the couch and looked passively at Harry. "Would you like to come closer now?"
"Yes," Harry answered, scooting over before the word was completely out of his mouth.
Snape chuckled. "Better," he murmured, sliding a hand to the back of Harry's head, lightly gripping his hair and pulling him closer. Snape leaned forward, brushing his lips lightly against Harry's. "Much better," he added, kissing Harry softly.
Harry was suddenly aware of his lips and the fact that he wasn't sure what to do with them.
As if sensing his hesitation, Snape pulled back and whispered, "Relax," he kissed Harry again, "stop thinking so much."
Harry was having a hard time with that until Snape's tongue brushed across his lips. Then his brain shut down and his body took over.
As soon as Harry got the hang of kissing, Snape kissed down his jaw, and began doing things to his neck that had Harry gasping. He didn't even feel embarrassed about the fact he was practically in Snape's lap, as long as the man didn't stop.
He grasped Snape's leg and shirt, and when Snape pulled back, he floundered for a minute teetering between collapsing forward and back.
"Tell me," Snape whispered, his thumb sliding up and down the wildly throbbing vein in Harry's neck, "were you thinking of Malfoy at all?"
"No," Harry inhaled with a shudder. "Should I have been?"
"Definitely not," Snape replied, leaning in and kissing Harry again, just to bring home the point. "Any other lessons you want you will get from me, is that understood?" Snape asked, nipping Harry's lower lip and pulling back.
"Oh, yeah."
Snape snorted, sliding his hand up Harry's thigh before sitting back on the couch. "I take it you enjoyed it?" he teased, well aware that Harry had more than enjoyed it, if his little moans and whimpers had been any indication.
"You're a git," Harry murmured, wondering if kissing was always that good. "If you don't know then I'm not telling you."
Snape glanced down at Harry's obvious erection, then back to his face. "It's rather hard to hide."
Harry shoved him lightly. "I can call you meaner things."
"Not if you want to learn what comes next," Snape said, a lazy leer on his face.
"You sure it's not a turn-on?"
"I may like it rough, but I don't like it mean," Snape replied, an evil smirk on his face.
Harry burst out laughing and flopped backwards against the couch.
"Christmas is a long time away," Snape murmured, resting his head against the back of the couch and staring at the ceiling.
"It's still the first month back," Harry groaned.
"You don't even know what you're missing," Snape scoffed.
Harry's eyebrows shot up and an amused smile stole across his face. "I think that might have been a challenge."
Snape said bolt up, eyes flashing angrily. "Do not even think of finding out with anyone else," Snape warned. "And certainly not Draco Malfoy!"
Harry jerked at the sudden drop in temperature the conversation had taken. "I'm sure he'd be a wealth of information, but that wasn't what I was thinking."
Snape relaxed against the couch. "I...apologize," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "Perhaps there was some truth to your earlier accusation," he admitted.
Harry leaned back against the back of the couch wearily. "Which one?"
"I may be slightly jealous," Snape answered, scowling. "Though I see no need to dwell on it."
Harry snorted. "So that irrational table smashing in Diagon Alley was part of the undwelled-upon accusation?"
"I did no such thing," Snape sniffed, knowing perfectly well that he did, and it still galled him that he had lost control that way.
"And I'm Helga Hufflepuff."
"Odd, I always assumed she had bigger breasts," Snape said, smirking.
"Oi! You leave her knockers out of this!" Harry laughed.
"Knockers?" Snape asked. "Merlin help me, you're young," he said in mock horror.
Harry sniggered. "If I'm young then you're old."
Snape snorted. "I never denied it."
Harry rubbed his eyes under his glasses. He glanced down at his watch and frowned. "It's after curfew."
"How far past curfew?"
"About half an hour."
"So that's about thirty points I should take from Gryffindor?" Snape asked completely straight-faced.
Harry gave a long-suffering sigh and waved a lazy hand. "If you must."
Snape snickered. "I'd offer to let you sleep here, but I don't think that would be a good idea tonight," he said, still more aroused than he'd like to admit.
Harry eyed Snape for a moment, before shrugging. "Write me a pass then? It is your fault I'm down here so late."
"I was just sitting here when you decided to molest my person," Snape said, rising and walking to his small writing table and scribbling out a note.
"My lips and neck are singing a completely different tune." Harry stood up and crossed the room to lean against the writing table. He watched as Snape finished off the note with his signature. Snape handed the scrap of parchment to him, and Harry grinned.
"I suppose if anyone asks, you can claim Malfoy gave you that mark on your neck, but we'll know better, won't we," Snape replied, smirking.
"Of course, and Draco would take that rumor in his stride as well." Harry folded the note and slipped it into his pocket.
Snape reached out a hand, grasping Harry by the shirt and tugging him forward. He spent the next minute kissing the boy soundly, just as another reminder. When he pulled back, Harry's eyes were heated instead of glazed. He was learning.
"Go, before I change my mind," Snape said, giving Harry a little shove.
Harry chuckled and turned at the door. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Harry."