Okay, so here is chapter 2, I really hope you enjoy it. Also, I hope this time it will be uploaded without a problem. Thank you for reading my story. Enjoy.
Chapter 2
Harry looked at his watch, biting his lip nervously. It was already 10 p.m. and Severus hadn't shown up yet. Not that it surprised him. It was exactly the reaction he had expected from his former professor.
Harry looked around, taking a sip from the bottle of beer he held in his hand. He had sat down exactly where he had found Snape last week, hoping that the Potions Master would return here, spend time with him...
Just when Harry was about to leave, to depressed and disappointed to stay, he heard a silky voice asking "Leaving, Potter?"
Harry turned around, and stared into two black eyes. He wasn't that much taller then Severus, only a few inches, but Severus still had to tilt his head up slightly. It didn't take away from the dangerous aura or the pride that Severus had. As always, Snape was dressed in black. But this time his robes were replaced by a snug turtleneck, and a nice fitting pair of pants. Harry himself was here in jeans and a t-shirt. He suddenly felt underdressed.
"No." Harry lied, grinning and sitting back down. Severus took a seat next to him, and ordered Water.
"Well that's a surprise." Harry said, taking a sip of his beer. "The last time you didn't seem like a fan of water."
"I do not wish for you to see me like that again brat. It's enough that you have seen me in such a condition." Snape just answered. He wasn't looking at Harry, but at the crowd. Harry wondered if Snape wanted to dance. The way he stared at those people...
Harry got up from his chair. "Dance with me." he said, and held out his hand to his professor.
"Not even in a thousand years Potter." Snape snapped, taking a sip from his water.
"Come on. That's what we're all here for. To dance." Harry said, softly taking the glass out of his hand and placing it on the bar. "Come with me."
"No! I do not dance, you little brat. And least of all with you."
Harry rolled his eyes and just took his hand, pulling him to the dance floor.
"I swear to Merlin... if there weren't so many witnesses, I would kill you right here." Snape hissed, as Harry stepped behind him, laying his hands on Severus hips.
"You're tense professor. Just relax. Listen to the music." Harry said, speaking close to Severus ear. He could feel the older man shudder, and grinned, absolutely satisfied with the result of his actions.
"I will do no such thing Potter, and kindly release me now. Or I swear I will hex your balls off when I get the chance." Snape said, clearly upset.
"Just close your eyes, and lay your hands on mine.." Harry ordered, moving his body to the rhythm, softly pulling Severus body with his own. It was good he was so strong, because Snape was trying with all might not to budge.
"Don't think about the others. It's just you and me." Harry whispered. "Close your eyes. I know you want to try." The Boy who lived was pretty sure that this was Snape's problem. That he feared being laughed at, that he would loose his mask... and Harry wanted him to take the mask off. Just for one night.
Severus first stiffened, but then, slowly relaxed. Harry smiled to himself.
"Good. Now... just move with me. Feel the beat, the music... become one with it." he said, still guiding Severus.
"You sound like a hippie Potter." Severus said, but there was no real heat behind the words. Harry just laughed. He had him where he wanted him. Just like this.
It took a little longer for Severus to relax completely and let Harry guide his movements completely. Normally, he wouldn't relinquish control like this, but he had to admit that Harry had been right. He had wanted to dance, but didn't have the courage out of fear to be laughed at. Now, with Harry taking control, he felt safe. And he could always blame the young Auror if something went wrong.
"You are doing great professor." Harry said, smiling a little. Snape's hair smelled good. Like herbs, and something else. Harry couldn't really put a finger on it. He would find out later.
"Stop treating me like a little child Potter! I do not require being reassured all the time." Snape said, turning his head over his shoulder to look at Harry.
"I'm sorry professor. I'm just trying to make you feel comfortable." Harry answered. He knew that Severus needed the reassurance. More than anyone else in this room.
"Really, then kindly let go of me and let me return to my water." Severus said, still looking at Harry. But Harry wasn't listening. He was just staring into Snape's eyes. Why had he never realized how attractive Severus was? He wasn't the classic type of beautiful, of course, but still. Harry found himself very attracted to his old professor.
"Potter, stop staring at me as if you were about to eat me for dinner!" Snape spat, pulling himself loose from Harry and darted to the bathroom. Harry didn't even have the time to blink.
So he walked back to the bar, sat down, and gave a deep sigh. He had probably ruined it. Snape would come back, take his stuff and leave. Harry knew him. Severus always bolted when things got to personal.
20 minutes later, Severus returned to Harry, slowly sitting down.
"I'm sorry professor." Harry immediately said. "I didn't want you to feel awkward."
Severus didn't answer. All he did was take a deep breath of air, and then mumbled "Let us try it again."
Harry couldn't believe his ears. Was Snape actually saying what he just heard? It was impossible. And yet, Harry was sure he had heard it.
Let us try it again.
Harry stood up, taking Severus hand again, and lead him back to the dance floor. Severus turned his back on him, and Harry placed his hands on Severus hips again.
This time, Snape was more relaxed, easing into Harry's movement... and then leaning into the embrace. Harry's eyes widened. What was happening? But he didn't complain. Slowly, his hands glided up Severus sides, just a little bit until he let them travel back to his hips. Severus did stiffen a little, but then relaxed again.
Harry kept dancing, at it seemed as hours went by. The people around them didn't matter anymore. They weren't important. It was only him and Severus. Then suddenly, Severus struggled free.
"I need to drink something." he said, looking at Harry.
"I do too. Come one." together, they walked to the bar and sat down.
Both ordered water, drinking it completely as soon as they got it. Harry hadn't realized how thirsty he had been.
"I need to go outside." Severus said, standing up.
"Why?" Harry immediately asked, standing up himself. "What do you want to do outside?"
"Relax Potter. I just want to smoke. It's not allowed in here." he said, his lips curling into something that could be called a smile. "You are free to join me if you wish." then he walked outside.
Of course, Harry didn't hesitate to follow. Standing next to each other in silence, Severus smoked and they both stared at the street.
"You feel it to, don't you?" Harry suddenly asked.
"Feel what?" Severus asked, taking another deep drag, and letting the smoke come out of his mouth ins circles.
"That there is something between us. Something different." Harry said, closing his eyes halfway. "Something has changed."
"Even if I were to feel such a thing Potter, it is nothing that should be explored." Sever said, throwing the cigarette to the floor, and lighting a new one.
"Why not?" Harry asked, watching Severus lit the cigarette. His fingers were thin and long... Harry wondered how it would feel when they touched him.
"Because something like this could never be. The Golden Boy and the Death Eater..." Severus gave a small noise of amusement, but it sounded bitter. "The paper would be all over it."
"Does it matter what they think?" Harry asked. "I wouldn't care."
"Of course you wouldn't!" Severus suddenly snapped, looking at Harry. "Why would you?! You would be the poor boy, that was bewitched my the Death Eater! Maybe even forced by the Imperius to make you his. No, Potter, of course you would have no reason to care at all."
Harry watched Severus and then bent his head down a little bit. "I'm sorry professor. I didn't think of it that way." Severus was right. The wizards would tear Severus up. The man had enough to bare with. He didn't want to make Severus life more complicated.
Severus seemed to relax, and slowly leaned against the wall again.
"Give me another dance Severus." Harry said, watching Snape's breath catch as he used his first name.
"And then what?" Severus asked, turning to face Harry. "What happens after the one dance?"
"Then I will except that all we can do is be friends. I still want to meet you again. Maybe we could go for dinner next weekend." Harry said.
Severus hesitated and then nodded. Harry smiled. A few minutes later Severus put out his cigarette, and walked back inside.
When they got to the dance floor, Severus wanted to turn around, but Harry stopped him.
"No. Like this." he gently took severus hands, and laid them around his neck. Then he placed his hands on his hips. Severus looked insecure, but Harry just smiled. "No need to be afraid. I won't let anything happen to you."
Severus just nodded, not looking at Harry, who leaned his forehead against Severus. Harry loved Severus' scent. How had he never noticed it before? He had been close to Snape on numerous occasions. How could he not have noticed?
They danced, one last dance as something that might be more then friends. When the song ended, they both wished it hadn't.
"I think it is time for me to leave." Snape said. Harry nodded.
"I will take you home." This time, Severus didn't oppose. They walked to the station together, again being followed by the muggle, but not caring. Harry took Severus hand in his as they walked, and Severus didn't pull away. It was like a miracle. At least for Harry.
They apperated, and reached Snape's private room in what seemed like hours. Everything around then seemed to have disappeared. They exchanged heated looks, even smoldering.
The moment the door to Snape's livingroom closed, Harry attacked the thin lips with a feverish kiss. They felt warm and soft, and Harry moaned at the feeling. He pushed Severus against the wall, could feel the hands of the smaller man grab his hair to hold him close. It hurt, but it was a good hurt, chasing shivers down his spine.
Severus opened his mouth and Harry quickly slipped his tongue in, ravishing his mouth. Severus groaned, pushing his body against Harry's. The young Auror started rubbing his groin against Severus' fiercely, earning more sounds of pleasure from the Potion Master. They're body's trembled with pleasure, their moan's filled the room, and bounced of the wall.
As Severus got close, he pulled back from the kiss and grabbed Harry's shoulder, moaning louder and louder, until he bit Harry into the neck to quiet himself. Harry gave a hiss of pleasure. He felt himself growing close as well, and pushed against Severus with more force.
Then suddenly, Severus shuddered violently in his arms and then hissed his name as he came. That was all it took to push Harry over the edge. He groaned the name of his former professor, and felt his pants grow sticky.
They stood there for a few minutes, gasping for air. None of them dared to say something. Nobody wanted to break the moment. But then, it was Snape who spoke first.
"This was a huge mistake." he said, and pushed Harry away carefully. "We shouldn't allow this to happen again." Harry looked at Severus.
"You are probably right." he then said. It wasn't how he felt at all. He wanted to be with Severus. He wanted to try and find out what this was. What had happened. And what he felt for Severus. But he knew, Severus would hardly let him.
"You should go home Harry." Severus said, making Harry blink as he used his first name.
"But our dinner next weekend... that's still planed, right?" Harry asked, watching Severus' face intensely. "You won't cancel, right?"
Severus gulped and then looked to the side.
"Promise me, Severus." Harry whispered, taking Severus hand. "Promise me you won't let me down." He took Severus hand and placed a soft kiss on his palm.
"Just friends?" Severus asked, shivering as Harry kissed his palm.
"Just friends." Harry said. At least for now. Harry wasn't planning on letting Severus go, ever again. But the Potions Master didn't have to know this fact right now.
"Then I'll meet you at the train station at 6 p.m." Severus said, and then turned to walk to another door that probably lead either to the bathroom or his bedroom.
"I'll be there." Harry answered, as he watched Severus disappear into the room, before he left.
Tbc...?