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Now, please enjoy the 3rd chapter.
Chapter 3
Harry waited nervously, checking his watch every few seconds. Snape still had 5 minutes, and still, Harry was anxious for him to arrive. The fear that Snape had decided not to come drove him crazy, and he started to walk back and forth.
"Stop pacing Potter, it looks ridicules." the velvety voice made Harry jump and turn around, only to look at Snape, who was grinning mockingly.
"Will you ever stop sneaking up on me, Professor?" Harry answered, grinning sheepishly.
"Only when you start to notice me sneaking." Severus answered. "Which would mean never."
Harry just laughed. "Do you have a restaurant in mind, or should we just walk around?"
"I have something in mind." Severus simply answered, and started walking. They didn't talk much on the way to the restaurant, but Snape's presence alone made Harry's body tingle, his heart beat faster... he wondered if Snape felt the same.
10 minutes later, Snape stopped in front of an Chinese restaurant, that looked pretty nice. They went in, and soon were seated at a table that was located at the back of the room.
"This is really nice." Harry said, listening to the subtle Chinese music. The inside was decorated in warm red and gold colors, making Harry feeling home immediately. He grinned.
"I assumed you would enjoy it." Severus said, handing Harry a menu. Harry took it and take a swift look at the meals available. His glance kept moving to Snape, watching as the Potions Master studied the menu.
"Stop staring brat, and pick your food." Severus suddenly said, making Harry quickly turn his sight back to the card. How the hell did Snape do that?!
"I wasn't staring." Harry quickly said, deciding that he would want the duck with sweet and sour sauce, with rice and vegetables.
"You shouldn't lie either." Severus just answered, a small smile on his face. Harry couldn't look away. Snape actually looked... cute when he smiled like that. So unlike the normal, rude and mean Snape.
The waiter came and took their order, and they were left alone again. Harry could have stared at Severus all night long. Instead, he started a conversation.
"How did you find this place?" he asked.
"I found it after a rather exhausting night at the club. I was very hungry, and assumed there would be something close to the train station." Severus answered. "It was nice and the prices reasonable."
"I see." Harry said, watching Severus lay his hands on the table. Without thinking, Harry laid his on Snape's. The Potion Master immediately pulled back, giving Harry a warning look. Harry just smiled.
The food was brought to them, and Harry enjoyed the meal. It was good, and he and Severus made conversation through the whole dinner. Snape told Harry about his work, and Harry told him about his. Severus listened patiently and nodded, asked a few questions. Harry was having a lot of fun.
When they were done eating, Harry waved the waiter to them, and paid for both meals.
"You shouldn't have paid for me." Severus said, as they were standing outside. Severus lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.
"Don't argue, it was my treat. When will you stop smoking?" Harry asked. He didn't mind smoke, but he didn't want Snape to die of Lunge cancer.
"The correct question would be if I will ever stop smoking, Potter." Severus answered.
"Stop using my last name. We're friends now. Call me Harry." Harry said, as they started to walk to the train station.
"If you wish, I will do so in private." Severus answered. "But then you must refrain from calling me professor. It is only fair if you call me Severus."
Harry grinned, pleased that Severus had offered him his first name. It was something rare.
"Why did you start smoking in the first place?" he asked, walking as close to Snape as possible without their shoulders touching, so he could enjoy Severus' unique scent.
"I started because I heard it helped against stress. That it calms people. I have smoked for a long time now. I doubt I will ever stop." Severus answered, and looked at Harry from the side.
Harry could feel his eyes caressing his skin, feel them travel down his neck and his chest, down to his pants and back up. It gave him goose bumps. Then he took a closer look at Severus himself.
The Potion Master was in black as always, but still... it looked like he had thought about what to wear. The jeans were black, but snug and Harry couldn't resist to take a quick look at Severus' ass.
"You look very nice by the way." Harry said casually, used to making such compliments. Severus just snorted.
"I really mean it!" Harry said, stopping and grabbing Severus' arm. "You look very attractive."
Snape looked at Harry, just looked at him without saying anything. Harry seemed to get lost in Snape's eyes, as if they were pulling him in. Snape's lips were slightly parted, just inviting to be kissed... but Harry didn't dare to do so. Snape had been clear before, and for now he had to respect that. He thought that if they maybe spent more time together, got to know each other and were friends first, Snape might actually change his mind. Might consider Harry as a partner.
They stood like that for a few minutes, before Severus winced and gave a small sound of pain.
"What's wrong?" Harry immediately asked, looking at Severus with such worry in his eyes, the other had to look away.
"I forgot the cigarette. It burnt my hand." Severus mumbled, lifting his hand and showing Harry were the cigarette had burned his fingers. Harry took it, and healed it quickly, before placing a soft kiss of the pieces of skin that had been burnt, making Severus gasp.
"All better now." he said, his voice low and rough. The feeling of Snape's skin against his lips made the longing for Snape grow stronger, so strong Harry didn't know if he could hold back. But he had to, or else he would upset Snape...
"Do it again." Snape whispered, looking at Harry with lust filled eyes.
Harry bit his lower lip, and then placed another kiss on Severus hand. Then he slowly let go. It was so hard... Snape was a walking and talking seduction. He wanted to touch him so badly that he had to curl his hands into fists to resist.
"Let's keep going." he finally said, forcing his voice to be normal. Severus nodded in agreement and started walking again. There was no question that Harry was bringing Severus home.
Harry walked Severus to the door of his private rooms. They both stood there, hesitant, not really knowing what to do.
"Would you like to stay for a drink?" Severus then asked, not looking at Harry.
Harry knew he shouldn't. That it was to dangerous. That he was hardly able to control himself here, and it would be a thousand times worse inside Severus' room. He knew he had to go.
"I'd love too." the words came out of his mouth before he could think about it. But the small smile Snape gave him let him forget how wrong this was. It made Snape smile. And that was all that counted.
They walked to the chairs, and Severus summoned a bottle of Firewhisky and two glasses. He half-filled the glass and gave it to Harry, before doing the same to his glass and sat down.
They didn't talk. Simply because it wasn't necessary. And Harry was sure, if Severus said one more word with his silky voice, Harry would loose all control. When had he become so needy? Or, maybe he wasn't needy. Needy meant to have a need for something, to share it with whoever crossed you way.
All he needed was Snape.
Harry was lost in his thoughts, sipping his drink and watching Snape. Snape had looked at the fire, and now slowly turned to look at Harry. When their eyes met, it was like something disconnected the part of Harry's brain that knew he shouldn't do anything, and the part that wanted to do it so baldy it hurt.
They both stood up at the same time, letting their glasses fall to the floor. Harry took two steps and captured Severus in his arms, kissing him urgently and fiercely. Snape tasted sweeter than anything Harry had ever tasted, and he couldn't get enough.
Severus quickly opened his mouth, laying his arms around Harry's neck. He responded as Harry slipped his tongue into his mouth, heating the kiss even more.
Harry pushed Severus against a bookshelf, letting his hands roam freely over the smaller body. He could feel Snape's erection pressing against his leg, and he moaned.
Severus then pulled away, gasping for air and said "No... we shouldn't do this..." Harry bit his lower lip, ready to pull away... but Severus didn't let go.
"No we shouldn't..." Harry whispered. They looked at each other for a second, before Harry captured Severus lips in another passionate kiss. He couldn't stop, not now. He pushed his body against Severus, kissing him passionately. But then, Severus pushed him away.
"Stop..." he whispered. Harry stopped, looking at Severus. The Potion Master looked absolutely delicious. His cheeks were a soft red, his lips pink and swollen from all the kisses. And as Harry let his gaze drop, he could see Severus' penis straining against the pants he was wearing.
"I'm sorry..." Harry breathed, looking at Severus face again. "I lost control."
"I noticed." Snape mumbled. "You should leave."
Harry looked at Severus. His chest was raising and falling fast, and his member still hadn't calmed down.
"Let me help you out. Then I'll go." Harry said, pushing Severus against the bookshelf again. "I promise I won't go further."
Severus shuddered but then said "No, don't... I can't do this with you..."
"Just forget. Forget everything only for a few seconds." Harry whispered, and gently nipped at Severus' earlobe. "I promise you'll like it." Harry quickly let his hand slip into Sev's pants. Severus gave a loud moan, and as Harry grabbed his penis, he hissed his name.
"You like it, don't you my little snake." he whispered, moving his hand up and down Severus erection. It was hard to move while Severus was still wearing clothing but Harry was sure Severus wouldn't let him remove the annoying pants.
"Harry..." Severus whispered, pushing against Harry's hand. The Boy who Lived let his thumb circle the sensitive head, making Severus groan with pleasure. He could feel it harden in his hand, more and more, until his head started to grow sticky.
"You're close aren't you?" Harry whispered. "See, I promised you'd like it."
Severus couldn't answer. He could barely breath properly. Only a few seconds later Severus tipped his head back and groaned the name of the man that was pleasuring him.
Harry slowly pulled back his hand as soon as he was sure that he had gotten everything Snape could give, and cleaned it with a simple charm.
Severus wasn't looking at Harry, and it worried the younger man.
"What's wrong?" he asked, softly touching Severus hair. But Severus hit it away.
"I told you not too!" Severus suddenly yelled, taking out his wand. Harry blinked. "I told you to stop!"
"Severus I-"
"NO!" Snape bellowed. "You said just friends! Friends Potter!"
Harry didn't understand. Why was Severus going nuts about this? He had just helped him out!
"Severus I'm sorry if I did something wrong, I swear, I would never want to hurt you!" Harry said, taking a step forward.
"Don't come close me!" Severus yelled, his wand pointed at Harry. "Leave or I swear to Merlin that you will regret ever being born Potter! You are just like your father! So fucking pushy!"
Harry stopped to move.
"What do you mean my father was pushy?" Harry asked, watching Severus' face fall. "Severus, what the hell do you mean?!" Now it was Harry's turn to be furious.
"Leave Potter!" Snape snapped, turned and ran into his bedroom. Harry tried to follow but the door closed before he could reach it, and as much as he hit the solid wood or yelled at Snape, the door didn't open.
After screaming so much his throat hurt, Harry gave up. For now. This was not the end of things. He had to find out what Snape had meant, and why he had gone nuts like that.
He wasn't going to let Snape escape. Not in this matter. Not ever.
Tbc...?