Harry glared at him the entire way. "You really are a bastard!" He growled, going to the door and stumbling a little from the punch. Great, low tolerance and being stuck with Snape, drugged. Perfect. The other man was never going to let him live this down. It was bad enough he caught him in this ridiculous dress.
Snape just stood with his arms crossed and smiled. "Perhaps..." He noticed Harry glaring at the dress he was wearing. "As I said before, you do not look unattractive in that," he whispered, taking a few small steps forward.
Harry blushed brightly, looking up at the other man. "Um... thank you?" He wasn't sure how to respond to that. Maybe it was a compliment, maybe it wasn't. He wasn't sure and he didn't know whether he should care or not. He just stood there, unmoving.
"What are you really thinking, Harry?" the taller man asked quietly, slowly closing the gap between them with silent footsteps. "You cannot possibly loathe me as much as you let on, seeing as I do not loathe you one bit."
Harry looked at him in surprise. "You don't? Then what the bloody hell is with drugging me and all of that crap during school? Besides, I've tried making you at least like me and you seem determined to ignore me even after I left school," he said, frowning in thought. He wanted to lean into the man, to get closer. "I want to get closer to you," he blurted.
Taking Harry at his word, Snape took the final step between them. He was standing directly in front of the smaller man, looking down into the piercing green eyes. "I must admit, while I was teaching you, I did not like you," he said quietly. "So much like your father, you were. Always getting into mischief, disturbing the peace. And then you defeated Voldemort. And the rescue operations you set in motion, helping those in need. You were really brave and caring." He cocked his head, studying Harry's features, tracing the lines of his face with his eyes, landing on the sharp jaw. He unconsciously licked and bit his bottom lip.
Harry was about to let the man have it when he saw the way that Snape was looking at him. Oh... He blushed straight to his toes, leaning just a little closer to the other man. He should wonder just why Snape was attracted to him. Was it because of his mother? Was it because he looked and acted like her, reminding the other man of his first love? He didn't wonder, though. He was too busy wondering if the older man would kiss him or not. He licked his dry lips, hoping that the man would kiss him.
As if reading Harry's mind, Snape gently held him around the waist and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Harry melted easily into Severus' arms, kissing him back with all that he had. His arms wrapped around Severus' neck, pulling the man down to Harry's height so he wouldn't have to crane his own neck as much. Their scents intermingled, each intoxicated by the other. Harry whimpered as the aroma of honeysuckle nectar and powdered rose petals overpowered him, and Harry's scent of vanilla and oranges made Sev sigh and deepen the kiss. When he finally pulled away, he was out of breath, and wanting so much more of this magnificent boy. He reached one hand up to cup Harry's jaw, brushing the edge with his thumb, forcing him to look up into the black eyes of a man who had wanted this for so long. Why had they waited so long to kiss? What came next? Harry sent the man a soft smile, hoping it was somewhat seductive.