Ch 2

Harry's feet tangled when he arrived in Severus' home, but this time, he'd managed to bring the Potions Master down with him, or, rather, on top of him might be the better turn of phrase.

Looking up into those deep black eyes, wide with surprise, Harry felt something stir in his stomach. "Mr. Potter, do you see, now, what I mean when I say you are the most-"

But Harry wasn't listening to his words anymore. Quite the opposite, in fact, as he tangled his hand upward in Severus' long hair and began pulling the man down toward him.

They'd landed quite awkwardly, with Severus' left leg tucked between both of Harry's and his arms on either side of the young man's shoulders, having caught his fall. Harry was sprawled on his back, his legs spread wide, as was one arm, but the other was dragging Severus closer and closer to the boy.

Even as indignation at being ignored raged inside Severus, he found he couldn't protest the advances Harry was making. Earlier when Harry had been speaking of the Weasley spawn, Severus had quickly learned something new about himself: he was apparently very attracted to green-eyed, messy-haired Gryffindors, and now he found himself sliding upward against Harry's body, making the reach of their lips a smaller distance.

He felt a burning contact just above his knee a fraction of a second before their lips met, and he realized with a shock that he'd come to the junction of Harry's legs. But then they were kissing and Severus had never felt so warm, and he felt his arms giving way. He dropped himself to rest against Harry's body, feeling the warmth seep through his cold skin.

Harry brought up his other hand and pushed against Severus' shoulder, urging the man off him. If it weren't for the fact that Harry didn't break the kiss, Severus would have thought it a rejection. As it was, Harry's hand left his hair and moved to the buttons down Severus' shirt. When the first glimpse of skin was revealed, Harry gasped in pleasure, opening his mouth to allow Severus' tongue to explore inside and ghosting his fingers across the exposed flesh.

The buttons were quickly undone and Harry began pulling at Severus' robe, coat, and shirt. When they were hanging off the man's shoulders, Harry had to stop and fiddle with the buttons along the Potions Master's sleeves.

Impatiently, Severus ripped himself away from the man lying on the ground, tore out his wand, and magicked the buttons undone. He swiftly deposited the articles on the carpet of his sitting room. Next came his undershirt, and he was nearly finished with his belt when the young man, whose leg he was straddling, gripped onto the waistband of his trousers and pulled. Severus' eyes flew to match the green ones in surprise, only to find himself even more shocked by the obvious lust he found staring back.

He swallowed hard, but at Harry's insistent tug, shoved aside his nervousness and found himself back in the arms of the young man on the floor. Just before Severus could attach their lips in a kiss, however, Harry tilted his head as a rather odd angle, and Severus was presented with a small expanse of smooth, unblemished skin.

Well that won't do, Severus thought to himself as he attached his teeth to the proffered neck. Sucking hard, he heard Harry let out a moan. He pulled back sharply, thinking he'd hurt the young man, but the only movements Harry made were to pull his wand to vanish his own shirts and throw his head out in a moan when the cold air hit his bare skin.

Difficult though it was, Severus balanced on his knees, even as he leaned forward to claim Harry's neck in another bruising bite and fumbled with the clasp on his trousers. Soon, he was trying to shove them down, while Harry loosely cupped the back of his neck with one hand and exploring the plains of his chest with the other.

Severus, overcome with the new sensations and quickly losing himself in the heat of the moment, nearly didn't hear Harry when he gaspingly asked Severus to stop.

Startled, Severus pulled back to look at the flushed young man under him. Harry was gazing up at him, panting for breath as he tried to speak. "I-I don't want- the room- spinning."

Severus looked down at him for a moment, uncomprehendingly. Then, recognition lit his eyes, and he summoned two Sobering Potions. He handed one to Harry and downed the other even as he thought it was a bad idea.

Instantly, he knew he was right.

Harry sat upright and slithered out from under Severus, coming to stand in front of him. Severus still saw the lust in his eyes, but it was obviously overshadowed by the realisation of what- or rather whom- he was about to do.

Severus righted himself, too, but before he could even begin an apology- how did one apologise for such a thing anyway?- Harry was leaving the room.

Severus' eyes trailed after him as he walked through the open door leading into his bedroom, assuming the young man was heading for the private en suite to right his appearance before he went home. Harry didn't appear to be uncomfortable, his posture wasn't uptight, and his face seemed relaxed, but if Severus knew one thing about Harry Potter, it was that nothing was as it seemed when he was around.

Left standing in his sitting room, alone, aroused, and embarrassed, Severus ran a hand over his face. How could he have let this happen? When he'd walked into The Three Broomsticks this afternoon, this had surely not been his plan. He'd not intended to go in and seduce a drunken Boy-Who-Lived, or as he was referred to as now, Vanquisher-of-the-Dark.

Hell, when he'd walked into The Three Broomsticks this evening, he hadn't even been attracted to the man! Now of course he'd seen his photograph in the paper every now and again, and as everyone else did, he'd gazed appreciatively at Harry's figure, but he'd not held these feelings for him.

Had he?

While Severus had been frozen in his reverie, Harry had gone into his bed chamber and looked around. It was surprising. Lavish, the chamber was decorated in dark burgundy and black hangings and pillows. He'd assumed Severus would be quick to follow him to the bed, but when the man didn't appear after a moment, Harry took the time to remove his pants, the only thing remaining of his clothing, and situate himself on the man's plush bed coverings.

A moment more had passed, and Harry got to be uncomfortable. Was he wrong? Was Severus regretting this now that he was sober. Harry hadn't even asked, was the man seeing someone else, and Harry was completely out of line?

A flash of jealousy gripped him at that thought, and he got back up off the bed. Swiftly moving to the door, he grabbed his pants from the floor where they'd been discarded and peeked his head around the doorway to see what was keeping Severus while still hiding his naked state around the wall.

Seeing the man stock-still in the centre of the room where Harry'd left him, Harry let his Gryffindor courage, and maybe a bit of his hormones, through to take a chance. Keeping his voice low, and hopefully seductive, Harry murmured from the doorway, "Aren't you coming?"

Severus' head whipped around, and he stared in shock at Harry, mouth hanging agape, but Harry wasn't finished. He tossed his pants into the sitting room, letting Severus' eyes follow them until they hit the floor before he drew the man's attention back to him. "Don't make me start without you."

Harry disappeared back around the doorway before Severus could form a single thought, he cheeks flaming with embarrassment.