Rain beat against the windows of the Granger house. Its lone occupant sat reading by the light of a dim lamp, the rest of the house dark save for the sodden grey light that crept through the rain washed windows. The sound of the wet weather outside was the only sound to be heard.
Harry jumped slightly as thunder and lightning crashed through the house, rattling the windows and brightening the sitting room remarkably. He chuckled at himself.
"S'what I get for reading horror stories in a rain storm," He muttered.
Hermione had gone to work with her parents, thanks to their receptionist getting a flat tire. She was sitting in for her, having helped around their office since she was small. This had left Harry alone, and after finding that daytime television was not his cup of tea, he'd chosen a book at random from the full shelves in the sitting room. It had been too wet to attempt his ritualistic sweat sacrifice this morning, and he was restless as the clock on the wall rolled over to the afternoon.
Harry tried to return to his book, which he was actually enjoying immensely, when a knock came at the door. With a groan, he slipped a bookmark into the book and set it aside, getting up from the chair he'd been lounging in. Before he made it all the way to the door, there came a second knock. He pulled the door open to reveal the last person he'd ever expected. Snape stood on the other side, drenched and without a coat. The Gryffindor immediately stepped out of the way.
"Snape, what the hell are you doing out in this?!" Harry questioned as Snape took a few shuddering steps into the house. He closed the door. "Geez, you're soaked." Harry thought frantically of what to do. "Take off your shirt before you catch your death, I'll get a towel."
Receiving no argument from the half-drowned Potions Master, Harry took off to the upstairs bathroom. He grabbed a guest towel from the linen pantry and came back downstairs to his professor. Snape had made no progress on getting his shirt off, his trembling fingers fumbling still with the tiny top button. Harry set the towel down and approached.
"Here, let me," He mumbled.
Snape's fingers fell away as Harry set about unbuttoning his shirt. The buttons were slick because they were wet, and Harry struggled slightly. He glanced up at Snape, whose lank black hair hung limply around his face, dripping rivulets of water on the soaked chest and shoulders of his shirt. Finally, he found a rhythm with the buttons, and looked down again as he methodically pulled them loose from their holes. Halfway down the shirt, he was stopped by a slow, unexpected kiss. His head shot up, and he stared in shock into the ebony gaze. Buried in the fathomless dark eyes was hesitant desire. And then Snape was kissing him again, frozen fingers cupping his jaw.
Harry closed his eyes, returning the kiss fervently. Snape's breaths shuddered, though Harry doubted it was entirely the cold, as nimble Seeker's fingers made quick work of the last few buttons, pulling the shirt free of wet, black trousers. The older wizard shucked the shirt off his shoulders before burying his fingers in Harry's hair and drawing him closer. Harry touched the thin, muscular abs, drawing a moan from his companion. Trembling fingers moved from his hair and began working at his own shirt, pulling the tiny, flat baubles free of their prison. When Snape reached his trousers, he forewent untucking the shirttails and forcibly pushed the shirt off of Harry's shoulders, trapping his arms near to his sides. Harry reached out with his limited grasp and dug his fingers into the waist band of the Potions Master's pants, drawing their bodies together. Their bare-naked chests clashed together like ships passing in a storm, and now it was Harry who moaned into the kiss. He felt a hardness that answered his own burning like a hot stone against his stomach.
Snape pulled out of the kiss and gently urged Harry to lift his chin with a firm thumb. Sharp teeth nipped a trail over his jaw. Devilishly erotic lips touched the sensitive skin behind his jaw and that devilishly erotic voice breathed against his ear.
"Harry…"