Chapter 13

Snape, still in shock, sat there with a huffing and puffing post-orgasmic teen boy in his lap, attempted to collect his thoughts.

"I just made Harry Potter climax. He is in my lap, topless with wet pants!"

Harry's breathing finally started becoming regular again. Sheepishly, Harry turned to Snape making eye contact and smiled.

"That was er…Unexpected." Harry confessed.

Snape looked down at the boy and saw the flush of arousal paint the boy's cheeks. Harry's body was hot to the touch as well as smooth. Harry rested his head back against his professor's chest closing his eyes and hummed.

"Your heart is beating really fast sir…"

Snape felt like he was starting to regain his control over his body. He lifted his hands and put them on the teen's shoulders. Harry nuzzled closer to the man's chest, embracing the older man's touch.

Snape, now with full control of his body pushed the topless boy off his lap almost violently and shuffled ungracefully from Harry. Snape stood and towered over Harry, who was still on the ground.

Professor Snape, in the process of regaining his control had also found his signature scowl.

"Potter…How dare you?"

Harry felt the cold stone floor blanket on his exposed skin. He tried to stand to match his professor's height but instead, slipped and fell back onto the ground.

"Sir, it's not like…I didn't mean…I thought you-"

Snape bent over and made direct eye contact with Harry Potter. His shadow casting over the already cold boy, making him shiver. Whether it was from fear or the freezing stone floor, he didn't care.

"Get out Potter! Get out and don't come back!"

"Sir, please!"

"OUT!"

Severus Snape grabbed Potter's shirt and threw at him then turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Harry looked down at his damp pants and shirt. What was originally a blushing face was now a face of shame.

"Oh god, what have I done?"

Harry sat on the ground, not bothering to put his shirt on and cried. He'd royally fucked up.

Professor Snape stomped and paced in his private quarters.

"I can't believe the nerve of that boy. I can't believe I let him trick me!"

Snape was holding a nice glass of firewhisky in his hands while he yelled at himself.

"What is wrong with that boy? Couldn't he have just used his damn hand like a normal boy?"

Snape gave up walking and dropped himself on his favourite armchair. With one swig, he gulped his glass of firewhisky and poured himself another. Snape looked at the fireplace and watched the embers crack and pop on the log. He held his glass up and against the light of the fire and swirled his drink around, almost making the ice dance with the warm glow of light.

"When the boy was just starting to get better too…"

Snape had sat there for close to 2 hours before he was interrupted with a knock at his door. The knocking didn't sound like that of the headmistress. It took all of two seconds for Snape to work out who was at his door at this hour. He stood and wobbled, realising he was no longer tipsy but utterly pissed. He had never faced a student as drunk as a sailor. He cursed and made his way to the wooden door, leaning against the wall for support.

He opened the door with, wearing his scowl as much as he could without giving into the sweet influence of whisky.

Looking at the boy, it looked as though he had been crying heavily for quite some time. He was also shivering. Had he spent the last 2 hours in the dungeons feeling sorry for himself?

"What do you want Potter? My right hand or the left?"

He could have easily stopped at the "Potter", but he struggled to keep his tongue under control. Whether it was his anger or the alcohol he didn't care. Harry winced at the second question and looked down. He crossed his arms from the cold most likely and looked at the ground.

"Sir, please, I didn't mean for that to happen. Can we talk?"

Severus was not just pissed from booze but pissed off at the Potter boy too. He couldn't believe that he had started seeing Potter as an individual but in front of him was a Potter; dark, messy hair and entitled to the world. Without a doubt the son of James and Godson of Black.

"Fuck off Potter." Snape slammed the door in the boy's face and attempted to shuffle back to his chair when he heard the knocking again. He rolled his eyes and tried to ignore it. The knock was louder and more urgent, but he just couldn't care. The third time was no longer knocking but palms banging on the wood. Just before he was ready to tune out, the boy had to open his voice and scream on the top of his lungs.
"You hypocrite! You wanted Lily to listen to you when you messed up, but you won't listen to me when I make a mistake! I'm sorry!"

That little shit. Letting go of the wall he turned around, furious, swung the door open and yelled back.

"You…Of all the low things to- What do you want Potter? You got a massage from your teacher, you got it half naked, you finished in my lap without caring about how this would affect me and then you bring Lily into this? You piece of shit, how dare you?!"

The waterworks begun again. Before Potter could respond, Snape continued.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you Potter?"

Harry screamed through his tears.

"Everything!"

Snape scoffed but continued to listen to Potter.

"Sir, please…I genuinely liked it when you touched me. I miss Ron and Hermione so much. I miss the Weasleys and I miss just having a human touch me and not trying to kill me! I thought we were friends I guess or well I wanted it anyways… I thought you were trying to comfort me, and I liked it. Did I like it more than I should? Yeah, well, I'm a fucked-up kid who got turned on when someone touched them. I tried to hide it, but you thought I was sleeping. I fell back because I thought leaning on you would help or something and I was already so close. It-it was the straw that broke the camel's back, I couldn't help it!"

He was desperate but Severus was interested in a statement Potter had confessed.

"I thought we were friends…"

He felt his face soften just the slightest. Harry continued.

"Please, I don't want this to end the same way as fifth year remedials."

Ah yes, the failed Occlumency classes. How the boy decided to go for a little dive into his most embarrassing and vulnerable memories. The boy is a complete idiot to try to put out a fire with another fire. He glared at the boy again.

"I donno sir, you make me weird. You always have. I always fuck up the most when I'm around you. I try and try to do the right thing and when I slip with you, its not just a slip but a huge fall into an abyss and just when I start to crawl out, I fall even deeper. I just don't want that to happen. Please, I'm so sorry. I really want to be friends. I really like you."

Snape laughed at the last statement and agreeing with a "No doubt you really like me" and Harry brushed his hand through his already messy hair nervously.

The two stood at his door not making eye contact with each other in silence. Snape sighed and like a baby wanting milk, he wanted his whisky.

"Fine, whatever, I've already seen you strip and made you cum, what's inviting you into my quarters going to do for my reputation?" Snape stepped to the side and held the door open to the shivering teen. Harry walked past and whispered a "Thank you".

Snape hoped there was plenty of firewhisky for what was about to come.