On The Rocks

TITLE: On the Rocks 1/6

AUTHOR: Harmony Marguerite

SUMMERY: What do you do when you are betrayed by the one you love? Seek comfort in another's arms of course!

PAIRINGS: SS/OMC, DM/HP, OMC/DM, SS/HP

WARNINGS: Slash. (Duh.) Sex... (don't hue, Ie, I'm sorry if it's awful!!) Language.

RATING: OMG!!!! I think it's a NC-17....correct me if I'm wrong....ratings confuse me.

NOTES: I feel that I must apologize for my very....odd brand of humor. Some of you might not get the majority of the jokes. But, to make you feel better, sometimes I don't get my own jokes. I just know that they're there. It's really depressing sometimes, ya know? To those who are so tired of Harry and Severus being the best each other has ever had, and Harry bringing out the other side of Snape that smiles....THIS IS NOT FOR YOU!!! (evil laughter.)

By the way, the characterizations in this story are a little different in here than in my other story. I'm used to writing crazy people, so I'm sorry if this is a little pathetic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and co. Try to sue me, I dare you! You'll get this lovely set of textbooks!
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ON THE ROCKS part 1
RELATIONSHIP ON THE ROCKS


Professor Thomas Edwards sat at his desk, grading papers. He leaned back, rubbing his eyes, as he looked at the rather large stack of papers in front of him. "I'll never get this done by Friday. How do people DO this every year?"

"We usually don't procrastinate." Came a voice from the open doorway. A tall dark figure stood outlined in the doorway, dark eyes gleaming in the small light, a hint of a smile crossed his lips.

"Sevvy!" Thomas cried.

Snape winced, then walked into the room. The smile disappeared as though it was too much trouble to maintain. He stood on the other side of the desk, glaring at Thomas. Except Thomas knew it wasn't a glare. Snape just didn't have many facial expressions.

"I wanted to see how far you had gotten on those papers." Snape said.

"Not very far." Thomas sunk down in his chair in obvious depression, gesturing toward the mountain in front of him.

The smile flickered across Snape's lips, and an amused chuckle escaped free. Thomas brightened. Ha, amusement! There was an emotion that Snape didn't have at all. Thomas delighted in the fact that he was the one to bring that out. Too bad he didn't show it very often. Thomas sighed.

"Something wrong?" Snape asked.

"No. I'm just sorry that I won't have time to sleep tonight." The man was an emotional vortex, letting you feel for him, living on your feelings, but never allowing himself to feel for you.

"I'm sure we can make it up over Christmas break." Snape mechanically kissed the top of Thomas' head, then walked out the door.

Again, Thomas sighed. He seemed to do that a lot whenever Snape was around, or just after. He wanted badly to be the one who broke through Snape's icy exterior and unlock the passion that just had to be waiting underneath. That was what made the man so damn sexy. Thomas had felt that he could easily get through to the man, but the task was more than he could handle. He did delight in the fact that Snape did seem to show more emotions than before they started to date, but even that was limited, and it had taken Thomas four months to be able to make him snort with amusement in private.

The man was impossible!

But... A smile crossed Thomas' lips. Oh, what a lover the man was under the sheets. All that icy exterior made for one Focused man. Mmm...

The door opened again, and Thomas looked up confused. Snape wouldn't come back so soon.

"Can I speak to you Professor?" Came a silky voice. Draco Malfoy looked in, uncertainty written on every feature.

"Of course Mr. Malfoy. Please, have a seat." Thomas gladly put the stack of papers to one side. They could wait.... For a year or so. "What do you need to talk about?"

Malfoy sighed, and slumped in the chair. "My boyfriend."

"You and Harry having problems?"

"Well, not really. But I just don't think that Harry's the one for me. I mean, he's a wonderful guy, I couldn't ask for anyone better, but there's..."

"Just something missing?"

"Exactly! I knew I could talk to you Professor. There's just something missing. I think it just might be love. I mean, I love Harry, I just don't love love him."

"It always amazed us that the two of you got together in the first place."

"There's always been this intense emotion between us. First we mistook it for hate, and now love. I think it was just lust. Harry is an amazing person though. He's actually gotten me to be nice." Draco laughed. "You should have seen me before I started to date Harry. I was really an awful person. It's almost like he remade me when he started to date me. And you know what Professor?"

"Mm?"

"I actually like the new me! Isn't that mind-blowing? I love being able to laugh, and play, and have friends, and not be afraid that my father would kill me. I owe everything I am to Harry, and I know that it will kill him to break up. But I can't help but wonder what I might be able to do without him."

Thomas stared at him. "I've been trying since July to make Severus feel the way that you now can. I haven't been able to. I want badly to make it happen, but I feel now that it was never my place to be able to do so. I think the task is a little bigger than I can handle."

They stared at each other for a few moments before Draco spoke. "Do you think that Harry could do what he did to me to Professor Snape?"

"No. I don't think the great Harry Potter would be able to make Severus Snape feel anything for him other than hate."


***** A Few Days Later *****

Harry wandered around the corridors of Hogwarts, free to do anything he pleased before curfew. At times like this on Christmas break, he felt as though he was the only person in the whole world. Most of the students had left two days ago, and he of course, was left behind.

It was near curfew, and he was about to turn around when a soft moan reached his ears. Knitting his brow, and feeling voyeuristic, Harry peered into the nearest classroom. He gasped, and stepped backwards, throwing a hand over his mouth to stop himself from screaming. Draco was in the classroom, in a heavy lip lock with Professor Edwards. Said Professor was busy trying to rip Draco's shirt off.

Unable to think, Harry ran down the corridor, trying to escape the image in the classroom, but it was seared onto his mind. Finally, with a scream he couldn't control, he fell to the ground, holding his head, not caring if they heard. Hell, he hoped they heard him. He screamed again, tears freely falling down his face.

"How could he?!" He screamed out, punching the hard stone floor. "How could he do this to me?!" He hit his hands again and again. Funny, after the first five hits, you don't notice the pain anymore. The blood fell, mixing with his tears in a beautiful puddle of dirty red.

Hands grabbed him from behind, stopping the next blow from coming. Harry screamed, and fought against the stronger grip.

"What did the floor ever do to you Potter?" Came the oily voice. Harry felt fresh tears coming. What God hated him so much that they would send Him here to see this?

"Leave me alone Professor." He ripped his hands out of the others grips, wincing in pain.

Snape grabbed his hands again, and roughly turned Harry to face him. "I will not leave you alone if you continue to try to mutilate yourself!" He tried to uncurl Harry's hands to inspect the damage, but Harry fought.

"Leave me alone! I can take care of myself!"

"That I believe." Snape said, voice dripping with sarcasm. He proved his point by jerking Harry's hands causing the boy to hiss in pain. "At least let me bandage you up. It figures Madam Pomfrey would be on vacation when you decide to tear yourself up. However, I think Thomas has some bandages in his office. We're near there."

Harry's eyes flew wide as Snape pulled him up to stand. /No, I don't want to see them again. "You can't go there Professor, I think Professor Edwards is busy."

Snape threw him a sideways glare as they walked through the corridor. "And why would he be busy, Potter? It's Christmas break."

Harry stopped, fresh tears flowing. "No! I don't want to see them again. I wont! I don't want to watch him cheat on me!"

"Watch wheat eat on you?" Snape's face was paler than normal. "What did you see Potter?" Harry shook his head, he couldn't speak. Snape grabbed his shoulders then shook him. "Dammit boy, what did you see?"

"D-Draco and P-Professor Edwards, kissing..."

"I don't believe you." Snape's voice was deadly quiet. Then he shouted. "I don't believe you!" He threw Harry to the floor. Frightened and bruised, Harry backed away from his enraged and impassioned professor. He didn't recognize the man in front of him, and began to cry again. "Do you hate me so much Potter, that you would take away the only good thing in my life? I don't believe you! Thomas wouldn't cheat on me!"

"I didn't know he was your boyfriend." Harry choked out. He looked up at Snape, eyes shimmering with absolute truth and tears that hadn't fallen. His face was soaked with tears that had. He was a fallen, broken angel, Snape thought absently. "I wouldn't lie Professor. You know that Draco is my boyfriend."

/No. Snape thought, staring at him. /Harry wouldn't lie about Draco. But that would mean... Snape gasped, and ran down the hall. Harry followed slowly, cradling his injured body

Harry watched as Snape flung the partially open door to the wall. Twin shouts of surprise erupted from the room's occupants, as Snape stood there like an avenging angel. Then a cry of "Severus!' filled the air.

Snape's voice was frighteningly quiet. "How could you? I trusted you. How could you do this to me?"

Harry peeked into the room, mostly hidden behind Snape. Thomas stood in the middle of the room, shock clearly written on every feature. Draco was pulling on his shirt, face red. Thomas shook his head, eyes watering.

"We didn't mean to Sevvy, we just..."

"Shut up!" Snape yelled, causing the three others to jump. His voice lowered to a level of projected anger. "Don't you dare call me that. You lost the right to call me any pet name. How could you betray my trust Thomas?" he turned on Draco. "And you. Do you think that you can betray Harry like this and walk away unscathed?"

Draco paled. He turned as if in a daze, and sat on a chair. Thomas stepped up to Snape.

"Severus, if you'll just let me explain. We were just talking, and..."

"I don't care!" Snape looked ready to hit something, most likely Thomas.

"Stop." Harry said, in a quiet, commanding voice. Snape's hand froze in midair. Thomas and Draco's heads snapped over ook ook at Harry. He leaned against the door, the blood from his hands streaked across his face, mixing with tears. Some of his cuts still bleed, though most were a mess of dried blood and dirt.

"Harry?" Draco spoke softly, eyes watering. "Oh, Harry, what happened?" Draco stood, but stopped when Harry just looked at him.

"I don't think that now is the time to discuss this." Harry spoke softly, the opposite of Snape. "It's too fresh. Your explanations might be the truth, but they'll only fall on deaf ears. We'll leave, and see you tomorrow. Maybe after a night of rest we might be a little lenient. It's just not possible now."

Thomas looked ready to say something, then turned away to hide fresh tears. Draco collapsed in his chair, finally letting the tears fall. Snape just stood there, staring at the wall with a strange expression.

With a sigh, Harry walked over to Snape, and grabbed a hold of the other's sleeve. Gently, he pulled, bringing Snape out the door. He left Snape in the corridor, and went to shut the door. With one last look at a sobbing Draco, Harry shut the door, feeling like he was closing a chapter of his life. Then he ran to catch up with the Potions Master, who was taking long strides to the dungeon.

They reached the dungeons, with Snape not even acknowledging Harry's presence. The door to Snape's quarters was almost slammed in Harry's face, but he managed to slip in with only a weak glare from Snape.

"Go away Potter." He muttered.

"Do you have any bandages?" Harry held up his hands, a mess of dried blood and cuts.

Snape sighed, and gestured him into the bathroom. "Run your hands in the water, I have some potions that will help disinfect them, especially since we didn't get them clean earlier."

Harry let the pain of the water consume him for a little while. When he was done, he went into the bedroom, where he found Snape on the bed, listlessly holding a bottle. Snape looked up with red eyes. He looked so vulnerable.

"I though he loved me." He whispered. With a bitter laugh, he looked away. Harry sat on the bed, and Snape took his hands.

"This is so unbelievably fucked up."

"Language, Mr. Potter."

Snape was almost finished when a sharp pain coursed through Harry's hand. He looked down, startled. "Sorry." Snape whispered. "I didn't mean to..." Snape dropped Harry's hand, and turned away. He fell back on the bed, covering his face with an arm. His body shook.

Harry realized it had been the salt from a tear that had caused the pain.

A sob made its way out of Snape, though he was trying hard to stop them. Harry curled into Snape's side. "It's okay to cry." He whispered, pulling Snape's arm away from his face. "It's just me here, and I wont think badly of you if you cry."

That seemed to opee fle floodgates, so they say. Snape turned to Harry, finally allowing the tears to fall. Harry didn't bother to try and stop his own tears. They clung to each other, each seeking comfort from the tears of the other.

After a while, Snape sat up, taking Harry with him. He whispered into Harry's hair when they both had calmed down a bit: "Love's a bitch."

Harry laughed, and choked. "Language, Professor." He gasped out.

Snape helped him stand, then stood himself. He bent over slightly to look into Harry's eyes. "Are you alright?" Heed, ed, gently moving stray pieces of hair out of the boy's eyes.

Harry gave a weak smile. "No. But I will be. Just give me time."

Snape pulled the boy close, burying his face in the dark hair. "Thank you."

Harry pulled back slightly, confusion on his face. "For what?"

"For letting me cry."

"Oh."

"It's so easy to let lust take over." Snape murmured, tracing Harry's face with a finger.

"Professor?" Harry's voice trembled.

"So very easy." He whispered. Harry couldn've ave as he realized how close Snape's face was. Snape pulled Harry to him with a hand on the back of the boy's neck. Harry gasped when he felt Snape's lips caress his. Snape took advantage of that, and thrust his tongue inside. After the first few seconds, Harry closed his eyes and moaned into the kiss. Merlin, he needed this. This was the comfort he needed tonight. Snape pulled away, leaving Harry making mewling noises.

Snape's eyes were wide. He gasped. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Harry looked up at him. "Why can't we?"

Snape froze. "What?"

"Why can't we let lust take over? Whatever is broken in our relationships can't get worse with a one night stand."

"We can't. I'm your teacher."

"So? Professor Edwards is a teacher too. That didn't stop him and Draco."

"Are you crazy?"

"Maybe." He threw himself into Snape's arms, catching him off balance. He stood on tiptoes to reach the other man's mouth and capture it in a kiss. To his disappointment, Snape's lips remained locked shut.

Harry almost growled when he realized Snape had no intention of deepening the kiss. Gently, he caressed the older man's lips with his tongue, asking for entrance. Harry pulled away momentarily when he felt Snape's teeth clench. He maneuvered them towards the bed.

"Fine, if that's how you want to play." He muttered, then resumed his attack on Snape's lips, letting his hand drift lower. When Harry suddenly grabbed Snape's cock in a gentle caress, Snape gasped as his hips reached into the contact. Harry took advantage, and slipped his tongue inside, while his hand returned to more appropriate places.

Snape finally managed to wrench his mouth away from Harry's incredibly talented tongue. Harry moaned from the loss of contact. "Fuck you Potter." Harry pushed him down on the bed, and climbed into his lap.

Harry grinned mischievously. "Yes, I was rather hoping you would." He wiggled suggestively across Snape's lap.

Moaning, Snape tried to still the boy, finally relenting to another kiss. /We both need this. He realized as he now investigated the others mouth. /We need the comfort of another's arms to know that we're needed. Just for tonight. He gently lay the boy on the bed, and pulled away to stare into wide green eyes.

"Are you certain you want to do this Harry?" Snape whispered, wanting to give the boy one last chance to back out. He was unsure, and frightened of what he would do should Harry say no. If nothing else, he needed this... this comfort, this love. He allowed one hand to become tangled in the messy black locks of hair.

With an odd look in his eyes, Harry gently traced the outline of Snape's face with his fingertips. "I need this Severus, just like you need this. We need each other, even if it's just for tonight."

Snape nodded, and swallowed hard. Damn the boy for being able to read people so easily. "Just ton tonight." He echoed both his thoughts and Harry's words.

Harry looked at him with green eyes shinning with innocence and tears. "Please, make me forget?"

Snape realized he couldn't deny the boy. "Anything for you." He whispered against Harry's neck, and moved so that he fully covered the boy. He kissed a spot on Harry's neck, then licked it, and finally sucked it, fully tasting the boy's skin. Harry moaned, and shifted so that Snape lay between his spread legs.

"Slut." Snape whispered, allowing his breath to caress the abused neck.

Harry half laughed, half moaned. "Oh I like that." His, voice was dripping with sarcasm. "I'm a slut? And what precisely does that make you? You're supposed to have more experience."

Snape slowly pulled Harry's robe and sweater down his shoulder, exposing skin tantalizingly slow. "It makes me more experienced. Good little boys don't lay spread out like this. And good little boys t mat make noises like this." And he sucked on Harry's neck again to show the boy what he meant.

Harry moaned, and then Snape suddenly found himself on his back. Confused, he looked up at Harry, who straddled him. The robe and sweater slipped, drawing Snape's eyes to exposed golden skin. "I never said I was a good boy." Snape looked at his face in time to see Harry give a wicked smile. He leaned over to whisper in Snape's ear. "I am going to make you scream." And he attached his mouth to the sensitive skin behind the ear. Snape moaned, thrusting up his hips, almost knocking Harry off balance.

"Now who's the slut?" Harry asked, breath caressing and drying the skin. Snape moaned again. "Are you impatient for something Professor?"

Snape sat up suddenly, this time really knocking Harry off balance. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, steadying him. Pulling him closer, he captured Harry's mouth in a passionate, possessive kiss. He pulled away and Harry discovered himself on hack ack again, and missing a robe. While he gathered his wits and breath, Snape deprived him of his sweater too.

"Not fair." Harry wined, plucking at Snape's robes. "How come I have to be naked, and you get to be covered?"

"Don't be such a baby." Snape muttered, kneeling between Harry's spread legs, licking and sucking his chest and nipples.

"I am not a baby." And to prove it, he locked his legs around Snape's waist. When the other man looked up in surprise, Harry used Snape's robes to pull himself up to sit on his professor's legs. He moved around a little, causing Snape to close his eyes and moan. Snape felt arms slip around his neck, and a talented tongue teased his mouth. He opened and let it inside. It would be a shame to let such a talent go to waste.

"Alright." Snape gasped as soon as his tongue stopped playing war. "Maybe you aren't a baby. But I'm still not convinced yet."

Harry grinned, and leaned backwards; letting Snape control laz lazy fall onto the bed. "I'm not worried. I have all night to prove it to you." He started to lazily work Snape's robe loose.

Snape growled. "I like to move slow, but I would like to be out of this robe before I turn fifty." He batted Harry's hand away, and quickly got his robe and shirt to join Harry's on the floor.

"You mean, you're younger than fifty?" Harry asked, eyes wide and innocent.

Snape stared at him, then sat up and glared. "That's it, I've just lost interest in seeing just how fuckable you are."

Harry looked at Snape's lap, and grinned. "Mm hmm. Of course." He raised an eyebrow as Snape blushed. Then he pouted. "You're no fun, you know that? Now all the whip cream is going to go bad. And what will we do with the gallon of cherries now?"

Snape surprised himself and laughed. Harry fell into his open arms with a smile. "I'll forgive the comment on my age for now. But just you wait, I'll get my revenge." Again, he lay the boy down and covered the smaller body.

"I'm not worried." Harry said, as Snape realized he was slowly being deprived of his pants. "I know you'll forget all about it before the hour is up. Old age does that to a person."

"I'm going to hurt you for that." Snape found himself on his back, and Harry finished pulling off his pants and boxers.

Not that he had a problem with that.

As long as Harry went into a similar state soon.

"Mm..." Harry looked hungrily up and down Snape's body with a lewd smile. Snape blushed a little. "Just let me hear you scream first." He slithered down Snape's body, and gave an experimental lick up Snape's cock.

Snape arched his back as Harry breathed on the slight spit left behind, drying it. "Fuck." He whispered.

Harry grinned. "Not yet Sev my dear, but I promise that you can later."

And Snape knew what an ice cream cone felt like as Harry gave his cock a similar treatment. Harry licked his way around the whole thing, then briefly sucked the tip. Then he repeated the process, leaving Snape in delightful agony of want.

"Oh Merlin. Where the hell did you learn to do this?" Snape asked while he was still coherent. Harry just grinned. Snape moaned as he sucked for a longer time.

"Come for me Severus." Harry whispered, his breath causing more delightful agony. His hand found Snape's, and intertwined their fingers. Harry licked once more, then Snape found himself deep inside Harryouthouth.

"Fuck!" Snape declared, moaning. He could feel Harry smile, and fought hard not to thrust up and fuck that dirty mouth. Somehow, Harry had managed to fit all of him in, and Snape was not a small man by any standards. He looked down to see those bright green eyes full of amusement watching him. There was another emotion, one that Snape wouldn't allow himself to identify.

Harry relinquished his prize for a moment. "You say that an awful lot." Then he swallowed Snape again. Harry hummed, then sucked.

Snape screamed, arching off the bed, and somewhere in the bundle of sound was Harry's name.

Retng tng to consciousness, Snape looked up to see Harry's satisfied face watching him, a white smear at the corner of his mouth. Somewhere along the line, Snape suddenly realized, Harry had lost his pants. He wiped Harry's mouth, and almost came again when Harry captured his finger and cleaned it.

"I told you I would make you scream." Harry whisd, ld, laying down on Snape.

"I didn't say you wouldn't." Snape smiled, lazily kissing him, and tasting himself. He remembered Thomas had hated the taste. "Though I had hoped to do something a bit more exhaustive."

"We have all night Severus." Harry said, lying on his back. "And I think you're forgetting something."

Snape let his gaze wander up and down Harry's body, lingering on his still erect cock. He smiled, and rolled over on top of him.

"That's right, we do have all night. And now you your turn treamream."

Harry's only reply was a wicked grin.

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Much later, Snape lay in bed, exhausted, but unable to sleep. /It's just this one night. He thought to himself as he rolled over to look at the man in bed with him. After tonight, he would never be a child in Snape's mind. Harry lay in the only patch of moonlight that came through the small window, golden skin glowing. Harry shivered a little in the cold night air, and Snape pulled the covers up.

/It's just tonight. He thought again. /It's just two broken hearts taking comfort in each other's misery until the daylight. It's just two hearts lost, being able to find each other for a night until their loves return to them. It's just tonight. We'll only have one night.

But, oh. What a night it was! Not just the sex, though it was the most mind-blowing experience he'd ever had. But the talking in between, and even the teasing during. He'd discovered Harry Potter, and he actually liked the man next to him. He liked how Harry made him smile and laugh. He loved how Harry made him feel whole.

Snape caressed Harry's cheek. Harry's eyes opened, green globes of light luminescent in the moon, and he smiled sleepily at Snape. Snape gasped. No one ever smiled at him like that, with their soul bared. Harry closed his eyes, and curled up into Snape's side.

/It's just tonight. Snape thought, gritting his teeth. /Thomas will be back to me in the morning, and Harry will be back in Malfoy's arms, and we'll all pretend that none of this ever happened. Harry sighed, and buried his head the cradle of Snape's neck and shoulder.

He pulled Harry closer, tears threatening to flow. /Oh Merlin, I think I'm in trouble. How can I give this up?

TBC