A Game Of Chance

A Game Of Chance

A/N: This story has two parts, or chapters. It is written in Snape’s POV. And a slight warning that he will be very out of character, and that his mind set is very up and down, almost like he’s going crazy. My I think it works perfectly for the story. So PLEASE REVIEW. This is my first Potter/Snape, and I have an idea for a much longer story for them. If this one gets good reviews then I will be far more comfortable with the next one. Which will have a much more in character Snape. And he won’t be half as crazy. So I hope you like the first part. OH all of the Harry Potter world does not belong to me, belongs to J.K Rowling



Part One


I glare across the table, Potter glares right back. Next to him Weasley pick’s up the dice and rolls “9, bloody hell Harry I landed you right on Snape’s best property”, Weasley wines. I look back at Potter he snuck out a thin boney white hand out of his thick blanket to snatch up the dice; he gives me another glare which is interrupted with a fit of coughing. Secretly the young mans state frightens me. He had destroyed Voldemort just a month ago, but at the price at his own health, Poppy was at a loss as to how to cure him, he wasn’t dying, but just looking at him made it clear that something was wrong.


McGonagall was sitting next to me; I saw her frown from the corner of my eye. I look at my property card, trying to push Potter’s poor health out of my mind. “ with a hotel on Boardwalk that comes to a grand total of 2000 play notes, pay up Potter”, I have to admit I rather enjoyed the game Monopoly, A Game Of Chance it said on the box, why not every thing else has been. I send my best smirk across the table, I know potter doesn’t even have half of the money needed; he was going to loss, for once. “You know I don’t have the money Snape” potter speaks with all the strength he had embodied just a month ago “Professor Snape, Harry”, McGonagall and Granger chimed at the exact moment. It makes potter smile, a big gorgeous smile, which could easily beckon men to their deaths, I fight my hardest not to be one of those men, not to show him that it affects me.


“ Are you asking for another roll Potter, don’t think your fame will get any thing out of me” I hiss at him, It is true, no matter if he did save my life and free me from the dark lords hand, he chant be getting any hand outs from me. “Harry will suck your cock if you let him roll again” Weasley almost yells out, now that is an interesting offer. “Ron” Granger shriek’s, I say nothing for the moment, I am honestly thinking the offer over. Minerva is still stunned, as it seems Potter is, But I will be damned if I Don’t see pure arousal flash across his face, if only for a moment, and many times before, don’t forget that Severus. Quite sudden Potter blushes a very deep shade of crimson, making his bone white skin look alive for the first time in weeks.

“Mr. Weasley ten points from Gryffindor, for for for, what you just suggested”, Minerva spits out, rather flustered. “ Oh come on Professor, Harry’s of age, and its not like Snape is one of his professors any more, and you know were no longer students”, Weasley fusses , Minerva doesn’t answer but simply left the table. Granger is still in a great state of shock. Potter starts to come out of it, he lands a rather hearty punch on Weasley arm, “ your deranged, bewitched, crazy as a hatter”, potter would have continued, but Weasley interrupted “ we cant lose to him Harry, no way, take one for the team mate” Weasley teased a bit. I find it interesting that potter hasn’t refused out right.

“ what do you mean we Ron, I’m the one playing him”, Potter hisses back, “ but I’m the one rolling for you” Weasley answers, Potter has the unmistakable look of murder in his eyes, and oh god to my exquisite torture potter lick’s his full pink lips, it would be bliss to have those lips around my cock. “I accept the offer; now take your second roll”. What can I say, it’s hard not to fall desperately in love with Harry Potter, and I'm pretty sure he wants me as much as I want him. Why he does I cant understand for the life of me, I’m old, mean, ugly beyond all mention, and have never been civil to him or his friends, yet there is that look again; and now I’m certain it was a good chance to take.


Potter just stares at me all signs of his blush gone, his eyes are wide, and I have stunned the poor young man again. Slowly his hand moves over the board, he puts his piece back where it was and he rolls, this time a saving grace of 12, rather sudden I’m hard as rock, and all I can think of is kissing Potter senseless. Potter say’s almost nothing the rest of the game, but has taken over rolling and moving his piece; Weasley doesn’t seem too broken over it.

For two hours we play this way, and by Merlin Potter wins, Potter doesn’t just beat me, he destroys me, how does he do it, how does he manage to always come out the victor, I hate him all over again, but I am weak and I love him again almost instantly, I am truly doomed, a quick blowjob wont even breach the surface of the pleasures I want to share with potter. Yes he is the death of me, and I welcome him with open arms. I pray that he will do the same to me, Rape has never interested me. Potter stands, slowly and painfully, I hear his joints pop, again I am forced back to the horrible fact that my secret love is, well damn what Poppy says, my Harry is wasting away, dying right in front of my eyes.


Potter extends his hand to me, something he’s never done before, I take his thin hand in mine, frightened by how cold it is, but his grip is strong, it matches mine, and I think for a moment that his thumb caresses me, most likely he is shivering, either from the cold he only seems to feel or from disgust of touching me. And now I am not sure if I have been seeing desire in his eyes, it could be easily something I have forced my self to see, after nightly dreams of Potter confessing his all consuming love for me, how could I not see it in his eyes. Yes that explain every thing, Potter has no interest in me, No desire, no love for me. And now I wish Potter had let The Dark Lord to kill me.


My hand drops, as Granger Pulls Harry away from me, the only thing she can do from saving her dear friend from the Horrible Potions professor, I don’t think so Ms. Granger, “ Mr. Potter if you will follow me”, I say as I stand up, potter goes to move out of Grangers grasp, Granger will have none of it. “Hermione, you really think that’s what is going to happen, I will be spending the whole night cleaning the stock room” Potter tells granger to reassure her, but I know he doesn’t believe a word of it. Granger looks at me, Weasley has started to pull her away, I find it odd that he isn’t throwing a fit, perhaps there is more behind this offer then I thought, at least I can hope. Granger laugh’s, something is defiantly going on that I’m not aware of.


“Harry it was silly of me to think such a thing”, she lets go of potters arm; he’s mine now, at least for a few precious moments. Potter turns to me, he says nothing, but I know he is following me as I head for my living space in the dungeons. Harry stops a few feet behind me giving me privacy to say my password, it’s very considerate of him. I usher him into my living space, he’s the first person to ever enter it-save Albus, and if it were up to me he world never leave. I watch him as he looks around, always so curious, its one of the many reasons I love him.

I sit on my old worn leather couch, I’m at a loss now of what to do, certainly I can’t just take my cock out and ask him to suck it; or can I. I realize that he’s been watching me, to my relief he doesn’t appear scared, he is just standing in front of the fire, for the warmth no doubt watching me. He walks over to me, still watching me with those emerald eyes. I unbutton my slacks, as he gets on his knees, is this really happening. Potter rests his arms along my thighs, I lean back thankful he’s taken over. He caress my hardness with his cheek and nose, slowly easing it out of the material, I gasp when the first hint of his breath caress over the head and shaft.

Why oh why is he teasing me this way, I had fully expected him to get right down to it, the quicker I cum the faster he can leave, but no he graces the head with a soft flick of his tongue, lapping away the pre cum, the quick sensation is to much for me to remain silent I shout, and potter seems pleased with the reaction. He takes me into the heat of his mouth, I cry out again, this time a tear slides down my cheek. Never have I felt anything like this before, with each bob and twist of his tongue I get closer, I fell his hands move up my body, they fist and tangle themselves in my robes, he kneads into my chest much like a cat does, how did I never notice how feline this man was.

His eyes are shut, he moans; I want desperately for him to look at me so I know he knows its me he’s doing this to, not the phantom lover in his head, the lover I know must be there, because this beautiful demon Harry Potter will never belong to me. I find the strength to stop him, his eyes are so dark, he looks at me, and there is an unexplained rage there. “ you hate me” the words are torn from my throat, his eyes soften, his bruised lips shake “ no”, I do not hear him, “ I disgust you”, again he answers no. Now I am confused, he senses it, he pushes him self up, there are no pain full pops of bone. “You do not disgust me; I do not hate you, Professor”. He speaks softly, Professor, that won’t do “Severus, please Severus”. Potter smiles, “Severus”. He does not just say it he purrs it of his lips.


He slides back down my body taking his previous poison, I stop him again, this time he looks annoyed with me. He has every right to be I’m preventing him from joining his dream lover again. I can not stop my self, I must hear him say it he will be the first “ tell me you love me Potter”, it is not a demand, I beg him to say it, he does not have to be told twice “ I love you, I love you Severus, I love you so much” again he takes me into his mouth, and I believe his words, he takes all of me in just once and I reach my climax with a cry, I can not control my body, I fell my fingers slid into his hair, he swallows every last drop of me until I’m limp. My eyes are closed as I fell him get up, but he does not leave, I fell his weight on the other side of the couch.


It takes me a minute to regain my voice, I know I’m still exposed, but I can’t find the sense to care. He shifts on the couch; his own erection visible threw his slacks. I look at him, he looks at me; he says nothing he gets up, again no pop and snap of bone, his skin looks flushed, still pale but not like before. He turns from me to the door; no it can not end this way. I lunge at him, he gasps, I pull him against my chest, and his skin is the sweetest to the tongue. I kiss his neck, his ear, he does not pull away, he is curious as to why I’m doing this to him. “ give me the night Harry, Let me love you the way that only I can, no one else will love you like I do.” I whisper it into his skin, but he has heard me. He turns in my arms.

“Other then my self you’re the only one that believes I’m dying”, his voice is sad, why does he have to remind me “no not any more, you look like you did before you finished him” he has to know that I wont let him die. “It wont last”, he kisses me, and kisses me again, “take me to your bedroom Severus”, such passion he posses at that moment, and every moment after, I truly do believe that Harry Potter loves me. I will convince him that he must never leave me, for I will love him for the rest on our days. I remove his clothing, he removes mine; he tells me he loves me again, I almost tell him that he doesn’t have to say it anymore, but I can’t.

He lies on my bed, the bed I want him to share with me forever, but I know I will have to make do with tonight. I rest between his legs, kissing and tasting every inch of his cream tinted skin, Harry kisses his way down my jaw, he pauses to move my hair behind my ear. He continues kissing my neck and chest, he bites down at the juncture of shoulder and throat, he quickly soothes it with his tongue, I do the same to his flesh, in the days to come I wan him to see my mark on him, I want him to remember the love I gave him.

I am hard again, and he is begging me to take him “please Severus, no more waiting, all we’ve done is waited”. In my state of mind I don’t completely grasp what he is saying only that he wants me. He wraps his legs around my waist he refuses to let me properly prepare him. “I don’t want to stop seeing your beautiful face Severus, just go slowly, you wont hurt me” he begs me, I almost laugh, I almost believe I’m beautiful. I nibble at his throat as I slowly apply more pressure at his entrance, forward and back, forward and back, I don’t break the gaze into his eyes, no pain there, just trust, just love; just love, I do laugh this time, Harry Potter has driven me insane, I have to tell him “you have turned me into a raving mad man Harry, what do you say to that”.

I am to the hilt now, I stop he has to adjust to me inside him. Potter laughs, and kissing the mark he left on me “As long as you’re my mad man, I don’t care, my beautiful crazy darling”. He tells me this against my lips, and quickly enters them with his tongue, I fight to be in control, he lets me win, I kiss him for hours, happy with his words of love, he starts to move against me, he is ready for us to start making love, no matter what tomorrow brings, tonight it will be love. I pull out, he moans at the loss, I push back in, he moans again.

Slowly we rock against each other, he kisses the sweat of my brow, “ do you really love me Severus” he has trouble forming the words, he is close, as am I. “ oh Merlin yes Harry, until my dying day” it is the truth, I can not lie to him. He does not reply, he grips my hand, or have I gripped his. Harry’s climax is a beautiful sight, it hits him with such a force, that he clings to me, like I’m his dying breath, he holds onto me. He needs me for that moment, I can not go any longer, I spill my self into him, my breath is ragged, he caress my back, his hands are shaking. My beautiful crazy darling, I always will be his, only his. If only he will be mine forever. I still can’t believe that he will be mine.

I retrieve a wash cloth from the bathroom, a cleansing spell if far too impersonal, he closes his eyes as I clean him, I can’t keep my hand off his body, so beautiful. 18 years old and the body to prove it. He lets me pull him under the covers, he snuggles into neck, and he fits perfectly there. Quickly he is asleep, I’m afraid to sleep, afraid this is all a dream, afraid I will wake up and he won’t be here. “My beautiful crazy darling” saying it aloud makes it real. I remind my self that he said it to me, “How could he love you Severus” my own mind is against me. “I really am going crazy”. I smirk into the darkness, Potter, Harry, no matter; his arm moves across my chest I close my eyes and sleep, tomorrow will happen no matter what I do.


A/N I hope you like the first half, I know the style its in may be a little strange but I really like how it turned out. So please review, I want to know if the story is even worth adding the next half.