Cupboard Space

CHAPTER 10

Harry endured the week’s classes with as much tolerance as he could muster. There hadn’t been a day in which another photo of his naked at the Slytherin party hadn’t showed up. It wasn’t as if Harry hadn’t expected it, he’d just become tired of seeing himself and hearing the same taunts. Harry had hardly seen Snape outside potion’s class, which had become very strange since his meeting with Snape in the infirmary. It wasn’t obvious to anyone who wasn’t watching for it but Snape was paying him more attention even complimenting him on his work in his usual round about sarcastic way. Harry hadn’t been in Snape’s class for four years and never lost house points, but this week he hadn’t lost any. During practical classes Snape would pause behind Harry’s stool a little longer than everyone else’s. The wizard would lean a little closer to Harry when demonstrating a technique, and would always make firm, almost suggestive eye contact with Harry during the lesson at some point.

Harry wasn’t sure if he was imagining it or if it was real. Having only just realized his sexual attraction to the elder potion’s professor Harry wasn’t sure if it was just him paying Snape more attention than usual or the man was making a deliberate attempt at enticing him. Either way the change was so subtle no one, not even Hermione the master of perception had picked it up, or at least that’s what Harry thought.

Snape however knew the opposite. The elder wizard knew the ocean blue eyes watched his every move, deciphering every flicker of emotion in the potion professor’s eyes and who had doubtlessly seen what had passed everyone else by. The plan was going perfectly.

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It was Friday and Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table finishing his evening meal when a fluttering under his hand on the table made him startle. Pulling his hand up Harry was surprised to find a flittering piece of paper had appeared under his palm. Ron and Hermione had seen their friend jump and were now staring at the jumping little scrap of paper that had appeared for nowhere. Frowning in mild concern of another of Draco’s cruel jokes, Harry cautiously picked up the bit of paper and unfolded it. Inside Harry found a childishly scrawled note.

‘Meet me in the fourth floor corridor at 8.30 tonight.’ Harry read the note beneath his breath twice both his friends having read it to. Automatically Harry glanced up and over at the Slytherin table suspecting foul play but surprisingly the entire Slytherin house was animatedly involved in their own dinner and was paying no attention to Harry or his mysterious note.

“Who’s it from?” Ron inquired patiently trying to get Harry to hand over the note so he could see it better. Harry however had instantly changed his gaze from the Slytherin’s over to their head of house that was sat in his usual position at the very far end of the professor’s table. Harry’s gaze met Snape’s when the wizard casually glanced up from his desert, and the boy new instantly whom the note was from. Harry wasn’t positive but he could have sworn he saw the head of Slytherin smile crookedly before the wizard had clicked his fingers and the note had disintegrated into nothing but sand between Harry’s fingers. Harry sighed as dusted off the sand both Hermione and Ron staring at him in expectant shock.

“What? Do you seriously think I’m going? It’s just one of Malfoy’s tricks, forget it.” Harry snapped as he finished the last mouthful of his pumpkin juice before rising from the table and heading from the great hall.

It was just gone 8.25 when Harry emerged from the Gryffindor bathrooms, his towel slung over his shoulder and his dirty school uniform clasped in his right hand. Harry didn’t usually leave his shower this late but Snape’s note had asked him to break curfew and if he was caught ‘being in the bathroom’ seemed a valid excuse. Glancing both ways up the hallway Harry padded quickly down the staircase from the sixth floor heading for the fourth. Harry met a few late Hufflepuffs scrambling to get to their own dorm before curfew but nothing was said to the out of place Gryffindor dressed in his sleep pants, jumper and slippers. The clock struck 8.30 just as Harry rounded the corner into the fourth floor corridor, and as the last chime rang out the wall torches dimmed leaving Harry practically in the dark save for what little light the torches gave out. With a nervous shudder Harry reached out and planted a hand firmly on the wall and with his Gryffindor courage began down the now darkened corridor.

“Professor?” Harry whispered beneath his breath as he blindly felt around for the person he was supposed to be meeting. Harry had gone no more than a few feet down the corridor when the wall he’d been following gave way to an open doorway and the boy dared to glance inside. The classroom or whatever it was dark and Harry listened for signs of life but just when he though no one was there a body stepped up behind him and pushed him into the room.

Harry slid out his wand as stumbled into the room, spinning around almost automatically a hex balanced on the tip of his tongue.

“Put it away Potter.” Snape’s voice hissed out from the darkness and Harry obediently lowered his wand and winced a little when Snape whispered a charm and the torches in the room ignited in dim flame. Snape was wearing his usual teaching robes, and his imposing figure silhouetted against the torchlight made the dark wizard seem to make the man live up to his name. Snape moved across the room and over to Harry whom had backed up against a students desk in his moment of panic and fear.

“What’s going on?” Harry whispered as he watched Snape unclip his robe and throw it carelessly onto the floor by the door.

“We don’t have time, quickly sit on the desk, legs apart.” Snape breezed over to Harry and practically lifted the boy off his feet to plonk him down on the edge of the desk. Harry was stunned as Snape shuffled in between his legs, a hand coming to rest on the back of his head in a gentle caress. “Pucker up Potter.” Snape whispered beneath his breath as he quickly leant in and kissed a very unsuspecting Harry Potter. For the first few seconds Harry was too stunned to do anything apart from stare at Snape’s face so close to his own, but with the first flick of Snape’s tongue against his lips Harry’s eyes slid closed and his lips parted to allow the elder man access. The kiss was firm, and determinedly intent on eliciting a response from Harry in its deliberately lavish strokes and tongue action. Out of all three kisses Harry had ever shared with Snape, this was definitely the best and without thought Harry moaned into Snape’s mouth as the elder wizards hand twisted in his still damp locks of hair at the back of his head. Had Harry been conscious of his surroundings he might have heard the patter of feet running off down the corridor but as it was, he was blissfully unaware of anything but the taste of Snape on his tongue until the man pulled away with a breathless sigh. Harry was in euphoria a blissfully content saliva slicked smile twitching on his lips as his eyes fluttered open to focus on Snape in front of him.

“What was that for?” Harry whispered huskily his voice having dropped an entire octave making him sound entirely debauched and thoroughly ravished. Snape smiled deviously as stepped away from Harry to collect his cloak from by the door.

“The illusion of jealousy is nothing without concrete evidence for which you see with your very own eyes.” Harry sobered up quickly at Snape’s comment as he watched the man re-dress himself.

“What have you done?” Harry muttered rather in fear of whom or what had been watching them rather than what the consequences of it would be. Snape smiled over his shoulder as he stepped out into the corridor obviously ready to leave from their brief encounter. Harry however was in no state to leave, he had a hard on the size of a banana in his pants and he’d lost his dirty laundry somewhere on the floor beside the desk he’d been ravished upon only moments before.

“I fully expect Master Malfoy will be paying me a visit within the next few days. I highly recommend you borrowing a school camera and joining me in my office for the following weekend.” Harry sat stunned as he watched Snape smile another famous Slytherin grin before the man disappeared leaving Harry in the dark to fumble around finding his things and getting himself organized.

TBC>>>>>