Sorry Mate

Hey, a bunch of people wanted another chapter, so here it is. I wasn’t planning on writing anything more than the first little drabble, but I guess not. This is pretty much the same thing except mostly from Snape’s POV. If I’m hassled enough to write another chapter, then I’ll go on from what happens here, but unless I’m really begged, I’m just gonna stick to my other fics. Kneel before me! MWAHAHAHAHA!

Disclaimer: I don’t own HP. I wish I did, but I don’t, so quit reminding me.

Snape glared at Harry as the boy smoothly stirred his Crucium Mundus potion, delicately swirling the stirring stick in long ovals. His arms muscles clenched and relaxed noticeably under his well-fitting, collared shirt as he stir, and his brilliant emerald green eyes shone brightly in the dungeon light. His face was relaxed and his hair tousled, but not messy. The boy was beautiful, and Snape hated him for it. He hated the fact that the boy was so breathtaking while simply stirring a potion. He hated the fact that Dumbledore had made them take these extra potions lessons. And he hated the fact that he couldn’t keep his eyes of the damn brat.

Harry looked up from his cauldron and Snape quickly threw on his customary smirk. “Concentrate Potter,” he hissed venomously.

Harry scowled and looked back down at the potion. Turning to his book to read the instructions and nodded. He picked up some roots and began slicing them evenly; delicately. Snape raised a brow, curious. Why was the boy being so meticulous in his work? Snape had never seen Harry so focused on making a potion before.

Snape shrugged and looked back down at his already graded papers. Something was missing from them. Oh yes! He picked up his quill and, dabbing it in ink, began to write neatly but forebodingly on each of the students’ work, careful to skip at least most of the Slytherins. Pathetic excuse for homework, he wrote on a third-year Hufflepuff girl’s paper, Keep up this sorry excuse for potions and you’ll be out of my class.

Snape smiled, feeling much better. Noticing Harry was almost finished with his potion, he stood quietly and walked over to the oblivious boy.

As silently as a shadow he crept behind Harry, careful not to let Harry notice him. He peered over Harry’s shoulder into his cauldron and was quite surprised at what he saw. The potions seemed almost perfect. All Harry was missing were some Boresnog roots, which he were quietly dicing that very moment.

His thoughts strayed quickly from the potion, however as Harry shifted his weight and the strong smell of his shampoo wafted upwards. Was that coconuts? Dammit! Not only did the brat look wonderful, but he smelled great too! When would this all end?

Snape looked angrily at the boy before him. But his anger vanished as his eyes ran like fingers through Harry’s gleaming, brown hair, down his long neck, across his lean shoulders… He stopped suddenly, feeling something (that most definitely shouldn’t have) go tight. He shifted uncomfortably and Harry started. Harry turned his head but Snape wasn’t going to give him the chance to turn all the way around. Taking a step forward, he pretended to glare down into the potion critically, as if judging Harry’s work.

Little did Harry know, he was doing anything but.

Harry found out soon enough. Snape couldn’t stand it. Here he was, inches away from the boy who had haunted his dreams and thoughts. He had to touch him at least. Just touch him…

Before he could stop himself, Snape placed his left hand lightly on Harry’s upper hip. He struggled to keep an emotionless expression as a spark shot through his hand and up his arm from the contact. He needed more. When Harry didn’t pull away, he began to feel out the boy’s lower abdomen, slowing running his hand along the firm muscles. Damn, this boy was fit.

As if he had finally lost all control, Snape firmly lay his hand on the middle of Harry’s stomach and pulled him backwards, straight into him. He grinded his teeth as his erection came in contact with Harry’s lower back. He leaned forward, staring hungrily at Harry’s tantalizing neck. He licked his ear teasingly and Harry gasped. This intrigued Snape and he moved down to Harry’s neck. Brushing Harry’s shirt off his shoulder, Snape sighed desperately as he tasted the tender flesh.

Snape’s eyes snapped open as Harry’s hand boldly grabbed his ass, and he shuddered as he became even harder. Harry squeezed and pulled him closer, and, taking this as an invitation, Snape began to stroke him gently.

Harry pulled away suddenly, turning around. Snape was confused and slightly afraid that Harry wanted to stop, but he showed no such emotion. Plus, he highly doubted that the boy wasn’t enjoying this since his pants were fit to burst at any moment.

Snape almost closed his eyes in ecstasy as Harry spoke, his voice husky and full of lust, “You want anything, and then kiss me.”

Snape allowed himself to grin as he stared at Harry with seductive avidity. “As you wish, Mister Potter.” He drug out Harry’s name in hopes of well… he wasn’t quite sure. It wasn’t to intimidate him, surely. He didn’t know why he had done it, but it had seemed right at the moment, and Harry seemed to agree.

Snape leaned forward and took Harry’s face in his hands. This was what he had been waiting for. He was shocked to realize it, and even somewhat disgusted with himself, but he knew, as he look deeply into those gleaming green eyes that were so eagerly staring into his, that he had wanted this for much too long. He leaned forward quickly, kissing Harry passionately. His tongue searched intensely in every crevice and corner of Harry’s mouth, savoring the soft tongue rubbing up against his.

Without meaning to, Snape began to move rhythmatically into Harry. They were slight, impatient pushes, and soon enough, he couldn’t take any more. The two fell to the floor in a flurry of falling robes and began to pick up the pace.

This was all very new to Snape. He had never had dry sex before, and he was pretty sure that Harry hadn’t either. They both caught on quickly, however, and Harry wrapped his legs around Snape’s waist, commanding, “Harder.”

Snape was surprised at the authority and power in the boy’s tone. He liked it. He really liked it. He did as Harry commanded and leaned forward at the same time, hastily ripping open Harry’s shirt and showering his chest with kisses. He was as far into heaven as he ever could get. Running a trail with his tongue up to the deep hollow of Harry’s neck, he lingered there for a moment, enjoying the sounds Harry’s made as he tilted his head back and moaned.

Harry groaned rapturously. The groan was needy. Snape knew exactly what he needed. He slowly snaked his hand down Harry’s well-defined abs in paused at his belt. If he did this... If he dared to go so far as to touch that… But they had already gone so far. He was sure that if even this was found out to have happened, he would certainly lose his job. He was grinding an underage wizard! No point in not moving forward. He was tired of being such a goody two-shoes anyway. He was always running around taking Dumbledore’s orders and watching out for a bunch of bratty students. It’s not like he didn’t like Dumbledore. He greatly respected the wizard, most definitely, but he was just sick of being his lapdog. He needed some fun too.

In a daring move, Snape slid his fingers under the belt, then his whole hand. He stopped at his destination, feeling a wave of thrill rush over him. The next parts came without thought; without any principles or control. When they both came, it was a brilliant moment of bliss. Exhausted, Snape fell into Harry’s arms.

So, what now? Would they part forever and go back to their student brat, evil teacher relationship? Would they continue a relationship and hide it from society like kids with a secret they most desperately want to tell? They could do neither now. In no way could they possibly go back after the events, but they couldn’t have a relationship either. Snape didn’t need any attachments, and for the record, he was pretty sure that Harry didn’t either. Harry had to live out his title of The-Boy-Who-Lived-And-Is-The-One-(Like-Neo)-So-He-Needs-To-Save-Everybody, and Snape had enough on his plate with filling the role of spy for Dumbledore and the Order. They didn’t need some ridiculous relationship where they had to waste energy hiding it from everyone.

No. That was out of the question.

Snape lifted his head tiredly and looked into Harry’s eyes. God, was he beautiful. He kissed him softly and stayed there, gazing, entranced into those dark green pools of emotion. He spoke before he could stop himself, “What do you say to continuing these potion lessons? I don’t think you have the potion quite down yet.” Wait, was he suggesting a relationship? Dammit! No, wait, not a relationship per say, just sex. Yes, that was it, just lots of nice sex.

Smiling, Harry leaned upwards and licked Snape’s jaw line sensually. Snape shivered and mentally beat himself. Nope. He couldn’t be with Harry. What was he thinking? Was losing his job and the trust of all his colleagues, not to mention getting his name printed shamefully on every paper around the world, worth it? Yes, it was. But why? He had never let himself get so emotionally involved before. He felt like he was committing a terrible sin by doing so. But he wanted to be with this boy. And dammit, he was going to be! Please say yes Harry… Please say yes Harry…

“Yeah, I don’t really understand it all that well, but I’m perfectly open to you teaching me.” Harry laughed softly and Snape relaxed. “Good,” he sighed, “Then that shall be done.” With that, he kissed Harry one last time and settled down to embrace him, he didn’t want this to end. It was like a dream, and he never had good dreams.