Dancing in the Dark

I give you another chapter today and maybe some of you want to leave me a review. I am proud to anounce that this particular story is finished and I will upload the coming chapters in the next days/weeks- depending on your reception (no, just kidding). This story had an acutal plot regarding old Voldie and I hope you will like it.

Now that this plot bunny is out of the way I can finish ´Strangers in the Night´.

The next morning when Harry staggered out of his bedroom it was way past noon but he just could not find himself to care and the need to empty his bladder was too overwhelming. Making his way to the bathroom he took his by now hard cock out of his pyjama pants. After he was done Harry went over to the basin and washed his hands with cool water and splashed some of that over his face.

Straightening again he found his reflection in the mirror staring back at him from blood shot eyes. Making a face he left the room and walked down the stairs into the kitchen where he found only Remus and Tonks sitting at the table drinking tea.

Flopping down on a chair he gratefully accepted a cup of tea from the werewolf who obviously was enjoying the sight of Harry utterly wasted in the kitchen.

“I see, you had quite a good time last night!” he said with a smirk.

Nodding Harry took another sip from the by now cold tea and groaned when Tonks offered him a plate with bagels. “No, thanks.”

Getting up he ruffled Harry's brown hair. “You should be careful with alcohol Harry.”

Shrugging Harry got up as well. “I am fine.” Walking over to the kitchen window facing the backyard he watched a couple of leaves moving over the grass wondering why he was so moody today. He had felt absolutely brilliant last night after getting the headmaster's and Sirius' permission to go out for the first time thrilled with the prospect of getting the chance to mingle with gay wizards for the first time. Coming out to his friends and family had been difficult but in the end was inevitable and the notion of being able to breath again, not having to hide who he was from those around him had been worth it.

Last night was like a bubble in time, as if it had not really happened at all. But the sensation of Snape's raw lips on his and the taste of honey was still sharp in his mind and would not let go of him. Truth was he was sixteen years old and so far his sexual encounters consisted of a shared grope in a cupboard several weeks ago where he had been found by one very pissed potion master. Remembering the furious expression Snape had shown last night was nice but he needed more than just a fleeting kiss. Finding out that Snape of all people was gay had been horrible, especially when the headmaster had advised him to approach the potion master with all his questions about sexuality. Hell would freeze over before that bastard would talk with Harry about love.

But the question remained of why he just could not shake off the memory of yesterday when all he had wanted to make was a point about the fact that he was no longer a child any more. He had never imagined that the sensation of kissing Snape would haunt him. Or that he would like it.

In that moment the headmaster and Snape apparated into the garden and judging from the potion master's furious expression he was not happy. As soon as both had materialized Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on Snape's tensed up shoulder. Whatever he said had the effect that Snape's whole figure radiated desperation.

Finally both men began to approach the back door and Harry hurriedly left the kitchen, not really caring to meet Snape again so soon.


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His sixth year at Hogwarts started out almost the same as the last one had ended- Harry, frustrated, horny.

Finally fed up after attempting to fall asleep for several hours and failing he quietly got up, put on his invisibility cloak and made his way into the dungeons. This was a part of the castle he usually avoided but at this quiet hour of the night it was just what he needed. Or more acutely, it was home to a person he needed.

Standing in front of a painting featuring a sour locking woman Harry inhaled deeply. He would not chicken out now.

“I need to talk with Professor Snape,” he said calmly.

If possible the expression of the witch turned darker but she just disappeared without one word. Snape had showed him the painting last year after Dumbledore had instructed him to- he would be pissed that Harry interrupted his sleep.

Sure enough when the potion master ripped open the door his face was in a deep scowl.

“Do you have any idea how late it is Potter,” he snarled.

Suddenly Harry's mouth was dry as he searched for something, anything witty to reply but all that came out was a mute “Nope”.

Huffing Snape stared him down with an icy gaze.

“Ten points from Gryffindor,” he hissed obviously very pissed, and cranky. “And now do me a favour and return to your bed.”

He wanted to slam the door shut but Harry's quick quidditch reflexes put his foot in.

“Listen, I know you don't want to do this, advise me in a sexual problem but according to your own words last year, you are the one qualified to do that.”

Scowling Snape reluctantly stepped aside and Harry quickly stepped into the room which turned out to be a living room. Suddenly shy he tried to calm his nerves that started to panic at the thought of discussing his sex life with Snape.

“Sit down Potter,” he said from his arm chair where he had sat down and his black eyes were blank not betraying any emotion.

Obediently the boy sat down on a leather couch and when he looked up into Snape's calm expression, he blushed a deep shade of red. Sighing Snape poured him a glass of amber liquid and leaned back waiting for Harry to have a sip. It burned down to his stomach but the sensation eased his frayed nerves a bit.

“Now Potter, I have to advise you like every student seeking my advice in that particular area that everything we will discuss here will be confidential. I will consider these meetings as if they never took place and I advise you to do the same. However that means that I will not treat you any differently in class but I try to be as understanding and lenient as I can here. Understood?”

Nodding Harry gave his teacher a loop sided smile and had another sip from his glass. Slowly his wits came back and unconsciously he relaxed against the cushions of the couch. Satisfied with that Snape kept silent as if not to ruin the effect. He knew from experience that every student who came here was in need of counsel and for a hormone fuelled teenager to discuss his sex life with a teacher twenty years his senior was unnerving and considering that he and Potter were on no good terms that was even more true in this particular case.

Patiently he waited until the boy got up his courage enough to raise his eyes.

“Sir, I...” he trailed off.

Schooling his face into an expression of understanding Snape leaned forward slightly.

“Why are you here in the middle of the night Harry?” he asked quietly.

Gulping down what remained of his dignity Harry sighed.

“I couldn't sleep.”

“I see.” Snape motioned for the boy to continue.

“I guess I always knew that I was different but it was hard to accept that I am queer.” Harry twisted his hands in his lap as he tried to mould his thoughts into words that were hard to find. He had never talked with anybody about that, not even Ron who was a bit uncomfortable with that topic. “I mean, I already have this scar and everything- I did not need another reason to be a freak.”

Holding Harry's gaze Snape smiled thinly. “Why do you think you are freak? Because you like wizards more than witches?”

“Yeah kinda,” Harry said encouraged by Snape's reassuring behaviour. “I mean there are not many wizards I know who are... gay. I know you are and Fred and George are but other than that everybody is straight.”

“Hardly,” Snape replied. “Granted there are not that many gay wizards in Gryffindor but I can assure you that there must be around thirty in Hogwarts I know of. Most just chose to keep that information private.”

“Like you?” Harry asked.

Nodding Snape leaned back into his arm chair. “Like me. It has nothing to do with being ashamed of who you are, more than it being an intensely private thing.”

“But how do I know...?”

“Ah now I see where your problem is.” Snape sighed. “You should take it slow Harry. Do not rush into anything just because you feel it is expected of you.”

“But it is frustrating as hell,” Harry exclaimed. “I have trouble sleeping, I hardly eat anything. The only solution to remedy that would be to start exploring my sexuality but as you know last year that was a disaster.”

“I understand your frustration but what exactly am I supposed to be doing about that? It is not my fault that you almost killed Mr Zabini during that unfortunate event last year.”

Jumping up from the couch Harry threw his hands in the air.

“But you said that Blaise could not defend himself properly against my subconscious magic because he was too consumed in his adolescence. That tells me that I need to find someone who is no longer a teenager and can protect himself against my magic! Right?”

Anger once again flashed through Snape's dark eyes. “Mr Potter, I would advise you to be careful what you are suggesting!”

Advancing on his teacher Harry felt his magic threatening to bubble over again but he could not care. Snape was an arsehole and it was not Harry's fault that he was aroused by being in the same room with that bastard! The room began to shake the same way the cupboard had last year but Snape did not flinch and returned Harry's angry gaze.

“If you live under the impression that this little display will get you what you came here for in the first place you are mistaken.”

Rooted to the spot Harry tilted his head to the side. Remembering the way Snape's eyes had rested on him in that club he nonchalantly began to unbutton the top of his pyjama all the while locking his eyes with the dark ones of his teacher.

It became increasingly difficult to control his emotions but one part of Harry knew that releasing them was out of the question. Blaise had to spent several weeks in the infirmary last year and this thing inside him had become restless. Shrugging the pyjama off his shoulders he was satisfied to see a spark of arousal in Snape's mostly impassive face.

“This not going to work Potter so spare both of us the embarrassment and get dressed!” Getting up Snape advanced on his stubborn pupil wearing his anger like a shield. “Everybody pampers your every need Potter. Do not think that I will do the same.”

Once again they stood nose to nose and a smug grin appeared on Harry's face his green eyes sparkling with triumph. His hand brushed over his teacher's noticeable erection.

“I would think one part of you is very glad with the proceedings of this night,” he muttered. “Why do you not step down from your pedestal and admit that you want me as much as I do? But your wish to put me down probably has not left any trace of a man in you!”

For some reason baiting Snape with insults and defiance seemed to work again and if Harry had been less horny, he might have been afraid of what kind of beast he unleashed inside of one furious potion master.

A vein on the teacher's temple started to throb and he bared his teeth with anger.

“I can assure you that there is enough trace of a man left in me to fuck that self righteous smirk off your face!”

“Then why are you holding back?” Harry asked his heart speeding up in his chest and a feeling of exhilaration left him dizzy. He would not give in now when he was so close. “I thought punishing and humiliating me was your favourite good night activity.”

“Because I contrary to you have not forgotten my position as your teacher and the responsibilities that come with that profession.”

Rolling his eyes Harry pushed his index finger against the surprisingly muscular chest of the potion master silently enjoying the feeling of the silken bath robe. “Brilliant! You are remembering that your are my teacher when it comes to fucking me but when it comes to deducting house points for any stupid thing like breathing you do not.”

“Potter, you are treading a fine line here. So far I have been lenient but if you do not return to your dormitory now I will report this to the headmaster!”

Dashing the potion master a cocky smile Harry placed one of his hands against the part of the robe where it revealed a tiny bit of skin.

“Hm, I like that,” he muttered trailing a line over the smooth skin He was beyond caring now his hardened cock throbbing with need. “Do we have to argue about that now? I'd rather do something else entirely.”

Ignoring the way tiny sparks spread through his body from the place where Potter touched his skin Snape growled low in his throat.

“Better do not get yourself into something you are not prepared to finish Potter,” he hissed.

Deciding against arguing as it would not get himself where he wanted Harry trailed his fingers over Snape's chest revealing more of that delicious skin. Leaning closer he inhaled deeply once again and was delighted to find that the potion master smelled like the forbidden forest. Not caring if Snape would hex him into the next millennium Harry experimentally rubbed his finger against one nipple not at all surprised when he heard a sharp indrawn breath. His lips found their way to the hard nubs and his tongue dashed out to circle them.

Snape found it harder and harder to remember why he should resist and it did not help that he was suffering from an erection that was throbbing with each contact with that blasted boy. The way Potter concentrated on his task of eliciting a reaction from his frozen potion's professor made his features tense up and the muscles in his shoulders and back were moving tantalizing under the tanned skin speaking of a physical strength that was born from quidditch practice.

Even if the boy was the spitting of his father the way he concentrated on his task and the fire that burned in his green eyes spoke more of his mother. Without realizing it Snape had allowed his robe to slip from his shoulders bearing his naked body that sported a well endowed cock nestled in a nest of black curls. His eyes lightning up Harry once again licked his lips which made a shudder run through Snape's body.

“Who knew?” Harry muttered under his breath. “That was waiting under those infuriating robes.”

These words evoked another shudder through the swollen cock and not being one to miss a chance when he saw one Harry trailed his tongue over the long shaft surprised by the slightly salty taste of it and how firm it was. Swirling his tongue around the tip seemed to make Snape falter on his feet and his hands gripped Harry's head as if he wanted to steady himself.

Using one hand to fondle the heavy testicles and liking how it felt in his hand Harry sucked the cock into his hot moist cavern applying a subtle pressure around the hot meat. This finally made the potion master budge and he uttered a soft moan of pleasure . The feeling of being able to provoke that kind of reaction in the epitome of control that was Snape was making him light-headed but he continued to suck on the massive cock like on a lollipop.

The other wizard's hands gripped the messy curls of his hair and gently pushed his mouth as if wanting to spur him on. Not that Harry needed that kind of support, he enjoyed himself immensely and the extent of that satisfaction came as a shock to him. With Blaise it had been more of a groping agony and holding back his magic had been impossible but this was ecstasy. Trailing his tongue along the underside of Snape's cock made it pulsate like crazy and for a moment it stood completely still before it erupted and a loud curse came from Snape's mouth.

Blaise's semen had tasted mouldy but Snape on the other side was delicious and swallowing it was not a thing Harry had to force himself to. The way Snape's cock throbbed in his mouth was making him close to passing out from lack of breathing but for nothing in this world would he let go of it. Finally it went limp and regretfully he let go of it.

Waiting for the inevitable anger he could not feel sorry about it. Sure enough Snape seemed to compose himself pretty fast and his voice was hoarse when he spoke.

“Get out of my sight!” It was barely more than a whisper but the regret in it rang loud and clear.

Not flinching Harry erased all traces of emotion from his face and faced the ghostly white face of his teacher. The black eyes were clouded over with so many emotions that Harry did not bother to differentiate them but just shrugged his shoulders. Turning around he took the top of his pyjama and left, his own erection heavy between his legs. He would feel sorry for himself later.

Snape sank into the arm chair long after the boy had left and pouring himself another shot of whiskey as if on auto pilot he felt his body relaxing in post orgasmic bliss- something it had not done in years, which he had not allowed himself for so long. The absence of those green eyes was felt with a tinge of hopelessness and his conscious was running havoc inside his mind berating him for letting it happen and to not have the decency to feel sorry about it.

Cursing Dumbledore and Riddle to every possible hell several times he poured himself a glass filled to the rim with whiskey. The alcohol burned down his throat into his stomach.

The hours dragged by until a tray with his breakfast appeared next to his fireplace which was the normal morning routine but his hunger was long gone. Still he had classes to teach and so he got up and with a flick of his wand was dressed in his usual school robes which made himself feel slightly better. His armour was in place and schooling his face into a sneer he left his living room to start his day.