Tequila

The whole wizarding world was celebrating. After years of fear and hate, the Dark Lord’s reign had finally come to a swift and unspectacular end. It had of course been the boy wonder who had done it, no one knew how, and very few cared. All they knew was that Voldemorts body had been found at the feet of Harry Potter. And it was definitely the right body they had. Hundreds of spells had been used to determine this, mostly by Fudge who desperately wanted to prove that Harry was just a silly attention seeking little boy.

However, when it had been conclusively decided that He-Who-Can-Now-Be-Named was definitely, really, honestly, without a shadow of a doubt dead, the whole country had a party. This was the reason for Harry’s current state, though not his circumstances. Hiding in the bathroom, knowing it had been a least 30 mins since he had gone in, Harry tried to find a way of escaping which would allow him to avoid his Professors dark, amused gaze.

Sighing, Harry knew he would have to leave the loo eventually, he might as well get it over with.

// God knows, we’ve got enough to talk about //

Harry quietly opened the door, knowing is Potions master would be waiting for him. Harry almost gasped at the sight of him. He was dressed in black silk pyjama bottoms and a dark green velvet robe. His hair had been pulled back and secured with a black leather thong at the nape of his neck. This clearly accentuated the long, angular lines of his face, the hook nose looking, not so much alien as….

// exotic //

….his deep dark eyes…

// smouldered //

… and his robe was open slightly at the top showing just a hint of collarbone, tantalisingly little of his collarbone. It made Harry feel like…

// a teenager. Why must I always wonder what he wears beneath his robes? //

With a start, Harry realised that for the last 6 months, that’s exactly what he’d been doing. Every time he saw Snape in the corridor, he had subconsciously been undressing him (his conscious mind quite actively shied away from such a thought). Every time he’d kissed someone, he’d been envisaging someone else; every time he’d had a quick innocent fondle with someone he’d been thinking of another; every time he’d jerked off in the shower, in his bed, in the owlery, he’d been imagining fucking somebody. It was only now that Harry admitted to himself exactly who had been the star of all his little sex fantasies. Harry groaned quite audibly, wondering what, exactly, his friends would say about this.

Snape watched Harry looking at him for a good min a haa half. He watched the horror, the realisation, the understanding and the acceptance play across his face. Severus smiled inwardly, this is why he cared for this boy, the innocence, the naivety. His face was an open book for anyone who knew enough to watch him, and Snape had watched him a lot in the last few months.

He couldn’t recall the exact moment he’d decided he liked Harry Potter as a student and a young man. He could recall even less the moment he had started to becomeractracted to him. It was just there one day. He’d come out of an ‘away in his own little world’ moment and found his eyes were on Harry’s face. That had shocked him. He realised with a start that the boy had turned into a man before his very eyes and he hadn’t even noticed. Now here he was, 17, and Snape had recognized that he wanted Harry. Not in a dirty old man kind of way, for he knew that he’s spent most of the last 7 years unconsciously protecting the boy, along with every student at Hogwarts. He just hadn’t noticed that Harry’s safetly and welfare had become more important than the others. He didn’t love Potter, he wasn’t adolescent enough to believe that. But he knew that he COULD love Potter, and that was the difference for him. Severus sighed.

// The only thing now is explaining this to Harry in a way that won’t send him running scared. //

Though Harry probably wouldn’t believe this, Severus was upset that he had slept with him. He’d wanted it for so long now, was so eager to take that step, but he hadn’t wanted it to be in a drunken stupor, where the only thing he could remember the next day was the smell of the aftershave that the boy had worn to the party. An while he rejoiced at the reatioation that Harry wanted him too, he couldn’t believe that their first time together was now not even a memory.

“Harry…,” he said, not quite knowing how to start this conversation he didn’t want to have. “About last night…..”

Harry groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Now Professor, I’ve seen enough movies to know that nothing good can come after an opening statement like that!”

Taking his seat opposite Snape, Harry looked deep into his eyes.

“I know you’re probably horrified about what happened last night, and to be perfectly honest professor, I don’t remember all that much, and I’m not entirely sure I want to. Don’t worry, no one took advantage of each other in our drunken states. We obviously neither of us knew what we were doing. I think it would be best for both of us if we just forget all about it and go back to exactly how we were before. If that’s ok with you professor, I think I’ll go back to my dorm, get changed and try and make up for a bit of the sleep that I missed last night.”

And without waiting for an answer, he leapt up and swept out the door.

Snape had sat through the whole speech with his breath held, his hear in his throat and his fists clenched tightly on his knees. Now that Harry had left, he allowed his breath out explosively while trying to get to grips with all that Harry had said. Now that it was beginning to sink in, Snape could feel his stomach drop and his heart stop fluttering wildly like a teenager in love and just beat in a dull ache.

// What have I done? // he thought miserably. // I know the boy wants me, his performance in the shower was plenty to go on. God, I’ve pushed him into something he didn’t want to fast. I’m a monster. Did I just rape that child? //

Sinking his head onto the table, he began to weep desperately like a brokeartearted child.

Harry ran out of the room and straight to his dorm, pushing past the questioning people in the Gryffindor common room. He’d at least saved a little part of his dignity by giving that speech. Yeah he wanted to fuck his professor and be fucked by him but last night was totally a mistake. He knew that as soon as Snape had recovered from his hangover, he’d be appalled at the thought of what had gone on. And as much has Harry had enjoyed it, he knew his potions master would have been humiliated by their sex. Yeah, he’d managed to save a little of his dignity, and hopefully let a vent on a possibly explosive situation. He congratulated himself:

// Not bad for a mornings work! //