Dancing in the Dark

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“...lesson was important for our exams that are very soon if I might remind both of you,” Hermione said with a scowl at her boyfriend.

He had the grace to blush but dutifully nodded his head. It was no use arguing with his girlfriend about something as important as exams. Only Harry did not look up from his untouched plate as he had done the last twenty minutes. Occasionally he took his cup of tea and a sip from it but all in all he ignored everybody around him.

His eyes were bloodshot and his face was set into a scowl as he tried to get one potions master out of his mind- which failed as it had done the whole morning. If he was honest with himself he'd rather had Snape raging about what had happened last night then getting the silent treatment. It now were two days and if it was possible he was harsher than ever, his eyes sour whenever he spotted Harry.

The nights were mostly filled with unsettling dreams which at best featured him having mind blowing sex with his professor and he no longer pretended to eat anything. He could not find himself to care what his friends might think, the only thing on his mind was one dark haired potion master.

Catching movement from the corner of his eyes he turned his gaze to the head table and he was surprised to see Snape sitting down next to one cheery headmaster his face speaking of the rage he felt. His black eyes travelled over the student body until they rested on Harry's face. If possible they turned even darker but then he let go of the boy's eyes and started his breakfast.

When it was time to leave Harry joined Hermione down to the dungeons where they would have their first class of the day- potions. Ron had the first two lessons free and so had retired to the common room which Harry would have preferred to sitting here in this tiny room having lost a record number of points already. He was getting more and more pissed with that unfair bastard that plagued his every thought day or night. His insides shook with anger and rage but he kept his mouth firmly shut- afraid of what might come out if he did not.

The next ten minutes earned him a detention with Filch but still he gritted his teeth and only his eyes spoke of his hatred. Still he would not give Snape the satisfaction of losing his temper, not when he was acting as if nothing had happened. Another twenty points were lost when he failed to answer a question about a potion that they were to brew next week and he finally was saved by the bell ending this disaster of a lesson.

He was fuming with anger when he left the class room not even waiting for Hermione and made his way over to the quidditch pitch. The air around him was crackling with magic and nobody dared to approach him till he arrived in the team room to get changed into his training robe. He was so early that nobody but his captain was there who did not seem to notice the tension around his team mate.

“A pound,” he said from his bench.

Turning around only half way dressed in his slacks but his torso naked Harry frowned. Chuckling Marcus brushed blonde hair out of his handsome face and shot him a sexy smile.

“For your thoughts Harry. What has you in such a bad mood, the air is crackling around you.”

Pulling on his shirt Harry turned back. “Just trouble.”

He could hear the other boy coming over and his large frame cast a shadow over Harry who was at least two feet shorter than their tall Gryffindor team captain.

“Love trouble?” Marcus asked.

Simply nodding Harry started to put on his dragon leather boots and he was surprised when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. When he looked up he saw Marcus' face very close to his a peculiar smile on his features.

“You know I never make a big deal out of it but I like wizards as much as I like witches. Just choosing to keep that private. But how about if we try to get your thoughts out of your misery and to something more pleasant. Whoever it is if he is causing you so much trouble, he is not worth it.”

Gulping down his surprise Harry mutely nodded not daring to speak. If Snape was behaving like a bastard he would give him a dose of his own medicine with having fun on his own. When the taller boy leaned down and his lips brushed over Harry's he let his tongue sneak out to duel with his seeker's and when he pulled away he had a mad grin on his face.

“Brilliant. We continue that later alright?”

When the other team mates arrived Harry was in a much better mood already anticipating how Snape would react to him and Marcus being an item. He should have felt guilty about using Marcus in such a way but considering that the captain's girlfriend changed every week Harry was sure that while Marcus liked him, he would soon be forgotten anyway.

So far things had been progressing nicely since that quidditch practice seven days ago and Harry enjoyed the last rays of summer on the lawn together with Marcus who was good fun to be with. Harry's head was nestled on the other boy's lap and they were browsing through a quidditch magazine.

“I wonder if Martin Wolfshire will transfer to the Cannons this season or not?” Marcus asked.

Flashing him a smile Harry dragged his mouth down to give him a kiss.

“Are you mad? He is much better off with that Scottish team he is currently playing with.”

“Maybe,” Marcus said evenly but then his face turned serious all in a sudden as he felt Harry tense up. A quick gaze to the castle showed that along with a bunch of first years Snape was stalking down the pathway.

The potion master looked close to one of his displays of anger and only the fact that Albus personally had ordered him to accompany the class to the lake made him keep his temper. But as soon as he saw the couple sitting near the lake his face turned sour and his magic seemed to crackle around himself in a fashion similar to Harry's.

Marcus looked from the professor to his friend and saw the exchange of defiance and anger between them. He was not surprised when Harry once again dragged him down to exchange a passionate kiss. When they separated Harry's eyes were alight with satisfaction when he noticed the murderous expression on Snape's rigid face.

Coming to a halt the potion master only cocked a brow into the direction of Marcus who was in his NEWTs potion class.

“Mr Finch, I'd thought you might want to study more for potions and do less... idle leisure activities.”

If possible his features twisted into an expression of more malice when he passed the two boys and Marcus watched him leave with a shocked expression on his face.

“You told me you wanted to trigger jealousy in an ex lover but you never said it was Snape!”

Harry pinched his eyes. “So what if it is?”

Marcus sighed as he shook his head. “I would take on any student in this school but Snape can be an utter bastard if he is in a good mood and I do not want to be on his bad side.” He gently blew a soft kiss on Harry's forehead. “I like you but pissing off Snape is not a good idea.”

Jumping up Harry shrugged his shoulders. “Fine. I am not forcing you to fuck me.” Swirling around he angrily made his way up to the castle.

He had no more lessons today but he was not in the mood to return to his common room. He would only witness another exchange of lovey dovey stuff from his two best friends. Wanting to return outside to maybe take a walk on the grounds he was surprised when he saw Dumbledore approaching him with a smile on his face.

“Ah Harry, good to see you. I have a request for you my dear boy. Would you be kind enough to help Professor Snape to mark the second year's defence against the dark arts essays as Professor Tribble had to attend a family emergency?”

“Why me?” he asked with disdain.

Dumbeldore just smiled even wider if possible. “I thought you might want to use this opportunity to further your relations with our dear Professor Snape. He has been in a terrible mood the last couple of days and maybe some time spent with you might cheer him up.”

Staring at the headmaster as if he had grown another head Harry tried to grasp what he had just been told. The headmaster was practically shoving him into the potion master's bed and he was not clueless enough to believe that Dumbledore was foolish or this was just a coincidence. The question was why was he turning a blind eye to the school rules?

As if having read his mind- and considering that Dumbledore was a superb legilimens that was not unrealistic- he raised his hand. “Sometimes it is better to overlook certain aspects of a matter when you have to keep something bigger in mind. “

Flashing him one last smile he disappeared down the corridor into the direction of the main hall softly humming a tune. Harry decided to not miss an opportunity when he got one and with a devilish smirk he made his way down into the dungeons. Snape would not have returned from the lake by now but he would simply wait in the professor's office.

So, we got things going now and the questions you should ask yourself are

a) how will Snape react to Harry in his office?
b) why would Dumbledore behave like that?
c) how much smut you will read next chapter?

The answers I can give you are

a) You know me, so guess!
b) It's a Riddle (lol)
c) Plenty, do not worry