Crush of the Black Silk Boxers

Harry Potter found himself having a pleasant dinner conversation with none other that Severus Snape, his former potion's master, in the older wizards study. His fork was about halfway to his mouth when his mind finally caught up with what his body was doing. 'What the bloody hell just happened? I thought we were yelling at each other...he let me stay. What's going on here?' He looked around in confusion a few times as he realized he had not been kicked out for his unresrpectful actions.

"Problems, Potter?" The younger man's eyes snapped up to meet a pair of obsidian counterparts looking at him inquisitively. He could feel a blush rising on his cheeks and mentally forced it away. If Snape noticed, he gave no indication of it, and merely waited for an answer.

"N-No, sir. What were you saying?" He reached for his fork but looked up when a deep chuckle was heard from the older man. 'What did I do now? Hmm, he has a nice laugh, and he looks alot nicer when he smiles, he should do it more often.' "Sir?"

"I'm beggining to think you are touched in the head, Potter. You were just telling me about your adventure collecting my ingredients. I was merely nodding my head on occasion to give the impression that I was actually paying attention to your insufferable drabble." Snape smirked and it took a moment for Harry to realize he'd been insulted, but by then the potion's master was once again concentrating on the food in front of him, seemingly unconcerned by Harry's glare.

"So, if you weren't paying attention to me, how did you know what I was talking about, sir?" Severus looked up to find a smirk on Harry's face, and returned it with one of his own.

"So maybe I was paying some attention." At Snape's admission, Harry's smirk turned to a triumphant grin, causing Severus to roll his eyes and glare. "Oh do take that annoying thing off your face, Potter. It does not suit you in the least." The younger man merely laughed, taking a few minutes to calm himself enough to respond.

"Who knew the great bat could do playfull banter. Next thing you know, you might start being polite to your students or something of the like." Harry laughed again as Severus gave his suggestion a snort and a glare. "Or not." Harry continued to grin as he finished the last few bites of his supper. "Delicious. Orta is a great cook. So how is it that all my favorite foods are being served here? I didn't think your house elf would be at school to watch me eat."

"Don't flatter yourself, Potter. Dumbledore strongly suggested that I try to make you comfortable during your stay here." Harry's grin became even wider as Orta came in to clear away their dishes and replace them with two large ice cream sundaes. Severus merely glared at him.

"And the headmaster just happened to provide you with a list of my favorite foods? How convenient." The look he got for that remark would have downed a lesser man, but Harry just laughed and began eating his sundae.

"I'm not even going to dignify that question with a response, Potter. Now stop talking and eat your ice cream before it melts all over my desk." Yet another of Harry's grins earned him another dirty look and a muttered "Brat." They ate in silence for a while, and the younger man finished his dessert while the other was still only about halfway through his.

Harry got up from the desk and proceeded to look around the office. Snape had shelves upon shelves of interesting items, ranging from ordinary potion's ingredients to sinister looking oddments to various creatures in preservative jars. "Wow. Where'd you get all this?" He was careful not to touch anything, he liked keeping his hands just the way they were, thank you very much.

"I pick it up here and there." Severus's eyes followed the younger man around the room, watching to make sure he didn't touch anything that could possibly harm him. "Potter, why, pray tell, are you wearing pants like that? Can't you find anything more appropriate to wear?"

Harry turned to look questioningly at the potion's master. "What do you mean?" The older man smirked and pointed just below his waist, at the long tear that stretched from just under his pocket, halfway around his leg and down his calf to the back of his knee. "Oh. The devil's snare tore it when I was getting your ingredients. I didn't want to go upstairs to change because I wanted to meet you for supper."

"And are you not a wizard, mister Potter? You do have magic, why not use it?" Severus smirked as Harry looked surprised at the suggestion, but it faded when Harry's face twisted into an evil grin. The older man watched as, with a wave of a wand, the younger wizard's clothes changed. In the end Harry was wearing tight leather pants accompanied by strategic tears, showing off his lean body, and his sweater had been transformed into a fishnet shirt with metal bracers on his wrists and a spiked collar around his neck. "Sweet Merlin, I've got an exhibitionist in my house."

"I want to go clubbing!"


A/N: Allo people. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, and to anyone who's reading this, I'm so sorry it took so long to update. I lost my muse for a while there, but then it just came back to me. Well, not really, in truth I'm terribly sick (possible pneumonia) and have nothing much to do, so I decided it would be a good time to update my stories. I love you all, and I'll try getting the rest of the story up quicker. Please review and tell me what you think, cause otherwise my muse runs away and cries. Thanks everyone, DO THE MOO!