Dancing in the Dark

Madame Pomfrey tutted as she finished her examination and motioned for Harry to get dressed again.

“Mr Potter, you are severely underweight for a boy your age. However the good news is that I can rule out any illness from causing this.”

Nodding mutely Harry wanted to leave when she piped up.

“You are supposed to meet the headmaster in his office before you return to your class.”

The way across the castle dragged along and when Harry arrived at the gargoyle he muttered the password under his breath. Shortly after knocking he heard Dumbledore's cheery voice.

“Come in Harry.”

When he opened the door he found Snape at the window looking out over the school grounds and Dumbledore motioned for him to sit down.

“How did your examination go with Madame Pomfrey?”

“I am healthy,” Harry said with just the faintest notion of stubbornness.

“Good, good. I am glad to hear that. Now to make sure that you will regain your strength in the next couple of weeks you will take your breakfast and dinner with Professor Snape in the dungeons.”

Dashing the imposing figure a quick look Harry frowned.

“Why with him?”

Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled. “He kindly agreed to. I would suggest if you want to take part in the next quidditch game before the Christmas holidays to gain at least ten pounds. Do you think you will make that?”

Nodding Harry twisted his hands in his laps.

“Splendid. You may leave to attend you next class Harry.”

Dutifully Harry got up but was stopped at the door from the headmaster's voice.

“Oh, and Harry- Professor Snape has been kind enough to allow you to repeat that exam you failed yesterday.”

Once again nodding Harry left the office.

Dinnertime came quickly and Harry found himself in front of Snape's door which opened when he approached it. Stepping inside he found the living room empty but saw that the table was decked already. He heard the bathroom door open and Professor Snape came out dressed in black pants and his customary white shirt.

“Sit down Potter,” he said casually as he sank down in his usual arm chair.

Following his example Harry found that dinner looked delicious and with one last glance at the potion master he started to eat. It must have been the first time he had actually enjoyed his meal this year and he had it finished in no time at all. Feeling stuffed he leaned back and watched as Snape gracefully finished his own meal.

“You seem to have found your appetite again,” he mentioned as he looked up. “If you continue this you will be able to start your quidditch practice soon.”

“Yes Sir,” Harry said from under his fringe.

Pushing his plate away Snape took in the figure of his student that seemed to radiate defiance.

“This is not my fault Mr Potter. You decided to starve yourself, you failed most of your subjects this year. I am only the one picking up the pieces.”

“I did not starve myself on purpose,” Harry muttered angrily.

“Do not tell me you stopped eating because you are love sick,” Snape said with disgust. “You find another Finch as soon as you start living your life again.”

Staring at the potion master Harry sighed but did not reply anything. Snape waved his wand and two glasses with firewhiskey floated over from a cabinet. One landed in his hand, the other hovered next to Harry.

“We are already breaking most of the rules of this school, so...”

The whiskey burned its way down Harry's throat but this time he had a full dinner in his stomach and therefore did not feel sick from it. Leaning back again he closed his eyes feeling more like himself with each minute.

“I am not in love with Marcus,” Harry said softly.

“Then you made a good show out of it,” Snape said with a chuckle.

Harry sighed. “I wanted to make somebody jealous but I guess it backfired.” When Snape did not answer for several moments Harry looked into his direction. His black eyes were troubled with so many emotions. “Sorry.”

Pulling himself together he faced Harry's gaze. “What are you sorry for exactly?” He sounded more tired than anything else.

“I dunno. Whatever made you speechless.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I worry about you?” Snape asked softly a strange touch of regret in his voice.

Harry swallowed against the sudden lump in his throat. “Kind of. I mean you are an utter bastard in class and I have lost more points from you this year than the total of what I lost from other teachers in my five years here.”

“If it helps you, I am a bastard in every one of my classes not just in yours. Teacher is not my dream job.”

“Thanks, I guess.” Harry closed his eyes. “I am fine you know? Or I will be in a couple of weeks.”

“I was quite rude you know?” Snape asked.

“When?”

“It is considered impolite to get a head job and not return the favour.”

Ripping open his eyes Harry stared at his teacher as if he had transformed into Voldemort.

“Huh?”

“Very eloquent,” Snape said with dry humour. “I think you got what I said so there is no need to repeat it.”

“Is that an offer?” Harry felt light headed all in a sudden.

The potion master got up in one graceful motion and sat down next to Harry his obsidian eyes clouded by something that made Harry speechless.

“What if it was?” His fingers brushed over Harry's cheek the touch spreading a spark through his body and made him instantly hard as a rock. The older wizard trailed his touch down the boy's throat his eyes transfixing him like a deer caught in headlights. “Was that not the point of your actions?”

He bent down his head and let his lips brush over Harry's collarbone.

“I bet I can make you cum without once touching your cock,” he whispered hotly against Harry's skin.

The boy could only whimper but he tilted his head to allow the potion master more access.

He parted his lips and let his tongue sneak out to taste the salty taste of Harry's skin.

“I always knew you would taste different,” he practically purred into Harry's ear.

Harry felt his cock straining against the fabric of his pants and it became increasingly difficult to breath making him dizzy with ecstasy. His body seemed to come alive all in a sudden with his cock throbbing so hard that he felt like he was losing his mind.

Snape used his teeth to bite down on Harry's shoulder which elicited another gasp from the boy who was shaking with pleasure. It was as if his body was on overload having to take in so many sensations that it would shut down very soon.

“Mine,” Snape breathed into Harry ear his voice caressing his ear like a loving touch. Drawing back he smugly took in the boy's shaken posture and his finger brushed over the rose lips that were slightly parted in obvious delight. “Would you like me to kiss you?”

Harry nodded with another groan not being able to lift one finger. Nobody ever had this effect on him just by talking to him and it took all his control to not come right away.

“Alright,” Snape whispered softly and his raw lips took Harry's mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue darting out to explore the moist cavern of the boy's mouth.

The overload happened in that second as Harry felt his body tense up and then orgasm shook his body with violent trembles. The sensation was so overwhelming that Harry would have fainted if Snape had not pressed him close to his chest, stroking his head in calming strokes.

It took Harry forever to calm down, to regain enough of his senses to lift his head. His red lips were swollen and his eyes were sated with pleasure.

“Wow,” he muttered softly.

Snape chuckled softly which rippled through his chest. Getting up he hoisted Harry up his feet and carried him into a bedroom, placing him on the soft sheets. With a swish of his wand Harry was cleaned up and changed into his pyjamas and without another word he crawled into bed. Closing his eyes Harry nestled into Snape's chest suddenly so very tired.

“Thanks,” he muttered almost half asleep.

Snape pressed a chaste kiss on Harry's hair hugging him closer.

“Sleep now.”


AN: Sorry for the long delay but real life can be a bitch. We are slowly getting to the point where you might want to kill me. Tell me what you think with a lovely review.