Dancing in the Dark

AN: So, let's see where are: Harry and Severus make hot passionate sex but somehow our dear potion master is acting strange. Hm, you will know very soon and as I promised you will hate me eventually.

Wallflower: It is true, this story is already finished, I am just being a tease. This chapter is for you, darling.

Usually sunlight would filter in through the windows in the Gryffindor dorm and wake Harry, so when he woke up he was surprised to find the room dark. Fishing for his glasses on the night table he started to panic. Finally his fingers found the reassuring frame of his glasses and he put them on. The room that came into view was bigger than the dorm he shared with his friends and the furniture was made of dark mahogany wood. Hurrying out of bed Harry padded over to the drawer he found on the far wall and peered at the magical photos he found there. Most showed a couple who for all the world looked as sour as the lady in the painting did but one caught his attention.

It showed a boy about Harry's age who wore a Hogwarts school uniform and stood in front of the camera as if he hated it with a passion. His black hair was tied back and the tell tale hooked nose gave away who it was. But his expression was a insecure smile on his boyish features that revealed a softness in his character that was so unlike the potion master he was today.

“That picture was taken when I returned for the summer holidays after my sixth year,” Snape said from the door.

Carefully Harry put the picture back in its place on top of the drawer and cast his teacher a quick look. He wore his customary outfit of black slacks and white shirt but today his hair was tied back into a tail and it face had dropped the usual mask of impassive distance he guarded his every thought with.

“You look so young,” Harry said holding his gaze.

A thin smile tugged around the corners of his mouth. “I was young Mr Potter but I guess you are referring to something else. It was a year before I took the dark mark.”

“I guess Tom Riddle robbed you as much of your childhood as he did with mine.”

Propping himself away from the door frame Snape shrugged his shoulders.

“It was my decision to join his ranks. You on the other hand were stuck in a situation without ever being asked. It feels uncomfortable comparing your fate and mine”

He walked into the living room and Harry followed him to find the table decked with breakfast which made his stomach grumble.

“Judging from the noises your bowel make you should have breakfast.”

Flopping down Harry loaded his plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages and two muffins and started to delve into them. Now and then he had a huge gulp of pumpkin juice to wash down the food.

Snape sat in his arm chair and watched the boy ravishing the food with enthusiasm.

“If you keep this up for a couple of days I am sure you will be able to join your classmates for meal in the great hall in no time at all,” he muttered clearly in a dark mood.

Having finished his meal Harry was not surprised when it disappeared with a plop and he faced his teacher wondering what had the man in such a bad mood all in a sudden.

Searching for something to start a conversation he remembered the sour looking adults in the pictures on top of the drawer.

“Your parents look very strict,” he said.

“They were avid followers of the dark Lord and even before him they were so obsessed with bloodlines that they promised me to Bellatrix Black when I was four years old.”

Sputtering his tea Harry looked at Snape horrified.

“But she is mad, and evil...” Trying to come with another word to describe the murderer of his godfather, he finally finished, “and a woman.”

“Exactly,” Snape said dryly obviously amused with Harry's outburst.

“You never...” Harry faltered the thought of Snape being intimate with that woman making his gut clench. “...with her?”

Snape cocked one brow. “No.”

Satisfied Harry nodded and relaxed into the leather couch.

“Because that would be...” He hesitated. “Yuck.”

“I am astounded by your ability to use four letter words with such frequency,” Snape answered obviously still amused.

Making a face Harry tried to find something else to talk about before his teacher would send him away. Snape beat him to it however.

“I would suggest you join your friends in whatever you usually do on a weekend. However I would advise you to catch up on your classes because you will repeat this test in potions in two weeks.”

“And what will you do?” Harry asked quickly before he could lose his nerves.

Snape scowled. “That is none of your business Mr Potter but if you must know I have assignments to mark. You will return for dinner tonight.”

With that the conversation was clearly over and reluctantly Harry left his teacher private quarters to spend his Saturday in the library revising his potions notes.

“I guess we should stop here and continue tomorrow Harry,” Hermione suggested with a warm smile.

Closing his potions book in disgust Harry pinched the bridge of his nose in a vain attempt to get rid of the impending headache. This sucked on so many levels. However he was grateful his friend was tutoring him and so he answered her with a dry smile.

“It is very nice Professor Snape lets you repeat that test because you would have failed potions otherwise.” She put her books into her bag. “And I am glad you are more like yourself again, Harry. We worried about you.”

Sighing Harry started to pack up his own things.

“I know, and I appreciate it Hermione.”

“Will you join us for dinner in the great hall?” she asked.

Shaking his head Harry made a face. “No, I have to attend my meals in the dungeons so that Snape can make my life even more miserable than it is.”

“I guess that is a good thing because you lost a bunch of weight. Will you spend the night there again?”

Harry frowned at that. “Why would you think..?”

“Harry, I am not Ron or any of your clueless other dorm mates. I put one and one together. If it means something to you I do not think this is a horrible idea.”

Mutely Harry nodded and followed her into the hallway.

“This is so weird,” he muttered under his breath more to himself.

A comforting hand was placed on his shoulder.

“Love is not easy, no matter if it is with a man or a woman.”

“That's just it,” Harry whispered. “I am not sure if this is love or anything like it. He acts as if nothing has happened but then out of the blue he touches and makes me cum in my pants with just some whispered words.”

“You have to admit it is as difficult for him as it is for you Harry. He is your teacher and if the ministry finds out it will have dire consequences. He could be fired for it.”

“But Mione, I am a fifteen years old horny teenager- I want to fuck him!”

Giggling Hermione dragged Harry into an empty classroom.

“We better talk in here where nobody can overhear us.” She shook her head in amusement. “You sound like Ron when he wants to... you know what!”

Harry sighed. “I would say I sound like every male teenager.”

“Give him some time Harry. It's not only the teacher-student thing, he is a Death Eater. Maybe all he is trying to do is to protect you?”


When Harry arrived at the door to Snape's living quarters the door once again opened to let him pass. Inside he found Snape in the usual arm chair with the meal already on the table.

“Am I late?” Harry asked.

“You are, surprisingly enough on time Potter,” Snape said evenly.

Nodding Harry sat down on the leather couch and began to eat the sandwiches on his plate. Snape just watched him from his arm chair sipping from a glass of firewhiskey.

Finally the silence unnerved Harry so much that he had to break it.

“Are you not hungry?” he asked pointing to the sandwiches.

“Not when I return from him,” Snape answered.

Harry let the sandwich fall onto his plate and stared at his teacher with his mouth hanging open. He could not believe that Snape would tell him something like that as casually as he was doing right now. Taking a closer look at him Harry found that he had one arm bandaged keeping it close to his torso.

“He hurt you,” he whispered.

Inclining his head Snape pursed his lips. “He usually does.”

Swallowing down most of the shock Harry tried to find the right words and Snape saved him when he smiled thinly.

“Now we have exactly the situation I was treading. I return from one of my excursions to him, you do not know what to say or how to react.” He took another sip from his glass and suddenly Harry wondered how often he sat down here in his dungeons, all alone after a Death Eater meeting.

Getting up Harry took two steps that brought him in front of Snape's arm chair, sank to the ground and placed his cheek against the other wizard's leg.

“I want you,” Harry whispered hotly against the black cotton not daring to use the other word he wanted to say.

A strong hand cupped his head and curled itself into the brown curls.

“I know.”

Nuzzling the fabric Harry slowly brushed his hand over Snape's thigh almost up to his cock that instantly hardened. Raising himself unto his knees Harry stared down at the massive shaft tenting the fabric and then back up to the man's face.

“Let me try to make it better?”

Snape nodded slowly just the faintest hint of desire in his eyes. Feeling his own erection Harry brushed his fingers over the tent in the potion master's pants and was relieved when he heard a sharp intake of breath. Snape let his head fall against the backrest of his chair dropping his hands to his lap.

With trembling fingers Harry opened the fly and the red swollen meat sprang free from his confines. Not wasting time he bend his head and sucked it into his mouth. Once again he could taste Snape's unique flavour that was so unlike Blaise's or Marcus' and when he trailed his tongue along the underside he was pleased when Snape could not help but utter a soft moan.

Swirling his tongue around the tip Harry used one hand to kneed the testicles softly the way he liked it when he masturbated. Intent on making the other man feel better Harry applied pressure against the hot meat in his mouth by moving his lips tightly around the cock and felt Snape tense up, his hand buried deep in Harry's hair once again.

Sucking one more time Harry felt Snape's cock erupting in his mouth spurting his creamy cum into the moist cavern. Greedily Harry swallowed everything and finally he let the flaccid member plop from his mouth. A trail of cum was on his chin and he was surprised when Snape took his shoulders in a firm grip and dragged him onto his lap covering his mouth in a searing kiss obviously pleased with his own taste.

His tongue delved into Harry's mouth exploring freely entwining with Harry's tongue and his hand trailed down to Harry's erection. His fingers deftly undid Harry pants and when his cool fingers curled around the boy's cock Harry could not help throwing his head back and utter one moan of pleasure. The skilled hand seemed to know what it was doing using just the right pressure and path to bring him so very close to ecstasy.

Stopping suddenly Harry heard that velvet voice.

“Look at me,” he purred.

Ripping open his green eyes Harry was entranced by the searing obsidian eyes that were practically sparkling with desire and pleasure. Once again he started that torturous path but this time when Harry was there, he did not stop. It took only a couple of firm strokes and Harry felt his cock exploding with orgasm his cum covering Snape's white hand. Relaxing against the strong chest Harry drew in his breath when he saw the potion master bringing the hand to his mouth and tasting Harry's cum.

Letting his hand drop to his thighs Snape cleaned both of them with a flick of his wand and then took his glass again to have a sip of firewhiskey. Cupping the back of Harry's head he pressed him closer and when he kissed him, the taste of firewhiskey and Harry's own cum made him tingle with pleasure.

Releasing Harry's mouth he flashed him a smug smile before he leaned back in his chair again. Nestling his head against the potion master's chest Harry closed his eyes in blissful satisfaction. The only thing that could be heard in the next fifteen was the flickering of the fireplace, the occasional sound when Snape placed his glass back on the table and the steady heartbeat Harry could make out under his cheek.

Eventually he felt a soft tug on his shoulder and when he opened his eyes he found Snape's serious face staring down at him from over his hooked nose.

“You should return to your dormitory.”

His voice was devoid of any emotion.

Shaking his head Harry pressed his lips against the older wizard's in a vain attempt to stall for time. But the lips stayed tightly closed and Harry withdrew sporting a pout.

“But I sleep bad when I am alone in my bed,” Harry muttered from his position under Snape's chin. “And I won't eat much.”

“Are you trying to blackmail me?” Snape asked incredulously.

Huge green eyes stared up at the potion master. “Would it work?”

Shaking his head Snape hoisted Harry from his lap and got up.

“You cannot stay here without people getting suspicious,” he insisted.

Pouting Harry stared at Snape's cock that was still protruding from the open pants but another gaze at his teacher told him that fighting was useless. So he sighed, got himself respectable again and left.


The next chapter will be worth the wait I promise you. Have I mentioned that this story actually has a plot? Well aside from the shameless smut of course. Review if you like- I love to hear from you.