Dancing in the Dark

“Something is going on,” Harry muttered more to himself than to his two best friends who sat on the other side of the table.

Hermione followed Harry's look to the head table and had to admit that most of the teachers appeared worried, nervous and as if they waited for something to happen.

“But what?” she asked while closing her transfiguration book done with revising for that day's class.

“I have no idea,” Harry said and lowered his voice. “But I bet it has something to do with Voldemort.”

Ron almost fell off the bench and made a face while sputtering half of his mouthful of bacon.

“Hey would you not mention him during breakfast! I am trying to eat here.”

Rolling her eyes Hermione turned back to Harry.

“What do you reckon it could be?”

“What makes you think that I would know?” Harry asked.

Lowering her voice even more she tutted.

“Since you and Professor Snape...”

“I have not spoken to him in two weeks,” Harry said with bitterness. “Or done anything else.”

Hermione sighed. “If it was something to do with Voldemort I am sure they would tell you.”

“On what planet do you live?” Harry asked incredulously. “I am usually the last person who is notified of anything regarding Riddle and my own fate.”

Getting up Hermione gave him a comforting smile.

“Well right now this should be the least of your concerns. You have to retake your potion exam and you should concentrate on that.”

Ron nudged his best friend into his side.

“Listen to Chief Auror Granger who will get rid of students failing exams.”

Throwing Ron a dirty look Hermione steered Harry out of the great hall down a corridor leading to the dungeons.

“Ignore him Harry! Just concentrate on what we have studied for the last fortnight.”

Harry had to admit he was nervous as he sat in the classroom waiting for Snape. True, he had studied as much as possible the last days but he was far from convinced that it was good enough.

The door was pushed open and the imposing figure of Severus Snape dressed in his immaculate school robes stepped in closing the door behind him with a swish of his wand.

“I see Mr Potter you are on time and ready to prove yourself.”

Placing the parchment in front of Harry he casually waved his wand into the direction of the chalk board and it filled with questions.

“You may start,” he said sitting down behind his own desk obviously using the opportunity to grade some papers.

In the end Harry was relieved at how easy the exam was, so his studying frenzy with Hermione seemed to have paid off and eventually he put down his quill satisfied with the result. If that was not good enough there was nothing else he could do.

Looking up he found Snape standing in front of his desk with a blank impression on his face.

“Are you done Mr Potter?” he asked with his silken voice which reminded Harry of the way he had purred two weeks ago and made him come without touching him.

Nodding Harry watched as he waved his wand and the parchment floated to a cabinet next to the door. Snape stalked back to his desk and began collect his papers his back turned to Harry obviously not wishing to discuss anything else.

But Harry would not be Harry Potter if he had given up so easily and taking his bag he approached his teacher with a resolved face. Snape seemed to sense Harry because he looked up waiting for the boy to adress him.

“Professor Snape, ehm I was wondering if I could ask you a question about the potion we brewed yesterday?”

Cocking one brow Snape nodded but did not react otherwise. Harry took out his notes and stepped closer holding the parchment so that the professor could look at it and it was pure chance that their arms touched and he could practically feel the heat emitting from the older wizard.

“Here, I appear to have missed something so maybe you could explain it to me again?” Casting Snape an innocent gaze Harry added, “I would really appreciate it Sir.”

Crossing his arms in front of his chest Snape's eyes clouded over with- something that passed so quickly that Harry missed it.

“And why can you not ask Mr Granger about that missing information? I am sure she would love to help you out with her notes.”

Harry could not help the endearing pout that appeared on his features.

“Yeah, I guess she would.”

Realizing that he had no other reason to pester the wizard Harry turned around to leave the room but was stopped when he heard a soft chuckle. Turning around he found Snape watching him obviously amused.

“But I presume this was not really what you wanted?”

Harry shook his head relieved the conversation was obviously not over yet.

“No Sir.”

Gathering his papers Snape walked to the door that led to his private quarters.

“And what did you want Mr Potter?”

“Maybe we could talk,” Harry offered vaguely. “You know or you watch me as I eat some cake. I don't think I have gained enough weight to play that quidditch game in two weeks.”

“So you are suggesting that I should sacrifice my free afternoon to watch you eat cake?”

Harry had to admit that it sounded bad when put that way but Snape surprised him.

“Follow me!”

In Snape's living room Harry flopped down on the leather couch and dropped his bag filled with his books onto the stone floor. The potion master poured both of them some pumpkin juice and returned to the seating area resting in his arm chair.

“What would you suggest we talk about then?” he casually asked taking a sip from his glass.

Harry thought about that. “You told me teaching was not your dream job. Why do you teach then?”

Snape considered that for a moment.

“I guess at certain points in your life nobody really cares what you want.”

Harry nodded not really knowing what to say and Snape sighed.

“What do you really want Harry?”

The boy's heart sped up to a frenzied run and he felt his cock starting to stir to life. Unconsciously Harry licked his lips before he answered.

“You.”

Snape looked smug all in a sudden

“Do you?”

“I do,” Harry said with a cocky smile. Getting up he moved next to the arm chair and stradled the older wizard's lap. He drew in his breath when he felt Snape's hardened cock pressing against his ass.

“But are you really prepared for what you are getting into Mr Potter?”

Pressing his lips against Snape's Harry felt them open up for him and he began to explore the moist warmth. Snape's tongue played with his and Harry felt the other wizard's hand cup his butt pressing Harry tighter against the warm chest. Entwining his hands behind Snape's neck Harry gasped when the potion master began to asault his neck nibbling and biting the skin he found there.

“If I had my way I would devour you right here,” he whispered hotly.

“I would not mind,” Harry muttered trying to compose himself enough to prevent his traiterous body from coming so soon.

“I gather so much,” Snape said as he pushed Harry's shirt over his shoulders and began to lazily trace his nipples with his tongue. All Harry could do was hold on to his lover and breathing became more difficult with each minute that passed.

Pushing Harry's torso backwards as much as possible Snape began to lick and suck his way down Harry abdomen until he lingered above his jeans. Locking his smouldering eyes with Harry's he undid the jeans and his cool hand curled around Harry's rock hard cock peeling it free of his briefs.

Throwing his head back Harry groaned, with pleasure shaking his body until he felt a sensation overload. And then he felt hot lips around his throbbing hardness sucking it inside and he came with a loud moan. The waves he rode got higher and higher and when it was over he slumped against Snape's chest.

It took forever for his heart beat to calm down enough so he could lift his head. Finding Snape's black eyes watching him he gave him a loopsided smile.

“I thought I would die,” he said.

“Wouldn't that be a pleasurable death?” Snape asked.

Grining Harry bent down to steal one more kiss from him.

“Do I have to leave now?”

For one moment he thought he saw a flicker of something in Snape's eyes but then he nodded.

“You may stay, but I need to talk with the headmaster before I retire.”





It took Snape so long to return that Harry crawled into his bed and dozed off into a light sleep. Suddenly he felt something poking him into his shoulder and assuming it was Snape Harry tried to shake him off.

“You should get up,” Snape said casually.

“Whtsup?” Harry slurred and then yawned.

“Death Eaters,” Snape said.

Peaking around himself in panic Harry felt his blood run cold with fear. “Where?”

When Snape did not answer he looked back at him and saw the potion master, his eyes cold as ice, pointing his wand against his temple while Bellatrix flashed him a mad grin.

“Hello Potter.”


*walkes away humming an innocent tune*