Challenging the Potions Master…

“Not even the ingredients! They don’t even know the ingredients!”

A cloud of tests flew through the air and scattered, like feathers fallen from high above. A white layer of Es and Fs filled the floor and his whole body collapsed on his desk when the last paper touched the ground. After reading all this rubbish it was a miracle his brain was still functioning! Those damn kids! This time Snape was really angry! This was a terrible start for a terrible week!

Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and even his favorite Slytherins had failed! After that little misfortunate incident (Weasley had exploded everything in a 3 meter radius!) he had decided to test them before any dangerous potions making! Hadn’t anyone been listening to what he had said in the classroom? All lousy! Except, of course, from the Granger girl… but who counted her? It was Draco Malfoy he was thinking of right now… If only he had tried a little harder! He would have granted him with an A easily, even if he didn’t deserve it! But, no! He hadn’t even made an effort! The little brat hadn’t even heard anything in the classroom! His test was as bad as the rest!

He tried to sit more comfortably in his chair and calm down, staring at his test, the only one that was still on his desk. Draco Malfoy, the son of Lucius Malfoy! Snape had promised his father that he would look after him! And he had always favored Draco! Not because he was trying to be true to his promise, but because he was so fond of the little spoiled wizard! Somehow he admired and envied all the negative aspects of his character! His vanity, his upper-class manners… Even his impudence! But Draco hadn’t respected his efforts to help him! Butterflies’ wings? Butterflies’ wings in an invisibility potion? How outrageous was that?

He stood up feeling his head ready to explode! He couldn’t control his nerves anymore! Oh, he had to go out for a while! He had to relax and every second he remained there he kept thinking of their tests and their results and… all the poppycock he had been reading all afternoon! He had always hated public places and fresh air, and so, he had restrained himself into his dark study and had always found peace of mind there! But now he really had to go out! He needed it!

His wand moved up! He barely hissed a brief spell and everything got in order in a second. The tests gathered on his desk, forming a perfect pack and the spilled red ink slipped meekly inside the bottle… He pushed his office door, hoping it would hit somebody (which, unfortunately didn’t happen) and got out.

Thank god it was late! Only the yellow light from the blazing beacons was moving now, as he walked… Yes, these were his favorite moments. Not a soul to disturb him… Just him and his thoughts and nothingness…

“Professor Snape?”

“Huh?” He snapped!

It was only Filch… quite surprised with Snape’s alarmed expression though!

“Oh, I am sorry!” he tried to explain his surprise, “I thought you were a student!”

Filch grinned. “A student, huh? I am glad someone shares my feelings about those little devils!”

“Ah, well! Can’t make them disappear, right?

Filch didn’t answer, but his face betrayed how much he enjoyed this idea! Snape had offered him some food for thought… He would probably return to his little office now, thinking it over and over again!

“Thank you, professor… Goodnight!”

“About what?”

But Filch didn’t seem to hear him any more… He murmured to himself now, unspeakable torturing methods, no wonder…

Whatever… he was done with him easily! Filch wasn’t great company anyway… He continued wandering into the great stone hallways enjoying the silence, but it seemed that someone was really determined to ruin his night. It was the general silence that made certain sounds heard louder than they should. A door shut somewhere near… He was sure he heard a door! And it came from the library! What now? It just couldn’t have been any teachers!

He did want to let it go, for once, but his curiosity overpowered. Strange noises in the middle of the night had always been bad news in Hogwarts… He moved carefully, making no noise at all and pushed the library door carefully. He could smell the fire, fire coming from a torch. Someone was there! His sight caught a faint light coming from the depth of the library hallways… Students, no wonder! But, what were they doing in the library so late at night? Not, studying! After all the crap he had been reading all afternoon, he was positive about that one… Hmmm… they must have been up to something. Snape approached the faint light silently; he didn’t want to be seen after all… And then the light went off, though everything remained visible, covered by the faint moonlight. And then he saw him…

He saw golden hair and fair skin, luminous against the moonlight… Only one boy could reflect celestial light this way… Draco? He was facing the wall but Snape could tell it was him! No other boy looked like him. And he was… wearing nothing but his trousers? But there was someone else there too, hidden behind him. And only when they moved did he manage to make out a shadow with messy dark hair… It was a boy. The Potter boy! Harry Potter?

Snape’s eyes widened… Was he hallucinating? Draco and Harry, together? What were they doing, anyway? But the answer was right in front of him. They were… hugging! They were… lovers? No, this was ludicrous! Unbelievable! But then, how could he explain that? Draco was really standing there and Potter did hug him! They were real! He covered his mouth with his hand, Oh, no! Lucius would kill him! How had he let that happen?

Draco, the little boy… Only, as he noticed now, he didn’t seem like a boy at all! The masculine line of his shoulders drew his attention… A nicely shaped young body, reaching adulthood… But what was he doing, anyway? He was looking at the young Malfoy! He had to stop looking! But he couldn’t!

They were kissing now, passionately. Two warm young bodies, sweating over their tender touch, totally unaware of his presence… Bodies, breaths and hands became a misty dream before his puzzled sight, as he began feeling dizzy, unable to breathe any more… They were so close, but it was hard now to spot one from another… And he was standing there, watching, still and silent as a statue, a shadow. He had to stop them, stop them from doing that! That was …abomination!

Harry kneeled before the young Malfoy. His hands moved on Draco’s legs and, in spite of the distance, Snape could see straight into his green eyes. He could see provocation… Draco’s hand moved softly through his messy hair and he leaned on him, covering his body with his shadow. A powerful force was holding the potions master now. Not magic, it was heat! It was the distance sense of tender kisses… His shivering hands searched for the wall, touched it and felt the coldness… He had to back on something solid, or he would fall down, for his legs barely held him any more… His mouth opened, but nothing came out. His mind searched for a threat, a spell… Nothing came handy. He felt paralyzed, unable to withdraw his very glance. Weakness… His hand moved up, to his chest. He could hear his heartbeat clearly now, sense it on his fingers, loud as a beating drum and he was sweating! What was happening to him? His ears caught Draco’s sigh, calling Harry and he bitted his lips. His hands sank underneath his robes, grabbing his shoulders, trying to pull himself together from this paranoia. His mouth, still dry, closed at last and he gulped his remaining saliva. It seamed ages since he dared to breathe again, afraid that they would sense his presence.

But then his skin, bare against his touch, stopped shivering and he took some deep breaths… He looked down on the floor to keep his mind occupied with anything else! Anything but this excruciating sight! So, Draco and Harry, lovers… OK, he had to calm down now and think! Think! What if Lucius found out? No, he shouldn’t! But, then, who would tell him? Apparently nobody else knew! This would be a disaster for Draco as well. He couldn’t even imagine what Lucius would do to his son… Nobody must know! Not a soul!

He looked at them again. Somehow clearing everything into his mind had eased him. Overcoming his initial surprise, made him appreciate what was happening in front of him. And he even dared to believe that… maybe… this wasn’t as hideous as it had seemed to be at first. It was quite… beautiful actually! And he did wish to go on staring at Draco! He, somehow, couldn’t withdraw his glance from the beautiful boy! What the hell, he deserved this! Being Draco’s mentor all those years… And so, he got more comfortable on the wall…

Snape continued staring, feeling much more excited now. He was beginning to enjoy the scene and he could even admit it! In spite of the distance he could see every little detail. He couldn’t have been more grateful for the bright moon, offering him its generous light this night! He almost felt their rhythm. Their heat reached him… And as they continued kissing and touching, he decided to steal some of their pleasure, imitate their movements… His fingers moved up and down his body, feeling the firmness of his chest. And when Draco finally surrendered into Harry’s soft lips, Snape’s hands moved southern. But his hands were a man’s hands and they could not be compared to the silky touch of a boy. And so, he did not dare to ease the fire between his legs. He needed a boy’s touch on his body now, hell, he deserved it! He wanted Draco! Yes, even the idea of him touching his body was so pleasant! He wanted Draco to caress him. He needed to feel his touch and taste his lips. He haery ery right after all! It was Harry who didn’t! Harry was violating his beloved angel with his hands… Harry had no business there, on Draco’s body! Snape wanted to kick him away, take his place… He gnashed and his upcoming anger turned him on! He had to do something; he could not go on staring for ever!

But something stopped him. Draco had surrendered in his ecstasy now and Snape was thrilled to watch his face, filled with pleasure. His crystal eyes twinkled like a candle’s light as he sighted, under Harry’s tender touch. No, he would wait… He couldn’t deprive his beloved Draco of this delight… Somehow, Draco’s senses were so precious to him… Harry was being so careful with Draco, so soft. “Yes, offer him everything you have, Potter! I want to see what you can do; I want to learn your tactic, my most fearsome rival! I must know your secrets. I must find a way to take him from your arms. Find a way to allure him into mine…” How could he assert himself over Harry’s youthful taste? He had to be better than him, offer Draco something insuperable! A man’s touch, a harder kiss and a grown-up’s skills. These were his weapons now. Maybe Draco needed something firmer now, exactly as he himself needed something tender. Maybe, just maybe, they could complete each other! He would only have to face the Potter boy. Fight to the conquest, on this desired battlefield, Draco’s body… And so he decided to fight; and fight hard.

They were so adherent with each other that they didn’t see him coming. It was Harry who noticed his heavy shadow spreading on the floor like a dark threat and dashed back, like a scared animal. His frightened eyes betrayed his surprise, his shock… He hided into the shadows, trying to cover himself with their spread clothes. Draco remained there though, still unaware of his presence, lost in his pleasure, but as his dreamy eyes continued looking high above, he faced Snape’s strict eyes examining him. And in this position he froze with astonishment and… fear. Quite pleased with himself, Snape waited a minute to enjoy his effect on them…

And then, he decided to break the silence…