Locked out

“Open the bloody door!” Harry yelled and glared at Ron who stood next to him. “I could use some help here, you know?” he snapped at his friend. The redhead sighed and shook his head.

“Give it up mate, they’re not going to let us back in.”

“We have to get our wands back, Ron! They can’t stay in there the whole night anyway.” He tightened the grip on his towel and resumed banging against the door with his fist. Ron sighed again and rubbed his eyes.

“They didn’t come in the way we did, there has to be a second way out.” He turned slowly and began to walk away, his bare feet making no sound on the cold stone floor.

“Oh thanks Ron, you’re a great friend, really! Have fun walking through the castle like this!”, he shouted at the retreating back.

Ron didn’t stop. “You can freeze to death down here if you want to, I won’t!” he called over his shoulder before disappearing around a corner. Harry let out a frustrated groan and cursed Ron, the Slytherins, Dumbledore and most of all Peeves. Two days earlier, the poltergeist had created a large swamp in the Gryffindor Tower which reminded Harry a lot of the swamp the Weasley twins had left for Umbridge. Only that this one seemed to be more resistant and the teachers had not been able to remove it yet. As a result, the Gryffindors had been divided and had moved into the other three houses for the time being. Harry, Ron, Dean and Hermione had been sent to the Slytherins, along with some younger students. While Hermione seemed to cope quite well, Harry was now standing in the cold corridor with only a towel wrapped around his hips and banging against the Slytherin bathroom door. He would have left, but his clothes and his wand were in there and there was no way he was going to leave without them. After a few more minutes, his hand was on fire and the room behind the door had gone discouragingly quiet. He leaned his forehead against the door and sighed as he closed his eyes.

“Potter, would you care to tell me what you are doing here?” Oh no. He really didn’t need this now.

Without opening his eyes Harry answered his teacher. “I got locked out.” He could feel the man’s dark eyes upon him and opened his own to look at him.

“And why do you think that banging against the door is a better choice than going to a teacher for help?” The man was standing so close to Harry, he could feel warmth flow from his body as a shiver ran over his own.

“Honestly Professor, if you stood here like that, would you go and look for a teacher?” Bad idea. Harry tried to push away the picture that now seemed to be imprinted in his mind. Snape with only a towel wrapped around his waist, dark hair hanging down wetly…Harry swallowed and tried to hold his hands in front of his groin without being obvious.

Snape chose not to answer and instead muttered a word that Harry didn’t catch. The door opened a crack and a steam filled room could be seen. As Harry had suspected, it was empty. After a quick glance at Snape, he slipped in through the door and crossed the room to where the low wooden benches stood. He let out a frustrated groan as he saw that Ron’s and his clothes were nowhere to be seen.

“Is there a problem, Mister Potter?” The smooth voice came from behind him and he shivered again, his arousal rising another notch. He didn’t turn around as he felt Snape’s presence directly behind his back. A thought flashed in his head and caused him to smirk.

“Yes, Professor, there is a problem, maybe you would care to help me with it?” He turned around and found Snape standing not two feet away from him. He dropped his hands from the towel which remained in place but did nothing to hide his arousal. He took a step towards the man and licked his lips.

“Mister Potter, kindly explain what you are doing.” Snape said as Harry took another step to close the distance between them, pressing his body against Snape’s.

“I think you have a good idea of what I am doing.” Harry murmured before he leaned in and brushed his lips against Snape’s mouth. A strong hand on his chin stopped him.

“Let me make it clear that I won’t be content with a one-off, Mister Potter. Are you indeed sure that you can handle what you ask for?” He purred into the Gryffindor’s ear, eliciting yet another shiver. Harry stared into the obsidian eyes for a while, realizing that he would willingly drown in them.

“Yes, gods yes, I am sure!”

The hand on his chin wrapped around his neck and pulled him close again. Lips, softer than he had imagined them, pressed against his and a hot, wet tongue demanded to be let into his mouth. Harry sucked the flesh hungrily, moaning as he pressed his hips against Snape’s and felt an answering hardness. He pulled back for a moment to look at Snape.

“But you’ll have to call me Harry.”, he said, his breath already coming out as short puffs. Snape stared back for a moment and then nodded. He proceeded to devour Harry’s mouth, moving on to the young man’s jaw and neck, where he nibbled and licked at the soft skin. Harry had begun to unbutton his outer robes and Snape batted his hands away impatiently as Harry swore under his breath. Practised fingers flew over the garment and soon Harry pushed it off Snape’s shoulders, groaning to find a white button-down shirt underneath. He pushed the topmost three buttons through their holes and then pulled it over Snape’s head. Suddenly he felt the cold wall against his back and realized that they had moved across the room; his towel had fallen down at some point, too. Snape’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once and Harry moaned at the onslaught of sensations that flooded his body. He reached to unbuckle Severus’ belt and open his pants, taking the straining erection into his hands. He was rewarded with a low moan against the skin of his chest and began stroking the hard length slowly. The other man continued his path across Harry’s chest to lick and suck at already hardened nipples and back up to his mouth. He pushed forward bringing their hips together, aligning their erections. He wrapped his hand around both lengths, and Harry followed his lead. They set a slow path that soon sped as their mouths and free hands still pleasured each other. All too soon, Harry felt the familiar tightening in his abdomen and his moans grew louder.

“Oh God, yes, Severus, so close.” The older wizard groaned as he heard his name on Harry’s lips and after two firm strokes, his release washed over him and spilled over their joined hands. Harry cried out again and his hips jerked as he came.

For a while they did nothing but hold each other, waiting for their bodies to calm. Harry enjoyed the feeling of Severus’ arms around him and the sound of the strong heartbeat in the firm chest. He made a protesting noise as the man pulled away, but he was silenced with a gentle kiss. Severus picked his cloak off the ground and wrapped it around Harry’s shoulders.

“I’ll go and get your possessions back, you can come and pick them up in my quarters after dinner tonight. I trust that you know their location?” Severus said as he straightened his own clothes. Harry smiled and nodded. The tiniest smile was his answer, as Severus turned to leave.


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