Boys Don\'t Kiss

Boys Don\'t Kiss
By Black Cat

Summary:Harry and Snape play dolls.
Rating: R
Pairing: HP/SS
Disclaimer: This is where you state that you do not own or making
any money off of this story... and I don\'t. credit to JKR. Pre-Chan-slash, a little AU, very underage, Harry is about 8 or 9 but it’s just a little kiss, a grope, a touch.

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McGonagall stood there in the archway of my private rooms in the dungeon. She has that stern look one her face she usually reserves for the students in trouble and its now directed toward me. But I barely notice, I was looking at him, his small hand clasped in hers. His eyes firmly planted on the floor, twisting the bottom edge of his shirt, one foot tilted inward, the other rocking from side to side. My eyes darted from him to her and back again. The lopsidedness of his hair falling into his face, the small wire frames slide down the edge of his pale freckled nose. Freckles that I doubted anyone else has really noticed, freckles on cream skin, freckles on perfectly tanned skin. I breathed in and hold it.

He was angelic.

Bare legs, shorts that were just a little to big for his small frame, white ankle socks one up, the other down. No shoes.

\"Severus,” she said my name with disdain. I was looking at her child, with what she would interrupt as scorn but let me assure you it wasn’t.

I was looking at him with fear.

Fear that I might reach out and touch that virgin skin, those red licked lips. Fear that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

“…If you could just watch him for an hour until professor Flitwick gets back...\" She was speaking firmly enough that I was to understand it was an order, but I still could hear the plead in her voice.

The child had been here at the castle since the death of his parents nearly 7 years ago. Our brilliant headmasters plan to raise a well-rounded, well-trained wizard. It was suppose to be a group effort, to prepare him for the whispers of Voldemorts return.

I had only seen the boy a hand full of times and most of those had been forced upon me... Birthdays, Christmas, other such random holidays that as a professor I was forced to attend.

I had avoided him since the very moment he arrived. First because he was a baby, then because he was a toddler and now for other reasons all together, namely freckles and tan skin. Namely for the way he looked over the rim of his specs, the way those green eyes glistened at me. Watched me.

I frowned looking at him, he quickly looked down at the ground then up through bangs that were two long. Bangs I wanted to brush away, trace my finger over a fading scar. Drag my tongue over the cream of his skin. It made me quiver. I had to shut my eyes, I had to control myself.

“Severus are you okay?” she snapped.

Startled I jump, I had forgot she was here. I nodded sharply pulling my summer robes around me, I muttered “fine” trying to add bite to my tone, but it came out flat instead.

He held a small wizard action figure in one hand and a small toy sword in another. He licked his rose lips nervously, a slight red tingled in his pale cheeks, a blush only a child has.

It could shatter a mans world.

I\'m sure I frightened him. Looming over him, the dungeons, ‘the scary potions master’, the boy had spent enough time with the general students population to be weary of me. But in turn he had no idea how he frightened me; pink and delicate. Soft and smooth.

\"...He has his toys to keep him busy. Harry...\" she knelt next to him, \"...you be good and list to whatever the professors asks of you.\" She gave him a quick hug that he returned and turned to leave, \"Severus try to behave...\" she gave me a stern look over the edge of her square frames and was gone.

He stood there one foot in front of the other. He rocked forward then back, a child’s fidget. Another pale lick of his lips, I hungered to touch them, taste them, he cocked his head to one side and let it lolly there. He looked at me with eyes to green and to innocent, to wide and to open. He twisted the handle of a small paper bag I hadn\'t noticed before. His toys.

I\'m sure I was drooling, I tried to gather my thoughts and voice, he had reduced me to ruble with the sight of him and he didn\'t even know it. I pulled my robes firmly around me again, straightening my stance.

\"So\" I looked down at him, \"you have your toys?\" brilliant Severus just brilliant. He held out a small action figure toward me \"you can be Merlin\" he whispered and the damned thing was in my hand before I could blink.

He walked past me and plopped himself down on the rug in front of the empty fireplace. He dumped out the toys, more wizard action figures and a few toy dragons, some got up and started to walk around, some just sat where they were going through the make shift jumble of plastic wands, swords and wizard hats. He wiggled to the ground spreading his legs so that it blocked in the figures.

The cuff of his shorts rode up a pale thigh, the beginning of muscle outlined the pink skin. Knobby knees, the beginnings of peach fuzz on his legs, a bare ankle. I suddenly had a desire to see his toes, the arch of his foot. He reached forward pulling on the red dragon’s tail that had been trying to escape his legs. The hem of a blue T-shirt pulled up baring a tan back and the start of an untanned arse.

I gasped, my eyes could focus on nothing more. I dropped to my knees behind him resting my hand on his shoulder squeezing, letting a finger grace the curve of his neck, he looks over his shoulder at me lost as to why I would sit behind him, \"you sit there\" he pointed opposite him.

I let him command me as I had never let anyone before him. I stood pulling off my robes. I had on a black T-shirt and trousers to match. I sat opposite him, I could not remember the last time I had sat on the floor. Probably not since my own youth.

I sat and waited, still clutching my own action figure. He started to divide them up. I got Merlin, Morgana, and a green dragon, several swords, and couple of wizard hats.

He got the red dragon, the wizard Flame and the witch Sally Henry, several wands and swords. “We\'re playing house,” he said digging into the bag producing a sofa and chair, a tin stove and a cauldron with ladle.

He squirmed turning so that he was on his stomach resting on elbows, legs up in the air behind him. He looked up at me as if I was to follow. I simply lay on my side, resting on my elbow.

\"It\'s Sally\'s birthday\", he said to the table and tiny cake appeared on the table. Small candles flickered dimly. I had a feeling these were McGonagall’s at one time, the magic was fading. He smiled up at me. I placed my assigned figures next to his, he started to sing Happy Birthday softly looking up at me.

He arched an eyebrow and I muttered out some words, words I had know the minute before but now escaped me.

“.... To you\". Sally blew out the candles and looked up proud, \"Merlin kisses her now, that’s her husband.\"

I poked at Merlin and he went over and pecked her on the cheek.

Domestic bliss.

He smiled down at the toys, poking at Merlin to kiss Morgana. Merlin rolled his eyes and did as he was asked.

Hesitantly, I set Flame down in front of him and poked at Merlin, Flame turned his cheek and I turned his head back. Merlin pecked him on the lips and Flame blushed. Sally and Morgana giggled. Harry stared at them intensely and I at him. I had over stepped my bounds but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see how he would react, I hated myself. He was too young for this. To young to understand there were monsters about, monsters that would want to touch him, kiss him for all his beauty. Touch that smooth skin.

\"No…boys don\'t kiss,” he whispered pulling the two apart. His voice was ragged silk.

\"They don\'t?\" I attempted to look abash and sound confused, I didn’t want to push, yet I wanted to push and see if I could get a…kiss.

“Why not?” I asked.

\"Just mum and dad’s” he started to rearrange the figures.

\"Oh?\" I whispered in return, I don\'t know why I was pushing this, he was to young to understand. But he was so smooth, soft, kissed by the sunlight. Something I wanted all to myself.

He was looking back to Flame and Merlin, clutched in his hand. I watched him, I was not going to push. He was raised by overwhelming women, dotted on by all, spoiled by an old man with candy and only with me as a last resort. He was to silent, I had confused the boy enough for one day. In the 10 minutes or so he had been in my rooms he had shattered my world...

I had to take myself out of this situation, I made to stand, he could play with his toys without me, I had to prepare for another school year.

\"...Have you kissed a boy?\" he whispered scared at his own words.

...and in those same 10 minutes I his.

I stopped half-kneeling falling back to sit on the heels of my feet. I wasn\'t sure if he was asking the toys or me.

The room seemed to darken, that there was no outside world, just us, just this moment.

“I have,” I said softly.

He looked up at me. His hair flipped every which way, wide eyed, the pupils of his eyes darkened, the rim of green turned to black.

\"Come here,\" I beckoned him softly, he stood up dropping the action figures.

Knobby kneed he stood before me I pulled myself up to my kneeling height, now even with him. He twisted his fingers in the base of his shirt. His cheeks flushed, as I looked at him hungrily, I had to control myself. I placed one hand on his hip, my finger sprawled between his back and arse, touching bare skin just below his shirt.

I took his other hand in mine to stop if from twisting.

\"I doesn\'t hurt, it feels nice....\"

He was trembling, “you don\'t have to” I was suddenly angry. I wanted him to want this kiss. I didn\'t want him to fear this moment or me.

He rested his hand on my chest, I could feel the heat burn through my clothes, he leaned forward a fraction of an inch, his eyelids drooped, a slight pucker to his lips.

I leaned forward, gently pressing our lips together softly, delicately, barely brushing against each other. He leaned in whimpering, preening, ‘did he want more’, he leaned forward, lips slightly parted. I felt the small fingers on the nape of my neck caressing a strand of my hair, I opened my eyes to see his eyelids tightly closed.

“Relax” I whispered, “don\'t scrunch.” I licked those pink lips and he smiled nicely eyes still closed. I kissed his cheek, nuzzling at his neck, breathing in the scent of youth and taste of innocence. He was fresh and sweet as only a child is.

He relaxed pressing his lithe body against mine.

I kissed him again, pressing our lips harder together, more demanding. I couldn’t stop myself from caressing his cheek, his neck, chest, stomach.

Parting my lips, to taste his. He parted to breathe and I took advantage of this, I licked the pallet of his mouth. My tongue danced across his, a faint taste of chocolate frogs and other sweets. I cupped the back of his head bring him to me.

One hand dripped down to cup his arse, letting my fingers to find his cleft through his clothes. Trailing one hand down his leg, “take your socks off” I murmured into his mouth.

Panting, trying to suppress a moan, my cock was twitching, aching. He reached down to remove one sock then the other holding onto my shoulder for balance. His cheeks were flushed, blotches of red on delicate skin. He looked delicious. I took one foot in hand, the small toes, a ticklish spot in the middle. So small, precious, so perfect.

I got what I wanted, I got to touch, kisses, caress. I looked down to his long toes, on my sitting room rug. Soft smooth feet, boneless. The beginning’s of light hairs.

He looked up at me, lips swollen, red, bruised. I petted his cheek, as he laid his head on my shoulder, pressing his small chest against mine. “I like you…I don’t care what the others say.”

I chuckled, that sounded about right. “You mustn’t tell anyone about this Harry, they wouldn’t understand.”

I could feel him nod huddled in my neck, I wrap my arms around him pulling him closer to me. His arms went up around my neck, pressing his body closer to mine. I held him, rubbing his back. My eyes shut with contentment. He was warm, I felt as if I could sleep a thousand days like this, I was at peace, the silence for once seemed bearable.

A knock at the door broke apart us apart.

“Severus…Harry” Flitwick called through the door.

I looked down at him, the lingering flush on his cheeks, lips still swollen. I kissed him quickly on the lips. I stood on automatic and went to open the door.

Flitwick stood there smiling up at me. “Severus, Minerva said Harry was here…ah” spotting the boy, he entered my rooms unwelcome.

“Harry there you are, oh my…get your socks on you’ll freeze on these dungeon floors.” Harry nodded and stood where he was. “Come along Harry…hurry now gather your toys.”

I stood at the door my hand still on the handle watching Harry numbly pulled his socks on his feet, eyes not moving from me. He hurried scooping up his toys, tossing them in the brown paper bag. I wanted to say he could stay a little while longer, that it was okay, that I didn’t mind watching him but I couldn’t find the words. I made no move to stop them.

Harry just stood there starring at me, stock-still. I wanted to smirk at him but I couldn’t find the muscle to do so. Flitwick took hold of Harry’s hand though the boy was a half a head taller then he.

“You know Severus I don’t think I’ve ever seen you out of your robes before?” I looked down at what I wearing, lost, I twisted the hem of my shirt.

“Right” I remarked to myself, “right”

Flitwick pulled Harry’s hand and headed for the door, “Are you alright, you look flushed….” He didn’t wait for an answer, he was already dragging Harry down the hall toward the steps.

I stood there a long time looking down at my shirt lost in thought. Finally looking to the rug where we had played, kissed, touched, and there in the middle of the rug lay Merlin and Flame.

The End