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Original poster: ravenrosebud
Title: Admirer Part 2
Author: RavenRosebud
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: PG13
Summary: Snape discovers that he has an admirer.
Disclaimer: Everything but the plot belongs to JKR
x-posted
Severus awoke to discover that his trousers were still undone, his hand was quite sticky, and he had fallen asleep on top of the covers. As he rolled over he noticed the scroll and flashed back to the last moment of his little indulgence. He groaned when he realized what name he had called out, that was the fifth time in the last two months.
That stupid boy was really beginning to annoy him. It was bad enough that he had to show up at the beginning of his seventh year looking all…grown up. He had finally filled out over the summer and no longer looked a starving bum with his too big clothes and shaggy hair. Now the boy the nerve to pop into his head at the most inappropriate times. At least he didn’t look so child like anymore, he didn’t quite feel like a perverted old man wanking to the image of him in his Quidditch uniform as he would if he still had that waif like physique.
After a long hot shower which left his skin a revolting shade of pink, Snape donned his usual black trousers, black shirt, and black robe and headed out to the Great Hall for his morning meal.
Again, he found his eyes wandering as he picked at his toast and eggs. With House rivalries almost nonexistent, there wasn’t much reason to keep such a close eye on the students. As his gaze came to the Gryffindor table, he was not surprised to find Potter looking at him. A shy smile appeared on the boy’s face before he looked back down at his plate.
The boy really was quite charming in his own way, and he really needed to stop referring to him as boy if he was going to continue having such dirty thoughts about him. The screech of the owls delivering the morning mail broke into his thoughts.
Snape watched in horror as a large black raven carrying what appeared to be a flower of some sort came directly towards him. He could feel the eyes of the students and other professors as the raven placed the long stemmed crimson rose on his plate. There was another scroll tied to the leg of the bird.
Severus nervously untied the ribbon and placed the scroll in his pocket. He was tempted to incendio the rose but didn’t want to cause more of a scene. He gave up pretending to eat after only two minutes and stalked out of the Great Hall.
This time he waited until he was back in his chambers before breaking the seal on the scroll. He unrolled it and placed the rose at the top to help secure it.
your face is flushed
and I can see your lower lip disappearing
being sucked into the heat of your mouth
your back curves up off the mattress
trying to make contact with my hand
as it hovers above your bare flesh
tell me
tell me how the first touch feels
is it all that you had craved
does it leave you wanting more
tell me how the first touch of flesh against flesh feels
do you want to beg
to swallow your pride and give me what I desire
do you want to surrender to me
to my touch, to my mouth
tell me
Severus let go, allowing the parchment to roll back up despite the weight of the rose. He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. His fingers dug into the leather padding on the arm of his chair as his mind replayed the events that had happened so far.
He had come to the conclusion that there was no joke being played on him, and if so, well he was quite enjoying the poetry anyway. Severus glanced down and noticed the tent in his trousers; yes he was definitely enjoying these tokens.
Another week passed with no poetry or pre-ran baths and Severus found himself wondering if his admirer had grown tired of this game. He had been quite curious to discover who was writing to him.
Severus heard the knock on his door and waited for it to swing open. Potter was late as usual, they had been meeting since the middle of sixth year and he had never managed to show up on time. They had started the Occlumancy lessons over again and when they were no longer required, Snape had been surprised to discover that Potter still showed up at his chambers every Thursday night.
The two had gone from raping each other’s minds to sitting quietly by the fire or on the rare occasion playing a game of chess. Potter entered and gracefully plopped down onto the large sofa. “Evening, sir.”
Snape grunted in reply and continued grading the sixth year Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff exams. Three hours passed in silence, the only sounds being their steady breathing and the scratching of Snape’s quill.
Harry stood, stretched his arms high above his head and began making his way toward Severus. Snape ignored this change and continued grading. His eyes quickly glanced up as Harry loomed over him and then he looked back down at the pathetic excuse for an answer that he was currently decorating in red.
“What’s this, sir?” Severus looked up to see Potter holding a yellowed parchment in his hands. It took him a moment to realize what it was. Snape jumped and reached for the scroll but was not fast enough.
Harry had darted out of his reach and was now walking in the direction of the fireplace. “Give it here, Potter.” He was on him before Potter could react this time. Their bodies were pressed together as he held Harry against the wall.
He could see a flush creeping up from Potter’s collar and spreading over his cheeks. “Give it here you insolent little brat.” He tore the scroll from the boy’s trembling fingers and pushed him against the wall again when he made to move away. “Do you really think because I allow you to still come here, that we are friends? Do you think you have the right to snoop through my belongings? You have no rights here, you are nothing in here.”
Severus tried to calm himself as he slipped through the doorway to his inner chambers leaving Harry standing against the wall near the still crackling fireplace. He was currently berating himself for losing his temper. How could he have been so stupid as to leave that particular scroll out in the open? He had been rereading it to look for clues when Potter had arrived.
Severus could never control his temper when it came to Harry Bloody Potter. He was only grateful that he could control other things when around him. He had been ashamed to discover his excitement at having Potter pinned to the wall, helpless.
Snape discovered that he would have to wait another three days before again hearing from his stalker/admirer. Once again a letter arrived in the morning mail carried by the same large black raven. He was only slightly disappointed that no rose was included this time.
His lips twitched as he tried to withhold the smile that was just begging to be unleashed, he didn’t want to scare the students. He prided himself in his patience this time. Severus waited until at least three other professors left before heading off to read his newest token.
He settled down in his favorite chair, took a deep soothing breath, and broke the seal. He slowly unrolled the parchment and immediately recognized the now familiar script. He stopped breathing completely as he read the words.
your gravelly voice drips with disdain
I close my eyes at the rage shining in your black pools
pale fingers bruise the tender flesh of my arm
my head bounces off the wall as you push me away
I can feel the tip of your nose pressed against the side of my face
your hot breath on my ear as you whisper words of loathing
my body trembles as your fingers seize my hair
you yank my head back exposing my vulnerable throat to your anger
I’m afraid, terrified of how you turn me on
of how each hate filled syllable makes me want you more
Severus allowed the parchment to slip from his fingers and float down to the stone floor. His eyes closed and he thought over the words that he had just read, like he did every time he received a poem. This time was different though, this time something was finally clear to him.
“Potter.”
tbc…..