It is stories like these that make me never able to go back and reread DH again. Because this is how I *need* it to be. Only these two can understand each other...like this.
“It can't be me,” Snape rasped, though his body told a different story. He leaned in, eyes raking over the boy's moist mouth, and Harry swallowed.
“I think...” he said breathlessly, “I think it can only be you.”