First time - comment pr0n
"Mr Potter, are you asking me to believe that you've never..."
"I've given up asking you to believe anything I say. That's as much use as telling Dumbledore not to offer me a sweet."
"Not everyone concedes defeat as easily as you do."
"Easily?" Harry kicked out, managing to miss everything around him. "If I conceded easily, I'd be on my knees before that snaky bastard right now."
"Perhaps." Black eyes gleamed with something like interest.
"Don't you ever think about it?" Harry got up and started wandering around the staff room, picking things up and putting them down again. "About what would have happened if that stupid, ridiculous, firstie spell hadn't worked all those years ago?"
Severus waited, silent, not moving from the comfort of his favourite armchair.
"I do," Harry whispered. "Some days, the thought consumes me. Some nights, the nightmares wake me up screaming." A shudder rippled through him. He turned around, resting his bum on the counter. "It's why Ginny left me, why I came back here to teach. Even when he was trying to kill me, I felt safe here."
"You always were obsessed with the most bizarrely unique perceptions." Severus levered himself up and limped over to stand before Harry.
"Pot. Kettle."
"Hmmm."
Harry's teeth worried at a bit of dry skin on his lower lip pulling it free. Then his tongue came out and licked away the drop of blood that welled up.
"Don't hurt yourself," Severus said, his usually smooth voice scratchy. He reached out, ran a gentle thumb across the tiny wound.
Eyes wide, Harry touched the thumb with the tip of his tongue. His question unspoken but heard none-the-less.
Severus leaned down. Just a little, as the boy had finally grown into a man of almost equal height. Soft warm lips met dry chapped ones. Hands wrapped into hair. Bodies pressed against each other.
when Professor Flitwick dropped by for his usual cup of tea and chat, the room was empty. Tea bags and sugar cubes scattered across the floor.