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Snape slowly turned his head toward his belligerent student. "Pardon me?" His voice was dangerously silky.
"You're not throwing me out on my ear because you got scared," Harry said, his face pale but determined. Snape would not win this battle. "I want you."
"I don't fuck students, Potter." Snape spat the words out. "And if I did, you'd be the last one I'd chose."
"I doubt that." Harry raised his chin. "And I suspect I might want more than a fuck. For some reason that only Merlin and the gods above know, I want you." His voice cracked slightly. "I want to be with you."
"You don't know me."
"I do." Harry stood in front of him. His heart was racing. "I know you're an arrogant, obnoxious bastard who infuriates me so much that I don't know whether to sock you or to snog you. Or both," he added with a slight quirk of his lips. "You're intelligent, opinionated, irritating, loyal, and incredibly sexy though you're nowhere near being attractive. Your voice alone makes me want to bend you over your desk in the Potions classroom and bugger you until you howl my name at the top of your lungs." He snorted. "And you wonder why I'm distracted in your class."
Snape stared at him in shock.
Harry pressed on. "You're hardheaded and stubborn enough to be a complete prat, but then you turn around and show me a tiny little bit of you that I've never seen before and it fascinates me. I hated you for years until I got to know you this term. And then I started to like you a bit. To appreciate the good parts of Severus Snape. And somewhere along the way, despite the fact that I fought it constantly, I went and fell in love with you."
A warmth exploded inside of Harry with those words, a sharp sudden eruption of perfect, pure emotion. He laughed.
"I'm in love with you," he said in wonder.
Snape flinched. "You're not."
"I am." Harry moved closer.
"You can't be." Snape stepped back.
"I can."
"No." Snape shook his head. "You can't love me, Harry."
"I don't have a choice, Severus." Harry rolled Snape's name around on his tongue. It felt right.
"I'm your professor."
"Doesn't matter." Harry's fingertips stroked Snape's cheek. The older man caught his hand.
"Don't."
"Why not?"
"We can't," Snape said, dropping Harry's hand.
"We can." Harry brushed his lips against Snape's jaw.
"I can't." The whisper was anguished.
Harry stepped back. Snape stood ramrod straight, his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes were dark with need. With pain.
"Go, Harry," Snape said. "Don't tempt me. Please."
Harry shook his head. "You deserve to be happy, Severus. We deserve to be happy."
"You don't know me, Potter," Snape hissed.
"I want to," Harry replied. "I want to know how you lived with that beast of a father when you were a child. I want to know how you found yourself in Voldemort's circle. I want to know what keeps you here at Hogwarts. I want to know why you've protected me all these years when you despised my father and his friends. I want to know why you are the man you are, Severus Snape." He stared into the older man's eyes. "I want to know why you're the one I'm drawn to. The one I can't escape. And more than anything I want to know what it is about you that I've fallen in love with."
"Just go." Snape gritted his teeth. "Leave me be."
"I can't."
"You will."
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but the look on Snape's face stopped him. Anger and frustration clashed with need and want and desire. He sighed.
"All right."
Snape relaxed.
"For now," Harry added.
Snape tensed again.
Harry pressed his lips hard up against his professor's, then turned and walked to the door. He paused in the doorway and looked back. Snape held himself stiffly, not daring to look in his direction.
"I do love you," Harry whispered.
Snape waited until the door closed behind the boy before he slipped to the floor, his head cradled in his hands. |