Let the Game Begin, Chapter Two
Well, here it is! Chapter two is done. We hope you like it. taran_swann and I just HATE flirting, and as neither one of us has the LEAST idea of how to be seductive, this was quite difficult for us. *blinks innocently* *smirk* Anyway, without further ado...
Let the Game Begin
Chapter Two
by Magdelena and Taran
The staff gathered in Albus Dumbledore’s office and chatted amongst themselves as they waited for the two late arrivals. Albus had reassured them several times that Hagrid and Harry would be along shortly, but Minerva McGonagall had reached her breaking point when she had been submitted to listening to Rolanda Hooch and Filius Flitwick trading limericks for over thirty minutes.
“Albus, when are we going to begin this!” Minerva pleaded. “It seems as though we’ve been waiting for...”
She was abruptly cut off as the door to Albus’ office flew open, Hagrid’s girth filling the doorway as he bustled in, stammering out his apologies and muttering something about Harry begging him to teach him how to ride.
It was then that Harry peeked out from behind Hagrid’s back and flashed the entire staff with a winning smile. “It’s completely my fault. I take full responsibility. I’ve been begging Hagrid to teach me how to fly Sirius’ motorcycle for ages now, and he finally acquiesced.”
Harry stepped out from behind Hagrid, and smiled for only a moment at Severus before facing Minerva. His hair was tousled even more than usual from the windy conditions outside, his skin the same rosy glow it usually had from flying. He was wearing a tight long sleeved white turtleneck shirt that was tucked into a pair of black leather pants, which were so sinfully tight that they accentuated the outline of each and every muscle in his legs and arse.
Harry prattled on about his experiences on the motorcycle to Minerva and the other staff, occasionally giving a sidelong glance at the Potions Master to gauge his reaction.
Severus dragged his eyes painfully away from Harry's exquisite appearance and swallowed hard. So much for subtlety.
"Can we PLEASE get started?" he thundered at Albus. Severus fixed his gaze on Flitwick, who had the misfortune of sitting directly across from him. He was glaring so hard that he didn't even notice the diminutive man squirming under the weight of his stare.
As the meeting droned on, Severus sat forward in his chair, attempting to think of some form of seduction that would go unnoticed by anyone other than Harry. He tucked a strand of inky black hair behind a delicately curved ear and subconsciously licked his lips, sucking the bottom lip between his teeth. He rested his chin on his hand, his eyes loosing focus and glittering with thoughts.
Harry knew that his outfit had its intended mark and had gotten under Severus’ skin. Unfortunately, he noticed with a shiver, apparently it had also affected both Rolanda Hooch and Pomona Sprout who he was going to have to avoid like the plague for the next few days. He was disappointed, however, when Severus had pointedly ignored him since, and Harry wondered to himself about why he had ever agreed to being subtle when he bloody well HATED being subtle.
He stole a glance at Severus and found himself unable to look away. From his seat two chairs down from Filius he watched as Severus’ long, elegant fingers reached up to his hair. Harry’s gaze followed the fingers as they slid along the curve of Severus’ ear, and Harry shuddered wondering what it would feel like to... He quickly snapped himself out of it, determined not to fall prey to the obvious Slytherin wiles of the Potions Master. He was just starting to regain control when all of a sudden Severus’ tongue slid out, moistening the pale lips until they practically glittered, and then he sucked on that pouty lip! Harry could imagine his own teeth worrying the soft flesh and...DAMN! Harry cursed the fact that he was wearing such restrictive clothing, and forced himself to look away from the seductive man in front of him and ponder his next move. That’s it, Severus Snape. You are going to pay.
Harry’s opportunity came in just a minute as Albus offered the staff samples of his latest obsession…popsicles. Harry quickly selected a grape-flavoured one, unwrapped the icy concoction, and proceeded to take a long lick up the side of the treat. He turned to Filius, who was having difficulty opening the wrapper on his own popsicle, and smiled engagingly. “I haven’t had one of these in years. They’re so much better if you take your time and lick it carefully. I find if you suck on them too hard you extract all the delicious flavor inside.”
He turned towards Severus, who he noticed had been eyeing him again. “Have you ever had one of these before, Professor Snape?”
Severus' growl came out sounding more like a groan, and he cursed himself internally.
"No, I haven't had one and really, they don't look at all tempting," Severus said pointedly. He turned away again and refused to acknowledge his body's reaction to seeing Harry slowly slide the frozen treat between his warm lips.
He growled again as he forced his mind away from what Harry's lips and tongue were doing to the Popsicle. Again, it came out as something other than the growl it was intended to be. This time, it sounded painfully more like a purr. He closed his eyes to block the sight, to give him a moment to think. At this rate, the younger wizard would win in no time. He needed to come up with something subtle, something unexpected.
With his eyes closed, and ignoring the chattering of the teachers, Severus began to hum quietly as he often did when researching or brewing. He wasn't concerned with being heard, as most of the staff had heard him hum and/or sing at sometime or another.
Harry smiled contentedly around his treat, as he heard Severus first groan and then...Sweet Merlin! Did he just purr?... Harry again willed down his arousal. At this rate, the older wizard would win in no time.
Harry’s eyes darted around the room looking for something that could distract him when suddenly he realized that Sybil was nattering on about her plan to do a joint class with the Muggle Studies professor on the use of Ouija boards or some such rot. Harry sighed audibly with relief. Looking at Trelawney for too long was enough to make any man lose his... What was that?
Harry listened to the soft sounds of an absolutely melodious, sensual voice, humming quietly. He suddenly realized where the sounds were coming from, and glanced over at the Potions Master. He whimpered at the exquisite sight before him. Severus’ beautiful eyes were closed, his long, black eyelashes prominent against his pale face. Harry watched, transfixed as Severus’ Adam’s apple vibrated slightly as the soft tones reverberated through the Potions Master’s throat. Harry found himself picturing how gorgeous Severus would look, eyes closed as he suckled Harry’s cock into his mouth. Harry’s own eyes slid closed, and his breath came quicker as he imagined that humming around his shaft. Harry whimpered again, sucked in a deep breath, and bit right through the end of his popsicle, cursing as the syrup from the treat dribbled down his chin and onto his hand.
Severus was startled out of his thoughts at a light touch on his arm. He turned to look at Minerva who was gazing at him with concern.
"Severus, is everything all right?" she asked softly.
"Fine," he replied, sitting up in his chair. He glanced at Harry and quickly looked away. He saw the purple juices dribbling down Harry's chin and swallowed the impulse to lick the young man's face clean. He cleared his throat loudly and sneered at Albus, who happened to have Popsicle juices of his own running into his long, white beard.
"Are we through here?" Severus asked crossly. He was becoming desperate to escape Harry's presence. He rolled his eyes as Albus giggled and tried to wipe up the mess before answering. He picked up his cup of tea and blew lightly on it, swirling the steam around in a vague attempt to cool the hot substance.
Harry quickly spelled his hand and mouth clean and banished the remains of his popsicle. Harry glanced up at the Potions Master again just as Severus had finished asking the Headmaster his question, and bit into his lower lip hard to contain the whimper that fought to escape his mouth.
He watched as Severus’ lips drew together so he could direct his breath on his coffee cup. In Harry’s already overly aroused state though, all he could picture was soft, hot puffs of air being blown over his nipples, and neck, and earlobes, and… “Yes, Albus, are we through? I believe all of us have other things we should be doing.”
Gratefully, the meeting indeed ended in several minutes. Harry concentrated for a few moments on some rather horrifying pairings, willing away his erection, before he attempted to rise from his seat. He then managed to quietly slip up behind Severus while most of the staff was distracted by Albus showing off the new perch he had purchased for Fawkes. He lightly touched Severus on the sleeve, and whispered, “Meet me in my classroom. It’s the closest.” Without another word, he strode off as quickly as he could, his pants now unbearably tight AGAIN as the nearness of Severus nearly brought him to his knees.
Severus shuddered at the feel of Harry's warm, moist breath tickled his ear. He suppressed a groan as Harry swept from the room. He was never more grateful for the long, loose robes as he was now. Having Harry's toned body so close to his was sweet torture and he couldn't get the image of Harry's tightly clad arse out of his mind.
He took several deep breaths before following Harry to his classroom. He forced himself not to think about what they could be doing in that room and willed his libido into submission before knocking softly on the door.
Harry had been pacing back and forth by the door of his classroom, waiting for Severus to arrive. The second he heard the light knock, he threw open the door and grabbed a handful of Severus’ robe. He pulled the Potions Master into the room and slammed the door shut, the automatic locking and silencing wards he had set on the entrance going up as soon as the door closed.
Harry pushed Severus up against the wall, and stepped forward so that his leg was insinuated between Severus’ slightly parted ones. The hand that wasn’t holding Severus’ robes in a death grip snaked behind the man’s head and held it steady as Harry’s lips crushed down over Severus’. Severus’ mouth had opened slightly in surprise at Harry’s bold actions, and Harry eagerly took advantage of the parted lips, thrusting his tongue inside the yielding cavern. As soon as Harry felt Severus responding however, he suddenly remembered the bet.
He forcefully ripped himself out of Severus’ arms, and perched on one of the student desks. Panting harshly, he managed to stammer out. “Forget it, I’m not giving up yet. Not this easily.” Harry ran both hands through his hair and blew out a steadying breath. He fixed a glare on Severus. “But that was truly an unfair spectacle you put on today. Honestly, I thought we were supposed to be subtle at first. Could you have been any more obvious?”
Severus took several deep gulps of air while he attempted to steady his nerves. The speed in which Harry latched onto him and then backed away, left him slightly disoriented and more than a little wanton. He shook his head as Harry's words drifted through a layer of lust.
"My ‘spectacle’? I didn't DO anything! And YOU! You were far from subtle, walking in wearing... THAT!" Severus said, gesturing at Harry's unusual, but attractive choice of attire.
“ME! Oh please!” Harry ticked off the list of Severus’ attempts at seduction on his fingertips. “Tucking your hair behind your ear, showing off both those gorgeous long fingers of yours, and practically begging me to suckle on your earlobe, and THEN you had the nerve to not only LICK your lips but to NIBBLE at them! And then that VOICE. You make these absolutely delectable little sounds, then you have the nerve to hum! In t-that voice of yours that makes every female teacher, and quite a few of the male ones, I might add, simply SNAP to attention. That was just sinful! That was NOT subtle.”
Harry looked down at his outfit pointedly, and then rolled his eyes dramatically. “THIS is subtle. I was not openly making overtures towards YOU. I made it quite plain that I had been out with Hagrid on Siri’s motorcycle, and this is what one wears when one is riding a motorcycle.” An evil smirk spread across Harry’s lips, as his irritation receded at being able to express his frustration. Feeling once again in control of himself, he couldn’t resist baiting the Potions Master. “I should take you for a ride sometime. It’s really amazing feeling that power between your thighs, and the vibrations are simply sinful...”
Severus' heart skipped a few beats at Harry's description, though he gave no outward appearance of his increased lust.
"As fascinating as that sounds, I prefer to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground... most of the time," he said with a suggestive leer. "As for my behavior, I was not trying to be seductive. I was merely thinking, but now that I know how my body language and voice affect you..."
Severus' voice dropped to a sensual whisper. He gave a smirk before slowly swiping his tongue across his thin lips, then sucked his lower lip in to worry it with his teeth, giving a pouty look and watching Harry's eyes closely.
“All right, you wicked little tease.” Harry smirked at Severus, his eyes flashing with lust and determination. “That’s it. Subtle-time is over, as of now. We’ve got two weeks until the students return, and I certainly don’t plan to hide my attraction to you from the other staff members, so from now on this game is out in the open. Agreed?”
"Agreed!" Severus put out his hand and when Harry grasped it to shake hands and seal the deal, Severus pulled him forward, off the desk and into his arms. Harry's mouth opened in shock and Severus took advantage. He pressed his lips to Harry's and drove his tongue in, swirling it around Harry's and moaning with pleasure. When the need to breathe outweighed the passion, he forcefully pushed Harry back against the desk.
“Goodnight, Harry," Severus said softly, licking his lips subconsciously, his voice again low and sensual. He snickered at Harry's lusty look and kiss-swollen lips as he swept out of the room.
“Um...G’night!” Harry groaned as he fought to regain his composure, and then laid back on the desk. He sighed miserably, cursing himself for suggesting the damned monitoring charms, and musing on the fact that at least he would be terribly clean from all the cold showers.
After a few minutes, Harry forced himself up, and with renewed determination declared his intentions to the empty classroom. “You haven’t seen anything yet, Severus Snape. Just wait until tomorrow.”
Let the Game Begin
Chapter Two
by Magdelena and Taran
The staff gathered in Albus Dumbledore’s office and chatted amongst themselves as they waited for the two late arrivals. Albus had reassured them several times that Hagrid and Harry would be along shortly, but Minerva McGonagall had reached her breaking point when she had been submitted to listening to Rolanda Hooch and Filius Flitwick trading limericks for over thirty minutes.
“Albus, when are we going to begin this!” Minerva pleaded. “It seems as though we’ve been waiting for...”
She was abruptly cut off as the door to Albus’ office flew open, Hagrid’s girth filling the doorway as he bustled in, stammering out his apologies and muttering something about Harry begging him to teach him how to ride.
It was then that Harry peeked out from behind Hagrid’s back and flashed the entire staff with a winning smile. “It’s completely my fault. I take full responsibility. I’ve been begging Hagrid to teach me how to fly Sirius’ motorcycle for ages now, and he finally acquiesced.”
Harry stepped out from behind Hagrid, and smiled for only a moment at Severus before facing Minerva. His hair was tousled even more than usual from the windy conditions outside, his skin the same rosy glow it usually had from flying. He was wearing a tight long sleeved white turtleneck shirt that was tucked into a pair of black leather pants, which were so sinfully tight that they accentuated the outline of each and every muscle in his legs and arse.
Harry prattled on about his experiences on the motorcycle to Minerva and the other staff, occasionally giving a sidelong glance at the Potions Master to gauge his reaction.
Severus dragged his eyes painfully away from Harry's exquisite appearance and swallowed hard. So much for subtlety.
"Can we PLEASE get started?" he thundered at Albus. Severus fixed his gaze on Flitwick, who had the misfortune of sitting directly across from him. He was glaring so hard that he didn't even notice the diminutive man squirming under the weight of his stare.
As the meeting droned on, Severus sat forward in his chair, attempting to think of some form of seduction that would go unnoticed by anyone other than Harry. He tucked a strand of inky black hair behind a delicately curved ear and subconsciously licked his lips, sucking the bottom lip between his teeth. He rested his chin on his hand, his eyes loosing focus and glittering with thoughts.
Harry knew that his outfit had its intended mark and had gotten under Severus’ skin. Unfortunately, he noticed with a shiver, apparently it had also affected both Rolanda Hooch and Pomona Sprout who he was going to have to avoid like the plague for the next few days. He was disappointed, however, when Severus had pointedly ignored him since, and Harry wondered to himself about why he had ever agreed to being subtle when he bloody well HATED being subtle.
He stole a glance at Severus and found himself unable to look away. From his seat two chairs down from Filius he watched as Severus’ long, elegant fingers reached up to his hair. Harry’s gaze followed the fingers as they slid along the curve of Severus’ ear, and Harry shuddered wondering what it would feel like to... He quickly snapped himself out of it, determined not to fall prey to the obvious Slytherin wiles of the Potions Master. He was just starting to regain control when all of a sudden Severus’ tongue slid out, moistening the pale lips until they practically glittered, and then he sucked on that pouty lip! Harry could imagine his own teeth worrying the soft flesh and...DAMN! Harry cursed the fact that he was wearing such restrictive clothing, and forced himself to look away from the seductive man in front of him and ponder his next move. That’s it, Severus Snape. You are going to pay.
Harry’s opportunity came in just a minute as Albus offered the staff samples of his latest obsession…popsicles. Harry quickly selected a grape-flavoured one, unwrapped the icy concoction, and proceeded to take a long lick up the side of the treat. He turned to Filius, who was having difficulty opening the wrapper on his own popsicle, and smiled engagingly. “I haven’t had one of these in years. They’re so much better if you take your time and lick it carefully. I find if you suck on them too hard you extract all the delicious flavor inside.”
He turned towards Severus, who he noticed had been eyeing him again. “Have you ever had one of these before, Professor Snape?”
Severus' growl came out sounding more like a groan, and he cursed himself internally.
"No, I haven't had one and really, they don't look at all tempting," Severus said pointedly. He turned away again and refused to acknowledge his body's reaction to seeing Harry slowly slide the frozen treat between his warm lips.
He growled again as he forced his mind away from what Harry's lips and tongue were doing to the Popsicle. Again, it came out as something other than the growl it was intended to be. This time, it sounded painfully more like a purr. He closed his eyes to block the sight, to give him a moment to think. At this rate, the younger wizard would win in no time. He needed to come up with something subtle, something unexpected.
With his eyes closed, and ignoring the chattering of the teachers, Severus began to hum quietly as he often did when researching or brewing. He wasn't concerned with being heard, as most of the staff had heard him hum and/or sing at sometime or another.
Harry smiled contentedly around his treat, as he heard Severus first groan and then...Sweet Merlin! Did he just purr?... Harry again willed down his arousal. At this rate, the older wizard would win in no time.
Harry’s eyes darted around the room looking for something that could distract him when suddenly he realized that Sybil was nattering on about her plan to do a joint class with the Muggle Studies professor on the use of Ouija boards or some such rot. Harry sighed audibly with relief. Looking at Trelawney for too long was enough to make any man lose his... What was that?
Harry listened to the soft sounds of an absolutely melodious, sensual voice, humming quietly. He suddenly realized where the sounds were coming from, and glanced over at the Potions Master. He whimpered at the exquisite sight before him. Severus’ beautiful eyes were closed, his long, black eyelashes prominent against his pale face. Harry watched, transfixed as Severus’ Adam’s apple vibrated slightly as the soft tones reverberated through the Potions Master’s throat. Harry found himself picturing how gorgeous Severus would look, eyes closed as he suckled Harry’s cock into his mouth. Harry’s own eyes slid closed, and his breath came quicker as he imagined that humming around his shaft. Harry whimpered again, sucked in a deep breath, and bit right through the end of his popsicle, cursing as the syrup from the treat dribbled down his chin and onto his hand.
Severus was startled out of his thoughts at a light touch on his arm. He turned to look at Minerva who was gazing at him with concern.
"Severus, is everything all right?" she asked softly.
"Fine," he replied, sitting up in his chair. He glanced at Harry and quickly looked away. He saw the purple juices dribbling down Harry's chin and swallowed the impulse to lick the young man's face clean. He cleared his throat loudly and sneered at Albus, who happened to have Popsicle juices of his own running into his long, white beard.
"Are we through here?" Severus asked crossly. He was becoming desperate to escape Harry's presence. He rolled his eyes as Albus giggled and tried to wipe up the mess before answering. He picked up his cup of tea and blew lightly on it, swirling the steam around in a vague attempt to cool the hot substance.
Harry quickly spelled his hand and mouth clean and banished the remains of his popsicle. Harry glanced up at the Potions Master again just as Severus had finished asking the Headmaster his question, and bit into his lower lip hard to contain the whimper that fought to escape his mouth.
He watched as Severus’ lips drew together so he could direct his breath on his coffee cup. In Harry’s already overly aroused state though, all he could picture was soft, hot puffs of air being blown over his nipples, and neck, and earlobes, and… “Yes, Albus, are we through? I believe all of us have other things we should be doing.”
Gratefully, the meeting indeed ended in several minutes. Harry concentrated for a few moments on some rather horrifying pairings, willing away his erection, before he attempted to rise from his seat. He then managed to quietly slip up behind Severus while most of the staff was distracted by Albus showing off the new perch he had purchased for Fawkes. He lightly touched Severus on the sleeve, and whispered, “Meet me in my classroom. It’s the closest.” Without another word, he strode off as quickly as he could, his pants now unbearably tight AGAIN as the nearness of Severus nearly brought him to his knees.
Severus shuddered at the feel of Harry's warm, moist breath tickled his ear. He suppressed a groan as Harry swept from the room. He was never more grateful for the long, loose robes as he was now. Having Harry's toned body so close to his was sweet torture and he couldn't get the image of Harry's tightly clad arse out of his mind.
He took several deep breaths before following Harry to his classroom. He forced himself not to think about what they could be doing in that room and willed his libido into submission before knocking softly on the door.
Harry had been pacing back and forth by the door of his classroom, waiting for Severus to arrive. The second he heard the light knock, he threw open the door and grabbed a handful of Severus’ robe. He pulled the Potions Master into the room and slammed the door shut, the automatic locking and silencing wards he had set on the entrance going up as soon as the door closed.
Harry pushed Severus up against the wall, and stepped forward so that his leg was insinuated between Severus’ slightly parted ones. The hand that wasn’t holding Severus’ robes in a death grip snaked behind the man’s head and held it steady as Harry’s lips crushed down over Severus’. Severus’ mouth had opened slightly in surprise at Harry’s bold actions, and Harry eagerly took advantage of the parted lips, thrusting his tongue inside the yielding cavern. As soon as Harry felt Severus responding however, he suddenly remembered the bet.
He forcefully ripped himself out of Severus’ arms, and perched on one of the student desks. Panting harshly, he managed to stammer out. “Forget it, I’m not giving up yet. Not this easily.” Harry ran both hands through his hair and blew out a steadying breath. He fixed a glare on Severus. “But that was truly an unfair spectacle you put on today. Honestly, I thought we were supposed to be subtle at first. Could you have been any more obvious?”
Severus took several deep gulps of air while he attempted to steady his nerves. The speed in which Harry latched onto him and then backed away, left him slightly disoriented and more than a little wanton. He shook his head as Harry's words drifted through a layer of lust.
"My ‘spectacle’? I didn't DO anything! And YOU! You were far from subtle, walking in wearing... THAT!" Severus said, gesturing at Harry's unusual, but attractive choice of attire.
“ME! Oh please!” Harry ticked off the list of Severus’ attempts at seduction on his fingertips. “Tucking your hair behind your ear, showing off both those gorgeous long fingers of yours, and practically begging me to suckle on your earlobe, and THEN you had the nerve to not only LICK your lips but to NIBBLE at them! And then that VOICE. You make these absolutely delectable little sounds, then you have the nerve to hum! In t-that voice of yours that makes every female teacher, and quite a few of the male ones, I might add, simply SNAP to attention. That was just sinful! That was NOT subtle.”
Harry looked down at his outfit pointedly, and then rolled his eyes dramatically. “THIS is subtle. I was not openly making overtures towards YOU. I made it quite plain that I had been out with Hagrid on Siri’s motorcycle, and this is what one wears when one is riding a motorcycle.” An evil smirk spread across Harry’s lips, as his irritation receded at being able to express his frustration. Feeling once again in control of himself, he couldn’t resist baiting the Potions Master. “I should take you for a ride sometime. It’s really amazing feeling that power between your thighs, and the vibrations are simply sinful...”
Severus' heart skipped a few beats at Harry's description, though he gave no outward appearance of his increased lust.
"As fascinating as that sounds, I prefer to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground... most of the time," he said with a suggestive leer. "As for my behavior, I was not trying to be seductive. I was merely thinking, but now that I know how my body language and voice affect you..."
Severus' voice dropped to a sensual whisper. He gave a smirk before slowly swiping his tongue across his thin lips, then sucked his lower lip in to worry it with his teeth, giving a pouty look and watching Harry's eyes closely.
“All right, you wicked little tease.” Harry smirked at Severus, his eyes flashing with lust and determination. “That’s it. Subtle-time is over, as of now. We’ve got two weeks until the students return, and I certainly don’t plan to hide my attraction to you from the other staff members, so from now on this game is out in the open. Agreed?”
"Agreed!" Severus put out his hand and when Harry grasped it to shake hands and seal the deal, Severus pulled him forward, off the desk and into his arms. Harry's mouth opened in shock and Severus took advantage. He pressed his lips to Harry's and drove his tongue in, swirling it around Harry's and moaning with pleasure. When the need to breathe outweighed the passion, he forcefully pushed Harry back against the desk.
“Goodnight, Harry," Severus said softly, licking his lips subconsciously, his voice again low and sensual. He snickered at Harry's lusty look and kiss-swollen lips as he swept out of the room.
“Um...G’night!” Harry groaned as he fought to regain his composure, and then laid back on the desk. He sighed miserably, cursing himself for suggesting the damned monitoring charms, and musing on the fact that at least he would be terribly clean from all the cold showers.
After a few minutes, Harry forced himself up, and with renewed determination declared his intentions to the empty classroom. “You haven’t seen anything yet, Severus Snape. Just wait until tomorrow.”