The Tale of Two Enemies

Chapter 14

Snape sat down on his bed.

Well Dumbledore was no help what so ever. He seemed to find the situation more amusing than daunting.

Maybe he was simply overreacting?

Snape sighed as he allowed his body to fall against his mattress.

His eyes darted over to the wooden clock on the wall, its large hands signalling to him that it was almost midnight.

Damn it.

He was never going to get to sleep now.

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"Mr Potter." Snape snarled as he strode towards Harry at breakfast.

Harry's eyes instantly glanced up at Ron's, then darted for Hermione's. The sound of Snape's voice never failed to put him on edge. He searched the eyes of his friends, as though hoping the voice was just the product of his imagination. However, the nervous expression etched in their faces told him there had certainly been no mistake.

"When I'm talking to you Mr Potter, I expect you to turn and face me." Snape spat as he stood a meter away from Harry.

The younger wizard complied as he felt the suddenly captivated gaze of everyone upon him.

His green eyes suddenly locked with the Professor's.

"For one reason or another you did not complete your detention last night, so you must know what this means." Snape raised an eyebrow expectantly as the words fell from his lips. He didn't bother to mask the delight as it swirled around in his eyes.

Harry parted his lips but was suddenly afraid to speak, he didn't after all want to give the man any ideas of punishment. He might as well grab a stake and put it through his own heart.

"It means you will be serving detention tonight."

"But quidditch practice," Harry gasped, the pleading in his voice radiated through his desperate green eyes.

"Silence." Snape stated coldly as he struggled to tear his dark eyes away from the boy's green ones.

"You will come to the Dungeons at 8pm. We will be brewing that 'revolting' potion that I know you were so keen on."

Harry sank back on his bench.

There was no denying that the man knew how to humiliate him. He knew he should be dreading the detention with every fibre of his being and yet, the thought of spending another evening with Snape made his heart throb. Though he never wanted to admit that his heart wasn't the only organ throbbing as Harry instinctively pressed his thighs together.

No.

Not here.

Not now.

"Shame Potter. Another evening in detention." Malfoy's shrill and all too painfully familiar laughter resounded behind him.

"Silence Malfoy!" Harry had thought these exact words and yet he was surprised to find that it wasn't his lips who had spoken them.

Snape had turned around on his heel.

"Unless you care to join Potter in detention." Snape threatened, his eyebrow returning to its expectant position.

"No." Draco scowled, though he seemed somewhat taken aback by Snape's less than favourable attitude towards him.

Harry's eyes narrowed on Snape, he seemed equally confused as Malfoy as he tried to read the Professor's expression.

Snape's eyes darted to Harry, as an intense hunger suddenly surmounted him like a tsunami. Those green eyes looked so confused, so vulnerable. Snape wanted nothing more in that moment than to sink his teeth into Harry's young, supple flesh.

He knew only one thing would quench his appetite as he resisted the urge to run his tongue along his bottom lips.

Why was he salivating?

He felt as though he was no longer in control of his body as his left eye offered the boy a wink.

What was he doing?

Snape suddenly clenched his teeth as though disgusted in himself before once more turning on his heel.

Harry was sure his eyes had widened more than they ever had in his entire life.

Did Snape just wink at him?

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He was now more confused than ever, he was starting to wonder if he hadn't just entirely imagined Snape winking at him. Surely he had been mistaken.

"Mr Potter." Snape announced to no one as Harry strode into the potion's classroom. His eyes searched the room before quickly falling upon the largest cauldron his eyes had ever beheld.

"Professor."

"Bring me that basket." Snape stated, pointing his long, slender finger at a large basket filled with dusty jars, some of which Harry recognised from last night.

So Snape wasn't kidding around when he said they would be making that awful potion full of expired left overs.

A silence fell between the two wizards as Harry hauled the basket onto the bench next to the enormous cauldron.

He watched as a stream of water poured from the tip of Snape's wand into the base of the cauldron.

"I'm sorry I ran away last night." Harry spat out at an alarmingly fast rate, as though he thought that if he said it fast enough, Snape may not understand him.

Snape opened his lips but it seemed that for once he didn't have anything to say.

Had the great Harry Potter just apologised to him?

"It's quite alright." Snape stated, an edge of doubtfulness lingered in his voice. It's not as though he didn't know why Harry had fled.

"Pass me that jar of rats tails."

It took all of Harry's strength not to dry wrench at the sight of what looked like a bundle of white coiled up worms. Had the rat tails been in there so long they were now white? Or had they just come from white rats?

He didn't want to know.

He grasped the jar before passing it to Snape, praying the man wouldn't make him open it as well.

The professor curled his fingers around the jar, encapsulating Harry's own fingers as he did so.

It was Harry's first instinct to flinch and pull away, only his body didn't seem to be obeying him.

Why was he hesitating?

Damn it.

A tingling sensation tore through him, from the tips of his fingers to his abdomen.

Harry felt as though his groin were on fire as he pressed his thighs together, a sudden desperation surged through his body. He needed to touch himself, he needed to feel the strong waves of orgasm ripple through his body.

"What's wrong Mr Potter?" Snape eyed the boy, apparently wondering why Harry still hadn't let go of the jar.

"N-nothing." Harry heaved as his breathing suddenly became labored.

"I have to go." He added as he slid his fingers out from under Snape's before turning for the door.

"Mr Potter!"