Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixty One

"I love you."

"You what?"

Snape had gone pale, the shadows under his eyes becoming even more apparent. He took several steps backwards as though he would flee, but then stopped. Harry had called him a coward once before. He couldn't bear to hear it again.

Harry's eyes flashed with determination, and though his hands shook, his voice did not waver.

"You heard me." He stated, his gaze unblinking.

Snape closed his eyes for a moment, then ran a slender hand across his face.

"Yes." He murmured. "I heard you. I just... I'd rather that you not."

Harry took a step closer to him.

"You'd rather I not what?" He asked, his tone challenging.

Snape let out a deep breath and resisted the urge to turn and walk away.

"You know what, Harry. Don't play dumb."

"Don't be this way." Harry whispered, taking another step closer. "Just give in. I know you want to."

Snape's eyes drifted shut as Harry ran a finger up his arm. Oh yes, he wanted to give in, so very badly. But he knew that once he gave in, once he started something with Harry, he wouldn't be able to stop.

"We can't." He protested.

Snape's voice cracked slightly at the end of the sentence, and Harry's smirk widened, as though he could sense that his willpower was dwindling.

"Why not?" He whispered. "I already know that you love me. You don't have to say it out loud for me to know."

Snape's head lulled to the side as Harry planted kisses along his jaw.

"There are so many reasons why we can't..." He gasped out, his voice raw.

But for some reason, he wasn't able to get any of those reasons out. His brain seemed to be occupied with fog instead of memories, all of his senses were set alight.

"Forget about the reasons." Harry breathed. "Just for tonight...."

Well, who was he to say no? It seemed impossible to deny Harry anything at this very moment. And Harry, the little brat, seemed to understand every single thought that crossed his mind. Without asking for permission, he began unbuttoning the buttons of Snape's dark robes.

Snape took several deep breaths, desperately trying to control himself. Harry didn't want this. He had said that he wasn't ready-

"Mmm Sev, I want you so bad right now..."

Damn it all, he should've known. Harry was a Gryffindor, after all. He was spontaneous, he didn't like to wait.

His chest heaved with the effort of controlling himself. He couldn't just pounce on Harry. It would be wrong. But Merlin, how he wanted to.

"You... you don't want-"

"I do." Harry argued, his hands impatiently lingering just above Snape's waistband.

"Are... Are you sure?"

"Severus!" Harry practically whined. "Touch me."

"Bedroom." Snape commanded through gritted teeth. "Now."

Harry's eyes darkened immensely, his pupils filling the green space of his eyes. He eagerly pushed against Snape's chest, and they stumbled backwards, dropping various articles of clothing onto the floor as they made their way upstairs.