You've Got Mail ➶drarry [COMPLETE]

Chapter 7

Harry stared in bewilderment. Snape had been the one sending the notes. It hadn't been Draco after all.

"B-but why?" Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts. Draco remained frozen, feeling even more confused than Harry.

"Oh come on, Potter!" The professor snapped. "I had feelings for your father, so it's only natural—it's—wait," Snape stopped short with a chuckle. "You don't need to know about that. The truth is that I did write the little letters, yes. Though I must say, I never expected something quite like this."

He paused for a moment. His eyes narrowed, and he pressed a slim finger to his lips.

"I realize that this is highly inappropriate of me," Snape pronounced each word with a deliberate slowness, choosing his wording carefully. "But now that I think of it, I would love to explore the possibility of... watching you two." He stopped briefly to watch as Harry and Draco took in his proposal.

"You mean," Draco began, blushing. "You want to watch us, you know... doing it?!" He looked to Harry for his reaction. He was still processing the previous confession; his face was beet red, and he appeared much more scandalized than Draco. 

"But I thought you hated my father!" Harry choked out, his eyes locked on Snape. "What do you mean, you had feelings for him?"

Snape sighed.

"Your father and I had a bit of a romance, some would say," He moved his finger slowly across his mouth, which had morphed into a slight frown. "It was short-lived and rather private, and then he met Lily."

"So, I couldn't help but wonder if you would be the same way... experimental, that is. Or merely curious, perhaps. I told myself I wouldn't let things go on any longer, and that's what I meant to share with you just now. But instead," Snape raised an eyebrow, "I happen to walk in on this."

Harry lowered his eyes, feeling his face burn. Draco was shaking his head in disbelief.

"I really thought it was the potion, until I checked over your mistaken ingredient list," Snape snickered. "By the way, Potter, don't worry. It's no secret that you have daddy issues."

"I do not," Harry muttered hotly. He was still struggling to register the professor's previous request. "I don't know what you're talking about! Anyway, Draco and I... well, it isn't what it looks like!"

Harry felt Draco stir beside him. Had he said something wrong? Snape chuckled knowingly.

"I mean, yes, well, I guess it is... what it looks like," Harry backtracked. "I just mean that we haven't, ehm, done anything yet." He kept his eyes low, feeling more humiliated by the second. All of a sudden, he felt a firm grip on his forearm.

"But when we do," Draco interrupted, breaking his bout of silence. His voice became more confident as he continued, "when we do, I'll be the one to decide if Harry has daddy issues."

Harry looked over at him, his mouth dropping wide open. He felt the pressure of Draco's hand gripping his arm. His nails dug into his skin as his eyes glinted mischievously. The corners of his mouth were turned upward in his classic smirk, and he was looking at Snape with a satisfied glare.

"Well then," Snape's eyes narrowed once more. He seemed to ponder something for a moment, and then spoke, "In that case, I'll be looking forward to hearing back." He nodded his head briefly before backing out of way, disappearing among the vast shelves.

Harry gulped and shook his arm loose of Draco's grasp.

"I-I can't believe—" Harry began. He looked over to see Draco staring at him with a strange expression.

"What?" Harry sputtered. Draco edged closer, causing Harry to back against the shelf. Draco inhaled softly, bringing his mouth to the brunette boy's ear.

"It's just, I want you to understand that there are many things I want to do to you," Draco breathed. "And some of them might include an audience... maybe even a rope." His tone was deep and rich, sending shivers down Harry's spine. He wiggled his hand under Harry's shirt, playing with his nipple, while he began grinding his hips against Harry.

"O-okay, ah!" Harry whined. Draco shoved him onto the ground with sudden force, pinning him to the floor. His hand moved painfully slowly, creeping downward towards Harry's growing bulge. His fingertips had just brushed the top of his trousers, when without warning, Draco removed his hand and sat up.

He stood quickly, rolling back his shoulders and grabbing his schoolbag, which he had dropped to the floor some time ago. He looked down at Harry, his eyes adventurous.

"More of that later, Potter," he winked as he backed away, smoothing out his untamed blonde hair.

Draco had left Harry laying there: aroused, bewildered, and completely helpless on the library floor.

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