Track 8

It was three days after that first music lesson that Harry finally worked up the courage to speak to Professor Snape. Thus, Harry found himself standing in front of the door to Snape�s office immediately after dinner, fist raised and poised to knock. It then occurred to him that he had no idea what he was going to say. Obviously, "Hey, Professor, up for another round of tonsil Quidditch?" was out of the question � Snape would cut him up into itty-bitty pieces and use him for potions ingredients. Besides, it wasn�t as though Harry wanted to kiss the git again. What an absurd notion! That was when he realized that there really hadn�t been anything in particular he�d wanted to talk with the Head of Slytherin about � he�d just wanted to talk, period. The thought bothered Harry, and he was just about to run away to Gryffindor Tower with his tail between his legs when the door opened. There stood Snape, in all his snarky glory.

"Were you planning on standing out here all night, or were you going to knock?" he asked, smirking. Harry blushed.

"Um, I just wondered if we could talk, sir," Harry replied quietly, feeling like a total arse.

A strange look flit across Snape�s face, but it was gone before Harry had a chance to guess its meaning. Silently, the man stepped aside, granting the Gryffindor entrance.

Harry stepped into the office and looked around. It looked pretty much the same as it always did, complete with jars of creepy, unidentifiable things that Harry really didn�t want to know anything about. He heard Snape close the door behind him.

"Sit," the older man commanded, and Harry obeyed, taking one of the rather uncomfortable seats in front of Snape�s desk. Snape, however, remained standing. It reminded Harry rather uncomfortably of all the times he�d gotten into trouble, and he squirmed a bit.

A long silence passed. Finally, Severus ran out of patience. "You said you wanted to talk, Potter. Now talk."

Harry swallowed hard, averting his gaze. "Well, sir, it�s about what happened at rehearsal on Saturday�"

�Oh, Merlin, this can�t be good,� Severus thought to himself. "What about it?"

"Well, sir, it�s just that�you, um�"

"Out with it, Potter!"

"You didn�t use tongue!" Harry blurted out before he could stop himself. �Oh, way to go, Potter. You�re a sodding genius, you know that?�

Severus stared at Harry for a moment before shaking his head. "Excuse me?"

Harry swallowed again, cheeks burning in embarrassment. "Um, when you kissed me. You didn�t use tongue. Why?"

Snape�s eyes narrowed. "You came all the way down here to pester me over that?" he snapped.

Harry glared. "You could just answer the question, you know," he shot back.

Snape glared at Harry. "I hope you�re not expecting some poetic nonsense about not wanting to corrupt the innocent, or other such rubbish. If so, then I�m afraid you�ll be sorely disappointed. Besides, need I remind you that you were the one who made it very clear that you wanted it as chaste as possible?"

Harry suddenly got up and stood inches from Snape, still glaring. "And since when do you actually listen to me? And would it kill you to lay off on the sarcasm for once in your life? Greasy sod, what�s your problem?"

Severus saw red. "My problem is you, Mr. Potter, and your complete disregard for authority, not to mention your tendency to ask incredibly stupid questions." A cold smirk formed on his face. "Tell me, Mr. Potter, what is the real reason you came down here tonight? Surely you wouldn�t waste an entire trip down to the dungeons just to ask something so pointless?" Harry�s eyes shifted, and Snape�s smirk grew smug. "So then, why are you down here?" He leaned forward. "Could it be you�re looking for a repeat performance, with a little something extra?" he hissed in the boy�s ear. Harry�s eyes widened and he backed up a few steps. Severus snorted. "Honestly, you Gryffindors are all too predictable. How boring." He opened the door. "Well, if there is nothing else, Mr. Potter�"

Harry�s eyes narrowed. If he didn�t know better, he could have sworn Snape was challenging him to do something. The glint in those dark eyes certainly seemed challenging. And really, who was Harry to back down from a challenge? He was a Gryffindor, after all.

Before Severus could register what was happening, he found himself pressed against the once-again-closed door with Harry Potter�s tongue down his throat and his hands kneading the firm flesh of Harry�s arse. Then, just a suddenly as it began, it was over as Harry pulled away with a smug look on his face.

"Never challenge a Gryffindor by calling him predictable," the wretch advised, then pulled Snape away from the door, opened it, and strode out as though nothing had happened. His professor stared after him, bewildered and wondering at just what point he�d relinquished his control of the situation over to the brat.