Title: Unfinished Kissing
By: Bridget McKennitt
Summary: One good kiss deserves another. Or something like it anyway.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and company are owned by J.K. Rowling and other companies.
They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No
challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Author's Notes: This is a Harry/Severus story. If the pairing doesn't float your boat,
please move along. Thank you.
Why did he run? Better question since he knew why he ran, why did he kiss Snape? Doing so was like going directly up to Voldemort, bending over, and asking him to bugger him senseless. Harry shuddered at the thought. Horrible image.
But the point was clear, he should *not* have kissed Snape. His fingers ran across his lips and Harry dreamily smiled. No matter what happened, at least it was a good kiss.
Straightening his robes, Harry decided to go on and look for a boggart. He still needed it for his class and being that he already had his lesson plan created, he did not want to start anew.
He stuck his head through a doorway and heard rumbling coming from one of the closets. Unless it was a student trapped by someone's cruel joke, Harry had just found his boggart.
A knock on the door made Harry look up from his papers, and he took a double glance at who it was. "Um, good evening, Professor. How can I help you?"
"Potter, may I come in?"
"Sure, I guess." He watched as Snape entered his office and closed the door behind him. "I found that boggart."
"As I'm sure you would."
Snape just standing there unnerved Harry and he blurted out, "Not to be rude, Professor, but what exactly are you doing here? I mean, you wouldn't really call us friends so it couldn't be a social call..."
"Oh?" He raised his eyebrow. "And here I thought you couldn't do Legilimency. You do remember the *private* lessons I gave you, right?"
Oh. Shit. Was Snape doing what Harry thought he was doing? No, no. Snape was *not* hitting on him. Harry secretly blamed his reactions on the alcohol he drank earlier, conveniently forgetting that the strongest thing he drank was butterbeer, and not being a house elf, it could not get him drunk.
"I remember. You quit my lessons soon after I started." Again, Harry forgot that in his sixth year, Snape started the lessons right back up. "Wait a minute. I don't think you came here to talk about the old times. So why are you really here?"
"Very astute, Potter. Perhaps I should award points to Gryffindor for your brilliant deduction?" Snape sighed. "Forgive me. There are times when you open your mouth and all I can do is insult you. The reason why I am here is because of...what happened earlier today. I believe we had some unfinished business left."
Harry glanced away. "I found the boggart," he said weakly.
"Yes, as you have already mentioned. Potter, are you afraid of me?"
"No..."
"I'm not surprised if you are. You're only a few years older than the students and I can affect them easily." Snape walked towards Harry's desk and sat on the wooden surface. "Why did you kiss me?"
"Oh, that. Erm, it seemed like a good idea at the time."
"And like a good Gryffindor, you always act before you think." Harry wasn't sure if he was just insulted or not. Snape continued. "Perhaps the world could benefit from the Gryffindor way of thinking."
Then Snape did something that Harry never thought he would do. He leaned over the desk and kissed him. The kiss was at first gentle and undemanding. Almost sweet. Snape reached behind Harry's neck and pulled him closer, turning the kiss hard and hot.
Harry melted under Snape's kisses, and when Snape pulled away, Harry had to remind himself to breathe.
Snape stood and nodded curtly to Harry. "Our business is finished. I shall see you in the Great Hall at meal time." With that, he left Harry's office.
The Boy Who Lived was stunned to say the least. What was that all about? He rubbed his eyes and briefly thought he had dreamt the entire episode. But no, he could still feel the pressure of Snape's kiss and when his tongue ran over his lips, he could taste the Potions Master.
Well, he was not going to let this, whatever, just go away. If Snape thought they were through with their business, he had another kis--er, thing coming to him. And damn was Severus a good kisser.
