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Such a Thin Line	By : Annabella Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 14033 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Authors Notes: hello all! Well, what can I say the damn bunny just wouldn't leave me alone! So here is my response to my own challenge. There are two others that are already posted on FanFiction.net. Due to that fact I can't post them here with mine, something about there can be only one copy of the story uploaded at one time. Oh well, guess I'll just have to put a link to them or something.

In the Closet by Hippy Flower (Voldie's Kid http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=819949

Musica by Lucky

http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=820519
For all of you that have no idea about the challenge, here are the details:

I'm throwing a challenge out to any and all writers that care to take up the challenge of writing the fic. However, there are some guidelines and mandatory requirements.

It must be a one shot fic"�no chapters. The first word must be "�hate' and the last word must be "�love'. This will be an extension of my fic I Do"� so it must tell of what really happened in the closet. Tell of their past"�specify the end of Harry's seventh year. Other then the above fours items, you are free to do whatever you want.

If you choose the take the challenge, please send the finished product to me at prinepaw@madbbs.com

I will post them under The SS/HP closet challenge 2002 (so that way they all will be in one convenient location)

Now, I'm throwing this challenge out on May 26, 2002, so the deadline for all fics will be July 31, 2002. That's over 2 whole months for all of you wonderfully creative people to spit something out.
Okay, down to business.
Rating: NC-17, of course. This is slash between two men, if you don't like that sort of thing them click the back button right now.
Summary: Hermione and Remus Lupin throw Harry and Severus in a closet"�to work out their differences. Will there be blood shed or will true love prevail?
Random thoughts: The idea for the ward on the door is borrowed from a fic I read months ago between Hermione and Severus. I don't remember the title or the author's name. So if anyone can help me by providing both I can give credit where credit is due. Thanks.

Let me know what you think by reviewing please.

Such a Thin Line

By Annabella

Hate: n. 1. A strong feeling of dislike or ill will 2. A per or thing hated.

Yes hate is definitely what I feel for Hermione right now. Why she had to put me into this situation was beyond me. I just know that she would pay when I got out of this closet and to think it all started when I opened the door at the end of the hallway. At first I was greeted with a gorgeous view of the outside gardens. Flowers and plants of all kinds both muggle and magical flowed out to my right and left, and as far ahead as the eye could see. She was always good at glamour and for that matter so was Remus.
"Funny I don't remember a garden like this one," I said to myself. In the four days that I've been roaming around this hall to help with the decoration I've never seen it. That should have been my first clue"�but no I went on. For when the door closed behind me everything went black. I heard the faint sound of mental clicking"�a lock sliding home. I'm locked in here. "What the"�" the confusion obvious in my voice. I quickly pulled my wand from the inside of my tux jacket. A velvet voice to my left spoke, "Lumos." I pointed my wand in the direction of who ever was trapped in here with me; A very nasty hex on the tip of my tongue.
From the faint wand light of my companion's wand I realized whom the voice belonged to. "You!" I shouted, leveling my wand with Severus Snape's throat.
"Ah, thank you for pointing out the obvious, Mr. Potter," the sarcasm dripping from each word. "And what a pleasure to realize that I wasn't the only one tricked into this"�broom closet. The newly wedded Mrs. Lupin, I presume?"
"Shit," I lowered my wand, "she really wasn't joking." I sank into an upturned crate; my wand dropping to the floor as my hand covered my face.
"What ever do you mean?" Severus' eyes narrowed.
I looked up but quickly lowered my head back into my hands again. "Itoldheraboutus," I mumbled into my hands.
"You did what, Mr. Potter?" I looked up again to see him straightening his stance, trying to use his height to intimidate me. Unfortunately that doesn't work on me"�anymore, I'm only a couple inches shorter now.
Taking a deep breath I repeated what I said but this time slowly, "I told her about us"�or well, the lack of us that is."
Severus eyes widened and his face paled. He was now the one who sank down on a crate"�directly in front of mine. "I'm sorry," I heard myself say, surprised that I could even speak.
"Sorry doesn't even began to cover it. Being trapped in a broom closet with you of all people wasn't on my "�to do list' tonight," Oh, what I would do to be on his "�to do list'. Stop that! You don't like him, in fact you hate him and he hates you.
I chuckled to myself, "It could be worst. You could be in here with Sirius." If it was at all possible he paled even more.
"That's it. I'm not going to sit here and take anymore of this abuse!" He bolted from his makeshift seat, heading straight for the door. I watched as he grabbed to door handle and jumped back as if it had burned him. "Are you alright?" I ask without thinking.
"Just peachy. It seems that the door is warded." He took his wand out and did a series of spells. The doorframe glowed red than a blinding white before fading. "Lovely, just lovely," he mumbled to himself.
"Oh god, I hope that's not what I think it is?" Red than a blinding white only meant one kind of ward. "Oh gods, payback really is a bitch," again I spoke without thinking. I really must stop doing that!

"It is actually what you think it is Mr. Potter," he whirled around to face me. His eyes narrowed, he spoke in almost a whisper, "and what actually do you mean "�payback really is a bitch'?"

Yes she was definitely going to pay! But than again I did do the same thing to her two years ago"�well, almost the same thing. Such a great idea at the time"�lock her and Remus in a room together until they professed their love for each other. Look at where it got them, married and happy. Did she think that the same thing would work here? This was definitely a useless cause. There was no way I'm going to have sex with Severus Snape, in a broom closet just to get out of here! I'll die first.

"Well?" He asked impatiently.
"Two years ago I locked Hermione and Remus in a room together. I warded the door to only let them out after they professed that they truly loved each other. I guess this is her way of paying me back." An amused look flashed across his face. Oh god, he's still so sexy! Stop that! You hate him, remember the end of seventh year?

***Flashback***
My footsteps were quick and silent as I made my way down the endless staircases of Hogwarts. I was under my invisibility cloak. This being my last day here I wasn't going to get caught roaming the halls, even if they couldn't do anything to me anymore. I'm no longer a student. I passed all my N.E.W.T.'s. I only had one more test to complete before I felt ready to leave"�Severus Snape"�by far the hardest one of all.

Sometime during the summer between my sixth and seventh year he had been discovered as a spy. Rumor had it that he returned to Hogwarts near death. I believe that I started to fall in love with him that night of the sorting feast. He sat at the same place at he head table that he always had. His presence was nothing new. I usually never gave him a second look. But that night I did. He looked"�well for lack of a better term"�he looked like hell. His hair was longer, falling into his face. I think it was an unsuccessful attempt to hide his face. He had dark circles under his eyes. His skin was more swallow, cheekbones more predominate. It was obvious that he hadn't spelt or ate properly in a while. What actually did Voldemort do to him? I felt my stomach turn with rage.
Him being uncovered as a spy was perhaps a good thing"�in the long run. He no longer had a reason to favor the Slytherins"�especially Draco Malfoy. But Malfoy is a whole different story. The potion lessons improved dramatically. Neville Longbottom even started to do well in the class.
A good week into the term Voldemort had noticeable became stronger, more powerful. He was going to act soon, and I had to be ready. At Dumbledore's orders Snape started tutoring my in the dark arts. In a way he had finally got the Defense Against Dark Art position that he has always wanted. For the rest of the year I spent three nights a week, three hours a night with him. In all that time you would think that I would have gotten to know him"�well I didn't. Last week I confronted Voldemort and killed him. This time for good, there was no coming back for him this time. Severus and I had fought side by side. I knew I loved him that was for sure. It was only in this final battle that I saw the real Severus Snape. During that battle I saw into his eyes, his mind, his heart and his soul. I felt his lips on mine, his warm hands on my skin, and his body pressed to mine for the first and last time.
When we were discovered a short time later by Dumbledore, Lupin, and Sirius he acted as if everything that had happened between us in the past hours never happened. The fact that he cried out my name in climax or that he said "�I love you' in afterglow never happened. The bastard!
That night, my last night there, I was going to found out his true feelings. Even if they weren't the ones I wanted to hear. Without remembering my journey I found myself standing in front of his door. I hesitated slightly before finally knocking"�no answer. I had to knock three more times before the door open. Before he could say a word I pushed my way into his room. He closed the door behind me.
"Why?" I asked him, whirling around to face him.
"Why, what? Mr. Potter," he responded with a smug look of indifference.
"You damn well know what, Severus! Why are you acting like this? Calling my "�Mr. Potter' when I know you know my name. I've heard you say it, hell I've heard you scream it before." I stepped closer to him, forcing him up against the door. His face gave away nothing. He wasn't a good spy for nothing. I continued, "I thought that we shared something. I love you and you said you love me. Were those words for nothing?"
Not changing his facial expression once he responded, "Those "�words' as you so kindly call them, served a purpose at the time. I told you what you wanted to hear. Maybe in another time and place they could have been true but not here and now. You don't need a bitter, old man. You could have anyone, go see the world, find some one who can love you. Good night, Mr. Potter." With those words he stalked off to his classroom and disappeared from my sight, leaving my heart broken.
***End Flashback***
His word of two years ago replayed themselves in my head. At the time they were spoken I was young"�naïve even, but now that I'm older, if not wiser, I truly understand what he was telling me. He really did love me, but didn't think he was good enough for me. Imagine that, Severus Snape thinking he wasn't good enough for Harry Potter! "How stupid of me!"
"Couldn't have said it better myself."
Oh I didn't realize I said that last part out loud. "Yes, I was stupid. Stupid for believing you. You told me that you said what I to hear. You're right I did want to hear them. You said that maybe in another time and place what you said could have been true but not the here and now. You said that I don't need a bitter, old man. That I could have anyone, go see the world, find some one who can love you.' Well, I have seen the world"�didn't like it all that much and as for finding someone"�I haven't and won't. My heart belongs to someone already"�has for a long time now. It belongs to you." What happened to "�I'll die first'?

I stepped closer to him; he backed up against the door. "I love you, you git. I let you go once before and like hell I'm going to again." I leaned in and kissed him full on the lips. At first he didn't respond. I bite his lower lip, trailing my tongue across the abused flesh. He moaned and finally gave in. Our tongue battled for what felt like an eternity. I sucked his tongue into my mouth"�he gave a moan that went straight to my groin. My hands came up to his collar. He was wearing a muggle suit"�a designer suit. It was tailored to fit his curves and flat plains perfectly. I struggled with the buttons before his hands stopped mine. Confusion clouded my eyes.
"If we're going to go this, than let's do it properly," he raised his wand and transfigured a pile a tack sheets into a makeshift bed"�complete with silk sheets and comfy looking pillows.
"Yes, lets do." I continued my battle with the buttons of his shirt. My efforts were rewarded with the sight of his bare chest, light dusted with black hair. My mouth had to taste him. Starting at his jaw line I placed feather like kisses down his neck. Stopping at he collarbone I bite him lightly, he yelped in surprise. Who would have thought that he was so vocal? Sucking the flesh there I tasted the faint copper tint of blood. Satisfied that he was sufficiently marked I turned my attention downward to his right nipple. Flicking my tongue over the dark peak I felt it harden. I took it into my mouth. I sucked hard, he whimpered. My hand reached up to his other nipple and squeezed and twisted"� another whimper. When the flesh in my mouth was red and swollen, I switched my attention to the other one, repeating the process.
Severus' legs could no longer hold him. He ended up on his back, shirt half pulled out of his pants; mouth half open, and eye lids heavy with desire. Just the way I've pictured him in my dreams every night for the last two years.
I renew my attack on him, lowering my lips to his. Sharing a deep passionate kiss. My tongue plunging into his mouth, swirling around to map out every surface. I was relentless. Only due to the urgent need for air did I release him. We were both panting heavily. His eyes glazed over with desire. I glance down his body; I'm in awe. "So beautiful," I whisper into his ear. My tongue flicks out to taste the delicate curve of its shell. I must have hit a nerve, a spot, for he bucked up under me. I did it again, and again he bucked, his erection pressing into my thigh. I need him, to feel him"�all of him"�naked against me.
My hands attached themselves to the button and zipper of his pants. I quickly undo them and pull his pants to his knees. I can see his bulge though the thin layer of his black silk boxers. Oh how I love silk. I rub him. He moans loudly. I do it again, yet another moan"�he writhes under my touch. "You like that, don't you?" I ask as my mouth again descends down his chest"�never breaking eye contact.
"Gods, yes..." I bit his nipple, "yes..." my tongue swirls around in his navel, "oh gods yes, Harry!" He's begging me now and I love it. I smile up at him. Coming to the top of his boxers I slip my hand inside, gasping him. He's hard, very hard. Running my thumb over his tip I spread the precum over him. He moans and bunks again, trying to fuck my hand. I withdrawal from him, he yelps in protest over the lost contact.
I bring my slick fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. He tastes so good. I need more. Grabbing the top of his boxers I yank them down violently. His erection springs free. I shift my body down so that I'm positioned between his legs. I lower my head and softly plant kisses on the inside of his thigh. Moving up and down along it, being careful not to touch his cock. By the sounds he's making and the death grip he has on my hair I can tell that he is getting inpatient.
I look up at him, his eyes are closed and his head is thrown back. His breath is labored. He realizes that I have stilled my actions. With a smile I take his tip into my mouth and suck gently. He cries out. "Tell me, do you want me to suck you until you come?"
"Yes," he barely chocks out.
"I didn't hear you!" Yes I know that I'm teasing him and it's probably not fair, but I don't care I want to hear him beg. To beg me to suck his cock, to shag him hard and fast or slow and gentle, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm with him"�the man that I have loved and lusted over for the past two years. I need to hear the words"�his voice.
"Yes, damnit. I. Want. You. To. Suck. Me. Until. I. Come." The words spilled out of his mouth between shaky breaths.
"Good." I relax my throat and take all of him in. Tongue swirling around him I suck as hard as I can. His hips buck continuously as he tries to fuck my mouth. Placing my hand around his balls I push my thumb between them massaging his prostate. Between my tongue, my sucking, and the massaging he's over whelmed. Bucking one final time, he spills himself deep into my throat. I swallow as much as I can before I release him. Pulling myself up I kiss him. He can taste himself as my tongue plunges in, warring with his.
His hands grab for my shirt. I just now realize that I'm still fully clothed in my tux. A smile creeps across my lips as the idea of a little striptease forms in my head. I brush his hands away and stand. He props himself up on his elbows and raises an eyebrow in question. There are no words that I have to say as I very slowly pull the end of my tie, undoing the bow that took me forever this morning to do just right. I pull it out from under the collar of my dress shirt, hold it out in front of me, and let it drop, right on top of his half-erect prick. My, he recuperated fast for someone who's forty something years old. Impressive! I next turn around and take off my jacket"�very slowly. First one shoulder off then the other one. Straightening my arms I let it fall to the ground. One by one I pull the buttons of my shirt from their homes. I treat the shirt the same way as the jacket, just this time facing him. He hasn't taken his eyes off me once. His mouth is half-opened to try to hide his labored breathing. Slowly I undo the button to my pants and pull down the zipper. I wiggle my hips a little"�as if I was having trouble removing myself from them. This must have driven him over the edge, within seconds he's on his knees in front of me grabbing my pants and pulling them down. He attacks my boxer shorts next.
Still standing with my pants and boxer shorts around my ankles Severus takes me into his mouth. He's hungry, relentless in his ministrations. If he keeps this up I won't last long. Already my balls are contracting. "No stop," he pulls back from me, "not like this. I want to come inside you." I reassure him that I'm not rejecting him.
Kicking off my shoes, socks and remaining clothing we lay down again on the makeshift bed of silk sheets. My intense desire for the man next to me wants me to take him"�with little of no preparation at all. I have to use all of my restraint not to do just that as he trails kisses down my chest. I close my eyes and let the sensation of his lips on my over heated skin wash over me. I'm lost in the whirl that is his tongue as he takes me into his mouth again. This time he's not as relentless. Dragging his tongue up and down my shaft, he's preparing me. "Severus, please," I cry out as he lightly sucks the tip. I won't last very much longer. I rotate my hips enough the throw him off balance and onto his back.
"My turn," I inform his before descending to the center of his desire. By passing his dripping cock I take one of his balls in and suck for a moment. Little incoherent sounds slip from his mouth. Moving onward I flick my tongue out to taste his firm ring of muscle. He shivers slightly at he contact. Working my tongue in tight circles I slowly enter him. He gasps at he first sensation as my tongue touching his sensitive flesh. He's so hot and tight. I'm going to burst.
"Harry," he pants, "I need you"�inside"�now." He wiggles, driving my tongue deeper. I withdrawal with one last swirl. Pulling up his stomach and chest I position myself at his entrance. Lips crushing lips I slowly start to enter him. Inch by inch I drive deeper. He wipes his long legs around my hips. He breaks away from the kiss to bury his face in my neck, "move," he gasps in to my flesh. He trusts up sharply, muffling a scream of pain as I fully impale him.
I have to use all of my self-control not to come. His hot flesh surrounds me; I'm in heaven feeling as if I'm touching his very soul. He moves his eyes back to mine. We never break eye contact as I slowly began to move in and out over and over. I pull out as much as I can"�almost all the way"�shift my hips slightly and trust back in. His grip on me tightens. I found and hit the sensitive gland that's embedded in him. Repeating the action again and again I watch his face. He's eyes are closed tight, head thrown back, mouth open, he abandoned breathing through his nose long ago, a faint bead of sweet is forming on his brow. He's mouthing words that sound like they could be my name. I'll never know. All I can hear is the blood rushing in my ear.
Reaching down between us I grasp his weeping shaft, pulling and stroking him. Within minutes I feel his hot juices splash my hand and chest"�my name leaving his lips, loudly. The resulting muscle spasm around me drives me over the edge as well. With one final trust I bury myself deep and come hard. Pulsing over and over I empty myself, before clasping exhausted on his chest.
Moments pass as we both regain our breaths. I roll off of him to lie on my side. His eyes are still closed. God, I hope he didn't fall asleep. We're both a mess, covered in sweat and come. I sit up to retrieve my wand from the pale of clothes. When I turn back around his eyes are wide open. He has what looks like fear in them. Fear of what? That I'm going to leave him? That I'll reject him? Laugh in his face? Lying back down I cup his face with my hands and place a soft kiss on his lips. The fear I saw before is replaced with a look of sated desire. "Don't worry love, I won't leave you," reassuring words. I mumble a quick cleansing spell over us.
"Do you think that the door will open now?" I ask.
"Probably," is his response. He pulls a sheet over us. Where did that come from? Who cares? Resting his head on my shoulder he stretching his long form against mine. Within minutes he's asleep. I soon follow. The fact that we're in a broom closet doesn't seem to matter.
What felt like minutes but could have been in fact hours later, someone knocked on the door. Severus stirs first. Realizing that being in a broom closet, naked with Severus Snape, who's also very much naked and some on knocking on the door probably isn't the best thing to happen"�ever. Especially when that some one could be my godfather Sirius black"�definitely not a good thing.
"Who ever that is had better have a damn good excuse," he mummers. I watched him get up and pull a sheet around his waist. Where the hell is he getting them? Cracking the door open slightly he asked, "Yes?"
By the sound of the person's voice I can tell its Hermione. Thank God, Severus is safe from Sirius, for now. "Just wanted to let you know that everyone is leaving. Um, I'm glad that Harry and you have, um worked out your differences. I'll leave you two to "�recompose' yourself." The door closed again.
He turns to face me. "Well, you heard what the lady said, get dress," With that he drops the sheet to floor and bends over to retrieve his boxers and pants. My cock twitches. Like watching him do "�that' is going to help me "�recompose' myself. Time to pull out that self control that I'm famous for.
Ten minutes later we both emerge from the closet, looking worst for wear. Thank the Gods for the open bar. Most of the remaining guests were too inebriated to notice us.
Saying our good-byes and thanks to the happy couple we left together, hand in hand. I have for the first time in my life the greatest gift of all"�love.
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