A Logical Reason


He was climbing up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, determined to jump and end the pantomime that was his life.

The cold wind whipped his hair and robe.

He was starting to climb the parapet when strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

He tried to free himself. "Let me go!"

But the grip didn't slacken. The strong arms turned him around, and he found himself face to face with Snape.

"What are you up to this time, Mr Potter?" The Potions master's voice seemed dangerously low and restrained.

Harry couldn't help the rage from surfacing, couldn't stop the tears that welled up in his eyes. "Let me go, I can't take it any more."


"Give me a reason why I shouldn't do it," Harry challenged him.

"I won't let you."

"That's not a reason." Then he looked at that man he hated so much, the man who wouldn't let him go, and sneered. "You're not being logical now, professor."

"This is not a game, Mr Potter," Snape replied, and there was something in his eyes that made Harry shudder and feel so dizzy that he had to cling to the other man.

"Give me a reason, or let me jump."

Then the world seemed to stop, and Snape's head lowered to his. Thin lips claimed his in a desperate, searing kiss. Surprised, he parted his lips, and an expert tongue invaded him, probing him, burning him. He moaned, and his knees faltered, but Snape held him as if his life depended on it. He shouldn't like this, he wasn't gay... or was he? It was Snape, the greasy git, and it was wrong... But why did it feel so right? And when he heard Snape's sounds of need inside his mouth, his treacherous body reacted immediately, and something inside him longed to give Snape what he wanted. So he wrapped his arms around Snape's waist, and met Snape's tongue with his own. Everything was too much; the wetness, the heat, the hands stroking flesh eagerly, the responses of their bodies rubbing sensually against each other. Harry swayed once more, and Snape tightened his grip.

When Snape broke the kiss and pulled back, gaze searching Harry's face, Harry gasped.

"Yeah," Harry said slowly, panting. "I think you might have a point here." And he pulled Snape's lips to his once again.


The End

Ptyx, December 2004

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