I recently rewatched Goblet of Fire and remembered I wanted to write about this scene for ages. I've had a document since like three years now with this title and nothing else in it, because I didn't know where Harry had been. Well now I do.

Thanks going out for Bridget for helping me out and editing this. All remaining mistakes are mine :)

Intrigued

o.O.o

Harry goes out the main door, leaving behind merrily dancing people. Everywhere he goes couples stand around, couples hold hands, couples kiss, couples argue. He has had enough of it, thank you, he just needs some fresh air to get Cho and Diggory out of his mind. Really that's all he needs.

He passes by winding bushes where couples whisper secretly, almost bumps into a boy from Durmstrang kissing a girl, most likely one of the Patil twins, Harry cannot tell, not that he cares. Good for them, but could they please, please do this someplace else?

Suddenly, he hears sounds coming from behind a bush. It's different than the rest, deeper grunts, loud thuds, cloth ripping. He stops and listens. There it is again, a low groan, almost a growl. He wonders who it might be, considers moving around the hedge to take a peek.

Low voices, angry and urging come next. Harsh words then swearing. Harry moves silently. His belly twists. Are they fighting?

A timid voice answers the first, Harry cannot tell what the whispered words are, but he can hear the submission in them. The first, deeper rumble, isn't touched. He answers harshly with something nothing more than a hoarse hiss.

Two men, for sure, but who, Harry wonders. He inches closer to the bush trying to see through the leaves, but it vain.

Mumbles sound up, inaudible.

"I said shut the fuck up," the other man answers and Harry recognizes him at last. Snape.

His pulse quickens immediately. What is Snape doing lurking out here. Who is the other man with him? It sounds like he's threatening him. Since when was Snape so reckless though? There are people here from the Ministry.

Harry moves closer, wanting to hear them clearly, listen to everything Snape says. Is this about the Tournament? Does he know something about who is threatening Harry's life? Harry would also be grateful for even a little hint about the second task.

He finds a little hole to look through, but has to kneel down to the ground to see the two wizards. He peeks through.

The other man is right in front of Snape, he's on his knees, too, just like Harry. Harry cannot tell who it is. Snape's robe is in the way. Is he begging for Snape? Trying to get away from him? What the hell is going on?

Snape moves, jerks away. "Watch your teeth," he growls and grabs the man's head. His robe slides away and Harry almost falls back.

Oh no, Karkaroff's definitely not begging. He could hardly say a word. His mouth is full of Snape's cock.

o.O.o

Karkaroff isn't good for many things, but at least this he does well. It has been a while, and Snape is content with even him for now.

Back, when they were young Igor was someone. Igor meant power. Having him on his knees meant Snape had conquered that power. Now, this is just a reminder of the glorious days, a shadow of what used to be. It doesn't even feel that good, but it's still better than nothing. It still needs to happen. It's what's expected from him.

He grips the hair and thrusts forward, shuddering. It's way too cold out here, not even the Warming Charm is enough to keep the freezing air away. But Igor's mouth is hot enough for now, so Snape pushes in hard, lets the head of his cock bump against the back of the man's throat. He can feel Karkaroff gag, feel his muscles seizing, contracting around him. He thrusts again, pushes forward, relentless. What a fucking delight.

He does not moan, he would not let Igor have that pleasure. He hisses at best, like a god damn displeased cobra, then his hips push forward, and he thrusts in deep.

Igor's grunts, painful but needy. He should be silenced, Snape knows if someone hears them, sees them, his career is over, and that would mean the end of his life too – no job, no reason for Voldemort to keep him alive once he returns, which Snape is sure would happen soon. The burning in his lower left arm makes sure to remind him of that every moment now.

Still he does not silence him. He wants Karkaroff to hear the depraved, desperate sounds he makes.

Hands grab his thigh as Igor swallows, saliva dripping down his goatee. He looks like a mess, not in a good way. Snape almost loses it, he closes his eyes for a second and concentrates on the sensation before he goes soft. The hands on his legs slide up his body and he looks down frowning.

"What is it, Igor?" he asks, soft voice cutting like sharp fangs. "I'm not your gentle lover you can cling to."

He spits on him, but the hands do not fall away. Igor whines, whimpers, Snape looks down on him.

"I just need your mouth, keep the rest of your body parts to yourself." he snarls.

The hands are finally off his body. He smiles down at Igor, the expression carries no warmth, just cruelty. It's a warning, but it's more than enough. He grips into hair even more viciously then pushes in until Igor's nose is in his pubic hair, his balls almost down the man's throat.

Snape looks up at the sky. He hates it. The stars that are watching and the act itself. Yet, he needs to think of the future, needs to keep in mind that he cannot trust anyone. The day might come when his character will be judged once again, and mercy shown in the past might betray him. No one can know, who he really is. Karkaroff like many others knows only the Snape he lets the whole world see. And that Snape loves this.

He needs the relief but wishes he could get it anywhere else. Any other way. Not with this filth, this coward.

He hears a noise, no more then heavy breathing. His is still controlled and calm, and Karkaroff is choking on Snape's cock, so his breathing is a lot heavier than that.

Timid, fast, surprised, coming from the bushes nearby. Snape touches his wand and sends a Biding Spell. He does not allow himself to panic. Obliviation is an easy option still.

He thrusts a couple more times, fucks Igor's mouth as if he's nothing more than a faceless, bodyless hole. It's a heartless thought, but otherwise this would never end. He pushes the man away at the last moment and comes on his own hand. He'd never allowed himself to come on anyone – sperm is more useful in dark magic than blood.

He immediately cleans himself then kicks at Karkaroff. "Fuck off," he barks. Karkaroff backs away slowly at first, then Snape sends red, warning sparks at his feet and he finally stands. He stumbles once then runs off.

Snape turns around, walking towards the bush to finally find out who the idiot spying on him is.

He points his wand at the dark shadow, who's frantically trying to break free.

Round glasses glint in the moonlight. Snape sighs.

"Who the fuck else would it be."

o.O.o

Harry, too, wants to run away, but he finds his legs bound.

"Fuck… fuck-fuck-fuck," he grunts tearing at the vines, but they do not let go. His legs are tied to the ground as roots hold him secure. Snape moves closer, pointing his wand at him. This is it, Harry thinks, the end. Snape would never let him live after this.

"Out for a little stargazing, are we, Potter?" Snape drawls.

The voice makes the blood freeze in Harry's vein. It's pure fury yet Snape does not cast a spell.

"That's unfair," Harry thinks, but he finds the words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself. "I'm not the one in the wrong this time."

His mouth is bigger than his brain, though he knows why the latter part of his body decided to take a vacation. It moved south like migrating birds in the winter.

Snape just raises his eyebrow, the belittling expression on his face tells Harry how much he thinks of what's fair and what's not. He flicks his wand and finally the binding lets go of Harry. He still doesn't get up, just stares at Snape from down there.

This is what Karkaroff saw too. Snape towering over him, full of anger and disdain. Harry is not fooled, he understood the dynamics of what went on. This was no secret meeting between lovers. Snape clearly just marked his territory.

"Stand," Snape orders, voice cutting, deep, cruel.

Harry obeys. The next moment Snape's wand is in his face.

"You can't hurt me," Harry says quickly, convinced he's right, though also perfectly aware that Snape could, in fact, hurt him any way he wants to and make it so that nobody will ever find out.

Snape sighs again, suddenly looking almost tired. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'll obliviate you."

"The fuck you will," Harry growls. "I'm not letting you anywhere near my mind."

Snape chuckles darkly. "I'd like to see you try."

Snape hasn't even finished the sentence when Harry already lurched forward and hit his wand out of his fingers. He himself is more surprised than Snape that that worked.

Wandless Snape just studies him, rubbing his aching wrist. "Attacking a teacher… you could get expelled for that." He comments as he bows down to pick up his wand. Harry does not stop him, nor does he pull out his own.

"I keep your secret, if you keep mine." Harry offers.

He holds out his hand for Snape. The man eyes it, then takes it. Finally, Harry dares to breath.

There's a strange smile on Snape's face as they shake hands and Harry does not understand why, then as they let go, it hits him. He hopes the wetness on Snape's hand was just sweat.

They walk back towards the castle silently. Snape doesn't threaten him, as he expects, he does not offer vivid descriptions of what would happen to Harry would he open his mouth. He just walks, deep in his thoughts. He does not look relaxed at all given what just happened. He looks just as pent up as during the whole scene.

"I guess you haven't seen much of that," Snape says suddenly.

"I've seen plenty of blow jobs," Harry grunts thinking of that one single porn movie he had accidently seen on the telly one night when the Dursley's were away.

Snape snorts. "Men, Potter. I meant men." he clarifies. "I doubt your dear uncle and aunt would have tolerated something this vile and disgusting to taint their beautiful life." He says, tone clearly mocking the Dursley's.

He was, of course, perfectly correct. Aunt Petunia had always been suspicious of any two men who were alone standing relatively close together. She often murmured various insult under her breath, while covering Dudley's eyes.

Harry's eyes on the other hand have never been covered perhaps that is why he didn't look away from Snape either. Or maybe there is another reason for that.

They are almost back in the castle. Snape holds the door open for him and motions for him to go inside.

Harry stops next to him. "It wasn't." He notes with a shrug.

"Wasn't what?' Snape barks.

"Vile and disgusting." says Harry.

There is silence. Snape watches him then huffs surprised. Harry stands the relentless gaze of obsidian eyes heroically.

"Then what adjectives would you use to describe such an act, Potter?" Snape asks slowly.

Harry swallows hard; words are going through his head fast like lighting.

"Satisfying…" he says his voice shaking slightly.

He regards Snape for a moment, looking already for the other word. He finds it, then says more levelly, "Intriguing."

"Mm." Is all Snape says as a response, but his hand moves and gently pulls away Harry's dress robe. He looks at the erection tenting Harry's pants, studies it for a long second, then obsidian eyes are back up on Harry's face.

He says nothing at all just jerks his head for Harry to start walking again. Harry does so, glad that his little stunt hasn't cost him all of Gryffindor's points, or even worse.

Students are milling around which is why Harry almost yelps when he feels a hand on his waist.

"I would never do that to you. But meet me there after midnight and I'll teach you what satisfying really means." Snape says and quickening his steps, he sweeps by, robes billowing as he enters the Great Hall.

Harry stumbles towards the stairs, mostly in a trance. He did not hear that correctly. He couldn't have heard that correctly. That was an offer. An impossible offer.

"Where have you been?" Hermione's accusing words gets to him and he snaps up his head. She's in his face, her red rimmed eyes are full of tears.

Harry doesn't know what to say. With Snape almost slips out of his mouth but luckily, Hermione starts speaking.

"Never mind, off to bed, both of you!" she orders and Harry's more than happy to leave all of this behind him. He swears to himself he won't get out of bed tonight or any other night from now on.

They run up the stairs with Ron. What a scary night.

o.O.o

Severus lurks in the dark like a criminal. Given why he's here, the description fits. He is a criminal. Potter is underage after all. If anyone finds out, he'll be in Azkaban before the sun rises. No questions asked.

Not that he believes for even a moment that Potter will show up. Potter doesn't have the balls. His mouth is big but when it comes to acts, he's a coward. Severus almost didn't come either. It is pointless after all. Potter won't come so why bother. But the little devil on his shoulder keeps whispering to him sinful thoughts. Two words appear over and over, and they do not let Severus rest.

What if… He wants to know, wants to make sure.

He hears footsteps. It cannot be. It's simply impossible. He looks around from his dark spot, listening to the approaching noise. Eyes narrowed he tries to see the movement in the dark, but there's nothing.

It's just a hedgehog, he thinks almost relieved.

"I'm an idiot." says someone close by and Severus all but jumps out of his skin. "I'm an idiot, I'm an idiot, I'm an idiot."

Potter's voice is here, but his body is nowhere to be seen.

That blasted cloak, Severus thinks, eyes looking for any distortion of the scene around him. He knows Potter is close. He can only remain calm because he also knows Potter cannot see him unless he moves out of the shadow or Potter bumps into him.

Given his luck, that might just happen tonight.

"What the hell am I doing here?" Potter keeps questioning himself out loud.

Taking up on an offer, Severus thinks. An offer you never should have listened to.

Potter shrugs off the Invisibility Cloak. He's wearing a coat and jeans but he's still freezing apparently, because the next moment, he wraps his arm around himself. He looks around, checks his watch. Looks around again. Far away, the castle's grand clock chimes midnight.

They are both here, Severus cannot even believe that.

This is ludicrous. He does not show himself. What the bloody hell is Potter doing here? What does he think will happen here? What is he waiting for? He cannot, for the love of god, want for things to happen here.

Severus stares at the boy, watches him now that he knows he cannot be noticed. Potter's anxious. He keeps glancing at his watch, keeps looking around, waiting for something, for footsteps, for a shadow to move in the dark.

Waiting for Severus to come.

Why would you, you idiot? Severus wants to call out from his hideaway. But he remains silent. He won't speak. He won't move.

"Where are you?" Potter whispers after another glance on his clock.

Go away, Severus tells him. Give up, go away. You don't want this.

"Where the bloody hell are you?" Potter says looking around. He shudders, rubbing his arm.

Severus could move, step forward. Potter would be burning in minutes. But he watches the boy and shakes his head silently. He's so young. Too young. Innocent. Severus's not interested, not really. Not yet. The idea sticks though, in the back of his mind. Potter, a young man not a boy, on his knees, on his back anyway, anywhere.

A man, not this boy.

There is a Severus Snape who would do it. Who would step forward and push Potter to the ground. Press a thumb between pink lips and force them open. A Snape who could look into the boy's green eyes and fuck his mouth. Someone who would enjoy it all.

That man is not him though. Not when it comes to Potter. He could never do that to Potter.

Why is he here? Why are they here?

"Fuck you…" Potter grunts, gathering his cloak from the ground. "Fuck you, Snape."

It's better like this. Severus tells himself. The world needs to see that other Snape, that vile man. No one is allowed to know of the other one. He cannot trust anyone. A whispered word, a secret told to the wrong person and his life is over. Nothing is worth that much. Perhaps, not even Potter.

When the bush moves signalling Potter's leave, Severus steps out of the little dark hideout too and walks the other way.

"I knew it, you fucking coward," Potter says behind him.

Severus twirls around. He's glaring at the boy and his audacity. How dare Potter trick him?

"Why the hell did you come here?" Severus hisses instead of the many other insults that comes to mind.

"You told me to come here!" Potter yells.

"Lower your god damn voice," Severus snarls and steps closer. "It was a joke. I was taunting you, can't you see?"

"Then why are you here?" Potter asks unfazed.

Severus just gapes, opens his mouth but no words come out. Is Potter insane? What does he want? Why doesn't he leave, run away?

"Go back to the school."

"You are a coward." The statement sends a wild fury through Severus' body.

"I am not a coward. Out of the two of us, someone has to think reasonably here, Potter, and that's clearly not you. I cannot touch you. I will not touch you. You must understand that."

"Why ask me here then?" Potter asks angry now, too. "Why show up? If it's just a joke, you wouldn't have come."

"I never thought you would be here," Severus admits, voice quiet. "Not for a moment, not really."

"Well," Potter says, gently now. "I'm here. What now?"

"Now?" Severus asks back, watching as Potter moves closer and closer until a hand is on his chest. "Now you go back to the castle. You go to bed and you sleep. You will never mention this again to me or to anyone else. You forget about this."

Potter steps back, folds his arms across his chest.

"Look at yourself," Severus tells him. "You're pouting like a child. Because that's what you are. A child of mere fourteen years."

"How old?" Potter steps up. He grabs Severus's collar and pulls him down. "How old do I have to be?"

Fucking hell, Severus can feel his breath, he can taste it. "I don't fucking know!" He jerks away. "Old enough to drink? To do magic? How about old enough so I won't get imprisoned for wanting you!?" Severus snarls.

Potter leans in his face. "Give me a fucking number!" He hisses in a low, threatening voice.

"Twenty." Severus says the first thing that comes to his mind. "There, happy? It doesn't matter. You'll still be too young. You'll always be too young for me."

"We'll see," Potter says then marches away.

Severus stares after him. This did not just happen.

Before you take my head, i did consider writing this a second chapter. I'm not going to lie, i am still considering it. and i'd be happy to do it if you want me, too. But I kinda think, this is good as it is. I kinda like that whether they meet in the future or not is up for your imagination.

God it was fun writing this dark severus. boi he's hot.