here's another one shot of mine... (my first, though, is a bit more explicit. (understatement if there ever was one...)) again, if I owned harry potter, it would be one giant yaoi feast...

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17-yr-old Snape sat in the darkened Hogwarts library one wintry night in a back corner behind all the shelves and all the tables of the room. This was the corner he came to on days he felt excruciatingly pained, either in the mind or in spirit, on days he was embarrassed, or was simply his usual depressed self. His corner was so well hidden and so dark that the caretaker didn't even know it existed. Perfect for him because no one really cared for Severus, so naturally the corner suited him.

He preferred the library today; the Slytherin Common room was filled with gaggles of girls left over who hadn't gone home over break, the Great Hall was simply too... happy... for his tastes, and the main section of the library was filled with Hufflepuffs for some reason, and it was much too cold outdoors - a storm had been brewing for the past several hours.

As he sat with his books, several from the restricted section, he noticed that it had suddenly gone quiet. Of course the library was always quiet, but now it was just...quiet. The silence that even lacked breathing. Well, it was late, and this had happened before, but now he had the odd tingly sort of feeling that he felt whenever Potter and his friends were about to do something wretched.

He put his books aside and stood, tugging at his simple black button-down shirt, and strode towards the book shelf that concealed him the best. He peered through the books to the next aisle. No one. He went to the edge of the row and looked past the corner. Nothing. He went into the next row, passing through, and went past a table to another row of books and looked through their spines. No one. They had all left. Good. He could only just hear the sound of the librarian standing at the front, ready to leave. He would stay here as he had done several times before.

He looked to his side, feeling like someone was there. And there was.

"Looks like everyone left, Snivellus, probably because they couldn't stand your scent."

Sirius Black leaned against a book shelf like he owned it. He gazed at the startled Severus and broke a coy smile.

"What do you want, Black? Why aren't you with your other bloody Gryffindors?"

"Because, sometimes," he pushed off the shelf, "sometimes they really bore me. At least you provide me with some entertainment every now and then."

Snape scowled. "Excuse me? If you seek.. entertainment...then I may as well challenge you to a duel."

"Hmm. A duel. You know that's perfectly illegal inside the building, or anywhere." Sirius stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets and took a step forward, never breaking eye contact with Severus. He wanted to play with Snape, screw with his head. "Then why are you here, Black?" His stomach tightened. Sirius was certainly...attractive... in his own right. "To taunt me?"

"Perhaps." Sirius came to him and gripped his wrist, boring his eyes into Snape's. They were the same height, though Severus was certainly much more lanky. "To taunt you..." He took Snape's other wrist and pulled him closer.

He tried to move, unsuccessfully; Sirius was much stronger. "Black..."

Sirius pressed his lips to Severus' and bit his lower lip, pushing his tongue through, completely subduing Snape's mouth in an instant.

Severus refused to respond. He couldn't... But...at least it wasn't Potter. That was a plus to this situation. But he hated Black. He hated his taunts and his snide remarks. He didn't care about his popularity; he was never jealous of him. But Black, gay? Or even bi, it didn't quite make sense...

Finally Sirius drew back and let Snape's arms drop. He turned away and only made it a step before Severus lurched him around and punched him in the gut. Luckily the librarian just left the moment before and the lights had dimmed. Sirius grunted and doubled up a moment. It wasn't too hard. He stood the next moment and caught Severus' fist as he was about to take another swing.

"Bastard," hissed Snape. "What the fuck was that?"

"Honestly, what do you think? You didn't fight it." He let go and simply stood before the other scowling boy. Neither of them moved. Sirius wasn't even sure what he wanted next. He had come here originally on plans to tease and possibly rape Severus, but those thoughts had suddenly flown away. Now, after feeling the pain and anguish in Snape's lips, he decided to help.

Sirius reached out for Snape's arm again but Severus only glowered at him and turned away, heading back to his corner.

Sirius followed slowly then reached again and caught Snape's wrist, turning him around and shoving him against a bookcase. He gripped Snape's collar and kissed him again, softer, trying to coax Snape to respond. If he wasn't going to...he'd just have to force him. He kissed him harder, pushing himself against Snape into the books. Severus eventually managed to grip Sirius' waist and shove him off. Sirius stumbled a step before Severus took his arm and pulled him to the back of the library towards his corner.

"What're you-"

"My corner."

As Sirius followed he suddenly thought that Snape was like a puppy. A really cute, but dirty mangy puppy who was in deep need of a bath but was never able to receive one because his master never cared to pay attention. But now the master was making an appearance, Sirius thought; he wanted to take care of this sick skinny disgusting excuse for a puppy.

Severus wasn't quite sure what he was doing. If this was the one chance he'd get to make Sirius hurt, then he'd do it. They both despised each other. And they wanted to show it.

Severus let go of Sirius' arm when he returned to his corner and turned around, glaring at Sirius. Sirius immediately gripped Snape's neck and pressed his lips to his, pushing Snape against the wall. He slid his hands to Snape's pant line. Severus bit Sirius' lip, letting go. "What the hell?"

Sirius only smiled and forcefully bit Snape's neck, drawing blood and simultaneously pushing a couple fingers down the other's pants. Severus bared his teeth, wanting Sirius to go further. But Black pulled out his fingers and only held onto Snape's hips, pushing himself harder against him.

Snape gasped lightly into Sirius' mouth as he felt himself harden. He couldn't stand it. Snape slid his hands up Sirius' chest, able to undo the buttons. What am I doing? Snape stopped. He stopped everything. He pushed Sirius away, trying to calm down. He held Black at arm's length, palms against the others' bare skin.

"Not...not here." Snape whispered.

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Slamming the door shut and a silence charm to seal, the unused storage closet saw its first couple in quite some time. Stumbling in the dark, clothes shed like winter furs and blood was drawn in nearly the quantity of a vampiric ritual. Flesh quickly soaked and bodies entwined against the walls, the floor, in the dust and dirt. Screams emitted though they were never heard and sores developed though never to be seen. Breath released against moist skin and gradually...neither boy seemed to really want to hate the other.

And Severus saw that there were certainly other things in life than reading books...

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(should I do more?)