I have had this story written for a while, but had to clean and change it. It's my first slash story, which is male on male, so beware! It's a work in progress, like all my other stories! Be kind! Help me iron out the kinks!

Slytherins on Top

Chapter 1

Feelings, feelings, feelings

It was a month until the end of term, and Sebastian Kirkwood was panicking. There was to be a Ball for the Graduating 7th years, but 6th years were allowed to attend to mark them going into their last year.

Sebastian was a 6th year Slytherin, and was one of the top pupils of his year. Most of the other male Slytherins had already chosen their dates, leaving Sebastian left to choose his own. It was for this reason that he was panicking. He had not felt any interest in the opposite sex in all of his years at Hogwarts. He had recently turned 17 and was hoping that he would now start to feel some attraction. He felt nothing. No tingling, nervousness, shyness, or uncontrollable erections. Nothing.

It had been a suspicion of his that he possibly did not feel attracted to females because of his overwhelming attraction to a certain Professor. Under normal circumstances, he would have gladly indulged himself like all teenage red-blooded males, boasting and possibly sharing fantasies with his dorm mates. Unfortunately, his attraction was to that of his Potions Professor – Professor Snape. He had told no one about it. He knew that most in Slytherin would not take well to the news that they were sharing a dormitory with what they would, affectionately call, a fag. He wasn't even sure if he was.

How he had ever managed to keep his cool during Potions, was a complete mystery to him. He concentrated wholly on his potions and essay, and tried to ignore his mind as it wandered off into his dark fantasies of having Snape possess him in ways he wasn't even sure he understood. He knew the mechanics of gay sex and relationships, but had no experience with them. He had hardly any experience with girls either and so couldn't really decide which way inclined he was.

The only girl he knew relatively well was Ophelia Wells. She was a 6th year Ravenclaw and was considered very pretty, if not altogether bright. He knew no one had asked her out yet, and figured it best to ask her before she decided not to go.

He approached her after a Defence against the Dark Arts class and waited patiently for her friends to disappear before he could ask.

"Ophelia? Do you think that, I mean if you want to that is, would you possibly consider…" he stammered.

"Will I go to the Ball with you?" she finished for him.

"Erm… Yes. Will you?"

"Sure, it might be fun!" she enthused.

"Thanks," he replied before leaving her stood there so he could get back to his rooms.

He was glad to have a date, but part of him felt false for asking in the first place. He could always stay in his room, but that would simply arouse suspicion. He'd never hear the end of it from the rest of Slytherin.

Several weeks later, he was asked if he had a date by Gabriel Darrow, a fellow Slytherin, and one of the most popular boys in the year.

"Well, who have you got?" Gabriel asked.

"Oh, um, Ophelia Wells," Sebastian replied.

"That Ravenclaw? Hmm, I suppose she's ok. You not fancy any of the Slytherin lot?"

"They're all taken," Sebastian mumbled.

"Yes I know. You should have gotten in early. I've had my date for months now," Gabriel stated smugly.

Everyone knew that Gabriel always asked the same person. A 6th year Slytherin girl called Monica Bellamy. She was from a very old-fashioned pureblood family who prided themselves in much the same way the Malfoys had in their tenure.

Sebastian had been glad that all the Slytherin girls had been taken; he didn't like most of them as it was, and he was pretty convinced that they in turn disliked him. They all snubbed him as a shy know-it-all, who should never have been let into Slytherin in the first place. He would have agreed with them, however, his father and grandfather had both been in Slytherin during their years, and would not have expected anything else from the latest male in the family.

Sebastian knew he would have been much happier in Ravenclaw, the Sorting Hat had said as much during his entrance to Hogwarts. However, being his father's only legacy and the last pureblood in his family, since his father had no siblings, Slytherin was his only choice.

With only a week left until the Ball, most of the Professors had set light work for the students, all except Professor Snape, who despite it being the end of the year, had set essays for each of his classes. Sebastian hadn't minded, he always enjoyed Snape's classes, although he would never let anyone else know that.

The last Potions lesson of the week had the 6th years making Sleeping Draughts and Hangover Potions, with the obvious intent on making sure the Infirmary was well stocked for the coming Ball.

Half of the class had been set the Sleeping Draughts and the other the Hangover Potions. Sebastian had been given 10 Hangover Potions to make in the double lesson, and was well into its preparation, when Snape came across to inspect.

"Those roots should be sliced finely, Mr. Kirkwood," Snape drawled as he bent over Sebastian's shoulder to watch his work.

Sebastian suddenly felt increasingly nervous and hot, and desperately tried to concentrate on his work, but was unable to stop his hands from shaking. If Snape had noticed his student's sudden unease, he did not comment.

Sebastian waited until Snape had moved on, before continuing with his preparation. He took several deep breaths to calm himself, and delved back into his work.

Snape glanced back at the student he had just so easily intimidated with his presence, and watched him work. Sebastian had been one of his best students since entering the school. He reminded him so much of a previous know-it-all student from several years previously. What had surprised him most was when he had been sorted into his house. Sebastian was more of a Ravenclaw. He studied hard, and kept mostly to himself. He had never so much as earned a detention. He was also remarkably handsome, with golden blond hair, icy blue eyes and broad shoulders. His skin was lightly tanned, making his eyes appear sparkling in the dim light of the dungeon classroom.

Snape went back to his scrutiny of another student's potion, before returning to his desk for the remainder of the lesson. He quietly admired Sebastian's dedication to his work. He so seldom had chance to teach such hardworking students, particularly from his own house.

The lesson ended, the potions were collected, and the students were dismissed. Most ran out like bats out of hell, not bothering to make sure things were neat and tidy. Only Sebastian and Gabriel stayed behind to tidy away unused ingredients.

Gabriel, being the most popular student with the Professors, always stayed behind to clean up. He did it mostly to care favour with them. Sebastian did it because it was simply in his nature to be tidy. Snape appreciated Sebastian's help more than Gabriel's, as Gabriel did it to prove he was an upstanding student, and hoped to win extra credit or house points. Snape never gave him the satisfaction.

Just as Sebastian was finishing up and getting ready to leave, Gabriel spoke.

"Is there anything else you wish me to do, Professor?" he asked in a mocking helpful tone.

"No, you both may go," Snape replied curtly.

Gabriel looked obviously disappointed as he left the classroom, with Sebastian right behind him.

"There are never any thanks or gratitude from that man," Gabriel snapped in irritation.

"It's not his way. I don't think he likes us being there anyway," Sebastian replied thoughtfully.

"Yeah well, I won't be helping him out again unless I get some gratitude," Gabriel said, folding his arms across his chest.

"I think you'll have to wait a long time for that,"

Sebastian smiled at him, trying to lighten the mood of the conversation.

"Yeah whatever," Gabriel snapped, and then stormed off down the corridor.

Sebastian sighed and went back to his room, wondering how he had managed to fall for one of the most unobtainable people in the entire Wizarding world.

He spent the rest of the final week of the school year, immersed in his homework and classes. It did well to distract him from his predicament, and also from his upcoming date with Ophelia. He liked her very much, but he did not have any personal desire for her. He was worried that she perhaps had designs on him.

Ophelia had instructed him to meet her outside the Ravenclaw rooms at 8pm. Sebastian had not been too fond of the idea, knowing that he would have to escort her through the halls, being seen by all those attending the Ball. The last thing he wanted to be known as was someone who preferred girls in rival houses. Slytherins being the way they are were not accepting to such things. Sebastian tried to look on the bright side of it. At least they would think he liked girls.

Sebastian had bought a rather fancy black suit for the Ball, complete with outer cloak, not that he would need it in the summer weather. He had wondered how long he would fit into it, as every year he returned to Hogwarts, he had grown several inches taller, and had filled out more around the legs and shoulders. He assumed his final year would be no exception.

He met Ophelia as instructed and walked with her to the Ball. She wore a light blue satin dress that hugged every one of her assets. Her auburn hair was clipped well around her head, with tendrils hanging down around her slender shoulders. Had Sebastian been any of the other Slytherins, he would have found her beautiful. Instead, he felt rather unmoved by her. She was pretty, that much he could appreciate, but staring down at her most visible assets did nothing to stir him.

Upon entering the Great Hall, there was already a flourish of activity. Many students were already dancing and talking. Ophelia insisted on dancing with Sebastian for what seemed like hours. His feet ached, as did his mouth from smiling all night. He finally persuaded Ophelia to take a break so they could have a drink. Ophelia wandered off to talk to some friends, while Sebastian went for drinks. He never noticed Gabriel approaching him.

"So, how's the little Ravenclaw?" he drawled.

"Oh, she's fine," Sebastian said with hesitation.

"She's pretty enough. Maybe you'll get lucky," Gabriel said, smiling deviously at him as he sauntered off to his date.

Severus Snape hated parties of all description. He hated them even more, now that Minerva had instructed him to come. She told him it would help him relax. How on earth she hoped he would relax in a room full of raging adolescents basically dry humping each other, was beyond him.

The only student he noticed not partaking in any of the teenage frivolities was Sebastian. He had holed himself up at the punch table while the girl he had turned up with giggled incessantly with some of her Ravenclaw friends. Sebastian looked incredibly uncomfortable and had kept his head down trying desperately not to be noticed.

Ophelia rejoined Sebastian as he collected another drink. She took it from him and downed it in one.

"I have to be up early in the morning, Mother and Father are picking me up from Hogsmeade before dinner. I think I should turn in. Would you walk me back to my room?" she asked

"Oh. If you like. I didn't realise it had gotten so late," replied Sebastian.

"Neither did I. Shall we go?" Ophelia replied, seemingly trying to rush him.

He quickly retrieved their cloaks and found Ophelia already waiting at the doors. She walked quickly towards the Ravenclaw dormitory leaving Sebastian to catch her up. As she turned a corner several yards ahead of him, he did not expect her to grab him and pull him into a dark alcove, not to mention that the corridor se had turned down, happened to be one of the more secluded and least used corridors in the whole school, save for the third floor.

She was surprisingly strong as she pinned him to the wall. His face was one of complete shock as she gazed up at him, smiling impishly. She grabbed his collar and pulled him down sharply, bumping his nose against hers as she did so. She took the opportunity to firmly plant her lips upon his, sliding her tongue liberally over his tightly closed lips, demanding entry. When he gasped at the feel, she quickly slipped her tongue inside, trying desperately to coax his into action. She pressed herself hard against him, trying to feel as much of his as possible. She had just moved her hand down his chest with the intention of cupping him, when Professor Snape appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" he drawled, staring at the two of them, who had immediately jumped apart upon hearing his voice.

Ophelia looked rather dishevelled, her lips red and swollen from the kissing. Sebastian looked strangely unmoved by the incident, and simply looked incredibly embarrassed by being caught by his head of house.

"Mr Kirkwood and Miss Wells. This is a rather dark corner for the two of you to be congregating, isn't it?" Snape said, slowly walking towards the pair.

"Miss Wells, 10 points from Ravenclaw, get back to your room," he said sharply, leaving no room for debate.

Ophelia quickly left the alcove, looking back briefly at Sebastian as she turned the corner and out of sight. Sebastian felt increasing uncomfortable being in a dark alcove with the teacher he had harboured desires for, for the past 2 years at least.

Snape could see the change in Sebastian immediately. He noticed the flushed face and eyes cast downwards. It was not fear the boy was feeling, but anxiety. Why was the boy flushed? What was he nervous about? Snape could feel the anxiety increase as took several steps towards him.

Sebastian was only a couple of inches shorter than Snape himself, but felt incredibly overshadowed by him. He felt small and helpless and was becoming more and more nervous the closer he got.

"Curious that you should react more to my presence that you appeared to be reacting to a pretty girl assaulting your mouth," Snape derided, watching intently as Sebastian drew his cloak tighter around him.

Sebastian inwardly cursed himself for reacting. He could feel the heat from Snape through his thick robes and felt his groin stir. He could smell the mixture of soap and spices coming from him, taunting him with its presence.

"Tell me, is Miss Wells not leasing enough for you?"

"Sir?" Sebastian replied weakly.

"Do you not think her pretty?"

"She is pretty," Sebastian replied.

"You did not seem to be enjoying her attentions."

Sebastian shook his head slightly.

"Why would you not enjoy a kiss from a pretty girl?" Snape probed.

"I don't know," Sebastian whispered.

"Surely you must know what will… excite you?"

"I thought I would. But I didn't. Not anything. I just wished for it to be over," Sebastian said in barely a whisper.

"Not even a stir?" Snape queried.

"Nothing. Do you think there might be something wrong with me?" Sebastian asked, looking at Snape with deep worry etched into his features.

"I seriously doubt it," Snape answered, stepping even closer to him.

Sebastian backed himself against the wall to try to keep some distance, pulling his cloak even tighter around him, trying desperately to will his nagging erection away.

Snape narrowed his eyes at the gesture. What was the boy trying to hide?

"What are you hiding?" Snape enquired.

"N… Nothing Sir," Sebastian stuttered.

"Why would you be wearing such a heavy cloak in the middle of July?" Snape asked, taking a step closer.

"Just…" Sebastian started, trying desperately to think of an excuse.

"Yes?" Snape coaxed as he took hold of the edges of the cloak.

"Please don't Sir," Sebastian begged in little more than a whisper.

Snape ignored him and opened the cloak, revealing his bulging erection, straining against the fabric of his new trousers. Snape stared down at it for several moments, before composing himself.

"Well, so much for not having a reaction to Miss Wells," Snape drawled.

"It wasn't because of her," Sebastian said in a rush, before realising that he had just let his secret slip.

He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing that his cheeks must be close to catching fire with the heat he could feel coming from them.

Snape looked at the flushed face, trembling hands, straining cock, and suddenly derived a conclusion. The boy was aroused by him! He had never had a student become aroused by his mere presence, let alone a male student. He was by no means against homosexuality, but he had never encountered any students that had been so inclined. At least, none that had ever spoken to him about it.

"I'm so sorry Sir, I can't control it. Please don't expel me," Sebastian pleaded, keeping his head down.

Snape raised his eyebrows in shock at the plea.

"What on earth would possess you to assume I would expel you?" he asked.

"Inappropriate behaviour," Sebastian offered.

"Nonsense. This is perfectly normal. It would explain why you had no reaction to a girl," Snape concluded.

Sebastian stood waiting for some kind of reprimand, or at least to be allowed to go back to his dorm, to avoid any more embarrassment. Snape simply stood watching the boy, glancing down at the cock, desperately trying to make a hole through the boy's trousers. He felt his own cock twitch at the sight of it. It had been many years since he had had the pleasure of a young body in his bed, male or female, and found himself wanting to take Sebastian to his quarters.

He stepped a little closer and lifted Sebastian's chin up. He gazed deeply into his eyes, before he dipped his head down and pressed his lips forcefully to Sebastian's. He pressed his body into him, revelling in the feel of the younger man's hard cock pressing into his own, causing it to stir.

Sebastian could only hang limp in Snape's arms as the man kissed him. His shock had quickly been replaced with utter desire when he felt the older man's cock harden as it pressed into his own. He gasped at the intimate contact, giving Snape the chance to slip his tongue inside.

Snape moved his hands down to the younger man's trouser, and deftly unzipped them, pulling out the aching cock held inside. He did the same with his own, pressed them together, marvelling in heat as he slowly gyrated his hips, bringing delicious friction between them.

Sebastian groaned into Snape's mouth and brought his hands up to the older man's face, increasing the fierceness of the kiss, as Snape used a hand to work their shafts together. His long slender fingers were adequate in the delightful task of bringing them to orgasm, as Sebastian continued to attack Snape's mouth with wild abandon, being utterly overwhelmed by the older man's taste of whiskey and spices.

It had been a long time since Snape had felt the heat and exquisite hardness of another's cock against his own, far too long. It was making his mind clouded with desire and pent up lust. He knew he wouldn't last long. The tongue of the younger man was probing inexpertly against his own, and was overshadowing his senses as he savoured the delicious taste of the fruit punch and strawberry lip gloss of that tongue; the lip gloss obviously coming from his tryst with Miss Wells.

Snape pressed harder into the younger man and felt his balls tighten, signalling his release. He thrust himself hard against Sebastian and gripped tightly as he spilled himself over his hand and both cocks. He groaned deep in his throat, and pulled his lips away, allowing himself to rest his head against Sebastian's forehead. He could feel the other man's cock harden, his release nearing. Snape dropped his cock from his hand, but kept a firm grip of the other. He pumped his hand hard and fast, watching Sebastian's face contort in pleasure. Two hands came up to grip Snape's robes, indicating he was ready. Snape immediately dropped to his knees and swallowed Sebastian's cock completely as his orgasm ripped through him. His release shot straight down Snape's throat, and he swallowed every drop, sucking him deep, eliciting groans from the younger man.

Snape stood up after releasing Sebastian's cock, and placed himself back in his trousers. He watched as Sebastian rushed to do the same, not daring to look Snape in the eyes.

"Follow me," Snape ordered as he stepped out of the alcove.

Sebastian felt a wave of panic hit. He knew it could not be good, whatever it was.