a/n: This will be the final chapter. Thank you all for reading. I hope you all had as much fun reading as I did writing.

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Two Left Feet

Chapter 13

"Por Una Cabeza"

"Anyone who thinks that sunshine is pure happiness, has never danced in the rain"

The clock ticked on well after midnight, and Snape found himself staring deeply into the fire, while wild thoughts ran rampant. He could not close his eyes without feeling the tingling of his misdeed. What had possessed him to allow Harry to take control like that? He knew he was so much stronger than this. Had his mind sloshed around too many times while twirling? Was it due to being in a closed space with the young man? Did it happen while getting accustomed to touching the young man? When exactly had Snape lost control?

They always danced like no one was looking. While together, they learned how to follow each other's rhythm. While apart, Harry practised. Dancing had indeed become a poetic expression made flesh through motions. It was everything Snape had described to Harry.

Tonight was the first night Snape regretted that he could not drink. "I regret to say I may have gone astray, but I suppose I do not regret these last few months. They have indeed made my life interesting."

HARRY POTTER HARRYPOTTER HARRYPOTTER

This time, Hermione was waiting just outside the dormitories. She was half ready to scold Harry for his childish rendezvous with his professor, but upon seeing Harry with a face full of grinning teeth, she stopped. "Harry?"

"Hermione!" He could have picked her up and kissed her. "How have you been?!"

"Seemingly, not as well as you." She hesitated to ask. "What happened?"

His hair was full of snow flakes, his cheeks were bright red against his pale skin, and he never looked better. "Nothing. I was just out for a walk." He then moved past her, "Night. I need some sleep!" He scurried past the portrait and Hermione didn't hear from him for the rest of the night.

Wednesday night was dance night once again, and Harry found himself arriving a little earlier than usual. He admittedly was gleeful and just as hopeful of seeing Snape for the first time in nearly 24 hours. He could not sit down or join the other students. His feet were restless and seemingly bouncing on their own beat while he moved about the room in a quick rhythm.

Harry came out of his trance only when he heard McGonagall's voice. He turned around and saw that Professor Slughorn was accompanying her. His pulse made a sudden leap only to drop devastatingly low. She only ever brought one assistant, and tonight, it would not be Snape. He waited quietly while she gave several announcements about their continuation with the tango and about Slughorn's availability for extra assistance outside of class.

A moment later she clapped her hands and the music began. While students hurried to find their partners, Harry pulled himself towards the back of the hall, and quietly slipped away. If his time learning to appreciate dance has taught him anything, it's that so long as the music is going, you must dance. Harry planned on swaying along until his dear professor could go on no longer.

It must've been the dominating male aspect of himself that drove him to deliberately pursue Snape. That with a tad bit of senselessness. Nevertheless, Harry was a chaser and if he could catch a snitch, he could catch anything, even a grouchy old wizard. Lucky for him, the dragon of the dungeons had already given Harry his password. All Harry had left to do was enter.

And he did, knowingly of what dwelled behind the tall painting. So the man could be snappy and bitter, and a bit of a pessimist. Harry just had to wrestle with the bark, because his bite would be a reward.

He saw Snape sitting leisurely by the hearth, a book forgotten upon his lap as he stared into the fire. "You must've known I was coming."

"Good lord, I had hoped you wouldn't. And it is due to my hopefulness that I have not prepared a speech for you." He reconnected with the forgotten book and flipped carelessly through the pages. "I just read an entire book about the importance of vigilance. Ironic, isn't it."

"Maybe you just wanted someone else to lead for a change."

Snape's eyes finally fell upon Harry. "A person with two left feet cannot lead very well. Maybe that's why I'm in such a mess." Snape snapped his fingers and his door swung open. "This is your chance to leave. Best take it and be done with it."

It took Harry a moment before he shut it.

"You weren't in class today." Harry felt his blood rushing towards his head, his legs suddenly felt wobbly, and he held onto the closest chair to steady himself.

"So you sought me out. What are you hoping to accomplish?" Snape's voice was but a whisper.

"Lessons. I am counting on your tutelage."

"You are doing so well in class. You no longer need my assistance, so go about your schooling, and leave me to be. You've done enough." Snape stood to leave, but before he could even take a step away, he found his wrist restrained by a grip so strong, he could no undo it. "Let me go, Harry."

"I can't, sir."

Sometimes fewer words said more than many, and in that moment, Snape felt it.

Then Harry's hand slid down to take the older wizard's hand in his. Harry could have fainted from the pressure. His head felt so hot and his stomach was stirring up a storm. He was so say so much, which might've been nothing more than daft remarks, but at least his ears wouldn't be ringing.

Snape turned carefully and closed his eyes. He inhaled deeply before intertwining their fingers together. The gesture was quick and Harry looked up at Snape with disbelief in his eyes. "I am asking you kindly, Harry. Please leave."

SEVERUSSNAPE SEVERUSSNAPE SEVERUSSNAPE

Some night, the halls were colder than others. Tonight, they were especially cold, and even more so lonely. Harry had no intentions of returning to his dorms quite yet. He needed the solitude to reconsider his feelings and either strategize a battle plan, or a way to empty his mind of this hopeless endeavor. He slouched against the cold stone walls and had only closed his eyes for a moment before he heard light feet skipping towards him.

It was Luna, wearing a white bouncy dress. She almost looked like a dancing fairy, coming out of the darkness. She twirled and hummed gently as she moved along. "Hello Harry."

"Luna, who are you dancing with?"

"No one at the moment, silly. But I do imagine Neville often. I'm hoping an amospore will get him soon. You've heard of them? They attach to your heart and plant seeds that help you fall in love." Luna reached out to Harry and he received her. They danced around in a quick, upbeat rhythm while Luna kindly asked, "Do you love dancing with anyone as much as I love dancing with Neville?"

Harry was quite taken aback. He could only sort of nod. This amused Luna. "Are you embarrassed? You should never be ashamed of whom you really love. Love is not evil."

He smiled as he gradually came to a stop.

"You should have been in class tonight. We heard a beautiful song written by Carlos Gardel. Por una Cabeza." She said is softly, slowly, in order to say it right. "I think we'll dance to it again Friday night. Please come, Harry. It'll make your heart swoon."

HARRYPOTTER HARRYPOTTER HARRYPOTTER

What does the heart want? Does it ever really know, or does it learn to accept what's given and to be satisfied with that? Can it eventually learn to require more? Or will it die from the lack of nourishment?

Harry rolled his head back, wondering why he even cared anymore. Yes, it had only been two days, but his heart had plummeted to the bottom of his stomach and hasn't bothered to come back up.

McGonagall instructed her class to begin once again, and Harry found himself with an arm full of someone who might as well not have an identity. He couldn't see them, only past them, and it was terrible. He couldn't lie to himself. Suddenly nothing about life seemed to have its usual spark. Especially dance. Everything reminded him of Snape, and yes, their weird sort of detachment left Harry feeling raw, but it had only happen just the other day.

A few minutes later they changed partners and Harry dragged on, not really dancing. He needed these next few days to sulk. Remorse now, heal gradually. All should be well soon. He was going to graduate soon anyways, and then he would never see that snarky bat ever again.

Somehow the next hour and a half passed, and just as people began to exit the classroom, Harry found himself settling onto one of the chairs. It was Hermione who approached him then. "He dumped you? Rejected you? What did he do to you to make you so sour?"

"Oh Merlin, Hermione, I do not want to talk about it."

"You need to get it off your chest. C'mon. Word vomit. Just start somewhere and we'll go from there."

Harry looked up them jumped to his feet as if the chair bucked him off. Snape had entered the hall and was making his way seemingly towards Harry. He had removed his outer cloak, and his outfit clung wonderfully to the strong form of his body.

Hermione's mouth hung slightly as she struggled for words. "Well, Harry, I think I'll leave you to be." She moved past the professor as he came to stand just before his young student.

The room emptied fairly quickly, for the students were tired and ready to retire for the night. It was a Friday night though, and Snape was unconcerned with Harry's sleep schedule. He offered Harry a hand and Harry could either accept or reject it.

Harry's hand promptly grabbed Snape's and once it latched on would not let go. Harry was thus pulled forwards and a song for just the two of them played. It was the song Luna had told them about. Snape took a few steps backwards and Harry willing followed. Around and around the classroom they moved, taking over the floor because it was all for them.

For just the beginning, they took tentative steps. Carefully feeling the floor, the music, and each other. Harry rested his head against Snape's shoulder, concentrating, breathing, all the while trying to predict his partner's steps. He was then thrust forwards only to be brought back against Snape's chest. Snape smiled, then dipped his wildly handsome partner. Harry's hair flared about and swooshed with their quickening movements.

Snape then turned Harry around and they ended their dance with a gentle dip. While Harry was bent over, Snape whispered softly into his ears, "You still dance with two left feet."

Harry tried to smile gently, but he had too much excitement to contain. "I'm getting better."

"Yes," the older man whispered.

Harry then looked up at Snape and asked, "You came for me tonight… why?"

Snape gathered Harry's hands in his and brought them to his lips. "I need to know, Mr. Potter, if this is what you want. What you truly want."

"You're a man…"

Snape gave Harry a dubious look, "Yes. As are you."

"So how do you make me feel like this?"

"I must be doing something right. Something no other has been able to do for you. Or you wouldn't be so persistent."

"I want you to kiss me."

"You haven't answered me."

Harry took Snape's head between his hands, "Yes… I want to be with you. I'm taken with you…."

Snape then looked over Harry's shoulder and around the classroom one last time before he gripped his young lover's hips and brought him in for kiss.

By the way Snape's lips touched Harry's, he knew instantly that the man was scared, doubtful, but still… he was willing, he was passionate, and he was taking control. "Harry, I need you to know, I need more."

Harry's cheeks flushed a hot red. "Yeah…, fuck, me too." With that, Snape's lips traveled to Harry's neck, and with a gentleness Harry did not know Snape possessed, the man sucked, nipped, and kissed.

"Will you give me everything, Harry?"

"Yeah…" Harry felt his chest become inflamed.

Snape pulled away from Harry's neck and looked back into the young man's eyes. "I need you to hear it… I love you." Harry jumped and latched himself to Snape's lips, feeling a sense of happiness he didn't know was possible. Harry might have not really known when it happened, but he fell, and when this lion fell, he fell hard.

A/N: That's all folks! Thank you for reading!