miss_pryss

"You insolent, pathetic little brat," Snape spat.

Potter looked at him.

"Get out of my sight," Snape continued, loading his tone with scorn. He curled his lip. His voice did not waver. "You bore me."

"I was afraid of you, once." Potter said. He did not look friendly. He stepped forward. He didn't look precisely unfriendly, either, but there was a strange light in his eyes, a tight set to his mouth. Not quite menace, but not quite... safe. In spite of himself, Snape shuffled back.

"But I'm bigger than you now, Professor."

Snape's back hit the wall. Potter continued advancing.

"Don't. Don't touch me."

"I'm going to touch you." Potter's face was inches from Snape's.

"Don't--ah."

A warm mouth pressed against Snape's. Suddenly, Potter's whole body was crushing Snape against the wall. Distantly, he heard a rattle as his cane fell to the floor. One of his hands came up to gather a fistful of coat, and the other clutched at the wall behind him. Potter grabbed his wrist and held it, firmly, against the cool stone.

"Open your mouth," Potter murmured against Snape's lips. Helplessly, Snape did.