Compromising Positions by Jade
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Index
Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Chapter 5: Chapter 5
Chapter 6: Chapter 6
Chapter 7: Chapter 7
Chapter 8: Chapter 8
Chapter 9: Chapter 9
Chapter 10: Chapter 10
Chapter 11: Chapter 11
Chapter 12: Chapter 12
Chapter 13: Chapter 13
Chapter 14: Chapter 14
Chapter 15: Chapter 15
Chapter 16: Chapter 16
Chapter 17: Chapter 17
Chapter 18: Chapter 18
Chapter 19: Chapter 19
Chapter 20: Chapter 20
Chapter 21: Chapter 21
Chapter 22: Chapter 22
Chapter 23: Chapter 23
Chapter 24: Chapter 24
Chapter 25: Chapter 25
Chapter 1: Chapter 1
"Pardon me, Headmaster, but I don't believe I heard you correctly," Snape murmured silkily, just loud enough to hear.
"On the contrary, Severus, I believe you heard me perfectly well," Dumbledore said calmly, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. "You merely do not wish to understand."
The Potions Master glared his best glare at the ancient wizard, a glare that had caused many a first or second year student to lose consciousness. It, however, had no effect on Albus Dumbledore. "But this is demeaning, embarrassing, not to mention probably illegal," protested the dark-haired man.
"That never stopped you before," mumbled the headmaster under his breath, but then added more loudly, "Nevertheless, you are the only man with the, er, talents for the job, Severus. The whole of the wizarding world could depend on you."
Snape hung his head. "I understand, Headmaster. But did it have to be Potter?"
"I am well aware of your feelings for the boy, Severus," Dumbledore began, and the professor began to splutter. "I mean to say, I know you harbor a bit of animosity toward Mr. Potter."
"A bit?" Snape managed to spit out, his face twisting with anger.
"Animosity," Dumbledore went on, "That really should be directed at the father and not the son."
Snape had no answer to this, so he just glared, not bothering to mention that James Potter was dead so there was no satisfaction in hating him any longer.
"And Harry fits the image exactly of what we need," the headmaster pointed out, quite correctly. "We must have a seventh year student, so he can be as old as possible while still being obviously a minor." Snape glared but did not object. "Not to mention that the boy needs to be attractive, and intelligent enough to think on his feet."
Snape didn't comment, feeling that any comment about a student's attractiveness could be taken the wrong way. Dumbledore continued. "I have contemplated this for a long time, and while Draco Malfoy might be of more suitable character for this type of deception, I don't trust him in the slightest. In addition, Mr. Malfoy tells his father everything and I doubt Lucius would stand for it." Dumbledore looked over the top of his glasses at Snape, taking on a more serious air. "If there were anyone else, Severus, anyone at all, I would not ask you to do this thing. But, I fear I must. Please, consider well before you refuse." The headmaster sat heavily down at his desk, and Snape suddenly realized that this was the first time he had seen the old wizard look his age.
The Potions Master took a deep breath. "I'll do it." He looked at Dumbledore, who was looking up at him skeptically. "And I'll get along with Harry Potter for the good of the mission." He looked down at the floor, wondering how was going to survive this.
Dumbledore's eyes lit up. "Excellent! The preparations are already underway. As soon as the students leave for the spring break, you and Mr. Potter will depart. That gives you," the headmaster considered, "Three days to get ready." He looked seriously at Snape. "We're counting on you and Harry."
Severus nodded curtly, and turned to go. He was just reaching for the door when a thought occurred to him. He turned back. "Have you talked to Potter about this?"
Snape thought he saw a guilty look cross the old man's face, but it was wiped away by the casual wave of his hand. "A mere formality, Severus. Now go on, I'm sure you have exams to attend to."
Snape frowned, but stalked back down to his dungeons, cape billowing around in him an extremely intimidating manner.
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"WHAT? YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT? WITH WHOM?" Harry seemed to have forgotten to whom he was shouting in his righteous indignation. He glared at Dumbledore, who sat placidly behind his huge desk, Fawkes perched on his shoulder, looking protective, when suddenly he paled. "Headmaster! Sir! I didn't mean to shout! But..." The seventeen-year-old paused, searching for strong enough words that wouldn't sound offensive. "But, but, SNAPE!" He stood there, almost trembling, trying to wrap his mind around what the wizard was asking him to do.
"Now, now, Harry, don't you think you're overreacting just a bit?" Dumbledore said amiably, not at all put off by the youth's outburst.
"No," replied Harry shortly. "Sir," he added.
The headmaster sighed. It was going to be a long day.
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Finally, the term was over, nearly all the students were off on holiday, and Severus Snape and Harry Potter stood in the headmaster's office, looking anywhere but at each other. Dumbledore beamed at them from behind his desk. The phoenix sat on its perch, hacking and looking pathetic. Its change wasn't far off. "Well," the headmaster announced. "I'm so happy to see that you've both accepted the challenge of saving the world once again." He paused, looking over his glasses seriously. "Please, know that you both have my undying gratitude and admiration for choosing this path you're about to embark upon. The world may not know your sacrifice, but I do, and you make me proud that you both have come from the finest wizarding school in the world." Dumbledore paused, appearing to be overcome with emotion. He coughed, and said, "Go now, and do your best." With that, the old wizard disappeared into his private chambers, followed by the nearly bald phoenix. The two wizards were left alone in the office with their packed bags.
They stood there for a long moment, both men silent in their own thoughts. Then Harry spoke up resignedly. "He sure is good at piling on the guilt, isn't he?"
Snape snorted. "Decades of practice, I'd wager." He sighed, picking up his bag. "Let's get out of here before I change my mind, Potter." He headed for the door.
"I'm right behind, you, Professor," sighed Harry. At least this couldn't be worse than spending the holidays with the Dursleys'.
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Chapter 2: Chapter 2
As they sat on the train into London, Harry reflected on what he had been told. They were to travel as Muggles, much to Professor Snape's chagrin. He kept complaining about the slowness of the train, and the inefficiency of the help, and the terrible weather, and... Harry had tuned him out after the first hour.
As a student, Harry was more used to traveling without magic, so he didn't mind it as much. They had traveled to Hogsmeade and caught the Muggle train to London. They had Muggle clothes to change into, and Snape informed him he could go change now.
Without comment, he grabbed his bag and headed for the toilets. He noted Snape was doing the same. As he changed in the miniscule bathroom, he found himself speculating on what his Potions professor would look like in Muggle clothes. He himself was used to them, of course, but Snape... he found he couldn't imagine the man out of his long black robes. Unbidden, the thought of Snape out of his robes, naked, came to him so clearly that he was shocked by it. Where did that come from? He shook his head. He was quite comfortable with the fact that he liked guys, he hadn't particularly tried to hide it since Hogwarts was quite accepting of that sort of thing. In fact, he suspected that the wizarding world had a much higher percentage of alternative lifestyles than the Muggle world, if his friends were any indication. But Snape? He sighed. This was going to be a long trip.
He went back to their compartment to find that Snape wasn't back yet. He sat down and looked out the window, going over the details that Dumbledore had given them.
A few wizards, dark wizards but not part of Voldemort's group, had teamed up with some Muggle criminals and were causing some problems. Apparently they had come up with a designer drug that combined Muggle pharmaceuticals and magic ingredients that was rumored to give the user temporary magic powers. Naturally, the Ministry of Magic needed this stopped immediately. There was no telling what could happen if a bunch of ignorant Muggles suddenly developed magical powers. According to the rumors, the effects wore off within minutes, but the wizards had a team of Muggle scientists working to improve it. The Ministry wanted the wizards apprehended before this happened, and before more damage was done. Or before he Muggle press got hold of it. The group operated out of LA, and that was where they were headed.
Harry still wasn't quite sure why he and Snape were the only ones who could stop them. Apparently, before Snape had begun teaching at Hogwarts he had done some undercover work for the Ministry, and they insisted he was the only man for the job. Something about special talents had been cryptically referred to, and Harry had been afraid to ask. He figured they had plenty of travel time for Snape to fill him in on the details. However, so far the professor seemed reluctant to discuss it. Speak of the devil...
Harry glanced up as Snape slid the compartment door open, and tried to close his mouth. Snape swept in, somehow still giving the impression of wearing his long black robes, even though he was wearing... Harry's mind tried to process the fact that Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master, Head of Slytherin house, bane of his existence for the past six and a half years, was wearing... jeans. Designer jeans, no less. Tommy Hilfiger jeans, perfectly faded and worn and snug around his... no, he was NOT looking at Snape's ass in those jeans, no matter how good it looked. No, it was physically impossible for Severus Snape to have a nice ass. It just wasn't possible. His mind reeled. Snape finished stowing his pack, and turned back around to face Harry, glowering even more if that was possible. "What are you staring at?" he demanded, looking flushed. Snape, blushing? Another impossibility. The world was coming to an end. Harry's mind also registered the fact that Snape was wearing a white t-shirt, and it was rather snug. It was short sleeved, and showed that Snape had been working out. His biceps stretched the sleeves nicely, and as Harry's eyes automatically tracked downward, he could see that there was some kind of abdominal exerciser hiding in the dungeons somewhere, because the man definitely had the washboard stomach thing going on. Harry's seventeen-year-old hormones cheered while his mind refused to process the fact that his professor was a very sexy man. Oh shit.
Harry belatedly realized that he was staring and that Snape had spoken, and averted his eyes quickly, mumbling "Nothing," as he got another nasty shock: looking at Snape this way had given him one hell of a hard-on. The world had officially ended. He was doomed.
Snape glared some more, to cover the fact that he was acutely embarrassed. He never wanted any of the students, especially this one, to see him like this... He only wore Muggle clothes when he absolutely had to, on missions for the ministry. He felt exposed in them. He couldn't hide behind the robes, and he knew his intimidating stare's effect was reduced drastically by the fact that he was dressed like this. Potter, on the other hand, looked completely at ease in his clothes, and he envied him that. He must dress like this all the time when he was on holiday, mused Snape, and was used to it. He looked like a perfectly normal, attractive teenage boy this way... Snape stopped himself right there. He mustn't let his thoughts wander. This mission was going to be hard enough without him thinking about how Harry's green t-shirt brought out his eyes, and how those jeans hugged that slim waist... Snape mentally growled at himself, training his face in a scowl, telling himself not to notice how handsome Harry had grown to be, how he wasn't that much shorter than Snape himself, and muscles nicely filled out, and when the hell had he started referring to him as Harry in his own mind? He suddenly realized that the boy's eyes were sweeping over him in an entirely inappropriate manner, and he thought perhaps the rumors he had heard about the Boy Who Lived might be true after all and wouldn't that be nice... no, it wouldn't, he couldn't think that way, it would give him a problem that would be all to obvious in these jeans, no robes to hide behind... He sank down on the bench across from Harry resignedly. He was in so much trouble.
They were saved from further conversation by the train arriving at the station. They collected their bags and waited to exit.
"Where to next, Professor?" Harry asked casually, trying to act like he wasn't gazing at Snape's bulging biceps.
"A truly horrifying place, Mr. Potter, a place so evil and malevolent that the most savvy of Muggles avoid it at all costs," Snape answered ominously.
Harry stared back at the man. "Wh-what is it called?"
Snape drew a large sigh, as if girding himself for the task ahead of them. "Heathrow."
"The airport?" Harry said incredulously. "Is it that bad really?" Harry had never flown. On a plane, anyway. Snape nodded. "Then why must we go there?"
"The Ministry of Magic is on a tight budget. Cheapest non-stop from London to LA," Snape answered as he led the way to the train.
"Why can't we just apparate?" complained Harry.
"Well, I could, of course," Snape looked down at Harry. "But you haven't got your license yet. And I am not going to be responsible for you spreading yourself all over the Atlantic Ocean, or materializing with your head on backwards."
Harry rolled his eyes at this. "Professor! That wouldn't happen!"
"There is another reason, Mr. Potter, if you could restrain yourself long enough to listen," Snape sneered, and Harry immediately felt as if he were back in the Potions classroom. He looked sullenly up at the older wizard, trying to ignore how his black hair framed his face, which didn't look so sallow out here in the light that passed for sunshine in England.
"We must appear to be Muggles to anyone who might be watching us," Snape continued.
Harry barely resisted the urge to glance around them furtively. He felt like he was in a movie. "You mean someone may be following us?"
"It is possible," admitted Snape. "Many people have Muggle fortunes riding on this situation. To that end," he paused, as if what he was going to say was painful, "From now on, just for this mission of course, I must ask that we act, and address each other, more casually than normal." He stopped, unable to look at Harry. He didn't know how much Dumbledore had told the boy about what they had to do.
Harry couldn't stop a blush from coloring his fair skin. "Um... how casual?" he squeaked out.
Snape frowned at the boy's discomfiture. "Seeing as we are in public, first names will do for now, Harry." He tried not to stumble over the name, and wondered what else was going through the boy's mind. Certainly not anything as interesting as what was in his mind...
For some reason, this surprised Harry. "Severus?" he said, trying out the name. He knew Snape's given name, of course, but... "You don't look like a Severus."
"I was named after my grandfather apparently," explained Snape. "I didn't know him, but they tell me I am very similar to him."
Harry didn't know what to say to that; he was struck by the surrealness of the situation: discussing Snape's family history, walking through a train station in London. He had a feeling it was going to get even more odd. Luckily, they were saved from further conversation by their arrival at the Heathrow Express platform. They boarded, and due to the crowd on board, more discussion was difficult. They finally managed to secure seats.
They sat down, and Harry found himself squeezed between a rail on one side and Snape on the other. If he leaned away from the other man, the movement of the train made the metal dig into his hip uncomfortably. So he was forced to press more tightly against Snape. Not that he minded all that much... but he fancied he could feel the heat of the other wizard through his clothes. This kept distracting him, as did the feeling of Snape's rock hard thigh, only separated from his by two thin layers of denim... his hormones were threatening to take over again. Was Snape wearing cologne? This was the closest he had ever been to the man, and Harry thought he could smell faint traces of one of his favorite men's colognes, Dolce & Gabbana. Whatever it was, Snape smelled delicious. Good enough to eat... which brought on visions all over again. He had to stop this.
Snape forced himself to think of Hogwarts, the mission, the weather; anything except how close he was to Harry, and how if he moved his arm, it would fit around the boy so perfectly, Harry was just the right size... He cursed Dumbledore for doing this to him. The old man must be having a good laugh right about now. He wondered at the depths of the headmaster's deviousness. Did the old wizard suspect that the disdain he seemed to hold for Harry was disguising something else, and wanted to torment him? Or was this simply a matter of putting him with someone he despised to make them get along? Either way, it was having the desired effect; Snape was getting increasingly distressed. But he would not fail.
They arrived at Heathrow without event; they joined queue after queue until they eventually boarded their plane. Snape offered Harry the window seat, and he accepted; he was actually looking forward to flying. The plane took off, and Harry tried to settle in. As novel as being 30,000 feet off the ground was at first, the newness wore off quickly. The flight attendants came around, and Harry found himself irritated by the way the woman simpered over Snape. She was quite obviously trying to flirt with the man, and Harry felt an unfamiliar stab of jealousy. Then she turned to Harry, and her patronizing manner irritated him further. She treated him like a 10 year old. Harry was afraid to look at Snape, to see if he was responding or not. He didn't want to know.
"Stupid cow," muttered Snape under his breath as the woman pranced off.
Harry's head shot up; had he heard that correctly? He tried to repress a grin at the distasteful look on the man's face as he looked after her. He felt unaccountably better.
Once again, detailed conversation was impossible, in case they were being followed, so the flight passed uneventfully. Harry drifted off to sleep in the middle of the in-flight movie, and awoke an hour or so later to see that Snape had done the same. Harry found himself fascinated by the man's face in repose; when not actively sneering, Snape was quite handsome, full lips and silky hair begging to be touched... Harry unfolded a blanket and laid it gently over the sleeping man, resisting the urge to brush back a stray lock of hair. He drifted back off to sleep, smiling faintly.
Snape awoke slowly; he felt warm, and there was a head resting on his shoulder; suddenly he was completely awake, but he held perfectly still. Moving just his eyes, he ascertained that Harry had indeed fallen asleep on his shoulder. The boy looked beautiful, and at least now he could gaze at him uninterrupted. He had taken his glasses off and his skin was smooth and perfect, his lips red and moist and... he closed his eyes. He was just torturing himself. He opened them again, and realized he was gazing directly into emerald depths. He held his breath for a long moment as neither of them moved.
Harry woke to realize immediately where he was, but reluctant to move. He was snuggled against Snape, of all people, and it felt wonderful. Then he looked up, and found those coal black eyes burning into his. He was so close, he could just raise his head and press his lips to the older man's. He wondered what Snape's lips felt like... He realized he was staring, but so was Snape, and time seemed to stand still.
The flight attendant bustling down the aisle with drinks broke the moment. Harry jerked himself back into his own seat quickly, rubbing his arm to get some circulation back, and muttered, "Sorry."
"No need to be sorry," murmured Snape, still mesmerized by those eyes, so close. "Harry."
The way Snape said his name made Harry shiver. The man's voice got to him. Silky smooth, perfect enunciation, insinuating itself deep into Harry, intimately.
"Are you cold?" inquired Snape in concern, offering him the blanket.
Harry shook his head negatively, but decided to accept the blanket. He realized the man's proximity and sensuality was affecting him again, and he had something to hide. The sooner they arrived in LA, the better.
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Chapter 3: Chapter 3
"You know how to drive?" asked Harry in amazement as Snape signed the rental agreement at the rental car counter at LAX.
Snape turned to Harry, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, is that so odd?"
Harry shrugged. He just had trouble picturing Snape doing anything a normal Muggle would. Although the man certainly looked the part now, Harry still had a mental picture of his sneering potions teacher in black robes. "I just never thought of it, I guess."
Snape chose not to reply, and just then the woman behind the counter finished the paperwork, giving Snape a form to sign and beaming at him. "Thank you so much, Mr. Smith! Thanks for choosing Avis."
Snape looked at the blonde woman with barely concealed disdain for her perky demeanor. "You're welcome."
This just set the woman off even more. She nearly squealed now. "Ooooh, I just LOVE your accent! Are you British?"
Snape winced, and Harry tried not to laugh. As if the UK driving license wasn't enough of a clue... "Yes, I am. Good day." He grabbed the keys to the rental car and hurried off before the woman could start up again.
Harry ran after him, pulling his suitcase along. He decided not to comment.
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They checked into their hotel, a nondescript mid-range chain hotel not too far from the airport. Snape led the way to their room, and pushed open the door. Harry, following a few paces behind, heard him snort with disgust. "Imbeciles!"
"What's wrong, Pr-I mean, Severus?" Harry asked curiously, then looked into the room. The first thing he noticed was the huge bed. The bed. One bed. This was obviously the problem.
"You stay here. I'll sort this out." Snape dropped his bag in disgust, and stalked out.
Harry sat down on the bed. He was feeling tired; at home it would be... he checked the clock. Three in the morning. No wonder. It wouldn't hurt if he just lay back for a moment...
Snape walked back into the room, fuming. "Incompetence. They have no rooms with two beds left, even though that's what was reserved. The hotel down the road may have some..." he trailed off as he looked upon Harry, sound asleep and fully dressed on the big bed. The boy must be exhausted. His heart melted slightly and he suddenly realized how tired he was as well. Surely, it wouldn't hurt for just one night... they could change hotels tomorrow...
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Harry stretched; he knew instinctively he wasn't in the same position he had been when he had fallen asleep. He opened one eye; everything was blurry. He didn't even remember taking off his glasses. He wasn't sure why he didn't feel worried. He groped around and came up with his glasses. The room came into focus, and it all came back to him. He was under the covers of a king-sized bed. He was still in his clothes, he realized with relief. But where was Snape? Harry looked around and saw the dark-haired man slumped in a chair. He felt a twinge of guilt that he was in the bed and Snape wasn't; he remembered vaguely the other man wanting to change rooms. He must have changed his mind because Harry had fallen asleep. Maybe the dour professor wasn't as bad as he let on... he walked over to Snape, and looked down at him hesitantly. He wasn't sure what to do. Ask the man to join him in the bed? The immediate blush this brought wasn't a good sign. But, just to sleep, was all he meant... He was saved by indecision by Snape opening those dark eyes and staring up at him with a faint trace of annoyance. "You should still be asleep," he murmured, his voice, husky from sleep, had lost its imperious air and just sounded sexy. Harry caught his own rebellious thoughts and answered.
"I... woke up and saw you over here, it's not really fair, is it? The bed is big enough for both of us," he swallowed, "to sleep, so don't be silly."
Severus' eyes flicked quickly over Harry's form, still dressed, and assessed quickly. Yes, his back was indeed killing him from the damnable chair, after all those hours on the plane. It would certainly feel good to stretch out his tall frame. And certainly Dumbledore couldn't find fault with this, could he? Of course, the old man didn't know about his inappropriate thoughts about the boy earlier... "If you're certain," he replied, trying to avoid those green eyes.
"I am," Harry said definitely, and Snape stood up, wincing at the pain in his joints.
"Very well," he sighed, and they settled into the bed together, on opposite sides as far apart as possible.
Harry almost giggled to himself. It's almost like we're afraid of each other, he thought as he drifted back to sleep, feeling better.
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Harry awoke with a slice of sunlight across his face and a strong arm slung across his stomach. He turned, still half asleep, snuggling into the warmth... of Snape? His eyes popped open but all he could see was the man's white t-shirt and some wisps of silky black hair against the pale neck he was nuzzled against.
At some point during the night the two had met in the middle of the bed, and all Harry could think about was how perfectly he fit in the larger man's arms and oh god he was so hard... Just then, Snape shifted in his sleep and Harry's thigh was suddenly pressed against the other man's groin, and it seemed that Snape was having a very good dream indeed, judging from the hardness he felt... the sleeping man gave a faint moan and thrust his hips slightly against Harry's leg, making the boy's own erection jump. This was so not good... he was wrapped in Snape's arms, they were both hard, and the other man was rubbing against him... it was a good thing he couldn't reach his arousal, because it would take very little for Harry to lose it and come in his pants right now. God, he hoped Snape wouldn't wake up now... was he talking in his sleep? Harry listened carefully, holding his breath, and heard... "Harry..."
He must have gasped or made some sound, because Snape suddenly stopped rocking, and stopped breathing. Harry thought quickly, and pretended to be asleep, evening out his breathing. It seemed to work, because Snape relaxed again.
Severus breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he realized that Harry was still asleep. What would have happened if the boy had woken first and found his disgusting old teacher... wrapped around him, aroused? Now if he could just extricate himself without waking Harry... not that he really wanted to. Harry felt perfect in his arms, and the fading afterimages of his erotic dream were superimposed on the reality of the pretty boy next to him. He forced himself, though, to slowly slide back on the bed, untangling their limbs. He looked down at Harry, and his cock ached even more; he had never allowed himself to think this way about the boy, but now, faced with the evidence before him, he was forced to admit to himself that he wanted the boy. Badly.
Snape disappeared into the bathroom, and Harry still lay still, trying to process everything. Had Snape been dreaming about him? Did the other man want him? That Snape had feelings at all, let alone sexual ones, was disconcerting at first. It was so much easier to think of the man as a one-dimensional personified sneer. But Harry had always been at least peripherally aware of the man's brooding aura, his dark and mysterious demeanor. He had to admit that in the last year or so he had had more than one fleeting thought about the man in a non-professorial way. But he did fantasize a lot, and being faced with the incontrovertible evidence of a hard cock against you was a bit more than fantasy. Well, it could be a really good fantasy, his libido supplied. Maybe this mission wouldn't be so bad... He reached for his glasses and put them on just as Snape emerged from the bathroom. "Good morning," he smiled, unable to resist. "Sleep well?
Harry was rewarded by an instant scarlet blush that colored Snape's usually pale skin. Touché.
Severus fumbled uncharacteristically for words. "Fine, thank you. You?"
Harry couldn't resist stretching sensually, making sure his shirt rode up briefly while watching the other man's gaze. "I feel great." There it was; a definite flick of those hooded eyes to his uncovered skin before Snape got control of himself again. He resisted the urge to grin triumphantly. A plan began to form.
Snape groaned inwardly. Why did the boy have to look so... delectable? And why the hell was his usually ordered subconscious providing him with such adjectives to describe his student? "Would you like to shower first or shall I?" he offered.
Harry's grin widened even more, contemplating them sharing a shower... "I don't mind, Severus," using the man's name deliberately. "Whatever you want." He stood up and casually pulled off his shirt.
Snape stared, then caught himself staring, then averted his eyes, saying, "Yes, well, I suppose I'll just have a shower first then..." He fled to the bathroom, sweating.
Harry watched him, trying not to smirk. Et tu, Professor Snape?
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To Harry's disappointment, Snape emerged from the bathroom some 20 minutes later fully dressed, but with his long hair damp, which Harry thought made him look sexy. Harry himself was lounging on the bed, idly flipping through the TV channels, still dressed only in his jeans and socks.
"Your turn," Snape announced, turning his back and messing with his bag. He had just managed to get the image of a shirtless Harry out of his mind long enough to wash his hair, and now it was back full force... he tried to ignore the fact that he could sense exactly where the boy was in the room behind him, felt the disturbance of the air as he passed behind him... it was almost as if Harry was deliberately teasing him. But that was ridiculous, Potter hated him. He glanced up as the boy went through the door; big mistake. Harry had just dropped his jeans to the floor and kicked them away, leaving him only in thin boxers, just before he shut the door behind him. Snape cursed colorfully to himself. He was not a pedophile... but Harry was hardly a child any more...
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Harry leaned against the closed door, grinning. Teasing Snape was entirely too much fun. Unfortunately, it was giving him a problem as well... he turned on the shower and pulled off his boxers, trying to ignore the fact that he was hard, for Snape, of all people...
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When Harry finally emerged, fully dressed, to Snape's mixed disappointment and relief, Snape had a laptop out and was online, looking for directions.
Harry cam up behind the teacher, leaning over the back of the chair casually, looking at the screen. "What are you looking for?"
Snape gritted his teeth, trying to ignore Harry's proximity, and how good he smelled... "The place where we will attempt to make contact with the people we seek."
"Cuir Noir?" Harry said with puzzlement, mangling the pronunciation.
"It's French," Snape said resignedly, and pronounced it correctly.
Harry's eyes widened. "Does that mean what it sounds like?" It had sounded like Snape had said, Queer something.
"Cuir Noir, means, roughly, Black Leather, but I do believe they meant it to be a clever play on words," explained Snape, trying not to blush. He wasn't used to discussing his sexual preferences with students. Especially this one. Alone in a hotel room, thousands of miles from Hogwarts... "It's a," he tried not to stumble on the words, "gay S&M/dance club."
Harry wasn't sure how to respond to that. "Oh," he answered, to cover the uncomfortable silence. "And we're going there?"
Snape stared at the computer screen intently, wishing it would swallow him up. He had been hoping that Dumbledore would have given Harry more of a clue what he was expected to do. "Yes. It's where we are to meet our contact."
"Cool!" replied Harry, deciding to give Snape something to think about. "I hear the gay clubs in LA are much better than the ones in London. I've been wanting to find out." With that, he turned his back on the shocked professor and started rummaging for something in his bag.
Some moments later, with difficulty, Snape managed to close his mouth.
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Chapter 4: Chapter 4
They had slept quite late, since they were jetlagged, but that was fine since the evening's festivities wouldn't start until later. They discussed the plans over a quick dinner. Tonight, they were just to make initial contact, see and be seen. Make an impression. Be convincing. They danced around the topic, successfully avoiding discussing exactly what they would have to do to be convincing. Finally, though, when they got back to the room, they had to get changed. Harry held up the small collection of leather straps that was his outfit.
"The headmaster has a sick sense of humor, doesn't he?" Harry mused as he inspected the costume.
Snape looked over at Harry and swallowed hard. If that was what the boy was wearing... he was in so much trouble. He looked down at his own outfit, less revealing but equally tight.
The older man didn't answer that question, but said, "I'll go change in the bathroom, you can change out here."
Harry smiled and said, "I'm supposed to parade around mostly naked in front of strangers yet I can't change in front of you?"
Snape took a deep breath and didn't answer, sweeping past him, carrying his clothes.
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Snape surveyed himself in the mirror. Normally he wouldn't be so critical of his appearance, but he wasn't normally going to be seen like this by someone he knew, much less Harry Potter. Leather pants that were Trojan tight, black mesh tank top that revealed more than it hid, black boots and various and assorted chains and spikes. His coal black hair and dark eyes went perfectly with the outfit, emphasizing the paleness of his skin. He knew he looked impressive. One definite alpha male, wrapped in leather. Now if his "pet" would be as convincing, they would have no problem. Time to go.
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Harry resisted the urge to giggle as he looked at himself in the mirror. He had always wanted an outfit like this, but he never thought Dumbledore would be the one to give it to him, or that he would be wearing it with Snape.
The straps of leather connected and covered the vital bits but just barely. Quite a lot of the Boy Who Lived was on display. He had to admit to himself that he looked pretty good, in an innocence-defiled sort of way. But, he supposed, that was sort of the point...
He saw, in the mirror, the door open behind him. Standing framed in the doorway was his Potions teacher.
"Fuck!" escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it. Snape was the personification of evil dark sexiness in that outfit, and as the tall man stalked across the room toward him, all the blood in Harry's body rushed to his cock and his mouth dropped open. His eyes roamed helplessly over Snape, but they kept returning to the man's leather-clad crotch. The material hugged perfectly, and Harry's eyes traced the outlines of... he swallowed and lifted his eyes again, expecting to meet a furious gaze. What he hadn't taken into account was that Snape would be similarly disconcerted by his own appearance. Snape looked stunned.
Though he had seen the boy's outfit as he had handed it to Harry, either his mind had refused to process it or he wasn't up to the task of actually imagining Potter in such a concoction. Either way, here he was... all of him... so much skin... That body, toned by years of Quidditch and adventure, golden skin and lithe muscles... peeking out at him from underneath very little leather... silver chain encircling his neck... Albus Dumbledore must either be a very kind or very cruel man, Snape wasn't sure which. If he had been in possession of his faculties at the moment, he would, he was sure, have been very amused by the situation. Two men, dressed (or undressed) in leather, gaping at each other across a small hotel room, completely senseless.
Only one thing marred the perfect picture of submission that was Harry; proving that some blood remained in his brain, Snape found his voice. "Um. Harry. Very, um, good. But. Your glasses..." He trailed off, hoping he wouldn't have to be more coherent than that right now.
Involuntarily, Harry's hand touched the wire frames. "Oh, I didn't think of that," he murmured, still unable to stop staring at the other man. But... "I can't see very well without them."
"I can do a temporary spell that will give you perfect sight," Snape said, regaining a bit of composure. "It will last about 8 hours. Or there is a permanent cure, but I'm afraid I don't have the ingredients with me to make that particular potion."
Harry knew there was a magical cure for his nearsightedness; but he had hung on to his glasses for some strange reason. Possibly because his father had worn them as well. But he had to admit that they didn't fit the image. "Can you do the spell, please?"
"Certainly," Snape said, reaching for his wand and realizing he didn't have it. It was in his coat. He retrieved it, hoping he could focus well enough to do the spell correctly. "Remove your glasses, please," he said. He pointed the wand and muttered, and all of a sudden Harry could see perfectly.
"Wow..." he said, looking at the taller man for the first time clearly, without glasses. It was more intimate somehow...
"One more thing," Snape said suddenly. "I'll have to do a spell to hide your scar. It makes you instantly recognizable to any wizard." He looked at Harry, guessing the scar had significance for him. "It will only be temporary, I assure you."
Harry nodded, and Snape muttered a spell, and Harry pushed his hair up off his forehead. "Is it hidden?"
Snape nodded, and found himself gazing deep into those emerald eyes, reflecting on how much more expressive they were without the lenses over them...
The alarm on Snape's watch sounded then, and both men jumped. Harry smiled and Snape scowled. "Showtime."
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They drove up to the club in silence, each lost in his own thoughts. They knew what they had to do; tonight was an initial appearance. They had to be seen, identify their contact, and that was about it. It would take a bit of time to gain trust.
Snape shifted in his seat, trying to ignore the embodiment of sex next to him. The boy wore a long leather coat over his outfit, but it hung open. Harry's legs were spread slightly, and the older man felt his eyes drawn to the smooth inner thighs, leading up and up... he forced his eyes back to the road before they had an accident. Driving on the wrong side of the bloody road was bad enough without being distracted by a leather-coated Harry. He watched the addresses; they were close.
Harry was trying not to grin manically; he knew his was an important mission, but he knew he looked good, he was going to get to dance, and he damn well felt like putting on a show for Snape. He found he really liked the way the man looked at him, and wanted to feel more than his eyes on him. He was going to enjoy every moment of acting like he was Snape's pet. He wanted a drink, then he wanted to dance and rub himself all over Severus. He was half-hard already, and knew it would be obvious in this outfit.
Snape managed to park, and got out of the car, trying to adjust his trapped erection in the tight leather pants. Damn sexy boy... he remembered something and got one more item out of the car. He walked around the side of the car where Harry stood waiting. Keeping his eyes firmly on the boy's face, he held up a long silver leash.
Harry tried not to grin as he stepped closer to Snape, turning his head to expose his neck where the leash would fasten to the collar. He heard Snape's quick indrawn breath, then the man's hands were fastening the leash. Harry realized this was the first time he had touched him since they had both put on the leather.
Snape finished, and closed his eyes. "Are you ready for this?" He wasn't just asking Harry.
But his eyes flew open and looked at the boy with trepidation when he got his answer: "Do I look ready?"
Snape decided not to answer, and led him to the door of the club.
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Though there was a line at the door, their attire seemed to be impressive enough that the bouncer gestured for them to go right in. Snape walked in front, holding the leash, and Harry followed slightly behind. Harry felt a bit silly, until he looked around and saw that most of the clientele was similarly attired. He also noticed they were attracting a lot of attention as they walked though the crowd. Snape seemed to know what he was doing, so Harry just followed him like a dutiful little pet. He tried not to think about the game they were playing, and how good Snape looked in the leather pants... if he stared at that ass any more, he was going to get aroused. A fact that would be painfully obvious in this outfit. But he couldn't deny the fact that this little illusion really did turn him on. He hoped it didn't disgust the older man.
Snape found his usual imperious sneer served him well in this environment. It had been a few years since he had been here, but the club hadn't changed much. The pets just seemed younger, if anything. He glanced around; they seemed to fit in perfectly; except for the fact that Harry was a lot more attractive than most of the pets here. He caught himself in that thought. That attitude would cause him problems. But it was true... They reached the table, and Snape gave a small tug on Harry's leash to indicate they should stop here. He stepped closer to the boy, and leaned in close to his ear to speak. He tried to ignore the proximity of all that uncovered flesh.
Harry shivered as he felt the man's hot breath on his neck. So close... he realized that Snape was only getting this close to speak to him, to make it look like something else. Nevertheless, it gave him goosebumps and made him half-hard. The man's voice dripped sex normally, and when they were both dressed like this, so close to each other... he tried to concentrate on what Snape was telling him.
"Take off the coat," he whispered, and settled down in a chair as if to watch.
Harry understood that he was expected to put on a show. Well, he could do that. He felt dozens of eyes on him, but the coal black ones in front of him were the only ones he cared about at the moment. He grinned slightly, lowering his eyes and letting the long leather coat slide off of one mostly bare shoulder. He watched out of the corner of his eye to make sure Snape was watching.
Snape couldn't have stopped watching if he had wanted to; and he really didn't want to. He tried to tell himself it was part of the act, he had to act possessive over Harry; but he couldn't deny the erection the boy was causing. Harry was pure sex in that outfit, and he couldn't help himself. Half the rest of the club was watching, too.
Harry stopped the coat at his elbow, and let the other shoulder slide down. Now the coat hung off him, and he was uncovered from the waist up. He turned around, back to Snape, bent over slightly and let the coat slide down farther, just past his ass.
Snape stared hard at the boy's revealed skin; the small outfit barely covered the cleft of Harry's ass and framed it perfectly. His cock grew harder.
Bending over like this in front of Snape aroused Harry completely; he realized that would be very obvious when he turned around. There was nothing he could do about it, however. He let the coat drop the rest of the way before he turned around again. He stood, head bowed, like a good pet waiting for approval. He could hear whistles and shouts behind him, but he ignored them. Snape still held the leash, and now Harry felt the tug indicating he should come closer. He still didn't raise his eyes, however, but he felt like he could feel Severus' eyes all over him.
Harry wasn't wrong. Snape was totally captivated, and had almost forgotten why they were here. His eyes roamed over Harry's body, coming to rest on the leather that covered his... huge erection... There was no mistaking it, Harry was very hard. Snape's hand shook as he pulled Harry closer.
Harry thought quickly; he dropped to his knees in front of Snape. He bowed his head, resting his forehead on his master's knee, as his cock throbbed, turned on more than he could have imagined by playing this game. He waited, breathing hard.
Snape moaned; he couldn't believe it; Harry was doing the perfect thing. Not to mention the fact that it was an incredible turn-on to see the sexy half-naked boy on his knees in front of him. He almost forgot about their mission and dragged him out of the place right then. But, he knew the game. He let Harry kneel for a few minutes, then buried one hand in the unruly hair, lifting the boy's head, before he tugged on the leash, indicated he should rise. Then he pulled on the leash again, pulling the boy onto his lap, placing a hand on the boy's thigh and leaning in to whisper to him, "Good job."
Harry nearly moaned; he tried to slide back on Severus' lap so he could rub against the hardness he was sure he could see; but the man wouldn't let him. So he settled for leaning back against Snape's chest, slinging an arm around his neck, and nuzzling his neck. God, the man smelled good enough to eat...
Severus tried not to groan; he had a lapful of sexy boy and a raging erection. He tried to remind himself why this was a problem. He wasn't thinking very well, though. He tried to cast his eyes around the club to see if their contact might be here already. He had a vague description; he had been told he would know him when he saw him. Snape hated vagueness. White hair ~ not gray, not blond, but white ~ and other "distinguishing" physical characteristics was all he had been able to find out. He looked around the club; but from where they were sat he could only see part of the surrounding area. The dance floor was in the middle of the room, and rotated; grudgingly he admitted that the best way to see everyone in the club, and to be seen, was to get out on the dance floor. Doubtless that was the intent of the designers. Snape looked with trepidation at the mix of humanity currently gyrating; it made him feel old. Not that an older master with a much younger pet was that unusual; he just felt self-conscious, still. Then Harry wiggled some more, and he realized that on the dance floor he would be able to touch the boy, feel him against him... could he handle it? They would soon find out.
Harry had been looking around the club as well; he didn't know who they sought, however, so he settled for watching the rest of the clientele enviously. As much as he wanted it, his and Severus' relationship was fake; these people had the real thing. These people would grind on the dance floor, then go home and fuck each other senseless. His breathing quickened as he pictured writhing underneath Severus; the man normally exuded dominant sexual vibes, but now... it was nearly too much for him. He needed Severus, needed him badly. He hoped they would get to dance, at least, so he could act the part he was playing. He loved to dance, and to dance with Snape, dressed like this... hell, he would be lucky if he didn't come in his... leather strap. Damn seventeen-year old hormones...
Snape sighed, leaning forward to whisper in Harry's ear. "We need to dance." The boy looked at him in surprise, so he went on, "I don't see our contact. We need to be where he can see us."
Harry nodded, mutely, like a good pet, trying not to grin too widely. He slid off Snape's lap onto the floor once more, kneeling, eyes down, so his master could get up. He felt a tug on his chain that indicated he should rise, and he followed Snape to the dance floor.
Snape wound his way through the crowd on the dance floor. He chose the perfect spot, and pulled Harry in front of him. He really liked seeing Harry on a leash... too much. Not to mention the rest of the nubile package. He pulled the boy close and murmured, "I trust you know what to do?"
Harry nodded, and threw himself into the trance-like beat, moving to the music, closing his eyes until he found the perfect rhythm. Then he opened his eyes, and he felt like a different person. He moved closer to Snape, using every beat, every tone to his advantage, weaving himself into the music until he was part of it. He loved dancing, loved finding the perfect beat, losing himself in it, writhing to it. And now every beat, every inch he moved closer to Snape made the sexual tension rise; he felt like an animal stalking its prey. His cock throbbed, his heart raced, all his skin tingled; he stared at the dark-haired man, and danced.
Snape moved to the music too, but nothing like Harry; he couldn't take his eyes from the transformation that came over the teen when he started dancing. He watched Harry's approach is if it was slow motion, caught in the boy's spell, inexorably. He knew they had to have an audience; sexuality as palpable as the sparks they were creating couldn't go unnoticed. But for a long moment, the only thing he wanted to see, the only thing he could see, was Harry. Then the boy was pressed against him, those slim hips sliding against him, the boy's hands on Snape's hips as he guided them to move together.
Harry was shorter by inches; so he settled for straddling Snape's thigh and riding it, one thigh now pressed against the professor's hardness. Green eyes flashed up at ebony; each could feel the hardness of the other, and all bets were off.
Snape moaned; then he took charge, sliding his hands down Harry's nearly nude back, all the way down to cup the boy's ass and pull him tighter, closer. Harry's arms went around his neck, the silver chain shifting so it dangled over his back now.
They moved together, then apart, grinding with the beat of the song. The song never ended, just morphed smoothly into another, so soon there was a new beat to try, to play with.
Snape pushed Harry away and spun him, so that the chain wrapped around the boy's upper arms, and pulled him back again. This put Harry's back to Snape's front, and he left the chain wrapped around. Severus dropped one hand to Harry's chest, dragging it down, feeling the muscles tense under his fingers. He stopped his hand just above the boy's belt, and Snape fancied he could hear a whimper above the music.
Harry loved the feeling of being trapped against the older man; when the hand stopped, he pushed his ass back against Severus in protest. He could feel the delicious hardness dig into his lower back and moaned; too damn close to his favorite position. He was beginning to forget why they were here.
Snape wasn't far behind. The intoxicating feeling of Harry against him was almost too much. But he forced his eyes to glance up now and then, to look at the other dancers, the crowd watching avidly. It wasn't easy. All he could think about was being buried deep inside Harry, spending his need inside that ass that so tormented him... He jerked suddenly.
There he was. His source was right, there was no mistaking him. The man who was sitting at the back of the club had two-inch long, spiked white hair, that stood straight up from his head. His ears were encrusted with platinum studs and hoops all along their edge. He was dressed in white leather. But the thing that made Snape absolutely sure this was the man they sought was his eyes; the man's eyes glowed blue. Not just blue contacts; Snape thought at first the man was wearing the kind of contacts that covered the whole eye, sclera and all; but as the floor moved them closer he could see the glow, and he could tell this was no Muggle invention. Only magic could make the man's eyes glow like that. They had found their contact. And the man was staring straight back at them.
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Despite the fact that Snape now knew exactly who they were supposed to meet, he tried his best to keep up the act they were playing. He leaned down to whisper in Harry's delicate shell of an ear ... he reminded himself to focus..., and told him where to look. "That's him."
Harry dragged himself out of the fantasy his mind was savoring. It involved being on his knees in front of Severus... He looked, and tried not to stare, at the man with the glowing eyes. He shivered as the man's eyes lingered on his body, and he felt exposed more than ever. He noted the man was surrounded by people, and at his feet knelt two pets, one male and one female. Apparently the man was an equal opportunity master. Or greedy.
Severus ran his hands possessively over Harry, as he caught the man's gaze deliberately. The man nodded to him, and Snape knew he had been acknowledged. He tried to calm the irrational anger he felt at the way the man's eyes traveled over Harry's exposed form. He could do this. With any luck, the man would be in Azkaban within the week. Selling magic to Muggles was an automatic life imprisonment. They just had to prove it. And locate their base of operations.
Harry felt Snape pull him off the dance floor and went reluctantly. He was having too much fun feeling the man's body against him. He walked behind Snape as they wound their way back to the table.
Snape didn't want to leave the dance floor either, because it meant not having a reason to touch Harry constantly. But the initial contact had been made, and now he had to wait for the man to approach him. He couldn't seem too eager, or it would look suspicious. So he sat down, and pulled Harry onto his lap again, so he could talk to him more easily. Of course, that was the only reason... he smirked to himself. He really was starting to ache from being hard so long.
Harry tried not to grin too much as he was pulled onto Snape's leather-covered lap. He could get used to this. He wiggled around, determined to drive the other man as crazy as possible. Severus wanted him, he could feel he was hard as a rock. Why didn't he just give in and take him? He would just have to drive the man to it... he wrapped his arms around Snape once again, letting one arm brush against a nipple, to see how sensitive he was. He rested his head on the man's shoulder, and he distinctly felt the sharp intake of breath his action caused. He grinned.
"Stop," breathed Snape, putting one hand on Harry's bare thigh and resisting the urge to run it upwards.
"Why?" pouted Harry, in Snape's ear. "I... want..."
"Here he comes," whispered Snape urgently, regretfully cutting off what Harry had to say. He looked up to see the man approaching, followed by two large, obvious bodyguards but no pets. He gave Harry a small nudge and the boy took the hint, sliding off his lap onto the floor, kneeling. Snape stood up as the man stopped in front of him.
"Lovely pet," the man said, in what sounded like a Dutch or German accent, Snape couldn't tell for sure over the music.
Snape nodded and said, "Thank you. He is not yet fully trained, but has... potential."
The man grinned ferally and took a step closer to Harry. Harry didn't like the way the man was looking at him. He met Harry's eyes. "Yes, he is... impertinent, isn't he? I am... something of an expert in training. I would love to assist you..."
Harry looked down to hide the panic in his eyes. No, no... this hadn't entered his mind, that this might happen... he could act this part, because of Severus, but... he sighed in relief as he heard Snape's response.
"No, thank you for the kind offer, but I don't let anyone else touch my pets until they are fully trained. Makes them more... amenable, I find." Snape said smoothly. There was no way he was letting anyone else get their hands on *his* Harry... The possessive thought surprised him, but he had to focus. "My name is Nero." He didn't offer his hand to shake. "We're from out of town. I haven't been here for a few years. I was a friend of Aramis." He dropped the name, hoping the association was still a good one and would get him in the man's good graces. The insinuation should be enough.
"Ah, of course," the man nodded, obviously changing his evaluation of Snape. He seemed more interested now. "Well," he smiled secretively. "If you're around tomorrow, you might, um..." he looked around quickly, "You might find something to interest you."
"Excellent," agreed Snape, trying not to look too pleased. This was what he was hoping for. He was hoping he hadn't gone soft, forgotten how to play the game. "I might do that. At the moment though," he gave Harry's leash a sharp jerk, "This one needs a bit more, shall we say, private training," he purred, smirking at the man and Harry in turn.
The man laughed. "Yes, I can see that." He paused, running his creepy eyes all over the boy and making Snape clench his jaw. "My offer still stands," he added, with a wistful look at all that unmarked skin.
Snape chose to ignore that remark, though it sent a chill through him and Harry both. He tugged on the boy's leash again, and Harry stood up. "Thank you, and perhaps we'll see each other tomorrow." He pulled at Harry's leash and said, "Let's go."
Harry just managed to grab his coat on the way out, but had no time to put it on. He felt the man's eyes on him as he followed Snape out of the club. He had a bad feeling about this.
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They got back to the hotel uneventfully; Snape didn't say anything at all during the drive, and Harry was afraid the mood from the club had been broken. He decided not to push anything until they were alone in the hotel room once again. The ride back seemed longer than ever.
Snape was deep in thought; he was trying to keep his mind on the mission and playing it right tomorrow; but it was extremely difficult with Harry so close, so unclothed and the way the boy was squirming... they pulled into the parking lot.
Harry thought about putting on the coat, but he felt hot, so he just slung it over his shoulder. He held out the leash to Snape as they walked up to the room, but the other man just blushed and walked ahead with the key. Harry grinned to himself.
For some reason, Severus seemed to be having a hell of a time unlocking the door. He suddenly realized that he had forgotten to ask for the room to be changed, and they still only had one bed. His body cheered. He resisted the urge to pound his head against the doorframe as he held the door open for Harry. His eyes automatically went to the boy's ass as he walked by. He was in trouble.
For his part, Harry was deciding how to play this; for all their dancing, this would be awkward. They had been playing a part there, but now... if he pushed too hard, Snape might well back off. And he didn't want that at all...
He waited until Snape had secured the door before letting his chain fall to the table with an audible metallic sound. "Did I do ok?" he asked, smiling slightly, looking up at the dark-haired man through his lashes.
Snape turned to Harry, eyes averted. "You did perfectly. Thank you." He took a deep breath and made himself meet those green eyes. "Tomorrow night will be the tricky part."
Harry licked his lips, feeling warm under that dark gaze even though the room was cool. "It was my pleasure, Severus. You dance well." He stopped there, letting the rest go unsaid for now.
Snape snorted. "I can imagine your surprise at that." He looked away again. "You dance... magnificently." He took a deep breath. He hadn't meant to say that. It had just slipped out.
"I wasn't surprised," Harry replied softly, taking a step closer to the other man. He wouldn't let Snape slip back into his usual cold self.
"No?" Snape said, startled, as he looked up and found the boy closer than he had thought. "You don't find it odd that your nasty old Potions professor dresses like this and dances?"
Harry smiled, taking another step so that he was only about a foot from Snape now. "Not old. Not nasty. Just very sexy."
"You can't mean that, Harry," Snape whispered, unable to tear his eyes away from the boy in front of him.
"I love the way you say my name," Harry said softly. "Do you have any idea how sexy your voice is? How incredibly hot you are?"
Snape was shaking his head, trying to back away but the backs of his legs were against the bed now. "No," he said.
"No?" Harry said, closing the distance between them. "I say yes. I know you want me. I felt it. And you know I want you." He pressed himself against the other man, so there was no doubt; his erection pressed into Snape's thigh.
"We... we can't..." Snape had to try several times to make his voice work, and he knew it sounded weak.
"Why not?" demanded Harry, taking hold of Snape's hands and placing them on his ass, on the bare skin that was exposed.
"You know damn well why not," Snape said, but he didn't move his hands. He cursed his own weakness. "You're a minor. I'm your teacher. The list goes on." Still, his hands would not seem to move.
"Only for a few more months, on both those counts," Harry reminded him, sliding one hand under Snape's shirt. "And I am over the age of consent."
"Enough to get me fired, still," Snape said, but it ended in a gasp as Harry brushed against a nipple, and his hands still hadn't moved. He knew that this wasn't strengthening his case. Harry's skin was so smooth under his hands, the boy's body pressed against him so perfectly...
"I won't tell," promised Harry, rocking against Snape slowly, and he slid one hand between them, rubbing against the other man's hard length. He watched as Snape's eyes fluttered shut. "And do you really think that Dumbledore expects nothing to happen between us, given the nature of this mission?"
At the mention of the headmaster's name, Snape found some of his strength. He moved his hands, taking Harry's wandering hands in his, and removing them reluctantly from his body. He held Harry's hands in his, and looked into those beautiful eyes. "Harry," he pleaded. "Please understand. I want you. Badly. But we can't."
Harry resisted the urge to pout. He didn't want to appear more of a child than he already did. But god, he wanted to. "You don't know what you're missing," he whispered, drawing one of Snape's fingers into his mouth and sucking on it.
Severus' responding moan almost made Harry come right then. He closed his eyes; the sight of any part of his body disappearing into that seductive mouth would undo him. He finally found his voice as he removed his finger from Harry's mouth. "Believe me, the thought haunts me. More than you know, Harry. But, now, I am afraid I need a shower. A very cold one. Then we will sleep, and only sleep. We have a very dangerous day tomorrow."
Harry watched as Snape withdrew his hands and, without another look, went to the bathroom. The door closed, and Harry gave into the urge to pout. "Professor Snape," he whispered to himself, "You can't resist forever. You're mine."
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Harry woke to the sound of Snape's glorious voice. He stretched, vaguely disappointed that he hadn't got the chance to grope the other man while asleep. In fact, he seemed to have fallen asleep before Severus even returned from his shower, as he couldn't remember the man coming to bed at all. He hoped that he hadn't slept in the chair again. He fumbled for his glasses since the spell improving his eyesight seemed to have worn off. He slipped them on and focused on the dark-haired man, sat in a chair and talking on the telephone. Harry had never realized how odd that would look, Severus Snape on a phone; the wizard held it gingerly as if he mistrusted it.
"Yes, Headmaster," he was saying. "All is well." A pause. "Yes." Another pause. "No." Snape sighed. He didn't like Muggle devices such as this, but time was of the essence and owls would take too long at this point. Even so, they couldn't speak plainly in case there was someone listening. "Yes, tonight we shall see some new sights. Perhaps run into some old friends. Yes, if your friends are there it might be a good idea. Right." Dumbledore wished them well, and asked after Harry. "He is well." Did he detect a note of a snigger in the old wizard's voice or was it his conscience bothering him? "We are managing."
Then Dumbledore signed off, saying, "You are far from home, in exceptional circumstances, Severus. Sometimes things develop which were unexpected. Completely understandable. Good day, Severus." Snape held the phone until the dial tone returned. What was the headmaster implying? Had he just given his blessing to Snape and Harry's... no, they hadn't done anything... Snape replaced the phone on its cradle, confused.
"Everything ok?" Harry asked, wondering what was troubling Snape. The man looked sexy as ever, dressed in jeans and a casual shirt once again, hair still damp from the shower.
Snape looked over at Harry, then looked away. He really wished the boy would sleep in more clothes... he tried to forget the image of the boy kneeling before him, and on his lap... "Sorry I woke you, but I had to report to Professor Dumbledore."
Harry stretched, letting the covers fall away from him, hoping Snape would look at him like that again. He wore only boxers to bed. He wondered what Snape wore to bed when he was alone... "S'ok. Did you," he grinned salaciously, "sleep well, Severus?"
Snape glanced over sharply at the boy, then made himself look away; the boy's smooth chest skin were tempting him again... "Yes, thank you."
"When are we going back to the club?" Harry asked, yawning. They had been out late, and had slept late, since they were still jetlagged. It was afternoon.
"Not until about nine pm," answered Snape.
"I could really use some exercise," Harry said, sitting on the edge of the bed in just his boxers. He noted the other man wasn't looking at him. "Do you suppose this hotel has a gym?"
Snape tried not to think of Harry, all sweaty and working out. Of course, that made the image even clearer. "I don't know." He picked up the hotel guide. "It says they don't have facilities, but they have an agreement with a nearby club so you can use their facilities for a nominal fee."
"That's good. Do you mind? Unless," He looked flirtatiously at the older man, "There's something else you want to do?" He wasn't going to let Snape off the hook. He knew he wanted him.
Snape dropped his eyes. "Actually, some exercise might be a rather good idea," he agreed, hoping he could work off some of this frustration.
Harry tried not to grin triumphantly. He would get to see Snape in workout clothes...
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They entered the locker room after signing in. Everything in the place sparkled an intense white trimmed in sky blue. Snape felt like he was inside an exceptionally clean plastic cloud. Why was everything in this country so bloody antiseptic? They were already dressed in shorts, so they just picked a locker and stuffed their bags in. Harry also removed his sweat shirt and threw it in, leaving him in a tank top and shorts. He saw Snape's eyes flick over him before the older man turned away. He tried not to smirk. He noticed that Snape was keeping his own sweatshirt on. What a shame to hide such a glorious body. Snape's legs were incredible. "You're going to get awfully hot like that," he said as neutrally as possible.
Snape averted his eyes from the sight of Harry bending over to tie his shoe. He was wearing the long sweatshirt because it covered his crotch, and he suspected that the boy was going to try his best to give him something to hide. Not that he had to do much; Harry's shorts hugged him nicely and reminded him of the leather outfit the boy had worn last night. He decided not to answer.
They started on stationary bikes; they rode side by side. Even the perky music blaring from the omnipresent speakers couldn't completely destroy his good mood. He liked being with Harry. The boy was very funny, making constant comments on everything and everyone. Snape even found himself smiling occasionally. And the physical exertion actually did relieve his frustration somewhat. As long as he didn't look at Harry too much.
Harry was having a great time. He loved exercising; unfortunately, it didn't seem to be reducing his desire for Severus one bit. He started trying to figure out ways to seduce the Potions master. He couldn't seem to wipe the devious grin off his face. He was looking forward to tonight with great anticipation, even though he knew there might be danger. It was an adventure, and another chance to seduce Severus.
They moved on to the weight machines, and Harry was impressed by the amount of weight that Snape piled on at each station. The man was even stronger than he looked, and Harry wanted nothing more than to feel that strength pinning him down to a bed. Or floor. Or wall...
Severus wasn't really trying to show off; but his erection kept threatening to come back and he thought if he distracted himself with heavy weights it might go away. It worked for a while, though, until he looked up to see that Harry had managed to position himself directly across from him on an inner thigh machine. A machine that required the boy to spread his legs wide apart with every repetition. He dragged his eyes up to Harry's face to see a wicked grin on that pretty face. Damn the boy...
Harry really was having too much fun baiting the professor. Unfortunately, it was having a similar effect on him. He decided not to hide it, though, not as if he could. He liked Snape's eyes on him. He got up and walked over to where Snape was sitting on the butterfly machine. He stood directly in front of the black-haired man. He saw Snape look, and look away. "I think I'm ready," he paused, "to stop. They have a Jacuzzi..." he said, hopefully.
Snape looked up at the boy's face in panic. He was losing it... "No! I... don't have a bathing suit," he stammered, clearly about to lose his composure.
Harry leaned down and murmured, "I don't mind. Neither do I..."
"Harry!" Snape said in a curiously strangled voice, standing up and pulling his sweatshirt down quickly. "No Jacuzzi."
Harry laughed and followed Snape back to the locker room. "Ok," he said resignedly. "Just a shower then?"
Snape eyed the communal shower with distrust. "I think not," he said, picturing him trying to shower near Harry when aroused. "It's only a short walk back to the room. I'll shower there."
Harry sighed and gathered his things. They went back to the room.
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Harry tried his best, but Snape locked the door when he showered and dressed. He, however, deliberately left the door open a few inches to tempt Snape.
Snape groaned and tried to read a newspaper but couldn't keep his eyes from straying to the door to the bathroom. He kept catching tantalizing glimpses of smooth flesh through the gap. It was almost worse than if the boy were to parade around naked in front of him. Well, almost.
Harry finally emerged, wearing jeans but no shirt. Snape sighed.
They decided to go out to get some dinner, then it would be time to get ready for the club.
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Harry soon discovered that there were a few other interesting items of clothing that had been provided. Digging around in the suitcase, he found a pair of very small black leather shorts. He found a tight black t-shirt and using a pair of scissors, ripped it nearly to shreds. The shreds now made a token covering of his upper body, showing more than it covered. He wore the boots once again. He was peering in the mirror, putting on some black eyeliner when Snape emerged from the bathroom. Their eyes met in the mirror. Harry whirled around, mesmerized once again.
Snape was wearing the black leather pants again. But this time he was shirtless, just a black leather jacket over his bare chest. That was enough to make Harry drool as it was. But something else was different, something that Harry hadn't thought would make a huge difference but it did.
The Potions master had his hair pulled back into a ponytail.
Harry stared, and decided that as sexy as he found Severus already, the severe look of the pulled back hair combined with the black leather made him want to tie himself to the bed and submit right now. Completely. He made a strangled sound at the back of his throat as all the blood in his body rushed happily to his cock.
If he hadn't been so incredibly turned on by the sight of Harry in the new outfit, the boy's reaction to his appearance might have been comical. But he wasn't thinking straight either. How was he supposed to concentrate in a dangerous situation with *that* next to him?
Harry recovered first, and a wicked grin spread across his face as he grabbed the silver chain off the table and walked over to Snape. He held it out to the older man and raised his chin, baring his neck submissively.
"Stop it," growled Snape.
"What?" Harry grinned, mock innocent.
"Let's go," Snape snapped. Before I say fuck the mission and fuck you instead, he added to himself.
Snape reapplied the eyesight charm, and they were ready.
They headed for the club once again.
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Just like before, they were ushered into the loud darkness without so much as a question. Harry had left the coat behind tonight and was enjoying all the attention he was getting. As well as the murderous stares Severus was giving his admirers.
They settled at a table once again, Harry climbing immediately onto Snape's lap, much too eagerly in his opinion. Snape had to try to keep Harry away from his groin so he could think properly. Harry was having way too much fun. The boy knew exactly how much he wanted him. Damn it.
"Can we dance?" Harry breathed into the older man's ear, sending shivers up and down Snape's spine.
"No," Snape said, more forcefully than he had intended. If he had to have Harry rubbing all over him a second night in a row, he would *not* be able to resist. He could only take so much. "It's not necessary."
Harry pouted. He was hoping for another chance to tempt the dark-haired wizard. He wiggled slightly, hoping to slide back on the smooth leather-clad lap. Snape held him firmly. He pouted more and concentrated on breathing softly on the man's neck.
Snape was just about to tell Harry to stop tormenting him when he saw the blue-eyed man making his way across the club toward them. Harry felt Snape's focus change and looked up as well, suppressing a shudder. He didn't like the creepy man at all. He felt Snape's nudge and slid off onto the floor.
"Hello, wonderful to see you again," drawled the man, his accent more pronounced tonight. "I wonder if you'd like to come with me into the back room? We have many more... entertainments there."
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Snape and Harry followed the still-nameless man through the leather-clad crowd and through a door that neither of them had noticed before. The door shut behind them, cutting off the music, and allowing them to hear the much more subtle music that was being played in here. Snape glanced around to see the source of the music; a trio of instruments stood on a stage. A cello, a piano and a flute; but no one was playing them. Yet music was pouring out. Snape extended his senses to determine that they were enchanted by means of magic, not Muggle technology. That in itself was enough for an official inquiry from the Ministry of Magic. He looked around to see other signs of magic, all subtle yet quite illegal. He glanced at Harry, who raised his eyebrows. He had apparently noticed the use of magic as well. They were in the right place.
The man led them to a sunken area, filled with long couches and soft pillows on the floor. Several obvious masters sat on the couches while their pets kneeled before them on the floor.
"Please, join us," the white-haired man said with a flourish. "Everyone! I must present Nero, a new friend, and his lovely pet."
There were a few murmured greetings, and Snape nodded as he sank down on an unoccupied couch. Harry took the hint and kneeled by Snape's boots, glancing around surreptitiously. The other occupants of the room were eyeing them, the masters more subtly and the pets more obviously. He didn't like the way a few of them were looking at his master, and he had moved closer to Severus before he realized he had referred to Snape as his master in his own mind. He blushed slightly, and dropped his head to hide it. He tried to tell himself he was just getting into his role.
Snape looked around as he exchanged pleasantries with the other people there. He accepted a drink but didn't sip at it. He had to try to fit in, to convince these people he could be trusted. He needed to see the evidence of the magic drug with his own eyes before they could bring this to an end. As much misuse of magic as he had seen so far, it wasn't enough. He had to make sure there was some of the drug on the premises. He just wasn't sure what the game was.
The music changed, and one of the masters gave his pet a nudge. The person scrambled to their feet and went up to a cleared space in front of the couches and began to dance.
The pet was clothed in yards of shimmering silk; at first, Snape had taken the person for a female because of the shimmery clothing. But then the person began to dance. The person was graceful and knew how to move; but Snape would bet his wand that was no female under there.
Harry was watching too; he felt an unreasonable jealousy when he glanced up to see Snape watching. He too had guessed the pet was male. Harry was envious as well; he knew he would never be able to move like that.
The boy wore a veil, and aquamarine eyes flashed above it. Nearly every inch of flesh was covered, but as he danced faster, glimpses of flesh tantalized briefly as the silk twirled. The music and the dance were decidedly Arabian, even though the boy had blond hair, just peeking out from under the veils. Then the boy started to let the veils go, one at a time, as he twirled. Each creamy bit of flesh that was revealed was met with cheers of encouragement. Soon the boy danced only in a sheer loincloth, which revealed as much as it hid. Snape had to admit the boy was lovely, but he truly had eyes only for the boy at his feet. He wished he could communicate that to Harry; the younger wizard looked upset.
Harry tried not to pout as Snape watched the dancer. He had no right to feel so possessive, but he did. This wasn't a good sign.
Next, a female pet took the stage, and the music changed. She began to sing in a language that Snape didn't recognize. But the tune and the feeling was of sadness. The girl sang beautifully, and the applause at the end was genuine.
There was a pause after the singer left the stage. It occurred to Snape that this was a way for the masters to show off their pets. It also occurred to him, as the white haired man approached, that Harry might be required to perform as well. This wasn't good. It might be a test.
"Ah, Nero," purred the man with the glowing blue eyes, "And what sort of talents does your lovely pet possess? We would be very anxious to see." The rest of the gathering murmured its assent.
"As I said," Snape began, trying to think quickly, "This one is still in training."
"Yes, I do recall you saying that," the man answered, and to Snape's ears he sounded suspicious. "But for what is he being trained?"
"Sex, of course," Snape answered haughtily, certain that the audience wouldn't demand a performance of that.
"Well, of course," purred the man in agreement. Snape began to worry even more. "Just a small display? As insolent as he is, I'm certain he must be very good with his mouth," the man finished suggestively.
Harry tried not to groan, trying to keep his eyes on the floor in front of him. This man meant to get his hands on him for certain. This was so not good...
Snape thought fast; but not fast enough. The man with the glowing eyes spoke again, and the rest of the audience was sitting forward with interest. "If you are the shy type, I'm sure you will find no lack of volunteers on which your pet may practice," he suggested, and there was a general murmur of assent. "I, of course, would be more than honored to offer my own, er, services."
Harry stared desperately at Severus' boots, afraid to look up, afraid of what he would have to do. He had never dreamed it would go this far. No, no...
Snape knew they were in trouble; he had to play along, they were so close to finishing this. He looked into those eerie eyes and read the triumph there. The man thought he had them, would have his cake and eat it too. He thought there was no way Snape would do it, this was a game within a game. Well, as much as he wanted to win, he wouldn't let anyone else touch Harry. Couldn't. Would not. As much as he wished to resist the charms of his beautiful student, he was more than certain that in the long run it would be best if it were him and not some stranger. His body reacted treacherously to the decision, his cock springing to life at the mere thought of Harry's mouth on him. He suspected he was not making an entirely rational decision, but there was no help for it. "As I said before," he purred, dangerously low as he stood, towering over the man, "No one touches him. No one but me." He paused, to let the statement sink in. "If, however, you wish a show, I believe we can provide it."
Harry still stared at the floor, trying not to grin in triumph. Snape had done it, protected him, and not incidentally given him the opportunity to touch him. True, in front of an audience was perhaps not the best place for a first sexual encounter, but it would have to do. And he meant to make damn sure that one taste of Harry's talents would undo Snape's iron resolve to resist.
Snape watched the white-haired man closely; this was a gamble. Would he push it? Black eyes met glowing blue, and finally the man said, "As you wish," and stepped out of the way. He gestured, and the music changed once again. A driving beat, sultry guitar, words that spoke of desire. Appropriate.
Snape tugged on the chain, and Harry stood quickly, following his "master" to the stage. He pulled sharply, bringing Harry's face close to his, so he could speak. "Forgive me, I did the best I could," he whispered.
"Don't apologize," smirked Harry, out of sight of the audience. "Just *enjoy*." Then he dropped back to his knees as Snape's stomach gave a lurch. Oh shit.
Snape stood on the stage, Harry kneeling on the floor on front of him, back to the audience. He stood, not sure what to do, but Harry had taken over.
With his back to the watching people, Harry found it easier to throw himself into his task. After all, this was something he had been wanting to do, and he intended to make sure Snape enjoyed every second. He threw himself into it. He looked up at the sexy professor, catching the dark eyes as he licked his lips. He looked at the obvious bulge stretching the front of the leather trousers and rubbed his cheek against it, savoring. Then he reached for the man's belt. Slowly, ever so slowly, he unbuckled it, making sure to rub as much as possible against the hardness.
Snape bit his lip. He wanted this, yet he didn't, but he did... he was torn in several directions but the prevailing sensation was right now freeing his aching cock from its confines. He couldn't deny he wanted it, badly; the evidence was right now staring Harry in the face. He drew a deep breath, embarrassment at being so exposed in front of an audience quickly being consumed by desire for the boy's sweet mouth on him.
Harry reverently reached into the parted trousers and wrapped slightly trembling fingers around the hard flesh. Snape's erection was as perfect as he had imagined from its feel through clothes; thick and velvet and hard as steel. And it was all his to suckle, to caress, to ravish. He was really going to enjoy this, and not coincidentally drive Snape mad and provide their audience a good show. He enjoyed sucking cock, and he had been thinking about doing this to Severus for days now. And from the look of Snape's hard arousal, he wasn't at all upset by the prospect. He pulled gently, drawing out the hard length, impressed by its thickness. "Mmm, Severus," he murmured, just loud enough for the man to hear. "You're so big..."
Harry's words and his actions were driving Snape out of his right mind, convincing him that this was indeed the right thing to do, that it was in fact the only thing to do, that the boy absolutely must not stop wrapping those fingers around his aching length, Harry mustn't stop running a thumb through the wetness at the tip... he groaned, for the sight of that lovely mouth readying to take him in was going to finish him before he started. Everything around him, even the audience watching with voyeuristic pleasure, faded into the background as those lips descended...
Harry paused just a moment, breathing in Snape's scent, breathing in the other man's desire for him, and then he drew just the head of the cock into his mouth. He sucked on the tip, tasting Severus, savoring the sharp tang of the clear liquid before releasing the suction slightly. Then he ran his tongue around the tip, all the way around, slowly lowering his mouth, taking in more. He held the base of Snape's erection with his right hand, not moving it yet, just holding the hard length still for him to suckle. His left hand had come up to wrap around Snape's leather-clad thigh, to steady himself. He dimly heard the audience encouraging him, cheering him, but they mattered not at all. This was where he wanted to be, and he intended to make the most of it by giving Severus Snape the blowjob of his life.
How he was supposed to survive, let alone stand, through this sheer torturous ecstasy Snape didn't know. Harry had barely begun and he was undone, eyes closed tightly, for the very sight of the sexy boy on his knees in front of him, sucking on his cock as if it were a ice pop, was too much. He was in heaven and hell at the same time; for surely if Harry was his pet, he would get this treatment often, and to succumb too quickly would smack of deception. Yet it had been months, if not years, since someone had done this to him, and in all his life no one had ever done it this well, or with such enthusiasm. So he had to keep closing his traitorous eyes, which would insist on opening for a glimpse of Harry sucking him. And he could not give himself over fully to the nirvana that beckoned him, for he had to be aware of his surroundings. Yet if this was the only contact with Harry that would ever happen, ever be allowed, it would have to be enough. No matter how much he wanted more... for instead of slaking his thirst for the forbidden fruit that was Harry Potter, somehow he knew this would only make his want greater. Harry's mouth took in more of him, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out.
Now Snape was making small noises, noises only he could hear, and feel, throughout the body before him. That Severus wanted this, there was no doubt; Harry was sure by now of the older man's desire for him. But this was important, not only for the mission; he had to convince Snape that he needed Harry, needed him too much to resist. For pleasuring Snape was making him ache with need as well; his own hard cock threatened to escape his tiny shorts. His body ached, imagining what it would be like to be penetrated by the cock he was sucking. Imagining it sliding inside him, riding it, Snape thrusting deep inside him. Harry started to bob his head up and down on Snape's erection, pausing every few times to swirl his tongue around the sensitive head. Snape seemed to like that. He switched hands, moving his left had to circle around the base of the man's cock, and shifted his right hand to rub at his own arousal, never breaking rhythm. His hand moved as if on its own, unfastening his shorts and sliding inside, wrapping his fingers around his own neglected need. He couldn't hold back a whimper, and felt his own voice vibrate along the length in his mouth.
Part of him wanted to know how Harry had gotten so good at this, but that part of his mind was rapidly being destroyed by the rhythmic, wet friction the boy was applying so expertly. He felt himself climbing a ladder, knowing that when he reached the top he would explode. He jumped up several rungs when he felt the vibration of Harry's moan, and he had to look. Oh god. The sight of Harry touching himself, that glistening hardness that Snape so wanted to touch in the boy's own hand, evidence that both of them were similarly affected by this display... Harry stroked, eyes fluttering as he pleasured both himself and Snape. Then those eyes opened again, looked directly up at him, and Snape's climax was no longer to be denied. He buried his hands in the boy's hair as his hips thrust of their own accord, growling with long-suppressed need and want, and he came, long pulses of white hot pleasure, jaggedly burning a hole in his soul. On and on it went, better than anything he had ever imagined, and he knew he was well and truly lost.
Harry stroked himself, swallowing Snape's seed, the look on the man's face burned forever into his mind. A look of passion, of the most intense need, that he had put there and he would be damned if it was the last time he ever saw it. His hips thrust his cock into his own hand once, twice more, and he followed Severus into completion, emptying his own desire with a ragged moan, the other man's taste on his lips. He looked up at Snape as he came, a delirious smile upon his face. Snape's face reflected back at him a naked need, and in a room full of people they shared a private moment.
Watching Harry climax was almost as good as climaxing himself, and Snape longed to be the one to next make the boy cry out in passion. Mutual passion.
He suddenly realized the room was silent, too silent. He struggled to drag his mind back to coherency as a lone pair of hands clapped into the void of quiet. He dragged his eyes up, and focused. A man stood at the edge of the audience. He stopped clapping, and spoke.
"Bravo, bravo. An excellent performance by you and your pet, Nero. I am suitably impressed. And quite happy to see you again. Welcome back."
"Aramis," breathed Snape, trying to get his voice under control. "How very nice to see you again."
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"Bravo, bravo. An excellent performance by you and your pet, Nero. I am suitably impressed. And quite happy to see you again. Welcome back."
"Aramis," breathed Snape, trying to get his voice under control. "How very nice to see you again." He zipped his pants quickly. He should be embarrassed, but he was still basking in the afterglow, so to speak. God, Harry was good... but he couldn't afford to be distracted now.
He fixed his eyes on the newcomer. He hadn't seen Aramis for at least three years, and it seemed the years had been kind to him. He knew the man had to be at least fifty, but he looked not a day over thirty. He had long suspected that he was using illegal magical means to keep himself young looking. He was supposedly a squib, and had turned his back on the wizarding world years ago. He thought Snape was the same, a near squib who he had known on and off over the years. Snape had carefully constructed a fake identity that he fed to Aramis, playing up his disdain for things magical, acting bitter towards the Ministry, as was expected of him. To Aramis, he was an international businessman whose dealings bordered on the illegal, with a penchant for pets. In the past, he had participated in the training of several of the man's pets, though always keeping it nonsexual, claiming to prefer disciplining pets.
"I see you've finally started training your own pets, Nero," Aramis said approvingly, as Harry stood up. "Very nice." The man's accent was nearly recognizable as French or something like it.
"Thank you," Snape replied, trying to regain his composure. He pulled Harry to his feet. "He needs a lot more training. I was in town, and thought I would pay my respects."
"How thoughtful of you," purred the man, walking closer. "It's so nice to see old friends."
Snape bristled at the way Aramis was looking at Harry. He knew the man's taste ran to boys, the younger the better. He stepped forward, slightly in front of Harry. "Business has been good, I trust?" The man was wearing a very expensive suit, crisp white dress shirt and silk tie. His shoes alone probably cost more than most people made in a month. His attire contrasted with the clothes that everyone else in the room wore. Indeed, it wasn't the way Snape remembered the man dressing either. He was evidently attempting to go upscale. His silver-gray hair was perfect, and his aquiline features as haughty as ever. Business seemed to be very good.
"I am exploring new venues," the man answered vaguely, walking around Harry, his eyes traveling all over him.
Harry wisely stood still and silent, like a good pet.
"I had heard certain, shall we say, rumors about just that," Snape said carefully, aware that he was treading on thin ice. He couldn't seem too eager, yet he had to move things along a bit. "I would be fascinated to hear more about it."
Aramis stared at him for a long moment, appraisingly. Snape stared back impassively. Harry held his breath. Then the man seemed to come to a decision, nodding briskly. "Yes, I think we should have a little chat. I think you would be quite interested in my new... business ventures."
Snape let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "I look forward to it." Apparently he had passed some test.
"Shall we go to my office?" asked Aramis. "We can speak freely there."
Snape nodded, and the white-haired man stepped forward, clearly disappointed. "But Aramis," he whined. "I wanted to..."
Aramis silenced him with a look. "You can play later, Jacques. Now be a good boy and fetch us some drinks." Jacques seethed but did as he was told, with a final longing glare at Harry.
Several bodyguard types materialized and led the way through a dark narrow hallway. Aramis turned to Snape. "Leave your pet, Nero. He will be quite safe here."
Harry stopped, fearful suddenly about being separated from Snape. He didn't even have his wand.
Snape shook his head. Leaving Harry out here alone was not an option. "No," he said firmly. "He stays with me. I," he thought quickly, "I make it a policy to never leave my pets alone while training them." He couldn't leave Harry alone; when the Ministry agents broke in for the bust it was essential they be together. A portkey would be provided, and they had to take it together, since Harry couldn't disapparate.
Aramis appeared to consider again, and said, "Very well. Come along."
They followed at last, and were ushered into a relatively large, luxurious room carpeted by very expensive rugs and wall hangings. Snape did a quick appraisal of the furnishings but stopped when he got over a hundred thousand pounds. Business seemed to be very good indeed. Aramis slid behind a huge teak desk inlaid with what had to be ivory. Apparently he didn't mind breaking Muggle laws either. Snape settled in a chair and Harry kneeled beside him on the soft rug. Harry looked up at Snape quickly when their host's attention was elsewhere. Snape nodded once, and Harry smiled up at him. Severus couldn't help the small lurch his stomach made at the sight. They would have much to talk about, if they made it out of here of course.
Harry smiled and looked back down at the floor. He was getting to Snape, he knew it.
Then Jacques entered, carrying a tray of drinks and looking surly. He put the tray down on the desk and stood waiting.
"Thank you Jacques. You may go," Aramis said dismissively.
Jacques looked even angrier. "Please, Aramis, can't I stay? I know all about it, anyway..."
Aramis looked up sharply. "Mind your tongue, boy," he snapped. "Remember what you used to be," he said, with a quick glance at the kneeling Harry.
Snape got the idea. Jacques was obviously an ambitious former pet. That was why he was so eager to get his hands on Harry. He wanted to prove his dominance. He knew the type.
Jacques was instantly contrite. His voice changed timbre. "I apologize," he purred, moving closer to Aramis. "Please may I stay, sir?"
Aramis and Jacques were intimately familiar with each other, Snape realized. The man was playing his former master expertly. The older man sighed. "Oh, all right, just this once."
Jacques grinned in triumph and Harry repressed a groan. Jacques arranged himself on a corner of the desk and looked smug.
Snape noted the positions of the three bodyguards.
Aramis cleared his throat. "So what have you heard rumors about, Nero?"
Severus considered. A careful start from the other man. It would require equal caution on his part. "In have heard," he paused, "That you have made certain... breakthroughs... in remedying the unfortunate circumstances of people like us."
Aramis sat back. "Indeed. Yes. A delicate way to put it. Yes," he went on, "My people have indeed been doing research for some time."
"I would be most interested in the results of such research," Snape answered.
"Results are preliminary," the other man replied. "But quite remarkable."
Snape had to push a bit. "Would a... demonstration... be possible? I would be quite interested, from a business standpoint of course."
Harry tried to keep an eye on Jacques from his position on the floor. He was grateful that Severus was the one to be doing this; he was certain he wasn't up to the linguistic gymnastics required.
"Of course, of course," mused Aramis. "A demonstration. Yes, I believe that can be arranged." He signaled to one of the bodyguards and he disappeared through a curtain. Snape made a mental note that this room was larger than it appeared.
The man reappeared, carrying a small black lacquer box. He set it carefully on the desk in front of Aramis, and backed away. Severus noted that Jacques sat up with interest. Aramis reached for the box and toyed with the latch. "Now. It goes without saying that what transpires in this room must not be spoken of," he began.
"Of course," Snape agreed readily. He watched Aramis carefully.
"I have certain... acquaintances in the freelance pharmaceutical industry," the man explained, still not opening the box. "Who made certain discoveries while trying to modify certain designer drugs for enhanced effects. No one is sure how it happened, but they were working with an analog of MDMA, more commonly known as Ecstasy, when unusual effects were observed. Along with the usual euphoriant and hallucinogenic effects, there appeared to be an other component as well." He looked up at Snape. "A magical component."
Snape raised an eyebrow, but didn't interrupt. Jacques was looking excited.
"Of course, the researchers didn't realize the full potential of this discovery. I, however, have tested the compound and found it quite," he allowed himself a smile, "Satisfactory. Unfortunately, temporary, but that is being worked on at the moment. I have my own lab, right here." Snape filed that information away. "Quite a good thing, as there was an unfortunate... accident... at the original lab quite soon after. Such a coincidence, don't you think?" No doubt Aramis wanted the drug all to himself, so he arranged an explosion. Illicit drug labs blew up all the time, nothing unusual there, Snape mused. Actually, this would work in the Ministry's favor. Aramis went on. "My people are currently working on making the effects more than temporary."
Snape leaned forward. "So you're telling me you have a drug that gives the user magical powers?"
Aramis chuckled. "A bit blunt, but essentially correct. I take it you're interested?"
"More than interested, you know that, Aramis," Snape replied. He put a wistful tone in his voice. "If it were true..."
"It is true," Aramis interrupted smoothly. "Believe it." He traced the edge of the box. "Not yet perfect. But it will be."
Snape didn't have to fake his excitement. "Is that it right there? And you have a lab on the premises?" He had to be sure, before he sent the signal for the bust.
Aramis grinned lazily. "Yes, dear Nero. Yes to both. I am, of course, looking for a partner to assist in furthering my research. You, would, of course, benefit immediately from this research as it progresses. You are in a financial position to undertake such a partnership?"
"Absolutely," Severus assured him. "The drug has no... untoward side effects?"
The other man laughed evilly. "You are perhaps worried about effects on your sexual prowess?" He ran his oily gaze over Harry. "You needn't worry. I have suffered no problems."
"Does it work immediately?" Snape asked carefully.
"Within moments. Would you care for a demonstration?" Aramis asked.
"I would indeed," answered the dark haired wizard. He knew Aramis was a squib; if he watched him perform true magic, he would have irrefutable evidence.
The man behind the desk opened the box carefully and extracted one small silver pill. Out of the corner of his eye Snape saw Jacques lean forward intently. He pressed one leg gently against Harry, warning him. Harry watched as well as he could from his position. He wished he had his wand.
Aramis waited until he had everyone's attention. He swallowed the pill. He closed his eyes as if in pain for a moment. Then he opened them, and smiled. He then pointed at the cold fireplace, and suddenly the dry logs erupted into flames. Snape and Harry jumped. Then Aramis extended a hand and a small statue flew across the room into his hand. His smile widened and he began to laugh.
Snape forced himself to speak up. This was it, this was all the proof he needed. He just had to wait for the effects to wear off, then he could send the magical signal. And it would be over. "Stunning, Aramis. I can scarcely believe it."
Aramis nodded, looking slightly drunk with power. "I cannot tell you what a feeling this is, Nero. You must try it yourself." He laughed maniacally as he held out the box towards Snape.
Seeing no more magical activity manifesting itself, Snape decided it was time. "I think not, Aramis. I think it's about time some friends came to visit." He pulled out his wand from a hidden pocket, and sent up a shower of blue sparks that seemed to disappear through the ceiling. If the team wasn't ready, he would have to get Harry out of here himself. He stood, pulling Harry close to him.
Harry stood close to Snape, heart beating fast. He could see confusion and anger spreading over Aramis' face. His eyes fixed on the wand in Snape's hand.
"What is the meaning..." That was all the man behind the desk was able to say before six wizards in black robes materialized at various parts of the room. A magically enhanced voice boomed out.
"Please don't move. On the authority of the Ministry of Magic, we place you under arrest and hereby seize the contents of this building."
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Chapter 10: Chapter 10
Two wizards stepped forward and bindings shot from their wands, immobilizing Aramis. One of the men moved toward Jacques, and another one handed Snape a beat-up briefcase.
"The portkey," he explained breathlessly. "You have 60 seconds. Good work."
"The lab is here," Snape said. "It should be all you need." It occurred to Severus to ask where the portkey would take them, but the wizard had moved off to give instructions. He looked up as another wizard aimed his wand at Jacques, then he turned his attention back to Harry. "It's over," he said.
It was all a blur to Harry; he still couldn't believe this was really happening. It was all like a movie. But he knew how portkeys worked; he grabbed a side of the briefcase. He knew it wasn't necessary to hold onto Snape as well, but he found it made him feel better. He clutched at Snape's arm. His back was to Jacques as he watched Aramis struggle fruitlessly against the magical restraints. Suddenly there was a yell, and something hit Harry from behind. He staggered, losing his grip on Snape but not the portkey. He had just enough time to look up into glowing blue eyes as the familiar wrench told him the portkey had activated.
He was falling.
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Snape's head had whipped around when he heard the yell; but too late. He saw the bindings shoot from the wizard's wand; and he saw Jacques dive out of the way. The white-haired man dove across the desk, rolling, and leapt off the desk, directly at Snape. The man was smaller than him, but not by much; however, he wasn't ready and the impact knocked him away from Harry and the portkey. He jumped to his feet immediately, but it was too late. He lunged forward just as Jacques grabbed the portkey, and he and Harry disappeared with a pop.
He stared at the space they had previously occupied, disbelieving. His mouth worked, not making a sound. Then his eyes fell to the desk. The box of pills was gone.
No.
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Harry struggled; he was on the floor, and there was a heavy weight on him... he opened his eyes, expecting to see Snape, but... no. It was Jacques! Somehow, the man had knocked Severus out of the way, and had gotten hold of the portkey. And if Jacques was here, that meant that... Snape was still in the office! Harry tried to move, but the larger man's weight held him down. Jacques was busy, looking around in shock, but he seemed to be recovering quickly. Suddenly he was looking down ay Harry, and he seemed to realize the situation. A grin that Harry didn't like at all spread across his face.
"Well, little pet," he smirked, shifting so that he had one hand on either side of Harry. "We are alone at last."
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Snape looked around him furiously. The rest of the wizards were gone, off to arrest the remaining people in the building. There was one left, training his wand on the bound Aramis. Snape strode up to the wizard, and, trying to control his voice, growled, "Where was the portkey meant to go?"
The man looked up in shock. "You were supposed to go with it!"
Snape bunched his fists in an effort to not throttle the man. "I am *aware* of that. Obviously I did not. One of the criminals did instead."
"Oh my, that wasn't supposed to happen," the wizard said uneasily.
Snape lost control just as another group of Ministry wizards walked in. He grabbed the man's robes and pulled him closer, shaking him. "Just tell me where the damn thing went!" he roared. "Harry is alone with that maniac! He has no wand!"
"Severus! Calm down!" It was the wizard in charge of the operation.
Snape whirled around to face him. "Tell me where the portkey sent them. Now." He dropped the other wizard, who sagged to the ground, pale.
"Well, actually," the man began, and Severus took a threatening step forward. "I mean to say, I don't exactly have that information, that specific location, available to me at the current moment..."
Snape snapped, "Then *find out*." He wanted to strangle the man.
"It will be fine, Harry can handle himself, he's nearly grown and the other man's just a Muggle," the other man soothed.
"An angry, criminal Muggle who has an undetermined amount of magic-inducing drugs in his possession," Snape pointed out nastily.
"Oh, dear," the man replied, and Severus lost the last of his patience.
"Exactly. So. Tell me where they went. Find out. I don't care how. Find out now, and I will apparate there." His voice rose another notch, and the man winced. "Hurry!" He didn't want to think what might be happening there, what Jacques might be doing to Harry...
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What Jacques was doing to Harry wasn't much. Yet. Harry looked up into those disconcerting, glowing blue eyes and thought fast. He had already figured out that the man had him expertly pinned, and struggling would only make it worse. He had no wand, and though wandless magic was possible, he wasn't very good at it yet. And his concentration wasn't exactly good at the moment. He needed to relax so he could think.
"So," Jacques began, as if this sort of thing happened to him all the time. "Your master is a wizard then? An agent? Is he even your master? I wonder how much you have deceived us. Though your little act was convincing. You fooled both Aramis and me. Not very nice."
Harry shifted, uncomfortable, but didn't say anything. He tried to think. Snape would be here soon, would find him, he was sure of it. He just had to stall. Jacques seemed to like the sound of his own voice, so Harry was betting he would be glad to ramble for a while. But as he shifted he felt hardness against his stomach, and he realized he might have an even bigger problem. He swallowed.
"But, you are exquisite," Jacques purred, shifting his body so that he was straddling Harry's hips, still pinning the boy down. "You're what? Sixteen? Seventeen? Perfect..." He shifted his hands, now pinning both of Harry's hands with one of his own. Harry tried not to struggle; the more relaxed Jacques got with the situation, the more likely he would be to make a mistake. He took his free hand and trailed it down Harry's chest and stomach. Harry closed his eyes tightly. If he could stall just a little bit...
But when the man started rocking his hips against Harry's, and began to unbutton his shorts, Harry knew he had had enough. Jacques was distracted; this was his chance. He shifted his hands sideways; Jacques, braced against an upward movement, was unable to stop their hands from shifting to the side. This threw him off balance as the majority of his body weight had been on his hand. While he was off balance Harry shifted one hip, the one opposite the side of the hand that held him. He popped his hip up quickly, and this made the already overbalanced man fall to the side, nearly rolling off him completely. Jacques cursed, and started to move back onto Harry, but the boy had moved fast, scrambling to his feet as fast as possible. He hadn't grown up with a bullying cousin for nothing. He could move quickly. By the time Jacques had recovered his balance, Harry was halfway across the room, trying to assess his surroundings. All he could tell was that he was in a room he had never seen before. A basement of sorts; there were no windows he could see. The floor was covered with flat, gray carpet and the walls were gray as well. There was some sort of illumination, but Harry didn't see its source. That was all he had a chance to take in before Jacques was standing again. The man was grinning, and clutching the black box of pills. He was screwed.
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Snape seethed, watching the wizard talk into the telephone, holding it uncertainly. He had insisted in using the Muggle technology. There was no time for owls. The man replaced the receiver, and turned to Severus. "Professor, I..."
"Have you found the location?" snapped Snape, no patience left.
"Yes, we have located the records. The location was meant to be top secret, arranged by professor Dumbledore himself for your safety, and it was quite difficult to track down the..."
"Where. Are. They." Snape thought he was exercising inhuman control in not delivering any number of unforgivable curses upon the inefficient wizard in front of him.
"It's not that easy," said the man, backing away and trying to put the desk between himself and Snape. "The location is protected by complicated wards, which were only unlocked by this particular portkey. You can't just apparate in."
Severus was so angry that purple sparks were coming out of his wand that he still clutched in his hand. This was not lost on the man. Before Snape could demand again, he went on, "The only way in is by portkey. Another official is right now setting up another portkey with the specialized spells to circumvent the wards and take you to the right location. As you know, this takes a bit of time. As soon as it is finished, he will apparate here and bring it to you. The best thing for you to do is relax and wait," the man finished hopefully.
Snape snorted at this suggestion, but it appeared he had no other choice. He began to pace, sparks still flying from his wand and throwing dark looks at the other wizard every so often.
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Harry looked around desperately for a door. He saw one, but it was behind Jacques. Shit. The man looked half-mad. He watched as he opened the box of pills and took one out, holding it up to the light.
"Aramis let me try these a few times," he began conversationally. "What a rush. I practiced when I could, of course. On my own. I learned a few of the," he paused, almost giggling, "magic words."
Harry thought fast. Jacques knew a bit of magic and he had the pills. But he didn't know that Harry was a real wizard, if only a student still. But then again, Harry also didn't have his wand. The main thing in his favor at the moment was the element of surprise. He had to wait, and try to react as quickly as possible. He considered trying to use the accio spell to bring the box to him, but without his wand it might not work, and Jacques would know he was a wizard. Stalling still seemed the best option. Jacques didn't want to kill him, just fuck him. At the moment.
He watched as Jacques popped a pill into his mouth and swallowed. Harry held his breath.
The man's eyes seemed to glow brighter blue for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "Immobilus!"
Harry dived to the side as he heard the spell. He tripped over a small couch, though, and ended up lying across it as the weak spell hit him. Since he had moved, it only had hit his lower legs, and it wasn't perfect. He felt as if he was mired from the knees down in a vat of molasses. He could move, but not well enough to walk. Jacques was laughing maniacally. He took a chance and muttered, "Finite incantatem," under his breath, concentrating as hard as he could. To his surprise, it worked, and his feet were suddenly free. He didn't move, though. He let Jacques think he was helpless. At least he knew he could do some magic.
The white-haired man advanced on him, cackling. "Not too bad... lets see if I can do better now that you can't get away, little one..." He popped another pill into his mouth and called out a spell Harry recognized as one that removed clothing. He didn't worry too much about that one; he let it hit him and felt his shirt disappear from his body. He tried to look like he was struggling against the binding spell. He was hoping that Jacques would get overconfident. His spells weren't all that effective, but Harry was still hoping that Severus would show up soon. Even if he managed to overpower Jacques, he had no idea what to do and no idea where he was. If the older wizard didn't show soon, he would come up with another plan, but for the moment he was still stalling.
"Ah, much better," Jacques purred, and walked toward Harry.
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Severus was about to start blasting holes in the wall when a harried-looking wizard finally apparated holding a battered-looking book. Snape rounded on him immediately. "Is that it? Is that the portkey?" He didn't bother to moderate his voice; he was practically snarling.
"Yes, yes, here it is," stammered the wizard, holding out the book. "It will take you to a safe location, a house that belongs to Albus Dumbledore. That was intended to be your safe house. It will activate in," he touched his wand to it, "One minute." Snape grabbed it quickly, and the wizard went on, holding out a plastic bracelet. "This is another portkey that you can use to return the fugitive. Just activate it this way," and the wizard explained, "and you will have 30 seconds to get it onto any part of his body. It will bring him back to a secure cell at the Ministry. We will contact you soon for your debriefing. Good luck." Snape grabbed the bracelet and took a deep breath. He felt the wrench, and struggled to stay upright as the world spun around him.
The room solidified, and he hit the ground. He looked around the room quickly, and took in the scene, fury boiling within him.
He saw Jacques. Bending over a half-naked Harry, who lay back on a couch.
"NO!"
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Chapter 11: Chapter 11
Harry heard Snape's unmistakable voice and his heart leapt. He had been about to try a barrier spell he wasn't sure of but now was spared the effort. At the sound of the other man's voice, Jacques whirled.
"You!" the white-haired man snarled, and popped another pill in his mouth.
"Watch out! He's got the drug!" Harry called, trying not to add, what took you so fucking long?
"I know," Severus said shortly. He had his wand out and spared a quick glance at Harry. "Are you all right?"
Harry's answer was drowned out by Jacques' roar as he rushed at Snape, shouting a spell that Harry couldn't hear, but it appeared to produce blue flames.
Severus barely got his wand up in time to produce the barrier spell that Harry had been about to attempt. The flames stopped as if they had hit an invisible wall. Snape allowed himself a smirk of satisfaction before he realized how close Harry had been to being molested by Jacques. The boy only had his shorts on... His blood started to boil as he realized he might have almost been too late.
Harry jumped to his feet, stumbling a little, and watched as Jacques popped at least three more of the pills. The man shuddered for a moment before he shouted over his shoulder at Harry, "Accio!" Harry tried to resist, but the man's magical powers were stronger than his at the moment. He stumbled, and felt himself drawn to Jacques like a magnet. He ended up pressed against the man's side.
Snape had his wand pointed straight at Jacques, ready to cast a binding spell, but now the man had shifted Harry so the boy was in front of him like a shield. Severus couldn't risk any spells in case they affected Harry as well. He growled softly as he watched the man's hands roam over the boy.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you it's impolite to drop in on people unannounced?" sneered Jacques, producing a knife from some hidden pocket and holding it at Harry's throat.
Harry struggled then gasped as the sharp edge of the knife sliced his throat just a little. Just enough to sting, and then he felt the unmistakable trickle of blood down his chest.
Severus saw Harry's cut and struggled to contain his fury. He just had to bide his time, wait for the magic to wear off, and take Harry back. Just be patient... he watched the man's glowing eyes for a sign of what he would do next. Surely he wouldn't risk hurting Harry? Undoubtedly he wanted the boy for other purposes... still, he had to be careful.
"Aw, don't feel like talking, Nero? That's too bad, because you won't be talking for quite some time..." Jacques shouted another spell that would have bound Snape from head to toe like a mummy, if it had hit him. But Severus countered it easily, and used the cover of the ensuing flash of light to try another.
"Expelliarmus," he muttered, and the box of pills went flying from Jacques' grasp.
"Asshole!" growled the white-haired man, and with his now-free hand he pulled Harry's head back, exposing a long line of throat. "Your little pet here will pay for that..."
Just as the knife was readied to slice into Harry's smooth throat, Snape swallowed his fear and shouted the disarming spell again; the knife went flying from Jacques' hand.
Harry grinned as he realized what had happened, and drove one elbow back, as hard as he could, into Jacques' stomach.
A loud "whoosh" came from behind him and he felt himself released from the man's grip. His legs were still a bit weak, and he stumbled, but still managed to fling himself out of the way. He figured Severus was about to do something significant.
Harry had figured right. Snape watched in satisfaction as Harry made his job even easier, and almost lazily pointed his wand at the gasping Jacques and shouted, "Stupefy!"
They both watched as a white beam erupted from Snape's wand, striking Jacques directly in the face as he looked up to see what was happening. The white-haired man went rigid, then his eyes rolled back up in his skull as the force of the spell propelled him right across the room. He landed in a crumpled heap against the far wall. He didn't move.
Severus, still holding his wand, approached the man cautiously, and looked at him intently. Then he straightened, looking back across the room at Harry. "I think I may have overdone it just a bit," he smiled. "He may not waken for a week or so." He turned, and walked back toward Harry, concern on his face. "Are you all right? You're bleeding..."
Whatever he was going to say next was lost, because Harry had launched himself across the room, and into his arms. He brought his arms up to encircle the boy, automatically. His heart started to pound again as he held the boy close. "Harry..."
Harry buried his face in Severus' neck, breathing the man's scent deeply. Now that it was over he had time to be worried, and he was shaking now. Snape's arms around him felt so good... "I was so worried!" he said, his words muffled.
"As was I," Snape whispered. He had no experience in these matters; comforting was not something anyone had ever asked of him. Yet he didn't feel awkward at all. He held Harry for a long moment, almost forgetting where they were.
"Is it over?" Harry asked, hating the weak tone of his voice but not able to help it.
"Just one more detail," Snape sighed. "Have to get rid of the rubbish." With that, he pushed Harry gently away, as he explained what he had to do. He fastened the portkey around Jacques' wrist, and activated it.
Harry resisted the urge to cheer as their white-haired nemesis popped out of existence. He was someone else's problem now. And they were alone at last... he looked at Snape, who beckoned him closer.
"Let me heal that cut for you, Harry. I'm not a healer, but it's shallow enough that I can manage."
Harry walked the two steps that separated them, and said, "Thank you. For coming after me, for saving me, for healing me. For everything."
"It was my pleasure," Severus said, then couldn't help it as a smile spread across his face. "Sometimes literally."
Harry grinned back and blushed slightly. Snape raised his wand and there was a brief, warm sensation before the taller man said, "Good as new."
"No scar?" smiled Harry.
"Just the one," Snape said, indicating Harry's forehead, where the lightning shape was beginning to show again. He glanced back down at the smooth skin of Harry's throat, unmarked and unblemished once again. He couldn't stop his fingers from gently brushing against the place where the cut had been. "Perfect," he whispered, involuntarily.
Snape had such a look of reverence on his face that Harry held his breath, unwilling to break the moment. The man's fingers on his skin sent shivers through him, and he felt his nipples harden in the cool air of the room. The flush of desire raced through him, and soon the rest of him was becoming aroused as well. He knew what Severus tasted like, had swallowed his passion; surely he wouldn't be refused now? "Severus," he breathed.
Snape's eyes rose, back to Harry's, but he didn't move his hand. Instead, his other hand came up to trace the boy's jaw, fingers brushing across to Harry's lips. "Harry," he whispered. "We should go..."
"That may be a bit difficult," a voice announced. Dumbledore's voice.
Both men spun around to see the headmaster's disembodied head floating in the suddenly lit fireplace. Guiltily, Snape dropped his hands to his sides as he faced the fireplace. "Albus!"
"Pardon me for... interrupting," the white-haired wizard said discreetly. "But I thought I should give you the rest of the mission details."
"The rest of the details?" Harry asked. "You mean there's more?"
"Well, just the wrap-up. The Ministry has informed me that they have received Jacques, though it may be some time before he awakens. He is firmly in custody, as are the rest of the criminals and all of the equipment used to make the drug. We have the two of you to thank for that." Dumbledore smiled happily. "I will of course be recommending the both of you for the Order of Merlin for your efforts."
"Albus, I..." Snape began, ready to confess all, that not all he had done in the name of the mission had been appropriate.
"Please, Severus, let an old man ramble for a bit. Now. I appreciate that the level of danger in this mission was higher that anyone had thought. I am truly sorry for getting you, and especially Harry, into a situation about which you were not fully informed." Harry began to speak, but was silenced by the old wizard once again. "You have both acquitted yourselves admirably. You can be proud of the effort you have gone to in order to keep both the wizarding and Muggle worlds safe."
Dumbledore paused, looking over his spectacles at the two of them. Harry suddenly felt quite uncovered, and Severus felt uncomfortable in his leather outfit. Both felt that the old man knew more than he had said, and they were about to be busted. "But there was an additional mission that I had hoped the two of you would undertake. Though I said nothing about it, I do see that you seem to have accomplished that task." Harry and Snape looked at each other in confusion. "You don't know? The task was to bury your hostilities and get along with each other. I get the feeling that has indeed occurred." Both men blushed and started talking at once. Dumbledore let it go on for a few moments before he interrupted again. "Now, now, please, let me finish. I always felt the two of you complemented each other; your magical talents mesh well. But I knew the animosity between the two of you was holding you back. I knew the two of you really make an excellent team, and you have just proven it. The two of you, working together, would be a great asset to the Ministry. You just had to get past your personal difficulties. I had a suspicion it would work out this way." The old man finished, and his head sat and beamed at the two men.
"Albus," Severus began carefully. "You don't mean to suggest that you set us up, to..." he trailed off, unable to enunciate what he was thinking.
Harry just gaped.
"Now, now, Severus, not at all. I am merely fond of, excuse the saying, Fawkes," Dumbledore addressed his phoenix, "Killing two birds with one stone, I believe is the Muggle saying."
"Professor, it was all my fault, Severus, I mean Snape, he said no and..." Harry stammered, trying to get the other man off the hook.
"Nonsense, Harry, I knew full well what was happening and I let it happen," confessed Snape. "Albus, I must admit that your plan worked, but too well. I must tender my resignation immediately, due to..."
"I know you must think me a doddering old fool at times, Severus," Dumbledore interjected sternly, but didn't allow an answer. "But I am not entirely dim. I was young once. And I do know a bit about the world. Do not think the two of you are completely unique, the only people ever to be inappropriately attracted to each other. I thought this might happen. It was not my intent, but neither is it a catastrophic turn of events. I suspect that there are few people who could understand each other quite as well as the two of you. Harry, you are over the age of consent, and nearly an adult, almost out of school. Severus, you have denied yourself happiness for far too long. What transpires between the two of you is none of my business." Harry and Severus were too shocked to even respond at this point. Dumbledore went on. "As long as it doesn't happen *at* Hogwarts, before Harry graduates. Which brings me to my next point." The two men exchanged looks as the headmaster went on. "As Severus found, getting to my little cabin there isn't easy. Yes, that cabin belongs to me; you are in the basement. The area is protected by many and complex wards that will not wear off for days yet. It had been my intent to give the two of you a place to relax, and lay low, as it were, for a few days after the mission. So, I am afraid to tell you, the two of you are stuck there for a while. When the wards wear off, you may apparate to the Ministry, Severus, and obtain a portkey to take you and Harry back to Hogwarts. In the meantime, I suggest the two of you get to know each other." Dumbledore coughed. "You will find the kitchen well-stocked, and all the comforts of home." The old wizard looked serious now. "Please don't throw a chance at happiness away, Harry and Severus. Many people never get a chance. I wish the both of you luck."
Then he was gone, the fireplace empty and cold once again, and Harry and Snape were left staring at it.
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Chapter 12: Chapter 12
Harry stared at the fireplace, unable to believe that it was over and Dumbledore had just given his tacit approval to a relationship between him and Severus. He resisted the urge to look at the other man. If he saw anger or rejection now he might die. The fireplace suddenly became very interesting.
Snape was for once speechless. He couldn't think of one single thing to say that didn't sound completely inane. He settled for, "I need a drink."
That broke the tension, and Harry laughed. "I'll drink to that. And don't tell me I'm too young," he added before Snape could speak.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Mr. Potter. It's only another rule to break," Severus replied dryly. "That is your specialty after all."
Harry finally looked at the other man, worried at the tone of his voice. Surely they couldn't go back to the way they were, after all this? But then he saw the smile on Severus' face, and he smiled back. "Damn right," he agreed, grinning back.
Snape tried the door he had seen earlier; it opened onto narrow stairs and he turned to Harry. "Shall we?"
"I'm ready," Harry said as he brushed against Severus deliberately. Then he started up the stairs, well aware of the small shorts, his only article of clothing, and how they hugged his ass. He imagined he could feel Snape's eyes on him and he started to get aroused again. His ass swayed more than was absolutely necessary as he made his way up.
Snape followed Harry up the stairs, unable to take his eyes of the boy's firm little ass and unwilling to keep his mind from straying to what he wanted to do to that ass. He kept his hands to himself with much effort. He couldn't stop the blood flowing to his cock, though, and climbing up the steps made his arousal rub against the leather in a maddening way.
They emerged into a light, bright kitchen/dining area. Harry was vaguely surprised that it was daylight; either he had lost track of time or they were in another part of the world. He looked out the window and saw softly sloping hills and lots of trees; not another house in sight. How convenient.
Severus glanced around quickly, trying to reconcile this very Muggle-like abode with Professor Dumbledore. It wasn't easy. He truly could not picture Albus in this sunny kitchen.
Harry went straight for the refrigerator, opened it and exclaimed, "Damn, Dumbledore is good..." The refrigerator was stocked; soda, beer, snacks... the freezer was full of quick-cook packages of food.
Severus was dubious. "Is that food?"
Harry laughed as he pulled out two bottles of beer, handing one to Snape as he looked for a bottle opener. "I forget. You've probably always had food prepared by house-elves, haven't you?"
"Of course," said the older man, as if there wasn't any doubt.
"You have so much to learn, Severus," Harry said suggestively, leaning back against the counter.
"Oh, do I?" smirked Snape, setting down the unopened bottle and walking until he was only a half an inch from the boy. He looked down, dropping his voice, and murmured seductively, "I'll wager there are a *few* things I know more about than you, Harry."
Harry could only whimper, and Severus smiled triumphantly. He watched as Harry licked his lips, and he felt his arousal returning full force. Harry finally found his voice. "I can't wait to find out," he whispered.
Severus still had some guilt left, but it was quickly being overridden by overwhelming lust. Dumbledore's tacit approval and their seclusion helped in this; but enough of the forbidden remained that his heart was pounding already. Harry was, after all, still a seventeen-year old boy and he was more than twice his age. All that tender, smooth flesh... his to touch... he stared down into those eyes and lowered his mouth slowly, deliberately, until his lips just brushed against Harry's.
Their lips were the only point of contact between their bodies, but Harry felt an electric shock run through him. A soft, simple kiss shouldn't do such things to him, shouldn't make him tremble and make his heart race and his palms sweat. But it did. The soft brush of lips, a small prelude to what he was now certain they would be doing, was devastating. His erection pushed demandingly against his shorts, and he became acutely aware that they were the only article of clothing he was wearing. He suddenly wanted to be naked in front of Severus, to be exposed and vulnerable in front of him, have those coal black eyes sweep all over him, to be touched everywhere... he took a shuddering breath as the older man pulled back. He tried to focus his eyes on Snape. "Wow."
Severus smirked down at Harry. "Wow?" he asked.
Harry nodded, and this time he initiated the kiss, pressing his lips to Snape's more clumsily but also running his tongue along the man's lips, asking for entrance.
Severus granted it, parting his lips for Harry and at the same time wrapping his arms around the lithe boy and pulling him close. God, Harry felt so perfect in his arms, he couldn't remember why this was ever wrong, why he had resisted. He ran his hands over the boy's back, dropping one hand down to cup his ass, grinding his erection against him, feeling Harry's hardness against him. The boy's tongue explored his mouth, and the outside world was fast fading. Were they really doing this?
Snape's arms around him felt strong and perfect, and Harry had to remind himself that this was no dream, that the smell of the older man, the feeling of his hard body, those skillful hands on him, would not disappear if he opened his eyes. He kissed Severus as if his life depended on it, and right now it did. He needed this, needed to be one with the other man. He had wanted for too long. He prayed that the older man didn't change his mind this time.
Severus pulled back, panting. "Harry..." It felt too right, too perfect, it couldn't be real. Harry was in his arms, Harry wanted him, Harry was pressing that seductive, bewitching body against him...
No, he couldn't say no, he couldn't stop this now, Harry knew he would die... "Please," he whispered, not even sure what he was asking. "I need you."
"But..." suddenly he couldn't think any more, couldn't remember the reasons they shouldn't do this, and could only feel. Forbidden fruit...
"Dumbledore all but gave us his blessing. He knows, Severus. And he still sent us here. He knows you'll never hurt me. He knows we belong together." Harry whispered, looking up at those haunted black eyes. "Please. We deserve this."
Deserve. Severus had no concept of the word. All his life he had given, and had taken what he needed. No one had ever said he deserved anything. Anything good, anyway. But Harry Potter had come into his life, and suddenly he wanted more. He almost believed he deserved this happiness. Almost. That last shred of self-doubt would never go away, he suspected. But maybe, just this once, he could agree. And he suspected he was falling in love with Harry. He couldn't deny the boy what he wanted, even if it was him. He looked down into those eyes, eyes that had seen a lifetime of horror already, and he knew he would give him what he wanted. Everything he wanted. Everything he could give. And Harry wanted him... he wanted Harry. It was simple, and it was right. "Yes," he murmured, and gave in.
Scarcely able to believe, Harry smiled, and said, "You won't regret this."
Severus couldn't speak, only crushed his mouth to Harry's one more time, as if to seal a deal. He drowned in the kiss, drowned in Harry, and the rest of the world was gone. He would do this, and he would do it right. Desire that he had kept in check flowed through him, unfettered at last, and he gave in to it. Filled with desire, he pulled Harry tight against him, felt the boy's hardness against him, and need surged through his veins. No more hesitation, no doubts, no regrets.
Finally, Severus pulled back, almost panting, and said, "I think we need a bed."
Those words spoken in the man's sensual voice threatened to make Harry lose it right here; but he dragged his mind back to the present and he agreed. "Fast."
Snape laughed, a deep, wicked sound, and said, "We have plenty of time, Harry."
"Do you have any idea what your voice does to me? Especially when you say my name?" breathed Harry, transfixed.
Severus had never been more glad of he way his voice sounded, one thing he had always prided himself on. He had never thought it would seduce Harry Potter, but... "Harry," he whispered in the boy's ear. "I want to make love to you."
"God," whimpered Harry, "I think you could make me come with your voice alone, you know that?"
"We'll have to try that some time," replied Snape, in between kisses on Harry's neck. "But, right now, I think more direct methods are in order." He pulled back, and took Harry's hand. Together they set off for a quick tour of the cabin. They found what looked like the master bedroom, but the thought of having sex in Dumbledore's bed was a bit much, so they settled for what looked like a guest room that had a queen sized bed.
Severus guided Harry gently to the bed, pushing him down onto it. Harry kicked off his boots and scooted back onto the bed, heart pounding with anticipation. Now all he had on was the tiny shorts, and he unbuttoned them, leaving them zipped.
Looking at the delicious boy waiting for him on the bed, Snape shrugged off the leather jacket, throwing it carelessly on a chair. He kicked off his boots, then advanced a step closer to the bed as he unbuttoned his pants. He let his eyes roam all over Harry; all that sweet young flesh, soon to be his, no longer to be denied... if he was going to hell he sure as hell was going to enjoy the ride. "Take those off," he commanded, low and softly. "I want to see you..."
Harry whimpered as that voice went straight to his cock once again. How he would ever be able to hear that voice again and *not* get aroused, he didn't know... he unzipped with trembling fingers, then hooked his thumbs into the waist of the shorts and pulled down. He raised his hips so he could wiggle the shorts off, then lay back on the bed, naked in front of Severus at last. He shivered as he almost *felt* the man's gaze sweep over him. Every part of him ached with need to be touched. He stretched just a little, trying to show off, and put his arms above his head. He was rewarded by the darkening of Snape's already lust-filled eyes, and the man took another step. Severus Snape, clad only in tight, unbuttoned leather pants, magnificent chest bare, erection visibly straining its bounds, eyes fixed with desire on him alone... the anticipation was nearly enough to kill him, and his cock was dripping with need.
Severus stopped at the foot of the bed, and looked down at Harry. "Do you have any idea how perfect you are, Harry?" he murmured. The boy's hair was mussed, emerald eyes wide, ruby lips parted, smooth body covered by a light sheen of sweat, cock hard against that flat stomach, and Snape wanted to savor this moment. The moment before he took Harry Potter for the first time. "I want to see you touch yourself, Harry," he breathed, cock pulsing just from saying the words.
"Oh god," gasped the boy, drowning in that honeyed voice. "Just talk to me, then. Tell me what you're going to do to me..." Harry slid his hand down, to take his cock in his trembling hand, and moaned from the feeling. He forced his hand to go slowly. He wanted to enjoy this.
"Oh, Harry... I'm going to do everything to you," Severus purred. It made him even more turned on to know that his voice had such an effect on the boy. "Spread your legs, yes, that's it," he almost moaned, letting his eyes travel over the boy's body, aching as he saw the exposed entrance he would soon fill. "Yes... perfect. You're so hot, aren't you? I'm going to touch you everywhere, I'm going to spread those legs apart as far as they will go, then I'm going to run my hands up the inside of your thighs... I'm going to tease you until you scream and beg for me to take you." He watched as Harry stroked himself, easing his hand up and down that beautiful cock, moisture glistening at the tip.
He tried to stay slow, but Harry was soon thrusting his hips up, driving his cock into his own hand, listening to those words, watching Snape slowly unzip his pants, drawing out his own hard length. The man's voice was driving him insane, low and deep and dripping sex.
Severus stroked himself slowly. "You see this, Harry? After I've gotten you all ready and begging, I'm going to shove this cock deep inside you. As far as it will go. You know how big I am, Harry. I'm going to split you open. I'm going to take you harder than you've ever been taken. I'm going to pound into you so hard you're going to think you're about to die from pleasure. And I'm not going to stop until you come harder than you ever have in your life." He paused, licking his lips. "You want that, Harry? Tell me."
"Yes!" he almost screamed, stroking faster, eyes fixed on the older wizard. The rest of the world could have blown up, and he wouldn't have cared right now, as long as Severus never stopped talking. "I want it so much..." his voice dissolved into a deep moan as Snape peeled off his pants and walked around the side of the bed, finally climbing onto it.
Snape had spied a bottle of lotion on the dresser, and had grabbed it on his way past. He set the bottle on the bedside table as he slid onto the bed next to Harry. He leaned down and kissed the boy long and hard as he moved over him, sliding his knees between Harry's legs, opening them wider. He broke the kiss and sat back, between Harry's legs, and released his hair from the ponytail.
Harry looked up; his hand had slowed, just watching the magnificent dark-haired man. It still seemed almost unreal; after all the waiting they finally were going to make love. He had never wanted anything so much in his whole life. Severus, kneeling between his spread legs, as naked and aroused as he was; watching him masturbate.
"Do it, Harry, keep going," that velvet voice encouraged, and Harry stroked faster, gasping as Snape's hands pushed his legs apart wider. The sensation increased as the other man ran his hands up his inner thighs, higher and higher. God, Harry's skin was like silk, and he was perfect, entrance tight and waiting for him... he moved one hand higher. "Come for me..."
Faster and faster Harry's hand flew. He was so close... Severus wanted to see him climax, and the very thought made him hotter. The man's hands on him stroked every nerve ending, then he felt a finger brush a feather touch on his sensitive entrance, and it was all over. Molten pleasure surged through him and out his cock, burning with the fire of passion as he surrendered. He felt himself engulfed in wet heat as he came.
Snape watched and as soon as the boy started to release he bent down and took Harry in his mouth, swallowing his seed. He kept stroking the boy's opening as he rode the waves of pleasure. When Harry was finished, Severus licked him clean, then lay beside the boy, holding him close as he trembled.
Harry gasped for breath, cock still aching from his release. He snuggled into the older man's arms, content for a moment. "That was..." he couldn't think of words.
Snape didn't reply, just held Harry close, and soon the boy was stirring.
"Severus..."
"Yes, Harry?" he tried not to moan as the boy wriggled deliberately against him, pushing his thigh against Severus' arousal.
"I want more. I want everything," Harry breathed, laying small kisses on Snape's neck.
"Have you," he had to ask, "Have you done this before?" A small thrill of jealousy went through him at the thought of anyone touching Harry.
Emerald eyes met black ones. "Yes," he said. "A few times." His eyes dropped. "But I... never felt like this. Like I'd die if you didn't touch me more. It was... kind of awkward. He... they... didn't really know what they were doing either."
"Harry," soothed Severus. "It doesn't matter. I'm going to show you what it's really like. If you're sure about this."
Harry looked up at him in shock. "What do you think?"
"I think I need to make love to you. I'm not a boy, Harry, I'm a man. And I *do* know exactly what I'm doing. Are you ready?" Severus could barely hold himself back any more.
"I'm more than ready," Harry grinned, indicating his already-returning erection. Snape's eyes widened, and he said, "I'm only seventeen, remember?"
"Don't remind me," murmured the older man, as he grabbed the lotion and rolled onto his knees once again, parting the boy's thighs. He squeezed some out onto his fingers, and stroked carefully around Harry's opening. He slid one finger inside and Harry arched up off the bed. "Relax," he instructed, and continued to prepare him.
How was Harry supposed to relax when his teacher was fucking him with his fingers? "Oh god," he gasped as Severus added a third finger. He was being stretched open and it was wonderful. "More..." Then the fingers were gone. He whimpered. He opened his eyes to see his new lover putting lotion on his arousal, and he said, "Hurry..."
Snape allowed himself a smirk at the need on the boy's face, and he couldn't wait to see how the boy looked as he was taken. He pulled the boy's slim hips closer, and he positioned himself. "Tell me. Tell me what you want," he commanded with his last ounce of self-control. "I want to hear you say it."
"Fuck me!" cried Harry, desperately. "I need it *now*!" He could feel the pressure of the head of Severus' cock against him, and it was driving him mad.
Resistance gone, Snape pushed, and slid inside Harry. He tried to go slow; the boy was so tight, so hot, he was on the edge already. "Harry..." he moaned, gripping the boy's hips.
"Oh god," whimpered Harry. Severus was so big, so thick, that it couldn't possibly fit inside him... but pain didn't come, only pressure, and the hard flesh inside him was touching him everywhere, and it was so perfect he cried out. "Severus! Talk to me... talk to me while you fuck me..."
Harry's sweet mouth saying those words to him while his tight body gripped him was almost too much; but somehow he controlled himself. He wanted to give Harry as much pleasure as possible, and he would not come until Harry did. "Harry," he breathed, voice even deeper with desire, "You feel so good, I'm so deep inside you... so tight..." then he was all the way inside the boy, and he had to pause to get control again. "How does it feel?"
"So... good... move please..." Harry gasped, squeezing his muscles around the man's length, causing Severus to gasp as well.
He thrust shallowly, quickly, nearly crying out from the intensity. The boy's velvet walls gripped him, caressed him, and threatened to rob him of his control. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, to look down and see that he really was fucking Harry Potter; the reality hit him once more. He had put that look of total ecstasy on Harry's face. They were really making love. He started thrusting faster, trying desperately to keep up a rhythm.
Harry held on to his own legs, looking up at Severus, marveling at how incredible the man looked like this and how perfectly he fit inside him. When Snape thrust all the way in, he was filled perfectly, then when he drew out, the head of the cock inside him brushed a spot inside him that made him scream for more. In, out, higher and higher; soon Harry was moaning continuously and thrashing his head back and forth. The reality of having sex with Severus was surpassing even the anticipation.
Snape knew he couldn't hold back much longer, buried in such tightness. He leaned forward, bracing himself on one hand and took Harry's arousal in his other hand. The boy arched beneath him and his body tightened even more. "Harry..." the feelings he was having were so intense, both emotional and physical.
Under a double onslaught of pleasure, Harry was lost. "Severus," he cried out, sure this was too much pleasure for any one person to take. When the older man had said he knew what he was doing, he hadn't been kidding; Snape was playing his body expertly, like an instrument. Harry knew he wanted to spend years feeling like this. The hand on his erection tightened, stroking faster, and he was blindsided by his climax, unable to resist if he wanted to. He screamed himself hoarse, and he was fairly sure he was telling Severus he loved him, but he wasn't in control of his body or voice any more, Snape was blowing his mind, taking him over the edge.
Wet heat covered his fingers, and Harry tightened around him, and the boy's voice filled his ears; Severus surrendered. One, two more thrusts and it hit him; he was nearly paralyzed as his desire filled Harry, pulse after sweet pulse, and dimly he heard the boy profess his love. Buried deep inside Harry, his release tore from him a hoarse scream and he answered, and he was sure, that he loved him too.
Neither man moved for what seemed like hours; then Severus pulled out gently, and collapsed bonelessly on the bed next to Harry. The boy moaned with the loss and drew his legs together, rolling toward his lover. Unconsciously, he pulled Harry close, burying his face in the boy's hair. Harry snuggled up to Severus' chest, and the stress of the last few days caught up to them. They slept, content in each other's arms.
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Chapter 13: Chapter 13
Harry gripped the towel rack tightly, crying out as Severus slid inside him. He bent forward as far as he could, his cheek pressed against the wet tile. Hot water cascaded over them both as their bodies became one. Strong hands gripped his hips and he cried out. "Oh yes, that's it, do it hard."
Snape groaned as Harry's tight heat gripped him once again. No matter how many times he buried his hard cock inside the boy, it still felt better than the last time. He lost his mind as soon as he slid inside Harry, but he wouldn't change a thing. He pushed forward, entering with small thrusts, a little farther each time, just like Harry liked.
Three of the most wonderful days of Harry's life had passed much too quickly. With nothing to do but play with each other, they did just that. Harry quickly learned what Severus liked, and used it to great effect. He lost count of the times they made love; Snape was insatiable, it seemed. So was he.
Severus was stunned; when he had given in, it seemed the floodgates had opened. Years of repressed feelings came out, and he found all he wanted to do was hold Harry, and make love to him, and then do it all over again. He knew that this was a rarified atmosphere, isolated from the rest of the world, and that concentrated and heightened their feelings for one another. But he couldn't help it; he couldn't get enough of Harry.
They had sex in nearly every room of the cabin; except Dumbledore's bedroom. The kitchen seemed to be Harry's favorite, while Severus had a weakness for the shower.
So here they were, Snape buried deep inside Harry, stroking faster and faster. Harry cried out as his lover reached around to pump his dripping arousal. "God, Severus, yes... you're so good..."
Harry's words affected him as much as the boy's body did; making love to Harry made him feel incredible. He pounded harder, stroking the hard length, laying wet kisses on his back.
Harry screamed as he came, another incredible climax. He had thought he had had sex before, but Snape was right; he was a man, not a boy, and oh god what a difference that made! Severus knew exactly where to touch him, and how. The slightest caress made him tremble now. His seed coated the shower wall, and as he cried out, he felt complete.
Even without the creamy heat pulsing through his fingers from Harry's release, Severus knew the moment Harry came. The indescribable tightening, the keening cries; he knew he couldn't survive without this. His last coherent thought as he climaxed was that he was the luckiest man in the world. With one more savage thrust and a possessive growl, he marked Harry as his, once more.
Later, when they had emerged from the shower and dried off, Harry went to the kitchen to get something to drink. He was about to return to the bedroom with two cans of soda when he noticed something outside the window. "Hedwig! Severus! Hedwig is here!" He put the cans down on the table and hurried to the window to let the owl in.
Severus walked out of the bedroom, his hair still damp and dressed only in sweatpants. They didn't bother much with clothes; Harry said it just wasted time when they wanted to get them off again. Severus found he heartily agreed. He saw Harry standing by the window, petting the snowy white owl, dressed only in a short towel wrapped low on his hips. His heart gave a lurch at how beautiful, and young, Harry looked.
"She has a letter from Dumbledore," Harry said, holding it up, unopened.
"Open it," replied Snape, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach.
"I don't want to," admitted Harry, walking over to the older man. "You do it."
"As you wish," Severus agreed, accepting the envelope reluctantly. He pulled out a sheaf of parchment, lettered with Albus' distinctive handwriting.
"Go on, read it," Harry urged.
Snape glanced down, took a deep breath and read:
Dearest Severus and Harry,
I hope this note finds you both well and rested. By now the wards will have worn off and you should return to Hogwarts as soon as you are ready. Hedwig bears a portkey for both of you; it will take you back to the gates of the school. I would ask that as soon as you return you come to my office. There are a few things to discuss. Harry, your godfather Sirius is at Hogwarts and eagerly awaits your return. However, I should like to speak with the both of you before you see him, please.
Albus
Harry's eyes widened at the mention of his godfather. "Sirius! Oh shit!" If there was anyone who would be less pleased about his and Snape's relationship than the animagus, he couldn't think of them. Severus and Sirius still hated each other, and even though they had fought together against Voldemort, time had not much tempered their animosity.
"Oh shit indeed," Severus agreed. He too hadn't taken Black into account. Surely the man wouldn't take a liaison between his godson and his worst enemy lying down. This complicated things. He could see why Dumbledore wanted to see them first. He looked down at Harry. "Are you going to be all right?"
Harry sighed. He should have known this wouldn't be easy. "I don't want to go back."
"Why not?" Severus knew why he didn't want to go back to the real world, but he wanted to know what Harry was thinking.
"Well," Harry began, "For one thing, I got the impression that while Dumbledore gave us his approval, he won't stand for us being together at school."
Severus nodded. "I can't blame him for that."
Harry went on. "But that's not all. I... know we could wait out the last few months. I mean, it would be bad and all..." he trailed off, clearly afraid to say what he was thinking.
But Snape had a pretty good idea. "You're afraid this, what we have, will change for good when we get back to Hogwarts. You'll afraid I'll come to my senses?" he finished.
Harry dropped his eyes. "Something like that."
Severus almost laughed out loud at the idea of *him* getting tired of Harry. If anything, he feared the opposite. But he thought that laughter would only upset the boy more. "Harry," he said seriously, putting a finger under his chin and lifting it up so the boy met his eyes. "The last three days have been the best of my life. I have never felt happier. Ever. And I am not ready to give that up. I will restrain myself until you are no longer a student. But," he paused, taking a deep breath. He hadn't said it since that first night, but it needed to be said now. "Harry, I love you. And no one can keep us apart if you truly want us to be together."
Harry stared up at Severus, almost unable to believe what he had just heard. "Severus?" he said, voice almost cracking. "I love you too." And he flung himself into the older man's arms.
For a long moment, they held each other. Harry buried his face in Snape's shoulder, inhaling his scent. Severus was memorizing the feel of Harry against him.
At long last, they pulled back. Harry looked up at the older man. "I guess we should get ready to go back, then."
Severus nodded reluctantly. Then he smiled wickedly at the boy as Harry wiggled against him. "You're trying to distract me."
"Is it working?" Harry asked as he slid to his knees in front of Severus , looking up innocently as possible as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the man's sweatpants.
Snape bit back a moan at the lovely image of Harry Potter on his knees in front of him. He glanced down at the bulge that was quickly growing in his pants. "What do you think?"
"I think," Harry whispered huskily, "That I need to suck your cock." He pulled Severus' pants down to his knees as he spoke.
Snape threw his head back and gasped as Harry took his hard length into his mouth. "Oh god, yes, Harry..." he moaned as he buried his hand in the boy's damp hair. He knew this image would come clearly to mind every time he looked at Harry in Potions class.
They both forgot about their uncertain future for the next hour or so, lost in each other's bodies.
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Chapter 14: Chapter 14
The portkey deposited Harry and Severus outside the gates of Hogwarts. Harry looked up; the gates had never looked so imposing as they did at this very moment. He sighed and looked up at his lover. His lover that he had to pretend he wasn't hopelessly in love with for the remainder of the year.
Severus' thoughts were running mostly parallel to Harry's; the sight of the school was bringing home the enormity of what he had done; Dumbledore's approval or not, he had broken a trust. Pangs of self-doubt shot through him; but then he looked down at Harry. The boy smiled up at him uncertainly, and his heart ached. He loved Harry, there was no doubt of that. Come what may, that wouldn't change. Even if Sirius Black killed him.
Together, they walked through the gates, Harry reluctantly releasing Severus' hand as they approached the front doors. The halls were mostly deserted; no doubt most of the students were celebrating their last day of freedom in Hogsmeade. They spoke to no one as they made their way directly to Dumbledore's office, as requested. The door opened at Snape's knock, and they went in.
"Ah, Harry, Severus, do sit down. Tea?" the old wizard offered, pouring already. They accepted, Harry perching nervously on the edge of a high-backed chair and Severus looking ill at ease. The headmaster glanced up at the two of them and said, "Oh, do relax. I'm not going to bite your heads off. Sirius, on the other hand..." he chuckled at his own joke, then stopped as he saw the looks on his visitors' faces. "First of all, I want to thank you for your sacrifices on behalf of both the wizarding and Muggle worlds. All the accused are right now preparing for trial, and with the evidence you gathered, they will soon be on their way to their new home in Azkaban. You have probably saved many lives. I have commended you both for the Order of Merlin. Right, then. I do hope you've gotten past your... differences by now." He held up a hand as both Harry and Severus started to talk at once. "No, no, don't say anything, please. I know we are on shaky moral ground as it is, and I condoned it. I don't want to know. You are both adults, or nearly so, and what you do is your own business," he paused, looking serious, "Except for the fact that it cannot take place at this school."
Snape and Harry looked at each other. They had expected as much. Dumbledore went on. "You may be surprised at my attitude. But I firmly believe the two of you suit each other. Extremely well. However," he said, sobering, "There are those who will not take your relationship as well as I have."
"Sirius," nodded Harry, and Dumbledore nodded.
"He is not the only one who will object, but he will be the loudest." The headmaster looked stern. "As long as you are a student here, Harry, I must ask you to respect my rules. You cannot touch each other. I cannot give anyone a reason to accuse myself or Severus of taking advantage of you."
Snape nodded, and Harry pouted, but didn't object.
"It won't be long until the term is over," Dumbledore reassured them. "As far as Sirius is concerned, it is up to you whether or not you tell him about your relationship. He is bound to find out sooner or later and perhaps it would be best if he did not hear it from gossip."
Harry sighed. The headmaster was right. They should tell Sirius.
"Albus," Snape began, softly. "I wish to reiterate how appreciative we both are of your forbearance. I realize our situation is... unusual."
"Circumstances surrounding Mr. Potter are generally unusual," Dumbledore twinkled at the two of them.
Harry tried to sink down in his chair and blushed. That was the basis of most of the conflict between him and Snape. Things just always happened to him...
"I have never been more aware of that than I am now," Severus replied, and Harry was relieved to hear the joking tone underneath the silky voice.
"So we have an understanding, then?" Dumbledore asked, and both Snape and Harry nodded. The interview was over. "I wish you both the best of luck." Unsaid were the words, you'll need it.
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Harry and Severus walked down the hallway. "That went well," remarked the older man, and Harry had to agree.
"I think I'd better see Sirius alone, to start with," Harry mused, resisting the urge to grab Snape's hand. He had to get used to pretending they weren't together.
"That might be best," agreed the older man. "Unless you're worried..." he let the statement trail off, unsure how to say what he wanted to say.
"What, that Sirius will go apeshit?" laughed Harry.
"Well, I would have put it more eloquently, but, yes," admitted Severus.
"I think he will be very upset, but I'm not worried for my own safety, if that's what you mean," replied Harry. "Yours, on the other hand..."
"I shall be in my rooms putting up dog-resistant wards," Snape answered solemnly, but when Harry looked at him sharply, he couldn't resist a smile. "Just kidding, of course."
Harry grinned back. "Do you have any idea how adorable you are when you smile?"
Severus tried to look affronted. "Adorable? I beg your pardon... I am NOT adorable. I am a greasy, obnoxious bastard, I'll have you know."
That just made Harry laugh more, and they paused just inside the headmaster's hallway, and Snape drew the boy to him for one more kiss before they faced the real world.
Harry let himself be pulled close, snuggling against the strong body he had come to know so well. "God, I'm going to miss this," he sighed.
"You're not the only one," Severus whispered as his body reacted to Harry's. He bent his head down. "One more kiss? To hold us over?"
"There will never be enough kisses," Harry answered, but let the older man capture his mouth. Gently at first, their lips pressed together. But Harry couldn't resist deepening the kiss, his tongue demanding entrance to Severus' mouth. It was granted, and they lost themselves in the kiss, one last time, and the outside world went away.
At least until the outside world spoke. With Sirius Black's voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry, excuse me...Harry? What the hell? SNAPE? Get your slimy hands off my godson, you greasy paedophile!"
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Chapter 15: Chapter 15
Snape, unprepared, suddenly found himself pulled roughly away from Harry, and he reached for his wand as he was spun by a fist clenched in his robes. "Release me now, Black, and I won't kill you," he rasped as the animagus slammed him against the wall. But Black already had his wand out, and the man's eyes blazed maniacally at him.
"Tell me why I shouldn't blast you to bits right now," growled Sirius, his wand wavering in front of Severus' face.
"Sirius!" Harry shouted before Snape could answer, and he was trying to get in between the two men. "Stop it!"
"Harry, get out of the way before this idiot hurts you," Severus snapped.
"No, you're mistaken, Snape, you're the one I'm going to hurt. Stand back, Harry," snarled Black. "You don't know what you're doing."
"Sirius! I do know exactly what I'm doing!" Harry insisted.
"He certainly does," Snape couldn't resist smirking, making Black even more enraged. As Sirius tightened his grip on his throat, Severus thought to himself that remark might have been a bit much.
"Bastard! How dare you..." Black's eyes were blazing now, and he couldn't even put into words what he was accusing the other man of. "Harry, whatever spell he cast on you, we'll get it removed."
"Let go of him right now! There was no spell! We love each other!" Harry protested and when Sirius turned to look at his godson in disbelief, Severus shoved the other man away from him and got hold of his own wand.
Sirius staggered back, jaw still slack with surprise. Severus arranged his features into their customary smirk. "But... Harry... it's... Snape! How could you... no, I don't want to know..." he shook his head in apparent horror, looking back and forth from one to the other. "Snape," he finally snarled, "You cannot claim to love Harry."
"I do love him," Severus said seriously, and Harry's face lit up.
Sirius was still shaking his head in denial, but at least he didn't appear as if he was about to murder Snape any more. "How could you?" he repeated. "He's... old, and a complete bastard, and..." another thought seemed to occur to him, "And male! Harry, you're gay?"
"You just noticed?" smiled Harry, and Severus snorted, flashing a quick smile at the boy.
"Sirius was never known for his keen observational skills," Snape offered, and the other man growled at him. "This violent reaction just shows you've been spending too much time in animal form."
Sirius was flustered now, and he stepped back, unsure. He didn't put his wand away, though.
"You... you never said anything..." Sirius stammered.
Harry frowned. "The subject never came up. Does it make a difference?"
The animagus answered quickly, "No, of course not! I was just surprised... I love you no matter what, Harry. But, Snape? Of all people? He's old enough to be your..."
"Father, yes, I know, Sirius. I also know why you two hate each other." Harry looked back at Severus and smiled. "But love is strange sometimes."
Sirius winced and looked slightly ill at the mention of love and Severus Snape in the same sentence. "I don't want to know."
"I was going to tell you," Harry said. "I was on my way to see you."
"Dumbledore told me to wait until after he'd spoken to you, but I couldn't wait..." admitted Sirius.
"I wanted to tell you before you heard it from someone else," Harry said, "But I think this is actually worse."
"Sirius was also not known for his patience," interjected Severus, unable to resist.
Sirius' head snapped around toward Snape, and let out a low growl. "Don't push me, Snape. I haven't decided not to kill you yet. He's only sixteen, you pervert!"
Snape bared his teeth and started for the animagus. Harry grabbed his lover's arm and held on.
"Sirius," warned Harry. "Stop it! And I'm seventeen. I'll be eighteen in a few months."
"Harry, I cannot believe this still," Harry opened his mouth to protest, and Sirius held up his hand. "But, I will trust you for now. I don't trust you at all, Snape, but I trust Harry."
"I trust them both," interjected a calm voice.
All three men turned to see the headmaster walking down the hall toward them.
Sirius and Severus both started to talk at the same time, but Dumbledore held up one hand and they both stopped. He turned to address Sirius. "Mr. Black. I see you have failed to outgrow your impetuousness. I distinctly told you to wait."
"But Professor!" Snape and Harry were both amused to see the look on Sirius' face. The man looked instantly twenty years younger, a misbehaving schoolboy once again. "It's been so long since I've seen Harry..." he stopped talking at the look on the headmaster's face.
"Yes, well, be that as it may, Mr. Black, you can see that I had my reasons," Dumbledore finished. "Perhaps we should return to my office, then. I do hate people standing about in hallways having discussions."
They all followed Dumbledore back to his office. The old wizard settled himself behind his desk while Harry sat in the middle chair so Severus and Sirius wouldn't have to sit next to one another.
"Right. Well then, Sirius, you obviously are aware of Severus and Harry's relationship by now."
Sirius started to protest, but Dumbledore went on. "Yes, I am aware of it and I am also aware of the irregularity of such a relationship."
"Not to mention the illegality," shot back Sirius, clearly regaining his facilities.
"Well, actually, technically Hogwarts is a law unto itself," Dumbledore replied. That was news to Harry.
"But you cannot possibly approve," Sirius retorted indignantly. "Of such a relationship."
"Careful now, Sirius," the headmaster said warningly. "To which part of the relationship are you objecting? I'd hate to think you're more upset by the fact that they are both male rather than the age difference."
Sirius flushed. "Of course not, Professor!" he said, and Harry looked at him sharply. "It's the fact that it's Snape."
"I believe it's time to put aside such childish differences, Sirius. It was, after all, you who played that prank on Severus. And you are now both adults." Dumbledore looked as stern as Harry had ever seen him.
Sirius looked angry. "That's not the problem! He's always been an utter bastard to me and Remus and James. The fact that Harry is James' son is... is... perverse."
"Perverse?" interrupted Harry. "I don't think I like that, Sirius," he said warningly.
Severus put a hand on Harry's shoulder. Dumbledore interrupted. "An odd coincidence, definitely, Sirius. But Harry is very much his own person. He never even knew his father."
"Sirius," Harry said tightly. "I know this is hard for you to accept. But we have promised Professor Dumbledore that we wouldn't, um, continue our relationship until I graduate."
"Continue?" Sirius choked. "How far has it gotten?"
Severus couldn't help but smirk as he slid his hand possessively down Harry's arm. And the way Harry looked up at him and blushed slightly as he smiled, told his godfather all he needed to know. "Well," Harry began.
Sirius started to sputter indignantly, but once again Dumbledore stepped in. "I do not think discussing that will do anyone any good," he said soothingly. "Severus and Harry have given me their word, and that's good enough for me. Sirius, I think you should be happy for Harry, if nothing else."
"I *am* happy, Sirius," Harry said sincerely, holding on to Snape's hand. Severus wisely decided to stay silent.
Sirius looked as if he had swallowed something that tasted very bad, but he drew a deep breath and sighed, then said, "I do want you to be happy, Harry. I find it hard to believe that Snape makes you happy, but... I will go along with the headmaster on this."
"So you don't object?" Harry said hopefully.
"I didn't say that," Sirius replied. "I still don't understand it, and I don't want to know the details. But," he went on as Harry started to frown, "I don't think I can do much about it." He finished with a frown in Snape's direction.
"Well," Dumbledore said, smiling benignly and clapping his hands together, "That's all settled then! Splendid!"
Severus felt it was far from settled, but again decided that his comments would only stir things up again. It could have gone worse.
They all stood, Sirius still glaring past his godson at Snape, and Snape trying to look like he hadn't just had the most mind-blowing few days of his life fucking said godson, and Harry standing between them looking apprehensive. Dumbledore just beamed at everyone.
"I'm glad you're ok, Harry," Sirius began. "I'll drop by to see you again soon."
"That would be great," Harry replied, relieved. "Don't worry, Sirius."
"I will worry," Sirius replied. "Be careful, Harry." He looked at Dumbledore significantly.
"Harry is a very capable young man," smiled the white-haired wizard, enigmatically.
"I'm sure," Sirius replied, but he shot a dark look at Snape as he hugged Harry and headed for the door. "Goodbye."
As the door closed behind the animagus, Dumbledore looked at the both of them.
Harry said hastily, "I was on my way to see Sirius, I really was, but we were just walking and... there he was... and..."
"It was my fault, Albus..." Severus interrupted.
Dumbledore held his hand up, shaking his head. "I don't want to know. I just want your assurance that this type of thing will *not* happen again."
"You have it," Snape said seriously, and Harry nodded.
Dumbledore dismissed them then, and they walked down the hall once again, sobered.
Harry sighed. "How long until graduation?"
"Two long months," replied Severus.
"I'm not going to survive," declared Harry, and Severus felt inclined to agree.
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Harry tried to get back to normal, but it wasn't easy. He wasn't allowed to discuss the details of his mission with anyone, so that helped a bit, but Ron and Hermione felt as if that rule didn't apply to them. Harry gave them a few details, but not many. Certainly he didn't tell them about Snape. Ron still didn't deal well with the fact that Harry was gay. They were still best friends, but Ron didn't want to know the details about Harry's love life. Granted, walking in on your best friend making out with your older twin brothers must have been a bit of a nasty shock for him. Not the perfect way to come out, if there ever was one. But the horror of that day would no doubt pale next to the sheer uproar Ron would raise if he knew about Harry and Snape. Harry grinned to himself as he slid into bed. The look on Ron's face would be priceless, but he wouldn't do that to his friend. Hermione, on the other hand, didn't have a problem with his sexual orientation; in fact, she hadn't seemed at all surprised when Ron had told her what he'd seen. Harry knew, however, that she would be horrified at the fact that Harry was consorting with a teacher.
He lay back in bed, happy to be back at Hogwarts but suddenly very lonely. He missed Severus beside him. He missed the sex, of course, but mostly he missed the reassurance of the warm body beside him to snuggle against. Who would ever have thought Harry Potter would miss cuddling Professor Snape? But it was true. It took a long time for him to fall asleep.
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Severus sat staring at the empty fireplace, seeing nothing, mind far away. He finally roused himself; tomorrow it was back to the real world, and he needed his rest. Never mind that he dreaded his cold, lonely bed. He was a teacher, and had to do his job. His life had changed drastically in the last few days, but now it all felt like a dream as he tossed and turned, sleep eluding him. He hoped Harry was coping better than he; the ache in his heart was almost too much to bear. Harry was so close and yet so far.
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Chapter 16: Chapter 16
The school settled back into its normal rhythms. With only two months until the end of term, the pace had increased and the seventh year students were preparing for their NEWTs. This included Harry, but he was having a great deal of difficulty concentrating. After a mission like his and Snape's, and the ensuing few days, classes seemed trivial.
Severus was feeling it too. Preparing lesson plans was the furthest thing from his mind. All he could think about was the next time he could see Harry. The only time was during meals, as seventh year Potions wasn't until Friday. As he was head of Slytherin, he had no other excuse to see a student of another house, really.
Staring across the dining hall was no good, either. That would be easily noticed by any number of students. Also, Dumbledore was no doubt keeping an eye on the two of them.
They missed each other's company, but after a few days another kind of longing was beginning to grow. After several days of nearly constant sex, then being cut off entirely, both their bodies were not happy. Harry, especially, couldn't stop thinking of Severus' hands all over him, that voice, that mouth. Snape, as well, found himself obsessed with the memory of how Harry's skin felt, smelled, tasted. Every look across a room, their eyes chancing to meet, made them both ache with desire. Harry was sure he was hard most all the time. Severus wasn't much better off.
Harry had been trying his best not to touch himself; he didn't have much privacy. There was always someone else in the shower room, and in his room at night he worried someone would hear. He was about to lose his mind with need. Everything he saw, everything he heard, everything he smelled reminded him in some way of Severus. He had to be careful not to run into anyone lest they feel his near-constant erection and get the wrong idea. Even Quidditch, his refuge, was nearly impossible with a hard-on. His concentration and balance were shot to hell. Madame Hooch was completely exasperated with him.
Snape, on the other hand, had plenty of privacy but wasn't indulging his body's needs either. He, too, was nearly constantly aroused, but every time he weakened enough to touch himself, he would see Harry's handsome face in his mind's eye and feel guilty. He wanted to share his passion with Harry, not be alone. He stopped himself yet again, rolling over in his too-large bed, dreaming of the night he could make love to Harry right there. Masturbation seemed a poor substitute, so he resolved to be strong, until the moment they could be together again.
Finally Friday came; Harry found he had butterflies at the thought of being near Snape again. How in the world was he going to pull this off? He was already hard, of course, and he found himself wishing he had just chanced it in the shower this morning. His erection was becoming excruciating.
Severus wasn't faring much better. He had to go over his lesson plans three times to be sure he wouldn't make a mistake in the instructions. Today's potion was a complex one, befitting the advanced potions students, and one misstep could bring about chaos. And this time it wouldn't be Longbottom's fault. He lingered in his office, knowing most of the class would be in their seats already. He was anxious to see Harry yet apprehensive about giving himself away.
Harry too was waiting until the last moment; he didn't want to have to make small talk with any of his friends, or worse yet, verbally spar with Malfoy. His attention was divided and he didn't feel up to it. He finally went in and seated himself next to Ron and Hermione, who gave him funny looks. He could feel the gaze of the Slytherins from here, but he refused to even glance over even when he heard Malfoy's unmistakable sniggering. Harry was worried; he didn't know how he was going to be able to handle it if Snape was his usual awful self; though he knew the man had to keep up normal appearances, it was still going to be difficult. He looked up, trying not to smile, as Severus swept into the room.
Deliberately keeping his eyes from the Gryffindor side of the room, Severus walked behind his desk, putting today's notes carefully down. He was thankful that no one expected pleasantries from him; it was all he could do to concentrate on the day's lesson. He had managed, through worry, to will his erection away; but as his eyes inadvertently swept over the students, he caught sight of Harry, who seemed engrossed in his notes. Then those emerald eyes lifted, and held his for a long moment, and it all came rushing back. All the memories, all the blood to his cock; their eyes had met for the briefest of moments but he was left shaken and rock hard.
Harry felt it too; his heart was pounding and his erection was throbbing and he felt like he was broadcasting his feelings to everyone in the room.
But it was only a brief second; no one noticed anything untoward, and Snape began to speak. If they noticed a slight waver in his voice at first, they forgot it quickly. Soon his voice had its usual mellifluous rhythms, and they were frantically copying down the recipe for today's potion.
Harry, heard, though, and strangely enough it made him happy to know that he hadn't imagined everything that had happened. And he had to concentrate his hardest to hear Snape's words rather than his sexy voice. All he could think of was the words that voice had said to him. The way Severus had told him exactly what he was going to do to him. Words of sex from that voice should be illegal. He realized suddenly that his free hand was stealing into his lap, intent on rubbing the massive erection he had, and he had to stop himself. He was going to explode. Or make something else explode, a definite possibility in Potions class.
Finally, Snape could relax slightly; the instructions had been given and all he had to do was make sure no one screwed up too badly. The potion they were making today wasn't exceptionally volatile, but there was always a chance. And, he had to keep from staring at Harry. That was much easier said than done.
He stalked around the room, hoping he was giving off his usual air of menace. Menace wasn't easy when you were hard as a rock and aching to fuck your seventeen year old boyfriend, incidentally also your student, into the floor. He couldn't even summon up the shame the mental statement should have brought.
Severus knew that any deviation in his normal routine might raise suspicion; so he knew that sooner or later he would have to harass the Gryffindors. Trying to prepare himself, he took one last look at a student's potion and walked to the other side of the room.
Harry had been trying to concentrate on his potion, but the whole time he had been hyperaware of every move his lover made. Every time he heard Severus speak, it went straight to his arousal, and he was never happier to be working with Hermione. She was doing most of the work. That was a good thing. He almost dropped the wrong ingredient in when he looked up and saw the professor stalk over. He stopped and inspected Neville's potion, and the boy nearly fainted when Snape didn't deride him. Then the man was approaching his and Hermione's cauldron. Harry swallowed.
"Why are you so jumpy today, Harry?" Hermione asked with concern as she chopped her ingredients perfectly. She didn't notice Severus come up behind her, but Harry did.
Eyes locked with his lover's, Harry managed to say, "I'm not," before the man spoke. The velvet voice caressed Harry's entire body and he knew he looked flushed. He stared down at the cauldron, trying to get himself under control.
"It looks like you haven't messed this up too badly, Potter," Snape said mildly, almost a compliment coming from him. "However, that is no doubt due more to your partner than you." It was the best he could do, trying desperately not to lock eyes with Harry. He fancied he could smell the boy from here, smell the musky scent of his arousal just like he did when it was sliding into his mouth... if his control hadn't been so good he might have whimpered then, or growled; neither of which were a good thing to do in class. His erection throbbed, and it felt like the hard flesh would soon burst out from underneath his robes. He caught himself as his eyes swept down Harry's body, looking for tell-tale signs of arousal in his young lover. Time to move on.
Harry chanced a look up as Severus swept past, on his way to torment another classmate. For just a second, the man's robes molded to him and Harry could see the line of his erection, or thought he could. But the thought was enough; the very idea of Snape teaching class, hard for him, sent a fresh wave of desire through him nearly strong enough to make him come in his pants. He knew he was close, just from the thought and sight of the Potions master; one quick rub through his pants would send him right over the edge. He was sorely tempted; but the last rational thought in his head reminded him that as wonderful as the climax would be, if he managed to not get caught, he would have to spend the rest of the class with a wet patch in his pants. Not a fun prospect. He kept his hands on the table through sheer force of will. Hermione was looking at him strangely, so he tried his best to concentrate on their assignment. Not the looming, dark, sexy man whom he so wanted to bend him over this very desk and fuck him senseless.
How they got through what must have been the longest potions class in either of their lives, neither was sure. But finally the bell rang, dismissing them, and though Harry tried to linger, Ron and Hermione seemed intent on dragging him out of class as quickly as possible.
It was a beautiful day out, and after they dropped their books off in their rooms, Hermione wanted to take a walk around the lake. Ron agreed, and Harry couldn't think of a more acceptable reason than he would rather not because he needed Snape to lick him all over right *now*, so they went. It was nice, and did serve to distract Harry temporarily from his problem. But it wasn't what he really wanted to do. It wasn't fair, he thought to himself. They loved each other. They wanted to be together. Why couldn't he and Severus be together?
Unseen, on a hidden balcony, the Potions master watched the three teenagers. He sighed, tracing unseen patterns on the stone he leaned against, wanting nothing more than to touch Harry everywhere. Life wasn't fair.
Both men knew they wouldn't be able to make it. They both resolved to see each other. Somehow. Somewhere. Some way.
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Chapter 17: Chapter 17
Another Sunday dawned bright and sunny; another week of stolen glances and intense longing. Harry dragged himself back from Quidditch practice, sore from another rough session. He had been throwing himself headlong into everything, trying to dull the ache he felt from being away from Severus. He felt like he was trapped in a bad romance novel. He couldn't even speak to his lover, lest anyone guess what was going on. Severus Snape and Harry Potter having a normal conversation would stir up nearly as much gossip as if they had kissed in the great hall. Though that would have been more satisfying.
Harry was deliberately lagging behind, not wanting to have to put up an act for his teammates, preferring to be on his own. He hadn't realized the changing room was empty except for him until he heard Severus' voice. His head snapped up.
"Severus! You're here! But..."
"Relax, Harry," soothed the Potions master. "No one is here. For the moment."
"But what if..." Harry couldn't help worrying. Severus' career and reputation were on the line here. He had much more to lose than Harry, who would invariably be seen as the victim. Little did they know that Harry had determinedly seduced Snape, not the other way around.
A shadow of the man's usual sneer twisted his face. "I fancy that even such an addled fool as I have become can manage to set the correct spells for a brief, private chat."
Harry grinned at him seductively. "Just a chat?"
"Yes, my little incubus, just a chat," replied Severus firmly. "Unfortunately."
Harry smile again. "God, I've missed you."
"You have no idea," agreed Severus. "Of course, I'm sure you just miss me because you're a sex-starved teenager."
"I thought you liked the fact that I'm a sex-starved teenager," mock-pouted Harry.
Severus smirked at his lover. "You know I do." He became serious once again. "I really do miss... just being with you."
Harry sighed. "Me too. I love you, Severus."
"I love you too, Harry," answered Snape. "We cannot stay here long." Harry took a step toward him. "Nor can we do that."
"How did you know what I was going to do?" laughed the boy.
"I guessed," admitted Severus. "Regardless of what it was, we cannot do it. Infrequent meetings such as this will have to suffice until you finish school."
Harry latched onto that idea. "So when can we meet again?"
Severus thought. "During your next potions class, I'll give you detention. I'm sure I can find good reason," he smirked.
"But that's not until Friday!" wailed Harry, his whole body aching with need for his lover.
"I am aware of that. However," and Severus let his voice soften as he looked at the beautiful boy, "It will have to do."
Well, at least it gives me something to look forward to, mused Harry to himself as he trudged back to the castle. They had had to leave separately, of course, and Snape had stayed behind to ensure no one saw them. And damned if he wasn't going to give Severus a hard time, literally, when next they met.
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By the time Friday came, Severus was nearly mad with need. If he had thought his frustration was bad before, it was now a thousand times worse. Harry seemed to have taken it upon himself to drive away the rest of his reason. At first it seemed like a coincidence. Every time he could chance a glance toward the Gryffindor table, it seemed that Harry was sucking on something. A banana, a strawberry, a sweet of some sort; it soon dawned on him that the insufferable boy was doing it deliberately. Of course, now that he had realized it, it was harder than ever to keep his eyes away. He was drawn back, inexorably, to watch that wicked mouth lavish attention on something else. It didn't matter what; Severus wanted to be whatever object was currently enjoying the privilege of that tongue, those lips. His arousal throbbed, hidden under his robes; it had already taken all of his self-control not to grab Harry and take him right there in the changing rooms. How could he be alone with the boy now? But he would no more give up that chance at a few moments alone than he could stop breathing. He would just have to keep his desk between himself and Harry. Maybe that would work. He snorted; he didn't even sound sincere to himself.
Shit. Time for seventh-year Potions.
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Harry was finding it difficult to keep from giggling; he was hoping his antics of the past week had had the desired effect. The fact that they had also painfully aroused him was beside the point. He would make Severus lose control. For him. He had done it before; he had no doubt of the effect he had on the older man. Harry found he quite enjoyed being a cock tease.
Class commenced; the professor swept in and gave the instructions. Snape deliberately paired Harry with Seamus this time, knowing it would be more believable if he made a mistake.
Harry had actually been studying Potions quite diligently; he didn't want his lover to think he was ignorant of his chosen subject. So he knew he could actually make today's potion quite easily, but he also knew exactly how to make it explode quite spectacularly as well. Perfect for getting assigned detention. All he had to do was add two ingredients in the wrong order, and Seamus would never even know.
Severus was over by the Slytherins, trying to figure out how to justify detention for Harry alone when there was a loud "gloop" just before the screams started. He whirled to see potion dripping from the walls, ceiling and several of Harry's classmates. He stalked over, his wand out, already cleaning the mess, and stopped in front of Harry and Seamus. "I should have known. Mr. Potter. Mr. Finnegan. Care to explain why you have attempted to redecorate my classroom?"
Seamus started to rattle on about it not being his fault, he was only chopping the ingredients and giving them to Harry, and Harry was explaining that he'd only followed the formula. Snape put on his best sneer, not looking directly at Harry for fear he'd get an uncontrollable urge to smile, and said, "I apologize to you, Mr. Finnegan, for pairing you with such an incompetent partner. Mr. Potter clearly feels that he is above such mundane things as following directions, and therefore has made a lovely mess. A mess he will clean up, without magic, during detention, immediately after this class." He saw Ron and Hermione shoot Harry sympathetic looks as he set about cleaning off only the students, and leaving the remaining mess, ostensibly for Harry to clean.
Harry tried to look wronged as he slouched in his chair. It wasn't easy, when all he wanted to do was jump up and down at the prospect of being alone with Severus once again. He took up his quill and started writing some random notes. He waited until he was sure the professor was looking at him, and he ran the quill feather down the soft skin of his neck, licking his lips. He was hard as a rock once again.
Severus sighed and seated himself at his desk. Harry was going to kill him. His eyes followed the feather, wishing it were his mouth on Harry's tender skin instead. The end of the class was almost upon them, and his body was celebrating the fact that he would be alone with the boy very soon. It was difficult to keep up his customary scowl. Of course, he had a few bones to pick, so to speak, about Harry's provocative actions this past week.
The bell rang and the students scrambled to leave as quickly as possible. Except Harry, who was playing his part exceptionally well and looking very annoyed as he spoke to his friends. Finally everyone left, and Severus and Harry stared at each other silently for a long moment, making sure than no one had forgotten something and was coming back for it. But no, everyone was long gone, eager to start their weekend. Snape locked the door securely, and quickly cleaned the rest of the mess with a spell. Then he rose, leading the way to his private office. Harry followed silently.
Harry watched as Severus sat behind his desk. The man looked his usual self, and he wondered if his lover was truly angry with him for his teasing. He wasn't perfect at reading Severus yet. He started around the desk toward him, but the professor stopped him.
Severus said quietly. "You must stay on that side of the desk, Harry. I must insist, if we are to continue to meet in this way. I cannot trust myself near you, to follow the headmaster's directive." He wasn't lying. His cock was hard as rock and his fingers ached to touch Harry. He was on the edge. "Especially given your recent behaviour."
"You're serious," replied Harry.
"Yes, I am."
"Are you angry with me, Severus?" Harry asked as he sat in a chair across from him. "I'm sorry, I was just having some fun. I was torturing myself, too, you know."
"I'm not angry, but you have caused me considerable distress," murmured Severus, and his voice poured over Harry like honey. "Unfortunately, I cannot punish you in the manner I would wish to at this time."
Harry shivered at the thought of what his lover would do for "punishment." He suspected he would enjoy it greatly. "You do realize that just makes me want to tease you more."
A brief smile flitted across Severus' face. "I suspected as much. You Gryffindors mistake foolhardiness for bravery."
"It's neither, Severus," Harry said softly. He slid his hand under his robes, rubbing at his aching erection. "I just want you so much."
"Harry," Severus breathed, unable to take his eyes off the boy touching himself. "Stop it." But voice lacked conviction. "We can't."
Harry saw the unmistakable hunger in the older man's eyes. This was an aspect they hadn't had a chance to explore in their short time together. Severus seemed to be very interested in what he was doing. "We can't what, Severus?" He stood up. "*We* aren't doing anything. I am."
The Potions master just stared as Harry stood up, unbuttoning his robes and letting them drop to the chair. Underneath, the boy wore a plain white shirt, his tie and gray trousers that bulged very obviously. He knew he had to stop Harry, that they couldn't do this... but he couldn't find his voice as the boy loosened his tie and unbuckled his belt. His cock throbbed and he felt like the temperature had risen in the room.
Harry watched the conflict on his professor's face. If Severus told him he had to stop, he would, albeit reluctantly. But as long as the man kept looking at him that way, he was going to enjoy himself. He squeezed his erection through his trousers and moaned. Having Severus watch while he touched himself was nearly as good as the other man touching him. Nearly. He was unbuttoning his trousers when Severus found his voice.
"Harry!" he groaned. "We... can't..." But he still couldn't stop looking at Harry, and his own hand was traitorously inching toward his own arousal.
"I know that, Severus," Harry answered. "But we're not touching. At all."
"You know that's not what he meant," Severus replied, knowing they were talking about the headmaster's restrictions.
"But Severus," purred Harry, unzipping his trousers as he stepped closer, standing just across the desk from the teacher. "I'm so hard. It won't hurt if I... take care of this... and you just happen to watch, right?" Without waiting for an answer, he climbed up on the desk and kneeled right in front of his lover.
"Harry," Severus said in a strangled voice, but he couldn't say anything else as he watched Harry slide his trousers down to mid thigh. He wore no underwear. He pushed his white shirt out of the way. The boy's hard cock was right at eye level, and all he could think of was how much he wanted to wrap his lips around it, taste the dew gathered at the tip, plunge the hard length deep into his mouth and suck until Harry screamed his name. He could smell Harry's arousal, the deep musky scent of the boy's desire for him. He heard the boy's throaty moan as he slowly wrapped his fingers around his own erection. Harry spread his legs apart as far as they would go. "Oh god..."
Harry couldn't help the needy sounds he made as he stroked himself ever so slowly, never taking his eyes off Severus' face. The look of pure need in those dark piercing eyes made him even hotter. God, the way the man was looking at him, as if it was taking every ounce of self-control he possessed to not fuck him right here on this desk... his lover watching him was almost as good as his hand stroking him. "Severus," he managed to moan. "Do you like this? Do you like to watch me?" His lover only nodded, not trusting his voice. "Touch yourself for me, Severus," pleaded Harry, stroking faster. "I want to watch you too."
Severus was too far gone now to protest any more. He told himself they were following the letter of the rules as he unbuttoned his robe with trembling fingers. It seemed to take forever to get his trousers unfastened. Finally, he managed to get all his clothes out of the way enough so that his aching erection was freed. It didn't help that he couldn't take his eyes off Harry the whole time. He was sure he had never seen anything more erotic than the seventeen-year-old boy kneeling on his desk, pumping his own cock slowly as he moaned.
Harry watched avidly as Severus freed his cock, and he licked his lips, wishing he could taste his lover. But if this was all they could do, he was certainly going to enjoy it. "Oh, yes, Severus, that's it," he moaned, watching as the older man stroked himself. "I love to see you touch yourself. Does that feel good?"
"Yes," groaned Severus. "But I wish you were doing it. I wish you were sucking me," he said, stroking faster as he watched Harry. "I wish I could bend you over that desk and fuck you hard, you little tease."
Harry shuddered at he image the other man's words gave him. He pumped faster, eyes roaming from his lover's face to his hand on his cock. "I want that so much," agreed Harry, panting now. "I've been a terrible tease, haven't I?"
"Yes, you have, Harry," Severus answered, gritting his teeth as the pleasure built up. He wanted this to last. "But I liked it."
"I know you did," replied Harry. "It made me so hard, teasing you, Severus. I do hope you're going to punish me properly as soon as we can."
"Oh," gasped Severus, as the sudden image of Harry bent over his lap to be spanked shocked him with the temptation of it. It seemed Harry was tapping the deepest depths of his depravity. "I'd like that, Harry."
"I thought so," breathed Harry. His cock was dripping, he was so wet, and his hand stroked faster and faster. "I'm so close..."
"Do it, Harry. Make yourself come. I need to see it," begged Severus, his own hand moving faster as he thrust his hips up to meet it.
Harry couldn't even speak any more as he stroked faster yet, arching up and surrendering to the rising tide of release. He cried out as he climaxed, coating his stomach and hand with hot seed, calling his lover's name.
Severus whimpered as he watched Harry give himself over to pleasure, watched every pulse of seed, memorized every sound he made. He was so close, he could barely hold back his own release, but he had to wait until Harry was done, didn't want to miss a second. Harry was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
As soon as Harry opened his eyes again, Severus let go, letting himself climax with a growling moan. He was nearly paralyzed with intense waves of pleasure; he felt like his was going to explode as his release went on and on.
Harry watched through sated eyes as his lover came, marveling at how sensual the man looked, how much he desired him, how much he loved him.
Finally, the only sound in the room was the sound of two men catching their breath. Harry finally spoke. "That was amazing," he marveled.
"Did you come in here with the intention of doing that?" Severus grumbled mildly, trying to remember the correct spell to clean them both up.
Harry managed to struggle back into his clothes. "I'll never tell," he grinned, doing up his robe.
"You'll be the death of me yet, Mr. Potter," the older man sighed.
"But you'll die happy!" shot back Harry, and Severus had to admit he was right. As much as he wanted to hold the boy, they were pretending to follow the rules, so they settled for gazing at each other for a long moment before Harry had to leave. Severus didn't bother telling Harry that they couldn't do that again. It would just encourage him.
They both slept a bit better that night, but both knew it was only a matter of time before they fell to temptation once again.
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Chapter 18: Chapter 18
Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting in the library, surrounded by books and sheaves of parchment. Hermione was studying intently, Ron was trying to study, and Harry was dreaming, staring off into space.
Harry was just in the middle of a very nice fantasy that involved Severus and some whipped cream when he realized Ron was talking to him. "What?"
"I said," Ron repeated impatiently, "that you're not listening, Harry. What's the matter?"
"Nothing," Harry said quickly, looking back at the notes he was revising, trying to remember what he was supposed to be studying.
"Honestly, Harry, you're going to have to concentrate. Only a week left until the NEWTs!" Hermione pointed out unnecessarily.
"Don't remind me," grumbled Harry. All of their classes for the last two weeks had been focused on revision for the tests, the ones that would determine what they would do after they finished Hogwarts. He was fairly sure he knew the material after seven years, but Hermione's endless worrying was getting to him. He was beginning to doubt himself. And the worst part was, he wasn't sure he cared. All he could think about was Severus. He was sure his Potions notes made no sense whatsoever.
Ron slammed a book shut and dropped his head to the table. "My brain is full," he announced. "I can't wait until the weekend. Hogsmeade," he said wistfully.
A Hogsmeade weekend for the upper years had been announced, the weekend before the tests began, because the headmaster felt it would relieve some of the tension for the students. Ron thought it was a wonderful idea, but Hermione was horrified.
"Ron! You can't seriously be considering going into town this weekend? This will completely disrupt my study schedule!" she hissed.
The only thought Harry had had on hearing the announcement was if there was a way he could be alone with Snape while everyone else was gone. They hadn't managed it since their encounter in Severus' office, and Harry was ready to die from arousal. But Ron seemed intent on dragging Harry with him, and Harry suspected that Hermione, despite her objections, would come along just to make sure the two boys didn't waste too much time. He listened to their argument vaguely, hoping they would give in and admit their feelings for one another soon, before they drove him crazy. He was just slipping into a pleasant fantasy when he was interrupted once again.
"Harry! You're drifting off again!" Hermione chided him.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"What is wrong with you lately, Harry?" demanded Ron.
"Yes, you haven't been yourself. Is there anything wrong? Something you want to talk to us about?" Hermione asked with concern. Harry looked at them both and felt guilty. They were his best friends, and they were worried about him, but he couldn't tell them. "If I didn't know better..." she trailed off, looking at Harry through narrowed eyes, and her gaze made him fidget.
"What?" Ron demanded, confused. "I hate it when you leave off in the middle of a sentence."
"If I didn't know better," Hermione repeated, "I'd say Harry's smitten."
"Smitten?" Ron said incredulously. Harry tried not to blush as red as his friend's hair. "You mean..."
"Yes, it would explain the distraction," Hermione said. She looked at Harry. "You're acting like you're in love."
"How would you know?" snorted Ron. "Those romance books?"
It was Hermione's turn to blush. "No..."
Then Ron appeared to remember what he knew about Harry's sexual orientation. "But... no, I don't want to know..."
Harry tried to be indignant. "If the two of you have quite finished discussing my private life?" They both looked at him, a bit ashamed. "Thank you. Now let's get back to Charms." If they noticed he never denied the accusation, they didn't bring it up again. Though Harry could swear Hermione was watching him more closely.
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Saturday dawned bright and clear, and Harry was looking forward to the day for once. A week of tests, then one more week and it was over. He would be free of school, free to be with Severus. Classes were excruciating, especially Potions, and since they were just revising there were no potions to mess up, earning detention. And it seemed that either Ron or Hermione was with him all the time, so he had no chance whatsoever to sneak away. He was so tired every night that he fell exhausted into bed, with no energy to sneak out with the Invisibility Cloak. A few shared looks at mealtimes were all they could manage. Just those looks, though, were enough to fuel his fantasies.
He tried not to think about those fantasies as he stood in the shower. He knew Ron was right in the next stall, and he didn't really want to indulge himself right there. Ron was skittish enough as it was. He washed and dried quickly, eager to get out of the castle for a while.
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Snape sat at his desk, making out a list of the ingredients he needed. He needed a few more items for the practical part of the Potions NEWT, and though he could have gone any time, he had convinced himself he needed to go today. There was a slight chance he might run into Harry. He knew it sounded pathetic, but he had never felt this way about anyone before. He hated feeling like an adolescent. Or what he guessed an adolescent felt like, as he had never considered himself as such. One more check through his stores and he was done. He fastened his heavy robes about him, no matter that it was a sunny spring day. Severus Snape walking about in shirtsleeves would cause no end of speculation, and he didn't want any more scrutiny right now. Now, when they had almost survived their ordeal.
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Hermione and Ron dragged Harry around Hogsmeade like a dead weight, trying to distract him from his ennui. They were sitting outside the Three Broomsticks, enjoying the weather, when Harry saw a familiar black-clad figure across the street. He couldn't help staring, so much so that Hermione, who had been watching him like a hawk all day, noticed. She followed Harry's line of sight before he could cover it up. She frowned.
"That's odd. I'm sure I've never seen Professor Snape in Hogsmeade before," she mused, looking straight at Harry.
Ron swiveled to look. "That greasy bastard! We just can't get away from him, can we, Harry?" He laughed, not noticing that Harry wasn't laughing with him. Hermione did, though, so Harry tried to force a smile. Ron went on, oblivious. "You'd think the old git was following you around or something."
Harry cleared his throat and tried desperately to think of something to say, to change the subject. Hermione was still looking at him strangely, and he had to really fight to keep himself from watching Snape's progress along the street. He should be nearly opposite them by now. He was no doubt heading for the potions shop just farther along. Surely he would see Harry and his friends... but there was no way the man would come over there. Harry needed to find a way to get away.
Evidently dismissing Snape from his mind, Ron said, "Well, what's next? Zonko's?" he suggested hopefully.
"Ron! You know we need to go to the bookstore first!" she chided, and Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Yes, well, that too," Ron answered sheepishly, and Harry saw his chance.
"Why don't you go on and I'll meet you at Zonko's?" Harry suggested, he hoped in a nonchalant voice. "I don't need any books and I need to be fitted for new dress robes for the end of year ceremony. Mine are much too short."
Ron looked torn. Hermione looked suspicious. Harry felt guilty. But all in all it was a sensible idea, and they couldn't fault it. There was no point in them all going to the robe shop.
"All right," Hermione agreed. "If you're sure you're all right." She didn't look convinced, and Harry decided he needed to be careful.
The went their separate ways, and Harry walked toward the robe shop, glancing back over his shoulder to make sure his friends had gone into the book shop before changing direction and ducking into the potions shop.
The relative darkness of the shop in contrast to the bright sunny day made him pause for a moment at the door, blinking. Finally his eyes began to adjust and he looked around, hoping he hadn't missed Severus. He hadn't seen him come out again, but admittedly he hadn't been watching every second. He smiled a greeting at the proprietor, and pretended to be browsing the shelves. He drifted toward the back of the store, looking for his lover.
He was about to give up and look elsewhere when a familiar deep voice caressed him from behind. "Mr. Potter. Are you following me?" The tone was mild, the rich sexy voice going right to his cock.
Harry shivered and spoke without turning around. "As a matter of fact, I am," he said. "You looked suspicious. You were obviously up to something."
A deep velvet laugh made him even harder. "So suspicious... I am indeed "up" to something, and it's a pity you can't assist me with it."
Harry almost moaned at the implication that Severus was standing a foot behind him, aroused for him. "Yes, a real pity," he agreed. "I seem to have a similar problem. Is there... no way... to solve our problems?"
Severus sighed as he stared at the back of Harry's head. How much he wanted to just bend the boy over and take him right here... his erection throbbed painfully as he let himself imagine it. "Harry..." he whispered. He raised a hand, needing to touch his lover, but unable to. He let his hand drop sadly.
Harry couldn't stand it. He turned quickly, looking at the taller man. The sight of Severus, so close yet so far, made his heart as well as other parts of him ache. The elegant features, the dark eyes that burned with passion for him... "Is there nowhere we can go? Just to talk?"
Snape looked down at Harry. The boy looked so young and so beautiful. He really didn't deserve something so perfect. "We can't, Harry..."
"Just to talk?" Harry knew he was pushing, but he wasn't thinking clearly any more.
"I don't trust you," smirked Severus, and Harry grinned. He looked around. "Ok. Meet me in the alley behind this shop in five minutes." He pressed a bottle into Harry's hand. "Buy that so you don't look so suspicious."
Harry smiled and complied, not even caring what he was buying. He hurried out, and with a quick glance down the street, ducked into the alleyway. He hurried around to the back of the building eagerly. Snape was waiting for him, beckoning him over behind a pile of boxes.
Severus waited until Harry was next to him before casting a privacy spell around them. No one would see or hear them for a short while. "Harry," he began, before he was suddenly cut off by an armful of eager seventeen-year-old boyfriend. He moaned as Harry pressed himself as closely as possible against him. "We can't..."
"We're not on school grounds," Harry pointed out, before kissing Severus deeply.
Snape would have admitted he had a point were his mouth not currently otherwise occupied. He decided that maybe one kiss wouldn't hurt, and kissed back with enthusiasm, pushing Harry up against the brick wall, his body rocking against the boy's gently. He knew they were torturing themselves but it felt too good to stop.
They parted finally, panting for air, staring at each other with glazed eyes. "You're terrible," said the Potions master finally, still pressing Harry to the wall. "Who's corrupting whom here?"
Harry just grinned, thrilled that the older man wanted him so much that he couldn't stop himself. "You love it."
"I love you," he corrected. "But technicality or not, we should not be doing this."
"I know," sighed Harry, resting his head against Severus' chest. "I just couldn't stand it a minute longer."
"I know the feeling," Snape said, tightening his grip around Harry, pulling him even closer.
"Two more weeks," murmured Harry, pressing as hard as he could against Severus. "Then..."
"Then," continued the older man, whispering in Harry's ear between nibbles on his neck, "You're mine. All mine." He slid a thigh between Harry's legs, pressing lightly.
"Oh god," moaned Harry, spreading his legs wider, rubbing his erection against Severus' thigh, almost mounting it. "I'm yours."
"You know what will happen, when the school year is over, Harry?" purred the older man, unable to help himself. The feel of the boy's need against him made him even harder, and he could almost smell Harry's arousal. He pulled back so he could look into the boy's green eyes. So beautiful... "I will take you in every position possible. But only after I drive you insane with need, and you're begging me at the top of your lungs for me to shove my hard cock inside your tight little ass."
Harry just whimpered. "Severus..." He rocked against his lover, then slid a hand under Snape's robes, needing to touch him. "Anything. I want you to do everything to me."
"I will," promised Severus, nearly out of control. He wanted so badly to drive into Harry right here, right now, never mind the fact that they were in an alley. Then he felt Harry's hand delving under his robes, and he moaned. "Harry..."
Harry finally found his way to Snape's trousers, and quickly got his hand inside to touch the heated length. He stroked the hard flesh, trying to free it from the trousers, wanting more contact.
Harry's hand touching him after weeks of frustration was nearly too much. Severus wasn't thinking much, any more, as he did the same, fumbling through layers of clothing to reach Harry's arousal. He wrapped his hand around it, and the boy's gasp was music to his ears.
"Severus..." gasped Harry, and he leaned his head on the other man's shoulders, knees going weak.
Snape held Harry with one hand while the other stroked up and down in the limited confines of the jeans. Harry did the same to him, and though the contact was far from ideal, it was all they had and they were not about to stop. Harry's hand on his cock felt wonderful and the fact that they were essentially in public added to it.
Harry held onto Severus with one hand clenched into the other man's robes, and stroked his lover's cock as best he could. Pleasure shot through him as Severus squeezed and stroked, and he moaned until his mouth was captured in another kiss. He felt Snape start to thrust into his hand, and knew the other man was close. He broke off the kiss and pulled back. He wanted to see Severus' face as he climaxed. He needed to memorise it, to get him through the next two weeks. He thought about what it would be like to give himself to Severus freely, not having to hide anything, making love all day and all night. The thought of lying naked in Snape's bed drove him over the edge; he struggled to keep stroking the other man's cock as he climaxed, crying out his name.
Harry's voice gasping his name was almost as good as the boy's touch; and when he felt him give in to release, Severus could do nothing but follow, determined that the next time he climaxed, it would be inside Harry.
Both men rode out their climaxes, holding on to each other desperately. It was a bittersweet pleasure, stolen in the face of their forced separation. But they couldn't help it; they only hoped it would help them survive the next two weeks.
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Chapter 19: Chapter 19
Later, Harry would never know how he got through his NEWTs. It was all a blur; he had to trust that somehow he had absorbed enough information in his seven years at Hogwarts. Day after day, the only blessing of all the exams was that Harry had little time to miss Severus. He collapsed into bed after more revision, falling into thankfully dreamless sleep. Only to drag himself up for another grueling day of tests.
His Potions exam consisted of two parts: written and practical. The written portion was administered by another professor Harry didn't know very well; he told them Professor Snape was busy administering the practical exam to another class. The practical Potions exam for Harry would be on Friday, his last test. It was rumoured to be brutal. He remembered Fred and George going on about it, two years ago. The way they told it, they had been very tempted to ingest some belladonna about halfway through, convinced it would be the easy way out. Harry knew it would be even worse for him, distracted as he would be by his lover. He also knew that Severus would never risk his own integrity by giving Harry a higher grade than he deserved. Harry really wouldn't have it any other way. Which, he mused, was probably one of the reasons Dumbledore hadn't minded their affair as much as he might have.
Harry wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but Hermione seemed to be watching him even more closely. When he had met them in Zonko's after his tryst with Severus, she had looked decidedly suspicious. Harry tried to act as normally as possible, but felt her eyes on him, especially in the dining hall. He could only manage surreptitious, passing glances at his lover, and it was driving him mad. The week seemed as if it would never end.
Severus kept himself as busy as possible so he wouldn't have time to think either. The closer the end of the school year became, the slower the time seemed to go. He always looked forward to the end of the year to regain his peace and quiet, but never so much as this year. He alternated between elation at the thought of being with Harry openly and trepidation that the boy would quickly grow tired of him. Severus Snape was not a man who enjoyed an emotional rollercoaster.
The final day of exams; Potions. Harry woke, feeling not at all rested, and too nervous to eat. He was fairly sure he had passed most of the exams, but Potions was never his strong point. Add to that the tension he felt whenever he was near Severus; a recipe for disaster. For once he was as apprehensive as Ron as they walked into class together. A quick glance to the front of the classroom, and he saw Severus, standing behind his desk, looking formidable. He dragged his eyes away, and with a start he looked right into Hermione's eyes. She was watching him again. Harry tried desperately to quell the blush that sprang to his cheeks. She couldn't possibly know anything. Could she? He shoved his worries to the back of his mind; he had to concentrate on this last exam.
Severus took a deep breath, deliberately not looking at Harry, as he waited for the students to settle in their seats. Wordlessly, he moved around the classroom, handing out their assignments. To reduce the temptation to cheat, there were four different assignments, assigned randomly. The students had to work alone, so the potion couldn't be too complex. Every year, he came up with different potions. When everyone had their parchment, he stood at the front of the class and announced the instructions, and told them they had exactly three hours to complete the potion. They would find the ingredients in one of two cabinets. They were not to talk with each other at all. They were to notify him when they were finished. No questions were allowed. He bade them start, and retreated behind his desk to observe.
Harry sighed and tried to concentrate on his assignment. The ingredient list wasn't given; they were expected to know these by heart. He stared at the piece of paper; he was to brew a simple decongestant potion. He racked his brain trying to remember the ingredients. He knew this... he made some notes; he hadn't made this potion since fourth year but it was one of the ones he had studied. He could do this. Mint extract, witch hazel... it slowly came back to him as he tried to picture the recipe in his head. Most of the ingredients were quite simple, with just one or two magical ingredients as a catalyst. Some people, notably Hermione, were already getting their ingredients and beginning to prepare them. Harry stared at the paper, trying to remember the rest of the materials. Finally, he thought he had everything, and crossed the classroom to get everything he needed.
Luckily for him, the fact that this was hard work was helping to distract him from Severus. He could still see him, though, out of the corner of his eye, staying out of the way by his desk. Harry wanted to get good marks on this exam, of course, but also he wanted to prove to his lover that he wasn't just a stupid kid, the famous Harry Potter who had got everything handed to him. Though he knew that Severus didn't really feel that way about him, he still felt self- conscious, especially when in class and he was reminded of their teacher-student relationship. Not for much longer, he reminded himself, then had to refocus on his task before he thought too much about it.
Slowly it came back to him, and he brewed the potion as best as he could. Around him, other students were finishing, and Snape was coming around to grade them. He concentrated on his cauldron. The potion was almost finished.
Severus was happy he could do this in his sleep right now; for he was certainly not giving the whole of his attention to the students' potions. He carried his grade book around, sniffing potions and looking at them critically, checking for color and consistency. To his immense surprise, most of the students were progressing adequately. He didn't have to test these basic potions with anything else than his eyes and nose. One by one, the students finished and filed out after cleaning up after themselves. Out of the corner of his eye, he kept watch on Harry. This exam couldn't possibly be over too soon.
Once he had started preparing the potion, Harry actually started to feel more confident. Bits and pieces of teaching had seemed to penetrate his brain, showing he had paid more attention to Severus than he had thought. He knew damn well that he would never have a career in the potions field; but he could get through this test, he knew he could. The thought of a career made him think of what he was planning to do after finishing school, but he resolutely pushed that out of his mind. It was no use worrying about that until he got his NEWT scores. Those would determine where his career, or further training, would take him. He concentrated on his work. He still was aware, however, of his lover sweeping around the classroom checking potions. He added the last ingredient, then stirred exactly 35 times in a counterclockwise direction while muttering the proper incantation. There was a brief flash of light, slightly pinker than it should have been, but still within acceptable parameters. If he remembered correctly. And his potion was finished. He glanced up to catch Snape's eye, and stepped back from his cauldron.
Severus noted that only five students remained in the classroom still; he doubted there was enough time for Longbottom, who had restarted his potion process at least twice. But now Harry seemed to be done; he felt a brief twinge of apprehension that his lover had got it right. He walked over slowly, trying to keep his face appropriately blank. "Finished at last, Potter?" he drawled.
Harry scowled, not entirely faked. "I'm within the allotted time," he protested.
Severus made a show of checking the wall clock. "Just," he allowed. "Let's see what you've managed to brew," he said with a mild sneer.
Harry looked down to hide the flush brought on just by being near Severus, remembering the last time they'd been together, in the alley. He tried not to watch the older man's graceful hands as he stirred the potion and scooped up some of the liquid and let it drip back into the cauldron.
Severus watched the liquid drizzle back in. The color was almost perfect, though it was a bit thin, and the smell was spot on. He had to suppress a smile of pride that Harry had done well after all. "Viscosity too low. Color one shade off. Smell adequate." He made a notation and swept off to the next student, arching one eyebrow at Harry, all the emotion he could allow.
Harry saw the look, and slumped back into his seat in relief. He was done. He knew it wouldn't hit him for a while. There was still next week to get through, though that was only wrap-up and getting their final scores. Then, on Friday would be the leaving feast, followed by a celebration for just the seventh years. He couldn't wait.
He cleaned up his area, suddenly loathe to leave. This would be the last time he would be a student in this classroom, and suddenly he was nostalgic. He truly didn't know what the future held, and he was apprehensive. With one final glance back, he left the classroom. Severus was busy checking Neville's potion, and Harry knew he couldn't exactly say goodbye. He whispered it to himself, thought, hoping his lover would know.
Severus knew Harry was leaving, and though he should be happy that the boy was much closer to not being his student, he could sense his melancholy demeanor. He ached to hold Harry. It wouldn't be long. He hoped.
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The weekend flew by; everyone was glad that exams were over yet they were apprehensive about her scores. Hermione in particular was on a knife-edge, snapping at everyone who tried to talk to her. Ron wandered around grinning at everyone, and Harry tried not to think about the future. There was no way to see Severus. He couldn't take the risk, so close to the end. He finally went off to fly on his broom; that always made him feel better.
Severus was grateful for the amount of work he had to do; it kept his mind off the clock ticking away. He had the NEWTs to grade, as well as the end of year exams for the rest of the students. He had plenty to keep him busy, but his mind kept wandering to Harry, and what he was doing, and how, in another week, they would be free to be together. Despite the evidence of the past months, he still had a tiny grain of self-doubt that he couldn't completely get rid of.
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Day after day, the students were given their scores on their tests. Hermione once again got the top marks in each of her classes. Although, in Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts, Harry was a very close second. In Charms, Ron had surprised everyone by getting superior marks. Neville even managed to pass all of his subjects, doing especially well in Herbology.
Friday came, bringing their last class, Potions. They filed in apprehensively. Even Draco didn't look as confident as usual. They took their seats as Professor Snape sat at his desk, rearranging some papers.
Severus kept his focus on the desk as the students filed in. He usually enjoyed torturing them, seeing the fear on their faces as they fidgeted through their last moments in his class. But this time, he wanted the term to end every bit as much as they did, if not more. He usually gave a long lecture, drawing out the moment he would give out their marks, but he didn't have the patience for it this time. He waited as long as he could, then stood and moved among them, passing out a single sheet of paper that gave three numbers; first, their Potions written exam score, then their Potions practical exam score, then their overall Potions grade for the year. He resisted smiling at Harry. Just.
Harry stared at the piece of paper on his desk. It was face down, and he really didn't want to turn it over. The final marks of his school years. It was terribly symbolic. He glanced up and met Ron's eyes. He was staring at his paper with similar horror, and hadn't yet looked at it. Hermione, of course, had looked at hers immediately and was beaming at it. Harry sighed and turned over the paper reluctantly. His written score was quite high, well above average. His practical score was also quite good, though not quite as high, leaving his overall grade as quite acceptable, more than good enough to pass. A smile spread across his face, and he risked a glance up at Severus. The teacher was watching him, and the tiniest quirk of a smile played around his lips.
He had done it. He had finished. It was over. The wait was over. They could be together now. He knew he had the stupidest grin on his face, but he couldn't help it. It felt like a huge weight had been removed from his shoulders. He looked back toward Ron, to see his reaction.
His eyes never made it that far. His gaze swept across Hermione, who was no longer smiling. In fact, she was scowling. At him. As Harry watched, her eyes went from Harry to Snape. Who was still looking at Harry, fairly obviously if you were looking for it. Harry held his breath as he could almost see the gears turning in Hermione's head. She whispered across the table to him, angrily.
"We need to talk, Harry."
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Chapter 20: Chapter 20
They filed out of the classroom; everyone murmuring excitedly to each other, happy to be finished. The good mood had rapidly drained out of Harry, however; he had hoped to have a quick word with Severus after class but it was not to be. Ron was looking confused and Hermione was looking determined; Harry threw a quick glance over his shoulder and his lover just nodded. They'd meet later. He followed his friends out into the hall.
"What's the matter with you two?" Ron asked, bewildered, but Hermione shook her head.
"Not here." She led them out into the sunshine of the courtyard. They walked until they were away from everyone else, then she rounded on Harry. "How could you? How could he? Don't you know how wrong this is?"
Harry protested angrily. "We're not doing anything wrong!"
Ron just looked between the two of them. "Can someone please tell me what's going on?" he demanded.
Hermione ignored him. "It's morally wrong, not to mention legally! What's the matter with you, Harry? Have you lost your mind?"
"I don't see what business it is of yours," Harry retorted angrily, not believing he had to justify his relationship with Severus to Hermione. "Besides, it's not against the law at all. Professor Dumbledore told me that."
Far from being reassured by this, Hermione instead seemed even more incensed. "The headmaster knows?" she gasped. "I don't believe it!"
"Dumbledore knows what?" asked Ron in frustration.
Harry went on, angrily, "Yes, he knows, even before we did, actually, and he trusts us! Which is more than I can say for you!"
"Before you did? What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked. "I cannot believe the headmaster condones an affair between a teacher and student!"
"WHAT?" Ron nearly yelled. "What teacher? What student? I don't understand!"
"It's not an affair!" Harry retorted. "We're in love!"
"In love? With Snape?" Hermione said incredulously. "You hate each other, you always have!"
By now Ron's face was as red as his hair, and he really was yelling. "WHAT? Snape? Who? Harry? Someone talk to me!"
"I wouldn't expect you to understand," snapped Harry. "It's none of your business."
"You're my friend, and he was my teacher, so yes, it is my business," shot back Hermione. "How could you, Harry? Did he force you?"
"Of course not!" Harry was getting really angry now. How could Hermione think that of Severus?
"Well, then, you explain it to me, because I certainly don't understand!" she replied, crossing her arms.
By now, Ron had gone completely silent, evidently figuring out the situation, finally. His mouth hung open, but no words came out.
"I don't have to explain anything to you," Harry said defiantly.
"No, you don't," Hermione admitted, softly. "But I really wish you would. I want to understand. I'm worried about you."
Harry softened. He had been keeping it from his friends; he had to. He had to admit they might be hurt by it. "I'm sorry, Hermione. But you don't have to worry. I'm fine."
"I hope so," she said dubiously. "But.... Snape? How did it happen? Was it your assignment over the break?"
"Yes," admitted Harry. "I admit at first it was just physical..."
At this point, Ron finally found his voice. "Eugh! Ick! Snape!"
"Do shut up, Ron," Hermione said with exasperation. "Go on, Harry," she urged.
"We had to pretend to be a couple," grinned Harry. "Master and slave. Leather," he added, and was pleased to see Hermione blush. "We were very attracted to each other." He sighed. "You should see the man in leather pants."
"Gah! Snape! No!" Ron seemed to have resorted to monosyllables as his brain tried to process what he had just learned.
Harry and Hermione just ignored him. "But it was all an act, right?"
"Well, not entirely..." Harry trailed off. "We, um, couldn't exactly deny our feelings when faced with, uh... physical evidence..."
Hermione stared at him, her face turning even redder as she decoded what he was saying. "Oh," she said faintly.
It was too much for Ron. With a strangled sound, he collapsed onto the grass, burying his face in his hands, muttering to himself, "I don't want to know, I don't want to know..."
"And then," Harry continued, starting to enjoy himself, "We had to admit our feelings."
Hermione looked apprehensive. "So then you..."
"What? Made love?" he smirked, and Ron whimpered. "No, Severus said no. Said I was his student. I argued, of course, said I was over the age of consent. I tried very hard to convince him." Harry laughed then, and even Hermione had to smile.
"So you haven't..." she trailed off hopefully.
"Well, actually," began Harry, and Ron choked.
"You have?" Hermione was shocked again. "What changed?"
"Well... we had to... perform onstage," Harry said cryptically, letting his friends make what they would of that statement. Teasing them was all well and good, but he really didn't want to discuss his sex life with Severus yet. It was too soon, too new.
"I see," began Hermione, and Ron was rocking back and forth.
"So," Harry said uncomfortably, "The point was a bit moot by then. Then we got in some trouble, and Severus saved my life. We were then transported to Dumbledore's house, where we couldn't leave because of the wards to keep us safe."
Hermione surprised him by giggling. "How convenient."
He grinned back. "Exactly. Then, the headmaster all but told us that we were meant for each other. And that while we were off school grounds, what we did was our business."
"He said that?" Hermione gasped, shocked.
"Not in those exact words, but he got his point across," smiled Harry.
"He gave you permission to fuck Snape?" asked Ron incredulously.
Harry was annoyed at his friend. He didn't like Ron's attitude toward Severus. "Well, actually, he fucks me, if you must know," he snapped.
Ron turned from red to green, and he shut up again.
Hermione hid her giggle. "But then you came back to school," she prompted.
Harry sighed. "You really do want the whole story, don't you?"
"You know me, Harry, I'm very thorough," she admonished.
"Yes, you are, Hermione," Harry agreed. "When we came back to Hogwarts, we had to promise Dumbledore we wouldn't..." he glanced down at Ron, and then took pity on him. "Be together."
He could see Hermione reevaluating the last few weeks. "I see. That does explain your strange behaviour."
"Strange behaviour?" laughed Harry. "Was I that bad?"
"Not to anyone who doesn't know you well, no," replied Hermione. She looked down at Ron. "But we could tell. I thought it was just end of term nerves."
"Now we know he's just gone starkers," sneered Ron.
"Ron!" It was Hermione's turn to chide the redhead. "Give Harry more credit than that."
Ron didn't answer, just pulled at some grass sullenly.
Harry sighed. "I love him, I really do. I know it's hard for you to understand. He loves me too. It was hell staying apart..."
Hermione patted Harry's arm reassuringly. "I can imagine. Well, really I can't but you know what I mean. So close and yet so far."
"Exactly!" Harry agreed. "We did manage to keep to the letter of the promise, though."
Hermione frowned. "What does that mean, Harry?"
But Ron figured it out first. "Hogsmeade!"
"What?" asked Hermione.
Harry opened his mouth to answer, but Ron beat him to it. "Last Hogsmeade weekend. You saw Snape, and then you disappeared. You were meeting with him," he finished accusingly.
"Because Hogsmeade is off school grounds!" Hermione had finally figured it out. "Harry! That's so bad!"
Ron surprised them both by laughing. "Leave it to Harry to find a way to break any rule. You sure you're not related to my brothers?" Then he realized what he had just said, and the time he had walked in on Harry with the twins. "Ew. No. Maybe not."
"Was that the only time?" Hermione asked.
Harry blushed. "What, you want all the sordid details now?"
"No!" shouted Ron.
Hermione sighed. "No, I'll take your word for it. I just... I had my suspicions, but I thought it couldn't possibly be true."
"Well, it is. And, as of now, I'm no longer his student. The term is over," Harry answered. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to see my *lover*."
Ron winced. "D'you have to say that? I'll never have an appetite again."
"Be careful, Harry," Hermione said, ignoring Ron. "We're just worried about you."
"Don't worry, I'm a big boy," Harry grinned. "See you at the feast!" He turned to go, then saw Hermione's eyes widen as she looked over his shoulder.
"I just thought of someone who will be even less happy with this than Ron, and he's just going in the castle," Hermione said with worry. "Sirius."
Harry whirled to see his godfather, striding purposefully across the courtyard, headed for the entrance to the dungeons. And Severus' office. "Oh shit. He knows already. And he's very unhappy. I think he's going to see Severus. I have to stop him."
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Chapter 21: Chapter 21
Severus watched the last of the students leave, unable to believe the longest two months of his life were actually over. He ached to see Harry, alone, but he was being herded off by his friends, and from the look on Hermione's face, the girl suspected something. He was worried for Harry, but he didn't think Granger was the type to make too much trouble for her friend. She seemed to genuinely care for Harry. Hopefully his lover would sort things out. He had to trust Harry. If he didn't see the boy within an hour, though, he was going after him.
He tidied up the classroom a bit, not paying much attention, his mind on Harry. He knew he was much too old to be acting like a lovesick fool like this, but finally their forced separation was to be over, and he found he couldn't think of much else. He had no more papers to grade, no more marks to record, and he felt a bit at loose ends. He and Harry had never had time to discuss what would happen now that his schooling was over. Did he dare hope for a long-term relationship? Would Harry even be interested, as young as he was? He shook his head as if to clear it. Nothing would come of such speculation. It was a waste of time. He was walking into his office when he sensed movement behind him. He turned and came face to face with the last person he wanted to see right now. Sirius Black.
Black leaned negligently in the doorway, eyes narrowed as he glared at Severus. "I bet you're happy now, Snape," he sneered.
Severus repressed the urge to roll his eyes at the man's obviously aggressive stance. He took a deep breath. He did not want to deal with this right now. Sirius Black was about the only thing that could ruin his good mood. "I always look forward to the end of the year, Black," he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral.
Black pushed himself off the wall and walked a few steps toward Severus. "Yes, but this time it's special, isn't it? Your prize for making it through the year is my *underage* godson. James must be rolling in his grave."
"Please, Black, you're not making any sense. Get to the point," snapped Severus.
"Yes," smirked Sirius. "The point. You want to get away, get back to your little boyfriend, don't you, you pervert?"
Severus closed his eyes. He should have known Black wouldn't give up so easily. "Why do you care?" he sneered. "Why, now that Harry is grown, are you suddenly taking your so-called parenting seriously now? You never bothered before." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew he shouldn't have said it. Not that it wasn't entirely true; Black saw Harry perhaps twice a year. He was too busy making up for lost time in Azkaban, apparently. And Severus couldn't help but point this out. But he had to admit that it wasn't the most tactful thing to bring up. His words were having the expected effect.
"You pedophilic bastard," Sirius snarled, sounding like the animal he was in his other form. "How dare you question my relationship with Harry when it's your relationship with him that's the sick one?"
"Sick?" Severus replied mildly. "Your godson might take issue with that term."
"My godson doesn't know what he's doing!" cried Black. "That's my point! He's a child! And you're taking advantage of him."
"Harry isn't a child," Severus said, clenching his fist with the effort of not shouting. "He hasn't been for years. And I love him."
"And that makes it all right? You corrupting him with your perversion?" demanded Black.
"Looks like I got here just in time," said Harry, quietly. Both older men looked up quickly.
"Harry, I..." Sirius said quickly, but Harry interrupted.
"I don't think I want to hear much else from you right now, Sirius," Harry warned. He had hurried to Severus' office, prepared for the worst. At least they hadn't come to blows again, but hearing his godfather speak of his lifestyle like that was almost worse. "I think you calling us perverted says it all, really."
"I wasn't calling you perverted, Harry," protested Sirius.
"You were calling my lover that," Harry replied, emphasizing the word lover. "That covers me by extension."
If the situation hadn't been so serious, Severus would have almost enjoyed seeing Black so discomfited. The man was very obviously changing mental gears, and hadn't expected Harry to overhear his accusations toward Snape. He decided this was something Harry had to deal with on his own, and he stayed quiet for the moment.
Sirius didn't get the idea, though, and plowed ahead. "Harry, you're too young. You can't know. Snape is my age, your father's age. That's wrong."
Harry just stared at his godfather. "I do wish you'd be honest with me, Sirius. It's not the age difference at all. It's the fact that it's Severus, and that fact that I'm gay."
Sirius winced, and Harry noticed. "You're so young, Harry, are you sure...?"
Harry interrupted, getting pissed off now. "What, you think I might change my mind, decide I'm not gay any more?" Sirius looked hopeful, and Harry shook his head. "It doesn't work that way, I'm afraid. I can't change what I am just because you find it offensive. And I love Severus. If you love me, you'll accept that."
Severus listened, amazed once more at Harry's maturity. He hadn't had the guts to stand up to his parents, and as a result, had hidden his inclinations until his father passed away. He was very proud of Harry.
Sirius was apparently stunned by Harry's frank words. "Harry, I..." he trailed off, glancing around the room helplessly. Harry crossed his arms, watching his godfather flail for words. Perhaps Harry's statement had sunk in. "I'm sorry, Harry. I truly am. I do love you. I promised your parents I'd look after you. I'm afraid I haven't done a very good job of it."
"What, you think the fact that you were imprisoned without a trial made me gay?" asked Harry. "You were innocent, and lost a huge chunk of your life. You escaped, to save me. I'll never forget that, Sirius." Harry allowed his voice to soften. "You did your best. Now please try to accept me for what I am."
Mentally, Severus cheered as he watched Black take in what Harry had said. His young lover was eloquent far beyond his years.
"Harry," began Sirius, taking a deep breath. "I'll... I'll try." He looked at Severus. "For your sake. It won't be easy."
Harry smiled then, and said, "That's all I ask, for now. No more fights. No more insulting Severus." He turned to his lover. "And you don't bait him, ok?"
Severus smiled at Harry, and Sirius was clearly shocked to see it. "I will endeavour to fulfill that directive, Mr. Potter," he purred.
Harry grinned back at him, then turned to Sirius. "See? This isn't so bad, is it?"
"Speak for yourself," Sirius grumbled, trying not to look at Snape.
"It's almost time for the feast to begin," announced Harry. "Will you be attending, Sirius?"
"Do you want me to?" asked the animagus carefully.
"Of course!" replied Harry, moving closer to Severus.
"All right, then, I'll go. Care to walk over there with me, Harry?" Sirius asked.
Harry glanced at Severus. "Um, actually, we'll catch up to you in a few minutes, if that's ok," he said, grinning.
Sirius looked back and forth between the two men, and paled. "I don't want to know. I'll just see you there, ok?" With that, Black turned and walked quickly out of Severus' office.
Harry and Severus watched him go, then Harry turned to his lover and said, "Alone at last."
Snape pulled out his wand and quickly shut and locked the door. "And not a moment too soon," he murmured as he took a step closer to Harry.
"I think I've been waiting quite a few moments too many," stated Harry, and moved into Severus' arms quickly.
They didn't even kiss at first; Harry just held onto Severus, burying his face in the older man's robes and breathing deeply. "God, I missed you," sighed Harry.
Severus held the boy tightly, savoring the feel of the lean body against him. "You have no idea, Harry."
"Yes, I think I do," replied Harry. "Is it really over?"
"Yes, we survived," Severus murmured. "Just."
Harry raised his face to his lover and smiled. "You're amazing."
"No, you are," the older man said seriously. "The way you stood up to Black... I couldn't have done it, at your age."
Harry smiled shyly. "I'd just had enough of his bigoted attitude. He'll come around."
Severus snorted. "You have more faith in him than I do, apparently."
"Well, I doubt the two of you will be bonding any time soon," acknowledged Harry, "But hopefully I can keep him from trying to kill you." Harry paled when he realised what he had just said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Severus smiled. "It's ok, Harry. Please don't ever worry about saying something to offend me. That was a long time ago, and I've come a long way toward getting over it."
"We should get to the feast, I suppose," sighed Harry. "Though I'd much rather stay here with you," he finished, pressing himself closer so Severus could feel his arousal.
"Just wait until tonight, Mr. Potter," purred Severus, his hands tightening around Harry as he pressed his own hardness against him. "We have so much time to make up for..."
"I look forward to not being able to walk tomorrow," Harry grinned.
"I won't even let you out of the bed," promised the older man, and he lowered his face towards Harry. "Just one kiss, to hold us over?"
"If you insist," smiled Harry, and reached up to pull the man's head down the rest of the way.
Their lips met, finally, and the kiss began softly. Harry parted his lips, and Severus couldn't resist darting his tongue inside. They both moaned then, and Harry's hands clenched in Severus' dark hair and the older man's hands roamed all over Harry's back. The kiss deepened, and Severus explored Harry's mouth, their bodies pressed together as tightly as possible. The heat of Severus' hard length burned Harry, and he rubbed his own hardness against his former teacher's thigh.
Intoxicated, Severus pressed Harry back until the boy's legs bumped up against his desk. Harry let himself be pushed down; it was a good thing the professor's desk was as clear as usual, because right now neither of them cared what they crushed. Severus lay Harry back onto the desk, never breaking the kiss, following with his body. Harry parted his legs, allowing Severus between them, pulling him down eagerly. Now, their erections lined up perfectly, and Harry thrust up, seeking more contact.
They kissed, pressed as closely together as possible, as if they wanted to become one person. They rocked together in an imitation of the act they both so wanted, but were denied a bit longer.
Harry broke the kiss, panting as he looked up into his lover's dark eyes. To see such passion in that reserved face, passion for him, was almost enough to make him climax right now. "Severus," he moaned, spreading his legs wider, trapped cock throbbing.
Severus was sure he had never seen anything as beautiful, as desirable, as Harry looked right then, on his desk and in his arms. He ached with need to bury his cock inside the boy right then. But... "Harry. We should go..."
Harry pouted, even though he knew his lover was right. "I'm going to be sitting there, rock hard for you, all night," he moaned seductively. "And you'll know it. Every time you look at me, all you'll be able to think of is me, underneath you, spreading my legs for you..."
"You're cruel," protested Severus without conviction. In truth, the idea made him even harder, to know his young lover would be so close, and so ready for him. "But you'll also know I'm going to be hard and ready for you, ready to ram myself deep inside your sweet tight body the second we're alone."
Harry whimpered. "I'll never make it," he declared.
Severus pulled the boy up off the desk, brushing the hair out of his eyes before pulling him in for one more, softer kiss. When he pulled back, he whispered, "You will make it. And when the feast is over, I'm going to take you back to my bed and make love to you all night long, until you beg for mercy."
"I'll hold you to that," murmured Harry.
They stepped back from each other, straightening their clothes, and headed off to the feast.
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Chapter 22: Chapter 22
Harry and Severus decided that they had better not walk into the great hall together; they didn't want Dumbledore to be in even more trouble than he would be when their affair came to light, as it must eventually. Hopefully, it would just look as if they had gotten together after the school year had finished. Not many would know the truth.
So it was that when Harry made his way to the Gryffindor table where his friends were sat, Severus was already in his place at the head table. He let his eyes slide past his lover. The smallest glance, the quickest smile, and Harry knew that this would be the longest night of his life. His cock began to harden already, his body anticipating being one with Severus again, after all this time. He hoped his blush wasn't too obvious as he approached Ron and Hermione, already seated.
There was an awkward silence as he looked at his friends, and Ron glanced involuntarily at their former Potions professor. He opened his mouth to speak but Hermione cut him off.
"How did it go with Sirius?"
Harry sighed. "Not well. When I got there Sirius was calling Severus a pervert. It sort of went downhill from there. But, I just told Sirius I'm an adult and this is what, who, I want. He didn't take it too well. Sirius has a lot of issues still, which is completely understandable. He blames himself. Which is ridiculous. But, at least they haven't killed each other. Yet."
Hermione nodded. "With all their history, it's amazing that it went that well. I can only imagine what the first confrontation was like. You said he already knew."
Harry laughed. "Yes. They did actually come to blows then. Sirius saw us kissing."
Ron made a gagging sound, and Hermione shot him a glare. "Ron! You're not helping." Ron looked annoyed but settled down. She turned back to Harry. "That must have been awful for you."
"It was!" Harry exclaimed. It was so good to be able to discuss this with his friends after keeping it quiet all this time. "I thought Sirius was really going to try to kill Severus. I had to get between them."
"That was stupid, Harry," commented Ron.
Harry grinned. "I know! But I had to do something. Luckily, the headmaster showed up just then. Sirius and Severus looked like students again. When Dumbledore is mad, no one is immune!"
Hermione and Ron had to laugh, knowing exactly what Harry meant. "We had to agree not to, um, see each other until the year was over, and Sirius didn't like it, but he had to agree not to harass Severus as well. But now the year is over..."
Hermione glanced up. "And here's Sirius," she announced in a slightly raised voice.
Harry turned around. His godfather had just entered the room, talking with Ron's parents.
Family of the students had the option of sitting at their house tables or at the guest table. The Weasleys headed automatically for the Gryffindor table, but Harry saw Sirius hesitate. He glanced toward the staff table, and his face tightened. Then he appeared to make a decision, and followed Ron's family to the table. Harry let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat down, chattering away, and they were all swept up into the conversation. Harry glanced at Sirius, and moved over so that the man could sit down. With one more glance at Severus, Sirius did so.
"Hello, Sirius," Harry said carefully, and he saw his godfather's face relax slightly. He tried to remind himself how hard this must be for the man to accept. But he loved Severus, and he wasn't going to change for anyone.
The Weasleys' mood was infectious, and soon they were all chatting more or less amiably.
Severus had been watching surreptitiously ever since his young lover had entered the room. Minerva had tried to engage him in conversation, but soon gave up because he wouldn't answer in anything more than monosyllables, if at all. When she turned to Professor Sprout instead, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He hadn't missed Ron's glance up at him, and the disapproval in the redhead's demeanor. Hermione at least seemed willing to talk to Harry. He didn't envy Harry his task in convincing his friends that he wasn't bewitched by his nasty old Potions professor. Indeed, watching the youthful Harry from up here, it was almost inconceivable that they actually were involved, and that the boy actually loved him. His low self-image still didn't allow him to accept it easily. But then he would catch Harry's eye, and a jolt of desire would shoot through him, and he remembered the feel of the boy's body against him, and he dared to hope.
When Sirius entered the room, Severus held his breath. He could sense the tension between Black and Harry, and wondered how anyone else could fail to notice it. But then Sirius sat, and Harry threw one more glance his way, and Severus had to trust it would all be all right.
Thankfully, it was time for Dumbledore to begin his rambling speech. Every year the words were different, yet strangely similar. The house cup stayed with Gryffindor, as it had done every year since Harry Potter came to Hogwarts. He didn't feel the rancor he usually did about this, but it did cross his mind that now that Harry had finished school, perhaps Slytherin stood a chance to regain the title. Severus let his eyes wander over the crowd; all seemed to be spellbound by the headmaster.
Dumbledore wished the departing class good luck in all their endeavours. He made a joke about the world not being as ready for them as they were for it. Then, he bade them to eat well and be merry, and safe journey home tomorrow. The food appeared, and everyone dug in.
Harry looked up at that; for once, he wasn't dreading going back to the Dursley's. He wasn't going. He had nothing left there, no reason to ever see them again. He hadn't given much thought to where he would go after he finished Hogwarts, and then he had become involved with Severus, and then he hadn't thought of it at all. It occurred to him that he couldn't just assume he'd be staying with his lover, and Severus hadn't asked. He hadn't really thought much past the moment he would no longer be a student and they could be together openly. He had no idea what Severus wanted from their relationship. He had no idea what he wanted. No, that wasn't true; they had said they loved each other, and Harry knew he wanted to be with the older man. He just hadn't thought about logistics. Could he stand living in the dungeons with Severus? Would his lover even want him there? Money wasn't an issue; he had enough of his inheritance left that he could be comfortable for a while, even without working. And the headmaster had already made it clear that the seventh-year students were welcome to stay at Hogwarts for the summer, until they had their own accommodations. Ron and Hermione had both invited him to stay with them as long as he needed. But somehow he hadn't come to a decision about it. It was a peculiar sort of limbo. He really didn't know what he wanted to do with his life.
Finally, all the dishes were cleared and the headmaster bade the younger students goodnight. The seventh-years, their family and the staff were invited to stay on for a small celebration.
Severus smirked; in years past he would have taken his leave now, his duties done for the year, and retired thankfully to his dungeon. But not this year, and already some eyebrows were raised at that.
As everyone filed out, the people remaining stood as Dumbledore reconfigured the tables into one long table in the center, just large enough. Place settings with names written on them appeared, and the headmaster instructed them to find their seats. Harry grinned as he saw that he was seated right next to Severus, with Sirius several places down and on the other side. Dumbledore was a compassionate man.
The students' places also each bore a small envelope. Harry looked curiously at his, and the headmaster spoke once again.
"The students will notice an envelope at their places. Do sit down and open them," urged Dumbledore.
There was a rustling as people seated themselves and envelopes were ripped open. Harry watched other people's faces for a moment before he slipped out the piece of parchment. Everyone looked happy. He looked up at Severus, who raised an eyebrow at him. He took a deep breath and looked at his.
He read it over twice to be sure it was real. He glanced up at Severus to see the man favor him with a small smirk. Obviously he had some idea of what was in the letter. It was a job offer, from the Ministry. They wanted him to join the Department of Special Investigation, which ran undercover investigations like the one he and Severus had participated in. He couldn't believe it.
He looked down the table. Hermione and Ron were talking excitedly, and Ron's parents were beaming at him. Even Neville looked elated. Everyone looked happy. He glanced up at the headmaster, who was looking contented. Severus leaned over to say in a low voice, "Albus doesn't rest until every seventh-year has some sort of offer," he explained. "I don't know how he does it, but he always has." Harry glanced back down at his friends, who met his gaze. He smiled at them.
"Harry!" Ron called out. "Both Hermione and I have been recommended for Auror training! Different branches, but the same university!" he said excitedly.
"Well done, son, well done," said Mr. Weasley proudly.
Hermione was grinning and blushing. Obviously she was happy with the way things had turned out. "Ron's in strategy and planning, and I'm in research," she explained. "What about you?"
Harry decided that the table was a bit too noisy with everyone discussing their offers, so he said, "It's great, I'll tell you later!"
Ron nodded at him, and Harry sat there for a long moment, watching his friends chatter happily, thinking about what it would be like to be, essentially, a secret agent for a living. He knew that most of the investigation business wasn't glamourous at all, and was downright dangerous. But no more dangerous than the rest of his life had been, and he couldn't forget how much fun he had had being on the case with Severus. Maybe they could even work together again! The letter gave him a week to respond, and he wouldn't begin for another week after that. Plenty of time to... he glanced up at his lover, who was watching him carefully.
"They were very impressed with your performance," Severus said mildly.
Harry grinned salaciously.
"As was I," the professor added blandly. Then he looked serious. "You don't have to accept, if you don't want to. There will be plenty of other offers, I'm sure. Perhaps even from a Quidditch team."
Harry considered. As much as he loved to play Quidditch, it was just that, a game, and after his life so far, playing a game for a living seemed a bit... trivial. Child's play. "I think I'm interested," he replied. "It seems like a worthwhile job."
Severus was impressed once again by his young lover. He had suspected the Ministry would offer him a position such as this; they had once tried to get Severus to stop teaching and work for them full time. He had turned them down, promising to do occasional missions. They would be eager to have Harry work for them full-time. As much as he just wanted Harry to stay with him, he knew the boy needed to prove himself, to make his own way, to be more than the Boy Who Lived.
"I think we need to have a toast, a salute to another stellar group of Hogwarts students," announced the headmaster, just loud enough to cut into the conversation.
Golden goblets materialised in front of everyone. Dumbledore lifted his, and waited while everyone else did the same. "To the future, and the contribution each of you will no doubt make to it. I'm proud of you all. Be happy," he intoned, saluting them with his goblet, before draining it in one gulp.
There was a general murmur of agreement, and all the guests followed suit, some throwing back the contents of their goblets while some sipped. Harry caught Sirius' eye and smiled. His godfather leaned forward and said, "All right, Harry?"
"Never better," he grinned, thinking of his future and the man next to him. Truly, he had never been happier.
Several people looked with confusion at Harry Potter and Severus Snape sitting next to each amiably. It was as if they were expecting an argument to erupt at any moment.
As much as he wanted to be alone with Severus, Harry was really enjoying himself. The wine flowed, and he chatted to his friends, and even Sirius seemed to lighten up a bit. He knew his godfather wanted him to be happy. The man meant well, in his own narrow-minded way. He'd just have to expand his mind a bit. Harry thought that with a job at the ministry, there was no reason he couldn't see Severus a lot. That made him happy as well.
Severus was thinking the same thing; he knew Harry wouldn't be happy unless he was doing something meaningful, yet the job would allow him the flexibility to be with his lover. He hoped. He didn't dare think any farther than that.
Harry was feeling slightly tipsy, and a bit reckless. By accident, his thigh brushed against Severus', but then he really liked the way it felt and left it there. Severus' eyes swept over him warningly, but the older man made no move to separate them. Harry thought he could see a blush paint the older man's cheekbones. He grinned, and was rock hard almost instantly.
Severus had been too distracted by the crowd and thoughts of the future to be more than slightly aroused until now. But the feeling of Harry's muscular thigh against his brought all the frustration of the previous months right back, with a vengeance. He felt himself harden, and he shifted, trying to surreptitiously adjust his trapped erection. Now, all he could think of was the fact that he and Harry could make love. He glared at Harry. "Tease," he hissed, just loud enough for Harry to hear.
Harry looked up at Severus and batted his eyelashes. "I'm not a tease," he whispered back. "Let's get out of here and I'll prove it." He smirked at Severus, knowing the effect that statement would have.
Severus swallowed. They needed to get out of here, and soon. His mind was filled with images; memories of the times they had made love, anticipation for tonight... "I'll get you for this, Harry," he purred.
"I certainly hope so," grinned Harry, and under the guise of reaching for the carafe of wine, he dropped his hand onto Severus' thigh. A sharp intake of breath from the older man told Harry he was having the desired effect. He was having entirely too much fun torturing his lover. Just the thought of Severus sitting here, hard for him, desperate with need to fuck him, the controlled, reserved man on the brink of losing control... Severus wasn't the only one who was hard as a rock.
Harry chatted casually with people around him while he inched his hand slowly up Severus' thigh. Severus glanced around, wondering what time it was and if they could slip out now, before he embarrassed himself by coming in his robes. His wandering gaze slipped past the headmaster, who he realised with a start was watching him with a raised eyebrow. He quickly moved his hand under the table to stop Harry's hand, squeezing it in warning. Harry's gaze shifted to him, then to Dumbledore, before the boy blushed too. The headmaster just grinned benignly. Then he spoke.
"It appears the hour is growing late," Dumbledore intoned with a significant glance at Harry and Severus. "And some guests are growing restless. Perhaps it is time we all take our leave. I have been honoured to know all of you. Go in peace."
All the guests applauded heartily, and people started getting up, collecting their things and preparing to depart. Harry and Severus didn't get up immediately. Harry looked at his lover; could they just leave together?
Ron and Hermione came up to them to say goodnight. Ron looked uncomfortable and said, "You're more than welcome to stay with us, you know, Harry," he repeated with a surreptitious glance at Snape. Hermione shot him a warning look.
"I know, Ron, thanks," Harry grinned. "But..."
Ron held up a hand. "I get it. No need for details, thanks."
"I'll definitely catch up with you very soon," he promised. They were all now free to take their Apparation tests, and become licenced. Travel would be trivial after that.
He said long goodbyes to the Weasleys, and was hugged about a thousand times by Mrs. Weasley, who apparently hadn't thought he would survive to finish Hogwarts. He said goodbye to his classmates, with promises to keep in touch. He knew Severus was behind him, talking to various people. Then the only person left to say goodbye to was his godfather. "Sirius," he began. "Please don't make this difficult."
"I'll try, Harry. I'm very proud of your job with the Ministry. I hope you'll be happy," Sirius said, and took a deep breath. "You're welcome to stay with me."
"I appreciate that, but I'll be staying here for a while," he said as neutrally as possible.
"I figured that," Sirius sighed. "But the offer still stands. And," he added in a low voice, "If he hurts you I'll kill him."
"Sirius," Harry snapped. "I'm an adult now. I can handle my own life. Have been for some time. You should try being an adult for once."
Sirius looked hurt, then said, "You're right, Harry. I'm sorry I said that. It was childish."
"Maybe there's hope for you yet, then," grinned Harry, spontaneously hugging Sirius. "I'm very happy."
With one more look at Severus, Sirius took his leave, and Harry turned to find that they were the last ones left in the hall. Harry grinned at Severus, and the older man smiled back.
Severus held out his hand to Harry. "Now, then, my naughty lover... I believe we have an appointment in our bed?"
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Chapter 23: Chapter 23
Severus led Harry to his rooms. They were both worried about running into anyone in the hallways. So they didn't touch at all, and conversation seemed superfluous at this point. They walked side by side, as quickly as they could without running. The walk seemed to take forever.
They reached the door and Severus unlocked it with his wand. The door swung open and he stepped back. "After you, Mr. Potter."
Harry took a deep breath and walked forward. He wanted this so badly, yet he felt nervous.
Severus shut and locked the door carefully before he turned to Harry. He just stared at him for a long moment. Harry was so heartbreakingly young. Should he be tied to an old man like him?
Harry stared back, wishing he knew what was going through his lover's head. Just looking at Severus made him ache all over, and not just sexually. He really loved being with the older man, though the sexual tension, and the fact that they hadn't been able to be together much, made it nearly impossible to know what would happen after tonight. But... he smiled at Severus and walked closer to him. He would worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. "I've been waiting for this," he breathed, stopping less than an inch from Severus.
"As have I," murmured Severus, looking down at Harry. He felt like time was standing still, the whole world waiting for the moment when they would touch at last. He was already hard as a rock, and had been for some time, but he didn't want to rush the moment.
"So what are we waiting for?" smiled Harry.
"Nothing at all," Severus said, and reached out a hand to touch Harry's face gently. "I can't wait any longer."
"Nor can I," purred Harry, and moved the final inch, running his hands up the front of the other man's robes "I want you. So much. In every way."
Severus moaned softly. "You're incredible, Harry. I want to make love to you all night long." He buried one hand in the boy's unruly hair and pulled him closer.
Harry licked his lips and reached up to kiss Severus softly. One soft kiss, then a more demanding one; he turned his head slightly as he parted his lips. Their tongues met, and all restraint fled.
They kissed for what seemed like an eternity; when they finally parted, their bodies were pressed tightly together and both men were flushed. Severus ran his hands down Harry's back and rocked against him. Harry moaned as he felt the other man's arousal against his lower stomach and rubbed his own against his lover's thigh.
"I was afraid," whispered Severus softly into Harry's ear, "That once the "forbidden" no longer applied, that you wouldn't want me any more."
Harry surprised Severus by laughing. "I thought the same about you, actually," he finally said, pulling back to look in the other man's dark eyes.
"Well, that was stupid," commented Severus dryly.
That made Harry laugh more. "No. What's stupid is us talking about our insecurities when we could be having mad sex."
Now Severus laughed. "You're absolutely right. One hundred points to Gryffindor," he said, and pulled Harry into the bedroom.
Harry let himself be pulled, but took a quick look around at Severus' bedchamber as he entered. "You really need to redecorate," he murmured softly as he took in the preponderance of black and green velvet. But before Severus could retort, he went on. "But you have a huge bed, and the rest doesn't matter."
Severus smirked at him. "I'm so happy my bedroom meets with your provisional approval, Mr. Potter. Now get your clothes off so I can ravish you."
"So peremptory, so demanding," protested Harry, but he smirked back and dropped his robes on the floor.
"And you're a slob," commented Severus. "Though I'm prepared to overlook that due to the fact that you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
Harry smiled as he shed his shirt and started on his trousers. "Why thank you, Professor. But might I inquire as to why you're just watching and not disrobing as well?"
Severus watched hungrily as Harry, much too slowly in his opinion, worked his way out of his trousers. "I'm merely enjoying the view. In a purely aesthetic sense, of course."
"Of course," agreed Harry, slowing his movements even more, until the trousers were dropping inch by inch. "So you wouldn't mind if I went more slowly still, so you can enjoy the view more completely."
"Oh, you are a wretched little boy, aren't you?" growled Severus, finally losing his cool.
Harry smirked more. He quickly shed the rest of his clothes and stretched seductively in front of his lover. "I'll have to take issue with that description, Sev. As you can see, I'm not little at all." To demonstrate, he dropped one hand to his erection, circling his fingers around it and stroking once. The other man's throaty moan was just what he wanted to hear.
"Harry," Severus said in a low, tightly controlled voice. "No, you're not little at all. But," he smirked, waving his wand and making his own clothes disappear all at once, "As you can see, neither am I. And don't call me Sev," he added.
"Showoff," smiled Harry, and then added, impudently, "Sev."
With a growl, in one heartbeat Severus was across the room and had Harry in his arms. Naked flesh met at last and verbal sparring was abandoned in favor of body heat.
Hungrily, desperately, they pressed their bodies together, skin sliding against hot skin and hands exploring. Even though they knew they had all night and more, they couldn't help their urgency. Too much teasing, too much time since they could touch more than fleetingly, and neither man could think clearly. They rocked against each other unconsciously, building up friction and desire to the boiling point.
"Harry," moaned Severus, his hands moving down to cup the boy's firm ass. He slid a finger down into Harry's cleft, forcibly stopping his hips. He was so close to climax, but he didn't want to spill his release until he was inside his lover. "Please," he was begging and he no longer cared.
Harry whimpered and moved his hips back against Severus' hand. "God, yes," he gasped, trying to get the fingers lower. "Need you inside me. Fast." He felt ready to explode, now.
Severus reluctantly released Harry, long enough to push him to the bed. Harry got the idea, scrambling onto the raised bed. He quickly settled himself in the center of the bed, leaning back against the pillows, and spread his legs. "Hurry," he whispered hoarsely, and began to run his hands over the silky flesh of his inner thighs.
Severus had just walked to a shelf and selected a crystal jar and was walking back to the bed when he froze, just looking at Harry, entranced by the vision of wanton sexuality on his bed. "Harry," he moaned, almost incoherently. "You know what that does to me."
Harry managed a smirk. Yes, he knew that his lover liked to watch him touch himself. He spread his thighs as far as they would go, raising his knees so Severus would have a perfect view. "I just can't wait, Severus," he whined, dropping one hand lower to touch his exposed entrance. He didn't hold back on the moan this drew from him, letting his lover know just how much he needed to be filled by a thick cock.
Severus could only watch, entire body pulsing with need, as Harry teased himself with one finger. He had seen Harry stroke his cock, but never this; the boy spreading himself open and touching his opening was nearly enough to cause him to climax right now. His cock was rock hard and wet, and he knew if he so much as touched it, his release would be uncontrollable. He took a step forward, closer to the bed, clutching the glass jar nearly tight enough to shatter.
"You like?" Harry managed to moan, circling his entrance, teasing both of them. Severus only nodded mutely, so Harry continued, "Give me the lube."
Severus could no more refuse a command from Harry right now than most lesser wizards could withstand Imperio. He moved closer, putting one knee on the edge of the bed, and placed the heavy jar in Harry's outstretched hand. His free left hand, since his right hand was still busy. "Help me open it?" he asked, and Severus understood. He twisted the lid off as Harry held the base of the jar. "Perfect," Harry half-moaned, and set the jar down beside himself.
Severus wordlessly settled himself at the end of the bed, kneeling, unable to take his eyes off of Harry and what he was doing. From his position he had a perfect view between the boy's widely spread legs. His glistening cock jutted directly at Harry, but he ignored it. "Let me see, Harry," he whispered, entranced.
The boy scooped out a dollop of the soothing cream. He didn't worry about what it was; he trusted Severus. He brought it between his legs, smoothing it on his skin and his other hand, the one that was teasing his entrance. "Are you watching, Severus?" Harry panted as his now lubricated finger circled his opening. They both knew the question was rhetorical; there was no way the older man could tear his eyes away at this point. Harry took a shuddering breath and his eyes fluttered shut as he finally plunged one finger inside himself. He let out a throaty moan as he pushed the finger deeper. "Oh, it feels so good, Severus," Harry gasped. "It's been so long, I'm so tight... but... I need more..." Severus wasn't even breathing now, every cell of his body focused on what Harry was doing as the boy added another finger, stretching himself.
As for Harry, playing with himself this way, while his former Professor watched avidly, was intoxicating. His cock had never been harder, he was sure of it, and he started to move his two fingers in and out, fucking himself. It was a poor substitute for his lover's arousal, but it felt incredible at the moment. Severus was leaning forward, licking his lips, and the look of intensity on his face would have scared most students. But Harry wasn't a student any more, he was Severus' lover, and they were about to make love for the first time in months. With effort, Harry slid one more finger inside, moaning more loudly now, arching up to meet his fingers. He accidentally brushed his own prostate, and gasped and closed his eyes. So he felt Severus' approach rather than saw it, and when he opened his eyes he was looking up at the dark-haired wizard.
Severus couldn't take it any more; he needed to be inside Harry, now. When the boy put three fingers inside himself, he moved to kneel between the opened legs. When the green eyes opened, he growled, "You're having entirely too much fun, Mr. Potter. My turn."
Harry shivered from the older man's sensual voice, and carefully removed his fingers. He felt open and ready and so needy. "As you wish, Professor Snape," he said formally. "What would you have me do next?" His voice was breathy.
"Make me ready for you," Severus commanded, glancing down at his neglected erection. He bit back a moan as Harry scooped out more of the lubricating cream and started to smooth it onto the hard length. He closed his eyes and concentrated on maintaining control as Harry rubbed the cream up and down, up and down, coating every inch of his cock. "Enough," he snapped, moving closer, placing one hand by the side of Harry's head so he could lean down. He brought his face to within an inch of Harry's, and his eyes roamed hungrily over the beautiful teen's face. "Harry," he said in his silky voice, and was rewarded with a moan from the younger man. He positioned his lubricated erection, pressing the head against Harry's entrance, teasing with pressure but not entering. "Do you feel that? Feel my big hard cock?" Harry just nodded, panting, looking up at Severus. "I'm going to slide it inside you now, Harry. I'm going to fill you. Invade you." He moved then, sliding just an inch into Harry, and the boy gasped. "I'm going to fuck you," he finished, and with a quick movement he buried himself inside Harry, all the way, and he moaned with the effort of holding his position as the boy adjusted.
"Yessss," hissed Harry, reaching behind him to grasp the wooden headboard. "Give it to me, Severus, need it," he moaned, his voice an almost unrecognizable howl of need. He started to wriggle as the older man held still. "Please," he begged, nearly out of his mind with need. He deliberately clenched his muscles around the cock that filled him, willing Severus to move.
Severus groaned as Harry writhed, shock waves of pleasure and desire running from his erection, though every part of his body. "I will," he promised in a low murmur, and all at once pulled back several inches and slammed back in to the hilt.
Harry screamed then, not from pain but from pleasure, and arched up against his lover. "More, do that again," he pleaded, and Severus complied. Deeper this time, harder and even better, hot pleasure spiked from the center of his universe throughout every nerve until he had to remind himself to breathe. He clung to the headboard as the older man built up a rhythm that had him climbing quickly to release.
"That's right, keep those hands there," moaned Severus, bracing himself with both hands now as he drove into Harry's tight body. "Take it," he growled, thrusting deep inside, deep in heaven or hell and it no longer mattered. "I'm the only one who can give you what you need, Harry," he added, knowing in his heart that Harry truly was the only thing he needed as well. He was about to lose control, he knew it, felt his careful rhythm start to disintegrate as Harry tightened around him. "Need you..." he moaned. "Come for me..." With effort, he moved one hand down to the boy's glistening arousal. He stroked quickly, and Harry tightened even more. "Harry," he cried, feeling the start of his impending climax. "Love you..."
Harry was nearly screaming himself hoarse now, Severus' hand on him ripping away his sanity. He heard the man's words as he dissolved into release, but couldn't answer, couldn't speak at all. He could only scream as he coated his chest with his seed, his body tightening around the length inside him.
Severus continued to thrust; as soon as he felt Harry's climax he braced himself on both hands again, driving almost frantically for his own completion. Harry was still screaming with ecstasy when Severus gave in, falling into release with a hoarse cry, emptying himself inside the man he loved.
Severus couldn't even move for a long moment; his muscles trembled with the effort of not collapsing. He pulled out as carefully as he could; from Harry's wince he knew the boy would be sore tomorrow. Well, he had a potion that would help that; but right now all he needed was to hold his lover tight.
Harry sighed happily as Severus settled beside him. He barely raised his head as the older man used his wand to clean them and cover them with a thick blanket.
Later, there would be time to make love over and over; to explore new positions and new toys, and worry about the future; but right now they held each other, and slept a dreamless sleep.
The last thing Severus heard before he drifted into slumber was Harry's voice. "Love you, too, Severus."
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Chapter 24: Chapter 24
Severus woke to the lovely feeling of hot wet heat on his cock. He moaned, thrusting upward involuntarily, wanting more of the good feeling. He stretched, noting his legs seemed to be weighed down by a warm body, and murmured, "Good morning to you, too."
Harry raised his head and grinned at his lover, lying crosswise across the bed. "I thought you'd never wake up," he complained. "I've been playing with you for ages."
"I'm old, it takes me a while," said the older man sleepily.
"Well, some parts of you wake up faster than others," Harry shot back, licking at Severus' erection as if it were candy.
Severus moaned again, saying, "Only for you, Harry, only for you..."
That answer seemed to satisfy the younger wizard, and he went back to his ministrations. Severus arched up off the bed as Harry took in his whole length in one go, moaning deeply. "Harry..." He ran his hand through the boy's dark hair, still amazed that they were together at last.
"Hm," Harry mused, the vibrations running along Severus' length and making the older man gasp. Harry raised his head, grinning as he freed his mouth from his lover's cock. "If you can still talk, I'm not doing it right..." Before Severus could reply, Harry lowered his head and redoubled his efforts.
Severus truly could only moan now, as Harry swallowed his cock completely. The younger man worked his throat around his lover's arousal, closing his eyes as he concentrated on the perfect rhythm. Then he felt a hand on his leg, pulling at him insistently. He opened his eyes and realised what Severus wanted. Obligingly, he scooted around on the bed so the other man could reach his erection.
Severus may not have been able to speak coherently, but he was fully capable of wrapping first his hand, then his mouth, around Harry's arousal. He could feel the younger man's moans on his own erection, and that heightened his own pleasure.
They settled into a mutually pleasing position, both men lying on their sides so that each could reach his lover's cock. Harry had been aroused since he had woken up, and had decided to wake the older man with his mouth. Pleasuring Severus had of course turned him on even more, and now that the older man was taking his arousal into his talented mouth, Harry couldn't help but rock his hips, wanting more.
Their need built up, and both men lost themselves in the pleasure the other was giving him. Not as frantic now, they were still new to each other, and the pleasant knife-edge of desire sharpened.
Severus lost control first; the smell and feel and very reality of Harry here with him, not to mention the boy's talented mouth, drove him over the edge. His cries were muffled by the other man's arousal in his mouth, but Harry had no problem knowing when his lover was ready. Severus' cock pulsed, and his mouth was filled with the other man's need. Harry struggled to swallow as the vibrations on his erection sent him quickly to his own climax. This was the first time he'd been able to truly enjoy tasting his lover, unhurriedly. He wanted to enjoy it.
Severus gasped as he tried to keep up rhythm while he was caught up in his incredible release. Harry's mouth on him was perfect, milking him of every drop and prolonging the pleasure. He needed to make sure Harry's release was just as good. When the pleasure ebbed slightly, he redoubled his efforts, speeding up his mouth and sliding a hand up the inside of Harry's leg.
Harry finally released Severus' cock from his mouth so he could moan fully. "God, so good..." he gasped, losing his resolve to make this last. So hot, so wet, the other man's mouth and hands took him higher and higher. He thrust his hips forward, dimly hoping he wouldn't choke his lover, then he was coming, and he couldn't even breathe.
Severus savored every drop of Harry's release, still coming down from the aftershocks of his own pleasure. He licked his lover clean, then helped Harry turn around so they could lie in each other's arms.
"Good morning," grinned Harry, looked wonderfully debauched. Severus decided that waking up like this was something he could get used to. Instead of answering, he held Harry tight. They drifted off for a little while, reveling in afterglow and the fact that there was no reason to get out of bed at all.
They spent the next few days like that, not even venturing out to eat. The house elves were more than happy to deliver any amount of food to Harry, even though they looked slightly scandalised at the fact that he appeared to be staying with Professor Snape. Though, if they disapproved, they kept it to themselves, and Harry and Severus fed each other, and made love, and spent an idyllic time getting to know one another.
Soon, though, both men knew that they would have to go back to reality. The Ministry was waiting for an answer on their job offer to Harry, and Severus had to go back to his home to check on things.
Harry had been slightly surprised to find out that Severus did indeed have a home outside of Hogwarts. "What, you thought I never leave the castle?" joked the Potions master. "That I was born here in the dungeons?"
"I guess I never really thought about it," admitted Harry sheepishly. The men were exercising; Harry had discovered the source of his lover's lean muscles. One hidden room was actually a well- appointed gym. He winced as he tried to find a comfortable way to sit on the rowing machine; they had gotten a bit rough last night, at Harry's urging, but he didn't really regret it. The sweet ache just reminded him of how much he loved to be taken by Severus, how wonderful it felt when that hard cock finally slid into him, filling him completely. Harry realised he was getting distracted again.
Severus was explaining that his home was a drafty old manor, nothing special, but Harry interrupted. "Can I go with you?"
"Whatever for?" asked Severus.
"I want to see where you grew up. I mean, I've known you so long but I don't really know anything about you," admitted Harry. "You know everything about me. Everyone does." Harry looked away. He didn't want to sound so needy, but he knew the two of them were overdue for a serious talk about their relationship.
Severus walked over and knelt next to Harry. "If you want to, you're more than welcome to come with me, Harry. But what about the Ministry?"
"I have a few more days," replied Harry. "I intend to take my time. This is my career, and I want to be sure."
"I understand," nodded Severus. "I'll order a portkey for two, then, shall I?"
Harry looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I haven't had time to take my apparation test," he said, not liking to be reminded that he was so young. Wizards were eligible to apply for their licence when they finished school or turned eighteen, whichever came first.
Severus smiled as he helped Harry to his feet. "It's ok, really. I don't much like apparating myself," he admitted. He lowered his voice. "Don't tell anyone, but it took me three tries to pass the test. I've never been fond of it. My mother was furious with me. I prefer to take a portkey when I can."
Harry grinned at Severus. "I thought you were an expert at everything," he laughed. It had never occurred to him that the Potions master might not be a master at other things.
Severus smiled and caressed Harry's ass possessively. "Only in the things that count," he leered.
They decided to leave the next morning. Harry was looking forward to seeing Severus' home, and he had decided that it would be the perfect place to discuss their relationship.
Severus felt the same way; he intended to tell Harry that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. He hoped the younger wizard felt the same way.
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Chapter 25: Chapter 25
Harry stumbled slightly as the portkey released them at their destination. Luckily, he was already holding onto the quite solid form of his lover, Severus Snape, so he was in no danger of falling. In fact, he didn't at all mind leaning against Severus; the feeling of the older man against him still immediately aroused him.
"Are you all right, Harry?" asked Severus solicitously, holding the younger wizard against him.
"Mm, yes, just enjoying," Harry grinned, moving so more of him was pressed against his dark-haired lover. He looked around; they stood outside of a massive stone house that looked forbidding. "Wow."
Severus snorted. "Don't judge by appearances, Harry." He moved forward, taking out his wand and deactivating the wards. The door opened slowly for them. Harry thought that it should have squeaked from the look of it, but the door appeared to be perfectly oiled and balanced. "After you, Harry."
With trepidation, Harry stepped across the threshold. The house looked just like something out of a Muggle movie; dark corners and high ceilings, but thankfully no cobwebs. Severus led Harry into a room that contained large, plush couches and chairs. He pointed his wand at the huge fireplace and a roaring fire appeared. The fire did much to cheer up the room, and Harry felt better already. Though it was barely noon, the sky outside was gray and darkening. Harry wasn't exactly sure where they were but he suspected they were even farther north than Hogwarts. The landscape was wild and barren and Harry wondered why anyone would want to live out here. Then again, as a wizard, one could travel quite easily from place to place, so he supposed it wouldn't be that bad.
Severus showed Harry around the house, worried that the boy would be put off by its coldness. He himself had hated it here, much preferring his grandmother's home or even Hogwarts. He remembered always being cold; but perhaps that had been an emotional coldness as much as a physical one. His family had not even been demonstrably affectionate; he had never grown used to casual touches. His mother was distant, his father even more so. He was an only child, and suspected that he was only conceived out of obligation to produce an heir. His acceptance by his housemates at school became all- important; as a teenager desperate to belong, he accepted the Dark Mark without thinking. It didn't take him long to realise his mistake, though, and he'd spent the rest of his life making up for it.
Severus showed Harry the master bedchamber, the only room he was really looking forward to using. When his parents had been killed, unrelated for once to Voldemort's rise, he'd had the room completely redecorated; though it had been years before he'd been able to sleep here. And never, in all those years, had anyone ever shared this bed with him. He hoped Harry would understand how important this was to him. That Harry was the first one who had ever seen this part of him.
The tour ended in the kitchens, with an introduction to three house- elves who were a bit bewildered but more than happy to have someone other than Severus to look after. He had been back only as often as absolutely necessary over the years; the place held no nostalgia for him. He preferred his dungeons at Hogwarts, with his potions workroom and his books. That was his home, not here.
He told Harry bits and pieces as they went, not wanting to give the boy his whole life story but needing him to understand. Harry asked a few questions but for the most part stayed quiet, taking everything in.
Harry, who had never had a place to truly call his home, was at first impressed with the place. But from his lover's attitude toward the manor, and the tone of some of his comments, he could tell that this house had never been a home to Severus. He hoped Severus would trust him with his feelings.
Though he could tell this was far from pleasant for his lover, Harry at least was glad for a bit of background, sort of filling in some of the blanks in Severus' past, so to speak. He felt slightly closer to Severus now. He felt like he knew him a bit better.
They took dinner in the living room, in front of the roaring fire, because Severus seemed to prefer it there. He volunteered little snippets of his life, becoming more free with details the more wine they shared. Harry listened attentively, becoming more and more convinced as the night wore on that he wanted to spend his life with Severus.
Severus wanted to tell Harry everything, pour out his heart to the boy he was more and more sure he wanted to be with forever. But he didn't want to scare him away; he was well aware he was damaged goods and it was too much to hope that a gorgeous young wizard such as Harry could even be remotely interested in dealing with his emotional baggage.
Severus realised he had never told anyone half of what he was telling Harry; it was almost a relief to share things with another human being. He'd had lovers, not that many but a few. None had ever expressed any interest whatsoever in his past. Only the future, and what he could do for them. None of them had lasted long.
Harry finally asked, "Why the hell would anyone, wizard or not, *want* to live way out in the middle of nowhere like this?"
Severus actually laughed. "Well, I remember my grandfather telling everyone that his father had built it because he loved the wide-open spaces, the peace and quiet," he said. "But eventually, my grandmother told me that it was because the old man was bitter and spiteful and wanted the entire family to have to drag themselves all the way out here for family gatherings. He wanted to cause the most inconvenience for the greatest number of people." He leaned closer to Harry across the table. "And you know what? I believe it."
Harry laughed too. He got up from the table and went over to Severus, sliding into his lap in the small gap between his lover and the table. "Thank you for bringing me here. I know it's been difficult for you."
Severus pulled Harry close, reveling in the warmth of his lover that contrasted so nicely with the cold of the house. "It's getting easier. And just seeing you here... makes it better." He hoped Harry understood what he was trying to say; he wasn't feeling very eloquent.
Harry snuggled closer, straddling Severus' thighs now, getting as close as possible. "I'm glad to know some things about you. I..." he took a deep breath. Time to take a chance. "I want to know more. I want to... know everything." He trailed off, uncertain if the other man would understand.
"There's not much to know, really, Harry," said Severus, hoping it wasn't wishful thinking that was colouring his reaction to Harry's words.
"I love you, Severus," Harry breathed. They'd said this to each other before, but now Harry wanted to let the other man know he meant it seriously, and not just sexually.
"I love you too, Harry," Severus answered, running his hand through the boy's hair. "I still find it hard to believe you could feel anything for me. After all we've..."
"Shh," ordered Harry. "We've been through that. That's the past. I'm thinking of the future."
"The future?" Severus said carefully. "Have you decided about the job offer?"
"Nearly," replied Harry. "But I wanted to talk to you about it first."
"It's your career, Harry, you should make that decision on your own."
"But, I want you in my future, too," Harry said quickly. "So you should have some say in it."
"Are you sure you want to be tied to an old man like me?" Severus asked, but his heart was swelling with hope.
"You're not old, Severus. And I'm afraid it's already too late, I love you and want to be with you."
"And I want to be with you," Severus answered, smiling. "I don't know how I got this lucky, but..."
"But you're stuck with me! And you know how stubborn Gryffindors can be," Harry grinned. Then he turned serious. "I don't know how we'll work it out. I assume I'll be gone on assignments for the Ministry, but... when I'm not, I'd like to be with you."
"You just want me for sex," snorted Severus.
"You figured me out!" laughed Harry. "But seriously, Severus... are you ok with my working for the Ministry?"
"I'm worried about you endangering yourself, of course," he answered seriously. "But you could do that playing Quidditch as well. And... if you wanted... you could come and live with me at Hogwarts. When you're not on a mission." He took a deep breath. "I could think of nothing better than waking up next to you as often as possible."
Harry smiled delightedly. "Are you sure? I won't annoy you too much?"
"I have no doubt you will annoy me greatly," said Severus dryly. "But I love you, and you're fantastic in bed, so I guess I can put up with it."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Sev," purred Harry, wiggling against him.
"Will it really?" replied the older man archly. "Do you suppose it will get us up to bed or must we rut in the living room like teenagers?"
"I *am* a teenager, you dirty old man," laughed Harry. "And I want to do it here." He rubbed his rapidly growing arousal against Severus.
"So I noticed," Severus said, his voice dropping with desire. "I suppose I can indulge you just this once." He leaned forward, and their mouths met in a searing kiss.
The two men kissed hard, hands coming up to fumble with clothes quickly, eager to touch skin. After a lot of wiggling, they managed skin contact; Severus' shirt hung open, and his pants were pushed down around his thighs. Harry's pants were gone and his shirt was pushed up. Harry rocked against his lover, his hard cock rubbing against Severus'. They kissed again and again, only stopping when both were too out of breath to continue.
"Want you inside me," moaned Harry. "Now."
Severus summoned a jar of lubricant, and Harry eagerly smoothed it on his lover's waiting cock, drawing a hiss from him. "What have you done to me, Harry? I can't get enough of you," he groaned.
"You're just too sexy, that's all," panted Harry, leaning up so he could position himself. "God..." he moaned as he lowered himself onto Severus' arousal. "So perfect..."
Severus grabbed Harry's hips, trying hard not to grip too hard and bruise him. "You're so tight, Harry..." He bit his lip to keep himself from thrusting upward, letting Harry set the pace.
"And I'm all yours, Severus..." moaned Harry, fully impaled on his lover's erection now. He stayed still for a long moment, then worked his muscles around the cock inside him in a way that he knew drove Severus wild.
The older wizard growled. "Stop teasing me, boy." He lifted Harry and dropped him quickly down, rolling his hips and making Harry gasp.
Then they were beyond words; they moved together as quickly as their position allowed, Harry snaking his hand between them to stroke himself, Severus driving up into Harry's tight heat.
Harry gave in first, crying out as he climaxed, tightening even more around Severus. As always, this drove his lover to release, his voice even deeper as he filled the boy with his passion.
Later, Severus carried Harry up to bed, and he slept happily in it for the first time in his life, snuggled close to the man he loved.
Neither knew what the future would hold for them, but they'd face it together.
And they had a great many rooms to christen. The house elves soon learned to knock first.