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Chapter 10
: A sulfurous plan

The morning after, Harry awoke still tired. The
evening before, he had held a long conversation with Hermione who had firmly
recalled him that the week �of observation' would finish the next day. Today,
therefore, was the last day. He did not know how he had succeeded to prolong
the delay with another week nor, especially, where all the arguments he had
found to convince her with had come from.

A little but disturbing voice had then whispered to
him that, perhaps, his desire for his potions master had no small part in that.

When satisfied with his improvisation and his success,
Harry finally entered the boys� dormitory, where Seamus had badgered him with
questions. Harry had stopped him very quickly, promising to speak with him the
day after but now, as he took his belongings to go to wash, he was regretting
not having talked to him the day before. He knew what the young Irishman was
going to say to him, or rather to demand and he did not want at all to face the
dispute which he saw coming at the horizon.

After having prepared himself, Harry went down in
company of Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall to have their breakfast. When
they were comfortable at the table, the gaze of the young emerald-eyed
Gryffindor derived immediately towards the table of the professors and clung to
the black-clothed wizard who was staring at him with covetousness. Snape looked
elsewhere when their eyes met each other.

Harry tried to concentrate his thoughts on that single
person but it was really difficult when another one, next to him, was provoking
him unconsciously with his own thoughts.

�She�s beautiful' he thought with despair. �How could
she want me one day? She�s so intelligent. Oh
Hermione, if you knew... '

"Yes and me I know!" said Harry, losing his
temper while looking at his red-haired friend. He had enough of hearing Ron
sigh daily and deplore his own fate when he saw that the boy did not try
anything whereas Hermione would ardently have wanted it. "And all that I
can say to you is to get things started!�

Ron looked his friend with wide eyes then glanced at
Hermione who was staring at Harry with a dumbfounded expression.

�You�ll succeeded, Ron. You�re an excellent keeper!��

A very amazed Ron was still gazing Harry
while Hermione was in despair about the always repetitive subject of the boys
conversation.

�Quidditch again!� she sighed, rolling her eyes before
beginning to talk with Ginny who was sitting next to her.

"... Your ally is only waiting for
that. It�s what she wants... for a long time, now. But you�re so blinded by the
rain that you don�t see the signs for the game�s tactics that she casts you.
Sometimes, you know how to receive the quaffle but you let it too often slip
into your goals. So, take the initiative and anticipate! Go Ron! You will win
the cup much quicker than you think!"

Harry stopped speaking and stared at Ron to see if he
had understood everything. Now, the red-haired young man was eyeing Hermione as
if she was a quaffle that he wanted to catch and keep. That fact reassured the
raven-haired Gryffindor and he sighed in relief. Then, he turned his head
towards the teachers table but he discovered that his potions master was not
present anymore. He lowered his eyes, disappointed.

He wanted him. Harry desperately wanted his professor
and he also wanted to have his place in his bed as in his heart. He knew that
Snape desired him but Harry wanted more.

�I want his love too' he thought while an idea as
daring, as extravagant was crossing his mind. Would he dare?

He started to eat slowly, thinking of the
consequences that the implement of this idea could bring about. Was he going to
act like this?

A smile appeared on his lips as he remembered that the
Gryffondors, with their courage, dared everything.

OOOoooOOOoooOOO

�Harry! Harry!�

The green-eyed young man turned to the call of his
first name and sighed, ill at ease, when he saw Seamus running towards him.

Arrived close to him, Seamus said, "I have to
talk to you, Harry!"

The Irish wizard was looking at him with a peremptory
eyes what prevented Harry from pushing back again the interview. Moreover, he
thought that it was better to regulate everything as fast as possible.

"Yes, Seamus but if it�s a private discussion
that you want to have with me, it�s not really the ideal place" he
answered, showing him the corridor of the library which was far from being
deserted. "And I remind you that I must pass my potions practice test in
about fifteen minutes..."

"It will be sufficient" retorted the blond
with a strange gleam in his eyes. "Come on. Let�s go towards the dungeons
together while I explain you. Concerning me, my lessons start only in one
hour."

Harry agreed slowly while putting away, in his bag, a
book with a dark blue cover which he had just borrowed. They were beginning to
descend the multiple staircases in a heavy silence when Seamus broke it
abruptly.

"Harry, I-I would like you to give us a chance.
No!" he exclaimed, seeing Harry�s mouth open to cut him in. "I
already know your arguments, Harry! But I really like you and I can�t get you
out of my head. I want us to try to have a relationship. I think that we would
be very good together."

"Seamus" started the raven-haired boy with
an embarrassed tone of voice. "I thought that you understood. I do not
want to make you suffer more and I know that I would make it if we were dating,
even only one day."

"You still have sights on the other guy? "
he asked with a jealous brusqueness.

"It�s none of your business, Seamus! "

"Tell me Harry! "the blond exclaimed,
violently pushing Harry against the wall of the emptied dungeons that they had
finally reached. "Are you already dating him? Are you in love with him? Is
he better than me?"

The suffering which he perceived in the voice of his
friend broke Harry�s heart and he responded with softness, "I�m not dating
him yet but I hope to do it soon. Yes, I�m in love with him and better than
you� no, because you are both two different ones and I love you both but in a
different way."

The eyes of Seamus had veiled tears and his face was
twisted in an intense expression of pain. He closed his eyelids for two seconds
then reopened them and agreed slowly with an unhappy movement of head.

"I understand Harry. I don�t want to hurt you
either and I could only bring you pain if I would persist whereas you love
another person. Just know that I wouldn�t forget you, Harry" he said,
cherishing the boy�s cheek with sadness. "You were the first to make me
feel as many things. I was well with you... even if we weren�t really
together."

A single tear ran along the left cheek of Seamus and Harry
swept it away tenderly with his thumb.

"I wouldn�t forget you either Seamus. I was also
well with you but... but... you understand."

Seamus lowered his eyes and agreed again. Then, he
took a deep inspiration and raised them towards Harry.

�Can I � Can I kiss you? Just a last time? Like to
tell you good-bye? To say good-bye to what it could have been if... "

Harry still stroked the cheek of his
friend and nodded his head in approval.

The Irish advanced his head towards Harry�s and put
softly his lips on his own. He was just kissing them, touching the pink skin
lightly. Then, he pressed a little more with tenderness and it is in that
position that Draco Malfoy discovered them.

"And look at those fags!" he exclaimed with
a sarcastic tone of voice.

Seamus jumped and moved back quickly while Harry,
after also having been startled, looked at the Slytherin with disdain.

"Have fun? Want to rent a room perhaps?" the
blond continued, laughing with contempt. "Who would have believed it?
Finnegan and Potty? Two queers! "

Seamus tightened his fists while growling, ready to
rush on the Slytherin but Harry retained him.

"Seeing that you are also a queer - as you say -
I believe that you don�t have anything to judge" said the
Boy-Who-Lived.

Draco faded terribly while Seamus opened his eyes
excessively.

�How does he know? How does he know?' was repeating
Draco in his head.

"You believe that I never saw you Malfoy?"
Harry began again sharply. "You believe that I never see your calculating
gaze on me, planning on the manner for you to put me in your bed? I�m neither
blind nor interested, Malfoy, then go and speak with someone that that is
interested!" Then, turning to Seamus who, apparently, still could not get
over it, he added, "Thank you for your understanding. You�ll always remain
a faithful friend for me. I must go now! If not, then Snape will remove us
points. See you soon!"

"See you!" he echoed, seeing Harry
leave.

When this last passed beside Malfoy, he did not cast a
single glance at him, pronounced no word. So did the Slytherin. Everything had
been said, there were nothing to add.

OOOoooOOOOoooOOO

Harry left the room, cheeks flushed and with a short
breathe.

He absolutely needed to find a deserted
and especially near place to release himself immediately. He walked quickly
towards the toilets and locked up in one of the cabins in which he cast a
silencing spell.

He unbuttoned the lower part of his robes then undid
his trousers which he lowered instantaneously, bringing his boxers with them.
He groaned when his fingers were rolled up around his painfully inflated
member. His hand started a fast back and forth movement while he reminded him
the thoughts of Snape when he was passing his practice test of potion.

�Oh Merlin! What an arousing position! Harry, you turn
me on! You excite me so much! Oh yes, bend down a little bit more! Yeeees, like
this... if only I could just drive my cock deep inside your tight and hot
little arse�' the man had thought when Harry was making his potion.

�You are so
beautiful and sexy that by doing you, Nature must cry with jealousy... And this
sensual swaying walk blimey! Do not come too close to me, Harry, otherwise you
risk to find something you�re not expecting� he had continued in his
head.

That display had largely disturbed the young
Gryffondor who had been almost about to miss his potion on several occasions.
At the end of his examination, it was of an irreproachable red blood color but
too much fluid to be perfect.

�And these hands! His hands! As I would like to see
them on my body! Touch me Harry, kiss me, stroke me, suck me. Oh yes that mouth !... Make me come with only your lips... '

Harry felt his erection vibrate stronger
under his fingers and, with his thumb, he touched the sensitive and wet head of
his hot member which was craving his contacts.

�Do you think of me when you stroke yourself
Harry?'

"Oh yes, yes" he moaned while his seed
spouted out, releasing him from all his tension.

It was an absolute necessary that he put his plan in
execution. As of today!

OOOoooOOOoooOOO

Now, it grew dark and Harry could hear
his roommates sleeping peacefully. In the shelter of his bed�s curtains, he was
opening the dark blue-covered book he had borrowed from the library as soon as
he had been able to. Apparently, the book was popular and in great demand. He
looked at the contents and found the chapter he was interested in. It thus
turned the pages until finding what it sought and started to read.

�There exist several kinds
of love potion of which the most popular and used are two. One of them is very
easy to prepare. It does not require high capacities in potion and... '

Very concentrated and interested on his research,
Harry stopped on the disadvantages of the potion. He absolutely wanted his plan
to work and that even a potions master as talented as Snape, would not notice
the trickery.

�... This potion is to be used with precaution because
it can be turned over against his creator. Indeed, the desired person must
imperatively see their admirer first if this one wants to be made some love.
The first glance is determining and irremediable except if one manages an
antidote... '

Harry did not continue his reading further. He could
not make Snape believe that it was him � his professor - the first person he
would have seen.

�Without any doubt, the second potion is more
effective and targeted. It is realizable with more difficulty but let the
person who is in love to be sure that the object of their desire will flame in
a blind passion for them... '

Harry was reading the list of the ingredients when he
stopped again. Shit! He needed a hair of Snape! Or anything belonging physically
to Snape. The smart man wouldn�t swallow that either. Harry pushed a little
more his reading all the same and gave up definitively when he saw that one of
the antidotes could make lose the memory of their moments of passion to the �victim� and knowing Snape, he would give him to drink
this antidote.

"There is really no one which could suit
me?" Harry murmured for himself.

What he was looking for was a potion which would be
relatively easy to realize for his level. It was necessary that Snape would not
have any doubt about the veracity of the story he wanted to make up - what
would be difficult seeing the natural mistrust of the man.

Obviously, the Gryffindor did not have
the intention of making this love potion. He just wanted to make Snape believe
that an unknown person would have prepared it to give him, Harry, to drink, but
that the potion would not have functioned as it would have had. Thus, Harry
would be able to find himself in his teacher�s arms, kissing him, stroking him
and declaring him his love in all impunity. He knew that the plan was not the
most convenient one but he wanted so much to touch his professor that he was
ready and feeling bold. And no serious consequence could result from this since
he knew that Snape wanted him already... would it?

His beautiful green eyes illuminated when they slipped
on the few lines of a potion which seemed to have been created for his plan. A
large smile took shape on his lips while he read, �The
passion potion is between the potion of desire and the love potion. It is a
preparation more complicated than difficult where a certain logic is of
setting... '

Harry detailed the receipt and thought that, most
certainly, it couldn�t be conceived by everyone but only by reading it well, he
would be able to prepare it perfectly. So, he continued his reading.

`... of a beautiful and very dark orange color to the
gold reflections, it has the pleasant taste of... '

"Banana?" he read with an astonished
pleasure. He would have to go in the kitchens to take one of them and eat it
before throwing himself in the arms of Snape.

`... once the antidote is drunk, the person having
swallowed the passion potion does not remember at all this episode of ignited
desire and unconditional love. This fact is not at all due to the antidote but
to the potion itself. The antidote can, in no case, remove these memories... '

"Yeah!" exclaimed Harry,
hopping almost in joy on his bed. Snape was not going to give him any
additional potion to erase his memories considering he would believe that his
student had no memory about their moments of passion. Harry would thus keep his
delicious memories while being certain not to be punished. He would ignite the
desire of his professor and who knows... perhaps later... Snape would notice
that he would be in love with him...

Harry started to daydream and did not realize, a few
minutes later, than he had sunk into sleep.

OOOoooOOOoooOOO

Harry closed his eyes a short moment and breathed
deeply.

It was 8:30 p.m. and he was in front of the door of his
potions master�s office. He had to play his role until the end and neither him
nor Snape would complain.

He breathed deeply again and opened the door without
knocking. He closed it in a sharp slapping and walked quickly towards the desk
where, as he had made sure of it previously, Snape was alone, grading some
essays.

The man stared at him with an icy but surprised gaze
whereas, inwardly, he was groaning to see his pupil wearing tight black clothes
which did not let any place of imagination.

"What are you doing here, Potter!" spat
Snape with venom. "And you did not knock on the door! Ten points from
Gryff... Potter! What the hell�?"

Harry had moved forwards to reach the imposing desk
without saying a word. Then, he had straddled his teacher�s laps and now, he
was biting tenderly the man�s ear lobe.

"If you take points from my House, I would have
to regain them, Professor. And if you know how to remove things, then let�s
start by my trousers! I feel so tight inside it... Do you understand what I
mean or do you want me to show you?"

Snape had opened wide his eyes and his
breath was strangely short by now.

"Potter" he gasped. "What�s got into
you?"

"I hoped that it would be you,
Professor" he purred, moving his hips against his potions master�s.

This one was totally taken aback by the clear
invitation his student had just done him but the protests he had beginning to
exclaim drowned by Harry who was devouring his face and his neck with burning
kisses.

"Potter!" he tried to object while his hips
started to answer to this lascivious dance. He felt his cock harden more at the
same time as a heat wave was spreading in his body.

"Oh Severus! You have the most beautiful arse I
ever saw. I would like to kiss it. Tell me you want it too! ... "

All the members of Snape were shaking now
and he was fighting hard not to tell him �Yes�. He contracted his fingers on
the desk to forbid them to run all over the hot body which was so passionately
offered to him and he tried to immobilize his hips which seemed not to be able
to stop undulating under those of his student.

"No, Potter" he panted desperately.
"W-We... s-shouldn�t ... do... that... Mmm... Stop Pot- Ooh..."

Harry was stroking his teacher�s chest while licking
the lobe of his other ear. He could slightly feel a hard nipple under the dark
material and that simple touch was driving him mad.

"Stop Pot-ter!" ordered Snape more firmly,
pushing him back. "Now we should stop!"

The man�s hips still riveted on his,
Harry arched his lower back while Snape, with his two hands, was maintaining
his chest far away from him. The young man took advantage of that position by
grabbing the collar of his own black tee-shirt and tearing it. By doing that,
Snape�s hands were found on his naked and slightly tanned torso and the
Gryffondor groaned.

Severus withdrew his hands as fast as possible and
Harry could return squeezing his body against him. His strong arms surrounded
Snape�s neck and Harry murmured a lascivious "I love you" before
capturing the slim lips between his.

Severus had tensed when he had heard his pupil
declaration of love but he relaxed when he felt a hot tongue invading his mouth
to caress his. He wanted it so much! And for a so long time! He kissed him back
with boldness, licking the tender lips he had dreamt of so often, tasting the
boy�s flavour before jumping when a daring hand put itself on his crotch to
start to tease it.

"Oh no, Harry! Stop! If you don�t, I won�t
succeed to stop myself either!"

"But I don�t want you or me to stop, love!"
moaned Harry before passing his tongue on the man�s lips.

Severus tried once again to push him back but Harry
took his pale hand in his and carried it to his mouth. While staring at him
with his intensely green eyes, he licked his forefinger slowly, beginning by
the tip to continue all over the soft skin until its base. Then he took it into
his mouth and started a sensual back and forth pass. Soon, he freed the finger,
letting his tongue slide between the index and the middle fingers before giving
this last the same treatment. His tongue was teasing his shivering flesh in a
very slow rhythm and it tortured him. Harry passed to the ring finger then to
the little finger which he tasted with the same dexterity. Finally, his warm
and wet tongue slipped on Snape�s palm of which he took delight in before
reaching the thicker and tender flesh at the base of the thumb that he bit
gently.

Severus was mesmerized by this sight and
this mouth which tormented him so deliciously. He saw the reddened lips of his
student close again around each of his fingers with an expression of ecstasy in
his face that he would have liked to see in another occasion, in another place
that he called his bedroom. He was quivering of desire at those simple
thoughts.

Harry perceived the thousands thoughts of his teacher
and that excited him more. He knew that what he was doing to him was pleasing
Severus and he really wanted to please him. Very much.

As soon as all the fingers of Severus had been
cleverly honoured, Harry made them slide of his mouth to his neck then his
chest. He enjoyed this stolen moment as if it was the last and continued the
soft progression of this pale and elegant hand towards his belly then, lower.

Snape retained his breath when he felt his palm
wandering in places where it should never have had access and where he was
eager to penetrate.

Harry made the hand of his teacher come back up on his
flat belly, his golden chest and his neck before taking again his index in his
mouth to suck it delicately. Then, he withdrew it languorously and approached
it of Snape�s lips.

"Taste" he said with a voice buckled by
desire.

He buried the index finger of the man in the mouth of
this one and saw Severus sucking it in his turn.

"It�s my turn now!" whispered Harry, pushing
back gently the hand to take possession of the thin lips once again.

Severus kissed him again and again and, while an alarm
bell more persistent than ever howled in his head and abruptly, he understood
why.

And his heart sank.

The taste which he could feet in Harry�s mouth, it was
banana. He had obviously seen that his student had adopted a strange behaviour
towards him but he had thought... he had believed...

His feelings were not real. His declaration of love
was fake. His caresses were forced by a potion which he knew and of which,
apparently, he had not sufficiently been wary.

He pushed Harry back gently but firmly and immobilized
him with a quick �Impedimenta�
after having risen of the chair.

He did not want Potter to continue
caresses and other kisses the boy did not really want.

He went to seek an antidote in his cupboard and
returned towards his pupil.

The only consolation he had was that Harry would not
remember anything.

At least he would be spared.

TBC�

Next
chapter : Title : The confession

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of a mistake, made by Harry, Severus will have what he wants�
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