Light on the Dark Side of Me
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
34
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37,637
Reviews:
236
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0
Currently Reading:
1
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Apologies melt away
Title: Light on the Dark Side of Me
Author: cocoa-snape
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry Potter belongs exclusively to JKR…she is a goddess. I am making no money from this.
Light on the Dark Side of Me
Chapter 10: Apologies melt away
A week had gone by since Harry’s indiscretion and Snape noted with annoyance that Harry continued to be distracted during their lessons. Initially, he thought the boy might be so embarrassed by what he’d done that he couldn’t stand to be around him anymore. Although Snape was sure that a part of Harry must feel that way, he was surprised to learn that Harry was also spending an inordinate amount of time daydreaming about what had happened. Does the boy not remember that I’m a Legilimens!? Harry kept replaying the memory of Snape holding him, caressing his back while whispering words of comfort, and of course that short, but sweet kiss. Snape cursed himself for having been so kind to the boy – that was clearly the problem!
Presently, he was demonstrating a defensive spell to Harry, who was ignoring the wand movements he was showing him, in favor of staring at Snape’s hands. He had long ago grown tired of boy’s deranged hormones interrupting their lessons and decided it was time for bold action.
“Are you paying attention, Potter?” Snape snapped, stunning Harry out of his reverie.
“What? Oh…uhmm, sorry.”
“I can see that you are yet again distracted by this ridiculous infatuation you have developed for some fictional notion you have of me. I want you to stop this silliness immediately. Is that understood?”
Harry took a deep breath. He couldn’t believe Snape was addressing this, but since he was, he wasn’t going to let this opportunity go by, “I don’t think I can, sir.”
Snape sighed with frustration, and scolded, “You are a naive fool Potter. I am not nice – don’t let last week’s display fool you. I simply did not want you going to the Headmaster in tears after our lesson.”
“Oh…” Harry said with disappointment in his voice and face. He felt hurt to think that Snape’s comfort was not genuine.
Yes, now we’re getting somewhere, Snape thought, relieved that the boy was finally beginning to see reason.
Snape took a few steps forward, invading Harry’s personal space – doing his best to intimidate him, making sure the boy would feel the full impact of his words. “Listen carefully to me, Potter. I am not a good person. I am not the person you have dreams about. I am a much better star for your nightmares! I would do horrible things to you,” Snape said cruelly, amending in his mind, wonderfully horrible things, but he squashed the thought. “And I would enjoy it,” he sneered.
Snape sensed a flicker of fear muddled in a dearth of emotions and seized on it. His plan was working. Time to go in for the kill, he thought.
He stalked towards Harry, pinning him against the wall with his hands on Harry’s shoulders.
“What is it that you want,” Snape asked in a dangerously incisive whisper. “Down in the dungeons…all alone…the silencing wards up…no escape. Perhaps you should be more careful what you wish for, or your nasty potions professor might force himself on you…do unspeakable things to you…”
“Yesss,” Harry hissed.
Snape was momentarily stunned by the assent that had left the boy’s mouth. He had expected the boy to go running. His eyes still wide with shock, Snape began to move away only to have his hips grabbed and held still, preventing him from moving. Snape was shocked at the aggressiveness of the gesture and was about to take the boy’s head off for his insolence, but the unspoken plea on Harry’s face gave him pause. His face was flushed with desire and as Snape watched Harry lick his lips, he could not resist the temptation.
He took another step forward and pushed his body against Harry’s, pressing his lips against his. Harry gasped in Snape’s mouth. Snape was kissing him and it was so far beyond his wildest dreams. His lips were so warm, so soft, better than he remembered. Harry felt Snape’s tongue gently, yet devastatingly stroke his lower lip. He opened his lips eagerly and felt Snape’s tongue brush his own, sending shivers down his body. Feeling Snape pulling away, Harry tried to keep his lips against Snape’s, but the man was holding him firmly against the wall.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” Harry managed hoarsely.
“Yes, I know,” Snape murmured in that silky voice.
“You do?” Harry asked, stunned. As understanding dawned on Harry, he continued emboldened, “That was better than any fantasy.”
Snape was about to huff at the boy’s statement, but was halted by his gaze. Snape could see and feel the lust burning in those beautiful emerald eyes, and it melted away his resistance. He felt something inside him snap.
He smashed his body even harder against Harry’s, crushing him against the wall. Snape’s mouth covered Harry’s again, this time with an urgency and possessiveness that were Harry’s undoing. The feeling of Snape’s tongue plundering his mouth was pure ecstasy. As Harry felt Snape’s hands caressing the sides of his body, he whimpered and clutched at Snape's robes, trying to steady himself.
Snape felt his thigh brush up against something very hard and suddenly felt Harry desperately thrusting his hips forward to meet him. He obligingly pressed his thigh between Harry’s legs and heard Harry’s gasp as it made contact. Snape did not arrest his tongue’s movements as he felt Harry rock against his leg. Barely a moment later, he felt Harry’s body shuddering against his own, and then slumping into his arms, his knees giving way. Snape’s hands held Harry firmly, preventing him from falling.
Harry was paralyzed with pleasure and now, that exquisite feeling of release. He sagged against Snape, burying his face in the man’s chest and breathing in Snape’s scent while listening to the heavy pounding of the older man’s heart. He hoped that he would never have to move.
After a minute, Snape spoke in a stunned whisper, as though he was not fully aware of what had just happened between them, “I think, perhaps Mr. Potter, you should leave.”
Harry looked up at Snape, searching for words, but there was so much he wanted to say, he could think of nothing. He simply left.
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What have I done? Snape asked himself for the hundredth time. His plan of two nights ago had been completely derailed. It had been his intention to scare Harry with the threat of intimacy, but it seemed it had inadvertently had quite the opposite effect. Not inadvertently, Snape reminded himself. He cursed himself for the thousandth time for losing control and kissing the boy. Yes, he had lost control – and Snape hated very little more than the idea of that.
Now, he was watching Harry Potter sleep peacefully on his couch after a grueling Occlumency lesson. They had carried on as always. Snape had made sure that the look on his face alone was enough for the boy not to bring up what had happened. And he had not. In fact, Snape mused, Harry was probably relieved that he had not brought it up. Surely Harry had woken up the following morning with the realization of what he had done and with whom and was mortified beyond imagination. Yes, he’s disgusted with the idea, Snape thought, but added quickly, Have you lost your mind Severus? Are you actually feeling sorry for yourself? His thoughts were interrupted by Harry’s voice.
“Oh…yes,” Harry moaned, still apparently asleep.
The boy is having a dream, Snape thought, wondering what it might be about. Just the thought had sparked a connection between them – Snape fought his own curiosity and closed it down. He had been especially hard on Harry this night, and the boy’s mind was so wide open after such sessions that the connection between them lingered, almost making it hard for him not to see Harry’s dream. But Snape resisted the temptation easily. That is, until he heard the next word that left Harry’s mouth.
“Severus…”
Severus? Oh Merlin! The sound of his given name on Harry’s lips was thrilling. It went straight to his cock, and he felt himself growing hard. Damn it Potter, what are you doing to me?
Now he desperately wanted to see what the boy was dreaming about but forced himself not to look. It was none of his business – this was not an Occlumency lesson after all. Harry was defenseless. He decided to content himself by listening for any further verbalizations.
“Please…need you…Severus…” he whined in his sleep. That was too much for Snape. He made his way to his bedroom and slammed the door with sufficient force to awaken Harry with a start. He did not pause to wonder what Harry was thinking then, if he was embarrassed, if he even realized that he’d been talking in his sleep. Instead, he removed his clothes and began stroking himself to the image of Harry on his couch, in his quarters, calling his name.
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A/N: Please review. I confess I'm having some serious writer’s block with Chapters 12 and 13. I've already written drafts of 14-21, but I’m a bit stalled with 12/13. Just a warning, although I’m hoping your positive comments will snap me out of it.
Snarry’s great and all…but I assure you that there is another underlying plot to this story which will continue – but for right now, Snape and Harry are enjoying themselves. I hope you enjoy as well.
In chapter 11, “Every second of every day,” during their next Occlumency lesson, Harry offers to show Snape what he was dreaming that night.
Please review.
Author: cocoa-snape
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry Potter belongs exclusively to JKR…she is a goddess. I am making no money from this.
Light on the Dark Side of Me
Chapter 10: Apologies melt away
A week had gone by since Harry’s indiscretion and Snape noted with annoyance that Harry continued to be distracted during their lessons. Initially, he thought the boy might be so embarrassed by what he’d done that he couldn’t stand to be around him anymore. Although Snape was sure that a part of Harry must feel that way, he was surprised to learn that Harry was also spending an inordinate amount of time daydreaming about what had happened. Does the boy not remember that I’m a Legilimens!? Harry kept replaying the memory of Snape holding him, caressing his back while whispering words of comfort, and of course that short, but sweet kiss. Snape cursed himself for having been so kind to the boy – that was clearly the problem!
Presently, he was demonstrating a defensive spell to Harry, who was ignoring the wand movements he was showing him, in favor of staring at Snape’s hands. He had long ago grown tired of boy’s deranged hormones interrupting their lessons and decided it was time for bold action.
“Are you paying attention, Potter?” Snape snapped, stunning Harry out of his reverie.
“What? Oh…uhmm, sorry.”
“I can see that you are yet again distracted by this ridiculous infatuation you have developed for some fictional notion you have of me. I want you to stop this silliness immediately. Is that understood?”
Harry took a deep breath. He couldn’t believe Snape was addressing this, but since he was, he wasn’t going to let this opportunity go by, “I don’t think I can, sir.”
Snape sighed with frustration, and scolded, “You are a naive fool Potter. I am not nice – don’t let last week’s display fool you. I simply did not want you going to the Headmaster in tears after our lesson.”
“Oh…” Harry said with disappointment in his voice and face. He felt hurt to think that Snape’s comfort was not genuine.
Yes, now we’re getting somewhere, Snape thought, relieved that the boy was finally beginning to see reason.
Snape took a few steps forward, invading Harry’s personal space – doing his best to intimidate him, making sure the boy would feel the full impact of his words. “Listen carefully to me, Potter. I am not a good person. I am not the person you have dreams about. I am a much better star for your nightmares! I would do horrible things to you,” Snape said cruelly, amending in his mind, wonderfully horrible things, but he squashed the thought. “And I would enjoy it,” he sneered.
Snape sensed a flicker of fear muddled in a dearth of emotions and seized on it. His plan was working. Time to go in for the kill, he thought.
He stalked towards Harry, pinning him against the wall with his hands on Harry’s shoulders.
“What is it that you want,” Snape asked in a dangerously incisive whisper. “Down in the dungeons…all alone…the silencing wards up…no escape. Perhaps you should be more careful what you wish for, or your nasty potions professor might force himself on you…do unspeakable things to you…”
“Yesss,” Harry hissed.
Snape was momentarily stunned by the assent that had left the boy’s mouth. He had expected the boy to go running. His eyes still wide with shock, Snape began to move away only to have his hips grabbed and held still, preventing him from moving. Snape was shocked at the aggressiveness of the gesture and was about to take the boy’s head off for his insolence, but the unspoken plea on Harry’s face gave him pause. His face was flushed with desire and as Snape watched Harry lick his lips, he could not resist the temptation.
He took another step forward and pushed his body against Harry’s, pressing his lips against his. Harry gasped in Snape’s mouth. Snape was kissing him and it was so far beyond his wildest dreams. His lips were so warm, so soft, better than he remembered. Harry felt Snape’s tongue gently, yet devastatingly stroke his lower lip. He opened his lips eagerly and felt Snape’s tongue brush his own, sending shivers down his body. Feeling Snape pulling away, Harry tried to keep his lips against Snape’s, but the man was holding him firmly against the wall.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” Harry managed hoarsely.
“Yes, I know,” Snape murmured in that silky voice.
“You do?” Harry asked, stunned. As understanding dawned on Harry, he continued emboldened, “That was better than any fantasy.”
Snape was about to huff at the boy’s statement, but was halted by his gaze. Snape could see and feel the lust burning in those beautiful emerald eyes, and it melted away his resistance. He felt something inside him snap.
He smashed his body even harder against Harry’s, crushing him against the wall. Snape’s mouth covered Harry’s again, this time with an urgency and possessiveness that were Harry’s undoing. The feeling of Snape’s tongue plundering his mouth was pure ecstasy. As Harry felt Snape’s hands caressing the sides of his body, he whimpered and clutched at Snape's robes, trying to steady himself.
Snape felt his thigh brush up against something very hard and suddenly felt Harry desperately thrusting his hips forward to meet him. He obligingly pressed his thigh between Harry’s legs and heard Harry’s gasp as it made contact. Snape did not arrest his tongue’s movements as he felt Harry rock against his leg. Barely a moment later, he felt Harry’s body shuddering against his own, and then slumping into his arms, his knees giving way. Snape’s hands held Harry firmly, preventing him from falling.
Harry was paralyzed with pleasure and now, that exquisite feeling of release. He sagged against Snape, burying his face in the man’s chest and breathing in Snape’s scent while listening to the heavy pounding of the older man’s heart. He hoped that he would never have to move.
After a minute, Snape spoke in a stunned whisper, as though he was not fully aware of what had just happened between them, “I think, perhaps Mr. Potter, you should leave.”
Harry looked up at Snape, searching for words, but there was so much he wanted to say, he could think of nothing. He simply left.
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What have I done? Snape asked himself for the hundredth time. His plan of two nights ago had been completely derailed. It had been his intention to scare Harry with the threat of intimacy, but it seemed it had inadvertently had quite the opposite effect. Not inadvertently, Snape reminded himself. He cursed himself for the thousandth time for losing control and kissing the boy. Yes, he had lost control – and Snape hated very little more than the idea of that.
Now, he was watching Harry Potter sleep peacefully on his couch after a grueling Occlumency lesson. They had carried on as always. Snape had made sure that the look on his face alone was enough for the boy not to bring up what had happened. And he had not. In fact, Snape mused, Harry was probably relieved that he had not brought it up. Surely Harry had woken up the following morning with the realization of what he had done and with whom and was mortified beyond imagination. Yes, he’s disgusted with the idea, Snape thought, but added quickly, Have you lost your mind Severus? Are you actually feeling sorry for yourself? His thoughts were interrupted by Harry’s voice.
“Oh…yes,” Harry moaned, still apparently asleep.
The boy is having a dream, Snape thought, wondering what it might be about. Just the thought had sparked a connection between them – Snape fought his own curiosity and closed it down. He had been especially hard on Harry this night, and the boy’s mind was so wide open after such sessions that the connection between them lingered, almost making it hard for him not to see Harry’s dream. But Snape resisted the temptation easily. That is, until he heard the next word that left Harry’s mouth.
“Severus…”
Severus? Oh Merlin! The sound of his given name on Harry’s lips was thrilling. It went straight to his cock, and he felt himself growing hard. Damn it Potter, what are you doing to me?
Now he desperately wanted to see what the boy was dreaming about but forced himself not to look. It was none of his business – this was not an Occlumency lesson after all. Harry was defenseless. He decided to content himself by listening for any further verbalizations.
“Please…need you…Severus…” he whined in his sleep. That was too much for Snape. He made his way to his bedroom and slammed the door with sufficient force to awaken Harry with a start. He did not pause to wonder what Harry was thinking then, if he was embarrassed, if he even realized that he’d been talking in his sleep. Instead, he removed his clothes and began stroking himself to the image of Harry on his couch, in his quarters, calling his name.
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A/N: Please review. I confess I'm having some serious writer’s block with Chapters 12 and 13. I've already written drafts of 14-21, but I’m a bit stalled with 12/13. Just a warning, although I’m hoping your positive comments will snap me out of it.
Snarry’s great and all…but I assure you that there is another underlying plot to this story which will continue – but for right now, Snape and Harry are enjoying themselves. I hope you enjoy as well.
In chapter 11, “Every second of every day,” during their next Occlumency lesson, Harry offers to show Snape what he was dreaming that night.
Please review.