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I just wanted to ask	By : evil-minded Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 31281 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any character from it, Rowling does … I do not make any money out of Harry Potter either, again – Rowling does … I however do own Herbaceous VanHarkins – but I don’t make money of him also … :D …

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Author's Notes:

Uhm … ok … I have to admit … English is not my language by birth … so … please do not kill me while reading … neither for the bad English I use, nor for what I am writing …

And yes, I really would appreciate it, if you would honor my work with a short review as I always will honor your comments with an answer … Answers to reviews you have given or the chance to discuss the story you can find here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/34437-review-replies-for-i-just-wanted-to-ask/

Warning:

Story contains references to child abuse:

Child abuse is a really serious thing, it is an evil thing and there are a lot of children in our world that really would need help without being helped, and closing our eyes and pretending it does not exist – is no solution … handle people, children as well as adults, which are showing any signs – whichever – of once being abused … with understanding and with help …

what does not mean I am not as evil as I pretend to be … ^.~ … believe me – I am …

Story contains adult stuff:

Especially sex between two men … as there is Harry Potter – a male – having sex with Severus Snape – another male … what means those gay things … not to mention that the relationship between the two of them is one based on BDSM …

Don't like it, don't read it …

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Previously in I just wanted to ask

Harry belonged to him and he knew it. He didn't know why, nor how, but he knew that it was thus. Harry belonged to him as if he were a part of him. He could feel his fears, he could feel his doubts and he could feel his pains. He felt himself being more and more possessive and protective over his brat. And at the same time he knew that it was not only because of the pendant the boy wore around his neck.

That relationship was what had to be.

He just wasn't sure if he really had known what he had gotten himself into while starting a relationship with this particular teenager.

I just wanted to ask

Chapter ten

In care of a Potions Master

Harry woke with the feeling that for the first time in many, many weeks he really was well rested and he gave a satisfied sigh while he stretched. It was a good feeling to wake up without being still tired. He had transfiguration at first and then charms. Both subjects he had no problems with. After lunch he'd have defense and after that a free period until dinner.

It would be an easy day. At least now, that he was rested and didn't run danger of falling asleep in the middle of a lesson like the past few days.

He really felt good, for the first time in many, many weeks.

But this feeling did not last long, for the moment he opened his eyes he shot up in bed, startled. He was not in the Gryffindor dormitory, not even in the Gryffindor tower, that much was obvious. He had spent five years now up there, it was his home, and Harry had memorized every corner of the room, every piece of furniture and every stone of the masonry, the ceiling and the floor. He would recognize that room in the dark, and he even would recognize it blindfolded.

And this – this here was not the dormitory, nor was it any room in the Gryffindor tower at all and for a moment he began to panic.

He didn't know where he was. The room was dark, not completely dark, but semi dark. No window was there to let in any light. The only light was cast by candles on either side of the door, above a table to his left, and on the wall either side of the bed he lay in. Never before had he seen this room. It definitely was a strange room.

So – where was he?

Forcing himself to think calmly and clearly, logically and thus catching himself before he got into a panic he drew in a shaking breath, balled his hands into fists and tried to think logically.

He wasn't in the Gryffindor tower – that much was sure. There simply didn't exist such a room.

He was not back at Privet Drive either, that much was sure as well. There too didn't exist such a room. Not even the basement was like this room.

And he was not at Grimmauld Place. He didn't know that house good enough, but it didn't smell like Grimmauld Place. His dead godfather's house smelled old and damp, and this room here smelled …

Groaning in frustration he recognized the smell of herbs, of potions ingredients and of the Potions Master himself, of Snape, and memories came flying at him, unwanted, unbidden, memories of him, fainting in Snape's quarters, in Snape's presence, memories of the conversation they'd had afterwards and memories of him, crying all over the man, admitting what his relatives had done.

Partly at least.

Again.

He must have fallen asleep on the sofa and Snape must have carried him into this room. It must be a spare room in the Potions Master's quarters.

What would the man now think of him? He had behaved like a baby. He had behaved like an idiot. He had … oh Merlin!

For a moment he considered pulling the blanket over his head and hiding beneath the large fabric, never ever coming forth again, staying there forever until he died of shame. But then – he knew it wasn't possible and he knew that Snape wouldn't even let him. So he better got up and got it over with.

He would have to face Snape's wrath at one point or another anyway, and better sooner than later. So, with a heavy sigh and trembling hands he pushed the blanket aside and left the large bed.

Snape's wrath.

Severus' wrath.

Maybe he even better didn't think of the Potions Master as Severus anymore but as Snape only. Maybe he better prepared himself for being hated by Snape again. The man surely wouldn't want having him anymore now that he knew what a freak he was, what a weakling, what an idiot and what a baby. He …

"Back to insulting yourself, I see?" Snape's voice drew him out of his thoughts and startled he looked up. The man was standing in the doorway, his shoulder leaning against the wooden frame and his arms folded over his chest. His eyebrow was raised at him in his typical Snape-manner but he couldn't see a smirk on the Potions Master's face.

"I'm sorry, sir." Harry murmured. Better safe than sorry, after all. He'd had learned this one a long time ago with his uncle.

"Whatever for, Harry?" The older wizard asked and at the use of his given name the man used Harry tried to force himself to relax a bit and to take a step towards the door while he shrugged his shoulders and looked aside.

"Come here, brat." Snape said in a gentle voice that nearly startled him, and seeing that the professor wasn't angry at him, Harry slowly moved closer again until he was within arm length.

Sighing Snape reached out and quickly gripped the boy on his shoulders before he could retreat again, gaining a startled look from the teenager for his action.

"I would say a late breakfast is in order." He smirked as Harry cast a quick and startled gaze at the clock he had seen earlier in a corner of the room. It was a quarter past nine and the teenager immediately spun into action, cursing under his breath about missed classes. He tightened the grip he had on Harry's shoulder, stopping him.

"You surely won't have any classes today, Mr. Potter." The Potions Master drawled.

Harry stared at him, dumbfounded. "No classes today?" He asked, blinking at him in confusion.

"Seeing as it is Saturday morning, no, you surely won't have any classes." Snape lifted his eyebrow. "And aside from that little fact, you won't have classes for a few more days, at least a week."

The teenager blinked at him in even more confusion, shaking his head.

"No classes for a week?" He asked, nearly shocked.

"I have spoken with your head of house this morning." Snape said, leading the teenager on his shoulder out of the guest room and into the small kitchen.

Flashback

Snape silently opened the door that led to Minerva's quarters after the court "come in, Severus" from the deputy headmistress and he nearly smirked at the thought that the woman knew him just too well meanwhile. Well, they were rather close friends since a long time now, despite what some might think because of their constant bickering, and he had visited her often enough for a cup of tea during the past fifteen years, so yes, she of course recognized his knock.

The woman's living room was as untidy as always, books, robes, parchments, quills and other items covering the desk, the chairs and the backrest of the sofa and at least three empty cups were standing on the desk and on the small coffee table as well as a bottle of Scottish whiskey and a tumbler.

The trash bin under the desk was flowing over and a blanket was thrown over the backrest of the chair in front of the desk. Apparently she had been sitting there up until late night, working.

"What can I do for you, Severus?" Minerva asked and he turned his gaze at the woman that right now was trying to get her hair into her normally stern bun. "Take a seat. And don't you dare touching the whiskey!"

"Don't worry, Minerva, it is too early for a drink." Snape said, addressing the Gryffindor head of house. He still stood near the door, his back to the wall and facing the woman that was Harry's head of house. "I just wanted to inform you, if you miss a student, he is down in the dungeons, in my quarters to be precise."

"Missing a student?" The deputy headmistress blinked at him in confusion while she poured some of the whiskey into two glasses anyway and reached one at the Potions Master. "I do not miss a student, Severus."

The younger teacher lifted his eyebrow at the Transfiguration Professor. He stood tall and straight, nearly tense as always, his head held high and now the tumbler with the whiskey the woman had reached towards him in his hands.

"You mean, you do not miss one of your sixth years? Since yesterday evening?" Snape asked, lifting his glass at her and taking a sip, savoring the slightly burning sensation the liquid caused in his throat and in his stomach. "Don't you know where your students are during the night?"

"How come that one of my sixth years is in your quarters during the entire night, Severus?" Minerva asked, taking a sip too. "And who is it, by the way? Just if you don't mind me asking?"

"Of course, Minerva, I never would mind informing you of the whereabouts of your students." Snape drawled in his usual Snape-manner. "It is Mr. Potter whom we are speaking of. And he had a breakdown during detention last night."

"A breakdown?" Minerva asked and now she sounded worried. "What in Merlin's name did you do to the boy this time, Severus? And why did you keep him in your quarters after a breakdown instead of bringing him to the infirmary?"

"I did nothing to the boy, Minerva." Snape growled. "But you seem to miss several signs of neglect, I dare say."

"I beg your pardon?" The older woman huffed at him before taking another sip. "Somehow I am under the impression that you want to tell me, I do not take proper care of my students."

"Then you are under a correct impression, Minerva." Snape growled. "I do not know about your students in general, and honestly, I do not care either. But let me just say that Mr. Potter had been neglected and starved over years by his relatives and you didn't notice it. And now Mr. Potter is missing from his dormitory for an entire night and you didn't notice it either. But who am I to tell you that you are too careless with your lions?"

"At least I do not invade the privacy of my students." Minerva huffed but the Potions Master easily could see that she had only half her heart in it.

"Surely not." He drawled, swirling the golden liquid in the tumbler. "You rather lose them for an entire night."

Again Minerva huffed, but then she grew serious. "That doesn't answer my question, however. Why didn't you bring Potter to the infirmary after a breakdown? And how far went this neglect? I have to admit that the boy always was a bit too thin, but never would I have considered neglect. He never mentioned something."

"Of course, Minerva." This time it was Snape who huffed at her before taking another sip. He surely could use the glass of the strong Scottish whiskey before he told her that he was in a relationship with one of her students. "The brat surely would go to a teacher and complain about being neglected. Imagine."

"Well, you have a point, Severus."

"And as to why I brought him into my quarters instead of the infirmary." Snape said, his eyebrow lifted at the deputy headmistress daringly. "I have to deal with such issues often enough with my Slytherins and I know what I have to do in order to get more information out of those children."

This time Minerva McGonagall sighed. "Thank you, Severus." She shook her head at the Potions Master. "I know that you always deal with those students. Sometimes I wonder what we would do without you."

"You simply would have to brew your potions alone, a rather – disturbing thought. However, I will keep Mr. Potter down in the dungeons for now to ensure that he will have enough rest and nutrition before we should allow him to take his meals alone in the great hall where he either missed meals since the start of term or – nibbled – at dry toast out of fear he wouldn't be able to stomach more at the present time. Not to mention that I wish to have the brat close by and out of his dormitory as Weasley already had been beating him up pretty well because he is in a relationship with one of his teachers."

"Oh, yes, that is just fine with me, Severus." Minerva answered, taking another sip before she grasped what exactly the Potions Master had said and coughed at the whiskey she had swallowed just a moment ago.

"Wait a moment, Severus!" She then said, her voice startled. "I beg your pardon? What was it you just told me?"

"I said, you simply would have to brew your potions alone." Snape smirked at the woman. "A thought that is rather disturbing."

"No, Severus!" Minerva growled. "I rather meant what you said after that."

"That I wish to keep Potter down in the dungeons to ensure that he has enough nutrition until he can eat by himself in the great hall after his stomach got used to food?"

"No, Severus, I meant after that too!" Minerva shook her head. "At the end of your speech."

"Oh." Snape made, his eyebrow lifted in amusement. "Then you surely meant the part where I told you that I have a relationship with your student and thus wish to keep him in my quarters instead of his dormitory where he only would get beaten up again by Weasley for said relationship."

"You do know that Potter is still a student and not of age yet, Severus?"

"I am strangely aware of that little fact, Minerva, yes." Snape drawled. "And at the same time I am sure that you are aware of the little fact that such is not only legal but common between relationships such as ours."

"And what kind of relationship is it you have with my student, Severus, if I may ask?" Minerva wanted to know, refilling her glass and Snape only could smirk at her. He had known that the woman would need more than just one glass of her whiskey to swallow that bit of information.

"It is a common educational relationship, Minerva." He said, lifting his eyebrow at her. "And no, I will not force him to anything, I am sure you do know me well enough by now."

"Of course, I do, Severus." She sighed, taking a large swallow of the whiskey this time. "I just am worried. If it is true what you have told me a moment ago about the boy's neglect, then he has been through enough. As has been you. Neither of you need a failed relationship."

"Do not worry about me, woman!" Snape growled darkly at her, pointing the forefinger of the hand he held the tumbler with at her. "And concerning your lion, I surely won't hurt him! He is mine! I just wanted to inform you that I will keep him in my quarters for the time being, that as the resident Potions Master I excuse him from classes for a few days and that Weasley has beaten him up pretty well last night."

"Well, then be it." Minerva sighed again. "And concerning Mr. Weasley's action, be assured, I will have a word with him."

"Do not bother yourself with this either." Snape huffed at the woman. "Potter is my submissive and I will have – a word – with Weasley myself."

"Please, don't kill him, Severus." The head of Gryffindor begged him.

"Don't worry, woman!" Snape sneered. "I won't cut him into potions ingredients. He would ruin each potion by being an ingredient. And surely I won't use him as a test object for a new invented potion either as I do not have one that would be unpleasant enough. But no one beats my brat without being punished by me."

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"Sit." He ordered, pressing the boy down onto the chair he had been sitting in the evening before. "You will stay down here for at least next week and you won't have classes during this time either. We will have to discuss your eating habits and I want to overlook you during your next few meals until I can be sure that you are ready to take your meals in the great hall alone."

"Uhm … I'm sixteen, sir." His brat had the nerve to give contradiction. "I am capable of … sorry, sir." Of course the teenager's eyes at once dropped to the stony floor and Snape reached over to place his fingertips under Harry's chin and to lift the boy's head so he had to look at him.

"First, Harry, I want you to look at me when we talk. You have to learn that we are emancipated partners. It might be normal that in a relationship such as ours the senior partner has the last word about important decisions as a young man such as yourself surely won't be able to consider all the details in some situations, but that does not mean you are less worth than I am. You have the same rights and what you have to say has the same importance than what I have to say. You are as important a person as I am. And thus, you have the same stand as I have. Remember that, Harry, and act like it."

"You …" Harry began, swallowing dryly. "You mean … you want … to continue this?"

"Why ever not?" Snape asked, lifting his eyebrow.

"Because …" Again Harry's gaze dropped to his hands he held in his lap and that – out of some strange reason – were back to be tangled in this complicated knot again. "Because you now know that … that I'm just a freak. That I'm …"

"Do not even start it, Harry." Snape growled darkly. "Continue to insult my companion – and you will end up scrubbing cauldrons for the rest of this school year."

"But …"

"There are not buts, Mr. Potter." The older wizard hissed angrily, leaning closer. "First, you may be right in one point. I might not have foreseen nor planned to get into a relationship with a teenager that is ill and in need of being patched up in the first place. But as it is, we do have to get you patched up and believe me, I do not mind. It is not your fault and we will deal with it. Second, I have a fairly well idea as to who exactly planted such stupid insults into this thick head of yours, but your relatives lied."

He leaned back and turned to the counter, taking a plate with toast and bringing it to the table before he continued. "You do have some brain in that thick skull of yours, our conversations over the past days proved that. You are a handsome young man, even if you do not see this. And you have a kind heart, even if I – up to now – have not seen it during the past years. Do not insult yourself with lies your relatives planted in your head. They are not worth it."

His brat only nodded, still not looking at him and the Potions Master shook his head, turning back to the counter and took a plate of scrambled eggs and sausages, brought this one too to the table.

"And now eat your breakfast." He growled. "You do not have to finish all that is laid out but you will not get off this table before you did not eat at least more than the past days either.

Harry looked unsurely at the buttered toast, the crumbled eggs, the cereals and the fruits on the table and then unsurely back at the Potions Master. What if he wouldn't be able to stomach it? He'd never had breakfast. And surely he had never had so much so soon after he had gotten back to school from the Dursleys. What if he wouldn't be able to stomach it? What if he would be ill in front of Snape? What if he would be ill in front of Severus?

The older wizard lifted his eyebrow at him, a vial twirling between his fingers before he placed the small glass container in front of Harry.

"I suggest you take a stomach soothing potion first." The man implied with his raised eyebrow. "This way you will be able enjoying whatever you want without feeling sick and your stomach can get used to eat a real meal instead of – nibbling on a piece of toast."

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During breakfast Snape watched Harry close while they talked and he was pleased to see that the teenager ate slowly but enough for his liking so he didn't press him further when Harry finally leaned back, his right hand placed above his stomach as if he felt uncomfortable.

The Potions Master knew that he surely wasn't ill, as he had given him the potion beforehand, that he just wasn't used to having a full stomach in the first place.

"Now, Harry. I want you to eat as much as you did right now during breakfast, during lunch and during dinner for the next few days." He said, leading the teenager towards the living room. "And I want you to eat a smaller amount of fruits between those meals."

"I won't be able to eat such an amount three times a day!" Harry protested, but Snape shook his head.

"I know." The older wizard said. "But I want you to at least give it a try. You might never have given it a thought, whatever reason for, but I can tell you the reason you lost consciousness yesterday evening was because of lack of food. And I guess that it was the same reason whenever you lost consciousness during the summer break and you living with your wretched relatives. They didn't provide you with enough food, if any at all. Correct me if I am wrong, Harry, but I begin to fear that the little you had, you had to sneak out."

Harry said nothing to that, he didn't even nod, nor did he shake his head. He just looked aside and Snape knew immediately that he was right. "However." He continued. "I want you to know that, should you – against your own believes – get hungry between, then you may get whatever you want from the kitchen."

Harry looked at Snape in pure shock. The man surely wasn't serious. How would he be able to stomach anything between the five – yes, five, not three, but five – meals, he was condemned to? And surely he wouldn't be able to get anything he wanted from the older wizard's kitchen! What if there was something that the Professor needed for himself? What if there was something the Potions Master needed for Potions? What if there was something Snape – Severus, damn! – was saving for special events?

No, it definitely was better to keep his fingers off Severus' things.

As if sensing Harry's unease Snape lifted his eyebrow and pierced the teenager with his dark eyes.

"Harry." He said and his voice sounded serious. "Not only are you a student of mine. You also are a person that has become very important to me. Not to mention the little fact that you are the junior partner in a relationship with me and it lies in my responsibility to care for you – and for your needs. I surely won't deny you elementary things like food."

"I know you wouldn't do that." Harry said with a hint of defiance in his voice.

"I am not really sure that you do." Snape still pierced the teenager with his dark eyes while he grabbed the boy's upper arm, stopping him in his steps. "You seemed to get lost for a bit last night after a nightmare, and you said something that made me think that perhaps you thought you were back with your relatives."

"Uhm …" Harry made, his eyes back down at his hands. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to."

"I do know that you did not mean to, Harry." Snape said and he had to suppress a heavy sigh. He didn't want to do this, but he knew that it was important and he knew that he had to address Harry with what he'd had to deal with during the last night. The boy needed to acknowledge those things. "And surely there is no need to apologize for that either. Nevertheless you did get lost and I wonder if the word 'cupboard' together with a whispered 'hungry', your annoying habit of apologizing, and the name of your uncle does mean anything to you?"

This time he got a reaction from the brat, even if it was not one he overly liked. The teenager bent forwards and placed his face into his hands, groaning with frustration and then was shaking his head.

That couldn't be. That surely wasn't happening. That surely had not happened.

He had not had one of those nightmares during which he begged his uncle to give him something to eat or to let him out of the cupboard.

He surely hadn't. And he surely had not forgotten to cast a silencing spell either.

Wasn't it enough that he had fainted in Snape's quarters? In his presence? And wasn't it enough that Snape had had to carry him to bed?

No. As it seemed, it wasn't enough, he had to had Snape witnessing one of his nightmares too, one in which he begged, not to mention. Shaking his head again in pure frustration he did the only thing he could think of – he apologized.

"There is no need to apologize, Harry, and I do not wish you doing so for things that are not your fault." Snape growled darkly. "And having a nightmare definitely is not your fault."

"No, but I should have set up a silencing spell." Harry whispered, his eyes on his hands. He didn't want to talk about all those times he had spent in the cupboard. And he didn't want to talk about the nightmares either. And he didn't want to talk about the Dursleys at all. "I just forgot …"

"I beg your pardon?" Snape growled darkly, interrupting the teenager, his voice sounding dangerously low and his dark eyes blazed dangerously too as he interrupted the boy. Surely he had not heard the brat correctly murmuring something about silencing spells. "What did you just say, Mr. Potter?" He asked. "You surely did not mention silencing spells because of you having nightmares?"

"Uhm …" Came the unsure reply and the brat looked not only scared by his sudden anger but unsure as well. This time the 'uhm' was more a question than a statement.

"Well?" Snape asked, his growl still dark and his eyebrow raised at him, the dark eyes piercing him.

"I just forgot them, sir?" Harry asked, not sure what the older wizard meant or what he wanted to hear from him.

"Why, pray tell, Mr. Potter, would you set up silencing spells?" Snape wanted to know, his voice still dangerously low.

"Well …" Harry squirmed. "So I don't disturb everyone?"

"Correct me, if I am wrong, Mr. Potter." Snape growled, just slowly calming down. "I guess you did this before? Placing silencing spells around your bed in order to 'not disturb everyone' as you put it?"

The boy only nodded. Well, it not only meant that Harry had those nightmares quite often if he was used to doing so, but it also meant that he'd never had someone who really cared as there never had been someone who got him awake when having a nightmare. On the contrary. He guessed that people rather had scolded him for having nightmares, otherwise the boy would not have begun to cast those spells in the first place.

What would explain this damn need to apologize during every sentence the brat felt.

"If I ever learn that you cast silencing spells while you are down here, Mr. Potter, in order to prevent me from getting – 'disturbed' – then I can promise you, you will have to deal with a rather very angry Potions Master." He growled. "If you have a nightmare, then I want to know it so I can get you out of it what won't be possible if you cast silencing spells. I hope I did myself very clear, Mr. Potter." He said, finally calm enough so he could take a deep breath and add a calm "and don't apologize" after the boy nodded and then opened his mouth in order to apologize yet again.

"Good." He growled. "And now to the cupboard."

The look in Snape's dark eyes was so intense and completely unreadable, Harry couldn't help but swallow heavily. The man definitely wanted an answer and he better didn't lie to him.

"It is my room." He finally murmured, slightly bending forwards and folding his arms around his stomach. He could feel his forehead pounding with the upcoming headache he got. "They lock me in there and it's dark and stuffy and I can't breathe in there. And I can't get out either unless they let me out."

Snape watched the teen in front of him and his eyes grew even darker. The boy ran a trembling hand over his face and he clearly could see that Harry was embarrassed by telling him this.

"I … I know I'm just stupid." The brat continued. "It's just a cupboard, nothing to be afraid of. And they never locked me in there long enough for me to die. So … it's not a big deal."

"There are a lot of things in your opinion that are – 'not a big deal', Mr. Potter." Snape seethed, startling the teenager in front of him and he forced himself to get calm again, to not leaning closer again or pace in front of the fireplace while he felt pure rage creeping through him. He really would have to have a word with the Dursleys, and soon.

"Locking a child into a cupboard is an abominable thing to do in the first place, Mr. Potter, just in case you do not know this. And to do so until said child is hungry or can't breath makes it just the more a crime. And honestly, Harry, you are not 'stupid' being afraid of this place as from what I learned of your relatives up to now, it might not have been beyond them to leave you in there to die. You have every right to be afraid. You are not silly because of it and I want you to acknowledge this little fact."

The boy in front of him just nodded, still not daring to look at him and the only thing Snape could do was to give a heavy sigh away.

"Is there anything else I should know about those obnoxious relatives of yours?" He asked. "Even if it is 'not a big deal' as you so eloquently put it." He added when Potter just shook his head and again the headshake came.

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"Are you alright, Harry?" Snape asked, his voice filled with warmth he was not used from the man. "I practically can feel your heart beating."

Harry wasn't even able to really describe how exactly he felt under the man's longing and possessive gaze and he simply gave a short nod away, his head lowered and uncomfortably squirming before he felt the older wizard's hand under his chin that pulled his head up gently so he had to look at him.

"You do know that your squirming is quite satisfying?" Snape asked, lifting his eyebrow at him.

"My squir … ming, sir?" The teenager asked back, swallowing heavily and Snape nearly chuckled, taking a step closer when he noticed the blush that colored the otherwise pale cheeks and he lifted his eyebrow at the teen.

"Indeed." He smirked. "Your squirming. I do enjoy making people squirm. And honestly, I easily could get used to making you squirm all the time as your squirming is quite – as I said – satisfying."

The teen took a step backwards, gulping, his blush even deepening, causing Snape to enjoy the situation just the more and he could feel the excitement the brat began to feel as well. Which was to be understood, he had to admit and he took another slow step towards the teen, forcing him backwards, towards the wall step by step.

Slowly he took his brat's wrists and lifted the thin arms above the brat's head, pinning them against the wall and he leaned closer again, piercing the teen with his dark eyes, inhaling the youth's scent and enjoying the blush and the much too heavy breathing from his brat. From his brat. His!

He covered the teen's neck with experimental kisses, gentle but rough at the same time, searching for that one spot that would make the brat whimper and his grip on the smaller wrists tightened while he forced his own body to keep his space to the teenager for now, not wanting to frighten him.

Harry's eyes never left Snape's as the man slowly backed him up against the wall, coming closer and closer and slightly pressing his body against his, grabbing his wrists gently but firmly and holding them above his head, pressing them against the wall in his back. He felt a weird feeling in his stomach, or below there, he wasn't entirely sure and right now he didn't even mind.

And neither did he mind that he could feel himself blushing furiously, that he had trouble breathing regularly, and he actually had to grit his teeth when Snape began to cover his neck with kisses in order to keep from making a sound. Never before had he felt such a thing, not even when he had kissed Cho last year and he closed his eyes, trying not to think what exactly his groin felt like, trying to ignore the more than pleasant squirming of his lower insides.

The Potions Master finally found the spot he had been searching for, noticing the teen he had in front of him inhaling sharply and almost growling he bit into the fleshy part between Harry's shoulder and neck, causing the younger wizard to hitch another breath, to squirm and after holding the skin between his teeth for a moment Snape released it and licked over the marks his teeth had left.

He felt himself growing hard and he had to restrain himself from pressing his body against the teen's one, knowing that he had to be slow if he didn't want to startle his brat.

"If at any time you want me to stop, you just have to say so and I will do so." He whispered, looking down into unsure but clouded green eyes before he again leaned down and placed a kiss at Harry's lips as if he had read Harry's mind, softly at first, but then more forcefully, demanding his brat to part his lips, demanding entrance with his tongue.

The teen shivered for a moment, moaning softly before he obeyed and parted his mouth and Snape took the invitation and bit the brat's bottom lip before probing his tongue into the warm cavern, his tongue caressing his brat's teeth sensually at first before he immerged deeper in his exploration.

He could tell that the boy was inexperienced in this as he didn't know how to put his lips and his tongue was moving in an awkward way while his eyes fluttered close when their kiss deepened and grew more passionate by the second while Snape tried to allow the boy to get used to the feeling.

When it became hard for them to breathe, he pulled back and watched Harry gasping for air, breathing hastily, deeply, his lips red and swollen, still slightly parted.

"I … I'm … I never before …" The boy croaked, his green eyes looking up at him unsurely.

"I know." Snape quietly said, leaning down again. "What is the exact reason as to why I am not going to touch you in any other way than what I am doing right now." He whispered, leaning closer and placing another kiss at the boy's lips, again forcing them apart and demanding entrance.

"'k." Harry hitched another breath, realizing that really the only parts of Snape touching him were his lips and his tongue and that the man's hands only touched his wrists he still held against the wall above his head in a firm and secure grip and he accepted the second kiss the man deepened yet again.

He shivered once more, softly moaning, and experimentally he thrust his tongue forward, causing Snape to growl at him in disapproval and he soon realized that he wasn't the one meant to dominate the kiss. One low growl from Snape immediately reminded him of his place, made him retreat with his own tongue, and simply allowed the older man to dominate him.

Severus Snape, Potions Master, thirty-six years old and always a dominant man when it came to sex, never mind with whom, had been unsure at first, maybe as unsure as the brat himself had been, not knowing how the teenager would react, not knowing if the teenager would reject him and not knowing if he would startle the brat. And after the boy's desperate attempts to make no sound he nearly had been about to stop his actions, feeling frustration rising in his chest, frustration at himself and frustration at the rejection he thought would take place.

But then he had felt the boy hitching a breath and he had felt him shivering with excitement, and he had known he had him where he had wanted him. The brat was aroused, he didn't even need the connection between the pendant and the ring to know this little fact and he had smirked before continuing with his ministrations.

Well, as it seemed, he was not too old to get a teenage wizard aroused and – like he now easily could feel – hard.

And the kiss too had been more than pleasant. The brat even had tried to dominate it during one point, much to his amusement, what he however soon had stopped by simply growling at him, inwardly smirking at the fact that he had not lost his touch with the brat.

He gazed down at Harry, still holding the smaller hands above the teenager's head against the wall, thus still restraining the boy who did not seem to mind it – despite the fact that he had been so afraid at the thought of being restrained during their conversations the past few days and he smirked inwardly once more. Yes, the boy was about to learn and he knew, the boy soon would get used to this.

He felt the pressure underneath his hands that still held the boy's wrists when the brat tiptoed and tried to reach upwards to place a kiss onto his lips by his own and for a short moment he lowered his head to allow a small peck before he retreated again, gazing down into the teen's face who still tried to reach him.

He simply waited until the boy gave in, in his attempts, and then he lowered his own head down to demand another kiss by his own. He repeated this each time Harry tried to initiate a kiss by his own, each time pulling back when Harry was too pushy, thus teaching him to wait expectantly and after a while the brat knew to just await the sensual exploration of the older wizard's tongue.

He leaned in and once more covered the boy's neck with rather rough kisses, nibbling at the sensitive skin, bearing his teeth into the boy's earlobes and nibbling at them, before he finally withdrew a complete step, pulling his brat with him, away from the wall and enfolding the smaller body of his submissive into his arms, his left hand resting calmly on the boy's neck while his right absent mindedly caressed the bony spine.

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He had ordered Harry to take a nap after lunch, knowing that the teen was tired, even if he tried to fight the tiredness, not wanting to admit to him that he had slept twice during the day back in his tower.

It had been a rather easy task getting the boy to sleep at the large and comfortable sofa, telling him that he already knew about how tired he was, about his sleeping pattern and that he wanted him to sleep if he was tired. He was down here to rest and to recover. And thus, the brat now lay on the sofa and slept.

So he now took the liberty of finally doing what he had wanted to do since Harry had come down last night and after one last glance at his sleeping brat he left his quarters and went towards his office where he called one of the house elves to order Weasley down here, inwardly smirking at the thought of what he could do to the boy.

And those thoughts went from simply giving Weasley detention for the rest of his miserable life over actually hurting him bodily and finally up to killing him. Regrettably all three possibilities were not realizable. But alone the thought of them made him smirk in satisfaction. What he had in mind instead, was enough to punish Weasley and he would not even have to sacrifice time as he easily could grade his essays during Weasley's detentions and once again he thought at his brat whom he had left behind on his sofa, sleeping.

Flashback

"You really told Professor McGonagall about us?" Harry asked, suppressing a yawn, and Severus couldn't help shaking his head.

"If my memory serves me right, and I am quite sure it does, then I told you yesterday evening that I would do just that, brat." He answered, lifting his eyebrow at the teen. "But as it seems, your memory does not serve you right, as I told you this morning that I indeed had informed your head of house of our relationship."

"And what did she say?" Harry wanted to know, ignoring the fact that he teased him – yet again – and Snape easily could see what was going through the boy's head.

Well, a few days ago Harry would have been angry at him. But now? He seemed to know that Snape just teased him, that he did not want to really hurt him with his sarcastic remarks and the brat seemed to wonder if it always had been this way, if he always had just teased him and if he simply never had seen it. Seemed to wonder if he had interpreted more into his words than there actually had been.

He surely wouldn't tell him otherwise, not yet at least. The trust his brat showed towards him was simply too fragile right now and the delicate subject of the history that had been between them wouldn't help matters right now.

"Well, I told you it is quite common and nothing would happen." Snape said, watching the boy close that seemed to be far away with his thoughts for a moment. "What should she have said? She accepted it."

"She did?" Harry asked, blinking at him in near shock. "Just like this?"

"Well, she actually needed a second glass of her Scottish whiskey to stomach the news, but yes, she did."

"Her Scottish whiskey?" Harry asked, now really shocked. "Professor McGonagall?"

"You seem to have problems hearing correctly today, Mr. Potter." Snape shook his head. "Maybe I should get you into a bath and wash your ears before you go to bed."

"Uhm …" Harry made, blushing furiously again at the reminder of his nibbling teeth on his ears earlier.

"How eloquent, Mr. Potter." He drawled, his eyebrow lifted in his typical Snape-manner.

"Well …" Harry tried again to give an answer, without success.

"Maybe you simply want to lay down on the sofa and have a nap? As you seem unable to articulate in your overtired state?"

"I'm not tired!" Harry protested and he lifted his eyebrow.

"You look ready to drop, Potter." He growled darkly.

"I'm not a baby." The teen protested again. "I don't need a nap."

"For your information, Potter, considering that you have had the folds of your pillow all over your face before attending your afternoon classes as well as before attending dinner in the great hall – I do know that you have slept during lunchtime and before dinner each day." Snape said in his teacher mode, his stern voice not allowing any contradictions. "And considering the state you are in, it is no wonder. Your body does not only need food but rest and sleep as well. You are here to recover in the first place. And now you either go to bed for an hour or two or you lay onto the sofa. Either way, the choice is yours."

End flashback

Well, the brat had chosen the sofa and Snape hadn't had to wait long until Harry's breathing had evened out and the boy had fallen asleep. And watching him for a few more minutes, he had wondered how much sleep the brat had missed at the Dursleys. The boy definitely was exhausted. And deeply so.

He would find out more, he promised to himself. And he would do whatever it would take to help his brat to recover. And not only physically.

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To be continued

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