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Wrong time, right place	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 83477 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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I felt so guilty that I couldn’t leave it there.

“Harry, wake up!” Ron’s annoyed tones piercing Harry’s skull.

He rolled over, drawing the blankets further over his head. Desperately trying to block out Ron’s voice. It increased in volume, annoyance clear but tempered with concern. Harry flinched when a kind hand touched him. He pulled away from the gentle touch, sinking deeper into the cocoon he had created for himself.

“Look mate, tell me what’s wrong,” Ron’s voice cracked with emotion, “You haven’t got out of bed for days.”

It had been five days to be exact, three days since Harry had his heart torn out and stomped on by Severus Snape. The wound raw and filled with pain. Harry’s body physically aching with the despair he felt. The only thought in his mind was to sleep and forget.

The sleep was fraught with dreams, clouded with memories of what had been and fantasies of what could have been. Fevered desires invading his mind. The power he had felt when in control and how easily he gave into that desire.

I’m a freak

No wonder he doesn’t want me

The last thought tearing a new flood of tears from him. His face blotchy and eyes bloodshot. He hid his face from Ron’s prying eyes.

“Just leave me alone.” wincing at the shaking evident in his voice.

“Harry, please.. Is it you know who?” Ron whispered the last three words as if afraid he would appear.

Harry felt an hysterical laugh bubbling in his chest. If only it was just that. Voldemort he could handle.

“Please Ron, just go.” The pleading tone must have done the trick, he felt the weight of Ron sitting on his bed lift and footsteps walk away. He sighed, the despair crashing over him. His body shaking with the tears that poured from him, unable to stop. He gradually succumbed to sleep and drifted into a fitful dream.

Voldemort stood over a bloody body. Harry found himself standing just to the side of Voldemort, close enough to touch. With a sly, beguiling smile Voldemort turned to Harry, his red eyes fixed on him.

“Here is your reward.” he hissed.

Harry horrified as he realized the body at his feet was a bloody and beaten Severus. A cool hand wrapped around his shoulders in a fatherly way, making his skin crawl. Voldemort sensing Harry’s unease merely laughed and tightened the hug. His mouth close to Harry’s ear, whispering things that should sicken him but strangely Harry found his cock responding to the hissed words.

“He’s yours,” the tone rushed and breathy in his ear, “ Yours to control, to hurt, to master, to fuck.” Voldemort flicked his tongue along the shell of Harry’s ear on the last word. Harry moaned, instantly clamping his mouth shut to cut off the sound. The heat rising on his skin, his pulse racing.

“Yesssss thatsss it.. Give in to those urgessss” the snakelike quality of Voldemort’s voice becoming more prominent as he became excited. Harry shrugged his hand off and walked towards the weakly moving Severus.

Black eyes looked up to him, pain etched on his bruised face, flecks of blood across his cheeks. Surprised at seeing Harry, the relief was clear as he relaxed. His relieved gaze fixed on Harry, the reassured look quickly replaced as Harry kicked his thighs apart. Hurt and pain now in his eyes, Severus began to struggle. The laughter from the Dark Lord echoing throughout the chamber. Harry found himself basking in the feeling of power over Severus. Cock straining to be free, he lowered himself to kneel between his thighs.

Severus panicking tried to kick, his body too weak, the blows were ineffective. Harry laughed, briefly shocked at the snake like quality now in his voice. Voldemort speaking to him, words spurring him on.

“That’s it, take him, he’s yours.”

Harry wrapped his fingers around Severus’ throat feeling the rapid pulse beneath his fingertips. This time Severus reached up to claw at his arms, desperate for him to let go. Harry so consumed by desire felt none of the scratches that began to adorn his arms. Fingers tightening, revelling in the gurgling noise trying to escape from Severus’ lips. The pressure increased minutely, the breath stuck in Severus’ mouth. A wheezing noise rattling from his chest. Severus lips began to turn blue, but Harry could not let go. Whispering a spell, leaving himself and Severus naked. He loosened his fingers just enough for Severus to take a raspy breath, body shaking as he struggled to fill his lungs.

“Your mine!” Harry screamed in his face. Severus looked up at him, eyes wide and frightened. Severus screamed as Harry thrust himself deep inside his unprepared channel.

Harry woke up screaming, lungs struggling to breath. Heart beating so fast in his chest. He sat up, leaned over the side of the bed and vomited. Promptly lapsing into unconsciousness.

When he awoke again, Ron was sitting at the end of his bed staring at him. Looking tired and concerned. Harry fought the urge to hide and sat up in bed. His mind reeling from the dream. The feeling of horror and disgust at himself nearly making him throw up again.

“What’s happening to you?” Ron’s quiet tone showing Harry how worried he was. Harry couldn’t speak, how could he explain that he wanted Severus. That his heart was crying out to be with him so much that becoming Voldemort’s right hand man looked appealing at the moment. That he was prepared to sacrifice everyone if Severus was the payment. His heart began to beat erratically, struggling to breath. Ron paled as Harry started to hyperventilate.

“HARRY! HARRY!” panic evident as he rushed to help him. Harry felt the room spin and his vision began to grey around the edges. His lungs tightening as he fought to breathe. The darkness calling him, he felt it wash over him and then he felt nothing.

Hushed voices slowly penetrated his mind. Harry resisted the urge to move and inform the people that he had awoken. Judging by the feel of familiar sheets and the antiseptic smell in the room, he was in the infirmary. He strained to hear the voices just to the right of him.

“That stupid, stupid boy.” emotion in the voice caused Harry’s heart to race.

Severus!

“No more stupid than you, my dear boy.” Dumbledore’s calm even tone relaxing Harry. The thought suddenly invading his mind.

Wait.. Does he know?

Harry nearly smiled at the annoyed huff that answered Dumbledore’s statement. The scent of Severus drifted towards him, sandalwood and bergamot. Harry resisted the urge to take a huge lungful of the man, instead keeping his breathing even and shallow hoping to give the impression of sleep.

“Why did you hurt the boy so much?” Dumbledore questioned gently, obviously not wanting to wake Harry. Harry stopped breathing for a second, his heart fluttering. Having the forethought to breath again before they noticed.

It seemed at first that the question would not be answered. Harry could imagine the look of disbelief and indignation that would no doubt be marring Severus’ face at this moment. He heard a shaky, resigned breath as Severus spoke in quiet tones.

“This is madness.. How can believe that I of all people will be good for the boy?” Severus seemed agitated and Harry could hear the tell tale footsteps of him pacing back and forth.

“He’s no longer a boy,” Severus went to interrupt and was shushed, “He’s already experienced so much, he’s so like you.”

Harry heard the rustling of robes and a small defeated sigh, cracking his one eye open to be greeted by the sight of Dumbledore holding the potion master in his arms. Harry’s body fighting to wrap his arms around him too, despairing at Severus obvious emotional turmoil.

He does want me!

The thought filling his body with elation. He scrunched his eyes shut as the men broke apart. Trying to calm his racing heart, forcing his muscles to relax. Eager to hear the two men’s confessional conversation.

“You should fire me.” Severus tone flat and devoid of feeling.

As if sensing that he was losing the potion master to whatever melancholy was affecting him. Dumbledore took a deep breath and asked the question that Harry had longed to ask.

“Do you have any feelings for him?”

Harry heard no reply and felt his heart ache.

“Then why are you torturing yourself?” Dumbledore continuing his conversation as if he had received an answer.

Just at that moment, Madame Pomfrey entered where the two men were standing.

“Gentleman, what are you both doing here?” she asked in hushed but frustrated tones.

“Simply enquiring on the health of Harry, My dear lady” Dumbledore’s charm appeared to do the trick. Harry swore he could hear the flirtation in Madame Pomfrey’s answers.

“Well, basically lack of food and some sort of stress caused a good old fashioned panic attack.” he heard the sighs of relief from the two men. Severus was the first to speak, his voice curious.

“Did any of his friends give an indication to what may have caused such a reaction?”

He’s worried I’ve told them.

Maybe I should.. that’s a good idea.. I could announce it at breakfast in the great hall.

Imagine Malfoy’s face as I shout ‘ I fucked Severus up the arse and he loved every minute of it’

A small smile crept onto his face. He nearly jumped when Dumbledore announced.

“Ahh Harry, my boy, back in the land of the living.” the twinkle usually in his eyes was apparent in his voice.

Harry opened his reluctant eyes to find a cool obsidian stare looking back at him. Offering a tired smile as he sat up in the bed. Madame Pomfrey fussing around him, lecturing about taking care of himself. Harry heard none of words she said. His gaze focused on the potion master, whose own eyes seemed incapable of breaking the contact between them.

“Well, Madame,” Dumbledore charm cranked up a notch, “ I’m sure Harry won’t be doing anything like that again, maybe you would like to escort me to dinner?” Madame Pomfrey’s girlish laughter drifting through the room as she followed him.

The two men sat staring at each other. The silence deafening in its intensity. Harry laboured to think of how to put his feeling into words. The expression on Severus’ face gave Harry the feeling that he felt the same.

Severus broke the silence, getting up from the chair at the end of Harry’s bed. His voice curt and detached.

“Well. I’m glad to see you have recovered Mr Potter, I shall leave you to recuperate.”

Harry felt the words bristling over him, his nerves suddenly on edge. The anger bubbling just below the surface. His actions fuelled by that anger and an instinct to take what was his.

“NO!” Harry lunged, surprising the man. Severus fell back on to the floor with a loud thud. Harry found himself standing over him, his skin goose pumped as flashes of the dream thundered through his mind. Severus lying at his feet, his fingers touching him, wanting to hurt him.

Harry fell to his knees, finding himself positioned between Severus’ spread legs. A stunned and dazed expression on the man’s face. Harry gently brushed a lock of ebony hair off Severus’ face. The dark eyes sparking briefly with fire, then a look of panic.

“Don’t.” Harry spoke, hoping his gentle tone would relax the man.

Leaning over the potion master, Harry brushed his lips lightly over his. The effect was immediately, Severus let out a agonised moan and pulled Harry to him. Their bodies crushed together as the devoured each other in a heart stopping kiss. The noise of their tongues lapping and sliding alongside filling the room.

“Please don’t say its wrong.” Harry pleaded with a breathless voice as they broke apart for air.

Severus looked tense for a moment, sadness filling his eyes. Harry panicking that he would push him away, relieved when Severus kissed his brow in a tender gesture.

“I’m sorry.”

Harry crushed his lips to his, the kiss becoming deep and passionate. Harry’s pyjama bottoms rubbing up against his firming length. Unable to stop himself from rutting against the man beneath him, smiling as he felt an answering hardness. Severus scrambled to pull Harry’s top off, his fingers appearing to be desperate to touch his skin. Harry reached down and frantically undid the buttons on Severus’ robe. Frustrated when he saw the buttoned white shirt underneath, surprising even himself when he tore the shirt open. Severus gasped, kissing him harder, his cock twitching with excitement next to Harry’s.

Potion stained agile fingers pushed Harry’s pyjama’s down. Harry moaned as his cock sprang free. The cool air feeling heavenly on his heated shaft. The rough material of Severus’ trousers dragging another moan as he fumbled with buttons keeping him from his prize. Rewarded when the last button slipped free, Severus’ rigid cock leapt from its confines. Joint groans and gasps of pleasure as they brushed up along each other, the clear drops of pre-cum slicking the way.

Suddenly. Harry was pushed back, Severus hissing with pain. Harry bewildered for a moment, concerned that he had hurt him. Realisation freezing his blood and stalling his heart. Severus was clutching his forearm.

“The Dark Lord is calling.”
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