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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
- 10
- 11
- 12
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

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.

I just wanted to ask

Chapter eleven

First touches

They sat in the living area again, both wizards a cup of tea in their hands, the younger one looking unsurely at the older one who had a thoughtful look in his dark eyes and the older one wondering what it was that his submissive wanted to tell him – or ask.

And Snape was sure that Potter wanted to tell – or ask – him something, the obnoxious Gryffindor looked just too unsure and guilty for his liking. For a moment he wondered if he simply should ask him, but then he dismissed the thought. The brat had to learn that he had to address things by his own.

But on the other hand, maybe the boy never would do so, whatever reason for. The incident with Weasley really showed that the boy not even asked for help after he had been beaten up rather badly by his own classmate. Huffing and shaking his head he remembered the conversation he'd had with Weasley the day before.

Flashback

He was sitting in his office, waiting for the red haired Gryffindor named Weasley who had attacked his submissive just because he was in a relationship with someone the same gender. Weasley should accept his friend's preferences instead of judging him. At least he should do so if he really called himself a friend.

The soft knock on his office door made him looking up and after his short "enter" the door opened and Weasley stepped into the room, looking quite curious, not knowing what he might have done to be called down to the Potions Master's office.

"Sit!" Snape growled darkly, pointing at the chair in front of his desk before he turned back towards the papers he was grading. He knew from his own experiences as a student that waiting for a punishment was worse than every punishment a teacher could come up with itself and he quite enjoyed the fear he inflicted upon the youngest Weasley by letting him wait.

He waited a few more minutes, just continuing to grade the essay he had in front of him before he finally placed the parchment and his quill aside and glared darkly at the boy.

"It has come to my attention, Mr. Weasley, that you have begun showing rather violent tendencies towards your own classmates." He simply started, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms in front of his chest, his dark eyes piercing the teenager that squirmed on his chair.

"Uhm … well …"

"I would prefer it if you would use the English language in a way that actually is to be understood, if this ability is yours to own, that is."

"Well, we just had a row, sir." Weasley finally said, blushing as red as was his hair.

"A row, Mr. Weasley." Snape snarled darkly while he got to his feet and rounded his desk, leaned against the dark wood. "Considering that I actually have seen the damage you inflicted on Mr. Potter, I can assure you, it has not – only – been – a simple – row. So, kindly explain yourself."

"I don't understand, sir." Weasley said, causing him to nearly seethe in anger. "What is it to you? Potter and I are Gryffindors and you are the head of Slytherin."

"Exactly." Snape snapped at the teenager. "And no Slytherin would go against their own, Weasley. You dare to judge the Slytherins, but you do the worst crime and go against your own, you attack and you hurt your own. And not only a fellow student of your own house, but your own friend no less. So I ask you again to explain yourself!"

"Well, I still don't see what it's to you. Professor McGonagall is head of Gryffindor and Potter and I are both Gryffindors."

"I would be a bit more thoughtful with your answers if I were you, Weasley." Snape leaned closer, both his hands resting on the armrests of the chair Weasley was sitting in and currently pressing his back into the backrest of the furniture. "It might be that you find yourself in quite more trouble than you already are in. And now answer my question!"

"Well, Potter's just disgusting and I just don't want to be his friend anymore." Weasley finally answered. "It's my own business whom I befriend and whom not."

"And pray tell, Mr. Weasley, what has Mr. Potter done to warrant your abandonment of his friendship?" Snape asked with a deathly glare at the teen before he leaned back onto the desk again, his arms folded in front of his chest.

But no answer came.

"Well, Mr. Weasley, let me assure you, I already do know what has been the reason for your … display of gracious behavior you have bestowed upon Mr. Potter."

Again Weasley gave no answer.

"Mr. Potter entered a relationship with another male, a relationship in which he has overtaken the submissive part and thus belongs to a Master as you quite correctly noticed upon seeing the pendant Mr. Potter wore." He said, barely controlling his anger. "You do not seem to know however what exactly this little fact means."

"Well, it means that he has made himself a slave to another boy to be beaten and to be taken and raped, and as he has done so by free will, it means that he likes to be handled like that." Weasley said, his face showing his disgust.

"First, Mr. Weasley." Snape snarled in anger. "Even if Mr. Potter had chosen such a relationship, then it would be none of your business and it surely would not give you the right to beat him for such. Your display of manners has been even worse than what you accuse Mr. Potter or his partner of. Second, your education in pure blood standards lacks a bit of information what however is no news to me as you refuse to learn even that which you would need for your future education. So why should you bother with learning anything more than you actually would have to."

He sneered for a moment, still glaring at the stupid boy.

"And finally, Mr. Weasley." He then continued. "If you had leaned anything about pureblood standards correctly, then you would have known that Mr. Potter is in an educational relationship, which is a quite honorable one for both participants, for the submissive part as well as for the dominating part. The dominating part never would hurt his submissive and the dominating part takes over in teaching his submissive every aspects of life. It is a relationship that is accepted all over the wizarding world."

"But … but that would mean that Potter is in a relationship with someone much older than him." Weasley choked out, sounding shocked.

"Indeed." Snape growled darkly.

"But … but it has to be a Slytherin!" Weasley again choked out, his face going pale. "As only the Slytherins use such relationships and pure blood crap."

"Indeed." Snape growled again. "It is a Slytherin. Even if you should recognize that not only the Slytherin pure bloods partake in educational relationships but that other houses has pure blood wizards and witches as well who form such old and traditional bonds."

"But … but that would mean …" Weasley stuttered, going even more pale. "Wait a moment. Potter isn't in a relationship with one of your Slytherins, but with you!"

"Indeed." Snape growled a third time. "Be assured however, even if you only would have hurt the submissive of one of my Slytherins, you would be in quite some trouble. As you however have hurt my submissive, you are in quite a lot of trouble, Mr. Weasley."

Giving a satisfied smirk away he watched the youngest Weasley gulping nervously.

"Have you ever heard of the Norwegian fire salamander?" He asked, lifting his eyebrow upon Weasley's head-shake. Of course Weasley never had, what had been the reason as to why he had not made it into his NEWT potions class. Well, the red head wouldn't be free of potions this year, as it seemed.

"Then consider yourself luckily that you will learn about those animals during your detentions for the next two weeks until I have other pleasant potions ingredient I need to be prepared." He sneered. "Be assured however, that you will find yourself down here for the remainder of the year. Tuesdays and Thursdays, at seven o'clock sharp."

"But there is Quidditch training on Tuesday evenings." Weasley gasped.

"I do hope that you are not stupid enough to consider me changing the schedule for your detentions, Mr. Weasley." Snape said, his dark eyes cold and unforgiving. "Because if you are, then we all should reconsider your intelligence and ability to attend a school like Hogwarts. Your detention will start tomorrow evening, Mr. Weasley, and you better be on time."

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"Uhm … sir?" Potter asked upon coming back from the bathroom and the Potions Master looked over at the boy who stood behind one of the armchairs, leaning his lower arms onto the backrest, the boy who still didn't dare to use his given name yet. Well, the brat would get used to, eventually, and until then he would have to accept the boy calling him 'sir' instead of 'Severus' for a bit longer. At least he didn't call him "professor" anymore.

"Yes?" He asked, curiously lowering his head to one side and watching the teenager who blushed furiously. He wondered what the boy had in his mind that would cause such a delicious blush.

"Uhm … well … I mean … I just wanted to ask …"

"Yes, Mr. Potter?" He asked, silkily, one eyebrow lifted at the teen that gulped nervously and he had to hide a smirk, the boy's blushing and gulping causing his lower insides to stir pleasantly.

"I just wanted to ask … well … we stopped speaking about … uhm … BDSM … and I wondered if there were more things."

Yes, he had thought that that it had been what had caused the blush, and Snape nearly smirked.

"Actually, we still have to cover the sessions themselves." He answered, satisfied with the fact that Potter had asked to continue the conversation about this by himself and he stood up and walked over to the boy.

"BDSM actions usually take place during a specific period of time agreed to by both parties as you already know. They are referred to as 'a game', 'a scene' or 'a session'." He said, thinking for a moment, wondering if he could dare to take this further. "The interaction between top and bottom where physical and, or mental control of the bottom is surrendered to the top is known as power exchange. The bottom simply exchanges his power to the top for the duration of the session. Consent is the most important criterion here, as I already have expressed to you quite a few times."

Potter had watched him, was now standing in front of him, facing him, and slowly he extended his hand and gently gripped the boy's bony shoulder, kept him in place while he stepped behind him.

"Close your eyes and feel, Harry." Snape commanded sedately. There was a moment of hesitance but before he thought of repeating his words in a more commanding way he felt the boy obeying him, felt the slight fear that increased a bit and he ran his hand over the boy's neck, shoulders and back.

Harry felt the shivers running all the way down his spine with the velvet like voice. He wasn't really cold, on the contrary, he felt rather warm, considering that he normally was quite cold, but he meanwhile knew it was excitement mixed with anticipation and a little nervousness. And suddenly he understood what Snape had tried to tell him all the times.

He stood there his arms lowered at his sides and he closed his eyes. He could feel Snape behind him and even though he knew he was there, he quivered when he felt the first contact on his neck, on his shoulders and on his back.

"On a physical level, BDSM is not only connected to the infliction of physical pain and suffering but other intense sensations too." He said while at the same time he conjured a black fabric which he placed upon Harry's eyes. The brat flinched and started to turn, but again he gripped his shoulder to keep him in place, harder this time to indicate him – he had to stay in this position and then he covered the teen's eyes with the fabric.

"Strict organized sexual rejection used on the partner can be an aspect of dominance and submission as well, by the way." He continued his explanations while he finished the knot on the back of Potter's head. "But normally in BDSM sessions, the top exposes the bottom to a wide range of sensual impressions, like for example pinching, biting, scratching, spanking or the use of various objects such as blindfolds, clamps, whips, liquid wax, ice cubes, or others." He rounded the smaller teen until he stood in front of him, watching the slight trembling of his brat and even with the blindfold over the teen's eyes he could see the fearful tension in the boy's face.

"You do know, Harry, you only have to say your safeword and I will stop." He said, waiting until the boy gave him a hesitant nod before he continued. "Good. Fixation by handcuffs, ropes or chains may be used as well. The repertoire of possible toys is limited only by the imagination of both partners."

He lifted his hands and placed them on the boy's shoulders again, frowning for a moment at the flinch he again got from the teen, but then he slowly shoved the smaller wizard backwards until he had him pinned against the wall beside the fireplace and with a smirk he remembered the day before while gripping the boy's wrists in a firm grip and lifting them, just like he had done last time, over the teen's head, held them to the wall in the boy's back firmly and thus his brat secured and in place in front of him.

Harry felt the wall in his back and again he was unable to suppress the flinch that escaped him. He felt his wrists being taken into a firm grip and lifted above his head, pinned to the wall in his back, and he couldn't help hitching a breath. He had been in the same position just the day before and he had to admit that it had felt more pleasant than what he ever could have thought possible. But yesterday he had not had his eyes blindfolded, yesterday he had been able to see what Snape had done.

"What do you feel?" Snape wanted to know of him, but he didn't know the answer, he didn't know what he felt, didn't know how to describe what he felt and he lowered his head, shaking it at the same time. He felt the older wizard's hand under his chin, pushing his head up and he wanted nothing more than to see the man's face.

Snape easily could see that Potter was at a loss for words and he grabbed both of the boy's wrists in one hand, the small and thin wrists easily fitting in one of his hands, and he placed the fingers of his now free hand under the boy's chin, gently pushed the teen's head up so he could look into the pale face, studying the tense line around the nose, the mouth, the forehead and even without looking into the blind folded eyes of his submissive he could detect the signs of fear, uncertainty and tension.

"Start with how it feels." He said in a low voice, trying to keep the boy calm. He knew that something was wrong, that something was not as it should be with a boy Harry's age and he knew that he had to be careful and slow, patient. "Does it feel good? Or bad? Are you – afraid?"

Harry thought the question over.

The warm hand that was encircling his wrists in a secure grip, the warm fingers resting against the flesh of his chin was not taking anything from him, and neither did it do anything to him, it was not hurting him. On the contrary. The hand was giving something to him with each small touch and with each warm caress that felt like a tiny miracle. It gave something to him, something that was kindness, that was care and that was gentleness, something he had craved for, for his entire life.

But he couldn't see the man's face. He couldn't see his eyes, and he had no way of telling what the man in front of him felt, if he was pleased, if he was disappointed or if he was even angry. And most importantly, he couldn't see what the man did with his hands. He could feel his hands, on his wrists and on his chin, but he couldn't see them.

"I … I don't know." He nearly choked out.

Accepting the answer for now, knowing that he wouldn't get another one, Snape leaned close.

"If at any time you want me to stop, you just have to say your safeword and I will do stop." He whispered into his brat's ear, again causing the boy's strands of black hair that hang loosely above the blindfold to slightly move, again causing the boy to shiver slightly.

He could see the brat trying and suppress his shivers, just as he had done earlier and just as he had done the day before when he had kissed him for the first time. Potter tried with every ounce of his strength and will to suppress his shivers, to control his ragged and much too quick breathing, and to hold back his moans of pleasure he felt. The sudden thought struck him, and not for the first time, that the boy not only tried to hide what he felt, but that he tried to avoid feeling at all.

"Individual tastes and preferences in the area of sexuality may overlap among all those terms containing BDSM." He continued, his voice dark and deep, a soft purr that made his brat shivering again and he smirked. "And nevertheless BDSM definitely includes psychological and physiological facets, a wide spectrum of activities and forms of interpersonal preferences that differ from conventional activities and relationships and there is almost nothing which unites all the disparate subcultures in this universe which are grouped under the umbrella term BDSM."

He ran his hand over the boy's neck, over his throat, his collarbone and the boy's shiver increased while his breathing became irregular once again, his head lowered to one side in concentration at his voice, now that he wasn't able to see what he did.

"And nevertheless quite a lot of aspects do overlap with common sexual activities." He whispered into the boy's ears, causing the boy to give another violent shiver away, to hitch a breath. "Just think of this blindfold. It is common to use such within BDSM related activities, and nevertheless quite a lot of people who prefer conventional activities during sex, even despise BDSM related activities, use a blindfold and consider it as quite stimulating and pleasant."

While watching the boy in front of him he actually had to close his eyes for a moment to ensure that he would keep himself under control before he leaned forwards and covered the side of the neck the boy had exposed while tilting his head to the other side with small kisses before he bit the side of Harry's exposed neck, causing the younger man to whimper in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was a small noise only, one however that only hardened Severus further and he again closed his eyes while he ran his hands over the boy's upper arm, his shoulder and his neck and he noticed that his own fingers trembled slightly.

"All parties involved usually derive pleasure from this, even though many of the practices that are performed, such as inflicting pain, humiliation or being restrained would be considered unpleasant under normal circumstances." He continued to whisper into the young wizard's ear, enjoying the signs of excitement and fear his brat gave away, enjoying the pleasure he himself felt. "Sometimes BDSM practitioners even take part in a session for which they do not receive any personal gratification at all. They enter such situations solely with the intention to allow their partners to fulfill their own needs only."

Again he lowered his head and bit the boy's neck, causing another small whimper to escape the slightly trembling teenager he had pinned against the wall in front of him and he would have liked nothing more than to take this delicious young and unbearable responsive body right here and now. But he knew it would destroy everything if he would give in to his own needs right now.

"It is, however, important to know that a pleasurable BDSM experience during a session is very strongly dependent upon the competence and experience of the top, and the physical and mental state of the bottom at the time of the session." He whispered, nibbling on the boy's earlobes. "Trust and sexual arousal might help the partners to enter a shared mindset, but nevertheless each time would be different, never mind how often a setting is repeated. And while the submissive might be stimulated by a good spanking during one evening, he might be in actual pain by the same spanking during another one."

He still held the boy's both wrists in a secure grip above his head with one strong hand, while he reached up with his other and carded his fingers through Harry's hair, losing himself in the feeling of the inky black silk for a moment until he felt the boy slightly relaxing under his touch.

For a brief moment, after Snape's hand had found its way to card through his hair he lowered it and ran it in between the wall and the small of his brat's back, feeling the tense muscles before he again slowly started to make his way up Harry's back, until it once more came to rest in his brat's hair.

The older wizard again buried his hand in the teen's messy hair, slowly gripping it firmly and then pulling Harry's head back roughly as he initiated a kiss, his mouth covering the boy's one demanding, dominating and willingly Harry opened his lips to accept Snape's tongue to enter, to explore and to dominate him.

Releasing the boy's hair he slowly ran his hand down over the side of the soft skin covering Harry's face, his still slightly trembling fingertips softly touching the warm skin until his hand came to rest over his brat's throat and with a firm grip but without applying any pressure his fingers slowly curled around the delicate throat, thus shoving his brat's head up further and keeping it in place securely while he intensified the kiss.

The boy he had in front of him hitched another breath, then another one, and he could feel how he struggled to keep not only the fear but the pleasure he felt away too.

"Do not do this, brat!" He growled darkly his lips barely releasing the boy's lips and he nearly chuckled at the startled flinch and the tilting of the boy's head while Potter tried to figure out what exactly he meant and if he was angry and if, then how angry he was. Yes, it was a really pleasant thing to have a young submissive with a blindfold covering his eyes and restrained in front of him, even if he was only restrained by his hands – for now.

"Do not hide your emotions, Potter!" He explained, his voice deep, dark and soft. "Not from me! I am your Master and I want to know what you feel. I want to see what you feel and I want to hear what you feel. Never hide your emotions from me. Not your pain, not your fear and not your pleasure! Is – that – understood?"

The boy barely was able to nod, too far gone for a coherent answer and even too far gone for giving an answer at all and for a moment Snape actually wondered if it might be the first time that the brat felt pleasure like this. Potter had been together with Chang last year, but it had been one kiss, the brat had told him, one kiss during which Chang had cried over Diggory. Otherwise the boy hadn't been in any relationship and he doubted that the brat had been touched by someone else in such a way ever.

But surely the boy had been horny before and surely he had taken care of his own needs before by his own. It was what boys Potter's age did. Indeed it was what boys did as soon as they were starting to become teenagers.

But still the boy struggled to keep his moans and whimpers under control, to keep his struggling under control, his squirming, to keep his feelings under control and with a new fire in his dark eyes he softly stroke his thumb over the soft skin of the teen's throat adding another sensation upon his brat until he actually could feel that the boy wasn't able to keep the pleasure away any longer and the soft moans and whimpers changed into a small sob of despair.

For one short moment he wondered why in Merlin's name the boy would refuse to feel the pleasure washing over him, but then he released the teen's throat and instead leaned his hand against the wall beside Harry's head and drew back a bit. He watched his brat close while he allowed him to get his emotions back under control, watching for any signs of an emotional breakdown so he could at once take actions to calm the teen, or if he could allow him to get himself under control on his own.

And the boy was close to an emotional breakdown, he knew, and he readied himself to take his brat into his arms and to comfort him if necessary. But if he interfered now, if he would try to calm the boy now, then he surely would break down completely. If he waited, the boy most probably would be fine in a minute or two and by himself. Narrowing his eyes for a moment he wondered why he had not used his safeword. And why the boy had refused to feel, what had led to upset him in the first place when he had forced him to feel.

When he felt the boy calming down and Harry's breathing slowed down a bit he slowly released the thin wrists he still held pinned towards the wall with one hand and then he reached behind the boy's head, pulling the head towards him until his brat rested with his forehead against his chest and he opened the knot of the blindfold, allowed the boy to use his hands and to open his eyes.

He pulled away so he could look into his submissive's eye. The teen was flushed and his eyes were wary, unsure, like he expected Severus to either push him away disgusted or to attack him at any moment. Instead Severus continued to stare into the glazed green eyes before he closed the distance again and pressed a light kiss against Harry's lips to show him he was pleased with him.

He held out his hand, palm up, offering the teen to take it, but still Harry only watched him warily and he had to suppress a sigh.

"If we want this relationship to work, and we do want this, I guess, then you first will have to learn touching me." He said, initiating a touch by himself by taking Harry's smaller hand in his own and running his thumb over the back of his brat's hand. "You will have to learn and relax and you will have to learn and trust me. And you will have to learn to touch me as well as I touch you. This is no one-way road."

He pulled the teenager from the wall and considering it safe to finally give a comforting touch without having the brat breaking down he placed his hand on the bony shoulder and guided him back to the sofa.

"You might be my submissive, Harry, but remember what I told you, we are equals." He said, sitting down and pulling the smaller wizard against his side, slipping his arm around the small form until the boy's head rested upon his chest. "While I won't accept you showing any domination during sexual activities, you nevertheless have the right to initiate a touch or anything else you wish to initiate. I even require it from you. You are not my slave, Harry. You have the same right to touch me as I have to touch you. And here I am not your teacher who requires distance, but here I am your senior partner who requires closeness."

"Yes, sir." Potter answered, his voice soft, barely audible. "Sorry, sir."

"Whatever for, brat?" Snape asked, knowing that he wouldn't get an answer. Not now at least. The boy still was too upset and too deep under for giving a straight answer. And just as he had known, the boy shrugged his shoulders and sighed heavily in his arms.

"Care for a cup of tea and a sandwich, Mr. Potter?" He asked, his tone of voice sarcastic. "Or would you prefer to have lunch in the great hall?"

"Uhm … definitely not the great hall." The brat answered and Snape barely could suppress his smirk.

"I thought so." He said, releasing the teenager and he got to his feet.

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Harry leaned his head back against the backrest of the sofa and sighed in frustration when Snape had left for the small kitchen to order sandwiches and tea. What was it with him that he felt so much in the man's presence? He shouldn't feel so much and so deeply. It wasn't right and it wasn't his place either. He knew it. It was just wrong.

And nevertheless he felt each time this man touched him, each time, even if he wasn't able to describe what exactly it was he felt, not even to himself. He felt like burning and freezing at the same time while his insides squirmed nearly painfully and to a point where his heart threatened to jump out of his chest and he felt he couldn't breathe.

Slipping his hand downwards to his still throbbing member he touched the fabric of his trousers for a moment. He surely wouldn't do that, and surely not right now and not here either, but he just had to do something to get the throbbing and the pulsating and the tightness away and he hoped that a simple touch would ease it a bit.

"You are not to touch yourself!" Snape's dark growl only inches away from his ear startled him and nearly made him jump off the sofa, and he turned his face to look into a pair of dark eyes that pierced him sternly, the man extending his hand to take his chin into a firm grip. "Only I do, is that understood?"

Of course Snape wouldn't forbid the brat to touch himself. All teenagers did. And he surely could do so in his room or in the bathroom, but he wouldn't allow him to do so in his presence. If his brat wanted relief, then he would have to address him and he gladly would tend to the boy's – problems. But he wouldn't allow his young submissive to touch himself in front of him! Even if he knew that right now the boy wouldn't ask him for such. They hadn't done anything else than kissing up to now. The boy surely wouldn't be ready for such yet.

And nevertheless he wouldn't allow Harry to relieve himself in his presence. Growling deeply in his throat and curling his hand around the back of the boy's neck so he couldn't draw away, gripping the boy's neck probably hard enough to bruise, he leaned down to give Harry a harsh, urgent, and demanding kiss, knowing that he was more harsh than was necessary, but he didn't care and again he enjoyed the soft whimper he caused. He smirked at the knowledge that this kiss indeed did nothing to relieve the boy's surely throbbing member.

Running his free hand down the boy's neck and over his chest he easily found what he was searching for and first ran his finger over the boy's left nipple, inwardly cursing at the soft fabric of the shirt between the piece of flesh he intended to torture a bit and his fingers, causing the teat to harden and the boy to shiver before he grabbed the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched, hard, causing the boy to whimper and to arch his back for a moment before he had himself back under control and without lessening the pressure he twisted the hard nipple between his fingers for a few moments more before he released it.

"What did I tell you about hiding your pain and pleasure from me, Mr. Potter?" He teased, as Harry tried to suppress another whimper, running his hand to the teen's other nipple. Again he grabbed the teat, pinched it hard and twisted it even longer than the first one, before he released it again, suppressing the feeling of disappointment as the teenager yet again tried to control his responses to the sexual stimulation – and pain.

"Do you want to know what I am going to do to you next time you show such behavior like touching yourself in front of me ever again?" Severus asked into the boy's ear. "I'm going to fix you down to the floor in front of the fire and get rid of this shirt of yours." He threatened without waiting for the boy's answer, feeling the teen's shiver underneath him. "Then I am going to play with those delicate nipples of yours, without this piece of fabric between your flesh and my hands. I will twist them and pinch them until you can't think straight and until you whimper with need, until I have you begging for more."

Pulling away after a few moments he cupped Harry's face. "If you have a problem, Mr. Potter, then you will ask for my help," He said in a low and nearly threatening voice, piercing the boy sharply with his dark eyes while hoping that the boy wouldn't misunderstand his harsh tone. He wanted to inflict slight anxiety but not fear. "But – never – ever – again – touch yourself – in my presence. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir." The boy croaked out, his voice rough and again his breathing came in gasps and pants, the green eyes far too expressive and clearly showing what the boy felt right now.

"Good." Snape growled, straightening himself. "Do you have a problem?" He then asked.

"No sir." The brat shook his head, blushing the darkest red he ever had seen on the boy's face and he lifted his eyebrow to suppress a smirk. "I just will take a cold shower, sir."

"You won't take a shower right now, Mr. Potter." The Potions Master said, smirking evilly, enjoying the silent groan of frustration his brat gave away. "Lunch is ready." He added, extending his hand into the direction of the kitchen, inviting the teenager to go ahead and knowing well what he condemned the boy to. "You may shower after lunch."

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Lunch had not been an easy affair.

Harry had shivered each time his mind had played out exactly what Snape had been saying to him earlier and he had felt his insides squirm each time his mind had played out the scene, had felt his erection to twitch each time in his pants and every so often he'd had to suppress a small whimper that threatened to escape his throat whenever he had cast a quick glance at the Potions Master sitting opposite him, noticing the knowing smirk the man had had on his face and at the same time cursing the man for his coldness and calmness. How could Snape sit there without being affected at all? Didn't the man feel anything? Considering the smirk Snape threw towards him every now and then, he knew exactly what he, Harry, felt. But didn't this all affect the man too? How could he be so damn calm?

Snape on the other hand had been watching his brat squirming in his chair, shivering every now and then, his hands trembling slightly and his face a furious blush. The small, red tongue that had darted out to nervously wet dry lips had been just as deliciously as had been each and every sign of his brat's arousal the boy had given away while he had tried – and failed miserably – to keep himself as still as possible. It had been a sight that surely had done nothing to ease his own arousal and he had known the torture he had inflicted upon his brat had been the same he himself had felt. But he nevertheless had enjoyed it like seldom anything in his life before.

It had felt right.

It had felt perfect.

And he had known that this simply was meant to be.

Harry had taken his shower after lunch, after Snape finally had allowed him to get off the table – and he was sure that Snape had kept him there longer than had been necessary – and now he was sitting curled up in his usual armchair, waiting for Snape to come back from his own shower.

Snape had told him to shower and to dress properly as they were to go to London this afternoon and now his trainers waited beside the armchair and his cloak was laying over the backrest while he briefly wondered what they would do in London before his thoughts went back to the man himself.

Snape had hated him for years, but now there was something absolute different. He didn't know what it was, but it wasn't hate, that much he knew. The man was simply an absolute enigma to him and he was sure he never would figure it out. Not without gaining himself a severe headache at least.

Whenever Snape moved, then he did so with grace and fluidity. Sometimes moving in near slow motion, his movements like that of a cat. Ok, a rather large cat, like a lion maybe, he thought. But then – no, Snape surely would curse him to Mars and back if he compared him with a lion. So maybe rather a black panther as the man wore only black clothes anyway. But sometimes he moved so quickly one barely had time to do anything to brace himself for the man's approach, not even taking one breath.

His long and slender fingers were so agile that Harry was often astonished at the speed with which they handled potions ingredients while at the same time, his fingers could be deliberately relaxed, moving slowly over the spines of books – or his, Harry's body – he thought, again shivering at the reminder of what those hands had done to him earlier, not daring to imagine what it would feel like, having those hands – like the man had promised – on his bare skin without his shirt between his skin and the Potions Master's hands.

Harry often caught a restless gleam in the man's black eyes, hinting at the equally restless mind behind them while at other times the same dark eyes were calm and steady and velvet black orbs in which he could get lost, which always seemed to calm him nowadays, which were not as unforgiving, harsh and cold as he always had thought them to be, while at the same time they even seemed to have become darker than they had been during all the years before since he first had seen his teacher.

And the man's voice, Merlin! This voice seemed to drive him into madness lately whenever Snape said something, anything to him and he had to concentrate to actually listen to the words the man said instead of just drowning in this voice. Dark, deep, soft and velvet, like a silken veil, cold and piercing sometimes, dripping with sarcasm, and warm and soft on other times, calming and soothing him, his nerves, his worries, whatever.

Sometimes a rash of words, even ignoring the full stop at the end of a sentence as if even grammar rules had to bend to his will and sometimes speaking slowly and punctuating each word he said.

He slowly was becoming familiar with such small characteristic traits and habits of the man and today he had discovered that Snape not only was quite possessive and dominant over him, even protective, but that he also could be more passionate than he ever had thought it possible.

"I see you have done what you were told for once in your life, Mr. Potter, and have waited here." Snape's silky voice got him out of his thoughts and he looked up at the man who stood there in black Jeans, a black shirt and a black cardigan instead of his cloak.

"If I had known that sexual stimulation is what it took for you to pay attention then I would have changed my tactics years ago when you had your first potions lesson." Snape gave a smirk, lifting his eyebrow at the brat that looked him over as if he never before had seen someone wearing Jeans, a shirt and a cardigan and he tilted his head to one side at the blush that once again washed over the young face of his brat.

If the boy continued like this, then his entire life would be one big arousal, honestly. Teenagers!

"Are you ready to leave?" He asked.

"Yes, sir." Potter answered, getting up from the armchair and slipping into the worn out trainers before grabbing his cloak from the backrest.

"Did you think I dressed in a cardigan instead of my usual cloak out of fun, Mr. Potter?" He asked teasingly. "Or maybe to try a new wardrobe?"

"Uhm …" Harry made and he had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes.

"Bring your cloak back into your room and get your jacket."

"Uhm … well …" Potter stammered and he lifted his eyebrow at the teen before he understood and growling in anger he turned back into his own bedroom.

The boy had no jacket.

And he had no jacket because the adults he had been living with simply had not bothered to provide the boy with proper clothing. What had been the reason as to why he had decided to take the boy to London today in the first place. To go shopping, as he had noticed the boy wearing either his school uniform – which he definitely preferred – or ragged clothes hidden beneath his cloak, old rags that seemed to not only have him uncomfortable but right out embarrassed.

Seething in anger he opened his wardrobe and got out a cardigan similar to his own, only slightly warmer and with a collar that hopefully would keep the always freezing boy warm during their outing. It was not winter yet but September this year was a rather cold one. The cardigan had a zipper in front instead of the buttons his own one had and there was a small green s included into the left front. The boy hopefully wouldn't mind.

There had been a time when he wouldn't even have soiled his cloak with Harry's blood if the boy would have been lying on the floor and bleeding to death, and now he was sharing his wardrobe with the brat.

Well, no. that wasn't entirely correct. Never mind what feelings he'd had towards that boy in the past, but he never had wanted him dead and yes, if he was honest with himself, then he would have to admit that he would have soiled his cloak with the boy's blood if he would have been lying on the floor and bleeding to death. Only that he would have done more than that, he knew. Even back then he would have done all in his power to keep the brat safe and alive.

But now – now even the thought of the boy being neglected hurt him, the thought of the boy not even owning a jacket and other proper clothing hurt him and his thumb ran over the material of the wool for a moment, lost in thought, before he gritted his teeth and left his sleeping chamber.

The cardigan would be a bit too large for the boy and he would have to roll up the sleeves, but again – the boy hopefully wouldn't mind.

Stepping back into the living area he found Potter still standing beside the armchair where he had left him, looking for all the world lost and frightened like a small child, his hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of the cloak he still was holding and his green eyes unsure and troubled. He stopped for a moment and watched the anxious and unsure teenager, reminding himself to suppress his anger that wasn't directed at the boy anyway but which the boy would notice if not kept at bay before he quickly crossed the room, ignoring the teen's flinch and ignoring the step the teen took backwards, away from him for a moment.

He watched the boy for a second or two longer with his dark and right now severe eyes, before he extended his hand and gently took the mistreated cloak from the boy's hands. He enjoyed it when the boy was slightly anxious, yes, when he was nervous, when he was squirming under his gaze. But not like this. Not like this lost and troubled unsureness. He did not like the boy fearing him.

Wordlessly he placed his brat's cloak back over the backrest of the armchair where it had been laying earlier and held the cardigan out so the boy could slip into the sleeves and then he simply placed a hand on the teenager's shoulder and wordlessly led him out of his private quarters, through the dungeons and out of the castle to the apparition point behind the gates.

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To be continued

Next time in I just wanted to ask

A day in London

Added author's note

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