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Jealous Proposal	By : CodyMThomas Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 29642 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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A/N: Wow Sera21, thank you for such an inquisitive review! I have answered your questions at the end of the chapter. ^_^

Sorry this has taken so long to get out, not only did real life get hectic and 'splody, and I had to get through one of my (emotionally) very hard times of the year, but I also got a rather large bit of writers block on this story and had to put it down for awhile. But I'm back now and I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 12 Warnings: Minor2, M/M, chastity device, fantasizing, hand job, UST, Mentions of past sex, BDSM, and masturbation.

Chapter #12: Time and Again

Harry sat in History of Magic slightly hunched over in his seat as he entertained himself by discretely rubbing that favorite mark on his chest with his thumb. He'd known he wouldn't be able to leave it alone. It was three days since the spontaneous rough play, and all the lesser marks had faded away to nothingness, and only the most severe still gave him that pleasant ache when he poked at them. The one on his chest was one of them. Tiny pinprick and thin scratch scabs were also all over him from the vampire gloves, especially his backside, and a few of them were itching a bit.

Changing his shower and dressing routine had been the hardest thing, since he couldn't let his dorm mates see and get the wrong idea. So he'd been having to get up an hour before he normally did in order to avoid everyone else so he could shower and change in the morning, and then he would catch his second shower either in the changing rooms after the rest of the team left after Quidditch practice, or in the fully stocked adjoining bathroom after his lessons and resulting 'reward' in the Room of Requirement. Then he'd change into his pajamas in the sanctuary of his closed bed curtains.

Not even Ron knew that Harry and Severus played rough sometimes, and honestly he didn't want him to. So since he had insisted on keeping the marks, he had to hide them and the chastity device, because he really didn't want to try and explain that one. It had been three days of delicious torture to wear the thing, and honestly he was growing rather fond of it, he seriously couldn't wank, he was completely dependent on Severus for any kind of release, and he liked the fact that Severus alone could touch him. He wasn't short on orgasms either. The threat of orgasm denial should he not do well in his lessons, was well heeded. He hadn't even truly complained about the dress robes he had to wear, since Severus was true to his word and also got dressed up.

Harry found he didn't mind the dance lessons, he'd remembered more from the lessons three years ago than he had thought, and it was a lot easier with Severus leading. Heck it was almost fun, and definitely sensual. Severus moved with silent poise and grace, Harry felt like a clumsy bumbling oaf beside him, but his dark lover was also quite patient, since he knew Harry was actually trying.

Dueling however was great. During the first four years of his school career he'd always wanted to know how to truly fight, especially with everything that kept happening, and Severus had absolutely no problem giving him one heck of a run for his money over the past two years, in order to make sure Harry had a chance of staying alive. Hexes, curses, spells Severus had invented and was the only one who knew how to throw, defend, and counter attack against. The man even checked out books from the restricted section for him to read since it would look far too suspicious to give Harry a pass. His lover was a veritable well of knowledge and experience that he more than willingly shared with Harry.

Severus didn't mind fighting dirty or even down right filthy, and had no qualms about teaching Harry to do the same either since 'your enemies would never deign to be so merciful in turn', and that 'the entire point of a fight that serious is to win it by whatever means necessary'. Harry knew Severus was right, you couldn't be too prepared when it was your own life and the lives of all your loved ones on the line, and a lot of the stuff Severus taught him would have turned Ron and Hermione's stomachs by how violent or vicious it was. He loved his friends, he really did, but they just didn't have that ruthless streak that Severus and he had, even if Harry's was buried deeper than most.

The Room of Requirement had served them well the past two years, and Harry had enjoyed working out his sexual frustrations on something productive when they had still been on intimacy lockdown. As they had advanced the spells, the targets did as well, becoming more and more real as time went on. They were now full fleshed apparitions which screamed and writhed and even bled before fading away. It had left him shaken the first few times it happened, but Severus, stoic as ever, had merely commented; "Did you think the victims of such spells would stay silent for your benefit? Best to get used to the sounds of battle now, so that you do not freeze when it is real."

He supposed he had learned well under Severus' tutelage since now he was starting the training center implementing many of the things the man had taught him. And now Severus was teaching him dueling, blades mixed with spellwork, knives that could double as wands, enchantments on steel unlike anything he'd ever seen before. It was a beautiful, deadly dance of magic and metal and form, and he was apparently halfway decent at it if the approving look in Severus' eye was anything to go by. They were going to be learning fencing next, and Harry couldn't wait.

It had come as a surprise that Severus knew how to fence, given that Harry had always thought of it as a 'rich person sport' and Severus didn't seem the type. But the potions master simply told him that though his immediate family had been poor, (due to his vagrant, despot, muggle father), he had still been raised in the traditional ways and skills by his magical uncles and male cousins. That included everything that Severus was now teaching him and "things you should have been taught since you were two." The man had groused the day before, after realizing just how lacking Harry's knowledge of wizarding culture truly was. So the lessons were going to expand into all the things his parents should have taught him if he had been raised as a magical child in the wizarding world instead of as a muggle, as well as the high society stuff too. "You cannot live and function in any society if you are completely ignorant of its rules, culture, and customs."

Harry shifted in his seat just a bit, at the memory of the hard look that had been in Severus' eyes along with that growling purr he got in his voice, and got that lovely reminder that he was locked down tight until later this afternoon. Yeah, he was definitely becoming fond of the device. Maybe he could make it until Christmas.

"...pages 247 to 256 on the Wizengamot Rules of Acquisition regarding conquest of territory and foreign property when not in times of war, by Thursday, with half a scroll on the ways it affected the civil war of 1672, which in turn led to the 1678 war with Wizarding France. Class dismissed."

Harry jotted down the assignment quickly and decided to take his lunch in the WDML headquarters that day to get some work done so he wouldn't be so swamped on the weekend. Severus had told him to delegate his duties to Ron and Hermione, which worked for all the smaller things, but there was a problem with the rest of it. Being the head boss of the operation, you had the final say on most things, and even if you delegated the duties to others, nothing got going until it had your stamp of approval or signature on it. There was a lot of paperwork that just couldn't be done by other people.

Their office was empty when he got down there, and the paperwork was waiting on his desk in the supply closet turned office under a disillusionment charm that he pressed his amulet against to make it appear. He groaned as he saw the amount of work waiting for him.

"Need more hours in the day Harry?"

He spun around to see Hermione coming in behind him with another large stack of paperwork and a wry smile.

"A few extra free days in the week wouldn't hurt either." He agreed solemnly.

There was a short pause. "I agree with you there. ... Harry, I wouldn't normally suggest this, but... you're getting pretty far behind on things, and it's really important stuff. Do you think four would be enough to catch up? Days I mean. That should be more than long enough don't you think?"

"What?"

Hermione looked distinctly uncomfortable but determined. "I'll give you four days if you swear to me you will use them only to catch up on your work and you'll stay out of sight the whole all, Dobby can bring you anything you need, the storage cabinet folds down into a bed, and I finally got the wards up on the door, no human can see it unless they are a member, so you won't get caught by Filch."

"Hermione, what are you talking about? I can't miss four days of class to hide out down here and catch up, trust me, they'll notice I'm gone."

"No they won't." She said and pulled something out of her pocket that looked like a muggle pocket watch.

"You still have the time turner?"

"No I had to turn that one back in at the end of the school year, but last year, when we were at the ministry, that cabinet with all the time turners in it that was smashed, I- well, I grabbed the unbroken ones, because I know how handy they can be, and no one was going to know they were gone with how badly it was blasted, and I didn't want the Death Eaters to get the ones that were left, and..."

"Hermione, you're brilliant!"

"It was a just in case, you know, if something went wrong, a chance to fix things if it all went pear shaped. I was going to give them back once everything was all over..."

"Hermione, it's okay, you did the right thing, who knows what could have happened if they had gotten a hold of them. So how do I use this one?"

"You swear it will only be used for work? I can't have you getting away with all sorts of mischief just because you'll have an unshakable alibi as to where you were."

"Hermione, have any amazing pranks or world changing events happened in the last four days?"

"No."

"Then what are you so worried about me doing? I promise you, it's only so I can keep up with everything that's going on. I might drop by the training center if I get done with the mountain of work early, there definitely won't be any chance of me running into my past self there. That's it, I swear."

"I'm holding you to that. Alright this one is simple, it's a chronograph that goes back full days instead of hours and doesn't go back more than a week at a time. So if you wanted to go back a month you would have to jump back week by week. You set the day you want, make sure you are holding it, and then press the latch in as if you were setting the time. It's 12:16 on Wednesday, so you will be going back to 12:16 on Saturday. I was down here Sunday morning through the mid afternoon, so make sure to hide."

"You could just come with me, it's not like we would be missing anything since we will be returning right when we left. That way you can make sure I stay out of trouble."

"I- oh who am I kidding, you're right. Come on, before I change my mind."

"Will Ron feel left out? We left him behind last time we jumped back."

"Left out on four days of solid work, possible meetings, and a weekend he'll be stuck inside for? You're kidding, right?"

She grabbed the huge stack of paperwork along with some other files and reports, Harry jotted down two quick notes and sent one off before pocketing the other, then clasped their hands together and pushed the latch in with a tiny 'click'. The world spun around them for a moment before stopping abruptly and she let their hands fall.

"Alright where were you early on Saturday afternoon?"

He sent off the other note and moved to set up his desk. "Library for my Charms essay, and then I camped out in the Great Hall for most of the afternoon studying, the common room was too noisy. I didn't come anywhere near this place, no worries. Let's get to work."

It had seemed like a good plan at the time, and really, they were getting a lot of work done. Dobby brought them lunch and promised to bring them meals whenever they asked. Between the two of them they balanced the budget and had made a good dent in the paperwork before curfew Saturday night. Hermione transfigured two desks into another bed for herself and all seemed to be well.

But after that first night, Harry realized he hadn't thought things entirely through before jumping back in time. He wasn't seeing Severus every day for his lessons, therefore he wasn't getting any relief from the chastity device. He was fine the first night, but by the second day he couldn't stop thinking about it after waking up with morning wood that was physically painful and he had no way to relieve it. The cold shower didn't do much for it either, since all he could think about was showers he'd shared with Severus. It took him physically thinking of very unwanted things to get rid of the discomfort, but he still seemed to have sex on the brain and every movement reminded him of why. There wasn't going to be any relief until Wednesday evening, and his libido had finally brought it to his attention loud enough for his brain to listen.

"Harry pay attention! What's gotten into you today? We have to get out of here before my other self arrives. Where should we go?"

"Dumbledore and Snape are going to be very busy today, and Snape will be stalking the halls a few times, so getting out of the castle is probably a good idea. Today would probably be best to visit the training center, my other self will mostly be out on the quidditch pitch until curfew, I only took a few breaks from it. Any idea what Ron was doing today?"

"He hung around with me for most of the afternoon, I doubt we could get him away to join us without running into my other self. Let him enjoy his day, trust me he'll have more fun with me than he would at the training center with... us."

"Uh huh." Harry said with a knowing grin. "C'mon the hidden passage that leads to the Honeydukes cellar, it's the easiest to get to from here, and it will quickly get us past the wards so we can apparate."

Even though it was the halls of Hogwarts which had been his only true home for the past six years, it vaguely felt like they were invading enemy territory in disguise, and Harry was glad he'd had his map and cloak on him when they had decided to go back in time, or sneaking might have really become a problem. He threw the cloak around them when they reached the corridor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, then tapped the hump of the one-eyed witch and whispered dissendium and ducked into the portal without being seen.

The moment they were in the Honeydukes cellar they had to immediately hunker down again. Two associates were busy cleaning up the store room and organizing and taking inventory. They looked like they might be at it for hours. Pulling the cloak as tightly around them as they could, and Harry for once wishing he was back in his tiny 12-13 year old body for the afternoon, he watched as Hermione drew her wand and soundlessly pulled out the nails in the side of a crate as far away from their hiding place as she could get. Ten minutes later the last nail was out and with the tiniest tapping charm the crate gave way on two sides, spilling out hundreds of wrapped ice mice and sending the crate atop it crashing to the ground and covering the floor with Chocolate Frog packages. The disturbance was more than plenty of a distraction for Harry and Hermione to make their way up the stairs and into the shop proper. They were in luck and a Hogsmeade resident was just paying for a box of sweets, so it was not a problem at all to follow him out the door when he left. They ducked into the outskirts of town where no one would hear the sound of disapparition and they held hands, gripped their wands and whirled off across Britain.

Carlisle was their first stop, followed by Manchester, Coventry, and finally Cardiff. Hermione could have probably gotten there in one jump, two at the most, but Harry was not as good at apparition as she was, and safety was far better to him than risking a splinch while illegally time hopping, leaving Hogwarts without permission, and apparating without a license, though Hermione had hers. They arrived fairly close to Cardiff Castle in Bute Park and made their way to a ring of stones illusioned to look like a small copse of saplings to Muggles. They walked around it counter clockwise and tapped the southernmost stone of the lot. It split in two and they walked through into a room that was empty except for a single white door, and a little dial with several colors on it and a tiny arrow at the top. Eventually the door would go several hundreds of places, and all you would need to do was enter the right combination. Hermione turned it left to green, right to brown, left to purple, then twice around to red, and tapped the knob three times. The door opened into a proper little office, and she spun the dial to clear it before shutting the door behind them once they went through.

"Oh, Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger!" Said the girl behind the desk, quickly standing to her feet. "I didn't get your note that you'd be coming today, I'm so sorry."

Harry smiled "Relax Yvette, I didn't send a note, we just happened to find ourselves with a couple of free days on our hands so I thought we'd get caught up on the happenings. Has everything been going well?"

They started down the hallway behind her desk, and she grabbed a large binder and followed.

"Yes sir, you've almost been sending us more people than we can handle! The physical evaluations for the new arrivals are going to be starting at four, and the instructors are just preparing the field now. We've refurbished the barracks and have just been expanding the library again Ms. Granger. Some of those anonymous donations sent in books that haven't been able to be found in nearly five hundred years! We're quickly getting one of the most valuable collections in the wizarding world without spending a knut! How on earth did you manage it?"

"I convinced a couple of very old wizarding families to break open their vaults and see what was in them that they wouldn't mind donating. People rarely want to look through several crates of old books that have been sitting in a vault for however many generations. All the better for us."

"Well many of them are very useful, and the research and development staff have been drooling in anticipation. Battle spells that fell out of fashion centuries ago and were rarely recorded due to their lack of popularity, Charms that aren't even listed as known spells, and I just know Mr. Princeton is going to love some of the potions journals we've found. Some of them have potions whose instructions many thought had been lost when their creators died. There's even a family who either created or discovered an entirely different type of magic, and they had several generations of records on its use and capabilities. We have been readying a preliminary report about it for you. A few of the books we've collected from other donations have been determined to be so out of date the material is nearly worthless if not harmful, so we've set those aside to see if anything useful could be salvaged from them.

There is also the entire original hand written manuscripts of Fancy Flywright's Dark Love series, all eighty-seven volumes, including the extremely rare ones; 'All Howl's Eve', 'The Potions Mistress and the Prince', 'The Ties of Transfiguration', 'Love by the Bite', 'Charmed My Heart', 'Beneath the Bloodmoon', 'Branded By Beltane's Light', 'The Sorceress and the Shaman', 'Bound by Blood', 'In Service to the Stars', 'The Housewitch of Wicker's Way', 'I Do and Do Knot', and the unfinished eighty-eighth manuscript 'Runed by Candlelight, that she was still writing when she died. Just one of those books would be worth a fortune on their own. We could sell them as a set, collectors would be in a bidding war over them, we'd be set for life. Unless of course you wanted to keep them Ms. Granger, for the spells."

Hermione was blushing fiercely and Harry was trying not to laugh. "Steamy bodice rippers for bored or lonely witches? How are those worth money?" He questioned, desperately trying to keep a straight face.

"They aren't just bodice rippers Harry. Fancy Flywright was an extremely controversial writer who was also a very talented and powerful pureblood witch back in the late 1800's and early 1900's. Her novels not only had controversial or taboo pairings, like young women or men seducing or being seduced by vampires, elves, veelas, nymphs, werewolves, and even centaurs, and also taking the 'lesser role' in them, but she also paid no attention to the class system at the time, which made it even more of a scandal, since she was considered a noble.

The scenes were extremely sexual and graphically described, even by today's standards, and featured elements of what would today be considered BDSM. Most of her books included bondage, sexual servitude, and finding ecstasy in pain, but in those days those topics were completely off limits to talk about. The spells and rituals she used in her books were of her own creation and a basis for a true practice of sex magic. Everything was real, and not regulated through 'proper' channels. She was intentionally giving the little people access to a powerful form of magic that was usually kept hidden and never discussed, especially with those considered of 'lesser birth' like muggleborns, who the upper echelons of pureblood society didn't want in their world at all, let alone breeding, and sex magic was a powerful art.

When a few muggleborn women tried some of the things described in her books and found they worked, her popularity went through the roof. Once word spread, Muggleborns and halfbloods started buying her books so fast they had a hard time printing enough to satisfy demand, and the purebloods eventually noticed and wanted to know what all of the fuss was about. The scandal was huge, just for the content and her station alone, but when the purebloods found out the spells worked, the purebloods confiscated as many books as they could and burned them. When she published more in protest, she was arrested, her books became illegal to own, and she was ordered to stop writing. She secluded herself away, eventually got married, had children, and seemed to settle down. Some people believe that's where her story ended until her death, and that she was later blamed for a copycat ghost writer's work.

But many people believe she never stopped writing, and that her husband, whom she had won to her side, helped her secretly start publishing dozens of new books under the name Flora Fancy, including the original ones with new titles. And this time they were sold in the muggle world in a bookstore that only muggleborns and halfbloods knew about, and since they were sold in the muggle world with muggle money, they weren't technically illegal.

Fancy's fans spread the word about her possible return and this time kept quiet about it. The books even became the basis of an underground sex magic movement. If it was her, then she got away with it for over two decades, until one day an auror got a hold of some of the books during a raid, and when he recognized the content and realized they were new printings, well they scheduled a raid on her house. Someone managed to warn Fancy and she was able to get her children to safety right before her floo was closed off, anti-apparition wards were erected, and a mob of pureblooded aurors descended. She and her husband held them off for ten weeks solid before someone cast fiendfyre and burned them alive in their house.

There was nothing left that could be used as evidence to prove her guilt or innocence either way, and even with an order from the Minister of Magic, the goblins refused to open up her personal vaults so anyone could search for proof. Her children refused to cooperate either, in fact after removing their funds, they had the vault sealed off and disappeared into the muggle world. Her guilt or innocence became a debate of legend, some think either she or her husband were the ones who cast the spell, others think they were murdered.

The biggest argument was that if they were innocent why did they resist arrest for so long, and others said that if an angry mob of people who had destroyed your life in the past came to your door determined to do it again and trapped you inside, wouldn't you fight back? It didn't help that it was later revealed that the original aurors who attempted to raid the house hadn't gone through their superiors, since they had listed only one auror going to ask her to come in for questioning, not mentioning that they were bringing nine other people along for a full out raid, and it was only after they called for backup that an order for search and seizure was made. The whole thing became a huge embarrassing sore spot for the Auror Corps and their policies and procedures were completely reworked.

Either way, the magic in all of the books was determined to be real, and if we now own her original handwritten drafts of all of the books, we pretty much now own the only true proof that Fancy Flywright was also Flora Fancy."

"How on earth do you know so much about this?" Harry asked incredulously, trying to not seem interested in getting a hold of a few of the manuscripts, because really, bodice rippers? Severus would never let him live it down.

Hermione blushed again even harder. "Hogwarts has one of the books in the restricted section. "By The Book." I came across it hidden behind a bunch of others, and started reading it, and well... I could tell the spells being used were real and I thought it was fascinating how she hid them in a book few men would even touch and that was marketed directly to a specific group of suppressed women. So I thought maybe she was a suffragette or feminist and researched her to see what else she had written, only to find it's still very much looked down on to buy or sell her books in the Wizarding World. Luckily ours were donated, probably by someone who had no idea what they had, or were afraid of being arrested for owning them. Though if they are the original manuscripts they could only have come from three places; her family's estate, the editor, or the publisher, and I'm betting family if there is an unfinished one among them."

"Lucky us then. So Yvette, are you just Wizard Spacing it or did you transfer the whole library somewhere else?"

"We are stretching Wizard Space as far as we can. We are turning every square inch into as much as twenty cubic meters of space. We don't have much choice, some of the donations have been upwards of five hundred crates at a time with each crate measuring two meters wide, long, and tall!"

Harry smiled, knowing that he was going to be bringing back quite a few things for Severus when he got to the present time again. "Well if you need more space just let us know, we've just been granted the unlimited use of an unplottable island near the Isle of Wight, and we should have it connected to the dial by next week, it would make a fantastic place to create a library and possibly even our base of operations. Oh right! before I forget, I need you to set up a meeting with as many of the sponsors as possible for this afternoon. I know it's short notice, but it's when I was free. And a meeting with the senior trainers and helpers too, just me and them I have some kinks to work out in my newest pet project."

The training session for the new recruits was put on hold until the next morning, so that Harry and Hermione could watch, and the rest of the day was filled with business planning, reports, files, budgets, and the approval on the small scale medical division using the surplus of that years budget and then working it solidly into the budget for next year. It kinda made Harry's head swim to be honest, and Ron would be on hands and knees thanking them that he hadn't been dragged along if he ever found out what he missed, but Hermione was completely in her element. She had everything in order, a rebuttal to every argument, and a way over, around, or straight through every barrier put in her way. She had no problem going head to head with all of their private investors, and getting them to practically throw all the money at her she asked for, even if half the people in there were old enough to be her father. Harry once more thanked his lucky stars that she was on his side, otherwise he would have been lost without her. They had lunch in the canteen, nothing as fancy as Hogwarts, but decent nonetheless, and then toured the facility and all of the changes it had gone through since the last time they had been there during summer vacation.

Last summer had been their first test run of things, and lucky they had done it then too. Through a series of dark wizard traps, spying, misinformation and misdirection, they had managed to infiltrate the ministry and stop a coup that would have resulted in the new minister being assassinated by Voldemort and taking over entirely. Harry's senior staff had literally kidnapped the minister right in his own office and used a nifty charm they had developed that combined a charm to create holes and portals in walls without destroying them, a disillusionment charm, and a basic chameleon charm to camouflage yourself in plain sight. A lot of the muggle born kids were calling it the ACME hole charm. It created a small pocket of space in a solid object that you could go into without any change to the original object. You could still see everything going on around you, but from the outside you were completely unnoticeable even if they were only inches from your location, like a one way mirror. And the only way you could cast it is if you had one of their amulets to aid you because they contained a balancing charm that helped mesh and support the interwoven magics better, otherwise the charm unraveled in less than five minutes.

His team had hidden the minister in his own office and made him watch as Voldemort himself had busted down his door, spells blazing, only to find his query gone. Then moments later being attacked on all sides by strange magics he couldn't see, from opponents he couldn't locate, and eventually being driven out altogether by the alerted aurors after losing four of his canon fodder lackeys. All essential personnel had been protected, and Voldemort had been driven back by an unknown enemy or defense. He honestly thought he'd been set up by the people who had claimed to have made the ministry easy pickings for him, and had probably killed them accordingly.

The minister however had been completely won over to the people responsible for saving his life and stopping the defeat of the ministry. They won the silent financial support and approval of the Minister of Magic, who had promised to keep any knowledge of them silent until they chose to reveal the entire organization at a time when they were strong enough to oppose Voldemort openly. They had used every knut wisely, and had opened an entire division dedicated solely to Research and Development of anything that could possibly be used to give them an edge. The minister had donated resources and Unspeakables that were experts in combat, charms, transfiguration, and potions to help them along, and recommended private investors who were all too willing to help as long as no one knew they were doing so. Harry was fine with that. And even though they had to constantly make sure he didn't take over or become a financial crutch or powerhouse in the organization, Harry had never been happier that they had saved a career politician.

As he wandered around what had once been a public school that had shut down due to lack of finances, Harry realized that they really were building something special here. It wasn't just to keep him alive, though that would be a fantastic bonus, they were going to change the entire Wizarding World bit by bit and make it even better than it already was. Something about that thought thrilled him. He was going to matter for a lot more than a scar on his forehead, and that was something to be excited about.

They stayed the night, and on Monday they had the first field assessments of the newest group of recruits. Two and a half grueling hours of pure combat and obstacle courses, followed by facing down their soon to be instructors one on one in order to judge where individual weaknesses and strengths lay. And at the end of the ordeal stood Harry, as a final test, to see if they could fire at those they did not want to, should that person become compromised with Imperio. Half of them were shaking.

"I am NOT The Harry Potter you all think you know and have read about, I am a victim, a puppet on a string being manipulated by a dark wizard staying at a safe distance. I could be wearing the faces of your loved ones, your mothers, your brothers, your best friends, and I WILL be out to kill you. Your only choice is to take me down or out. I will not recognize you, I will not show restraint, I will not hear you, your words will not affect me unless the puppet master commands me to react. My job is to lure you in, and to act solely as a distraction and a human shield. Your job is to incapacitate the dark wizard, which would free me from the Imperio. Hermione here will demonstrate."

Shock and Awe was right, he doubted any of them had expected Hermione to actually place Harry under Imperio and use him to start attacking the recruits one by one. But they had been friends for years, she was one of three people he trusted implicitly and so he didn't fight it as the blissful haze came over him and he started following her orders. Recruits fell left and right, several of them just too stunned to react at first. But a few turned down right fierce as they fought back, and most of them managed to free him in about five to ten minutes. Harry had a headache by the end of the exercise, but it was worth it. The group was divided based on current skill rank after the marks were tallied, into the classes of either Base or Fielder, no one qualifying to go any higher just yet, which was expected of completely new recruits.

Pleased with the results of the exercise, Harry and Hermione headed back inside, only to be greeted by a group of the senior trainers, including the Sebastian disguised Severus Snape who was looking at him intently. If he didn't know better he would think the man was trying to perform legillimency in front of all and sundry. After the round of cursory greetings, Harry excused himself to get cleaned up, promising to have the meeting in one hour.

It really came as no surprise that Severus discretely followed him, so he didn't jump when long arms wrapped around him in the middle of his shower, a wicked hand trailing down the slight curve of his hip and inside until a single finger flicked against the cage encasing his cock, making Harry arch and moan and practically melt into the embrace. Three days without so much as a smoldering look, kiss, or touch... Harry was desperate for any kind of physical contact.

"Please, please touch me, I've been absolutely aching for you, please." He was turned and practically slammed against the shower wall, he didn't care, his arms wrapped around Severus' shoulders and dragged the man into a desperate kiss.

The dark man didn't disappoint and claimed him fiercely, tongue and teeth devouring and dominating his mouth utterly before moving down to his neck. Harry couldn't see it yet but he knew there was a bright red hickey on that spot now.

"How far back did you jump to not have a single mark on you, when just last night I know I left you so delightfully well marked and chewed and demanding I let you keep each one?" Came the dark growl in his ear as that wicked hand palmed his cock again, a solitary finger somehow stroking his balls in a way Harry could only describe as obscene.

"Wednesday at lunch, AH! Yessss Oh Severus PLEASE! Three days without any relief, I need you, please."

Think carefully Harry, if an orgasm is what you really want from me right now. I will have you wear it until Christmas, so I can unwrap you at my leisure and then pop you like a Christmas cracker all over my hand, but the four days before that, I will rile you up Harry, taking every opportunity to drive you wild and not grant you any relief. Is an orgasm now worth starting your punishment over again a bit later, and at a more intense rate than you are experiencing now? Or do you want to hold out that last 48 hours until the end of our lesson on Wednesday when I'll turn you over my knee, and paddle that arse of yours to a flaming red before I finally fuck you and let you cum? Either way, you WILL go a full 120 hours without relief, it's up to you if it's now or later."

"One condition."

"Yes?"

"If I wait through Christmas, will you do it at your family's home? Somewhere someone you hate might accidentally overhear just how desperately I want you to fuck me, and how satisfied you make me, rub it in their faces just a bit more that they'll never get to know just how good I have it and it's their own damn loss."

Harry could feel the smirk against his lips as Severus's fingers wordlessly undid the padlock and undid his entrapment piece by piece and set it on the soap dish. "Ah, My Harry," The potion master purred as he took Harry's freed and over sensitized cock well in hand, "You truly are a delightful treasure." Tangled tongues and roaming hands and Severus jerking him off, Harry's head was a mix of sensation and emotion and half formed thoughts that had him swimming in a half coherent delirium for several blissful minutes. "Now, My Harry." and Severus' teeth biting into the unmarked side of his neck had Harry's body going rigid as a bow string as his balls drew up and he just started cumming and cumming in thick ropey streams over Severus' moving hand, his cries choked in his throat, every single muscle locked until it was over and leaving him shivering and clutching onto Severus for support because his legs felt about as steady as cooked spaghetti. Harry just wanted to spend the rest of the day wrapped up in Severus' embrace like this, but as the haze faded from his brain he remembered he still had a meeting to get through today, and Severus was rock hard against his hip.

Harry nuzzled into Severus' chest as the older man turned off the shower and cast a drying charm over them, while Harry let his questing fingers wander down along the firm shaft. Severus' cock had a delightful upward curve to it, and Harry swore he was in love with the curve of Severus' cock as much as he was with the man himself, it thrust inside of him perfectly and let Severus reach just the right spot with his strokes, and it was at the perfect angle when they 69ed for sliding straight down his throat. Mmmm just thinking about it was getting him all worked up again.

"Fantasizing about my cock again?"

"Mmmm definitely. Hand or mouth, what would you like? I'd offer you everything for the whole day but we are out of lube and running short on time I imagine. So how may I please you?"

"You already have, but this treat I'm afraid, is not for you, it's for my good little Harry back at Hogwarts who has NOT jumped back in time and left the protection of Hogwarts. And he will be getting his reward after he finishes his evening lessons. I'll be sure to make it a memorable occasion for him. You on the other hand will be left wanting until Wednesday night to see me again, and I think we shall be having quite a bit to talk about."

"And why is that? If I wasn't at Hogwarts, I was here. I haven't been up to any sort of mischief or fooling around, I've just been catching up on my work, as promised."

"That's good to hear, however you still broke Agreement 16. And that's in the Top Twenty Harry."

Agreement 16. If I have to leave a secure location, I will inform Severus about it as soon as possible.

"How can it be breaking Agreement 16, when as of agreement 42 this place counts as a secure location?"

"You still left Hogwarts without telling me and did you really apparate from the very edge of Hogwarts wards to here in one jump, no other stops along the way?"

"I mean I told you! I sent you a note, both of you a note, one right before I left and one right after I arrived saying I had gone back with Hermione to catch up on some work and that I could be found in the office or here at all times. And yes, except for split second landings between jumps to get here we made no other stops along the way. Believe it or not, I have been listening to you these past few years, you really need to start learning to trust me a bit more. I'm not stupid Severus, I know what's at stake, stop treating me like a little kid."

Severus suddenly remembered the small paper airplane that had crashed into his chest and landed in his soup at lunchtime the other day. He hadn't thought it could be a note from Harry since the boy had been chatting animatedly with his friends, completely distracted. Severus had crushed and banished it immediately without further thought and spent the rest of lunch trying to search out the culprit.

His volatile lover was now mad at him and for good reason, it was a hard habit to break, being overprotective and trying to regard Harry as a fully capable adult instead of child that still needed guidance and constant watching. He drew Harry back into his arms, tilted his chin up and kissed him, Those verdant green eyes glaring and slightly hurt.

"I know you're not stupid Harry, and I never meant to imply that you were. I apologize, I didn't get to read your note, so I was unaware of your actions. Forgive me, I still forget that you are no longer a child who requires my protection."

It took a moment before that glare softened and Harry wrapped himself back up in Severus' embrace again and nuzzled into his chest. The potions master was always perplexed on why that was a favorite action of Harry's, it's not like he had a lot of chest hair to play with, if that soft of thing was appealing to the young man, but Harry did it every time he could. He'd never admit it but Severus found it rather endearing.

"I'll always want your protection Severus, even though I'm not a kid anymore. I'm your lover now, I belong to you completely, so I doubt there's anything you would protect more fiercely. But you can't smother me or act like I'm still completely helpless. You taught me how to fight, how to protect myself, how to defend others, even when to run away. Have some faith in your own abilities, I know I do."

They stood there, nude on the damp tile and holding each other another few minutes before Severus pressed a kiss to Harry's hair and released him.

"We need to be getting back, and I'm afraid my ardor has waned."

Harry turned the shower back on and sent the spray at Severus. " 'Ardor' or not I've spent a lot of time being a human shield against new recruits today and you interrupted me in the middle of my shower. The least you can do is help me make sure I don't reek after a forty minute wash up. Scrub my back for me?"

Severus just smirked and grabbed the soap and started working it into a lather. "For as many times that you get me to start or prolong intimate encounters in showers and tubs with you, you are leading me to believe that you have a water or grooming fetish Mr. Potter."

"If it's taken you that long to figure that out, then I take back everything I ever said about you being a genius. Besides, you started it."

"I did?"

"Yep, I'm sure if you think hard enough you'll remember." Harry soaped up his flannel and methodically began scrubbing himself head to toe. But his knees nearly buckled halfway through because after Severus had finished with his back he had rubbed a small handful of shampoo into his hair and was now working it in with deft fingers and lathering it up in a way that was threatening to have Harry rock hard and orgasming again in ten seconds flat. He couldn't stop the moan as one shampoo filled hand moved right above his cock and started washing the hair there too. He had to brace his hands on the tiled wall as Severus trailed soapy fingers down his cock in a gentle caress and pressed a kiss against one of the marks he'd left on his neck.

"Yes I remember, I remember you being nothing more than melted butter in my hands at the end of the night, I remember how hard it was for me to not lay a hand on you even though your eyes were begging for me to never stop. If I had known you had wanted a repeat performance I would have done so sooner. How can I fulfill your fantasies if you don't tell me what they are, My Harry?"

Three firm strokes and he was finished, crying out and arching back into his lover's arms as he watched his seed hit the tile near his feet and mingle with the soap suds and shampoo lather there before it was washed away down the drain. He shuddered and panted as the water pounded against his head and neck, removing the last traces of the soap and leaving him a clean, satisfied, and weak in the knees boy hero. He hardly noticed when the shower spray was turned off and the warm breeze feel of a drying charm passed over him for the second time. Severus then took up the chastity device, sterilized it and tenderly worked the stainless steel sheath back onto Harry's flaccid cock and locked it into place. As the sound was lubed and gradually slid home, Harry swore it was more intense and intimate every time Severus did it, and his head nearly drowned in sensation.

"Will you be returning to Hogwarts tonight?"

Harry nodded weakly.

"Come to my chambers after curfew, and I'll let you have something you've been wanting for awhile. Surprisingly this situation has finally granted us a much desired opportunity. I'll see you at the meeting."

A final kiss against the back of his neck and Severus moved away. It took Harry a few more moments to remember how to get his legs to work properly, but he finally made his way to his locker and pulled out a change of clothes.

Once he felt put together again he made his way down to the meeting room, grabbing a mug of tea and half a sandwich from the buffet near the door. Everyone else was already waiting and chatting politely. Remus and Sirius, Severus, Hermione, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George, Kingsley, and the Unspeakables who didn't go by names but numbers one through six.

"Hey all, sorry about the short notice, but thanks for coming. I wanted to introduce our newest members, Bill A career curse breaker and specialist with wards, and defensive magics, Charlie, a dragon handler and expert in all aspects of magical creatures, and Fred and George, renowned pranksters and owners of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, and also remarkably gifted spell and potion creators.

I know you know most everyone else, but just to simplify things, this is Unspeakable Number Two; our resident Combat magics specialist, and head trainer of the advanced groups Marksman through Unit Leader.

Number Five; Head of Research and Development, and all Experimental magics. Interrupt her work only if you want to be blown up.

Number One; the Head of all ten of our greenhouses and our growable potions ingredients, and assistant to Sebastian. Interrupt her work only if you wish to be poisoned.

Number Three; Our Charms, and Transfiguration expert, also assistant to Number Two and head of the starting troops Base Level through Ranger.

Number Six; our resident Mediwizardry expert and live in historian, He will soon be in charge of the library which should keep him busy for the next ten decades or so.

And Finally Number Four; our resident string puller, negotiator, and legal counsel.

Hermione, and Ron, who unfortunately couldn't come today, are the seconds in charge of our Fledglings and Defense Association courses, to train up those who either want some practicals help with their DADA classes, or want to join but can't until they reach the appropriate ages. Fledglings are for first through fourth years and the DA is for fifth through seventh. Ron is also our head strategist and recruitment adviser, as well as assistant to Number Three, and secondary adviser to Number Two. Hermione is the head of our non-combatants, secondary head of our resources, finances, and business department, as well as assistant historian and librarian to Number Six.

Kingsley, working closely with the Minister, keeps us appraised of all the goings on and inner workings of the ministry on every level, in charge of a squadron of twenty watchers and soon he will have even more help.

Remus is keeping tabs on the werewolf and vampire clans and is also in charge of the pack of thirty-eight werewolves we took away from Greyback a few months back, most of them children.

Sirius is the head of recruitment outside of Hogwarts and secondary pack leader to our werewolf clan, as well as our main source for acquiring private financing and donations from old pureblood families. He is also the head of our quidditch department.

I don't think any of you save Ron, Hermione, and the Unspeakables have met my second in command, and the one who has made most of this possible for us because he helped us pull my idea together. This is Sebastian Tobias Elius Princeton the Third, our head Spell Developer, Charms Master, and Potions Guild Elitist. He's also the head of our Reconnaissance Division and direct superior to the Unspeakables. So if there's a problem and you can't get a hold of me, ask him.

Snape is our head spy of course and assistant to Princeton, so again, if you can't find me or Princeton, tell Snape.

Dobby is the head elf of all our displaced house elves whose former masters have either died or given them clothes. We have hired all of them, so we have a veritable army of help, and have even convinced them to wear a green and gold uniform of sorts. They can be summoned only by people with amulets, and an unchangeable, self updating record log is kept of all elf activity and summonings, and they can refuse to do anything that violates one of my rules for them since I am the one who holds their contracts. I am looking at you Fred and George, no house elf guinea pigs.

As for me I do a little bit of everything. Hermione makes sure to keep me buried in paperwork, I run the Fledgelings and DA training exercises personally, and also train the non-combatants in basic self defense and spell work. I approve and assess all new recruits, I run training exercises here whenever possible, and am the head of the combative flying squadron, that's right we will also have an aerial corps division, even though it's still in the early stages. I am also the acquisitions and appropriations committee. You need anything, from an order of quills and suggestions for your favorite foods to be served in the dining hall, to a fifty-six pound bulk order of Romanian stink weed, you put in a request with me. I also handle, shall we say, any huge annoying snags that come up, and that's the real reason I have called you here today."

Hermione handed out copies of a personnel file to everyone in the room.

"I have a brilliant sixteen year old, third year Base Level trainee named Sheradon Westerly in my DA group who will be turning 17 in a matter of months and will then qualify to advance into the true WDML, and he could most likely test straight for Marksman if we let him. However I have several reservations about letting him do so, especially since I am given to believe that he's pushing himself so hard not out of a desire to protect, but out of a desperate desire for vengeance. Mentally we fear he's hitting the wrong side of dangerous, might become a loose cannon or worse a rampaging murderer if he's pushed in just the right way, and that's a bad combination in my corps. So Hermione, Ron and I have come up with a plan to nip this issue in the bud. It will not be in any way kind to him, and a very large shock to the system. We intend to force him over that edge one way or the other. It will either wake him up or it will result in his obliveration and decommission in the League as a combatant. I don't like taking such drastic measures, but I refuse to let someone we trained possibly go rogue and jeopardize our entire mission either, especially if we saw the signs in advance and could have done something about it. His brother is already on board and has agreed to act as our hostage. However in order to do this as safely as possible and in a controlled group, we are going to need the whole training facility to be on board with this since when the time comes we are going to need volunteers in a full combat scenario using true spells. This won't be a drill, I plan to shock and scare the hell out of this kid. All non-participating combatants will be on total barracks lock down until the end of this exercise, and only advanced combatants can participate if they want to. We are hoping to keep all injuries to a minimum and are going to use Princetons' tenth level Real Illusion targets. If anyone else has a student that is showing any signs of not realizing their future targets are real people under the masks, I want you to include them in the exercise on my team without their knowledge that this mission isn't real. When the time comes, there will be very little notice before hand, though I will try to give as much as possible. Any questions?"

"How are you going to shock him?" Remus asked as he flipped through Sheradon's file and the plan for the exercise.

"His pregnant mother and baby sister were killed by Death Eaters right after he joined up. I intend for his main adversary to be a pretty and young pregnant woman with a similar hair color and style under the mask. She'll be a tenth level target just in case he does go for the kill. For those new to us, Baser, Fielder, Footman and Ranger levels are not full combatants, they are not trained to kill and do not participate in life or death scenarios, they learn advanced defenses, non-lethal combat magics, evasion and espionage maneuvers, tracking techniques as well as field medicine. It is only once they reach the advanced levels that they are trained in lethal battle arts, full combat situations, and life and death scenarios, and this is why I'm concerned. The moment anyone in the DA turns seventeen they have the ability to take a completely unbiased test for any level they choose based on skills alone. If they fail they have to test downward until they reach a level they pass, or they start at Baser and work their way up. Sheradon has never failed a single test, therefore we have a very small window of opportunity to judge if he is able to make the decisions needed to jump the equivalent of four grades, bypassing all of the non-lethal training and defense classes and moving straight into arming himself with very deadly magics, and that he is doing it for the right reasons.

Any other questions? Okay then, I want everyone to read up on this case and contact me if you come up with any concerns or suggestions. Otherwise, I guess meeting adjourned, next meeting will be on the next Hogsmeade weekend, if you don't know the location of any other portals, an amulet visible portal will be set up there behind the Shrieking Shack by that time and the meeting place will be at coordinates left white, right blue, left purple, twice right to gold. Thank you for coming and please help yourselves to more refreshments."

Most everyone chatted and snacked for the next hour or so, Harry nearly started laughing as Sirius started happily talking with Sebastian and acting like they were the best of friends. "Princeton huh, would you happen to be related to the Prince family by chance?"

"Yes I am a direct descendant of the family founder on my mother's side."

"Wow that's got to be a lot of pressure and expectations, your family is practically considered wizarding royalty compared to the rest of us pureblood lines. I'm heir of the Black line myself, you can only imagine the scrubbing I've been trying to do to clean up that mess of a lineage, not to mention trying to clear my own name."

"The trick is to live beyond the expectations of a simple name, disassociate yourself from it entirely if need be. Truth is I am not a pureblood, I am a halfblood. Once my father died I cast off his name, he was an insult to all muggles and not worthy of having his family name continued. But to some of my family I still live under that shadow of his legacy. However I refuse to let that define me, as you shouldn't let it define you, the truth win out eventually if you are persistent enough."

"SO true. Hey do you drink? The pub here has some great firewhiskey, let me buy you a glass..."

And that was the last Harry heard as Sirius all but dragged Sebastian down to the pub attached to the dining hall. His godfather would flip if he knew who he was really talking to, but it gave Harry hope for the future. Eventually the crowd dispersed and Hermione and Harry tied up all the loose ends, Harry also discreetly grabbing several of the potions journals, and one of those Fancy Flywright books, (The Potions Mistress and the Prince) before heading back to Hogwarts. They finished up the last of the paperwork for the day, had an early supper, and Hermione at least dropped off to sleep before nine.

Harry ducked under his invisibility cloak and wandered down the twisting hallways of the dungeons before coming to his lovers rooms. The door was still unlocked and he slipped inside just as the curfew bells rang. He shut and locked the doors behind him, able to tell by the light and warmth of the room that Severus was already there. His cloak was laid over the arm of the couch and he made his way further into the room. Severus was reclining on the couch in the living room with a small smirk on his face as he looked up at him.

"I not only had a civil conversation, but a decent time with your godfather today."

"I'm glad. Was it difficult?"

"No, I actually got to be myself instead of constantly on the defense. It was unexpected."

"Can I encourage more of such meetings? I think if he gets to know you well enough he just might not die of shock when he finally finds out who you really are."

"Yes, and I am working on a way to dispel the rest of the animosity between us as well. He at least trusts me now, I can build up from that."

Harry went over and curled up on the couch between his fiance's legs, and smiled as the man slipped the collar around his neck before giving him a slow gentle kiss. "You said you wanted to give me something."

"Yes, a night to ourselves. We were rather interrupted last time."

And so they sat there, Severus reading to Harry from a book they were going through and slowly carding his fingers through untameable black locks as the young man curled up against his lover's chest and just listened to the seductive sound of Severus' voice and the steady beat of his heart. Eventually he tugged the throw from the back of the couch and drapped it over the two of them and Harry swore that not even sex could beat the bliss and warm comfort he was feeling right now. Eventually though, the day caught up to him and he started nodding off. Severus stopped reading and set the book aside before kissing the top of Harry's head.

"Come on love, time for bed."

The drowsy teen hated those words, because they always meant going to a bed that Severus wasn't occupying. He stubbornly tried to cling tighter, refusing to give up this warm and safe position just yet.

Severus just chuckled at him. "Come on, budge up, or do you no longer want your reward for following the rules?"

"Reward?" Harry mumbled half coherently, trying to get throughts to connect properly again through the haze of near sleep.

"That's right. Come on."

Harry eventually managed to move, which got his brain working a bit more. Severus walked back to the bedroom and Harry followed a few moments later after stopping off at the bathroom to take care of physical needs and brushing his teeth. He hated communal bathrooms, especially after curfew, they were terrible for discretion, so it was good he left extras of most everything in Severus' quarters. He then wandered into Severus' bedroom and stopped in his tracks. Severus was in his black silk pajamas and was just crawling between the covers. When he saw Harry he smiled and drew back the covers on the opposite side.

"Change and get in here, I still have classes in the morning after all."

"I don't understand."

"You'll hardly be missed from your bed if you're already in it Harry, so for tonight and tomorrow night, we can finally share the same bed, that is if you are still agreeable to the idea."

If he didn't know better Harry would swear that was mirth he saw in Severus' eyes. He had never gotten changed into pajamas so fast in his life and practically pounced on the man as he kissed him firmly. "You are bloody brilliant, I never would have thought of it because of those time travel laws."

"Nonsense, I've gone back a few times myself, and had very involved conversations with my past selves as well."

"Seriously?"

"Of course. My past self already had the time turner, and knew what it did. I am also a man who only implicitly trusts himself, so how great of a leap of logic do you think it was for them that possessing a time turner, I might at some point in the future need to use it to travel back and warn the only person I would implicitly trust about something he could still change?"

"I- actually that makes a lot of sense."

"Exactly. That rule exists to prevent people from going back and giving themselves future information for their own personal gain, not for making sure they don't go crazy and have their past selves try to kill them. Now, bed. Seven AM already comes far too soon for my tastes as it is."

Harry couldn't stop smiling as the lights went out and he curled against Severus' side under the blankets after giving his brilliant fiance a slow sweet kiss goodnight. "Goodnight Severus. I love you." He smiled as Severus pressed another kiss to the top of his head. Warm, comfortable, and in his oppinion, in the best place in the world, Harry quickly fell asleep and into dreams.

Severus lay awake awhile longer, just enjoying the young man in his arms. "I love you too Harry." He murmured in the darkness, then also let himself relax and finally fall asleep next to his lover for the first time.

TBC (Much sooner than last time)

A/N:*fist pump* YES! Finally! I have been stuck on this chapter forever! But hey, next chapter is almost done so it should be posted soon.

Sera 21. Yes, depending on how tight it is it's possible but more difficult to cum with a cockring on. A scrotum ring would make it much harder, as would a 'Gates of Hell' device. Glans rings let you cum, it just might not be able to get out of the penis. It really all depends on how tight they are and how flexible of a material the rings are made of. If they are loose enough to pretty much be just for decoration only, then it's still very possible. If the devices are tighter it can become difficult or completely impossible to cum with them on. People forget that there is far more than just one size or material these things come in. They are readily available in rubber of many different grades of pliability, silicone, leather, pleather, acrylic, steel, and more.

Harry's glans ring for instance was there just to secure the sound, and in my head the sound was quite long, but was only of a girth/gauge that fluid was slowed but not prevented from escaping around it, as it would have been had a larger sound been used, (They come in a LOT of sizes and lengths) hence his ability to cum with it on. It was also a Van Buren sound which has a definitive angled tip which is designed to stimulate the prostate or actually reach into the bladder if long enough, instead of say a Rosebud, which has a teardrop shaped end that could have provided enough girth to prevent orgasm, or a Hegar sound which is vaguely 's' shaped and would have provided adequate obstruction.

Seriously, I do this much extensive research and real life trial and error for my writing, I am NOT kidding. I could probably go in and take all the tests to become a sexologist tomorrow and pass them without ever having set foot inside of a classroom. Maybe I'm crazy but that's okay. I love answering these types of questions. If you or anyone else have other questions, feel free to ask! I am here to entertain, educate, and inform.
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