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Take Me To Your Arms	By : nekofreakz Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6661 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warning: This chapter contains slight Mature scene.

Chapter 11

Harry’s POV

Phantom hands caressed his neck, his chest, and then going even lower. He couldn't see the other person but he felt neither disgust nor fear. Every touch was sending white-hot desire coursing through his vein.

He let out a gasp of pleasure. "Severus…"

It was the magic word that casted off his blindfold. Now he could see clearly his beloved's face. Black sultry eyes gazed intently at him, eating him up from top to bottom. Every nerve of him was aquiver with anticipation. The man's lips curled up into a dark seductive smirk that sent his breath away.

Severus's fingers trailed along his bare body and continued the sweet torture, driving him crazy with desire. Severus lowered his head, gently kissing and sucking his inner thighs. Yet it seemed the man purposely avoided his throbbing member. Harry clenched his hands in frustration.

“No!” He choked out desperately, “I need more … Please…”

He might feel embarrassed by his own shameless behavior if the man's next action didn't muddle his brain right away, preventing him from thinking clearly. The man bent his head down and pressed his lips to his smooth, firm tip. He whimpered softly as Severus slowly swirled his tongue around it then licked lightly along the underside. Before he was used to the sensations, Severus’s hot mouth suddenly engulfed him, making his back arch with pleasure.

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Harry's eyes shot open. Blinking rapidly, he propped himself up on one elbow and looked around, feeling disoriented. He felt his heart was pounding violently against his rib cage. He looked around him wildly, searching for Severus. He felt a dull, sinking feeling in his stomach when he failed to find him.

“FUCK!” He swore loudly, extremely disappointed to find out that it was only a dream.

He flopped back into his bed, depressed. It was by far was his most lucid dream. It was as if the other man was really here. He groaned dejectedly, smashing his face into his pillow in frustration. Why the hell he had to wake up at such crucial moment?!

He couldn't go back to sleep like this. He didn't have to check inside his pants to know that it was there, hard and begging to get a completion. Ignoring it probably wouldn't do any good. With a last sigh, he sat up and threw off his blanket, shivering slightly in the chill air as he dragged himself off the bed to the bathroom.

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Harry stuck his head under the shower. He sighed as the hot water cascading over his body. He always enjoyed a nice warm bath. However, this time, it didn't help him to relax, at least not for a certain part between his legs. Resigned to his fate, he grabbed the conditioner bottle from the nearby shelf and squeezed a generous amount into his hand. He let out a soft moan as his hand circled the base of his shaft, slowly spreading the conditioner along the length to the tip.

He leaned his back against the tiled wall and closed his eyes. He imagined that it wasn't his hand that was pleasuring himself but Severus's. To feel the man's lips and hand caressed the sensitive parts of his body. He began to pant harshly as the molestation on it brought him closer and closer to his orgasm. He choked out Severus's name, his whole body tensing as he came hard all over his hand.

He slumped back against the wall, struggling to catch his breath. He opened his eyes then stepped under the running water. He felt horrible. It wasn’t the first time that he used Severus as the fodder of his fantasy and surely wouldn’t be the last time either. His body was sated but his conscience wasn’t. And his heart was definitely aching for something more. If it was possible, he would prefer a real innocent relationship than a lustful imaginary sex.

He banged his head softly against the wall. Hopefully Severus would warm up to him really fast before his self-control finally snapped. It was already tattered enough right now if his dream was any indication. He really wasn't sure how long it would last.

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Harry took a quick bath then stepped out of the shower and wrapped his towel around his waist. He walked over the sink and wiped away the steam on the mirror. He looked at his own image reflected in it. His wet black hair was dripping rapidly chilling water down his back. He reached for his wand and cast a quick drying charm then checked himself at the mirror.

Luckily, it seemed that his hair wasn't singed today. He was literally burned his hair when he tried that spell for the first time, earning him a laugh from his friends. Since then he was really careful when he used the spell. Putting down his wand, he reached into his comb and ran it through his hair. He winced each time the comb met his tangled hair, having a natural messy hair was hellish indeed. It was practically a mini war every morning. He briefly thought why he bothered to do this and not let it be since it wouldn’t tame his hair anyway, when a voice interrupted him.

"You need a haircut. But don't worry; you're handsome enough right now, dear!"

He froze as his reflection winked at him.

"Err, thanks," he mumbled awkwardly as his hand sneaked down to secure his towel.

He gave up trying to brush his hair and quickly escaped from the bathroom. Even after years of living in the Wizarding world, he still couldn't get used to some magical things, like a Talking Mirror.

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Severus' POV

Severus strode into the Great Hall. His mood darkened with each step. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Flitwick half-raised his hand, intending to greet him but slowly lowered it again at seeing his scowl. He didn't bother to hide his displeasure and went straight to his seat.

The reason why he was in such a foul mood was Potter. That blasted Potter's action yesterday had brought back past memories, which left a bad taste in his mouth. One thing that he hated the most was to be manipulated. It was more than enough for a lifetime to be brought under control from one master then another. He definitely refused to let Potter to be another one!

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Harry's POV

Harry walked out on to the front step of Sirius's house. He stopped a moment to look at the rising sun, which was half hidden behind the clouds. It was a grey, dreary January in London. He shivered when he felt cold seeping into him despite of the warming charm that had been weaved into his coat.

He was awake far earlier than he had planned thanks to his dream. But it wasn't a bad thing because now he had enough time to stop by Hogwarts before going to the Ministry.

I also have to say my thanks to Dobby, he added inwardly before Apparating away.

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Harry reappeared at the gate outside of Hogwarts. As he walked to the castle, he tugged impatiently at his tight collar which was biting into his skin. He had no choice but to wear this uncomfortable suit because he couldn’t wear his school uniform to the Ministry like he used to do when he was a student. A traditional robe was certainly out of options. He got a feeling that he would look ridiculous if he wore it.

He quickly walked past the Entrance Hall before continuing his journey to the kitchen, which was located directly below the Great Hall.

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Harry stood before a painting of a bowl of fruit. He tickled the pear until it became a door handle then opened the door. The kitchens were full of house-elf. They looked busy preparing for breakfast. However, one of the elves noticed him.

"Harry Potter, sir! What can Tubby do for you, sir?" asked a female house-elf in a high-pitched voice that made him wince inwardly.

"Er- is Dobby in?" said Harry politely.

"Of course, sir. Tubby will get Dobby for you, sir," replied the house-elf eagerly.

Harry thanked her. Not long after that, a familiar male house-elf with huge, green, tennis ball-sized eyes appeared in front of him.

"Harry Potter, sir! You are back, sir!" squeaked Dobby happily.

"Hullo, Dobby. I hope you’re doing fine," said Harry, smiling warmly.

“Yes, Harry Potter. Dobby is doing well, sir!” said Dobby excitedly. “Dobby has cleaned Harry Potter’s house. Dobby hopes that Harry Potter is pleased with it!”

“Yeah, loads of thanks to you, Dobby,” said Harry gratefully as he pulled out a pair of mismatched socks wrapped in a ribbon from his coat and gave it to the house-elf. "For you, a present.”

Those big eyes got all watery and Dobby definitely sniffed when he said, "Harry Potter didn't need to do that, sir. Dobby is happy to do anything for Harry Potter. Dobby already had the Christmas present from Harry Potter, sir!"

It was true. Even though he didn't come back, he had sent Christmas presents to all his friends, including Dobby.

The house elf clutched on the socks like it was the most precious thing in the world, making him feel a bit embarrassed. "Harry Potter is really generous! Thank you, Harry Potter, sir!"

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After saying that he would visit Dobby again, Harry went back to the stairs then pulled out his Marauder's Map. He made sure that no one was around before tapping it quietly and murmuring, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

He silently scanned the map and saw the tiny dot labelled 'Severus Snape' was in the Great Hall. He wiped the Marauder's Map blank again and put in back in his coat pocket then went to the Great Hall.

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As he stepped into the Great Hall, a wave of nostalgia washed over him. It was bustling with students. It seemed just like yesterday that he was also one of students that spent his days here at Hogwarts. It was easy to seek his old seat at Gryffindors table but it was filled by unfamiliar faces, momentarily it made his heart ache a little bit.

Just at that moment a voice, made him turn his head. "Harry, is that you?"

A plump young man rose from his seat at the end of Gryffindors table and walked closer to him.

"Oh, hey, Neville," he said with a smile, a bit surprised to see his fellow Gryffindor dorm-mate here at Hogwarts.

In the final battle at Hogwarts, it was thanks to Neville Longbottom who drew Gryffindors sword from the hat, and slew Nagini – the last Horcrux that they could finally defeat the Dark Lord.

"Harry! When did you get back? Why haven't I heard it from anyone?" asked Neville with a bright smile.

"Yesterday," he said, avoiding the last question. "So how are you doing?"

"Never been better! I'm Professor Sprout's apprentice now," said Neville cheerfully which explained the young man's presence in Hogwarts even after the graduation.

The young man was a genius in Herbology, just like Severus was a genius in Potion. He was happy to see his friend strived after his favourite subject. Merlin knew that the young man deserved that.

"That's great! You are always really good at it!" he praised heartily.

"Thanks, Harry!" Neville blushed. "How about you? I heard that you are taking a medical school in U.S."

Averting his eyes to the ceiling, he suppressed the urge to blush himself and said, "There is a sudden change of plan."

Neville frowned then brought his face closer and whispered anxiously, "Is it a trouble with the Death Eaters?"

"Err… Nothing like that," he said a bit embarrassed because it wasn’t as if he could say the truth to Neville. "Really, I just changed my mind at the last minute."

More likely someone helped to change it for me, he added silently as he looked past Neville's head, straight at the High Table where the Headmaster and Professors sat.

Severus was sitting in the middle of the High Table. The man was as lovely as usual even with a scowl on his face. Harry blinked as he noticed a woman that was leaning far too close to Severus for his liking. His face must have betrayed his feeling of dislike because Neville suddenly interrupted his thought.

"Harry, is there something wrong?" asked Neville worriedly.

"What?" He snapped his attention back to Neville and forced himself to be calm. "No, nothing is wrong."

"Err- Neville, can we talk again later? I need to talk to the Headmaster," he said quickly, not wanting to unleash his displeasure on the wrong person.

Neville who was probably mistaken the whole things as the official business from the Ministry, just shrugged and said, "No problem, I'll be at Hogwarts most of the time. See you later, Harry!"

"Yeah, see you later, Neville," he said before striding steadfastly over the Hall.

He gritted his teeth and wondered whether Hogwarts would be concerned over disappearance of another Professor because he was itching to hex someone right now. However, before he could reach the High Table, Professor Sinistra suddenly put her hand on Severus's shoulder as she leaned in to whisper something to him.

A beast inside of him growled in rage. Woman, get the hell away from him!

End of Chapter 11

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A million thanks to my Beta, Cazzylove XD And thank you for still reading this story *hugs* I apologize if mature scenes didn’t suit your taste. I admit that I’m pretty terrible at mature theme… ^_^; I’ll keep this chapter as it is for a week because I’m not sure about the rating system in here. After that I’ll move the mature scene to my lj account. As usual, any review will be welcomed very warmly.
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