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Wrong time, right place	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 83477 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Warning - angst

The gargoyle stood sentry at Dumbledore’s door. Harry covered with sweat, breath gasping and heart racing.

“Let me in!” He shouted, struggling to get his breath.

“Password.” It asked in bored tone.

“I don’t know. Please let me in.” Harry could feel his anger building, the sweat cooling on his heated skin doing nothing to cool his rage.

“Headmaster Dumbledore is not to be disturbed.” the authority in its voice doing nothing to calm Harry.

“Please! it’s a matter of life and death!” Harry pleaded, nearly throwing himself to his knees to beg if necessary. His heart thudding and the despair tearing him apart inside.

“Still need a password.” its tone making Harry want to smash it with a hammer. His fingers twitched around his wand, the feeling of helplessness overwhelming.

He could be dying as I stand here!

Please let him be ok.

The last thought chanting over and over again in his head. He reached up, pressing the wand to the face of the statue.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” Spit flying as he screamed.

The door behind flew open, Dumbledore stood there, face worried and drawn. Harry’s heart stopped for a moment.

He’s dead

Dumbledore appeared to read his thoughts, grasping the already slumping body of Harry. Harry’s sobs deafening in their intensity, his body shaking with grief.

“Shhh, Harry, I don’t know anymore than you do.” Dumbledore’s calming voice slowly sinking in, Harry sagged as he was led to a chair.

“He’s gone to him.” Harry said, his voice so filled with disbelief. Dumbledore appeared to unsure of how to deal with him. He touched Harry’s shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

“I know.” Dumbledore’s tone was weary and troubled.

“Voldemort knows..,” Harry wasn’t sure if he should complete the sentence, he took a breath, “I think he knows about us.”

If Dumbledore was shocked at Harry’s revelation, he didn’t show it. Instead he paced back and forth in front of Harry. His body language indicating that he was agitated and for once appeared to not know what to do.

“We have to save him!” Harry shouted, his voice cracking with anguish.

Dumbledore paled at Harry’s outburst, with a sigh he sat on the chair to the side of him. His hand grasped Harry’s, his fingers warm and strangely soothing.

“Severus can look after himself, Harry.”

Launching himself from the chair, Harry spun to stare at the man he had come to think of as a grandfather with a hurt look. Contempt building, a blinding rage beginning to flow through his veins. The candles flickered, the cup of tea on Dumbledore’s desk exploded. The shards showered the room, Dumbledore sank back in the chair. Lifting his hands in a placating gesture, his face stunned.

“Harry, Harry..,” his voice meek, Harry regarded him coolly, “I mean that Severus must know what he’s doing.”

“He’ll kill him.” Harry’s voice so quiet and scared. The anger dissipated instantly replaced with helplessness.

Dumbledore opened his arms, the void filled immediately with a tearful Harry. Words sobbed out into his chest.

“Please, please.. Don’t let him be killed.. I.. love him.” the last three words spoken so timidly that Dumbledore almost didn’t hear them. A soulful look on his face he tightened the hug.

“Oh Harry, my poor boy.”

Dumbledore sat with a weeping Harry, his arms wrapped around him as if to protect him. The expression on his face showing that maybe this time he couldn’t, he thought back to the conversation with Severus, five days ago.

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Flashback

Dumbledore sat at his desk, the day had been a difficult. Informed at dinner that Harry had yet another detention with Severus. Deciding that he would need to have a long talk with his resident potion master.

The chiming of the clock informed him that it was just after midnight. The hushed tones of someone uttering his password filled his ears. The door opened, a flustered and clearly distressed Severus flew into the room. Dumbledore feared the worst, either he had heard from Voldemort or something had happened to Harry.

“Severus, what has happened?” his question greeted by wild eyes.

“I .. the boy.. Oh Merlin what have I done.” Severus slumped into a chair, his head buried in his hands.

“Harry?, what has happened?, has there been an accident?” Dumbledore truly worried now, the behaviour from Severus was frightening.

Severus let out a despairing moan and shook his head. Dumbledore knelt down next to him. A horrifying thought running through his mind. Tentatively, he asked the question.

“Have you hurt him? Was there some sort of problem?” He heard Severus mumbling and shaking his head.

“Severus, please what has happened, is it the Dark Lord?”

Severus lifted his head, eyes red and unseeing. The laugh that spilled from his mouth was anything but happy, the end of the laugh becoming sobs.

“Oh how much easier it would be, if it were merely the Dark Lord!” Severus spat, his self loathing almost seeping from his very pores.

“My boy, please tell me why you’re so upset?”

“I fucked him.”

For a brief moment Dumbledore was stunned at the words Severus used, unsure if he had heard correctly. His first thought was that Severus was referring to Voldemort. The look in Severus’ eyes changing his mind, he stumbled back, hand flying to his mouth in shock.

“Harry?”

The tears began to flow again, Severus turned his face away from him. The hurt and distress radiating from him. Dumbledore swept down and pulled the man into his arms.

“My dear boy, why are you in this state?”

Dumbledore asked, not sure how or what to say to the hysterical man. Red, bloodshot eyes looked up to regard him with an expression that told Dumbledore that Severus thought he was crazy. The stunned look of disbelief at the question, Severus spluttered.

“Did you hear what I said, I slept with HARRY!” the last word shrieked.

“I heard you, did you not want to?”

The stunned look that filled Severus’ eyes would have been comical in any other circumstance. Severus shook his head as if he thought he must be dreaming, Dumbledore appeared calm.

“I.. I.. yes.” Severus sighed, “I mean yes I wanted to.”

“Is it what Harry wanted?” Dumbledore prayed the answer was positive.

For a brief second Severus seemed unsure of what to say, slowly a horrified look crept across his face.

“Merlin, what have I done?” his voice filled with self deprecation, it made Dumbledore’s heart ache.

“Severus, is it what he wanted?” Breathing a quiet sigh of relief when Severus nodded.

“Then what is troubling you?”

Severus flew from the chair, agitated, his arms gesturing wildly. Voice high and disbelieving.

“Is that all you have to say!,” he paced back and forth in front of the headmaster, “I tell you I’ve corrupted the boy and you ask what’s troubling me!”

Dumbledore held up his hand in a surrendering way, the twinkle still in his eyes.

Harry and Severus?

Yes, I think its what they both need.

“The boy is of age, you are not breaking any rules.”

Severus huffed and walked over to Fawkes, who ruffled her feathers indicating her agreement with the headmaster.

“Why are you saying this?” Severus’ tone was distrustful, Dumbledore sighed.

When will he learn that I have his best interests at heart?

“Severus, you deserve to be happy.”

Dark eyes filled with tears, he shook his head negating that statement. Running a shaking hand through his ink black hair.

“I’m a monster, he deserves someone that can love him.” The words filled with such sadness, Dumbledore felt himself sag in the chair. Bewildered by his potion masters reluctance to follow his heart.

“Do you not love him?”

Severus turned his head, eyes downcast.

“What have you done? Please say you haven’t left Harry to wake alone?”

“Worse, I left a note,” Severus paled further as he seemed to remember something, “I was unnecessarily cruel.”

“My dear boy, I suggest you make haste and rectify the situation, we both know that Harry can be unpredictable at best.”

Severus seemed galvanised into action, running to the door. He turned to look at Dumbledore, eyes bright.

“You really believe I deserve to be happy?, we’re at war.”

“My boy, whether at war or not,” He smiled at the man he considered to be like a son to him, “When you find love you hold on to it.” His own voice cracking with resurrected memories. Severus looked concerned at the melancholy tone the headmaster used, the old man raised his hand waving for him to leave. With a swish of his cloak, Severus was gone.

End of flashback

The recent events with Harry informed Dumbledore that Severus had been too late to stop Harry from being hurt. Despairing of the pair, Harry taken to his bed and Severus more unapproachable than ever before. Filled with gladness when it appeared that the two men had finally sorted out their problems and moved on with their tentative relationship.

Now sat with a weeping Harry in his arms, Dumbledore found himself for the very first time in a quandary of what to do. A thought forming in his head, he lifted Harry’s face to look at him.

“You have a connection with Severus?” seeing Harry’s look of confusion, he elaborated, “A mental connection, can you break through Severus’ mental shields?” Praying that his hunch was right, Dumbledore held his breath. Harry nodded, eyes beginning to shine with the realization of where this conversation was going.

“I want you to try and open the connection with him.”

“What will that do?”

“I have found a new spell that should break through Voldemort’s wards long enough for Severus to apparate, if he needs to.”

Harry hugged the man tightly, his body sagged with relief. Dumbledore tried to smile, reluctant to tell Harry that it may not work.

Harry could end up watching Severus die.

The smile on Harry’s face convinced him not to say anything. He led Harry to a comfy chair in front of the fire.

“I need you to relax and concentrate on a moment when you felt emotionally close to Severus, understand?”

Nodding his agreement, Harry relaxed back into the chair and closed his eyes. A small happy smile flittered briefly across his face, Dumbledore wondered what was going through the boy’s mind.

Harry felt the chair sink around him, his body felt warm and sleepy. His mind searching for a memory, the sex they had shared raced past his mind’s eyes, but that wasn’t the image he stopped on.

Its true… I am yours

A smile on his face, heart beating fast at the memory, he reached out for Severus’ mind.

Voldemort was laughing, a hissing sound that made Harry’s skin crawl.

“So Severusssss what do you think of the entertainment?”

Harry followed around the room. Surprised when he realized he had no control over anything.

I’m inside Severus!

The scanning of the room stopped on the vision of a naked Lucius Malfoy and equally naked dark haired man on the floor. Lucius thrusting effortlessly into the moaning man. The light in the room, making his skin glisten with the exertion. Low gasps and moans filled Harry’s ears.

A scaly arm wrapped around his shoulders as he was led to sit on a high-backed chair, Voldemort immediately taking the throne like chair next to it.

“So, you didn’t answer my question, dear Severussss.” a laugh in his voice.

“It seems that Lucius is enjoying himself.” Severus replied with a dead pan voice. His eyes drawn to the dark haired man now straddling Lucius. The light shining on Lucius’ slick cock as it slid in and out of the man. Severus felt a brief twitch in his trousers at the sight. If he squinted his eyes, the dark haired man could have passed for Harry.

Harry

he’ll hate me when he wakes

I hope he understands why I’m here

I must protect him at any cost

NO!! please don’t stay here.

Harry knew that his plea’s had not been heard, the terror began to build. Voldemort turned to face Severus, eyes narrowed.

“Do you know the Potter boy dreamsss about youuu?”

Severus’ heart stopped beating for a second, schooling his face into a look of disgust. Voice calm and uninterested as he replied.

Does he know?

“How interesting, pray tell what sick adolescent fantasies does he imagine?” Severus spat out with disdain.

“Oh yes, my lord, please tell.” Bellatrix’s mad voice asked with excitement.

Piss off ! You mad bitch

Keep grovelling to him darling, unless you have a giant cock under your dress he won’t be interested!

Harry couldn’t help the laugh that escaped at Severus‘ thoughts. He watched as Bellatrix edged closer to Voldemort, who paid her no mind. Voldemort’s attention was split between Severus and watching Lucius fucking the man.

Pervy old git!

So Voldie has a thing for Lucius?

“He imaginessss dominating youuu.”

Bellatrix let out a breathy giggle, the arousal clear in her voice. Her face flushed, eyes twinkling even more madly.

“Yes, yes… Oh Sevvy.. Can you imagine that?” she asked practically bouncing in her chair.

“Not particularly no.. the boy at best, is a pain in my arse.”

And what a wonderful pain it is!

Oh yes! you mad slitty eyed snake skinned maniac.. Harry has the most fabulous cock!

Harry was stunned at the thoughts racing around in Severus’ head. Flashes of the night they spent together swirling around in Severus’ mind, his mental shield strengthened at the thought of returning to him.

I must play this very carefully

“My dearest Severussss.. I regret that I must ask a difficult favour of you,” Voldemort reached to squeeze his shoulders, unaware he had caught where Harry had bitten him earlier. Severus had healed the wound but the area was still tender.

The vivid image of Harry above him, mouth covered in his blood as his cock thrust deep inside filled Harry’s mind. His breath taken away at the intense emotion he felt from Severus.

“Whatever you ask my Lord I will do.” Severus answered in cowering, compliant tones, head bowed.

“I wanttt youuu to gett closeee to the boyyy.”

Severus’ head shot up, knowing the look of surprise would be written all over his face. Voldemort seemed amused at his response, he patted his shoulder in a comforting way. Severus felt the bile rise in his throat, Harry felt it too. His flesh wanted to crawl off the bone to get away from the man’s cold touch.

“I’m sorry, my lord.. I think I misheard you.” Severus said, making sure to colour his voice with disbelief.

“I think you know what I mean.. befriend him, make him trust you,” Voldemort’s fingers began to caress Severus’ shoulder, “then take him, break him and then bring him to me.”

“Take him?”

Bellatrix seemed beside herself at the thought, hand under her skirt. Her moans becoming louder as she touched herself. Severus turned his head away from her and focused his eyes on Lucius, who lay reclining as the man sucked his cock.

Suddenly Voldemort was close to his ear. His voice filled with excitement, hissing more pronounced as he whispered in Severus’ ear.

“Fuckkk himmm, make him yoursssss.. Break hisssss heart then bringgg him to meee.”

“Yes, my lord.” Severus closed his eyes, trying to ignore the ache in his heart.

“Youuu mayyy leaveee.”

Severus almost sagged with relief at being allowed to leave. A bony hand grabbed his shoulders pulling him down to his knees. Severus knew better than to resist. Bellatrix moans increased in intensity, her excitement for what she knew would happen next was clear.

“I have to punish youuu forrr not cominggg sooner ,my Severusssss”

Severus tensed, his body knowing what would come next.

“CRUCIO!”

NOOOOO!!!

Harry sat bolt upright screaming, the pain coursing through his body as he broke the link. He sagged, the sound of him panting filled the otherwise silent room. He leaned over by the fire and heaved. Dry hacking heaves, finally slumping down.

“Harry?” Dumbledore asked, frantically.

“He’s alive.. that bastard is crucioing him for being late!” Harry shouted his voice filled with venom.

Dumbledore paled but did not seemed surprised, anger began to build inside Harry.

“He does it all the time, doesn’t he!” Dumbledore lowered his eyes unable to meet Harry accusing gaze and nodded.

“And you let him go back for more!” Harry said, his tone disbelieving.

“He has too.” A tired voice said from the doorway.

Harry’s heart stopped beating, lifting his eyes to look at an ashen faced Severus leaning heavily on the doorframe. Harry jumped to his feet and ran to him. He nearly knocked Severus over as he pulled the man into a bone crushing hug, Harry felt his eyes filling with tears.

“Ah hem, Gentleman.. I think that you could both do with some rest, Severus, we will talk in the morning.” Dumbledore looked at Harry with an apologetic smile. Harry scowled and buried his face against Severus warm neck.

“Harry, stay with me?” Severus whispered into his ear.

Harry nodded eagerly, he reached down to lace their fingers together as they approached the floo. Neither of them capable of walking the distance to the dungeons in their weary state.

Severus’ bedchamber was cold and dark as they emerged from the fireplace. Harry stumbled and tried to right himself. Face flaming with embarrassment, Severus tried to smile but his face showed he was too exhausted. Walking tiredly, throwing himself on the bed with a moan. Harry stood by the bed, watching him. His heart missed a beat when Severus held out a hand for him to join him. Harry smiled and muttered the spell to remove their clothes, Severus gasped at the sensation. Harry lay next to him and reached down to pull the sheets over them. Turning and positioning himself in the nook under Severus’ arm, reassured by the steady thud of his heart against his ear.

The room tranquil as they lay in each others arms. A soft kiss bestowed to the top of Harry’ head, Severus let out a contented sigh. The sound washing over Harry, his heart began to beat faster. Harry kissed the smooth skin near his mouth, the slow relaxed mood changing. Harry could feel the heat start to build, their pulses began to race. Severus let out a quiet moan as Harry followed the kiss with a swipe of his tongue, the taste of Severus’ skin was addictive to him.

Smile on his face, Harry could hear the rapid beating of Severus’ heart. Concerned about the potion master being injured, he moved slowly. Licks and soft kisses on every inch of skin as he slid down his body.

Severus’ cock firming quickly at the feel of Harry’s exploring lips on his fevered skin.

The feel of the soft flesh responding under his touch was making Harry hard, his cock sticking up and occasionally rubbing against the sheet under him. The sensation was maddening, wanting to rut against the man beneath him instead. Harry ran delicate fingers down Severus’ chest, teasing his hip bone and bypassing the rising cock. His kisses following the trail his fingers had taken, tongue running along the visible hip bone. Looking up to stare into wild looking obsidian eyes.

“You should eat more.” Harry said before his tongue lapped at Severus’ skin.

“Mmm maybe if you were the plate I ate off?” Severus’ voice husky and sex filled.

“Anytime, only if you return the favour,” with a mischievous smile Harry ran the tip of his tongue along Severus’ hot shaft, “In fact I’m quite fancy something to suck, right now.”

Severus threw his back and laughed, Harry joining him. Harry felt Severus run his fingers through his hair, a light caress, Harry moaned at the feel of those potion stained fingers massaging his scalp. Rewarding Severus with small kittenish licks and soft kisses along the underside of his cock.

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“Harry.” that one word whispered with such emotion that Harry felt his heart flutter.

Pulling away to move so he could lie between Severus’ legs, his cock trapped under him and against the sheet below. Resisting the urge to thrust himself into the mattress, Harry kissed the dripping head of Severus’ rigid cock. Severus moaned, his hips bucking up. Harry followed the movements, his tongue licking him like a lollipop. Broad wet strokes, leaving the shaft shiny in the candlelight. Relishing the change in pitch of Severus’ moans as he swirled his tongue around the head, teeth nibbling lightly at his foreskin.

“Yes!” Severus shouted, his face flushed and eyes squeezed shut.

Harry kept the licks light, Severus’ moans become deep and long. Harry’s own hips beginning to rut into the bed, the friction of the sheets leaving his cock hard and aching.

A long line of pre-come ran down Severus’ shaft, Harry chased it with the tip of his tongue. The bitter taste making him moan as he lapped the essence from the source, tongue dipping into the slit. This treatment continued until Severus was gibbering and pleading for more. Taking pity on the begging man, Harry engulfed the head of Severus cock and slowly lowered his mouth. Conscious of choking as this was only the second time he had done this, he tried to mimic Severus’ technique. Slow licks as he pulled his head up and trying to swallow on the downward move. Slurping noises filled the room as Harry’s mouth began to water, his taste buds alive with the taste of the potion master. Rutting himself harder into the sheets below, the tingling in his balls increasing as he devoured the gasping man.

The fingers still in his hair tightened, Harry looked up into fevered dark eyes. Severus tried to pull him off, his moans hitting their peak. Harry realizing he was warning him to pull away, doubled his efforts. Tongue doing impossible twists around the drooling slit, mouth nearly touching the base of Severus’ cock. The tip hit the back of his throat and slipped down. Harry gurgled and convulsively swallowed around the obstruction. The sensation making Severus scream in pleasure. Harry felt the shaft expand, mouth suddenly overflowing with hot salty come. Flooding his mouth and sliding down his throat, Harry desperate to swallow as much as he could. His hips fucking the mattress fast and hard. Cock erupting painfully as he emptied himself over the sheet below. His screams allowing some of Severus come to escape, dripping down his chin.

Harry was grabbed and hauled up on top of Severus, Harry’s cock spurted weakly on to Severus’ abdomen. Harry’s groan swallowed by Severus as he kissed him, tongue lapping at the spill of his own come decorating Harry’s face.

The kiss slowed, their heavy pants disappearing into each others mouth. Lips brushed gently as their hearts began to slow. Finally they broke apart to breathe, eyes staring at each other. Harry smiled, the grin becoming wider as Severus grinned at him. A long yawn emerged from Severus, Harry slipped reluctantly off his body and nestled in the crook of his arm again.

The room silent and filled the slow steady breaths of the two men relaxing into sleep. Harry lulled into dreams by the slow tempo of Severus’ heart.

“I love you.” Harry murmured sleepily, his body succumbing to sleeps call.

Silence in the room, broken by a voice, cracking with emotion.

“I love you Harry.” Severus whispered.
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