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Coming Home to You	By : freakenbree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 25092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Author’s Note: 10,000 hits guys! And barely a month into the fandom, I have gotten over 60,000 written words! I am dedicating this chapter to answering/thanking some fan reviews to all those who have continued to review! (Read End Note for the conversation I had with Snape and Harry on what they think of the story thus far!...and your comments on them XD )

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Chapter Fourteen

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Harry sat across from his two long-time friends, their faces ghastly pale as they took in the new information, worry and fear striking them to the cores and filtering through their wide eyes. Severus had stayed away, respecting that Harry wished to speak to them both privately, but not far. He swallowed around the lump growing, smiling sadly as the two looked close to passing out.

“You two are making me feel worse,” Harry said gruffly.

“But Harry,” Hermione started but was interrupted by Ron.

“Bloody hell! You can crack bloody stone with your magic! That’s wicked!”

Harry found himself laughing uncontrollably. Leave it to Ron to gather only that he was able to decimate their living quarters with sheer magic and nothing pertaining to how he was now with child, only to give birth in a few months time and uncontrollably powerful when in extreme emotional stress.

“Ronald,” Hermione warned. “Harry has had a hell of a few weeks and that’s all you can possibly come up with.”

“Stone, ‘Mione, his magic cracked stone,” Ron said as if convincing her of his point. “The ferret will run, tail between his legs when he sees that.”

“Ronald!”

“We can’t let it get to that point,” Harry said gravely. “I’m not safe.”

“So what will you do, Harry?” Hermione had finally questioned after Harry effectively shut Ron up. He looked down at his hands, twisting them and shaking his head slowly.

“I really have no idea,” he said. “Voldemort seems the least of my problems now.”

“Snake face doesn’t stand a chance,” Ron said after recovering from his silence. “Bet you’d crack him in two.”

Harry laughed again, shaking his head as he did so. Thankfully, Ron kept his head from going further into depression. He was truly grateful for his simpleminded friend.

“I do kind of feel good knowing if old Voldie decides to challenge me now,” Harry begun a bit eagerly. “I would defeat him no problem. However, we don’t even know at what cost. Until I meet with the council, I don’t know much of anything.”

“So this Whizwald person, he plans to train you?”

“He said my powers were much greater than what he had first expected and I would need to be trained by another,” Harry said eyeing her with a smile. “Guess even now I surprise people.”

“Bloody right,” Ron huffed.

“So when does he plan to take you to see the council?”

“Hopefully soon,” Harry whispered. “I can’t imagine having to face this without much information on how to control it.”

“I am truly sorry,” Hermione offered.

“I’m not,” Ron chimed. “Bloody stone.”

Harry smiled and offered his ginger-head friend a shrug. “Guess that’s a plus.”

*

Later that evening, Harry decided to find Severus who was near a cauldron, muttering curses and jotting notes to his side in a frantic haste.

“You alright?”

“Indeed,” the older wizard straightened and cast an impassive glance towards Harry.

“What are you doing?” he said looking towards the potion.

“Hopefully fixing the potion you will be consuming daily,” Severus said slightly exasperated. “I had not anticipated pregnancy to be an objective and thus have to reconfigure it. Hopefully I can successfully.”

“Hopefully no fish this time,” Harry laughed.

“I take pleasure in saying the fish will remain,” Severus gave him a smirk.

“What can we do in the meantime?” Harry came to stand near Severus, the man’s scent infiltrating his senses and immediately calming him. He rested his head on the man’s upper arm and a hand gently weaved fingers into his locks.

“It is my hope not to be ravaged by a hormonal Gryffindor brat every hour,” Severus rasped, but it seemed he was already feeling the effects of their touch. “I do not see how we should avoid it though. You are dreadfully compulsive and I have no mind of rejecting your offers.”

“Even in the middle of class?” Harry teased.

“I do believe you have an invisible cloak for a reason,” the man retorted.

“Oh yes,” Harry said near the man’s ear. “Of which I can taste you while you sit in front of a class full of first years.”

“Unlikely,” the man said simply, but continued to tense beneath Harry’s eager touches. He breathed in the man, pressing a soft kiss to the exposed patch of throat.

“Well then,” Harry whispered. “I’ll just do it here.”

He slid downwards; his hands followed his mouth as he knelt in front of the man and pried open the dark trousers. He heard Severus take a sharp breath as his fingers traced over the already growing erection inside. He could almost taste the man’s arousal, as if able to feed from it—of which he was. Running his tongue over the thinly covered erection, he tasted it, lavishing it with his hot tongue. Severus’ hand touched the top of his head, weaving fingers through his dark hair, and grasping gently as he continued to tease the pulsating head through the thin cloth.

“I would not be able to stay impassive if you were to during a lesson,” the man said breathlessly.

“Not like you to admit it,” Harry teased as he pulled the waistband down, exposing the flush head, dripping with pre-ejaculate and jumping slightly when he tasted the salty liquid. He growled low in his throat, greedy to taste more of it and pulled the large crown into his mouth. Running his tongue over the top and sliding along the slit, he felt the fingers momentarily tighten. He sucked minutely before popping off and staring upwards at the man.

Severus looked undone, his eyes capturing Harry’s in a lustful gaze. Harry licked his lips, causing the man to groan and pull his head back towards his erection.

“Merlin,” Severus hissed. “It should be a crime to look as sinful as you do.”

Harry smiled, pressing a kiss to the throbbing head before taking it back into his mouth, but this time drawing in all he could. He relaxed, breathing through his nose and swiping his tongue along the velvety flesh, immersed in the pleasure of his mate’s taste. He could feel his need building deep in his belly, spreading heat down his thighs and prickling them. He swallowed around the length and Severus gave way to throaty groan. He could tell the man was barely holding on as he pulled back and drove home again, swallowing eagerly. Severus tensed and his hand tightened in his locks painfully before he felt hot spurting liquid course into his ready throat. He swallowed it all eagerly, feeling his own release without having touched himself.

He pulled off, sliding his tongue over his mouth to capture what had escaped and causing a very spent professor to twitch with renewed arousal. He looked up, smiling triumphantly at the other and received a feigned glare. He stood up, painfully aware he had come just by sucking the man off, but had no time to think it through as a mouth was claiming him. Violently he was thrown down onto the top of the desk. He groaned against the mouth covering his, nipping the lip to chastise the man for being so forceful.

“Must not give the child what it wants,” Harry mocked. Severus forcefully pulled his trousers from his body, sliding hands on the insides of his thighs and forcing them open in a quick, demanding movement. Harry threw his head back as the man kissed his way from kneecap to just beyond his renewed erection, causing him to shiver with anticipation. He let out a guttural moan as lips tasted the left over ejaculation from before. A tongue bathed him, ridding him of his previous humiliation and sending him with renewed arousal to arch his spine in an effort of pleading the man to taste him.

“Your every move is enticing,” Severus laved at his crown causing him to cry out in pure ecstasy. He wanted the man over him, tasting his entire length. “Seductive and delectable the way you spread so readily for me.”

Harry moaned wishing those words would cease as each one was painfully pleasuring to hear.

“No matter how often I claim this youthful body,” Severus’ voice teased him, causing slight tremors underneath his skin. “It is never enough.”

“Gods Sev,” he said through his panting. “Stop teasing me.”

“Punishment, Mister Potter,” Severus chided. “For misconduct against your professor.”

“Oh fuck,” Harry cried out as the man took him to the hilt in one fluid movement. He had to hold back the energy that surged through him, setting his body on fire in light of the sensations the man’s mouth was eliciting. Despite it being his second go, he came hard after only a few bobs of the man’s head. Though, in his defense, the man’s mouth devoured him so hard it left him unable to deny himself the instant satisfaction.

“I had wondered how my desk would hold up to your writhing body,” Severus said through a smirk and standing through his open thighs only to snake over him, pressing his large erection to Harry’s puckered entrance, grabbing his legs and sliding them over his shoulders. “Shall we see just how much it can withhold?”

Harry bit down on his lower lip, drawing blood as the hard mass drove inside him, reopening his passage.

“I often wondered,” Severus continued as he pressed against Harry’s spot and throwing him into a series of curses. “How do you manage to stay so tight when I take you so often, Mister Potter?”

Harry groaned against the man, his body playing into the thrusts and meeting them eagerly. Unlike Severus, he could never truly voice anything other than curses or the man’s name during these liaisons. He let out a hiss as the wood chaffed painfully against his back but the pain was delicious. He moistened his lips to it, growling deep in his throat as his creature emerged and caused his eyes to glow with arousal.

*

Severus watched him, entranced by the minx that lay wanton beneath him. He thrust with relentless need into the accepting canal, hard muscle surrounding his flesh in a vice like grip with each push. The boy beneath him was every man’s desire—eager, insatiable, and vocal. No matter how often he took the emerald eyed creature now crying out beneath him, it was never enough; he could make a home in this body and never return to the outside world.

Hands curled into his long, potion greased hair, pulling him downwards into a needy kiss as both came simultaneously, their voices mingling within the kiss. He let himself fill the body beneath his, fully aware he had lost his entire being to this boy that had in a matter of weeks created such an obsession, an addiction to him that his very core ached when the boy was not near him.

He drew out of the unconscious creature, pulling Harry up and into his arms. He frequently passed out after a feeding it seemed, but he was not in the least annoyed as he settled the sleeping adolescent onto the bed. He would wake soon, but it seemed to be a defense or maybe a relaxation of the creature once they had consummated his hunger. He was concerned that these events would be a constant occurrence after their quickies during the day. Slowly, Whizwald’s words were entirely too accurate; Harry should be elsewhere as he would hardly attain any knowledge with his appetite every two to three hours.

Deciding to talk with Albus about the issue, Severus left his little mate to sleep in silence.

*

Harry woke, his body trembling beneath the cover of layers. He felt chilled to the bone, but could not figure out why. Sitting up, Harry shivered, his teeth chattering and looked for his mate nearby. He let out a stuttered breath, wrapping his arms tightly around himself. When he walked into the living quarters, only darkness met him. He shivered once more, his body trembling a bit more fiercely.

Walking further inside the room, he bit back a groan as the world around him swirled precariously. He cried out as he lost his footing falling to the floor with a loud crack. He let out a hoarse cry as his body began to convulse violently; the convulsions continued through the haze of his tears and violent shutters of light echoed along with his cries of pain.

Unlike any pain he had ever felt, not at the hands of Vernon, not even at the hands of Voldemort, Harry screamed in his fear and pain. It tore him, spreading and burning his insides. His cries became hoarse through the haze of pain that continued to send him writhing on the floor boards.

“Harry,” someone cried beyond his own voice. He felt a hand touch him, calming the convulsions into slight tremors. Harry stared through tear-filled eyes at the shadow above him, instantly knowing it to be Severus.

“I,” he tried to say, but then the pain came back, worse and sending him into an arch as the pain sliced through his spine. He screamed and did not hear the embodied voice echo off the walls. Minutes passed and suddenly voices of all kinds surrounded him, their worry barely registering over the pain wrecking havoc on his body. He cried out again, his shriek rasping barely and turned mute as he felt something tear from inside him. As if someone was tearing out his organs with their bare hands, the feelings overwhelmed his alert senses before he could register the voice from beyond, calling him out of his painful stupor.

“Take him to the bed,” the voice demanded. “Remove his clothes as well as yours Severus.”

He was lifted causing him to cry out once more. The sensations began to once more pulsate, burning his flesh.

“Full body contact,” the voice said through the haze of guttural shrieks. “The child within him is stripping his magic and life essence. He will die if he does not feed immediately.”

Slowly, his pain dulled as the contact warmed over him like a great wave, bringing his senses back. He whimpered through the subsiding pain.

“I am here,” a voice recognizably Severus’ filtered through.

Harry curled into the man, sobbing uncontrollably as the pain dulled to a soft ache. He rubbed against the man shamelessly as the voice continued from behind him.

“He needs to be seen right away. The council will offer what he needs to survive. Otherwise, I fear he may die if this occurs again. Do not think it will not. He is weak.”

“When can we depart?” the low rumble of the man’s voice echoed through his ears. It was comforting and he let out a sigh, pressing a kiss to the sound.

“Right away,” the other said. “If I am correct, he may not live through tomorrow if he does not receive care from the council.”

“Surely,” Harry heard Dumbledore break through. “You do not mean that the child could take his life.”

“Harry is a very rare occurrence among partials,” the man went on to explain though Harry paid little attention. “His powers are unlike I have ever seen and if he carries a child just as powerful and uncontrollable, the child will unknowingly take his life in order to bring itself into the world. He needs the elders’ power to contain the child’s powers.”

“What have I done,” the man said softly.

“Albus, I shall take him right away,” Severus said quickly. “I can feel him weakening.”

Harry felt it as well. He swirled beneath the surface, as if drowning just beneath the top of the water but unable to resurface to catch a lung full of air.

“He is fading quickly,” the voices sounded now as if they were under water and began to soften.

All he heard before his body sunk into darkness was Dumbledore’s soft agreement. “Take him…”

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End Note: Sorry about the cliffhanger and rather shorter chapter! But here’s my interview with Snape and Harry!!!

Brianna: How do you feel about the development of your romance?

Snape: Do you claim to mean how in every chapter you seem to have me losing control of my ability to not ravage the child?

Harry: He enjoys it

Snape: I beg your pardon, Potter.

Harry: I do love it when he begs

Brianna: How does it feel that my reviewers seem to think you’re a big softie?

Snape: Obviously they are incapable of reading

Harry: Or super perceptive

Brianna: A lot of the reviewers say that Sevvy is pretty protective…is that true Harry?

Harry: He gets jealous often enough

Snape: I am not jealous over a child

Harry: Lucius…

Snape: Do not speak that filthy man’s name

Harry: I rest my case

Brianna: Lucius has yet to make an appearance since the last time you two fought…any reason why?

Snape: I snuck an extremely potent potion for a rather nasty case of chicken pox into his pocket flask. I suspect he will not appear for several weeks yet. He must be covered in blistering, festering boils at present.

Brianna: Leave it to a potion’s master…

Harry: Did Severus slip poison into your coffee?

Brianna: He did, but he was not as lucky with me as he was Lucius.

Snape: It was a rather mild poison.

Harry: Severus! If you kill her, you kill us…have you yet to understand that?!

Snape: A welcomed death in that case…

Brianna: It’s commonly known that mean men on the outside are extreme softies on the inside.

Snape: Including Hitler?

Brianna: …well until next time, I hope you enjoyed this special installment!
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