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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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For any poetry buffs out there - the quote is from ‘Come Not When I Am Dead’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

Harry stood stunned at Lucius’ words, Severus’ face mirroring his expression. Lucius ran trembling fingers through his white blond hair and sat in Severus’ comfortable armchair, he sighed.

“I’m sorry my old friend, I could not tell you.” Lucius’ eyes seemed filled with genuine emotion, Severus took a step towards him and then stopped.

“Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,” Severus’ voice rich and even as he spoke, “To trample round my fallen head.”

Bewildered Harry stared at the man as if was crazy, Lucius sat for a second and then smiled, clearing his throat to reply.

“And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save,” He paused to look at Harry, then back to Severus, “There let the wind sweep and the plover cry, But thou, go by.”

The silence that followed was profound, Severus gave Lucius a weary smile and pulled him into a hug. Harry felt like he was intruding, he turned to look at the fire. Strange feelings filling inside him, sadness at what had happened to the both men at the snake faced bastard’s hands and jealousy. His hands were itching to tear Severus away from Lucius’ grateful arms, the thought of Severus’ body against anyone’s but his was hitting him in the gut like a physical pain.

“Harry?” Severus’ tone was concerned and anxious.

“Yes,” Harry was shocked at the quiet sound of his own voice as he replied, “What was that poem?”

“It’s a code we use to identify fellow order members.” Severus still looked at Harry with a strange expression, trying to read Harry’s emotion.

Harry could feel curious, accessing eyes fixed on him from across the room, he glanced at Lucius. Noticing how tired and bedraggled the usually coiffed man appeared to be. With a fake placating smile on his face, he turned to Severus, hoping that he would accept his reassurance that everything was fine. The doubt in his head still lingered.

Have they ever been together?

Severus merely stared deeper into Harry’s avoiding gaze, a small smile flittered across his dark eyes. Unmindful of their audience he scooped Harry into a intimate hug, pressing his body hard against Harry’s. Breath hot on Harry’s neck, a flicker of tongue along Harry’s pulse point. Body leaning into the touch, Harry bit his lips to resist the urge to moan, his cock firming under the sheet. A soft voice spoke low into his ear.

“Stupid boy.. I’m yours.”

A loud embarrassed clearing of Lucius’ throat breaking the moment between them. Pulling apart reluctantly, Harry glancing down to check his erection was not obvious. Thankful for the draping of the sheet, he walked back to the warmth of the fire. His back deliberately facing away from the amused eyes of the haughty blond.

My dream!

The images flooding Harry’s mind from the sick fantasy Voldemort had forced him to watch at the forefront of his distressed mind. Spinning around wildly, his face flushed and eyes filled with worry.

“We have to speak to Dumbledore, “ Harry looked at Lucius, something in his eyes made the blond pale, “Lucius is telling the truth.. Voldemort wants Draco.” the words making his mouth feel dirty.

Severus’ obsidian eyes flared with anger, Harry saw his fists clenched. The look on Severus’ face was chilling, murderous intentions clear in the fire filled look. Lucius was wringing his hands together, trembling that his worst fear had been confirmed. Scared eyes suddenly shot up, a frantic look on his face

“Could the Dark lord have gotten to Draco?” voice high with emotion, Lucius ran to the door. Immediately Severus grabbed his arm, pulling him to sit down. Lucius struggled as the man reassured him that The Dark Lord could have not breeched the wards at the school. Finally, his struggles ceased, slumping into the chair, his face ashen.

Unsure of what to do, Harry stood on the periphery of the men. Lucius’ lowered head looked up at him. His eyes kept darting back and forth between Harry and Severus. Harry had to hold the laugh he could feel building at the sight of a more and more flustered Lucius.

“So you and Potter?”

Severus hitched an eyebrow at him, tensing , waiting for the expected comments regarding their relationship. Lucius shrugged and smiled at them both, laughter in his grey eyes.

“Makes sense,” He sat back in the chair, eyes filled mirth, “You always did like pretty boys.” Severus spluttered, Harry burst out laughing.

With narrowed eyes, Severus grabbed Harry’s arm and pulled him into the bed, shouting behind him to Lucius about them having to get dressed. Slamming the door behind him, he pounced on Harry. Bestowing a passion filled kiss as Harry felt himself being guided back to the bed, tongues duelling. Severus pulled away long enough to pull off his dressing gown, hands tugging at the sheet covering Harry. Severus’ fingers frantic to touch his skin, Severus peppering Harry’s face and neck with kisses.

Harry’s protests falling on deaf ears as he was pushed on to the bed, the naked potion master climbing up his body. Harry moaning as Severus hot tongue licked across the head of his quickly filling cock.

“Fuck!” The breathy tone of Harry’s eager voice swallowed by Severus as he crashed their mouth together. Murmuring against Harry’s mouth, Harry caught two of the words.

“Fuck me.”

Fingers with a mind of their own twirled through the ink black hair, tugging Severus’ head up, exposing his pale throat. Adam’s apple twitching as Harry nipped at the pulse point, the feel of the blood flowing through Severus’ veins beating against Harry’s tongue.

“Your mine.” the statement followed by a nip on the jugular, Severus writhing with pleasure. His hot smooth cock rubbing along Harry’s toned stomach, leaving slick trails. The tip of Harry’s cock nudged against the tight entrance, Severus gasped at the sensation, mouthing yes, yes ,yes into Harry’s shoulder. Mumbling a quick lubrication spell, Harry pushed up, the ring of muscle giving way to the pressure. The feel of Severus’ hot tunnel surrounding his throbbing cock nearly forced a scream from Harry’s throat. Severus gasped loudly into Harry’s mouth, sucking on his tongue as Harry thrust up from underneath, fucking him with sure and steady strokes. The heat in the room seeming to intensify, the slick slap of Severus’ taut arse cheeks against Harry’s balls reverberating throughout the room.

“Faster.” Severus begged, sucking around Harry’s questing tongue.

Their breath coming in loud pants, Harry groaned as he increased the pace. The muscles in his thighs trembling under the strain, the fluttering of Severus around the base of his cock driving him swiftly to the edge. Reaching up while keeping the pace fast, Harry wrapped his fingers around the hot length of Severus. A smile on Harry’s flushed face as Severus arched his back, pushing himself down hard. Harry’s cock sliding along the little pleasure nub on every thrust, the clenching of Severus making him whimper. Stroking Severus’ dripping shaft in time with his hard thrusts, Harry felt his climax rushing up.

“I’m close.” he breathed out, mouth dry and heart pounding.

Severus’ face pink, glistening with sweat, dark eyes fevered with arousal. He slammed himself down hard, clenching rhythmically around Harry’s member. The combined feel of his entrance trembling and his tunnel pulsing pushed Harry over the edge.

“Severus!” he screamed, his moan of pleasure dragging Severus’ release from him. The feel of Severus quivering around him as his cock spilled over Harry’s hand and stomach was too much for Harry. Strings of come hitting his hot skin, Harry gasping as his balls emptied themselves deep inside the shaking man.

Lying sated in each others arms, chests stuck together and breathing slowly to calm their racing hearts. Eyes flew open as Harry realized that they had forgotten that Lucius was in the other room.

“Shit, do you think he heard us?” Harry whispered then laughed shakily at his hushed tones. Severus smiled and held Harry tighter, hot breath on Harry’s neck.

“Mm probably.” the laugh in his voice making Harry wonder whether Severus had deliberately forgotten to put the spell up.

Casting a quick scourgify over them, Harry threw on some clothes. His gaze frequently drifting towards the man, his thoughts becoming dark. The images of Draco crying filling his head, the boy changing into Severus, Voldemort touching and caressing his skin. Harry shivered, looking up to see Severus observing him with a worried expression.

“I’m ok,” Harry tried to offer a smile but found his face incapable of producing anything more than a weak effort.

The walk to Dumbledore’s office was silent and filled with apprehension. Lucius kept snatching surreptitious looks at them, face pinking up when Harry caught his gaze. The sentry looked at Harry with pure filth as they approached, Harry found himself dying to stick his tongue out at the statue. Reining his childish feelings in as they were begrudgingly given entry. Dumbledore sat at his desk, face tired and pale. He greeted the three men with a fleeting smile. Harry sat, mind drifting as the men discussed how best to protect Draco. Closing his tired eyes and relaxing back into the chair, without meaning to Harry drifted into sleep.

Crying. The first sound that Harry could hear. Quiet sobs coming from the open door. The long dark corridor felt ominous, a ghost of a shiver ran down Harry’s back as he cautiously walked towards the door.

A cruel laugh breaking the silence, Harry froze for a moment. He recognised the laugh, the mean quality though the snake like hiss was not there.

Voldemort

The door loomed in front of him, mind screaming to wake up. Scared at what he would find behind the door, Harry pushed it open. Hand automatically flying up to hold in the scream.

Voldemort stood over the bed, a naked man lying face down, sobbing uncontrollably into the pillow below. Red bleeding welts crossing the man’s back, the red shocking next to pale skin. Voldemort smiled, Harry shocked at his appearance. Standing there was a human Voldemort, older than when Harry met him as Tom Riddle. Malice still burned from his eyes though as he reached to drag fingertips through the blood pooling on the man’s back.

Harry felt sick at the expression of delight on Voldemort’s face as the whimpers of pain echoed through the bedroom. The man moved, struggling to get away, the glint of metal from the manacles holding the man in place caught Harry’s attention. A surprised gasp as he noticed the dark mark, fresh and bleeding on the man’s arm as he pulled at his restraints. Frantically Harry looked over the man’s body, slender, pale skin and dark hair that was plastered with tears to the man’s face.

No, no please don’t let it be him!

Bile rising in his throat at the smear of blood gracing the man’s thigh, noting the state of undress of the smiling Voldemort, a silk dressing gown loosely tied, sweat still glistening on his evil face. He reached down, opening the gown to expose his blood covered cock which began to firm up as Harry’s watched with anguishing eyes.

“The night has only just begun, I have such plans for you, my beautiful Severus.”

Harry screamed at the words.

Jolting awake, scream spilling from him in breathy gasps. Dumbledore flinched, Lucius jumping at the sound. Severus immediately pulling a still screaming Harry into his strong arms. Harry’s’ heart pounding, mouth dry, his voice cracking as the scream tapered down to a soft sob. The warmth and scent of the man filling him with contentment. Slowly he sagged into Severus‘ arms, body relaxing into the potion master’s loving embrace.

“Harry, what’s wrong, was it another dream of Draco?”

Harry lifted his face to look at him, feeling the tears brimming freshly in his eyes. The image of a naked, crying Severus breaking his heart. Shaking his head, Harry struggled to speak, opening his mouth only to push Severus away to lean over the side of the chair and vomit. Warm fingers rubbing the nape of his neck, breath blown over his face, cooling his heated skin. Lucius casting a spell to clean up the mess, Dumbledore placing a cup of hot tea in his hand. Harry opened his streaming eyes, blurry shapes came into focus. Dumbledore and Lucius wearing the same worried expression, Severus looking deep inside him searching for the reasons for his despair. A whispered word and Harry felt the sensation of his mind being opened. Images being pulled to the front of his mind, a crying Draco, a blood covered Severus, the dark mark bleeding on his forearm. Severus pulled out with a choked gasp, Harry opening eyes that he wasn’t even aware were closed.

“Oh.” Severus stumbled back, landing on the floor with a dull thud. Severus’ shocked face slack at first, then his chin began to tremble, eyes welling with tears, Pulling his knees up to his chest, curling in on himself, Severus began to cry. Tears pouring down his face, Harry slipped down from the chair to wrap himself around the sobbing man. Placing little kisses on his face and hair, fingers rubbing Severus’ hitching back. Heart breaking at the words spilling from Severus’ lips.

“How can you want me?.. I’m tainted.. Dirty.. I love you so much,” he sobbed harder, the next three words making Harry want to find Voldemort and rip his head off, “Don’t hate me.” spoken so quietly and full of heartbreaking anguish.

Harry pulled Severus’ chin up making the man look him in the eyes, the fear shining from them. Harry leaned forward and brushed his lips against his brow.

“I love you.” Harry kissed his eyelids, feeling the lashes flutter under his lips, placing kisses all over Severus’ face. Severus’ tears began to slow, eyes fixed on Harry as if checking to see if he was telling the truth, Harry brushed a lock of hair from Severus’ face. Dark eyes lit up at the gesture, he graced Harry with a shaky smile. Harry turned to look at Dumbledore who took a step back at the expression on Harry’s face.

“Find me a way to kill that fucking snake faced bastard!” Severus cringed in his arms at the vehement words.
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