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CH15 AN: Thank you to my reviewers: Thunderbird, like you I wish I knew why people don't always review. It's something I really do try and do for every story I read. Sometimes I just can't find something positive, which is when I don't. But 95% of the stuff I read gets a comment, mainly because I grovel for reviews, so it's only fair to reciprocate!
Glad you liked chapters 13 and 14, and you enjoyed Snape struggling to resist Harry. Enjoy chapter 15!
Book_addict_89, I'm glad you like Harry. Hopefully I've made it believable that he's coming to terms with all that's happened, and he hasn't just switched on a penny. Glad that you enjoyed Harry's “5 points to Slytherin” comment. I do try and add some levity, but humour is so hard to judge! Hope this chapter doesn't disappoint.
In my real life, work is about to get crazy busy, so I may not update every other day. I will try to, but ya know what life can be like!
And, in this story, I have one sex scene left to write, and the last part of chapter 28 and then it's done! Looking like it'll be 29 chapters, so this important one falls dead centre. Cool! SP
Minor warning. SP
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Chapter 15 – My sea of loathing
The days running up to Christmas were very pleasurable ones for Harry. He completed his homework and felt the smug satisfaction he had never felt before of having it all out of the way so that he could fully relax and enjoy the break. The evening he announced to Snape that he had completed all his tasks, he was gently pulled up from his chair and tugged into the older man's arms. As there was no place the youngster preferred, he made no attempt to flee and tilted his head back for the first of many deep kisses.
That night he felt the odd feeling of something being pushed into his anus, and writhed a little, face flaming with embarrassment as Severus moved in and out. His slick finger coated Harry's passage with oil and as the boy's arousal grew, his look of discomfort diminished until he was spreading his legs widely and groaning with pleasure.
Snape's free hand curled around the twitching shaft and worked the youth to climax.
The following days were spent with Harry's body being carefully stretched. Even though he winced when three fingers were pushed into him, he ground back, liking the feeling of fullness, and loving the sensation of Severus touching him so intimately.
On Christmas eve, after they had walked in the cold grounds and admired the frost glazing the trees in the forest and returned inside to hot chocolate and biscuits, the teacher had taken Harry by the hand and led him into a bedroom.
Cheeks burning as heat and excitement built in him, Harry clutched the palm eagerly and followed.
In Snape's room, the fire was roaring merrily and the covers on his bed were neatly turned down. He turned to face the younger man, face a little unsure of itself, almost as though he were expecting rejection. Harry shut the door behind him and walked into the other's embrace.
Their clothes were removed without hurry, in between deep kisses and teasing touches. It was then that Harry really discovered what his nipples were for. He moaned as they were rolled between fingers and thumb, groaned as they were kissed and plucked with wicked lips, and sobbed as they were licked and gently nibbled.
Aching with arousal, both men stripped and settled back on the bed, pulling thick covers over them to keep out the chill. Together, their body heat warmed the blanket cave and made them begin to sweat.
Opening his legs, the younger man let Snape prepare him – the familiar touch of the stroking fingers as they teased his hole, the slipperiness of the oil as it was brushed over him, then the slight ache as a digit was pressed in. It was all so exciting, knowing what would happen later. Two more fingers were pushed into him and a steady rhythm set up that had his hips grinding against the invaders, desperate for more.
Severus kissed Harry's neck and nipples as he felt inside. He panted, his dick throbbing with the knowledge of what they would soon be doing.
“Do it,” Harry choked out, his hips shifting violently. “Please, do it!”
Severus eased his fingers out and coated his shaft with a generous portion of the slippery oil. Eyes fixed on the younger man's face, he knelt between the slightly shaking thighs and spoke, “You don't have to do this, Harry, if you feel unsure. Don't be afraid of saying no if that is what you want.”
Harry shook his head, denying the words. “I want this, Severus. I – I'm just a little bit scared.”
Admitting something he had kept hidden, Snape said, “So am I.”
The green eyes were shocked at the confession. “Yes, Severus. Yes, I want you.” Harry reassured him, suddenly realising how far both of them were from their usual comfortable, everyday things.
Concentrating on ensuring Harry's possession was as pain free as possible, Severus held his dick as he guided it to the pucker. He nudged back and forth for a moment, just adjusting to the intense feeling of being close to where he had so longed to be. And then he began to breach the entrance.
Harry began screaming as Severus pushed in. And not a scream of pleasure. He shrieked in agony and begged the other man to get out of him.
Softening at once, Snape came free and dropped beside Harry, horrified at the pain on the still shuddering man's face. Tears spilled down Harry's cheeks and he whimpered, eyes closed.
“Harry?” the older man asked softly, hesitantly, when the worst of the pain seemed to have abated.
“It – it hurt, Severus. Like, really really badly. I – I thought I was being ripped open. Everything feels so t – tight.” He flushed, embarrassed, but recalling the fresh agony made him shake.
Snape was surprised. He'd expected the other man to be hesitant, even tense, but not to be in agony. And Harry had wanted this, so whatever the problem was wasn't just him remembering the rape and being afraid, it was an actual physical issue.
“Are things different, down there, since you were … attacked?” he asked, wondering why the hell he'd not thought to ask this question before.
Eyes still closed, Harry answered, “Yes. Going to the toilet to, you know, is uncomfortable now. Like it's all a bit too tight and won't … erm … stretch. But I thought maybe that was something to do with being a werewolf.”
Cursing himself for not taking better care of Harry when he had first been raped, Snape had a horrible feeling he knew what the problem was. And it was his fault.
“I think you might have some scar tissue in your passage from that first change. When you first came back here I did some healing, but obviously I didn't venture far enough in to ensure you repaired with as little scarring as possible.” Privately he thought that given the way Harry's other wounds had scarred, perhaps this wasn't his failing as much as a problem caused by the boy's condition. It made him feel less culpable, but no less sad: what if Harry was never able to have sex?
“Can you do anything now?” Harry asked, eyes opening and fixing on the man he had been trying to be intimate with. He was scared, Snape could see it, and it was the same fear he felt – Harry would never be able to have a normal sex life.
“I don't know. Werewolf bites don't heal properly, you know this.” Severus indicated the scarred mess of Harry's inner thigh. “But this wasn't a bite. And the entrance, where I was able to focus my healing, doesn't seem damaged.” He sighed. “I just don't know, Harry. I wish I did.”
“It wasn't so bad when it was just your fingers,” Harry admitted. “But when you were trying to put your … in, I couldn't take it. I wanted to, I really did. I just couldn't.” He closed his eyes again, not wanting the teacher to see how humiliated he felt.
Snape scratched his forehead, at a loss. Then suddenly aware of his nakedness, he left the haven of the bed and pulled on some clothes. Seeing Harry was still silently crying, he bent over and kissed the boy's forehead. “Whatever happens, we will find a way to make you happy,” he promised as he left Harry to try and sleep in another man's bed.
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Christmas Day was a miserable affair for them both. After having finally cried himself to sleep, Harry awoke feeling full of a head cold and puffy eyed. He got unenthusiastically out of Snape's bed and pulled on the clothes from the previous day. Out in the living space he saw Severus, eyes closed, head resting at a painful angle as he slept.
Too upset to wake the older man, Harry went to the kitchen area and stared down dully at the food stuffs. The platter was decorated with sprigs of holly and had been dusted with icing sugar to resemble snow. It looked very festive, but for some odd reason, Harry felt as far from festive as it was possible to be.
A noise from the other room alerted him to Snape's return to consciousness. A muffled “Ow!” told him that the other wizard had indeed passed an uncomfortable night. The sound of footsteps came closer and he didn't know what to do.
“Morning, Harry,” Severus said quietly. His voice was almost expressionless.
“M – morning,” Harry returned, feeling even more wretched now the man he had been unable to have sex with was standing so close.
They ate in silence.
When they had both stopped picking idly at the food and swigged down some cranberry juice (in honour of the day the House Elves had gone to the trouble of sending down red or green themed foods), Severus pushed the tray to one side and said softly, “I have given some thought to your injury and am somewhat at a loss to know how to heal it.” He glanced at the lightning bolt on the youngster's forehead. “I once heard Albus say even he couldn't remove that, but that was a long time ago, and magical medicine has moved on thankfully. Scars can be healed, in the right circumstances, but that is usually immediately after the injury has taken place. As I feel that you would be unwilling to take this matter to Madam Pomfrey or to St Mungo's, we must do the best we can.”
Dejected, Harry slumped. He had hoped that somehow Snape would know of some easy way to cure his problem and one thing would finally go right in his life.
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They had both gone very unwillingly to the Great Hall and had half-heartedly pulled crackers and played with the turkey on their plates.
Albus, wearing a truly ridiculous hat of pink silk, fake flowers, and real fruit, topped with whipped cream and a cherry, stared at them in concern, wondering what had happened to make the two men so desperately sad and uncomfortable. Popping a sprout into his mouth he chewed thoughtfully before leaning in to listen to the joke Minerva had finally freed from her cracker (one of the white mice had had it gripped between its teeth).
Food finished, Harry had trudged out of the hall, not looking to see if Severus was following him. He wasn't.
“Albus, can I have an urgent word?” Snape's voice was hissing and his face was drawn and tense.
Allowing himself to be led off to one side and reluctantly removing the bonnet, he looked expectantly into the dark eyes.
“Do you know any ways to heal old scars?” Severus asked, voice oddly intense.
Scratching his chin with his good hand, Dumbledore considered. “How old are we talking?”
Not wanting to reveal too much, Snape ground out, “Not an immediate injury, but not one that's been there longer than a year.”
Blue eyes gazing up at the ceiling that looked like the bright cold azure sky outside, the headmaster replied. “There are lotions one can try. A scar will need regular application to soften the damaged tissue and allow the soothing ingredients to begin to repair the hurt. No doubt you know of a number of potions that might be able to help?”
Snape looked wretched. “None that I know of would help. But I haven't kept up on medical potions.”
“Try Poppy.” Albus advised. “She would know more than I. And she has some contacts at St Mungo's who I am sure would be glad to help you with this little project.”
But Severus was already shaking his head. He resolved to speak to Poppy, as long as she promised not to approach anyone at St Mungo's. He was afraid that her doing that would get someone thinking about why a student at Hogwarts needed that kind of help. And really, given his adventures (real and rumoured), Harry's name would immediately come to mind.
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The holiday passed quietly for them both, and before they knew it, it was over and the sound of hundreds of footsteps was once again reverberating around the corridors. It was only now, as the silence was broken, that Harry understood how much he had enjoyed and appreciated not being surrounded by chaos.
With school in full swing again, Albus had asked Harry to spend an evening with him once again and had shown the shocked boy the corrupted memory of Horace Slughorn.
“So, what? That isn't the real thing? And I need to work out what it really is?”
Albus shook his head. “No, dear boy. No, I have my suspicions about what the memory will reveal, however, I need you to approach Horace and persuade him to hand over the true recollection. Once I am sure, then we can proceed with certainty. But even without it, I want you to understand what we have already learned – Voldemort is scared of death, and if he uses items called horcruxes, he can, essentially, live forever.”
Feeling terrified, Harry wondered how the hell they were ever meant to win if the enemy couldn't be killed.
“I know things seem bleak. But once we have that memory, it will hopefully confirm a theory of mine and will allow us to move forward into the final stages of defeating Voldemort.”
Looking doubtful, Harry had nodded. It wasn't enough he was trying to catch up on missed work, now he had extra homework on top. And he truly had no idea how he could even go about getting the accurate memory. Right now, though, he didn't really care. All he wanted to do was somehow be healed so that he could sleep with Severus.
As the next full moon drew closer, Severus was no closer to being able to heal Harry's anus, and knew he needed to consult some medically trained witches and wizards if he ever stood a chance of doing so. However, he was not going to do that without speaking to the boy most affected first. He had also been busy brewing Wolfsbane as he and Harry had discussed the next change and agreed (after some awkward arguing) what would happen to ensure Harry was safe as a human, but that he also didn't become too violent during his change.
So it was that Harry took doses of the potion in the days preceding the full moon, gagging on the unpleasant taste, and tried to calm the wolf inside who was itching just below his skin, desperate to get out. This close to the full moon he was edgy and spent more than one evening pacing up and down, unable to settle and complete home work. Again and again as he prowled his eyes would swing to Snape and there would be more yellow than green in them.
It made Severus a little uncomfortable to be the focus of such intensity. But he tried to pretend he didn't notice the stares, even when they made his skin prickle and him squirm in his seat.
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CH15 AN: The aborted sex scene in this chapter is actually the very first idea I had about this story. It popped into my head fully formed one day and then I traced backwards to how Severus and Harry got to that point. And now you have followed that route too. Don't worry, there is plenty more to come. Reviews encourage me, although I have the feeling they might not be nice reviews for this chapter! Don't make me beg. SP
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The entire time yellow eyes watched him, and the wolf panted, tongue lolling out. He still stood on his hind legs, looming over the normally taller man. His dick was leaking semen as it had done the previous month. But this time he wasn't going to be denied. This time he would take what was his.
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