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Wrong time, right place	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 83472 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Severus looked serene as he slept, no trace of the earlier angst marring his face. Harry found himself staring at the man unable to sleep. The events from earlier racing around in his head. Part of him still full of rage, the other concerned at the change in the potion master.

He cried.. Even Dumbledore was shocked.

After Severus’ breakdown, a disturbed Dumbledore and visibly upset Lucius insisted that Harry bring him back to his quarters. An emergency meeting of The Order would be arranged for later that morning. As they walked silently down the corridor, the mood full of distress, Harry realized he had forgotten his wand.

“Severus?” for a moment Severus kept walking appearing to not hear Harry, “Severus?” Harry reached across, heart breaking as Severus lifted his weary head.

“I have to go back for my wand, go to your quarters.” Harry felt like he was ordering the man around but decided that maybe he needed that. Severus absent mindedly nodded his head and slowly walked away.

Muffled voices drifted to Harry as he approached the office. Dumbledore’s concerned tone made him stop, Lucius’ matched with clear distress.

“I’m greatly concerned about Severus?” Lucius’ clipped tones filled with emotion.

“As am I, I feel that Harry has drawn some buried memories to the surface, “ Dumbledore sighed, “That boy has broken through that carefully place façade that Severus had built around himself.”

Nodding his head thoughtfully, Lucius walked to the desk, shoulders slumped.

“He’s never cried,” his voice cracked with emotion, “Not since the first time.. The first time he raped him.” Harry felt his eyes brimming with tears, the torture Severus and Lucius must have suffered at that bastard’s hands. Dumbledore’s face became ashen, disgust in his usually merry eyes.

“How did you cope?” Dumbledore enquired with a gentle tone. Lucius stood as if frozen to the spot, body tense, closing his grey eyes as he let out a tormented sob. Shaking his head as the headmaster approached him, hands up to keep the man at arm’s length.

“Draco saved me,” Lucius’ voice dropped to an almost silent pitch, he cleared his throat, avoiding Dumbledore’s understanding eyes, “he saved me from ending it all.. Draco was the one thing I had to live for.”

A tear escaped running down his handsome face, he looked at Dumbledore with his eyes filled with pleading.

“I can’t let that happen to Draco!”

“We won’t allow it to happen,” he squeezed Lucius’ shoulder in a reassuring way.

“Do you think Severus will be able to continue with his role?” Dumbledore asked, the seriousness in his voice indicating to Harry that he now feared that Severus would not be able to complete his duties. His own worries mirroring theirs, Severus demeanour had changed with the memories he had seen.

Like he had forgotten what had happened.

Or blocked it out?

He knocked on the door to warn to two men of his presence, the conversation abruptly silenced. Dumbledore giving Harry a sad smile, Lucius seeming to unable to face him, tears still in his grey eyes.

“Sir?” Dumbledore looked at him, a frown on his face, Harry surmised he was anticipating the questions he would ask, “What should I do?”

An understanding and tired smile graced the old wizard’s features, he reached over to pat Harry on the shoulder in a reassuring way.

“Just be there for him,” he squeezed again, Harry tried to smile but found he hadn’t the energy, “Just be there.”

With that thought at the forefront of his mind, Harry retrieved his wand and rushed to join Severus. Disturbed when he found the potion master already in bed, blankets wrapped around him, just a peep of his raven hair appearing from the top of the cocoon he had created. Harry knew how it felt to want to wrap yourself up and away from the world. With a heartfelt sigh, he crawled on to the bed to lie next to him.

Hours later he found himself lying watching the man sleep, the tossing and turning had revealed Severus’ face. A single finger on Harry’s trembling hand tracing along Severus’ brow, down his cheek and along the pale slender neck. Severus stirred, mumbling in his slumber, a soft sigh falling from his parted lips. Harry ached to kiss them, tentatively he leaned to delicately brush his mouth against the sleeping man’s. Opening his eyes to find dark ones regarding him with a sad expression.

“Morning,” Harry whispered and went to pull away, his face flushed at being caught, “Would you like some breakfast?”

Potion stained fingers grasping his arm, Severus pulled him back to the bed. His warm skin felt heavenly against Harry’s, the embrace tight and full of need. Reluctantly, Harry prised himself away from the groaning man.

“You don’t want me?” Severus’ voice filled with defeat, he stormed from the bed. Harry shocked at his reaction, watching as Severus angrily pulled on his clothes, the trademark sneer back in place.

“Wait!” Severus averted his gaze, the look full of his usual disdain, Harry angry at the treatment, “Sit down!” shocked at the vehemence in his own voice. Turning to look at him. Severus’ eyes were filled with fire, Harry moaned at the look. His cock hardening at the anger in Severus’ glare, heart thankful at seeing a spark of the old Severus.

“Of course I want you,” he chose his next words carefully, “I didn’t want to push anything after last night.” Severus’ eyes shot up to look at him, a flicker of some unknown emotion flashing across them. He let out a sigh and sat back on the bed next to Harry.

“Harry, this is isn’t easy for me to talk about,” Severus ran a nervous hand through his hair, taking a breath and turning to look Harry in the eye. “Its different with you.. I want to be with you, do you understand?”

Harry sat, pondering what Severus had said, struggling to find the difference between himself and Voldemort. Severus appearing to read his mind pulled him into a tight hug, kissing his brow gently as if to reassure him.

“Harry, when we’re together its because I want to be,” he brushed his lips against Harry’s, “You are not like him.”

Emotions welled up inside Harry, the guilt of enjoying the things they had done and what he had seen in Severus’ memories. He brushed his mouth along Severus’, he sighed and lay back on the bed pulling the potion master with him. Apprehensive to push any intimacy on to the man, Harry merely held him. The mood in the room was sombre, Severus let out a quiet huff and placed a kiss on Harry’s neck. Heart beginning to race, Harry turned so the were lying face to face. Severus smiled at him, a genuine smile and he ran a finger down Harry’s naked chest. A shuddering breath escaping from Harry as the finger trailed down to the waistband of his trousers. His cock firming instantly at the man’s expert fingers, anticipating the next move. Not disappointed, when the finger traced the outline of his hard shaft, Harry lifted his gaze to look into the smug eyes of a teasing Severus.

“Unless you want me to fuck you into the mattress,” Harry’s voice was filled with excitement, “You’d better stop.”

The eyebrow hitched higher, dark eyes sparking with lust. Harry pushing aside his doubts at the arousal he felt when he was near him. Severus leaned forward, tongue darting out to lick at the pulse point on Harry’s neck, the feel of the tongue on his skin made Harry’s pulse race.

“What if I want you to as you so eloquently put it,” he paused, the tremor of lust evident in his rich voice “ fuck me in to the mattress?”

Breath catching in his throat, Harry felt a moan slip out, loud in the quiet bedchamber. The effect immediate, Severus swooped in to devour his mouth, Harry, happy for him to dominate the kiss. Long, narrow fingers ran through his hair, tugging his head back to probe deeper, tongue constantly moving, mapping the coral of his mouth. Severus humming his pleasure, the vibration on Harry’s lips sending tingles down his spine and straight to his already hard cock. The shaft firming further, it straining against the inside of his now too tight trousers, Severus’ fingers just resting on the growing length, Harry bucked up desperate for any friction.

“Please, touch me.” Harry too eager to care about the pleading quality in his tone. Feeling the smile from Severus rather than seeing it, the kiss hard and lust filled. Severus pushing Harry into the mattress, his leg over Harry’s. An answering hardness rutting on his thigh, Severus’ cock rigid with need as he rubbed against him. Little puffs of air inside Harry’s mouth showing that he was just as excited as Harry. Knowing that he was turned on fuelled Harry’s own desire. Using his strength he flipped them over, ended up straddling the potion master. Eyes suddenly wide at the change of position, Severus’ cock pushing against his balls. Desire sparking at the thought of him nudging lower, Harry felt his mouth become dry at the sudden need he felt building.

Do I want him to fuck me?

Cock twitching at the idea, Harry moved up further, Severus now pushing against his perineum. Dark eyes flared with lust as he realized what Harry was doing, he leaned up to kiss the side of Harry’s mouth. A smile on his face as he flipped them back over, lying between Harry’s thighs. Their cocks now perfectly aligned as Severus slowly circled his hips, brushing them alongside each other. The friction of the hardness and the fabric against his shaft made Harry whimper with need, thrusting up.

“Next time,” Severus paused and licked Harry’s bottom lip, thrusting down into him, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Biting his bottom lip to hold in the desperate groan, Harry nodded. Heart pounding at the fantasy he now had in his head, a fantasy of the potion master sliding inside him. His entrance twitched at the idea, he pulled Severus into a fiery kiss, their joint moans swallowed by each other.

Murmuring the spell, the cool bedchamber air caressing his skin, Severus gasped into his mouth at the sensation of their naked skin touching. The heat from the potion master warming Harry, Severus’ smooth chest pressing against his own. Hot, hard lengths brushing and pushing against one another, the need building as they rutted frantically. Harry’s moans filling the room, his cock beginning to drip, leaving a wet trail on Severus’ abdomen. His hands coming up to grab Severus’ backside pushing him harder against him, cool fingers grabbing his arms and pining them to the bed. Harry struggled but with a smile on his face, Severus smirked and whispered a spell, Harry stunned at his hands now shackled to the bed. An eyebrow high, smirk widening as Severus leaned down to lap at Harry’s mouth, whispering in that deep seductive voice.

“Now you’re at my mercy.”

The moans from Harry loud and lusty as he thrust up to show his excitement at the new game. Pulse fast and heart banging loudly in his chest, Harry tried to take a calming breath, the cool metal adding to the sensation of being restrained. Surprised at himself for enjoying the feel of being at Severus’ mercy.

Severus licked along his neck, nipping at the pulse point, tongue soothing the bite. Swirling tongue lapping at the hardened nubs of Harry’s nipples as he traced his mouth down to Harry’s eager cock. The shaft twitching, trying to reach Severus’ mouth, with a sexy smile, he flicked out the tip of his tongue to delicate lap at the fluid gathered there. Humming his delight as the bitter taste of Harry’s filled his mouth, the vibrations from his lips turning Harry into a writhing mess on the bed, the sound of him pulling at the restraints, metal clinking filling Harry’s ears with its twisted melody.

Harry, fighting not to scream as the head of his cock was engulfed in the warm , wet mouth of the dark eyed torturer. Soft suction at the tip and the tongue dipping into the slit making him buck up. Severus gagged, Harry’s cock sliding deep into his throat, rather than pulling back, Severus swallowed forcing more of Harry’s cock into his mouth. The saliva spilling from Severus’ mouth coating and slicking Harry’s erection, one last swallow then Severus pulled off with a wet pop, immediately moving to straddle Harry. Without even using a lubricating spell he quickly impaled himself on Harry’s length, the moan of ecstasy from Harry disguising the whimper from Severus. Neither man moved, both panting, Harry trying not to come at the quivering around his shaft. His cock twitched inside the smooth tunnel, Severus whimpered, Harry’s squeezed shut eyes opened and looked at the flustered man.

“I’m hurting you?” Harry unsure whether to pull out or wait for Severus to adjust to stretch. With a sheepish smile, Severus nodded, wincing as he moved. Harry kissed him gently and whispered the lubrication spell, resisting the urge to thrust up at the slick feeling on his cock. Tentatively, Harry pulled back slightly, Severus sliding up his length. Slowly sliding back in, the heat from inside Severus burning through his body. The need to thrust and fuck making Harry grip the manacles that held him in place. Fingers desperate to touch the ebony haired man’s glistening skin, unable to lean up to far to kiss his trembling mouth. Black eyes scrunched shut as Severus lifted and lowered himself, spreading the slickness inside himself and along Harry’s turgid member. The pace beginning to increase, Harry lay there letting Severus control the depth and speed. Letting out a shaking breath, Severus tilted his hips, Harry felt the tip of his cock rub against Severus’ prostate. Gasping moans spilling from the man, pushing himself down hard onto the slippery shaft. The slick channel gripping Harry as he moved, the ring of muscle tightening around the base of his shaft. Arching his back, Severus let out a delighted moan, his thrusts down increasing. Riding the restrained Harry hard and fast, the squelch of the excess lubricant and their panting moans the only sound in the room.

“Fuck.. You feel so good!” Harry shouted, Severus flung himself forward and crushed their lips together, the kiss sloppy as they lapped and sucked at each other’s tongues. Harry felt the familiar tingling in his balls, he thrust up following Severus’ move up. His cock reaching deep inside the bouncing man, Severus screaming at the feel of Harry buried inside him.

“Let me touch you!” Harry breathed, panting to get the words out. He lifted his legs, bending his knees and planted his feet firmly on the mattress. The thrusts lifting Severus as Harry bucked up, fucking him hard and deep. Severus’ body tilting forward with the force of his thrusts, Harry struggling to lean up, pulling at the restraints. Frustrated, he growled and bucked up with a fierce thrust, Severus gasped, whimpering, just holding on as Harry fucked him from below.

“Please.” the begging tone in his voice obviously making Severus listen. Harry flinging his suddenly free arms up and around the groaning man, tilting him forward. Harry crunched his body up as Severus tipped forward, Harry’s cock still sliding in and out of his grasping hole. Severus threw his head back, gasped and stopped breathing at the sensation of Harry lapping at the head of his cock. The new position allowing Harry to suck at the tip of Severus’ leaking shaft as he curled up. Thrusting up hard, pushing the head of Severus’ cock further into his slurping mouth. His moans loud at the taste of the Severus’ flowing pre-come. Harry gasping as Severus tightened around him, mouth opening to let out a cry, Severus spilling himself into his gasping mouth, the hot come spurting onto Harry’s tongue.

The combined taste and feel of Severus gripping his cock with his hot vicelike tunnel pushed him over the edge, swallowing Severus’ come and letting out a shout of pleasure. His balls emptying themselves deep inside the still shuddering Severus. His orgasm making him light headed with it’s intensity, Severus collapsed wearily onto his heaving chest, his own orgasm intense as well. Their heart beats taking longer than usual to slow and return to normal. Lazy, languid kisses as they got their breath back, both sated for the moment. Severus was the first to speak, Harry groaning at the words, wanting to climb into bed and make love all day instead.

“We have a meeting in twenty minutes,” Severus stopped for a moment, pondering how to say the next words “We can’t turn up together, people will suspect.”

Reluctantly, Harry had to agree with his words but it wasn’t what he wanted. Feeling a fierce sense of pride and excitement at Severus being his, the thought of sharing it with everyone seemed the right thing to do. He shook his head, ignoring the look of stunned surprise on Severus’ face.

“I want people to know.. Don’t you?”

Severus lay on his chest, eyes closed and let out a sigh. Harry’s heart plummeting at the notion of having to keep their relationship a secret.

“Your friends will no doubt have something to say about the matter?” Harry smiled at the hint of resignation in Severus’ tone, he kissed him lightly, resisting the need to deepen it.

“If they don’t like it,” Harry kissed him again, dark eyes filled with a smile, “They’ll have to learn to live with it.” the matter of fact tone making Severus kiss him back.

“If you are sure,” he looked away from Harry for a moment, “They will say I seduced you and I’m old enough to be your father.”

Harry felt a cheeky smile spread across his face, he bucked up, his cock still embedded inside the man. Both of them gasping at the sensation, Harry sated cock trying to firm up at the feeling.

“You’re not my father,” he pulled back and slowly pushed back in, deliberately angling to rub against Severus’ prostate, the potion master let in a loud intake of breath, “And if I recall I seduced you.”

The glint in Severus eyes made Harry’s grin bigger, then with a mischievous smile the potion master tightened up around Harry’s half hard cock before pulling off. Harry’s come slicking his now fully hard erection as Severus slid off with a wet pop. Groaning, Harry reached to pull the man back on top. Shaking his head. Severus walked to the bathroom, turning to flash him a smile.

“Shower?”

Harry jumped from the bed and ran after the man, his laugh echoing through the dungeons.

Both of them were still damp by the time they arrived to the meeting. Standing outside waiting for the staircase to take them to Dumbledore’s door, casting a hurried drying charm on Severus’ hair. Harry leaned across and kissed him, his tongue slipping inside the man’s mouth. Harry moaning at the taste of himself, the blowjob he had been given in the shower still filling his thoughts.

“You didn’t let me return the favour” he murmured, keeping the kiss going as long as possible, Severus smiled against his mouth.

“Later.. Naughty brat.” Severus slapped Harry lightly on the backside, the kiss breaking apart just as the door began to open. Flustered, Harry straightened his robes and hoped his face was not beet red as they entered the quiet room.

“Harry!” Ron and Hermione’s excited shouts filling the room, Harry smiled and gave them both a brief hug. Whispering to them both he would discuss what had happened in the last week later with them, Hermione narrowed her eyes, flitting her gaze at Severus.

Bloody hell.. She’s too clever for her own good

Remus pulled him into a tight hug, Tonks standing far back from the sandy haired man. Harry sensed a tension between the two of them, their relationship appearing to be over if the icy stares Tonks was giving Remus were anything to go by. Remus walked over to Dumbledore avoiding eye contact with her, everyone on edge, Harry determined it was because of the presence of Lucius. The blond stood regally by the fire, handsome but looking a little tired, he smiled at Harry and gave Severus a look of concern. Severus hitched an eyebrow and gave him the trademark Snape scowl. Lucius laughed and blushed when he realized that everyone’s eyes were on him. Harry found himself smiling at the normally haughty man, his grey eyes returning the smile.

“WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!” Ron’s voice screeched, Harry winced at the decibel level the red head managed to reach.

Dumbledore patted Ron on the shoulder, gesturing for him to take a seat, the red head flushed with anger. Remus watching the blond with intrigued eyes, Harry noted that Lucius’ gaze kept drifting to his ex professor. Harry felt his own gaze automatically looking at the potion master who appeared to be finding it hard not to look at him. The close proximity of the man was driving Harry to distraction, the need to touch him setting his nerves on edge as he sat.

“Mr Weasley, please calm yourself.” Hermione tapped Ron on the arm, he huffed, glaring at the blond, “Lucius is in fact a spy for the light.”

The room erupted into noise, Hermione gasping as Ron shouted that it was a lie, Tonks throwing her opinion into the mix about Narcissa. Severus took the opportunity to brush his hand against Harry’s, a quick gesture. Harry felt his heart race at the act, a smile directed at the man as he walked over to Lucius. The cool blond viewing the scene with an amused expression, Remus stood silently, his eyes fixed on the man.

“You dropped the prophecy on purpose?” Remus’ voice cut through the din, everyone looked from him to the blond. Lucius took a calming breath and nodded, his voice sincere as he addressed Remus.

“Yes, I’m sorry about Black.”

The room silent as they absorbed the information, Harry felt strange at the mention of Sirius. A feeling that he had missed something prompted him to look at Remus’ face, his eyes filled with acceptance and heart felt grief. His sad amber eyes locked on Lucius’ grey ones as he nodded his acceptance. His expression not one of someone who had lost a friend, Harry looked at Tonks, her scowl saying it all.

Were Remus and Sirius lovers?

Lucius held out his hand, Harry noticed it was trembling slightly. Remus regarded it for a second, the room held its breath, for a moment Harry wondered if Remus would take it. A flicker of some emotion flaring as he warmly shook Lucius’ hand, Harry stunned at the flash of desire in the grey eyes. The thought pushed aside as everyone started firing questions at Lucius, Dumbledore stepping in and explaining without mentioning the dream Harry had, about the need to protect Draco.

Ron shouts of indignation assaulting Harry’s ears, the dream still in his mind and the awareness of what Voldemort was capable of made Harry feel sick.

“Shut up!” the room immediately silent at his tone, sighing as he looked at Ron.

“You have no idea what he’s capable of,” Ron began spluttering about Harry shouting at him and defending Malfoy, “Enough! Time to grow up Ron.. People will die if we don’t!”

Eyes fixed on Harry as he stood, Severus’ fists by his sides, Harry understanding, sympathized at the need to touch each other. The tension in the room making his body cry out for some sort of comfort, black eyes boring into him as he paced. Ron stunned into silence, Hermione watching with assessing analytical eyes. Remus looking concerned as he approached him, arms wide to hug him. Reluctantly, Harry allowed the hug, sighing his disappointment, wanting Severus in his arms instead. Severus turned away, his face falling at the embrace between them. Lucius squeezing his shoulder in a comforting gesture, Harry’s mind screaming out possessively at the intimacy.

He pulled away from Remus, mind fixed on one goal, ignoring the gasps in the room as he grabbed Severus and kissed him.

“What the fuck is going on?” Draco’s outraged screech echoed in the room.
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