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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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Warning - some blood play.

The silence that followed Draco’s outburst seemed to be deafening, everyone shocked at the blonds’ sudden appearance. Harry slid his tongue against Severus’ one last time and broke the kiss. The slick pop of their lips parting broke the bubble of silence and started a cacophony of shouting and accusations.

“You fucking paedophile!” Ron’s voice loud even above the indignant screeching of Malfoy jr, the blond having a full blown temper tantrum. Harry stood, feeling an inappropriate laugh building inside. Lucius was shouting Draco to calm down, the brat paying him no heed as he stalked towards Harry, face thunderous.

“What are you doing molesting my Godfather, Potter?” His cool, clipped tones dripping with disdain. Harry quirked an eyebrow, Severus let out a huff of amusement at his prefect imitation of his trademark sneer. With a loud, commanding voice Harry answered, the blond paling at the words.

“I would have thought it was obvious,” he looked Draco up and down with a smile, “Even to a dumb blond such as yourself.. I was kissing him.”

Harry leaned forward, the devil on his shoulder shouting to go all out to shock, uncaring of the reaction of his next provocative words, determined to shake things up. Lips close to Draco’s ears, trying to ignore the tensing of Severus next to him and the flinch of the blond, his body uncomfortable at Harry’s close proximity. Harry couldn’t stop the evil grin that graced his face as he whispered but not so quietly that the rest of the room couldn’t hear him.

“I fuck him too, you do how two men fuck, don’t you Draco?”

“That’s bloody enough!” Ron grabbed him roughly by the arm, pulling him away. Harry allowed himself to be moved away from the sick looking blond, Lucius giving him a admonishing gaze, he shrugged his shoulders.

“What’s the matter with you?” Ron sounded confused and bewildered, his eyes staring at him with disbelief. Harry offered a smile and put his hands up in mock surrender. The noise that had tapered off became a dull roar again. Dumbledore bombarded with demands for Severus to be fired, Tonks vehemently insisting that Harry had obviously been lured by the Dark lord’s right hand man. Telling Remus to fuck off when he tried to interject that Harry had kissed Severus, not the other way around and Harry was clearly old enough to make his own decisions. His amber eyes hurt at the venom and hateful tone in his former lover’s voice, Lucius stepping in to show his agreement of Remus’ opinion.

“Oh well, you would take his side,” She spat at Lucius, everyone’s eyes now on them, Severus interlocked his fingers with Harry’s, taking advantage of the distraction.

“And pray tell what that is supposed to mean?” the trademark arrogance back in full flow as Lucius looked down his nose at her but Harry noticed his grey eyes darted to look at Remus’ reaction. Tonks gave a malicious grin, eyes filled with some sort of hidden knowledge.

“Well, its no secret amongst my family that it took a potion for Narcissa to conceive Draco,” the grin widened, Harry suddenly full of dislike for his previous favourite auror, “Couldn’t get it up, could you?.. Girls not your thing?” the spite evident in her voice. Draco gasped, looking at his father with questioning eyes, the pleading on his face shouting out for Lucius to say she was lying. Harry squeezed Severus’ hand, almost feeling sorry for the blond prat.

Lucius closed his eyes for a brief moment, schooling his flushed features into a calm façade. Grey eyes fixed on Severus as if seeking his friends guidance, the potion master offered him a supportive smile adding a nod of his head to continue.

“Draco, I ..,” he paused and sighed, “I did not love your mother, please understand I love you with all my heart.” the pleading tone in his voice overpowering any embarrassment he obviously felt at having to bare his soul to a room full of strangers, Harry developed a new found respect for the cool aristocrat. All stares were directed at the pale shaky Draco, his eyes downcast, lifting his lowered head slowly to look at his father.

“I know she doesn’t love me,” Draco lifted a trembling hand to stop Lucius from interrupting, Harry stunned at his words, “She wanted to keep you, I heard her talking to Bellatrix one night.” Draco let out a sad sigh, lapsing back into silence, head lowering again. Lucius took a breath and crossed the room to pull his son into his arms. The hug was awkward but filled with emotion, Lucius assuring his son that he was the most important thing in his life, Draco nodding that he understood. Harry found his eyes drawn to Remus who was watching the scene with sorrow.

Dumbledore stunned at Tonks display, his tone filled with anger as he ordered her to leave, Kingsley agreeing when she turned to him for support. Lucius sat Draco down in the comfortable arm chair after Tonks left with a flustered huff. The drama over, the glances returned to regard Harry and Severus, who were standing there, holding hands. Ron’s face outraged and disgusted, mouth opening to let loose. Harry bracing himself for the horrified outpouring sure to spill from the furious red head. Hermione, who had been standing observing the whole performance, grabbed his arm. Her voice full of authority as she addressed the frothing at the mouth Ron.

“Stop it Ron,” she squeezed his arm, making him look her in the eye, “Can’t you see Harry’s happy?”

Face beaming, Harry had never wanted to kiss Hermione like he wanted to right at that moment. Severus’ expression mirroring his, impressed with her maturity.

Hermione Granger.. Forever the voice of reason!

Her words filtering into Ron’s flustered brain, his head lowered as he realized that she was right. He looked at Harry, sheepish smile in place then narrowed his eyes at Severus. Harry was aware that it was going to take time for him to come to terms with his relationship, determined that nothing would tear it apart. Fingers still laced in Severus’, he walked over to Lucius. The blond talking quietly to his son, Harry caught some of the words as they approached.

“I’m sorry..I did what I thought best. she’s made her choice..by the Dark lord’s side.” Horrified, Harry got the gist of the matter, Narcissa was staying with Voldemort, they were now on opposite sides. His heart went out to Draco at having that burden.

My dream!

“Malfoy..I mean Draco,” Draco opened his closed eyes to look at Harry like he was mad for calling him by his first name, Harry shrugged, “You can’t go home!”

“What?.. My mother wouldn’t hurt me, would she?” frantic gaze directed at his father, Lucius’ face answering for him, Draco began to cry, silent tears. Preparing himself for abuse, Harry knelt at Draco’s feet, Lucius and Severus sporting similar disbelieving expressions.

“Draco.. I know we don’t get on,” Harry almost laughed at the agreeing huff that emerged from Draco at the understatement, “Voldemort,” he paused, uncertain of whether to tell him, “He wants you.”

Draco interrupted Harry before he could continue, explaining that he knew the dark lord wanted him to take the mark and join. Lucius reached across the pat his shoulder, he stopped and looked at Harry, his gaze full of confusion. Horror blooming on his pale face as what Harry was trying to say finally dawned on him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, his tone timid and full of terror.

“He wanted me?” his features contorting with revulsion, “He wanted to sleep with me?” Harry touched his arm, surprised at himself for offering the comforting gesture, Draco appeared to not notice, his eyes wild with the images that were filling his head.

“Yes, but we’re going to protect you.” surety in his voice, Harry stood and walked back to Severus. Dark eyes were watching with a strange expression, Harry unable to fathom what the silent potion master was thinking.

“I think that we should take a break, we’ve had a lot to take in,” Dumbledore’s eyes gliding towards Harry and Severus, “May I suggest Remus, that you and Lucius take Draco to my quarters for some tea?”

Remus seemed surprised at the request but nodded , looking in the blonds’ direction, Harry was sure he saw a flicker of that earlier fire in grey eyes though this time the earlier nameless emotion he saw in the amber ones reflected the heat.

“Harry, can we talk?” Hermione asked, Ron standing behind her staring at his feet, quiet for the moment. Harry desperately wanted to explain about everything that had happened, tempted to say yes but unable to shake the feeling that something was not right with the mute dark eyed man standing next to him.

“Can I come and find you, later?” Hermione nodded but Ron lifted annoyed eyes to glare at Severus, Hermione sensing a problem pulled the red head by the arm and told Harry they would speak later.

With interest, Harry watched Remus and Lucius lead Draco through the door out of the office, Kingsley appeared to be engaged in conversation with Dumbledore. The door shutting abruptly behind him made him turn to look, stunned at finding himself standing alone, Severus had left.

Shit!

Running from the room, he caught a brief glance of black robes as they disappeared around a corner, heading to the dungeon. Frustrated at not being able to shout for him, students were milling around in the corridors and being a Saturday the place was unusually busy. Muttering to himself as he ran full pelt in the direction the annoying man had taken, mind going through reasons for his change in mood.

The potion master’s door firmly shut as he hammered on it, receiving no answer he looked at the ceremonial snake decoration etched into the door. Without even being aware of it, he lapsed into parseltongue.

“Whatttt isss yourrrr nameee?” Harry hissed to the snake, its head rising at the words, tongue tasting the air.

“youuu speakkk withhh myyy tongueee?” it hissed, head tilting with curiosity, Harry smiled at the beautiful red and green snake.

“Yessss, youuu areee veryyy beautifulll” the snake let out a pleased sounding hiss, leaning to touch Harry’s hand.

“Youuu haveee jewelll eyesss, myyy nameee issss Aisha”

“thank you, I needdd tooo seeee yourrr masterrr” the snake regarded him, eyes fixed on him, it nodded and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. The door swung open, Harry stroked the snake, thanking it for the help. Its pleased hisses followed him as he entered the room with trepidation. The office devoid of life, cold without the fire burning. A loud crash echoed from the bedchamber, the door shut, the sound of glass breaking muffled by the heavy wood.

“Severus?” Harry asked, his voice loud in the empty room.

No sound at his words and a deathly silence seemed to fill the room, he asked again. Upon receiving no response for the second time, Harry approached the door, loud thumps emerging as he got closer. His mind still at a loss to fathom why he was having this reaction, running over all the things that had happened that morning. Incapable of finding a justifiable reason for this behaviour.. Stopping when one word drifted into his head.

Draco.. I touched him

Shaking his head with disbelief, Harry opened the door, eyes widening at the sight that greeted him. The smell of fire whisky assaulted his senses, the shattered remains splattered on the wall and floor. Chair overturned, the bed sheets now on the floor, feathers from the shredded pillows drifting in the air.

“Get out!” the potion master’s voice oozing venom, the sneer full of hatred as he scowled at him. The man sitting on the floor, glass all around him from a broken tumbler. Anger slowly built, Harry fixed his gaze on the man, not breaking eye contact and staring the man down. Obsidian eyes filled with fire, narrowing the closer Harry got to him. The rich baritone repeating the order to leave, Harry ignored him and knelt at his feet, mindful of the glass as he sat back on his knees.

“You’re an idiot!” Harry spat out, horrified when he noticed the blood dripping from the large cut on Severus’ hand, he shouted his shock at the wound, the sound loud in the room. Grabbing a pillowcase and trying to wrap it around his hand, Severus pushed him away, face angry.

“Fuck off, go and fuck the pretty boy!”

Harry’s patience began to wear thin, flicking his wand to try and stitch the wound together, the jagged edges still seeping as he finished. Severus not even flinching at the pain, the smell of whisky on his breath.

“I don’t want him,” Harry reached up and stroked his cheek, Severus closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. A heartfelt groan as he realized what he was doing and pulled away. Grabbing the back of his head, Harry pulled Severus to his face and smashed their lips together. The kiss one sided as Harry’s tongue delved into Severus’ slack mouth. Panting, Harry broke the kiss, hands either side of Severus’ face making him look at him.

“Kiss me!” Harry ordered and crushed his mouth against Severus’. The fire built in the kiss as Severus returned it, tentatively to begin with, but steadily filling with passion, he let Harry devour his mouth. Moaning when Harry ripped open Severus’ shirt and pulled him deep into his arms, crushing their heaving chests together. His bloody hand caressing Harry’s cheek, the smear of blood decorating his face like battle paint. Dark eyes flared at the vision, his blood on Harry’s flushed face, arousal burning in his wild green eyes.

Harry broke the kiss, both of them gasping for breath, his cock solid in his trousers, intrigued by the look in Severus’ eyes. He reached up and felt the wet sticky blood gracing his face, the coppery odour filling his nostrils and making his heart race. Smearing more on the tips of his fingers, he leaned to wipe a stripe across Severus’ lips. The red vibrant on the pale mouth. Harry flicked out his tongue to lap at the metallic treat, moaning as it hit his taste buds. Possessed with a strange passion, Harry thrust his tongue deep into Severus’ eager mouth, pushing Severus down on the floor. Both of them wincing as the shards of glass that littered the floor bit into their skin. The sharp sting making Severus buck up and thrust his rock hard shaft into Harry’s stomach. Snapping out of the delirium he was in, Harry went to pull away, Severus wrapped his legs around him locking him in place.

“I’m hurting you” he muttered against Severus’ lips as they continued to kiss, tongue’s lapping noisily.

“You’re bleeding too.” Severus pointed out, licking the cut that stood out on his hand, a single line of blood flowing from it down his arm. The sensation of Severus licking at the path the blood had taken made Harry buck into him, their cocks rutting together. The taste of himself and Severus exploding in his mouth as they devoured each other. The kiss steamy and lust filled, the thrusts speeding up while they rubbed against each other.

“Stop,” Severus panted, slowly down his movements, Harry kissed his neck, “I want you in me.”

“The glass.” concern in Harry’s voice, reaching to banish the mess, Severus grabbed his hand to stop him. Narrow fingers picked up a blood stained piece and then nodded for him to continue, the mess vanished. The glittering of the piece still in Severus’ hand having a strange effect on Harry. His heart began to race, cock spitting pre-come and his pulse sped up. Severus’ pupils were dilated, Harry watched with fascination as he traced the edge of the glass along his own chest, the nipple hardening as the shard travelled over it. Mouth dry, Harry bent forward and licked over the rigid nub, his tongue swirling over its puckered peak. A shaky intake of breath from Severus nearly pushed Harry over the edge, gasping himself as Severus whispered a spell, the cool dungeon air heavenly on his overheated naked skin. The shard still moving over Severus’ chest, a thin line of blood welling as it passed, Harry grabbed his fingers and lifted the glass to his own chest. Severus’ eyes flared with desire, Harry moaning as Severus scratched the same path on his chest. The glass discarded as Severus pulled Harry to him, the blood on their chests mixing and spreading as they kissed. The sting of the cut did nothing to discourage Harry’s erection, the fluid gathered around the head dripping onto Severus’ cock beneath him. Severus lapped along Harry’s shoulder, tongue licking up the blood that adorned his chest as he moved lower.

“Fuck me,” Severus mouthed on his skin, licking a blood covered nipple, humming his delight at the taste of Harry. Green eyes fluttering closed at the words and the feel of that talented tongue. The lubrication spell mumbled in between his moans of bliss. Pulling back from the excited dark eyed man beneath him, Harry licked his lips and bent to taste the combined blood that adorned their bodies, the iron taste bitter on his tongue but it made his cock twitch. Running his fingers through the tacky mess, to decorate the underside of Severus’ rigid leaking length, fingertips delicately touching the smooth skin before tracing behind his balls to circle the hot puckered entrance. The pitch of Severus’ moans becoming higher when a lone finger slid into the smooth tunnel, Harry’s moans matching Severus’. The sensation of the grasping tunnel wrapping around his finger and pulling him in, was almost too much, biting his lip to resist just slamming inside the man.

“More.” Severus breathed, the blood smearing his lips standing out so brightly against his pale skin. Harry, light-headed at the overload of sights and sensations, slammed his lips to Severus’ . The lone finger joined by one friend and quickly by another, the need to be inside him pushing Harry to hurry. Whimpers spilling from Severus, swallowed by the toe curling kiss that Harry had bestowed on him.

“Harry, please.. I’m so close.” Severus pleaded, Harry glanced at Severus’ untouched cock, the shaft rigid and spitting pre-come. Aroused beyond belief at the thought of Severus coming just from the feel of his cock inside, he reached up to pin Severus’ hands above his head. His cock twitching and seeking out Severus’ entrance. Harry moved forward, the tip pushing against the tight band of muscle. Severus’ fingers entwined with Harry’s, grasping them tight as Harry slid deep in one move, not stopping until his balls were resting snugly against Severus.

Afraid to move, the fluttering of the muscles inside Severus already pushing him dangerously close to the edge. Severus gazed at him with wide, delighted eyes, his bloody lips parting to let out a blissful whimper. The noise going straight to Harry’s shaft, it twitched, the smooth skin of his cock sliding against Severus’ prostate, the whimper becoming deep and soulful at the feeling. Wicked smile on his face, Harry pulled out slightly and with a teasing slow slide back in, he deliberately rubbed against it again. Severus’ pinned hands clenched Harry’s harder, his hips lifting allowing Harry to slid in deeper on the next forward thrust.

“Oh.. Oh..oh.” little explosions of breath on Harry’s thrusts into him, Severus gasped with pleasure. Unable to maintain the languid pace for too long, the thrusts becoming faster. The slapping sound of Harry’s balls hitting against Severus’ buttocks getting louder and more frequent. Severus lifted his legs to wrap around either side of Harry’s chest, his hands still pinned above his head, the change in position allowing Harry’s movements to become deep and fluid. Not letting up in the speed of his thrusts, Harry added a circular hip move as he pushed back in, the tip pushing harder against Severus’ prostate.

“Please.” Severus begged, sucking on Harry’s tongue as he moaned lustily. Harry pulled back until the engorged head of his cock was perched just inside the grasping hole, Severus’ body trying to pull him back. The temptation to push back in was almost too great but determined to drag out their pleasure, Harry pushed in at a snails pace, inch by inch sliding into velvet heat. Harry could feel the muscle surrender to his shaft, melding itself like a glove, the heat and slickness making Harry moan huskily. The panting from both the overwhelmed men bouncing around the room, Harry without even being aware of it began to speed up his thrusts. Severus shouting his bliss at the new pace, thighs clenching tight around Harry’s chest, his breath forced from him. The lack of oxygen heightening the delight, Harry following the feeling, chasing his release. The grunts of exertion forced out of him as he slammed hard inside the writhing man.

“Yes, yes.. More Harry!” Severus arched his back, his screams reaching a fevered pitch, Harry thrusting as fast as he could, the sensation of Severus clenching around him on every thrust pushing him over the edge. His own scream of completion drowning out Severus’ breathy moans, balls erupting deep inside the undulating potion master. The first spurt inside him, seeming to trigger Severus’ own orgasm, hot strings of come spilling from his untouched cock. His fingers still clasped to Harry‘s, leaning up to suck at the end of Harry’s tongue as they both reached their peak. The gasping potion master’s come smearing on their chests as it mixed with the rust coloured blood.

Harry slumped forward into the man’s arms, releasing his hands, soft murmurs whispered into his neck as Severus ran his fingers lightly up and down Harry’s sweaty back. Their mouth’s meeting to share a breathy, intimate kiss, their hearts returning to normal rhythm.

“Mmm love you,” Harry spoke into Severus’ neck, kissing the pulse point, moaning as Severus clenched around his softening cock, “Stop.. You’re insatiable!” he laughed, dark eyes regarding him with amusement he slapped Harry on the arse. Their shared huffs of laughter reverberating in the bedchamber, Severus stretched out under him and pulled a face at the realization that they were on the cold floor. Lifting his black gaze to Harry’s laughing one, Harry shrugged.

“I would have done it in the bed but you wouldn’t wait,” he kissed Severus’ smiling lips, “You just can’t get enough of me, can you?” the question asked in a joking tone, Severus’ eyes became serious, he deepened the kiss.

“Never..I’ll never have enough of you.” his honest, lust filled tone sending a shiver of excitement down Harry’s spine.

“SEVERUS!” the frantic shout of Lucius’ voice made them both jump, Harry groaning as he pulled out of Severus, both scrambling to cover themselves.

“SEVERUS.. PLEASE!”

Harry sensed the fear in the blonds’ voice, sharing a look of concern they ran into the sitting room, Lucius’ face anxious in the floo fire.

“Oh Severus, I don’t know what to do.. Draco’s gone!”
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