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Wrong time, right place	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 83607 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Harry and Severus immediately galvanised into action, throwing on whatever clothes they could find. Severus ran to the floo, turning to see why Harry wasn’t behind him.

“I have to go back to the dorms,” seeing the look of confusion, Harry gave him a brief mischievous smile “Marauder’s map, hopefully if Draco is in the castle, we’ll find him.”

Severus appeared to ponder his words for a second, hitching his eyebrow in a sneering, unamused way. The look on his face belied by his next words.

“Marauder’s map?.. We’ll be having a long chat later.” mirth in his tone and his eyes filled with fire. Harry ran to him, slamming their mouths together, his tongue lapping energetically against Severus’. Their moans of pleasure loud in the room, with huge reluctance they broke apart.

“Go.. Go talk to Dumbledore, I’ll be as quick as I can.” Severus gave him a nod, his face filled with concern as he entered the floo, calling out Dumbledore’s office.

Harry ran as fast as he could, the common thankfully empty. Not feeling in the mood to discuss what had happened over the past week. Skidding to a halt when he was greeted by Ron lying on his bed, reading a quidditch magazine.

“Oh finally decided to join your mates, then?” the comment made Harry bristle, he ignored him and began to search his trunk. The map was wrapped up inside the invisibility cloak, he grabbed that as well having a feeling that he may need it at some point.

“Ron. I haven’t got time for this,” he ran his fingers through his hair with a frustrated sigh, concern evident in his voice “I have to get back to the order, Draco’s missing.”

Ron looked surprised, then his face twisted with anger launching himself from the bed and approaching Harry. His voice loud and piercing in the silent tower.

“Oh I see,” the look on his face was malicious and full of spite, his eyes glowing with a twisted idea, “Snape and Draco? Been busy haven’t you, one death eater not enough for you that you have to bring in the death eater in training too!”

The slap resounded throughout the room, the sharp noise of a hand hitting skin seemed to fill the room. Ron’s eyes were stunned as he reached up to cup his reddened cheek, Harry’s handprint vivid on his pale, freckled skin. Harry stood, staring at his hand with disbelief though his body clearly still ready to fight, heart pounding and muscles tense, the anger radiating from him in waves. Green eyes brimming with fire lifted to look at the shocked red head. Harry’s voice calm and even as he spoke.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” Ron began to splutter , Harry held up his hand, Ron stopped speaking, “I love Severus, if you can’t deal with that and still be my friend then I accept your decision.” the finality in his tone made Ron pale even more. Harry turned and walked to the door, leaving his flustered supposed friend staring at his back.

The tears falling from Harry as he ran to Dumbledore’s office, wiping his eyes and schooling his features before he entered the room. Lucius was frantically pacing back and forth, Remus by his side following after the man talking in a low calm voice, Harry caught some of the words.

“He’ll be fine.. One of brightest students..please sit down..lucius..we’ll find him, I promise.” Remus reached out to touch Lucius’ arm, the blond stopped pacing and turned to look at the man, his eyes were filled with tears as he allowed Remus to pull him into an embrace. Harry noticed that no one seemed surprised at this development, he himself had already picked up on the obvious attraction between the men. Filled with the renewed determination to find the silly blond prat.

“The map!” Harry shouted and pulled it out of his pocket. Severus’ eyes shot up from the in depth conversation he had been having with Dumbledore and Kingsley, his black eyes sparked with life at the sight of Harry. Green ones fixed on him and Harry felt his heart beat faster, just being in the same room as the potion master made him feel light headed. They all gathered around him as he tapped the map and recited the words, smiling at Remus as the map revealed its secret. All eyes frantically scanned the dots, no trace of Draco was present.

“She’s got him! I know it!” Lucius shouted, his certainty making his resolve crumble, he sagged into Remus’ arms and began to sob. Remus looked at Harry, his amber eyes filled with faith in Harry. An idea popped suddenly into Harry’s mind.

“Dobby!” He shouted, the snap of apparition and the happy house elf smiled up at Harry, cringing and pulling away when he noticed grey eyes staring at him.

“Dobby’s old master can not have him back. Dobby is a free elf!” his large round eyes narrowing at Lucius, Harry patted Dobby lightly on the head to get his attention.

“It’s ok.. Mr Malfoy doesn’t want you back,” Harry heard the agreeing huff emerging from Lucius, “But we have to find Draco.”

“Young master Malfoy?, No Dobby doesn’t want to go to him either!”

“Shhh, no one wants you to be their elf.” Harry soothed the upset Dobby who was pulling at his ears painfully.

“I need to go to the manor, be careful and see if Draco is there,” Harry grabbed his hand to stop him from hurting himself, the large eyes regarded him with affection, “Please be careful, don’t let anyone see you.” Dobby nodded, looked at Lucius once more with distaste and disappeared.

“He doesn’t like you much.” Remus’ voice echoed in the quiet room, Harry let out a laugh at the expression on the blonds’ face at the statement.

“Now we wait to see,” Dumbledore squeezed Lucius’ shoulder, he nodded and leaned into Remus’ touch, “Kingsley and I will be at the ministry, contact me as soon as you hear anything.”

The flare of the floo announcing their departure, Lucius sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair, it now in disarray. Remus instinctively reached up to smooth the strands, Harry looked at Severus and quirked an eyebrow. Frowning as he stared at Harry, a look of concern flitter across his dark eyes. Grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards Dumbledore’s private quarters.

“I must talk to Harry, call us if you hear anything.” he shouted behind him, shoving Harry through the doorway. Harry shocked at his attitude, turned to glare at him and opened his mouth to speak, silenced as Severus pressed a tender kiss against his lips.

“Harry, you’ve been crying?” Severus’ voice filled with the combined emotion of worry and a hint of lust. Their bodies were pressed firmly against each other, Harry could almost feel the potion master’s thudding heart. His lips tingled where Severus’ had touched them, he moved forward and returned the kiss, his tongue tracing along the bottom lip of the now gasping man. Severus’ hands came up to grab fistfuls of Harry’s shirt, the fingers clenching as the kiss deepened. Breath passing back and forth between their eager lips, Severus’ tongue lapping alongside Harry’s teasing one. Mapping and licking the coral of Harry’s luscious mouth, his breathy whimpers speeding up the older man’s heart. With huge reluctance, Severus broke away from the kiss, staring into glazed lust filled eyes and knowing his own reflected the need that was building between them again.

“Answer the question?” his tone strained with arousal, voice deeper than usual. Harry moaned at the rich baritone washing over him, Severus’ voice was addictive, smooth and rich, full of decadence.

“Ron,” Harry pressed himself more firmly against the potion master, their erections rubbing lightly, Severus’ with a determined look wrenched himself away from the undulating green eyed man, “It doesn’t matter.” Harry insisted, the urge to rut against the formidable dark eyed man was overwhelming, thrusting himself forward. His throbbing cock slamming roughly into Severus’ rigid shaft. Breath stuck in his chest at the sensation of cloth covered hardness brushing on his own turgid member.

“Harry, stop.. What happened?” Severus grabbed his shoulders, firmly but gentle pushing him away, the disappointment in his eyes mirrored by Harry’s anguished moan.

“He hates that we’re together,” Harry lowered his head, his face a mask of misery, Severus tensed, wanting to tear Mr Weasley apart for hurting his Harry. “I think I’ve lost my best friend.”

Severus shaking his head pulled Harry into a bone crushing hug, whispering into his Harry’s hair, fighting the urge to storm from the room and find the moronic red head.

“He’ll come round, he cares for you,” his voice nearly choking as he reassured Harry, hating that he was so upset, “Go and find him, tell him how you feel.” Harry nodded and hugged back harder. The heat beginning to build in the room, Severus forcing himself to try and pull away. Aware of where they were and that anyone could come back at any time. Harry whimpered, his fingers digging into Severus’ biceps pulling him flush against him again, his cock rutting into Severus’ hip.

“No!, don’t go.. please touch me.” Harry pleaded, the desire making his voice rough with lust. Unable to resist, Severus crushed his mouth to Harry’s, the kiss steamy and toe curling in its intensity. Fingers scrambled to remove clothes, desperate for flesh, moans of pleasure swallowed as fingertips touched bare skin. Harry pulled Severus’ shirt off, the buttons flying in all directions, manoeuvring the man backwards, stopping as Severus’ back slammed against the closed door. Severus gasping at the cool wood touching his heated skin, moaning loudly as Harry’s exploring fingers delved further and yanked his trousers open, exposing his length, it sprang free and slapped against his toned stomach. Harry watched it, the lust flared in his wild green eyes, flustered, he reached down to pull his own trousers open, freeing his thick shaft. Severus could smell the musk of arousal filling the room, a heart felt sigh of pleasure escaping when Harry grabbed both of their erections and rubbed them together, their combined pre-come slicking the way as he stroked them.

Severus leaned to kiss him, Harry lapping excitedly at his tongue as they met. Wiggling his hips, Severus’ trousers slid down to the floor, kicking them away leaving him naked and pinned to the door. Harry deepened the kiss, his hands coming round to cup Severus’ arse and lift him up, the potion master letting out a little whimper as he wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist. Harry pushed him harder into the door, bending his knees and taking Severus’ weight. Both men groaning as Harry’s cock seemingly having a mind of its own unerring sought out Severus’ twitching pucker. Its blunt head nudging the closed muscle, testing its resistance as Harry pushed forward, the tip sliding into the heat of Severus’ body.

He mumbled the spell into Severus’ mouth, the potion master gasped at the feel of his tunnel becoming slick and wet. The tip pushed further inside, spreading and stretching Severus open, his body relaxing to the burn of penetration. Heart beating faster, body revelling in the sensation of Harry breaching his entrance, filling him in a way he had never felt before. Harry gasped at indescribable sensations rocketing through his body, the sex with Severus was breath taking and getting better every time. His thick cock fitting perfectly inside the shaking man, their bodies slotting together as if they were made just for each other. Severus whimpered, Harry’s cock gliding against his prostate as Harry bottomed out, his large cock buried to the hilt. Joint moans of delight spilled from their lips, overwhelmed by the feeling.

Severus, the first to move, wiggling his hips from side to side, Harry’s cock pushing against the spot that made Severus see stars, Harry moaning against his lips at the feel of Severus clenching him ,tightly. He pulled downwards sliding himself out of the grasping hole, leaving an inch or two still inside the velvet heat, his moan rising an octave as he slammed back. Severus physically moving up the door with the force of the thrust, sliding down slightly as Harry pulled back again only to scream and move back up when Harry pushed back inside. The pace fast, Harry’s thrusts deep and hard, Severus clinging to him and his legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

The exertion on Harry’s face evident as his brow began to glisten, Severus sucking on the end of his tongue as he began to thrust himself to meet Harry halfway, gasping at the depth Harry reached, the constant slide against his prostate pushing Severus closer to the edge. Harry whimpered, thrusting faster, his own release approaching at speed. Severus reached down to stroke himself, Harry groaning at the sight, eyes wide and wild as he watched the potion master stroke himself. The combined sensation of his own hand wrapped around his cock and Harry filling him pulled Severus’ orgasm from him. He threw his head back and took a breath, holding it while his cock erupted everywhere, splashes of come hitting Harry’s chest and coating his own. The first splash hitting Harry and the tightening of Severus around his throbbing cock dragged Harry’s climax from him, with the force of a freight train. He thrust up once and spilled himself inside a trembling Severus, balls tight to the point of pain, the pleasure pushing out all thought, fireworks exploding behind his eyes. Panting loudly into each others mouths, pulses racing and heart beating erratically. Severus broke the kiss to take a shaking breath, smiling at the blissful look on Harry’s face.

Severus slowly lowered his legs, Harry’s softening cock slipping from him, a slick pop sounded in the room. Severus moaned as he felt hot fluid dripping down his thighs, Harry pulled him into a slow kiss, their tongues licking tiredly alongside each other. Both of them gasping for breath as their thundering hearts began to slow.

“Feel better?” Severus asked in a husky voice, Harry laughed and kissed him again, the kiss too brief for both of them. The heat dampened for a while but still smouldering between them.

I’ll never have enough of him

The thought made Harry smile and he grasped the still naked potion master roughly against him, the kiss that followed was knee trembling and fire filled, Harry devoured Severus’ mouth, the dark eyed man clinging to Harry like a life raft, his tongue trying to follow but incapable of keeping up with the onslaught from Harry.

“Your mine.” Harry murmured with certainty into Severus’ kiss swollen mouth, Severus grasped him harder and moaned his agreement. Harry came back to himself, flustered at his attitude but driven by a desire to make the potion master his and only his.

“We should get back to the others?” Severus whispered, his face still flushed from the sex, Harry kissed him gently and nodded. The silence was comfortable while they dressed, Harry sneaking glances at Severus, smiling when he caught him doing the same.

The office was quiet when they returned, Harry hoping that Dumbledore’s quarters were far enough away that no one had heard them. Severus stopped dead in front of him, a gasp emerging from the man, Harry peered around him. Eyes widening at the sight of Lucius and Remus kissing, Lucius sitting in the armchair by the fire and Remus kneeling at his feet. Harry could see the blond had obviously been crying, surmising that Remus had been comforting him and the kiss had been the result. The heat between the two men appeared to be building, Lucius running his fingers through Remus’ sandy hair, tugging the man closer as the kiss deepened. Remus moaned into the blonds’ mouth, reaching up to run his fingers down the man’s chest. Lucius moaned and pulled away, shaking his head and Harry heard the whispered words.

“I can’t.. not now with Draco missing, I’m sorry.” Remus looked disappointed for a split second then lightly pressed a kiss to the man’s lips murmuring that he understood. Lucius gave him a weary smile and pressed his lips back returning the light kiss.

“At a later date?” he moaned against Remus’ lips, they broke apart both of them filled with regret. A smile gracing his amber eyes, Remus nodded, tilting his head and sniffing.

“Hello Harry.” he said as he turned around, Harry blushed at them being caught watching a tender moment, having forgotten about a wolves sense of smell.

“Hey Remus, Lucius.” Harry walked into the room, his face a shocking shade of red. Severus chuckling quietly behind him, Harry was just turning to say something to the chortling potion master when the crack of apparition sounded. Dobby stood trembling, wringing his ears obviously distressed, Harry’s heart plummeted. Lucius face reflecting his fear at what he was about to tell them.

We’re too late, Voldemort has him!

“Draco?” Lucius’ voice trembling as he looked at the distraught elf. Large eyes regarded him then looked to Harry, shaking his head and lowering his eyes.

“Dobby, is sorry Harry Potter, young master Malfoy was not there,” he gripped his ears tighter, punishing himself, Harry heard the sigh of relief from Lucius, his own heart skipping a beat at Draco not being there, “Dobby searched but could find him, Dobby failed.” Harry grabbed the upset elf’s hand and stopped him, reassuring him that Dobby had done a good job, slowly the elf calmed down. His teary eyes looked at Harry in awe then turned to Lucius, his eyes narrowed slightly and he let out a sigh.

“The angry one with the mad eyes is telling them to look in the forbidden forest, but Dobby is not going there, it is forbidden!”

Everyone stopped for a second pondering Dobby’s words, mad eyes?

“Bellatrix!” Harry and Severus shouted at the same time, Lucius paled even further. Severus nodded to Remus, telling him to comfort the terrified man, Remus stroked the back of Lucius’ hand, soothing the distressed blond.

“That means they haven’t got him,” Harry paced back and forth thinking, “We have to get to him before they do!” Lucius jumped up at his words, his features a mask of determination, Severus tensed ready to follow as they gathered their wands. Harry grabbed him, pulling him to one side.

“You can’t come,” Severus spluttered, face stunned at Harry’s order, Harry reached up to touch his cheek, the dark eyes instantly calm, “If it gets back to Voldemort that you’re helping, he’ll kill you.” Harry’s voice cracked on the last two words, reluctantly Severus had to agree.

“Listen to him my friend, contact Dumbledore and tell him where we are.” Lucius’ voice carried to them, the steel in the tone indicating to Harry that he was prepared for a fight. Severus pulled Harry to him, their lips meeting in a too quick kiss before he pushed him away, with great sadness in his eyes as Harry ran after Remus and Lucius.

The forbidden forest stood waiting for them, Harry had always felt the place was alive. No sound carried in the dark woods, the mist curling and swirling around the base of the gnarled tree trunks, branches reaching up as if crawling towards the sun. The light in the sky barely penetrating through the forest cover, a tracking charm that Lucius was trying, shining a little blue dot ahead of them. The three men following it and hoping that it would lead them to Draco. A shiver travelled up Harry’s spine unable to shake the feeling that they were being watched, cautiously with his voice low he spoke to Remus.

“Have you spoken to the other wolves?” Remus jumped slightly at Harry’s voice cutting through the eerie silence, he nodded and answered with a unsteady voice.

“Yes, they’re reluctant to join, Voldemort has approached some of the others, Greyback’s followers are already on board.” he said the last part with a sigh.

“Dumbledore has contacted the most powerful Vampire clans but we’ve received no answer as yet, Voldemort will be actively trying to recruit them.”

Vampires?

Lucius stopped, Harry and Remus automatically following his lead. The forest seemed to much darker than before, almost like it was night though it was the middle of the day. Lucius beckoned the two men closer, his voice almost inaudible as he spoke to them.

“Someone is using an artificial night charm.” the tremor was evident as he spoke. Harry scanned the forest, eyes squinting and trying to see anything. The daylight still shining behind them in the forest reflecting slightly as they crossed into the darkness, its last visible beams penetrating enough to give the appearance of moonlight. The three men paused to allow their eyes to adjust to the gloom, the cool air becoming frigid as they progressed further in the forest. The glowing blue dot in front casting an eerie glow, leaving light trails behind itself as it moved ahead of them. A low whimper pierced the darkness, a lone voice calling for help.

Draco!

The dot shot ahead at speed, the men sprinting towards the sound, Harry could hear his heart thundering in his chest and the pants for air from the other men. Coming into view was a clearing, lying on his back was Draco, McNair towering over him, axe in hand. The three men skidded to a stop, wands drawn moving slowly forwards, knowing that stealth and surprise would be a valuable asset. Harry nearly lost his footing when it became cleared that McNair was not alone, a tall muscular man was standing near him, eyes skittish and scanning the surrounding area. Narcissa stood behind him, wand twirling idly in her hand, a look of boredom on her indifferent face.

What a fucking bitch, she doesn’t even care!

Harry fingers grasped his wand tighter, the anger raging inside and turned to look at Lucius, his face mirroring his emotion. The grey eyes almost black in the limited light, his handsome features twisted with rage.

“Lets just take him back, its cold.” her cold clipped tones seemed to draw tears from Draco, he sobbed lifting his hand imploring her to let him go, she turned away with a look of disgust. McNair loomed over him, intimidating with his stature throwing his axe to the side out of Draco‘s reach, Harry horrified as he reached down to palm himself through his trousers, his tone lusty and full of malice.

“I want him to please me first, such a sweet little mouth,” he rubbed harder, Draco tried to scramble back, whimpering with pain as McNair stood on his hip, pining him to floor painfully, “I’ve always wondered about how good it would feel around my cock.”

Harry had to grab Lucius by the arm to stop him from charging in there with his wand blazing. The feeling that they were being watched was overpowering now, Harry’s green eyes widening as he noticed that the clearing was completely surrounded. McNair’s sidekick had become distracted by the change of events. Harry tapped Lucius and nodded his head in the direction of the shadowy figures, all three men stunned at the vision. Dark outlines of people silhouetting the forest around them.

A single figure moved from the rest walking to the clearing, the four people in the centre unaware of their presence. McNair unzipping and freeing his cock, calling for the other man to hold him down. Draco kicked and screamed, Narcissa watching the spectacle with cold detachment.

Stunned at the appearance of a small, teenage girl, probably no older than Harry, her hair plaited in a French braid, the blond highlights catching the light that filtered through the trees. Her eye piercing even in the murky light, seeming to glow a faint yellow, with confidence she walked towards them. Remus gasped, Harry followed his line of sight, surprised to see that strapped to her back was a sword, slowly she unsheathed it. The steel glittering, her eyes flashed with fire and with a grace Harry had never seen before she crossed the distance at an inhuman speed. Harry barely saw the flash of metal, the thud of McNair’s head leaving his body and hitting the floor echoed loudly. Gouts of blood erupting from the flailing body, the steam rising in the cool air from the warm blood as it covered Draco. The blonds screams hitching into whimpers, Narcissa shouting and whirling around to catch a glimpse of the girl, flying back with a stuttered scream. The power behind the strike from the girl’s sword cleaving Narcissa’s head in two, Harry turned his head and the bile rose in his throat. A gargled screech making him turn back, the man with McNair was pinned by the throat to the floor, the girl straddling him as he gasped for breath, the yellow light faded in her eyes as she looked at Draco. Her voice carried to the three stunned men.

“Are you ok?” her voice gentle and sweet, Draco nodded. She sat up, man still bucking beneath her, and with her free hand she whistled. A taller, lithe man entered the clearing. Handsome, slightly older than his female counterpart, long black hair tied with a black ribbon, an aristocratic air about him, moving with a familiar grace, he approached them. His striking hazel eyes fixed on where the three men were standing, he smiled and with a clear strong voice called to them.

“You can come out, we won’t hurt you.” Harry was the first to respond, finding that he felt that he could trust the man. Remus hissed at him to stop but he ignored him, lowering his wand as he stood in the clearing.

“Mr Potter, I presume?” the man asked with a hint of awe.

“Yes, and you are?” the man shook his head, his face embarrassed as he walked to Harry extending his hand for him to shake.

“Where are my manners, I’m sorry.. I’m Saul and this pain in the arse,” he looked down at the smirking girl “is Amelia.” she smiled up at Harry. Her fingers still wrapped tightly around the man’s throat, Saul reached down to help Draco get up, grabbing and discarding McNair’s body like it weighed nothing, Harry could sense the power flowing within the pair. He lifted Draco to his feet with great gentleness, pulling Draco’s hand to his lips and placing a kiss on the back of his hand, Draco blushed.

“A pleasure to meet you, I hope that you are uninjured?” he asked politely, Draco, who seemed to have lost the power of speech just nodded, staring intently at the man. Harry was beginning to feel he was intruding, glad when he heard Lucius and Remus emerge from the trees. Saul gave them a dazzling smile and introduced himself, Lucius watched him with distrustful eyes, Harry surmised that it he was watching more because he didn’t like the way he looked at Draco than for any other reason. The tapering gasps from the captured man caught everyone’s attention, Saul sighed and looked at Amelia.

“Stop toying with him!” long suffering annoyance in his voice, Amelia quirked her eyebrow fixing her eyes on Draco, with a wink she crushed the man’s windpipe. The crunching sound sent a shudder through Harry, the gasping dissolving in to a death rattle as the man struggled to breath and then stillness, silence filling the clearing. Gracefully, Amelia stood and moved away from the now cooling body, she regarded Harry with a probing stare, Harry noticed what unusual eyes she had, the outer ring a dark shade of blue, fading to a sky blue with a starburst of hazel in the middle. The eyes smiled and he found himself returning it, she reached to shake his hand, her touch cool.

They’re vampires

Before he had a chance to say anything the grip tightened, gasping with pain as her fingertips dug into his flesh. Saul grabbed her and pulled her away, nearly pulling Harry over in the process, Remus shouting his distress at Saul. Everyone halting when they saw her eyes, the breath taking shade replaced with blackness, no white in her eye visible. Her body shaking, eyes fixed and unseeing, with a strangely melodic voice she spoke, the words and tone making Harry wish that Severus were with him.

“When the ghostly orb is ripe, the darkest pitch of night, blood will spill, a man of dark and a child of light, blood lines mix and battle cries ring, his sacrifice given freely and a prince will be the saviour’s king.”

Amelia staggered and collapsed to the floor, Saul and Draco rushing to her aid. Harry stood frozen to the spot, goose bumps all over his skin, trembling as he realized that she had given him a new prophecy.
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