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Coming Home to You	By : freakenbree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 25092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Author’s Note: Thank you to all the reviews! I do enjoy a good love triangle, and I really love it when Lucius and Severus go head to head. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Keep up your support and reviews.

Big shout out to my husband’s cousin, and my little somethin’-somethin’ on the side Leyla, who helped me as a sort of beta J

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Chapter Two

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Severus had not been himself since Lucius had spoken about Potter in such a manner that derived thoughts of naked boy flesh beneath him writhing and moaning for Severus to claim him. When he had arrived in the room in order to sort some of the finer points out with Potter, he had not expected to find Lucius on top of the boy, holding his wrists above his head, pinned down to the floor, and thrusting his hips into him like some alpha male demanding dominance to a lesser animal. He was certainly unprepared for the emotions that would come flooding through him at the sight of Potter’s body writhing beneath the man in his measly attempts at tossing Lucius’ body from his. It was almost comical if it hadn’t been for the overwhelming rage that consumed him body and soul at the sight of it.

He had drawn his wand, aiming it at the man despite his inner urgings to remain calm. When he had finally rid them of Lucius, he was once more consumed in his rage. This time, however, it was a rage against Potter for his having allowed the man to attack him. Potter should know better than to allow Lucius access to his personal rooms. Potter was his house guest, he had concluded to himself. Potter should be writhing underneath him, not Lucius. Severus had paused a moment as the concept jumped driving a lodge within his throat. Had it only been that he wanted Potter because of Lily’s eyes or was there something more that drove him to desire the stubborn Gryffindor. He could not figure a bloody thing out for himself anymore despite his eager attempts at placing hatred towards the boy the previous few days. What could possible change within a matter of days with someone he had spent his existence loathing? The spawn of his arch-nemesis, James Sodding Potter.

Now, he barricaded himself within his rooms to keep the Potter child from seeing the perplexity contaminate his usual indifference. He was once more consumed with thoughts of the boy. Those lips had been so ripe for the tasting--metallic yet sweet when he had devoured them. Potter had responded to him a little too willfully only causing his madness to further as he too lost all composure and thrust his hardening flesh into the boy. The Golden Boy’s voice had been entirely too sinful; Lucius had been right to fear Potter more than delectable and worth claiming.

He was in love with Lily, not Potter. He would never want anything more than revenge upon the child that shared genes with the man who had stolen his love and his ability to sleep restfully—or so he tried to convince himself. However, the last few days, Potter had proven unlike his first judgment of the boy. He loathed saying it, but the boy showed signs of long having been abused; Severus was a bit too at home with these reactions since his father had been the offender in most of his lashings during his childhood. Potter showed every bit of what Severus expressed during the many years his father locked him away, beating him mercilessly until he begged for sweet death to flee his unbearable existence. This only served to further his attachment to the child; the old coot of a headmaster had been a little too on target to state him and Potter shared similarities. He was infuriated the man had meant by posing abuse as one of them. He was now left with a child that was an image of his mother and now, showing signs of what seem to be his relatives abusing him. Bloody Dumbledore! Potter needed someone emotionally capable of comfort; Severus was emotionally incapable of anything other than sarcasm and malice.

Despite all this, it still did not explain away the reason he had become so uncontrollably animalistic in his need to lay claim Potter after Lucius had assaulted the boy within his own residence. What would drive the man to do so anyhow? Was he bloody mad? He was sure that Lucius was well aware of Severus’ approach, but he still had attacked Potter without a second thought.

Severus walked back and forth between his desk and the opposing window in his thought. He could not help the images of Potter’s absolutely luscious face after he had pushed him away—flushed rose cheeks upon porcelain skin, emerald orbs glistening in arousal, and ravished and kiss-swollen lips. The boy did, however, push him away. He was not the one to achieve control of his actions. He wondered if the boy had not stopped him, would he have taken the boy there in that very room.

He detested the thought of it. He was a man of principles and dignity. He did not take advantage of students or use them as a means of satisfying curiosity. He certainly would not go as far as to dirty the Potter child no matter how he detested him. Potter was nowhere near his ideal lover; he was a young boy for Merlin’s sake! Severus did not fancy himself a pedophile. Though, Potter was now at the age of consent.

Severus pressed his hand to his face, covering his eyes. He could not for one minute believe he had just justified to himself the defiling of Albus’ Golden Boy; Albus would have his head by the morning. Speaking of the old sod, the man was entirely to blame for all that had occurred. If he had only listened to his request to keep Potter with someone else, this would have never come to pass. Yes, he should tell the Headmaster right away to keep from further injuring the boy.

Ludicrous! There was no way in Merlin’s beard the man would simply take the boy back over such a case. He would be forever known as the-man-who-defiled-the-boy-who-lived…and enjoyed it, he thought sardonically to himself. He could feel a migraine settle against his brow. He wondered if it was too early to begin drinking or too late shall he say?

“Sod it! I will get extraordinarily drunk and enjoy every last minute of it,” Severus said as he poured himself a full glass of fire whiskey. “Cheers to insufferable Gryffindors.”

~*~

Severus had become inebriated after an hour of glass after glass. When he had heard a soft knocking at his door, he stumbled over to it in his haste. Lucius Malfoy stood in all of his glory, finding a smile at Severus’ current state.

“Severus, I do believe you completely sloshed,” Lucius saying in a very whiny, surprised voice though his face would say otherwise. The man looked to be enjoying this a little too much. Lucius Malfoy had long been his friend, despite their constant bickering.

“Come to beg for my pardon,” Severus said evenly despite his intoxication. He had grown fairly accustomed to speaking without allowing the drink to contaminate his speech.

“Hardly,” Lucius said as he walked inside the room. “You seem to be doing much more drinking than usual, Severus.”

“What have you come for, Lucius?” Severus was beginning to lose his patience. He had spent the better part of his night blaming Lucius for his actions, and now the man stood before him oblivious to his internal conflict.

“To give you an explanation of sorts, Sev,” Lucius turned on him using his nickname they shared when they were in school. “I am sure you are confused as to why I assaulted Potter.”

“Confused does not begin to explain what I feel right now,” Severus said, defeated and sitting to keep his relaxed body from falling into a pool on the floor. “Well on with it. I would like very much to retire for the night.”

“The true reason I turned spy for Dumbledore was a sort of understanding between Dumbledore and I. Dumbledore agreed that when Potter came of age, I may court him. Narcissa and I have not been together a long time because of my…interests. Our relationship is only a ploy. In Potter’s first year, I had discovered the certain Gryffindor with emerald eyes, hair a mess, and courage rolling off his tongue even in the face of a greater wizard,” Lucius had turned once more away from Severus. Severus was astounded and vaguely wondered if his intoxication had caused such a hallucination to occur.

“I have grown an attachment, will you, to Potter,” Lucius stated as he turned his eyes towards Severus.

“You cannot be serious, Lucius.”

“I assure you, I am. I have fought these feelings for years, Sev. When Dumbledore offered me an opportunity to see where they might lead me, I was more than content to accept.”

“You assaulted him, Lucius. I hardly think that courtship,” Severus finally resolved through his stupor. He could not for one minute believe that Lucius would want a child the same age of his own son. It was absolute madness. While he had always known of Lucius’ stray of attraction to include men, he never believed it would be a certain brat that he himself was now fighting internally over.

“It was unbecoming of me, I realize. I had meant only to have a chat with him, but the boy is intoxicating,” Lucius said exasperated. “I will try to fare better next time.”

“I do not seem to recall ever agreeing to allow this courtship within my residence,” Severus said as he fought to remain calm. His anger was beginning to show in his face. He did not want Lucius to lay a single digit on Potter. The boy had just left one dangerous situation to go fully into another. He was also ready to strike down the man in which had made this all possible—Albus Dumbledore. What did the man think by offering Potter up like some trading card?! It was causing the anger in the pit of his stomach swell in size.

“Ah,” Lucius said almost defeated. “Dumbledore had directed me to your residence to begin the courtship.”

“What could Dumbledore possibly gain from allowing such a thing?! It’s inconceivable,” Severus growled as he stood from his seat. “I will not allow it in my home.”

“I thought not, old friend.” Lucius moved towards him, his eyes boring into him as if knowing his crimes. “I am, however, very interested to know what is causing this sudden protectiveness of Potter. I thought you hated the spawn of James Potter.”

“It is not protection,” Severus said as he straightened against the accusation. “You must do it elsewhere, not my personal residence.”

“A valid point,” Lucius said as he seemed to think a moment. “I know! Once or twice a week, Potter should be brought to my manor and then, I should have time to court him.”

“Court him,” Severus scoffed. He was suddenly aware of what had just been suggested. “Pardon? Your manor?”

“Indeed,” Lucius said as he stood in front of Severus. “For an hour or two, during those times. I need to prove fallacy to who Potter really thinks I am.”

“I cannot comprehend this. You truly mean to court Potter? Why? What could you possibly want from a child?” Severus was once more flabbergasted by Lucius’ persistence on the notion of courtship.

Lucius seemed to eye him a moment before he let out a sigh in defeat. “You should understand better than anyone of wanting something in which you should not. For how long have you loved Lily, Severus? It is, against my better judgment, the same in which I feel for Harry.”

Severus watched him, hoping to keep the surprise from his eyes. Lucius not only referred to Potter by his given name, but just compared the way Severus felt about Lily to that in which he felt for Potter. The confession had left him bewildered and another emotion he could not quite identify. He felt the rage begin to crumble his reserves.

“What makes you believe Potter would want anything to do with you after you assaulted him? He may be a child but he is not completely naïve, Lucius.”

“I intend to apologize for actions earlier. I know I often can be crass but I hope with time he can at least find friendship in me. I do not see why you care to know this if you feel nothing for him.”

“I was only curious,” Severus feigned indifference once more. He did not want to admit that the idea that Lucius was so willing to put his inner most feelings on the line to have anything with Potter was causing him to become uneasy. He shouldn’t care whether or not Lucius pursued Potter. The only care he should have is where it is done.

“While I realize it is normal in this world to affiliate with no orientation often,” Severus began smoothly. “Potter was raised in a muggle world. He does not strike me to be in the least attracted to men. Even so, he has been put within my protection by Dumbledore and thus, I will not take him elsewhere, especially a spy within the Dark Lord’s circle.”

“Then it must be done here,” Lucius said with a small smile.

“It will not,” Severus said his rage beginning to drip from his words. “I do not condone the defilement of a child.”

“Ah, you do not condone it, yet participate in such yourself.”

“Pardon?” Severus gaped at the man as Lucius drew close. He watched Severus with a smile that told too much of Severus’ crime.

“You are least on your guard around Potter, Severus. I may have left, but I only returned again to find you ‘defiling’ said child. I wonder, did you truly believe that it would go unnoticed that you have completely become undone at the seams in the last few days? I have long been a friend,” Lucius stated as he placed a hand on Severus’ shoulder. “I will not, however, hand over the boy easily.”

Severus could not find the ability to articulate in return. Lucius had drawn away and nodded his head curtly.

“I expect that you and I shall chat again soon,” he said as he disappeared from the room leaving Severus to his own thoughts. This had certainly turned into a week he would not forget though however hard he wished he would. Sinking back into the chair, he let out a groan and closed his eyes.

~*~

Harry had kept to his room after their shared moment. He went over how it had occurred over and over and still could not draw a conclusion as to why it had happened. First, Lucius attacked him, and then Snape kissed him. What in the bloody hell was going on? Was this some alternate universe he had just happened to stumble into? The day’s events soon turned into images of Snape above him, devouring his mouth and laying claim to a deeper part of Harry he hadn’t known existed. He had had his share of lustful thoughts, but nothing compared to the way Snape had made him feel when the man had ravished him. What was it about the man that elicited the inner most desire from Harry he wondered?

On the other hand, when Lucius had assaulted him, he had felt nothing but disgust and fear. Being pinned down to the floor, rubbed up into by a hardness he could only conclude to be the man’s erection, was enough to have his stomach clench into a ball and threaten to make him vomit. He had hoped that Snape would save him, and then, there the man was.

Harry shook away the thoughts, settling into the bed for the night and refusing to think back on what had transpired that day. He let out a deep breath he had been holding and closed his eyes to beckon sleep to take him. When more images of Snape danced through his head, he let out a frustrated groan. He remembered how good it had felt against the other, the pleasure that tore through him at the thrust of hips pressing the hard clothing-covered erections to each other. It was enough to make a hormonal teenage boy once more plagued with arousal. Harry never sought to affiliate himself with one sexual orientation, but he never thought in his wildest dreams that he would be getting off on his potion’s professor.

Sliding his hand down to his growing arousal, he grasped the material that covered it. When newfound desire washed through him at the prospects of Severus’ hand being the one to do it, he slid his hand beneath the material of his pajama trousers and began to stroke himself in fervor. It didn’t take long with the images of Severus’ mouth on his, licking and curling against his tongue in a battle of dominance, for him to drive over the edge of euphoria. He was breathing heavily as he removed his hand, suddenly ashamed of what he had done. Walking the short distance to the bathroom, he decided on taking a bath to clean away his disgrace.

~*~

Morning had come too quickly in Harry’s opinion. He felt the heat of his last night’s disgrace wash over him for the third time since. He didn’t want to see his professor after what had occurred just the day before. Afraid of what might happen if he were to be discarded easily with a fling of the man’s hand in indifference, Harry stayed in the room even as the hour chimed half after eight.

Hard knocking startled him from his thoughts. He held his hand to his chest as he breathed, trying to regain his calm. When the knocking came again, he heard an exasperated curse as the door flew open, exposing Harry in his uneasy state to Snape. The man walked the distance to where Harry sat on top of his bed and crossed his arms tightly against his chest.

“Your tardiness is unacceptable, Potter.”

“I just thought,” Harry was able to stutter out.

“You just thought what, Potter? That you would force me to await your arrival, or that you intended never speak anything of it to me.” Severus’ anger pierced through Harry like a knife. He was livid from what Harry could see, but Snape was the one that walked away without an explanation. What could he expect?

“I’m not the one who kissed me and ran away like some coward,” Harry shouted as he too crossed his arms and held his eyes to the other.

“Ah,” Severus said as he moved closer and leaned in towards Harry. Despite himself, Harry shifted backwards to avoid the man. “Did you wish me to continue, Potter? I will remind you that you pushed me away.”

“Well,” Harry said breathlessly. “Why did you do it?”

“Although I may not seem as such, I am a man with needs.” Severus easily shrugged it off leaving Harry angrier than he had been over this entire situation.

“So you thought you would take advantage of a teenage boy with the eyes of someone you once loved?” Harry was completely baffled by his professor’s admission. Could you kiss someone you felt only hatred towards? It was a foreign concept to Harry. Although Snape seemed to grow angry at this accusation, he answered Harry coolly.

“You were not exactly unwilling,” Severus said as he peered at Harry through obsidian eyes. “I daresay you seemed to enjoy it.”

“I,” Harry said swallowing the lump now growing in his throat. “I was surprised.”

“Indeed,” Severus said coolly. “Enough so that you were aroused, Potter?”

“You’re a bloody sadist!” Harry said as the lump threatened to burst despite his eager attempts at swallowing it away.

“A compliment coming from Dumbledore’s Golden Boy, I assure you.” Severus shifted backwards keeping his eyes on Harry. “Now, if you are quite done, we have lessons to attend to. Do not think for a moment Potter that this serves as an excuse for your tardiness. You will be punished accordingly. However, at the moment I wish only to finish what I have been charged to do.”

Harry felt tears begin to swell in his eyes. He blinked them back, refusing to be caught crying in front of this ill-tempered man. To think he had thought himself even the least bit attracted to Snape. He was going bloody mad. Taking the man at his challenge, Harry stood up and gathered his clothes to change in the bathroom. Once he had gotten ready, he came out and followed the man down to the living room where they continued to brew the first potion.

After an hour of brewing, Harry felt a smile at his lips despite the earlier argument. He had finally concocted the deception potion perfectly this time. Snape had nodded his approval, having probably not expected Harry to be able to do it so quickly.

“It is satisfactory,” he said as he held the flask to the light.

“It’s bloody perfect,” Harry said grinning up at the potion. He felt proficient since the potion was proven a hard one to concoct. When Snape put his mind to it, he was a rather good teacher. Harry would never admit to that fact, however.

“Language, Potter,” Snape said as he set the flask on the coffee table. “We will begin the second tomorrow.”

Harry nodded and settled back into the couch. He had expected that Snape would immediately retire to his room, but the man took the chair next to him and seemed to be thinking himself. Harry watched him for a few moments before he brought about the courage to ask the man the question plaguing him.

“I didn’t think you fancied blokes, professor. You know, with fancying my mum and all,” Harry said deriving a sudden coughing fit from his professor. Snape looked at him, having obviously been caught off guard by the question, and stared at Harry incredulously.

“I beg your pardon, Potter? I do not see how that is any of your business,” Snape said as he readjusted himself and maintained his usual indifference.

“I think it does,” Harry said turning his eyes away from the man. “Considering you snogged me just last night.”

When Harry finally gathered enough courage to look over, the man looked absolutely speechless. It was certainly a triumph. Now they were even. Snape had won the first round this morning; now, Harry had won the second. He was about to add insult to injury but there came a pounding at the door, and Snape was immediately heading towards it, wand in hand.

“Where is my bloody god son, Snivillus!” Sirius Black stormed into the room and having finally noticed Harry, he ran over and held him tightly within his arms. “Harry! Are you hurt?!”

“Hello Sirius,” Harry said with a chuckle. He could see Snape return to the room, his face utterly consumed with rage.

“Damn mutt! What do you mean by this intrusion?! Is my house to play host to all the insufferable brats and animals within a mile’s radius?!” Snape was definitely enraged, but his godfather easily ignored it.

“Albus told me about those damn relatives of yours,” he said holding Harry at arm’s length. “I have right mind to torture them, but Albus made me promise not to.”

Harry smiled at his godfather and then shook his head. “That would make you no better than they are. The Headmaster was right to make you promise. I’m fine, Sirius, really.”

“Then come away with me,” Sirius said eyeing him eagerly. “I know it will be a bit dangerous, but I can protect you. It will be until you are off to Hogwarts.”

“Absolutely not,” Snape said from behind them. He stormed over and gave Sirius one of his signature death glares. “Potter is to remain within my protection.”

“He bloody will not! You are no better than those rubbish relatives of his,” Sirius said as he stood to meet Snape’s glare; however, he was much shorter, so he glared right into Snape’s shoulder. Harry found himself a bit amused by the way the two fought. They were like children whenever they came near each other.

“If I come with you Sirius, you’ll be in danger of being found. I’ll just stay here,” Harry said finally resolved.

“You absolutely will not. I would rather be caught by the ministry then subject you to this unpalatable snake!” He came over and held Harry within his embrace. Harry felt his reserves crumble. The man he had known as his only family was offering to keep him until his return to Hogwarts. The offer was overly tempting. After Snape had made it clear that he only thought Harry some side dish to his appetite, Harry was less than inclined to be anywhere alone with the man. Not to mention, Lucius seemed to drop by frequently regardless of what Snape did to avoid it.

“You filthy mutt,” Snape said through a growl. “Just you try to take Potter. I will obliviate you before you get near the door.”

“That’s enough,” Harry said as he pushed between them. “Sirius, I will stay here, though your offer is tempting. Dumbledore has asked Professor Snape to teach me on specific potions before I return to Hogwarts.”

Sirius looked about to argue, but finally let out an exasperated sigh and only nodded his head. “I will be checking in on you frequently to make sure Snivillus doesn’t lay a filthy hand on you.”

Sirius gave Harry a tight, warm hug before he transformed into Padfoot and was out the door. Harry felt a sigh of relief leave his mouth as he turned towards Snape, unable to withhold his disappointment he was unable to go with his godfather.

“That dog is not allowed in this house,” Snape hissed. “You will do well to remind him.”

Harry felt a rage of his own rush over him, “He is the only family I have!”

Snape advanced on him, his eyes boring holes into him. He felt his courage fail him as the man was twice as tall as him and much more powerful. Harry balled his fists, willing his knees not to give out against the intimidation.

“Family or not,” Snape hissed. “He is not welcome.”

Harry felt the pounding of his heart as he nodded to the man above him. He internally berated himself when his eyes strayed to the man’s lips. He couldn’t help but wonder what they would taste like today. Though he should be consumed with rage, he was instead consumed with lust for the other. His pulse raced as he brought a hand to the man’s robes despite his urge to flee.

“You know,” Harry said a little too quietly. “You aren’t the only one with urges.”

Damn his Gryffindor courage. That was not at all what he meant to say. He had meant to tell the man that Snape wasn’t the only person he wanted to see during his break from school, but something entirely different and seductive came from his lips, although he did enjoy the look that came over Snape after his admission. The man looked positively sinful as his eyes darkened against arousal and he leaned towards Harry, his hands grasping tightly at his upper arms.

“Do I dream or has the-Boy-Who-Lived just offer himself to me?” Snape wasn’t asking as he moved impossibly close, his breath hot against Harry’s flushed cheeks. Harry felt his body quiver under the new prospects despite his inner urgings to use it as a way of refusing the man. However, Snape drew close, their mouths seconds from touching each other.

“Still such an ignorant child. You will have to do better to entice me Potter,” Snape said as he pulled away with a smirk tainting the side of his thin lips. His usual calm had replaced what Harry had earlier seen in his eyes. Snape removed himself from the room leaving Harry to boil underneath his own humiliation.

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