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A Way Of Life	By : Ali_Ranger51 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 25344 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the Harry Potter characters. I make no money from this work of fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter Two
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A Way Of Life: Chapter Two

Harry played nice for the next few days with his friends, pretending that nothing was wrong. Tonks seemed to be a bit more comfortable around him, and didn't treat him as much of a kid anymore, not like she treated, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.

Harry's birthday was a festive occasion, despite being stuck indoors. Harry plastered a smile on his face at Hermione's planner, and for Ron's candy. They always gave him the same things, as if they didn't know what to get him.

It seemed as though no one really knew him anymore. As everyone parted for cake, Harry took his slice and went upstairs to the library. He didn't feel like dealing with everyone at the moment.

He stopped short in the doorway as he saw Professor Snape at the desk there, with three books open in front of him, taking notes. Their eyes met, and Harry looked away. Determined to ignore the man, he sat on the sofa, and began to eat his cake.

He was halfway through when he felt the man looking at him. Harry felt his resolve crumble, and turned slightly to study his professor. The man appeared as though he was reading, but his eyes were frozen on the page.

Harry furrowed his brow, and went back to eating his cake. Not too much later, he felt as though he was being stared at again, causing Harry's stomach to tighten in anticipation. It felt as though he was in the club again, and that a man had scoped him out for some good snogging, at the very least. It was strange, since he wasn't wearing his makeshift club clothes, only his normal attire of a plain sweater and jeans, and he was eating birthday cake in the middle of Headquarters' library.

He glanced towards the man once more, and this time caught Snape staring. Neither of them looked away, their eyes frozen on each other. Harry lowered his fork slowly from his lips. What was wrong with him? This was his professor. This was a bad idea, a very bad idea. But, Merlin, did the man look so hot, and even though he'd been fucked recently, he was feeling really… Snape looked back down to his book.

"You need to learn to control your wayward thoughts, Potter, because they're written all over your face; I don't even need Legilimency to know what you're thinking."

Harry felt himself blush as the man's eyes darted up to look at him once more. He looked down at his lap, feeling a little ashamed. What a slut! he chastised himself internally, and barely resisted the urge to hit himself in the head.

"I'm sorry, sir," Harry said quietly, and left the room, excusing himself.

Despite turning of age, Harry was still not allowed to join the Order. He also wasn't allowed to go to Diagon Alley to do his school shopping either. He'd bribed Tonks with a new leather jacket if she could get him some good clothes from the muggle world. She had accepted the bribe with a wink and smile, and told him to expect the goods by the following week, and a charge to his Gringott's account.

Unfortunately, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were there when she arrived at Headquarters to drop off the new clothes. Before he could say anything, Hermione and Ginny were rifling through the clothes, inspecting Tonks's purchases.

She held up one a particularly risqué pair of shorts between her fingertips gingerly, as if afraid to even touch them. "Really Tonks, Harry would never wear these!" In fact, Harry quite liked the artfully ripped jean shorts, and took them from her.

"I like them, actually." He ignored Hermione's 'you can't be serious' look, and turned to address Tonks. "I like all of it. Thanks Tonks. I really appreciate it."

She'd gotten him a whole bunch of t-shirts, with funny slogans or bands on them, a few pairs of rather expensive looking jeans, some dress shirts and pants, three hoodies, two pairs of black converse (one pair covered in silver studs) and some dress shoes. From the few more rather out there items that Harry spotted among the mix, she also taken it upon herself to get him some proper clubbing clothes, rather than the mismatched stuff he'd had before. She had also gotten him some unmentionables that Harry managed to successfully stash away before his friends saw them.

Tonks gave him an apologetic smile as she watched the girls go through his clothes. Ron, the traitor, had abandoned him as soon as Tonks had arrived in favor of going to the kitchen to sneak a few bites to eat while Mrs Weasley prepared lunch.

She took sympathy on him as Ginny found a pair of bright red boxers that he'd somehow managed to miss in his earlier scramble, and herded the girls out of the room, sitting herself down on the bed with a flop. She pulled a palm sized box out of her pocket and chucked it at his head.

Harry barely managed to catch the offending item before it could connect, and then was infinitely glad that she hadn't left this purchase in with his other clothes.

"Do you like them? They're a gift."

Harry rolled his eyes at her Cheshire-cat grin. "They're condoms," he said, attempting to act as though receiving condoms from the girlfriend of one of his former professors was one of the most natural things in the world.

"Ah," she said, and her grin, if possible, got even wider. "But, these aren't just any ordinary condoms. These ones glow in the dark and taste like fruits."

His mouth dropped open and he couldn't help looking at the small box with renewed interest. "Really?" He knew that condoms like these existed, of course, but he'd never actually tried any.

"Really," she laughed out. "Were all your partners male, or were there some lovely ladies thrown in there as well?"

Harry made a mock disgusted face. "Why, all male, of course," he replied.

Tonks gave a small laugh, playing the game, before the smile fell from her face, and her expression turned serious.

"Harry… Exactly how many men have you been with?"

Harry blushed and immediately tried to deflect. "Why do you want to know?"

Tonks didn't fall for it, and merely looked at him expectantly.

Harry stared at her defiantly for a moment, before giving in. What did it matter if she knew? "Well, uh.." He paused, thinking. "How many men altogether, or just the ones I slept with?"

She raised a brow before answering. "Both."

"Um, well, I'm not actually sure how many men there are altogether, to be honest, but, I'm pretty sure that I've had sex with around..."

Harry paused for a moment, thinking it over. He'd never actually thought about counting before. He'd lost his virginity the summer before fourth year, and in the following summers, he'd down his best to distract himself from Voldemort and the war by being with as many men as possible. He hadn't slept with every man he'd come across, of course, but sex was always the desired goal. This summer had even more sex than ever, with his new fake ID and being able to access the clubs and a completely new market, so to speak.

Tonks rubbed the back of her neck. "Jeez, Harry, you can't even give me a number! What on earth have you been doing?"

"I can, I just needed a moment to remember them all. It's-"

She interrupted him before he could finish, "Forget it, I changed my mind, I don't actually want to know any more. At least tell me there were some actual relationships in there, that they weren't all flings."

Harry looked down at the small box of condoms that he was still holding, slightly ashamed. "There was one relationship, last summer, but it wasn't what you'd call normal."

Tonks looked a strange combination of relieved and disappointed. "Were any of them magical?"

"No.” He might not remember all the names of the men he’d fucked, but he’d always made sure that they were Muggles.

"Harry… You've just turned seventeen. How could you have possibly managed to do all that? Even I haven't had so many boyfriends that I lost count!"

Harry blushed. "They weren't boyfriends. And I started rather young… I lost my virginity when I was thirteen," he admitted quietly. "It was only during the summers, though. None of my friends know. They expect me to be…" He trailed off, trying to think of a word that fit.

"Not as slutty?" Tonks supplied, and Harry swatted her arm half-heartedly. "What about that one guy you had a relationship with? Why did it end?"

Harry sighed, looking down. "He didn't want me anymore. Said I got boring. I thought I'd found someone who could actually look after me, where it was more than just a quick fuck, and where we could do more than just sex.

"He seemed real charming in the beginning, and he would just listen to what I had to say; I felt we really connected, you know?"

He glanced up at her. "None of those other guys knew me like he did. I mean, he didn't know anything about my magic, but he sure knew a lot more about me than… other people do."

He bit his lip. "Those other guys just wanted to get into my pants. I didn't stop them or anything. I wanted it. If I hadn't, I would have stopped them. I thought that he wanted more than that, that he could actually care about me, but it was all a lie in the end. He got what he wanted from me, and when he found another guy willing to fall for his tricks he dropped me, hard."

Tonks sighed. "Harry… I'm sorry." She gave him a small one-armed hug. "Why can't you find some nice wizard to settle down with?"

Harry shook his head. "I just can't. Not with the war. I can't risk it. I can't have the press going after him either. If I ever did get into a relationship with a wizard, he'd have to be willing to put up with all the shit that comes attached to the bloody Boy-Who-Lived."

"I understand," Tonks said quietly. "You go after Muggles because none of them know you, and they wouldn't be at risk from Voldemort.”

Harry nodded. "Yeah. I just… need to feel that… feeling I get when…" He blushed. "I won't go into it. But I know that if I actually got into a relationship with a wizard that I could… trust, and know that we would both be safe and happy… Well, then I could settle down just fine."

He shrugged. "But, until then, I'll go stir crazy here in the wizarding world, and go to the Muggle one to get my kicks."

Neither one of them noticed the dark haired man standing in the corridor beside the closed door, listening. He'd only been there for part of the conversation, but he had heard all that he wanted to- Potter had been sleeping around since the age of thirteen, and he'd successfully hidden it for all these years. Until now.

About a week later, Harry slipped out of Grimmauld Place after everyone had gone to bed and took a cab to the nearest club district. He was wearing some of his new clothes; a t-shirt, a pair of black jeans with his studded converse, and a hoodie so dark red, it was almost black. His wand was in his hoodie pocket, next to his some of his cheap, ordinary condoms. He wasn't going to waste the special new ones from Tonks in the grotty bathroom of a club.

He wanted just one more lay before term started. He would need to make it last for a while. Who knew how long it'd be before he got the chance to go to the muggle world again. It would be months, at the very least.

He flashed a smile at the bouncer, showing him his fake ID. The man gave it a cursory glance, and let him in. Harry glanced about, taking it all in. The London clubs to way better music (and hotter guys) than the ones he usually frequented in Surrey. They looked far cleaner too.

He approached the bar, scoping everything out, pretending as though he was waiting to order his drink. It didn't take long for a girl to approach him. She had wavy red hair, and was wearing a revealing blue mini-dress.

"Hi. Can I get you a drink or something?" She asked sweetly, eyes roving over his face and down his body.

Harry chuckled, winking at her. "Sorry, but no thanks. You're not my type, hon."

The girl blushed. "Oh. Well, sorry." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She motioned to several other girls, who were busy dancing, and a young man that was with them. "I'm here with my friends. Do you want to dance with us?"

"Sure, why not?" Harry grinned. He thought that guy looked sort of cute anyways.

Harry followed the girl to her friends, the music much louder away from the bar. Her friends all looked him over for a moment, but otherwise didn't say anything, knowing that they wouldn't be heard over the loud thumping of the music. They all began to dance, and Harry scoped their friend out. He was dancing with one of the girls, and by the way he was dancing, he was definitely straight.

He glanced around, taking note of the people around him. He saw a man at the bar, alone, sipping a drink and watching the dancers. He waved to the girls he’d dancing with casually, and approached the man, not noticing the others watching him go.

"Hello," Harry said, leaning on the bar next to him, pressing his hip up against the man's leg. The man looked him over, paying particular attention to his groin and ass. The man was probably in his early twenties, had sandy hair, and a bit of stubble on his chin, as if he'd forgotten to shave that morning. His t-shirt was slightly too big, but the man's jeans hugged his legs perfectly.

"Want something to drink?" the man offered, waving the bartender over.

Harry shook his head, sending the bartender away with a quick gesture and leaning in closer to the man. "No, thank you. I'm actually looking to dance, if you're interested." Harry gave the man a beaming smile, and put his hand on the man's knee. "The name's Evan, by the way."

"Greg. I'm Greg. And I'd love to dance with you." Greg smirked, and the glint in his eyes told Harry that he had a whole lot me in his mind than dancing.

Harry grinned, absurdly happy to have found someone willing so quickly. It normally took a bit longer. He grabbed the man's hand, and led the older man into the mass of bodies on the dance floor.

They began to dance, and Harry caught a glimpse the others he'd been dancing with watching him and his new partner. He turned his back on them, keeping his focus on the man, Greg, Harry reminded himself. He held Harry tightly, standing as close as possible while still being able to move.

The man grinned, and brushed his hips into Harry's, holding tightly to his waist.

They danced for only around 10 minutes, but it felt like much longer. It hadn't taken long for Greg's hands to move from his waist to his ass, squeezing roughly. Harry's responding groan had been drowned out by the music but there was no mistaking that he was enjoying himself.

Greg leered at Harry, before pulling him in close and rubbing his hard erection into his hip. Harry put his head right next to his partner's ear, and moaned loudly, so there was no chance of the sound being snatched away by the music.

Before Harry could suggest that they move things to somewhere more private, Greg had already begun pulling him off the dance floor, towards the toilets at the back of the bar.

Their breathing was heavy, and by the way Greg was possessively dragging him around, he knew that he was going to be fucked tonight, and fucked good.

He didn't even make it to one of the stalls before Harry was shoved up against the cold, tiled wall. This was something a bit new-anyone could walk in and see them. Harry was picked up, and in his haste to wrap his legs around the man's waist, kicked his foot into the porcelain sink beside him.

Harry's gasp of pain was captured by the man roughly pressing their lips into a rough kiss, and grinding their hips together. He could feel the man's cock in his pants, and his breath quickened in anticipation.

They could get caught. They could be seen. Anyone that walked through the bathroom door would see him getting fucked. Harry found that he didn't really care, and tilted his head back as the man unzipped his hoodie, sliding his hands over Harry's chest under his shirt. He pressed harsh kisses against his throat, before moving on to fumble with Harry's pants.

Harry helped him out, and undid the man's jeans. He groped the angry looking cock, kissing the other man eagerly. "You want to fuck me?" He breathed against the man's panting mouth.

"Gods, yes," the man groaned. Harry took a condom packet from his hoodie pocket, ripping it open quickly. "I see you came prepared." Greg's voice darkened in lust.

"Safety first, you know," Harry said, chuckling as slid it on the man’s cock with a practiced hand. The man started to prepare him, and Harry kissed him soundly, gyrating against him.

The extra movement was apparently too much for the older man, as he abandoned his preparation and lifted Harry slightly, lining him up with his cock.

Harry knew that it was going to hurt a bit as the man entered him, but his eyes darkened with need at the thought. Slowly, almost too slowly, Harry felt the man entering him, pushing him hard against the wall.

Harry's fingers clenched at the back of the man's jacket, toes curling up in his sneakers. He saw over the man's shoulder that the loo door opened, and whoever it was stood there stunned for a moment, before fleeing from the loo. Harry thrust himself onto the cock fully, making the other man stumble under his sudden shift in weight.

"Go. Move. Fuck me," Harry panted, yanking on the man's shirt, pulling him forward into another rough kiss. Soon enough, he could feel a slight burning sensation as the man's thrusts quickened, and the man, whatever his name was again, started to fuck him properly.

The man moved his mouth from his lips to his neck and ears, biting and sucking, knocking his glasses askew. Harry clutched desperately at the man, meeting his thrusts, twisting his eyes shut. He only saw blackness, and all he could feel was the man against him, inside him, and the cold tile wall at his back. This was glorious, fucking wonderful; he never wanted it to end. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, and nothing else mattered except coming as hard as possible, as soon as possible.

He threw his head back as the man grabbed and tugged at his cock, and it didn't take long for Harry to come. A few more thrusts later, and the man was coming as well.

It was only as Harry lay slumped against the wall, covered in cum, the man's spent cock still inside him, that he recalled that someone had seen them.

It had been that boy, the one who'd been dancing with those girls before. Harry remembered how he'd stared at them, at him, with wide, shocked eyes. Harry buried his face in the man's neck seeking comfort, suddenly feeling ashamed.

What do you think of chapter two? I wasn’t planning to upload this for a few more days yet, but I was so surprised and happy to actually get a bunch of reviews that I just couldn’t resist. :) Thanks to everyone who is reading this, and special thanks to everyone who reviewed!

I hope everything is realistic and believable. The original version of this story had Harry give Tonks a number of how many people he’d slept with; I thought that it was too low a number, but couldn’t come up with a realistic one. Everyone would have different ideas of how much sex is a lot, or achievable. And a small town girl like me honestly has no idea how much sex a determined, unsupervised, teenaged, male living in/around London could get during a period of five summer vacations…

I’m still looking for a beta! Let me know if you’re interested!
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