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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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WARNINGS - m/m slash, spanking, blood letting and m/f sex

The impact of the words stunned everyone in the room, Amelia ignored them and turned her worried eyes towards the pale unconscious body of Lucius. The dark lines of the tattoo were spreading and thick spidery black veins were gracing his usually handsome features.

“Saul, get everything prepared,” she smiled at the other vampire, a crying Draco still engulfed in his arms, “You have an hour, contact my men to protect the perimeter during the ceremony.”

Remus, who had been standing on the side lines of the conversation approached the vampire and pulled her into a tight embrace. She let out a sigh and the stress was suddenly evident in the tone. Harry heard the words spoken in hushed tones between them.

“I haven’t felt like this for a long time.” Amelia placed her hand over Remus’ heart and the werewolf pressed a tender kiss to her lips ,his reply was honest and emotional.

“My heart races whenever I see you or Lucius,” his face had a wistful grin on it. His amber eyes staring into her blue ones, the rest of the room no longer existed, “You two make me feel, I haven’t felt anything since Sirius died.” the gentle kiss became deeper and Amelia wrapped her arms around him with a gruff sound he moaned into her mouth.

“Draco, come with me?” Saul reached down to the sniffing blond, the tension was rising in the room. Flushed with embarrassment at the intense kiss being shared between Amelia and Remus, Draco nodded accepting Saul’s hand.

Pensive and quiet Severus stood, his gaze down cast and Harry knew the earlier incident with the girl had deeply effected him. With great gentleness, he reached to entwine his fingers in the potion master’s, shocked at how cold Severus felt.

“Severus?” the man appeared not to hear him, Harry squeezed minutely and dark eyes lifted to regard him. Unshed tears shined in the soulful black gaze and Harry immediately pulled the distressed man into his arms.

“Oh Severus, it wasn’t your fault.” Harry assured him, pressing tiny butterfly kisses along his brow and each eyelid. The tension slowly dissipated and Severus let out a anguished sigh. His trembling hands coming up to grab fistfuls of Harry’s robe, the potion master holding on as if Harry was keeping him afloat.

“Come with me.” Harry murmured into the man’s ear, leading him out of the room. Severus held his hand while Harry guided him to nearest classroom and he locked the door behind them.

“Look at me.” the authority in Harry’s voice earned a shudder from Severus, the obsidian eyes fixed on his green ones immediately.

“What could you have done?” Severus frowned at the question, his shoulder sagged and he croaked out his answer.

“Saved her!”

Grabbing the distraught man and holding him roughly, Harry forced the man to look deep into his eyes. Tears began to fall freely from the man and Harry understood what it felt like to play a part for everyone, hiding the pain of regret from everyone.

“Cedric died because of me, Sirius..,” Harry’s voice failed him for a moment and Severus reached up to stroke his cheek, “Sirius died because of me.”

“No, that was Voldemort not you!” the certainty in the rich tone reassured Harry, the guilt was still fresh and would always be there.

“Then how can you blame yourself,” his fingers dug painfully into Severus’ upper arms, the thought of him sacrificing himself , scared Harry, “Should you have died in her place!”

Severus struggled as Harry tightened his grip, the younger man not even aware that he was hurting the potion master. “Harry.” the one word was gasped and pain filled. Harry blinked and broke the thrall he was under, breaking the contact with Severus.

“I’m so sorry!” Harry’s hand came up to his mouth, stunned at his own behaviour. Severus watched him with unreadable eyes while he rubbed the tender skin of his upper arms. A brief flicker of fire flashed across Severus’ face and Harry lowered his gaze. Unable to face the man, Harry released the lock on the door and slowly approached it. Strong hands grabbed him from behind, the arms wrapping themselves around Harry’s chest. Severus pressed against his back and Harry could feel his heart racing.

“I hurt you.” Severus sighed at the sorrow in Harry’s voice and tightened the embrace. Harry’s eyes flickered shut at the feel of a kiss placed on the nape of his neck, Severus murmuring against his smooth skin.

“I know you didn’t mean to,” another kiss pressed further down at the top of his spine, Harry leaned back into Severus’ strong arms, “You wouldn’t hurt me deliberately.” his tone was full of certainty.

“I would never hurt you.” Harry’s voice cracked with emotion, he turned to face Severus and pulled him into a soft kiss. Tender brushes of their lips made them both sigh. Soon, Harry felt the urge to deepen the kiss and his tongue lapped against Severus’. The potion master returned the changing kiss with enthusiasm, his own tongue mapping the contours of Harry’s moaning mouth. Pulling them flush against each other’s bodies and revelling in the feel of Harry’s filling hardness pressing alongside his own rigid shaft.

“Harry.” Severus breathed into Harry’s mouth and he whispered the spell. The cool classroom air made them both shiver for a moment while their naked bodies adjusted to the change in temperature. A lusty smile spread across Severus’ face and Harry’s heart leapt at the sight.

“I know this would ruin your reputation,” Harry began and Severus watched him with bemused eyes, “But you really should smile more often, you’re very handsome.”

The potion master’s eyebrow lifted in his trademark sneer and then stopped as he began to laugh, Harry found himself joining in. The tense atmosphere evaporating, mirth filled chuckles filling the room.

“I think the students would pass out if I smiled.” he kissed Harry gently, “You think I’m handsome?” the uncertainty in his voice reminded Harry of how badly Severus had been treated in the past. Reaching down and drawing a single fingertip along the underside of Severus’ hard length. The potion master shivered and let out a small moan, Harry crushed his lips against his and swallowed the lust filled sound. Murmuring in the man’s moaning mouth that he found Severus gorgeous and incredibly sexy.

“Harry.” that one husky word and Harry was lost, his heart racing as he deepened the kiss. Tongue duelling wetly and Harry quickly dominated the older man. His fingertip tracing back up the rigid shaft to gather the fluid adorning the tip, spreading the wetness around the head of Severus’ cock. Breathy moans and whimpers falling from the dark eyed man’s panting lips. Harry moved to push the tip of his own cock against the potion master’s. His own pre-come mixing with Severus’ and spilling over both of their shafts. Using the slickness to slowly ease the way as he began to stroke their cocks alongside each other.

“Alexander wants you.” Harry murmured, his voice possessive and he was shocked at himself at the rage he felt at the new predicament. Severus’ eye flared with disgust for a brief moment before he noticed how annoyed Harry was. With a self satisfied smirk, he kissed Harry lightly on the lips while he appeared to be contemplating the vampire’s attention.

“Mmm I suppose he does,” he pressed another soft teasing kiss against Harry’s lips and Harry found himself squeezing the potion master’s shaft harder in his hand, “He’s quite attractive.”

“Your mine!” the tone in Harry’s voice spoke of control and possession, Severus moaned. Nodding his head rapidly and bucking into Harry’s grasping hand.

“Yes, yes, I’m yours!”

Pushing Severus backwards, he walked the man towards the nearest desk. Grasping him around the waist and spinning him to face it, Harry kicked his thighs apart and bent him over the wooden desktop.

“Never forget,” he ran a finger down Severus’ spine, mapping every vertebrae, “Maybe you need a reminder?”

“I’m yours, Harry please.” Severus begged and lifted himself up to expose his pucker for Harry.

“I still think you should be reminded who you belong to.” Harry’s heart pounded at the words spilling from his own mouth, shocked at the masterful tone. Desperate with the urge to show Severus that he would never belong to anyone else. Before he was even aware he was doing it, he plunged two fingers inside the twitching entrance. Severus groaned at the sensation of being stretched without any lubrication, Harry leaned forward and spat on to his thrusting fingers, his saliva slicking the way.

“I should fuck you hard,” his other hand smacked Severus’ right buttock lightly, the creamy skin pinking up under the ministrations, “Give you no prep and just slam my cock in you?”

“YES!” desire burning in Severus voice as he screamed out. Harry alternating the slaps from side to side, the palm of his hand rubbing over the heated flesh. Biting his own lips to hold in the moan he could feel building in his throat, the heat from Severus skin was radiating through his hand. Muttering the lubrication spell, Harry scissoring his fingers and opening the man’s entrance wide. A moan escaping at the sight of the ring of muscle surrendering to his fingers and gaping to be filled by something bigger.

“Please, fuck me.. Make me yours!”

Growling with lust, Harry pulled his fingers free from the grasping hole, he slammed himself forward and buried his cock into the whimpering man. Neither man could breathe at the sensations, Harry stood completely still and revelled in the tight heat engulfing his length. Moaning at the muscles inside Severus’ channel fluttering around him and the ring of his entrance squeezing the base of his cock.

“Severus!” Harry moaned, pulling back slightly before pushing slowly back in. Severus keened and writhed across the desk, his own cock pushing onto the wood and leaving a slick trail as his cock dripped. Fighting to keep control, Harry tried to keep the thrusts shallow and slow. The potion master bucked back hard and impaled himself to the hilt on Harry’s length. Their combined moans echoed loudly in the silent classroom and Harry’s control broke. Grabbing Severus roughly by the hips, his fingers digging in and Harry was in no doubt that he was leaving bruises on the creamy white skin. Hips snapping back and forth at a rapid pace as he fucked the undulating man beneath him hard and fast.

“More.. Faster..fuck..” Severus choked out, the thrusts pushing him hard into the desk and the wood pressing into his engorged shaft. Rather than discouraging his arousal, the hint of pain increased Severus’ pleasure and his cock dripped steadily onto the stone floor below his feet.

The sweat glistening on Harry’s fevered skin, breath coming in short bursts and his body fighting not to come too soon. Reaching to tug Severus’ head up by his hair, exposing his slender neck and Harry tilted Severus to face him.

“Kiss me.” Harry moaned and Severus crushed his lips against his, the kiss sloppy and passionate. Severus reached down to touch himself, smiling as Harry batted his fingers away and replaced them with his own, his strokes matching his thrusts. Gasping into Harry’s mouth, Severus’ body began to shake and Harry hummed his appreciation as the older man spilled himself over his fingers and onto the floor. The clenching of his channel as he climaxed pushed Harry over the edge, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. Pulling from the kiss to shout out, his voice breaking as his balls emptied themselves forcefully inside the trembling Severus. Slumping over the gasping potion master, his body boneless and his heart beating erratically.

“Oh.. I’m definitely yours.. But anytime you want to remind me. Feel free.” Severus whispered breathlessly, Harry laughed and Severus groaned at the sensation of Harry moving inside him. The feel of his come slicking and coating Severus’ channel filled Harry with a sense of ownership. Smiling to himself while he placed a tender kiss to his neck.

“Love you Severus.”

“I love you,” Severus turned his head and they shared a lazy, tranquil kiss, both disappointed when Severus reminded him, “We should get back and see if they need us.”

Draco walked behind Saul, the forest gave him the creeps and he struggled to keep up with the long strides of the taller vampire. Pausing, Saul turned to look at the blond, concerned in his hazel eyes.

“I’m sure that your father will be ok.” his tone was full of assurance and optimism. Draco wanted to believe the sure words but he found that he couldn’t and the thought of his father dying made his eyes fill with tears. Saul pulled him into his arms, his embrace warm even though his body was not and Draco sighed against his strong chest.

“When your father is well again,” he brushed his cool lips against Draco’s, “We’ll be together properly, I want you in my bed.” the vampire purred seductively and Draco nearly swooned at the words. A sharp snap of a twig alerted them to the presence of someone else, Draco panicked but Saul seemed unconcerned.

“My lord, what news do you bring?” a large tattooed man appeared from behind the nearest tree and Draco felt his heart stutter to a stop with surprise.

“We must prepare the consort ritual for Amelia.” Saul ordered, the man frowned but nodded his head.

“So soon?” the man inquired, his voice respectful and his face lowered.

“Circumstances, unfortunately there has been a problem,” Saul looked at the man, his eyes filled with sudden fire, “Alexander has joined Voldemort.” he spat out both their names as if they left a bad taste in his mouth.

The man’s eyes widened for a split second then he schooled his features back into a mask of discipline. Draco got the impression that Alexander getting involved was a worry to them.

“I shall inform the men,” he bowed to Saul and looked at Draco with barely concealed interest, “Should I prepare a ritual for you too?” Draco spluttered and Saul laughed, shocking the blond with his next words.

“Not yet.” Saul’s hazel eyes fixed on Draco’s grey ones, the intent in them clear and Draco struggled to breath. The tattooed man smiled and retreated back into the forest leaving Draco staring at the vampire with wide eyes.

“Draco. My intention is to court you and hope that in time you would consider being my consort?” Saul seemed to look straight into Draco’s soul and the blonds’ heart skipped a beat, he found himself nodding.

“Have you had many consorts?” he asked, almost afraid of the answer but berating himself for being jealous. Aware that he would have to accept the fact that with Saul being four hundred years old that he couldn’t expect to be the only person he had courted and asked to be his consort.

“Draco,” Saul gently raised Draco’s chin and looked deep into his eyes, a small smile on his lips, “You’re the first.”

“Oh.” Draco found himself at a loss for words so did the only thing he could and pulled the vampire into a steamy kiss.

Remus paced frantically back and forth, his amber eyes fixed on the pale unmoving body of Lucius. The door the bathroom stood open and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Amelia bathing. The heady scent of the essential oils that she was anointing her skin with drifted to him, filling his head and senses. His eyes took in every inch of her body, her alabaster skin shining in the candlelight. Noting the faded pale marks that graced her back, the lines so faint that you had to know where to look to see them, he had seen them during their earlier intimate encounters. Lifting his gaze to meet her smiling eyes, the look on her face informing him that she had been aware of his perusal of her body.

“Like what you see?” she enquired, her tone full of mirth.

Blushing at being caught peeping on her, Remus offered a smile of his own and he nodded. Amelia stood up in the bath, the water running down her skin in rivulets and Remus was possessed with the urge to lick every drop off her body. Knowing smile on her face, she reached out her hand to him and he immediately felt drawn to her. Feet having a mind of their own as he walked towards her, looking briefly at Lucius and feeling a pang of guilt, As is she could read his mind, Amelia lowered her hand and shook her head.

“Another time.” the disappointment in her voice made Remus continue his approach to the wet and naked vampire. Running his hand along her soft, smooth skin and closing his eyes to breath in the musk of her arousal.

“Wolf boy,” she moaned with affection and he felt a grin grace his face, “We haven’t got long.”

He nuzzled into her neck earning a husky moan of desire, his hands moved up to cup her slick breasts. The nipples hardening against his palms as he held them, unable to resist he stooped down to press his lips against the peaked tips, lavishing each one with his tongue. Soft hands gripped at his hair and held him tightly in place, smiling onto her skin and nipping at her nipples before laving the stinging peak with his agile tongue.

“Oh.” Amelia moaned and delicate fingers reached down to trace the outline of his firming cock. Remus pulled back from her breasts long enough to mutter the spell that left him naked, her fingers instantly touching and caressing his quivering length. His hand ran down her back, relishing the tremors in her body and cupped her buttocks firmly. A laugh escaping from her lips as he lifted her up and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

“Remus.. Yes.” he moaned at her breathy words. His turgid cock sought out her moist heat, sliding effortlessly inside her smooth tunnel and the muscles melded to him like a glove. Revelling in the sensations, neither of them moved, Remus pressed his lips to Amelia’s and devoured her in an intense kiss. Her body seemed to melt into his, the heat from his skin seeping into her cool body and igniting a fire between them.

“More.” she gasped, Remus obeyed and pulled back only to slam back. Amelia arched her back, Remus bent his legs to support her weight and grabbed her waist. Lifting and lowering her onto his dripping shaft, the moans spilling from their mouths bounced off the tiled walls in the bathrooms. The steam in the room clung to their skin and they glistened in the dim candlelight. Remus’ pulse raced at the feel of the vampire grasping his cock, her muscles tightening and relaxing rhythmically around his member. Amber eyes flared as he watched her touch herself, her fingers rubbing across her clitoris in a slow circular motion. The burst of warm slickness coating his cock indicating to him that she was close and his own balls tingled.

Speeding up his movements, lifting and lowering her faster and adding his own up thrust to meet her downward moves. His cock buried inside her to the hilt, her silken tunnel fluttering and grasping his cock as she moaned her release.

“Remus!” his name screamed with pleasure pulled his orgasm from him, moaning against her slender neck as he poured himself inside her. His own voice having departed at the intensity of his climax, her muscles still dancing on his cock as she came down from her own orgasm. Remus let out a low growl and she kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth to swallowing his grunts.

Severus knocked on the door to Lucius’ room and Harry barely stifled the giggle. The noises coming from behind the closed door were obvious. Quirking a not amused eyebrow at him, Harry lowered his gaze and bit his lip.

“Bloody horny vampires.” Severus muttered and Harry couldn’t hold in the laugh any longer. Hitching his own eyebrow at Severus, the potion master blushed at the memory of what they had been doing themselves not long ago.

A flushed Remus answered the door and Harry noticed that he was deliberately avoiding meeting anyone’s gaze. Severus cleared his throat and the wolf looked up at him, Harry smirked at the telltale blush that graced the sandy haired man’s face. Amelia breezed from the bathroom with a satisfied smile on her face and Harry found it was his turn to blush at the sight of the naked girl.

“Do any vampires have any modesty?” Severus huffed out, Amelia looked at him and winked. Her eyes filling with despair as she regarded the prone body of Lucius. Severus stared her for a moment, a flash of insight appeared in his eyes.

“You don’t think it will work, do you?” his voice accusing, Remus gave him sharp look before turning to watch Amelia’s reaction.

Letting out a small sigh, she nodded, “I don’t know, I’m going up against dark magic,” her eyes took in the spreading dark tattoo, “I have to take control of the mark.”

“Have you done anything like this before?” Remus asked, his tone hopeful. With deep regret, Amelia shook her head and reached to touch him in a comforting gesture. The look of hurt on Remus’ face made Harry feel like his heart was hurting, the wolf turned from Amelia.

“Then why did you offer!” fire burned in the normally friendly amber eyes.

“To give him a chance,” she approached the angry wolf and embraced him, “To give him a chance.” she repeated and he reluctantly accepted her touch.

“May I suggest that you do not mention your reservations in front of Draco.” Severus requested and they both nodded their agreement. Not a moment before the blond and Saul returned from the forest. Draco paled at the sight of his father, Lucius was deathly white, the black poisonous lines adorning his body appearing vivid against the stark white skin.

“Everything is ready.” Saul informed Amelia, taking in the mood of the room he frowned at her and she shook her head to say that this was not the time to discuss it.

Severus and Remus stood either side of the unconscious Lucius and apparated to the clearing in the forest. Returning almost immediately to take Draco and Saul, Severus offered Harry a smile and assured him that he would come for him next. Standing alone in the silent room, Harry thought about everything that had happened. Dumbledore’s words echoed in his thoughts, reassured by the instinctual feeling that he was right and he and Severus were meant to be together. Flinging himself into the potion master’s arms as he appeared, Severus shocked at the display but Harry could see the ghost of a pleased smile on his face.

“Should you stay here?” Harry asked, his lips against Severus’ neck.

“I will stay in the shadows, I won’t leave you out there without me this time.” Harry’s heart leapt at the concern in the man’s voice and they shared a soft, tender kiss as they apparated.

Scanning the surrounding forest, Harry was strangely comforted by the outline of the other vampires that flanked the perimeter of the clearing. A stone alter had been erected in the centre of the clearing and Lucius lay still unconscious on top. The alter was decorated in ornate cravings and Harry noticed that they appeared to be hieroglyphics.

Standing at the foot of the alter was Amelia, clothed in a black robe, the edges decorated with red trim. The forest seemed to stop, no noise emerged and the place became eerily silent.

“Isis, oh great mother goddess, hear my call!” Amelia’s voice was clear and loud in the moonlit clearing. She pulled back the sheet covering Lucius and exposed the pale naked man.

“The orb that shines above us belongs to you, the earth below my feet belong to you.”

Orb? Ghostly orb is ripe!

Harry turned to look at Severus, his face obscured in the shadows. His heart pounding as he realised what part of the prophecy meant.

“Severus, when is the next full moon?” Severus regarded him with bewilderment, then slowly realization appeared on his face.

“Ten days, the prophecy?”

“Ghostly orb is ripe, full moon?”

Ten days until we go into battle!

He almost stumbled at the thought, his eyes drawn back to the ceremony being performed in front of him. Pushing aside his fears and concentrated on hopefully saving Lucius.

Amelia stood, looking up at the moon and its light seemed to have her in a spotlight, her skin glowing.

“Bless our union and remove the tainted blood.” she shrugged off the robe and revealed her naked body, Harry noticed the moonlight reflecting off an amulet that she was wearing. Thinking back to the history programmes he sometimes used to watch early in the morning while the Dursleys lay in bed, he recognised the shape of the ankh.

Amelia climbed on to the alter and straddled Lucius’ body. Harry scanned the clearing and immediately noticed Draco, the blond flushing with embarrassment at watching a naked girl on top of his father, Harry smiled when he saw his fingers entwined with Saul’s.

“With my blood I consecrate my bond.” Amelia pulled the ankh apart the tip of it a shiny blade. Harry winced as she slashed her forearm, the blood spilling and splashing Lucius’ chest. Swirling her fingertips through it, Amelia proceeded to paint hieroglyphics on Lucius’ body. The dark mark bubbled and cracked as she painted across it. The spell keeping Lucius in coma appeared to wear off and the man screamed. Draco shouted for someone to help him, Saul held him back from the alter assuring him that Amelia would help him.

A flash of the blade, Lucius’ scream reached a higher piercing pitch and Harry was horrified as the cut now adorning Lucius’ chest welled with blood and spilled onto the alter. Amelia reached up and sliced her own breast, leaning forward to press their chests together. Her voice shaking slightly as she spoke.

“Bless the mixing of our lifeblood and sanctify the joining of our souls!” Harry blushed when he noted that Lucius was hard, his cock standing up against his abdomen with need.

“Blood shared and bodies joined. Let it be!” a chorus of ‘let it be’ echoed in the forest, a low moan of desire reverberated from the surrounding vampires as Amelia lowered herself onto Lucius’ shaft.

A bright, blinding light bathed the two and Harry watched with fascination as the black mark moved, slithering under his skin. The pale blond writhed and moaned under the vampire, her head was thrown back and she gasped.

“NO!” Saul shouted, Harry followed his gaze and his heart froze. The dark lines were departing from Lucius’ body, fascinated he followed their movements and his eyes filled with horror when he saw they were rapidly spreading over Amelia instead.

The vampire’s back arched and she screamed in pain, then was silent. Everyone frozen to the spot, unsure of what was happening and Saul ran to the alter. Skidding to a halt, his face stunned as Amelia opened her eyes, the red glow familiar to Harry. A shiver ran down his spine and a scream stuck in his throat as Amelia opened her mouth to talk and Voldemort’s voice emerged.

“Did you really think I’d let you have Luciussss” he hissed and Draco screamed.
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