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Harry Potter and the Expert Potions Master	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 21308 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 23 - Holidays are Coming

Harry could hardly believe how much time had passed. It was now December and he had finally mastered wandless magic thanks to Severus' careful patient instruction. Sadly, he hadn't yet mastered his erections when thinking about the man he ached for.

And, after a ridiculous amount of dodging the issue, Severus now called Harry by his first name, and Harry had almost reached the point where he could say 'Severus' and not feel uncomfortable doing so. Harry was still desperate for Severus to notice what Harry was offering, but the older wizard had seemed distracted of late, and Harry had been a little afraid of querying it, in case he was told something he didn't want to hear – like, for example, that Severus wanted him gone.

Harry had visited Spinner's End on occasions and found Severus missing; however, after this had happened the third time, Snape had entrusted him with a key and told him to make himself at home. That had been a moment Harry had wanted to remember forever: finally feeling trusted by this man he desired so much. Being handed the key, Harry had had to resist the urge to hug Severus and kiss him. He had restrained himself to squeezing Snape's arms and choking out thanks, his cheeks blazing. Hurrying away, he hadn't noticed how Snape rubbed his arms where Harry had touched him and seemed to be savouring the feeling of being touched.

Harry had returned the trust by handing Snape a key to Grimmauld Place on his next visit, not that Severus needed it really; he never went to the house, and anyway, could easily enter as he knew of its location. But Harry had felt that it was only fair to show the same level of commitment that his mentor and friend had demonstrated. In response, Severus had briefly slung one arm across Harry's shoulders and pulled him in for an all too short hug that had left them both flushed and unable to look at one another for thirty minutes afterwards.

In between Auror training, he had kept up an irregular correspondence with Kingsley, asking about Snape's portrait at Hogwarts. Kingsley had remained positive and had even, so Harry learned, visited the school to see if there was any magical barrier preventing the hanging of a picture. There hadn't seemed to have been, so Harry was hopeful that there would soon be a painting of the man who so deserved it.

Kingsley, when he had written to Harry had included something that had confused the younger wizard:

One of the things that would strengthen the case for Severus Snape's picture at Hogwarts would be if he were granted the title of Expert Potions Master. No doubt you are aware of the work he is doing and, if successful, as seems likely, the role of Expert Potions Master will be conferred upon him shortly.

This had baffled Harry. Yes, Severus had still not given up on the personal shield charm, but that wasn't anything to do with potion making. On his next visit, Harry had taken the issue up with Severus. An irritated expression had crossed Snape's face and Harry had wanted to back off, a little intimidated by the frown that had darkened the face until it resembled the man Harry had feared and loathed as a boy. However, he was answered in Snape's usual quiet, controlled way.

“As you may not be aware, the title of Expert Potions Master can only be granted if a potion maker develops a potion that in some way brings about a massive change in the wizarding world. As that can be somewhat hard to judge, one method that is used is if the potion means that a law has to be added or altered in a significant way.”

Looking confused, Harry had been about to speak, but Snape had carried on, “So, for example, if I developed a potion version of Imperius, it would create a massive change in the wizarding world, especially considering things like making wills.”

“But,” Harry had chipped in, “how do people know that someone hasn't had Imperio cast on a person who is making a will?”

Tapping his chin in that way that made Harry's balls throb, Snape went on, “Imperio is not an easy spell to cast. Too, there are signs that a person is under the Imperius curse. If a potion were developed that could be brewed or bought that would make a huge difference to our world.”

“Are you?” Harry asked, then elaborated as Snape looked confused, “Making that potion, I mean?”

“Merlin, no!” Snape had looked genuinely shocked and had suggested that they get on with practising wandless magic. At the time Harry hadn't noticed that Severus hadn't said what potion he was working on, it was only when he was home and reviewing the conversation (cock in hand) that he realised Snape had neatly avoided answering the initial question. Wanting to get to the bottom of the mystery, but still wary in case he annoyed the other man, Harry decided to let it go for a little while. His dick he kept a very firm grip on and gasped with pleasure as he imagined Snape's skilled fingers tight around him.

In his room, as he was, lying on his bed, he could let his fantasies loose. He dug under the bed to where he had hidden the vibrator he had bought. Harry had used it a few times, but the sensation was still rather unpleasant. He persisted, hoping that one day he'd grow to like it, and that would mean he was ready to have sex with Severus.

Now he smeared it with lubricant and pressed it against his entrance. Aching for Severus inside him he pushed it in just a little bit. He'd tried just shoving it up him and that had hurt, so he was now taking a slower approach. He left it hanging most way out and switched on the control, feeling the buzz of the shaft stimulating his clenching muscle. It made him gasp and long for more, so he fed more of the phallus into his body, hips thrusting up at the strange sensation. His thighs trembled as he felt the rumbling buzz of the thing within him and moaned. Still needing more, he shoved the last few inches into him and bucked up wildly, cock shooting semen spectacularly; his weight rested on his shoulders and heels as he climaxed. The plastic penis had struck some thing inside him that had made him just explode with pleasure. And it was still throbbing there.

Harry moaned, feeling the presence inside him still vibrating and tingling against that hidden spot he hadn't appreciated before. The shop assistant had told him about his prostrate, but Harry hadn't understood just how amazing it would feel to have it touched. He shoved one fist into his mouth as he imagined how it would feel to have Severus battering it with his thick cock. His balls clenched and released again.

Two fast climaxes made him incredibly sleepy, but the throbbing thing inside him wouldn't allow it. He rubbed at his hard nipples, panting at the pleasure, and rocked his hips to feel the penis moving inside him. His ass clenched again and again as he thought of Snape claiming him like this. Shaking, he came a third time and whimpered. His cock hurt.

With an unsteady hand, he turned off the controller and pulled the vibrator out of himself. Coming out, his body not as aroused, felt uncomfortable, but he had certainly enjoyed the intensity of feeling possessed.

Now, if only he could make Severus do that to him...

Following the massive cull of trainees in October, the seven left had felt the pressure ease slightly, as they were still marked, but the pass rate had lowered to 220. This gave them all a bit of breathing space, although Harry was awaiting the next test that would thin out the herd still further. So far, though, no-one had left the course in over eight weeks.

On December 17^th, Auror training would halt for the holiday and resume on the 17^th of January. Harry was really looking forward to the break. It had been a tough few months. Balancing training with his own education and his ever increasing arousal was extremely wearing. His one spark of joy came from seeing Severus and being part of his life, even if only for a few moments.

With a shock he had suddenly realised that poor Yolanda and Beth had been imprisoned for nearly three months, and he hadn't even found a few minutes to see them. Being Harry, he had acted at once and had gone to the Ministry to show them that they were not forgotten (although, in truth, he had forgotten them for a lot of the time). However, once there he had been told that both women had been released as they were both pregnant. The wizard who had spoken to him had looked askance, as if expecting Harry to already be aware of this.

Back home, Harry had puzzled over it. He had had no idea the couple had been pregnant whilst training, and they certainly couldn't have become pregnant once in jail. Idly he wondered who had provided the sperm samples and whether it had been one man or two. Then he had chided himself for his morbid interest and tried to focus on practising wandless magic, but thinking about the two women made him long to be able to have children of his own, but he would never be able to have that happen.

It was the only thing that might have made marriage to Ginny even slightly bearable, he realised, being able to have children. But he knew that even had he wished to marry her and live that normal life he was forever denied, he would never have been able to bear denying his own true nature and what it needed.

And what he needed was someone to compliment his personality: someone who didn't obey every passion, who thought things through and provided a steadying influence for his own impetuousness, someone he could respect and admire and be physically attracted to, but who also respected, admired and wanted him. Apart from that last, Harry was sure that Severus was the man who was perfect for him. He knew that Snape respected him for the hard work he had put in to gain his qualifications and pass the various stages of Auror training, but did Snape admire or want him? Did Snape long to hold him and touch him in ways no one else ever had? Had Snape ever spent lonely nights wishing for Harry in his bed?

Harry thought not, and the thought depressed him.

Could he remain friends with someone he desperately wanted to have sex with, who didn't feel the same way? Wouldn't he, at some point, blurt out his feelings (especially as he was so prone to following the dictates of his heart) and ruin their relationship forever? Would he ever be able to be content with having Severus in his life but not as his life partner? Was he strong enough to walk away from Severus?

Harry knew he wasn't.
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