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CH24 AN: Little love for chapter 23, huh? Still, Thunderbird – thank you that you said I was underselling it. There will be more interactions with Dumbledore. How can there not be? It's such fun to write! On chapter 7 of the sequel, and today, whilst taking a break from sitting at my computer marking, I sat at my computer writing in smut for some of the chapters.
I'm Weird And That's OK – it's a shame your family don't listen to fanfic talk. Luckily my Dad is supportive of me, even if I never tell him exactly what I'm reading/writing. He even boasted to a friend of his whilst I was writing Expert Potions Master that I was tying up some loose ends from the main stories. Gotta love proud parents!
I completely agree about bottom Harry. I struggle to see him topping even Draco. I can take it if they switch, but not if it's always him on top. He's just such a natural bottom! That Snarry sounds interesting. Gimme the name and I'll give it a chance. Like I've said before, if it's a good narrative I'll usually read.
As for Harry riding Severus... well you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?!
And on Dumbledore supporting the Snarry, remember D is all about love magic, and how it is stronger. He kinda has a point (thinking about the sequel). This is about the most benevolent I've ever written him, as I think he is incredibly manipulative.
Chapter 24 – Get down
Since having sex with Severus, and meeting with Dumbledore, Harry had been busy with school and with lying under (and on top of) his DADA teacher getting thoroughly pounded. He was amazed to realise that two weeks had flown by and that he had exactly a week before his February full moon. He wasn't dreading it, and, if he was honest with himself, was almost looking forward to that feeling of unlimited power that flowed through him when he was the werewolf. He did wonder, though, whether he was going to have sex with Severus that night. As, if not, it would be the only time in the month when Harry didn't intend to fall asleep after being thoroughly fucked.
“Severus?” he asked the following evening after he had completed his Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies and Potions homework. All three were OWL courses, and only Care of Magical Creatures required any real effort from him. He did work hard for Potions though, having no desire to explain to his room-mate why he wasn't getting 'Outstanding' grades.
Snape was marking some essays, and shaking his head over some of the more nonsensical comments. Finally scribbling a response at the bottom of one he lifted his head. “Yes?”
“I'll change in a week. What will happen with that?” Harry left it vague, feeling a little embarrassed to even bring up the whole 'werewolf sex' thing.
“You'll take Wolfsbane tonight and the following nights. At the full moon you'll go into the small room as you have done previously, and we'll see how you cope.”
“You won't, er, um...” he blushed.
Eyes widening a little, Severus' cheeks gained a slight flush. “No, Harry. You need to be able to cope without that. Remember that once term ends, it will be difficult for us to meet. You must be able to control your change by then.”
- Let me talk to him, - the wolf whispered in Harry's head. Ignoring the purring voice, the boy went on, “Oh, right. But we'll still, um, you-know, the nights before?”
Snape rolled his head on his neck. It was delicious sleeping with the youth, but still, he was Severus Snape, noted bastard: “If you are struggling to say it, then perhaps you shouldn't be doing it.”
“Fuck, Severus. That's what we do, all right?! We'll fuck the nights before, right?!” Anger and embarrassment flamed in Harry and his eyes glowed a little more amber than usual.
“We will, as you so elegantly put it, 'fuck' the nights before, if that is what you wish.”
“You know it is! Do you always have to be so bloody infuriating?!”
Sighing, the teacher stood up and moved over to the youngster. He looked down at Harry, who was seated on the couch. “Just because we have had sex does not mean you are obligated to continue doing so. Never forget you can say no at any time, and I shall respect your wishes. And I hope you would respect me enough to do the same.”
“You think I'd force you to have sex with me?” Harry asked, voice filled with horror.
“Not normally, no. But at the moment you are more aggressive than usual. That side of you that you control so well is starting to leak out, and he might make demands that you, in the cold light of day, would regret.” The older man paused before going on, “I am saying all this to you because I want you to be aware of your own strength and your abilities. You can control the wolf. Most of the time you do so with ease. This period before the moon he seems to be rather more demanding, and you need to be aware, now and in the future, that more effort may be needed from you during the week before the full moon to keep him safe.”
“I wasn't like this before. I mean when I first changed. Why is it happening now?” A little scared by Snape's words, Harry focused on the less emotionally charged aspect.
“I hope it is because you are becoming used to your werewolf side and that you are settling. You have behaved similarly in previous months, but I admit you are being very pushy tonight. I trust it means you and the wolf have come to some kind of equilibrium. If it is not that, then I am afraid I have no idea what is causing it.”
“Maybe it's because he wants to be dominant. And he's had a lot of submitting recently.”
“Well, tough,” the Sytherin said coldly, “I'm not going to get in that room so he can dominate me. You have got to learn to control him, Harry, without that experience during a full moon.”
Harry got up and pushed past Snape. He was angry and frustrated but didn't know why. Hands clenched into fists, he stalked away and into his room.
Slumping down on his bed he stared blankly at the ceiling. Why is Severus so irritating all the time? he thought (unfairly). It's not like I can control the damned wolf; he does what he damned well pleases.
- No, I do what pleases us both. -
Oh, sod off!
- Listen to me, little cub, you desire him, but at the same time you resent that he is always the one taking you. -
Don't talk rubbish! I don't want to be on top. I like being the one who gets taken.
- Interesting. - The wolf gave an amused snort. - I have no desire to be taken, not even by him. And I'm part of you. -
You do sometimes, Harry retorted, I've felt it.
A petulant growling was his only answer.
Rubbing his forehead as a headache began, Harry glowered at his invisible companion. He had enough confusion and insanity in his life without the damned voice in his head arguing with him.
Suddenly feeling the need to be among his friends, Harry rolled off his bed, shoved his feet into trainers and marched out of his bedroom. He glared at Snape, which was rather pointless as the teacher was once again marking homework, and left their rooms.
Wandering along the Slytherin corridor should have caused him all manner of discomfort, but it just didn't. When he had first changed, he had been so overwhelmed by everything that where he was hadn't registered. And now he had lived long enough with a Slytherin to know they weren't all as black as they were painted. That didn't mean he was eager to be spotted by the House of the snake, and he definitely kept his wand in his hand ready for any attempt.
Ahead of him, heading towards the Slytherin Dungeons, he could see a slender figure shuffling. Frowning, the Gryffindor recognised the white blond hair of Draco Malfoy. Where was the arrogant strut? Where was the contemptuous sneer? If Harry hadn't known better, he'd have said that Draco was scared and upset.
They passed without saying anything.
Puzzling over Malfoy's odd behaviour – the blond hadn't even seemed to notice that it was Harry on the corridor – Harry reached the Gryffindor common room quickly. Glad that Hermione kept him updated on each new password, he gave it and headed in.
As always in the evening, the room was filled with students and noise. He scanned the space, looking for his friends, his one ear twitching as it tended to do when suddenly faced with a lot of noise. Spying them, he crossed to their table and settled beside Ron.
“Harry!” the redhead cried, looking surprised and delighted.
Hermione gave him a wide smile and he felt warmed by their affection. He was an idiot to shut himself off from them, just because of what had been happening.
Ron eagerly dropped his quill, glad for any excuse to stop doing his homework, and he pretended that he couldn't see the witch's disapproving stare.
“I'm interrupting,” Harry said. “You two finish your work, I'll wait.”
Eyes wide with horror at the thought of having to once again do his homework, Ron held out his hands, “Oh no! No, Harry! This is more important, right 'Mione?”
Suppressing a smile, the girl responded, “Well, I do have a lot to get through, but as Harry is here, it would be nice to spend some time with him.”
She turned to the werewolf. “So, what's brought you here?”
Why didn't I think about this? I should have known Hermione would ask me why I'd visited. And what can I say 'I had an argument with Snape, who I'm fucking, by the way'?!
“Just, er, wanted to get out. Professor Snape thinks I'm getting a handle on my problem, and I just felt like celebrating.”
Hermione refrained from commenting that Harry had looked angry rather than happy when he had sat down.
“So, what have you both been up to?”
Between the two of them, they filled Harry in on the gossip he rarely had time to hear whilst with them in classes. Ron was bemoaning Harry's absence from the quidditch team, but admitted Ginny was a decent replacement.
“And how is Ginny?”
Her brother's face soured. “She's...”
“Oh Ron! Don't start that again.” Hermione glowered at him. She turned to Harry, “Ron is annoyed because Ginny has started dating different boys. For some reason Ron thinks it's wrong for a girl to like being in a relationship, yet he seems perfectly happy when his male friends boast about their conquests.”
“I don't want my little sister getting a bad reputation!” Ron yelled, and was luckily drowned out by the usual hubbub in the room, “She's moving from bloke to bloke pretty fast. What is she looking for, anyway?!”
Eyes slanting to take in Harry, Hermione merely raised her eyebrows.
“Look,” Ron said, apparently calming down a little, “I wouldn't mind her dating some guy and sticking with him, if it was a decent guy, but she just jumps from idiot to idiot!”
“So, you'd approve if she found some nice guy?” Harry asked, sounding sceptical. “That I don't believe; you'll always want to protect her.”
“That's my job!” Ron proclaimed. “I'm not being funny, but you two don't understand. You don't have brothers or little sisters.”
Feeling the wolf growling inside him, Harry responded, “Funny, because I see you and Hermione as my siblings, and all your siblings too. But no, you're right, Ron, because my parents died before I could have any brothers or sisters, I can't possibly know what it's like to want to protect someone. Can you even hear yourself?!”
Hermione jumped in, eyes flashing with anger. “Harry's right. Just because we haven't got blood relations to worry about doesn't mean we don't worry about anyone. Stop being so idiotic Ron. You just think you should tell Ginny what to do, because somehow a girl can't be trusted to make the right decision.”
Looking stricken, Ron gasped, “No, Hermione, that's not what I meant. Honestly. Look, you know I trust you and the decisions you make, cos you're smart, but this is Ginny we're talking about.”
Hermione looked, if possible, even more offended. “So, because I'm smart I'd make good decisions about relationships? That's utterly rubbish. That's like saying that because Harry is a boy he automatically can't handle emotional subjects, or that because I'm a girl I can't be rational. It's stupid and ignorant of you to say it!”
Harry wriggled a little in his chair. Had Hermione made that comment deliberately? Had she guessed why her friend had left the safe confines of Snape's quarters? And was that what Harry had done? If he was being honest with himself, yes, he had run from the conversation because he hadn't liked what Severus had been saying. He'd run from his room because he hadn't liked what the wolf had said either, and trying to run from him was just stupid.
Beside him, Ron was still trying to justify himself. Harry rubbed at his forehead. He needed to go back and speak to Severus sensibly. Maybe try and work out why he had been so upset by what the older wizard had been saying.
“Well, you two seem like you don't need me,” he said, interrupting a barrage of abuse from Hermione, “and you still have work to do. I think I'll go now.”
“So soon?” Hermione asked, her brown eyes filled with concern.
He managed a wan smile. “Yes. I think I've celebrated enough. I should go and speak to Professor Snape about some of the things I should know now I'm settling.”
Sliding out of the chair and ignoring his friends' calls, Harry left and made his way back down to the dungeons. On the way he wondered how he'd broach the issue of their discussion without coming across as childish and petulant, two qualities that he knew infuriated Severus. With all the changes in his life, he'd still not grown out of a certain amount of immaturity.
God, what does he see in me?! Harry thought, breath going short. I'm a childish prat to him, knowing nothing about the world and what it's really like.
A wolfish smile came over his face as he came up with a strategy.
***
In their rooms, Severus had finished marking the essays and had noted the grades in his mark book. Now he was settled in a chair, enjoying a glass of fire whisky, and wondering when the idiotic Gryffindor would come back. Everything he'd said had been meant with affection and to guide; and he'd wanted to remind Harry of how much strength the youth had. But somehow it had back-fired, and Harry had gone off to goodness knew where.
He twitched his head when he heard the door opening. Harry stepped over the threshold and carefully closed the door before moving quietly across the room and kneeling between Severus' parted legs.
“Can I suck you?” he asked.
The alacrity with which the older man undid his clothing would have surprised many people; not Harry, though, he knew how quickly Snape could undress when sex was being offered. Seeing the already swollen length – the question having aroused the man quite quickly – he licked his lips before circling his tongue around the glistening head.
The back of his skull thumping against the chair upright, Severus just moaned softly, feeling again that wonderful wet muscle swirling over him, pressing lightly into his slit, then gliding away to probe at the back of his tip before swiping back, lapping at the freshly produced fluid.
Harry was a master at this. He'd learnt how good it felt from Snape, and had developed quite the addiction to having this hard hot shaft pumping into his mouth and nudging at his throat.
He lowered himself so that he was enveloping more of the teacher's twitching cock and then sucked. The strangled groan that came from the other wizard made him smile mentally and he gripped more tightly and increased the suction.
“Mm nnh!” Severus said intelligently, shifting a little in his seat.
Wrapping a hand around the base of the generous shaft, Harry twisted, adding a different sensation to the man making more and more incoherent comments.
“Da hunh!” Severus panted sensibly, clutching at the black hair.
Harry's free hand cupped the hot balls and reached behind them to rub gently at the entrance. He had no intention of pushing a digit in, but knew all too well how good it felt to be teased there.
“Ha puh!” Severus gasped rationally, his hips jerking.
Continuing the torment, the youngster kept up the steady suction, bobbing his head eagerly, loving the tip hitting the back of his mouth, and knowing (from the desperate clenching of Snape's hand) that Severus was loving the sensation as well. He kept squeezing the balls, aware of his teacher's preference for a little bit of roughness, and rubbed continuously against the spasming muscle.
“Yuj fer!” Severus moaned logically as he thrust into the delicious wetness.
Mouth stretched wide, tongue pressed flat against the hot thickness, hands twisting and squeezing, Harry felt the steady pulsing of Snape's fluid dripping from his tip. From the desperate way he was being clutched, and the liquid oozing out, the older man was close. With one last wicked internal smile, he pulled almost completely off before plunging down and gripping the cock and balls tightly.
“SHA TUI!” Severus commented validly, his hips ramming upwards and his seed geysering out of his sensitive tip to fill Harry's mouth. He sank back limply into the chair and whimpered as Harry licked at his jerking cock.
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CH25 preview: Those moments when he made the youth babble nonsense made his day. So much of his life was ruined by babbling children; this one, though, he enjoyed hearing.
“Fuck me!” Harry gasped, hips jerking on the single digit, “Oh, fucking fuck me!”
“Language, Potter,” Snape whispered, his breath tickling Harry's ear as he leaned over, two fingers now relentlessly tormenting the eager hole.
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