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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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Hope you enjoy...warnings...m/m slash, blood letting,tonks bashing (Sorry..i love her in the books and i never meant for her to be the bad guy,it just happened.lol)

Amelia watched Dumbledore, the older wizard averted his gaze as if refusing to make eye contact with her. Harry stood intrigued by her words, Lucius narrowed his eyes, his face tear streaked and pale. Severus tensed beside Harry and let out a shuddering, stunned breath.

“Please say he didn’t.” Severus’ voice was hitching and full of disbelief, Harry frowned when he realised the question had been directed at the headmaster, twinkle gone from his eyes as he nodded.

“I wish I could, my boy.. I wish I could.”

“What’s going on?” Harry demanded, feeling that this was somehow important to him, both men avoided his questioning stare.

“Tell him, he has a right to know… they all do.” Amelia’s voice echoed through the room, Remus looked at the headmaster with bewildered eyes.

Holding his hand up to silence her, Dumbledore met Harry’s eyes, his own eyes sad and downcast, “Now is not the time.. We will discuss it later.” the tone indicated that this was the last word on the matter.

Rage, pure hot anger suddenly engulfed Harry, every fibre of his being filled with fury. His heart began to race, his fists clenched by his side, Severus sensed the change in Harry’s demeanour, reached down to touch his hand in a tender gesture. Harry didn’t want tenderness, fuelled by frustration and annoyance, he yanked his hand away and ignored that look of hurt that graced the potion master’s face.

“NO! Tell me now… I’m fucking sick of being left out of important matters!” the noise in the room halted immediately, everyone gasped at the words and vehemence in Harry’s voice. Remus stood to offer a fatherly hug, trying to be the voice of reason.

“Harry, I’m sure that Albus will tell you what you need to know,” he reached out to pull Harry into his arms, frowning when Harry pulled away, “Harry, please.”

“Oh I’m sure he’ll tell me just enough to shut me up.. This is my life you’re talking about!” Harry’s magic struck out wildly, sparks pouring from his wand, “I’ve never been given any choice in this,” tears began to stream down his face, Severus stood frozen to the spot unsure of what to do, “I want a life.” Harry’s wild eyes fixed on Severus’ and seeing the hurt in the dark depths, the tears fell more and he blindly fled the room.

“Harry!” Remus yelled after him, going to follow only to be stopped by Amelia.

“Leave him.. he needs some time to think,” she turned to look at Severus, the potion master’s face despairing at Harry’s emotional outburst, “Go to him.. He needs you.” her words soft, Severus ran from the room.

The room was deathly silent, Harry’s words and Tonks’ actions leaving them all shell shocked. Amelia stood on shaking legs, her smile still pained as she walked over to Saul, the male vampire pulling her into a hug.

“I’m ok.. You’ll need to teach the kids while I rest for a moment.” Saul nodded and called students to him. Their faces concerned, Ron staring at the door as if waiting for Harry to walk back in, Hermione was silent, her face pale and drawn. Amelia heard her quiet muttered words.

“How could she do that?” Hermione sniffed, trying to stop herself from crying, “I thought she was our friend,” she turned to look at Amelia, “How did you know.. I know about the blood but you already suspected her, why?” her words were louder and the room stared at Amelia, interested in the answer.

“Perfume.. She wears Chanel,” taking in the confused looks she offered a smile and then her face tensed, “I smelt her in the forest,” Hermione shrugged not understanding the significance, Amelia sighed, “The leader of the other vampire clan.. he smelt of her perfume.”

Remus let out an audible gasp, Lucius’ grey eyes widened at the implication. Amelia pressed a kiss to Remus’ lips, her tone apologetic as she spoke.

“Yes, she slept with him.. sorry wolf boy.” her eyes watched his reaction, he frowned and pulled her close, deepening the kiss.

“I don’t care that she slept with him.. It’s her betrayal that hurts,” he muttered against her mouth, his words earnest and sincere, “I want you and Lucius.. no one else.” Lucius came up behind them, embracing Remus’ back and encircling Amelia in his arms.

Saul found himself staring at Draco, the blond watched the display of affection with knowing eyes, his perplexed gaze fixed on Amelia. He reached down to stroke the back of Draco’s hand and blue, grey eyes smiled at him with a hint of hunger. The embrace broke apart, Remus pulling Kingsley into a heated discussion with the other order members. Draco leaned to brush his lips against Saul’s, revelling in the shocked gasps from the students. Fighting the urge to deepen the kiss and molest the vampire in front of Weasley, he could hear the red head spluttering and practically choking on his own saliva. Reluctantly, Draco pulled from the embrace, glancing at the students, smiling at red faced Ron, stunned Neville and surprised at the smiling faces of Hermione, Ginny and Luna. Shaking his head and mumbling about never understanding girls, he approached Amelia, the vampire standing watching the Order discussing Tonks. Draco brushed his shoulder against hers, leaning in close and whispering in her ear, conscious of people overhearing.

“You didn’t know.. did you?” Draco asked even though he already suspected the answer, she didn’t even pretend to not know what he was asking about, she shrugged. Annoyed by her nonchalant attitude, he turned her to look at him unaware that they were being watched.

“Don’t pretend its not important,” seeing the look of truth and confirmation in her eyes, he pulled her into a tight hug, whispering “Thank you.. thank you.” his eyes brimming when the released her.

“Don’t tell them.” Amelia’ voice was hushed, her eyes scanning the room to check that no one was near, stunned eyes watched the exchange discreetly, reeling at the vampire’s confession.

The lake was eerily quiet, Harry sat on the shore not even caring that the water was lapping around his feet, the cold seeping into his body but he did not feel it. Skimming small pebbles that dotted the shoreline, watching them dance across the water, the giant squid flicking a tentacle out of the water to intercept them, Harry couldn’t bring himself to smile at its antics. The moon hanging in the sky, its presence reminding Harry that time was short, the impromptu clock ticking down to his confrontation with Voldemort. His mind reeling at new development, Horcruxes, Harry longed to defy everything and run away.

Severus… Severus … what am I going to do?

Heart pounding in his chest at the thought of the potion master, things had happened so fast but he knew in his heart that they felt right.

Destiny… we’re destined to be together

Live together…or die together?

His last thought made the tears begin to fall again, feeling like his life was out of his control and spiralling into a deep abyss. Hitching sobs broke the tranquillity of the lake, the tears incapable of being dammed again now they were free.

“Sickle for your thoughts?” Severus’ deep voice echoed across the shore, the tears flowed more at the sound of his voice, Harry shook and curled his arms around his knees, rocking himself in a self soothing motion. Leaning into the sudden warm embrace, Severus’ strong arms wrapping tightly around him, moving with his rocking movement. No words said as they rocked in each others arms, Harry sobbed into his chest and the potion master pressed feather light kisses to his brow. Slowly, the broken sobs began to tamper to tiny hitches of breath, Harry sagged into Severus’ arm, his voice raspy and hushed against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he sniffed, Severus kissed the top of his head, “If I lose you,” Harry’s voice cracked, tears threatening to flow again, taking a breath to calm himself, “I’d want to die.”

“NO! never say that,” Severus lifted Harry’s chin to look him in the eyes, “I can’t go into battle with you knowing that… you need to promise me that you’ll go on with your life no matter what happens…please promise me!”

“I can’t.. please don’t make me say it.” Harry pressed a frantic kiss to Severus’ lips but the potion master would not be swayed, breaking the kiss.

“Harry.. promise me.” Harry pushed his face into Severus’ chest, his heart broken cries spilling from his trembling lips, he scrambled to pull Severus to him, desperate to touch their bodies to each other. Severus closed his eyes, tears falling down his own cheeks, struggling to keep his voice strong and full of authority.

“Do this for me Harry, please.” Harry’s lifted his eyes to look at Severus, the potion master nearly breaking down at the sight.

Harry couldn’t breath, his heart almost crushed in his chest under the weight of his despair, screaming out for him to say no, to refuse Severus’ words but seeing the pain in the obsidian gaze, Harry couldn’t. Every part of his body fighting against it, his heart feeling like it was being torn from his chest, he nodded and his voice was hushed as he spoke.

“I promise.” Severus stroked his cheek, wiping away the tears and pressed a tender kiss to Harry’s lips, the gentle gesture breaking Harry’s heart.

“I love you,” Harry could barely speak, his tone barely louder than a whisper, the breeze curling around them and making them shiver.

“Let’s get you inside,” Severus tried to smile, but his eyes remained tear filled, “Harry.. I love you too.” the words brimming with emotion, the potion master closed his eyes and gently kissed Harry’s quivering lips.

Amelia stood, taking in the demonstration of hand to hand combat being given by Saul, the students approaching the new tactics with gusto. Ginny flipped Neville on to his back to a chorus of cheers and claps from her fellow students.

“Well done.” Saul patted her on the back, calling Ron up to join him.

“How are you feeling?” Remus whispered in Amelia’s ears, calling her attention from Saul engaging Ron in some martial art moves, the red head was a fast learner like his sister.

“I’m ok…bit achy.” Amelia smiled, Remus wrapped his arms around her, his mouth close to her ear.

“We need to talk.” he whispered, his voice had an annoyed edge to it, Amelia followed , bemusement on her face as he led her from the room. Lucius, who had been talking to Kingsley but watching them, excused himself and followed.

The classroom nearest to the room of requirement was thankfully empty, Remus stalked across the room, his body tense and his tone terse.

“What was Draco not supposed to tell us?” amber, distrustful eyes regarded her, Amelia sighed and her face was unreadable as she shrugged, “Don’t pretend!”

“Yes, please tell me what’s going on here?” Lucius’ clipped tones filled the room and Amelia lowered her eyes, avoiding making eye contact with either man. Remus stormed across the room, grasping her shoulders tightly, his face a mask of fury and something else, tears brimmed in his eyes.

“Tell me it’s not what I thought,” his voice broke and the fury dissipated, releasing his grip, pressing hot kisses against her mouth, mumbling his apologies “I shouldn’t be angry …Why would you do that?”

“You’re my consorts.. I would lay down my life to protect you.” Lucius let out a small gasp, realisation at her words.

“You didn’t know if you would survive the killing curse?” Lucius’ unbelieving voice echoed loudly in the room, his face stunned.

“I suspected that I might,” Amelia offered, the look on Remus’ face making her continue, “But I wasn’t sure.” Suddenly, pulled into a savage hug from Lucius , the blond holding her tightly and he lifted a hand to pull Remus to them.

“You stupid, stupid girl,” he muttered, peppering both Remus and Amelia with heartfelt kisses, Remus moaned into his mouth, pulling away for a moment to get his breath, “You will never do anything like that again, understood!”

Amelia’s eyes lit up at his commanding tone, Remus shivered with desire at the masterful side of Lucius, a sly, mischievous smirk on her face and mouth close to Lucius’ ears as she purred, seductively.

“Make me.”

Harry felt like he was trudging through quicksand as he and Severus walked the corridor to his rooms. The dungeon feeling oppressive and claustrophobic to him, his instinct to run away was still at the forefront of his mind, Severus sensing his mood stroked the back of his hand to get his attention.

“One day, we’ll both be free.. together.” Harry fervently wished he could believe those words but his heart sank at the notion that they would not have a happy ending. He pulled Severus into his arms, eyes squeezed shut and revelled in the warmth of the man seeping through his clothes, the potion master’s heat sinking into his very soul, the moment disturbed by the sound of footsteps. Severus tensed in his arms and pulled them both into the nearest alcove, their bodies obscured by the shadows, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini appeared, walking and talking to each other, their voices carried to Harry.

“So my father had told me that Snape has a new mission from the Dark Lord,” Pansy’s glee filled voice made Harry bristle with anger, “He has to seduce Potter and then hand him over.” her laughter echoed loudly down the corridor, Blaise’s own mirth joining with hers.

“Bloody hell, is Potter desperate…Snape!” Blaise’s hateful laugh was loud and crass, Harry tensed in Severus’ arms, “But then again, Severus is supposed to be good, opening his legs for whoever the Dark Lord tells him to.” their laughter drifted away as they retreated further into the dungeon.

Harry’s body was burning with rage, fire coursing through his veins, in one swift move he pinned Severus to the wall, forearm against his neck. Severus gasped at his reaction but did not fight him, his own fingers touching Harry’s arm, gently. Stunned when Harry devoured his mouth in a furious demanding kiss, his tongue fighting to keep up with Harry’s needy one.

“You’re mine!” Harry’s voice was deep and thunderous, his tone full of barely contained fire. Severus found himself moaning under the harsh words, leaning further into Harry’s arm, a gasp reverberating in the alcove.

“Yes, yes..yours.”

“How many lovers?” Harry muttered, Severus’ dark eyes gazed deep into Harry’s wild verdant eyes, honesty shining in the obsidian depths.

“Not many.. no one important, contrary to the students opinion,” Severus’ voice had a hard edge to it, his own anger bumbling below the surface as he continued, “Voldemort has never offered my services to anyone. I am not his whore!”

Harry lowered his eyes, suddenly ashamed of listening to the vicious words of the Slytherins, his anger retreated slightly but the jealousy still lingered.

“I’m sorry… I know,” Harry paused, unsure of how to ask the next question, he let out a sigh, “When did it stop with him?” the question asked tentatively, Harry was afraid of the reply.

“Harry, Voldemort has a taste for young flesh,” his voice wavered, Harry released his grip and reached up to stroke his cheek, “It lasted for two years until I turned eighteen then he moved on to another.”

“I wish I could have been with you then.. protected you” Harry whispered, his lips brushing delicately against Severus’ “..Been your first time.”

“I wish that too, but I got to be yours.” Severus’ smile lit up his face and Harry deepened the kiss, their tongues duelling wetly. The jealous still in the back of his mind, Harry broke the kiss, Severus’ eyes were glazed with lust and his lips were shiny with saliva. Threading his fingers through Severus’ ink black hair and tugging violently, the potion master groaned at the rough treatment.

“ I think that you need a reminder of whom you belong to.” Harry nipped at the soft flesh of Severus’ slender neck, the earlier embrace in his bed flashing in his thought, his teeth biting harder. The blood rose to the surface and Harry lapped at the engorged vein throbbing in his neck, Severus’ breath hitching as he struggled not to scream his desire. Gasping loudly as he was turned around and slammed into the wall, placing his flashed face to the cool stone wall in an attempt to dampen his heated libido.

A muttered spell from behind him and the cold stone seeped into his heated naked skin, writhing against the rough wall as Harry kissed the nape of his neck. Severus’ rising cock trapped along the stone, Harry nipped and licked down his spine, every touch igniting the fire between them, his gasps of pleasure spilling freely from his mouth. Fingers followed the path of his tongue, tracing patterns on Severus’ flesh, Harry’s tongue alive with the taste of Severus.

“Don’t move.” Harry ordered and Severus could barely contain the shiver of excitement that ran down his spine. Smiling, Harry bit the tender flesh of Severus’ left buttock, watching his teeth marks appear on the smooth, pale skin. Licking the indents his teeth had left and listening to the minute gasps emerging from the potion master, spurred on by his obvious enjoyment. His own cock standing proud against his abdomen, the fire in his veins burning and stoking his arousal. Bestowing the same treatment on the right buttock, nipping lightly at the firm flesh and his fingers tracing delicate swirls before dipping between them. Severus’ breath hitched as Harry’s fingers brushed against his exposed entrance, the ring of muscle twitching.

“Harry.” his deep voice was rich with desire, Harry followed the path of his fingers with a exploring tongue, teasing the clenching pucker. Fingers came back to play, his index fingers from both hands sliding inside the addictive heat, Severus groaned as Harry spread them apart revealing the hidden depths of the smooth tunnel. Harry knelt back , his eyes fixed on the quivering hole that seemed to be begging to be filled, his fingers sliding deeper and opening wider, unable to resist Harry leaned forward to slide his tongue in alongside his questing digits.

Severus was shaking with the effort of not moving, his skin shining in the dim light of the alcove. Harry’s tongue mapped the velvet heat of the trembling man, revelling in the warmth and pressure he found wrapped around his tongue, the taste of Severus making him moan with need.

“Please..Harry…oh.oh.oh” Severus lost the ability to form a sentence as Harry began to thrust his tongue in and out of his grasping channel, the tongue moving in a mimicry of fucking him. The potion master pressed his face against the cool wall trying to calm his frantic need, the fire burning him from inside out at Harry’s touches.

Green eyes fluttered shut while Harry took delight in the experience, his tongue lapping energetically at the gripping, slick passage. The moans muffled by the stone wall fuelled Harry’s eager mouth, placing a kiss against the clamping, twitching entrance. His questing fingers rubbing and teasing Severus’ prostate on the thrusts inside, the potion master’s groan becoming fevered. Holding his own gasps inside as he reached down to stroke his own rigid length, Harry curled his tongue and thrust back inside, the tip brushing against the gland and Severus arched his back at the sensation.

“Guh!” all coherent thought had fled the quivering man, his legs parted further, the hole stretched wider allowing Harry’s fingers to slide deeper. Two fingers joined by a third, his tongue still agile and active inside the moaning dark eyed man. Harry rubbed the tip of his own cock to gather the fluid adoring the slit, stroking the slickness along his shaft. Pulling his mouth away long enough to spit on his palm and coat his cock with the saliva.

“Should I fuck you… show you that you’re mine?” Harry finished his sentence by licking around Severus’ pucker.

“Yes…oh…yes..please..fuck me.” Severus managed to gasp out between great gulps of air, his heart beating wildly in his chest and his cock dripping pre-come onto the stone beneath his feet. Harry did not need another invitation. pulling up and grabbing Severus’ hips, hoping that the saliva coating his cock and inside Severus would be enough as he slid into the velvet heat. Neither man could move, their breaths stuck in their throats and balls already tight with the need for release. Leaning forward, Harry peppered the nape of his neck and shoulders of Severus with kisses, the man trembling.

“Move.” Severus’ rich baritone was unusually high pitched as he begged, adding a wiggle to his hips to encourage Harry to move. Breath catching in his throat, Harry pulled back a fraction of an inch before plunging back in hard. Both men let out tiny whimpers of delight at the sensation. Scrambling to get a harder grip, Harry reached up with one hand and grabbed the back of Severus’ neck. Fingers laced in his hair, pulling his head back and giving him friction to pull him back on to his cock as he began to thrust forward, the pace deep and fast.

“Severus!” Harry groaned, his hips snapping back and forth, frantically. Severus arched his back, tilting his head back as far as he could reach, exposing his neck to Harry, the younger man licked and kissed at the soft flesh.

“Bite me.. mark me as yours!” the desperation in his voice almost made Harry come instantly, slowing his pace and keeping his thrusts deep. Pulling his hand from Severus’ hips, wincing at the finger marks he had left on the man’s smooth skin, Harry reached around to caress Severus’ weeping member, the head saturated with fluid. Using the slick pre-come, Harry rubbed and stroked the engorged length. Teeth nipping at the vein raised on Severus’ neck, the man keened and writhed against Harry.

“Please.” Harry closed his eyes, his body overloaded with the feel of Severus tightening around his cock, biting harder, the skin giving way under the pressure, his mouth flooded with hot coppery blood. Severus’ body becoming rigid, Harry panicked for a second until he felt hot come pouring over his fingers, the scent of sex filling the sir. Severus clenched harder, his tunnel gripping Harry as he rode out his orgasm, the taste of blood on his tongue and the rhythmic twitching brought Harry almost to his knees. Furiously sliding in and out through Severus’ climax, lapping at the bite on his neck and fighting not to come himself, Harry pulled the shaking man into a bloody fuelled kiss, sharing the treat with the gasping potion master. Severus moaned into his mouth, licking and sucking the blood off Harry’s tongue, the man’s delight pulled Harry’s release from him, screaming into Severus’ mouth as he erupted deep inside him. Slumping against Severus and both of them sliding down the wall to end up in a tangle of arms and legs, grunts echoing in the corridor as they disengaged themselves.

“Wow…wow..fuck..you’re amazing.” Harry whispered as he pressed an exhausted kiss to Severus’ smiling mouth.

“You’re not to shabby yourself.” Severus laughed, his voice raspy and they let out tired exhalation. “We both need some sleep.”

A long yawn escaped from Harry’s mouth, confirming the mans’ words, he relaxed into the embrace. A sudden crack of apparition made them jump, Dobby stood looking at both of them with stunned large eyes.

“Dobby is sorry… Dumbledore sent Dobby to see if Harry Potter is okay…Dobby did not mean to see anything,” he turned away and pulled violently at his ears, Harry grabbed his hand to stop him, “Dobby did not know Harry Potter and Professor Snape like to be naked together.”

Holding in a laugh, Harry patted the Elf’s hand to calm him down, Severus quirked a highly amused eyebrow.

“That’s okay Dobby.. tell Dumbledore that I’m okay.. I need some rest and I will talk to him later, okay?” Dobby nodded, his face pink and his eyes lowered as he regarded Severus.

“I will tell Dumbledore.. Safe and naked with Professor Snape.” Harry went to stop him but the elf was gone. Severus was shaking with ill suppressed mirth, Harry hitched an eyebrow at him and Severus let out a loud bark of laughter.

“I suppose you think this is funny?” Severus nodded, wiping his teary eyes.

Draco panted for breath, his body aching in places he didn’t even know had muscles, the floor cold beneath him. Looking up to stare into hazel eyes that were smiling at him with warmth.

“Very good.. you move well.” Saul complimented him as he reached down to help him up from his prone position on the floor. The rest of the room still practising the moves from earlier, Draco squeaked when Saul pulled him into his arms, his lips close to his ear.

“I want you.” Saul whispered, his voice rough with lust. Draco shuddered and barely repressed a moan of agreement, allowing the vampire to lead him from the room. The quick walk to Saul’s room was silent, Draco’s heart beating rapidly and his mouth dry. Nerves setting his body on edge, the scent of the vampire filling his nostrils as he moved closer to the hazel eyed man. A wide smile on Saul’s handsome face while he opened the door, taking a deep breath Draco followed him inside. Shocked when Saul lifted him up and pinned him against the door to devour him in a heated kiss.

Draco’s swooned at the lack of oxygen as the kiss broke apart, the fire in Saul’s eyes making him moan under the weight of the gaze. Soft lips brushed tenderly against his, the vampire’s tongue lapping lightly at his kiss swollen bottom lip.

“Draco, Draco, my Draco.” Saul spoke his name like a prayer, light kisses placed over his face, his eyelids touched with feather light touches of the vampire’s lips. Draco sighed, relaxing against the door and surrendering to the slow, sweet love making. Tempted to speed things up, desperate for naked flash pressing against his, Draco reached for his wand, Saul grabbed his hand, his lips never leaving Draco’s skin as he mumbled and pulled the wand from Draco’s grasp, discarding it into the floor.

“No magic..let me love you.” Draco’s grey eyes fluttered shut at the words and he nodded, threading his fingers through the vampire’s hair. Saul reached up and pulled the bow free, his long hair flowing down his shoulders, the scent of wild flowers filling the room, Draco took a huge lungful of the man. Saul pulled away, staring deep into Draco’s eyes, teasing fingers slowly began to undress the flustered blond. Kissing every bit of newly exposed skin, the vampire reduced Draco to gibbering pile of lust by the time he reached his feet. Lifting up his foot delicately to remove his shoe, a long slow lick along his exposed ankle made Draco’s back arch, stunned at his discovering new erogenous zones. He now knew that his inner thigh made him groan while his bottom rib made his cock twitch, Saul took his time, apparently committing each part of Draco to memory. Removing the other shoe and kissing every toe, Draco could barely take it anymore, his whole body thrumming with excitement.

“Saul..please.” Draco, no longer above begging to get what he wanted, the vampire lunged up and crushed his lips to Draco’s parted ones, the kiss fiery in its intensity. Picking up the writhing teen, carrying him effortlessly to his bed and gently lying the moaning blond down. The scent of sex was filling the room, Draco found his eyes fixed on the rigid erection of the vampire, it bobbed and swayed as he moved down the bed, his mouth pressing tiny kisses all over Draco’s skin.

“Let me touch you.” Draco realised that he had not touched the vampire during his exploration of his body, Saul smiled, shaking his head.

“In a moment, my Draco.. I want to taste you.” Saul’s words drifted over his skin like a caress and Draco almost screamed as the vampires licked at the dripping head of his shaft. Light licks and tiny kisses bestowed on the length, Draco couldn’t take anymore. Reaching down to pull at the vampire’s hair, tugging him up kiss him, Draco thrust his tongue deep into the pleased man’s mouth.

“Fuck me!” Draco pleaded against Saul’s mouth and the vampire groaned, a long raspy moan of arousal. Draco revelled in the weight of the man as he lowered himself between his thighs, their cocks rubbing alongside each other. Saul moved lower, the engorged head pushing against Draco’s heavy balls, the blond gasped at the sensation and his heart hammered in his chest, knowing what was about to happen.

“I..,” the vampire seemed at a loss for words, Draco kissed him, just a peck to the corner of his mouth, “Oh God..Draco.” Saul moaned. His cock pressing into the smooth skin between Draco’s cock and balls, the vampire began to rock back and forth, the slick head gliding along his perineum. Draco’s eye widened as Saul rubbed against his prostate, stimulating the gland from the outside, a knowing smile on the vampires face.

“Like that?”

“Oh…oh…yes!” Draco almost saw stars as Saul continued to brush hard against it.

“Imagine what it will feel like when I’m inside you.” the husky tone in his voice showing Draco how turned on the vampire was, reaching down and sliding his fingers past his own cock to stroke Saul’s length.

“Put yourself in me..please.” Draco’s voice hitched when he said the words, fear making him tremble and Saul soothed him with a light kiss to the inside of his thigh.

“Shh relax..this might feel strange,” Saul pulled a tube of lubricant from under his pillow, a smile on his face at Draco’s stunned eyes, “I was hoping this would happen.” pressing a kiss to Draco’s mouth.

Sinking in the warm mattress, Draco relaxed onto the bed, the vampire’s kisses distracting him as Saul squirted some lubricant onto his fingers, Draco tensed as the cool slick was rubbed around his virgin entrance.

“Shhh..relax for me,” Saul traced the tight pucker, soothing Draco with tiny kisses to his face, pressing his mouth to the blonds’ trembling lips when he slid the first finger inside. Draco gasped into Saul’s mouth, trying to relax his body but his nerves making him tense.

“I’m sorry,” Draco felt like crying with frustration, Saul kissed him and not moving his fingers, allowing Draco to get used to the intrusion. Slowly Draco felt his body open up to the vampire, one finger replaced with two without any discomfort, Saul kissed down his neck and twirled his tongue around Draco’s left nipple. The nub hardened under his ministrations and Draco didn’t feel the third finger glide inside his silky tunnel.

Saul touched and caressed every inch of Draco’s body, his fingers never idle, scissoring and coating the blond, preparing him for their lovemaking. Draco’s eyes were closed, his face flushed with arousal, little exhales of pleasure. Saul watched the teen with a enamoured expression, sliding across slightly to place the head of his cock against Draco’s stretched entrance. Pushing past the ring of muscle to place the tip of his cock inside the hot channel, a low growl spilling form his lips.

Draco felt pressure at his pucker, the muscle opening and the head of Saul’s cock slid inside, a low growl made him open his eyes, the vision stunning before him. Saul’s muscles strained with effort, the vampire’s face rapturous and his teeth elongated, shining in the candlelight. The vampire slipped forward, his shaft sliding inside Draco, who moaned as Saul sheathed himself to the hilt in one fluid move. Frightened to move and waiting for the pain, Draco lay shivering, stunned when no pain came. There was some discomfort and a strange feeling of being full, but Draco found he liked the stretched feeling, clenching his muscles and feeling Saul twitch inside him.

“Saul.” that one whimpered word and the vampire lost his control, moaning low in his chest as he pulled out and slammed back in. Draco felt incredible, indescribable sensations, some pain but the pleasure was overwhelming, the vampire’s shaft rubbing against his prostate, the blond seeing stars bursting behind his eyelids. Saul immediately halted his movements, Draco opened his blissful closed eyes to see the vampire’s face full of concern and self deprecation.

“Draco..oh Draco..I don’t want to hurt you.” Saul’s tone was sad, Draco found himself leaning up, the vampire’s cock shifting inside him as he moved making him moan. Reaching up to tug at Saul’s hair and pull him into a kiss, muttering against Saul’s down turned lips.

“Not hurting me…fuck me.” Draco’s legs wrapping around Saul’s waist , the vampire moaning steadily into his mouth as he began to fuck Draco with long and deep thrusts. The pleasure building and building in the keening blond, his own cock trapped between them and rubbing against Saul’s hard stomach.

“Touch me…Saul…touch me!” Draco’s needy voice echoing loudly in the bedchamber, the vampire leaned back, his hips still thrusting deep into Draco’s clenching hole and grabbed the blonds’ neglected cock. The first stroke made Draco gasp, the second stroke made him almost scream with elation, the tingling in his balls at fever pitch. The third touch of Saul’s fingers and a well timed thrust against his prostate made Draco’s world fall apart. Every muscle tensed and his back arched as his cock erupted lushly over himself and Saul’s hand. The vampire threw his head back and let out a hoarse shout of release, pouring himself into Draco’s still spasming channel. Draco undulated under the thrusting vampire, his body at pleasure overload. The feel of the cool seed coating his insides made his cock spurt once more, his breath almost non-existent with the force of his climax.

“My Draco.” Saul spoke his name with such emotion, Draco pressed a kiss to the handsome vampire’s mouth.

“My Saul.” he whispered, the vampire laying on top of him, Draco sighed, enjoying the feel of the cool skin against his own heated flesh, Saul’s cock still buried inside him and Draco was not in a hurry for him to move.

After returning to Severus’ quarters, Harry found himself completely physically and emotionally exhausted. Severus assured him that everyone had understood his earlier outburst and that he was sure that Dumbledore would explain everything when they spoke next time. Both men, sleepily pulled off their clothes and fell into the bed, the events of the last few days finally catching up with them. Harry lay in bed, his head resting on Severus’ chest, the slow beating of the sleeping man’s heart lulling Harry to sleep.

Malfoy manor stood foreboding and dark, the moonlight shining onto the vast land that surrounded the impressive home. Harry found himself watching as men approached the entrance, shuddering when he recognised one of them as Alexander, the other two men flanking the vampire were both tall and muscular and they moved with a purpose, Harry surmised they were Alexander’s men.

Following the men into the grand hall just to the left of the entrance, Voldemort sat on a high backed chair, almost like a king in his court. Bellatrix to his left and Tonks stood before him, her hands lifted in a imploring way. The Dark Lord appeared unimpressed with whatever she was saying, Harry found himself incapable of caring what happened to the traitor.

“My Lord, how could I know that slut would jump in front of Lucius.” her head was lowered in a sign of obedience, Harry found his fists clenched to his sides with fury. Alexander’s ears seemed to prick at the mention of Amelia, Voldemort turned to grace the vampire with a smile.

“It would appear that your formerrr wife, issss a bit of a nuisssssence.” Voldemort’s tone was anything but mirthful. Alexander offered a smirk.

“I did warn you, don’t underestimate my little darling.. she’ll tear you to pieces.”

“You could have took her in the forest, she’s weak!” Bellatrix bellowed, her face annoyed at Alexander’s words. Harry sensed that the death eater was not happy with the smirking man.

“She was weak from the ritual, don’t assume anything about her,” he smiled, a knowing wistful grin, “She’s quite the firecracker.” Harry shivered at the obvious sexual undertones in Alexander’s words, Bellatrix visibly bristled with anger and a hint of jealousy.

“I’m notttt concerned with your wifeeee,” Voldemlrt turned his attention back to Tonks, who was standing with her head still bowed, Harry longed to look into her treacherous eyes “Nowww my dearrr Tonkssss, explain why Luciussss isss ssstill alive?”

“I didn’t expect her to sacrifice herself.” Alexander’s face fell at the words, storming across the room in two strides and grabbing Tonks by the throat, Voldemort clapped his hands together with glee, “Let me go!” Tonks gurgled out, struggling to pull from him.

“IS SHE DEAD!” Alexander’s voice boomed in the room, spit speckling Tonks reddening face, struggling to breath as he tightened his grip. Harry stood, sickened by the display, Bellatrix and Voldemort entertained by the sight.

“Yes.” Tonks spat out, a malicious smile on her face. Alexander roared and a crack reverberated in the room, Tonks’ eyes fluttered shut, the life draining from her body. Discarding the former auror like a piece of rubbish, her neck clearly broken, Alexander looked at Voldemort with furious eyes.

“Bravo, veryyyy impresssssive,” Voldemort complimented the rage filled vampire, “She’ssss not deadddd.” Alexander’s eyes lit up at his words and Voldemort laughed.

“I apologise for killing one of servants.” Voldemort merely smile and shrugged his shoulders as if it was no concern.

“My dear Alexander, we haveee yettt to discusss your payment for aidingggg meee?”

Bellatrix watched the vampire with curious eyes, the smile that she aimed at the man was supposed to be seductive, Harry shivered with revulsion, Alexander ignored her while he contemplated his answer.

“Simple, I would like four things,” his voice was harsh and authoritative as he spoke, Voldemort gave him a knowing smile, apparently having already deduced his request, “Amelia by my side again,” Bellatrix let out a undignified squawk at the words, “Lucius’ and Remus’ heads on a silver platter.” Alexander smiled.

Harry turned away from the vampire, the bile rising in his throat as he took in the sight of Tonks’ cooling corpse. Stunned but unable to feel anything for his former friend, a part of him knowing that she had brought it upon herself.

“Anddd the fourthhh thinggg?” Alexander’s looked Voldemort in the eyes, his blue eyes shining with lust as he spoke, Harry’s body filled with rage at his next request.

“Severus Snape as my consort.”
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