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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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Thank you to everyone still following this epic length story...i never intended for it to be this long but i'm loving the twists and turns i'm taking ;)

Warnings...violence, m/m sex, bondage, spanking...hope you enjoy! let me know what you think ;)

Dumbledore offered the smiling vampire a dazzling one of his own, the twinkle bright in his eyes. Harry let out a huge sigh of relief, clasping Severus’ hand with joy, his heart dropping as Dumbledore spoke. His voice relaxed, no trace of uncertainty and he briefly looked at Harry with a sad expression.

“While I appreciate the offer, dear girl I must decline…immortality holds no interest to me,” Harry heard a shout of despair and realised that it came from him, Severus held his hand tightly, his own dark eyes unreadable, “Harry, my boy…I do not want to become a vampire.”

Amelia scowled, her eyes watching with a rapidly growing annoyance and Remus touched her gently on the arm, shaking his head at her. She shook his hand off, ignoring the look of hurt that flashed in the wolf’s eyes and her own eyes narrowed at the headmaster.

“Being a vampire beneath you?” her voice was soft but Harry could hear the hint of power in her sweet tones, an angry edge that tempered her innocent appearance, “That’s how the fucking Ministry view us…shit beneath their feet!” the venom in her voice stunned Harry, having only seen it once before in the clearing.

“You misunderstand me, I mean no disrespect,” Dumbledore looked truly remorseful, Amelia stood unmoved by the man’s apparent sincerity, “I do not want to live forever…surely you can understand that?” his words must have touched a nerve with the vampire, her unusual eyes lowered and she walked away from him to stand by Fawkes. The phoenix leaned for her to touch its feathers, preening when she stroked and caressed the bright plumage.

“What do you mean about the Ministry?” Draco asked, curiosity winning out over the tenseness in the room. Saul gently squeezed his hand, his eyes fixed on the blonds’ Harry noted that Lucius visibly stiffened at the tender display.

Still not entirely happy about Draco and Saul together.

The hazel eyed Vampire answered the question when Amelia made no move to respond, her eyes staring in the phoenix’s as if they shared a silent communication.

“We have no rights, the Ministry view us as vermin…Draco, we’ve been allowed to stay because we serve a purpose at the moment,” Draco’s eyes widened, Saul pressed a tiny kiss to the side of his down turned mouth, “Once Voldemort has been destroyed …we will be expected to leave.”

“That can’t be true!” Harry shouted, unable to fathom the Ministry’s attitude to the vampires, who were risking their own lives to protect and fight for the light.

“Harry,” Amelia’s voice was quiet and thoughtful, she looked at him with kind expression, clearly moved by Harry’s upset, “It’s ok…we’ve learned to live with it…vampires are killers…those like Alexander are all the Ministry see when they look at us….cold blooded murderers because that’s what we are.” her tone was matter of fact and calm, though she refused to make eye contact with anyone while she spoke.

“You’re not like him! I saw what he did to you!” Harry cried and Amelia paled at his words, Remus’ amber eyes flicked to Harry, bewilderment and apprehension on his face, “Oh God…he crucified you.” Amelia shook her head at him and her eyes beseeched him to stop.

“Shhh Harry…stop!” she crossed the room, her arms coming around him as the shock at what he had seen finally hit him. His body shaking, the images of the torture that she must have suffered at his hands playing over and over in his mind. Two words echoing loudly and repeatedly in his thoughts.

Three years …three years…three years.

“Three years!” Harry howled, Severus watched with a pale and shocked expression as if unsure how to handle the emotional outburst. Amelia lifted Harry’s face for his eyes to meet hers, letting out a slight sigh and stroking his cheek.

“Harry, now is not the time,” she was deliberately avoiding the intrigued, narrowed eyes gazes emerging from Lucius and Remus, “The past is the past…I’ve had time to move past it,” she let out a tiny huff of laughter, but it was clear she didn’t find it funny, “That’s the thing about immortality…you have time to put things in perspective.”

“Harry, what are you talking about?” it was Lucius that broached the subject, his grey eyes fixed on Amelia and his face pale, showing that he suspected what Harry was about to reveal. She shook her head at Harry, whispering to him in a low hushed and slightly panicked voice.

“Harry…please don’t…” there must have been something in Harry’s eyes, a look of horror or stunned disbelief that made Lucius pale further, Remus approached the vampire. Everyone shocked as she moved away from the wolf, eyes dark and hardened.

“Amelia...please.” Remus begged, sensing that the vampire had emotionally detached herself from the conversation.

“The subject is not up for discussion.” voice harsh, jaw set with determination and her eyes not looking at them. Saul let go of Draco’s hand, reaching out to her and his own hurt expression grew as she failed to acknowledge him.

The mood in the room was reaching breaking point, Lucius and Remus frozen to the spot, faces reflected the misery they both felt. Severus viewed the vampire with understanding, sad eyes and Harry’s heart dropped at the realisation that they had so much in common, having both suffered at the hands of a mad man. The flare of the floo made Harry jump, the atmosphere emotionally charged and on edge. Kingsley appeared, his face drawn and worried, Harry noticed that he was carrying two wrapped box in his hands.

“Presents?” Dumbledore asked, his voice light-hearted as if trying to diffuse the situation.

“They just arrived…we can’t open them,” he looked at Remus and Amelia, “We’ve checked them for dark spells and can’t detect anything.”

“So, who are they from?” Remus looked bemused, shrugging his shoulders.

“Voldemort,” Kingsley muttered, handing the elaborately wrapped packages to Remus and Amelia, “They’re addressed to you.”

“Don’t!” Lucius grabbed Remus’ hand to stop the man from touching the package, “It could be a portkey!” Kingsley shook his head, insisting that all the necessary checks had been carried out but the boxes would only open for the intended person.

Remus tentatively touched the box, its red and gold paper strangely filled Harry with apprehension, suddenly frightened by the contents. A small note was attached, the note sprang open as Remus tapped it with his finger. Everyone took a collective breath, Lucius had his hand resting at the base of Remus’ spine reassuring himself and the wolf.

“Dear Remus, I know that Tonks would have wanted to you have this,” his voice shook and his face drained of colour, “You always did hold her heart.” as he spoke the last word, the box unfolded itself, Harry gagged as the smell escaped. A red blood stained lump of flesh lay in the box, Harry could make out different parts but had to look away as he recognised what it was.

“Is that a heart?” Draco asked, his voice unsteady as he fought his nausea.

“It’s hers.” Remus whispered, anguish and horror in his tone, Lucius waved his wand and banished the sight of the bloody heart from everyone’s view. Pulling the distraught man into his arms, whispering to him and pressing comforting kisses to his brow.

Amelia was tracing the bright bow on the top of the box, her eyes filled with intrigue and nervousness. Flinching a fraction as the bow unwrapped itself, a note unfolding into her hands. She lifted it, reading the contents and her eye fluttered shut, a single tear falling down her cheek. Saul crossed the room, pulling the note from her hand, frowning as he read the words.

“I don’t understand,” eyes looking at her, she shook her head and Harry noticed that she was trembling, “What does this mean?”

“Read it!” Severus complained, his arms holding Harry close, body tense evidently expecting some kind of trouble.

“My love…be with me…don’t make me break my promise.” Saul looked mystified at the words, Harry let out a low moan and tensed in Severus’ arms. The box unfolded itself to reveal a small child’s teddy bear, the bear covered with blood. The intent of the message clear to Harry and Amelia, join Alexander or he would start murdering children.

“They have to know everything.” Harry insisted to the despairing vampire, Lucius and Remus seemed reluctant to touch her and this seemed to annoy the potion master.

“Don’t you care!” his voice deep with anger, “She needs you!”

“He did this,” Amelia’s quiet voice spoke, pointing to the boxes, “He would find it amusing…do you see why I choose to forget the past?”

“He didn’t break his promise?” remembering back to the dream he had, both he and Voldemort assuming that Amelia had nearly killed him for breaking his word.

“No…I had always intended to kill him,” she smiled for a moment, “I bided my time…waiting for the right moment.”

“Egypt?” Harry aware now that the room was silent, listening to their conversation. Catching a glimpse of Remus wiping his tearing eyes and leaning into Lucius’ touch, both men staring at the vampire.

“Ahhh.. you have found out a lot about me…arrogance, Alex had it in spades,” she smiled, remembering back, “He taught me everything…how to fight, hunt and eventually how to read and write in five different languages.”

“He said he should have never taken you there?”

“I became intrigued by Egyptian culture, the myths and legends…magic,” offering Harry a small smile, looking around at the men in the room, “Something that you should all understand…there were ancient rituals…the consort ritual is one of them,” she allowed herself a brief glance at the two men, “I discovered a myth about a magical dagger that could kill vampires,” Saul gasped at the words, “I persuaded him to take me.”

“Show me.” Dumbledore suddenly spoke, his voice brimming with authority.

“Why?”

“I think we need to see,” he indicated to Lucius and Remus, “You have some things that need to be faced together.” his voice softened at the last word. Lucius holding Remus’ hand walked to the vampire, both men opened their arms and enveloped the girl in a tight embrace. Harry caught some of their words to the vampire.

“Please forgive us…you need to trust us…it won’t change how we feel.” the two men’s’ voice were intermixed as they spoke, the sentiments mirrored by each other. Amelia closed her eyes, leaning into the understanding and loving touches being bestowed on her, a soft sigh and her voice was a mere whisper.

“Okay…I’ll show you.” Dumbledore lightly stroked her brow with the tip of his wand, the mist swirling and twirling around as he reached for the viewing bowl.

Severus held Harry close, breathing him in and kissing the top of his head. His tone low and the words meant only for him. Harry felt his heart flutter while the potion master spoke in his ear, the feel of his breath like a caress over his skin.

“Are you sure you want to see?” he kissed the shell of Harry’s ear earning a shiver from him at the sensation, Harry nodded, “You’re still a boy…I hate you having to experience this.”

“Not a boy…stopped being a boy when Voldemort returned,” Harry felt the stab of despair at the memory of Cedric and Sirius, Severus held him tighter, “Tell me that you love me.”

“I love you.” Severus breathed and Harry loved that there was absolutely no hesitation from the stoic man, his heart on his sleeve when it came to his love for him.

“What’s going on?” Ron’s worried face suddenly appeared from behind the door, followed by a concerned Hermione. They both studied the scene, their faces dropping at the sombre mood, Hermione’s eyes drawn to the bloody bear discarded on the floor.

“I think that this is something that they do not need to see?” Remus focused his gaze on Dumbledore, the older wizard looked Amelia.

“If we’re going to fight together…then they need to know everything about him…me.” her voice was resigned, forlorn and held a hint of desolation.

“I have to agree Headmaster, they are no longer children,” Severus’ eyes lit briefly on Draco, the blond in Saul’s reassuring arms, “They will face absolute evil on the battlefield.” both men looked at each other, their faces grave and filled with silent knowledge. With soundless trepidation they approached the pensieve, Harry gripping Severus’ hand tighter and the potion master pulled him close to his body, the touch of the man’s warmth instantly relaxing Harry’s nerves.

The feel of summer heat drifted over Harry’s skin, opening his squeezed shut eyes to look at everyone else. Ron and Hermione’s eyes open with wonder and awe at the sights before them. A lavish palace before them, ornately decorated and splendid in its refinery. Everyone turned to look at Amelia who stood staring at the room with the same wonder. Realising that she was being scrutinised, she glanced at them all with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Forgotten how beautiful it was,” she narrowed her eyes as two men entered the room, a tall dark skinned man and Alexander, both men laughing and in deep conversation, “ok, brief history lesson, the fifth crusade had just been unsuccessful,” taking in the incredulous stares from Dumbledore and Severus, “Its 1223 AD, Russia had just been invaded so I used our need to leave as an excuse to visit.”

“The dagger?” Harry asked, she nodded and tilted her head towards the door. All of them surprised as a black haired Amelia entered the room, dressed in fine ivory silken robes, the material almost sheer enough to see through, the drape of the fabric like a second skin. Heavy eye make up exaggerating her unusual eyes and her pale skin seeming to glow, Lucius let out a appreciative gasp at her breath taking appearance.

“You called for me, my lord.” her voice strong but with a hint of subservience, Harry looked at the present day vampire with stunned eyes, Amelia merely watched the display unfolding.

Alexander’s gaze crawled over her, the lust shining in his blue eyes and she offered him a sweet, seductive glimmer of a smile. The man sitting next to him appeared unimpressed with the display.

“The Ruler at the time…he wanted our help to stay in power but despised our kind,” a small laugh emerged, all eyes on her as she continued, “What he didn’t realise is that Alexander intended to take power.”

“Mmm yes my love…our host here has yet to experience your vast skills,” he leered at her and turned to look at the man to his right, “I thought that she might dance for you.” past Amelia narrowed her eyes just briefly, everyone watching caught the expression but Alexander showing off his toy, missed the look of annoyance.

The silent man clapped his hands, the large doors opening to allow three men to enter, young and handsome carrying instruments. The first began to play, his flute haunting and melodic, joined by another and then a strangely shaped guitar. All the men in the room and watching the memory as Amelia began to sway to the music, a slight move to the hips slowly building into a undulating rhythm. The fabric clinging as she moved, her body graceful and Harry thought that she would have made a wonderful dancer. Remus couldn’t take his eyes of her as she sashayed across the room, her hand gliding over her skin without touching, the movements sensual. Her eyes closed, a moment of bliss on her face the music seeming to wash over her, the increased tempo reflected in her steps. Lights from the torches in the room shining on her body and the material shimmered, revealing her naked smooth flesh underneath.

“Yes.” Alexander whispered, the word heated and dripping with barely contained need. Harry swallowed the bile rising in his throat and looked at the man, stunned when he saw his face. The vampire watching her with lust in his eyes, naked unadulterated desire but something else was clear in his gaze, Harry shocked by the look of love glowing in the deep blue depths.

He loves her

The thought took Harry’s breath away, his mind jumbled and confused at the myriad of emotions the look was churning up in him. Severus stroked the back of his hand, the soft caress setting Harry’s heart on fire with desire. Taken aback by the sudden understanding he felt for the vampire, hating to admit to himself that he could almost sympathise with his predicament. Knowing what it felt like to want someone so much, the need that would build and push aside all rational thought.

“No…its not love,” Amelia suddenly whispered in his ear as if she had read his mind, Harry so consumed with his own thoughts he hadn’t even noticed her cross the room to speak to him, “It was never love…he doesn’t know what love is…just power over someone.” she spoke, her voice soft, “Needing someone should never be about having control over them, what you have is love.” she pressed a small kiss to his cheek and then one to Severus’ , the potion master blushed.

All eyes returned to the sight of Amelia dancing closer to the men, the fabric of her sheer gown moved to reveal a bejewelled dagger strapped to her thigh and Harry’s heart skipped a beat, suspecting what they were about to witness.

“Isn’t she truly breathtaking?” Alexander murmured to the man by his side, his blue eyes never leaving Amelia, seemingly unconcerned about the dagger. Lifting a finger to beckon her closer, she shook her head and smiled at him, a trace of seduction in the grin as she moved closer to the three musicians.

“Such pretty eyes,” she whispered, body dangerously close to one of the young man, his dark eyes shy and nervous, “Don’t be afraid…I don’t bite.” she laughed, hand stroking his arm and he dropped the flute, the music coming to an abrupt stop.

“Tell them to leave.” Alexander ordered the man, who dismissed his words, watching the scene with avid eyes. Amelia pressed a soft kiss to the pale young boy, his eyes wide with lust and terror.

“Enough!” Alexander roared, the boy jumped and stumbled backwards falling to the floor. His friends grabbing and lifting him up, their eyes on their master who nodded and they ran from the room.

“Come here!” Alexander’s voice full of authority, they watched with disgust as he reached down to free his cock from its confines, the shaft solid with need. His host shocked at the display, but Harry saw the brief flare of desire as he avoiding looking at the naked vampire and looked at Amelia.

“NOW!” his tone commanding, Amelia merely smiled at him and slowly approached, lifting her gown above her head. Smooth, creamy white skin revealed, naked beneath the sheath, the light catching the jewelled knife. The man to his right gasped at the stunning sight , Harry found himself looking at the others, Hermione pink with embarrassment and wide eyed Ron flustered. Remus and Lucius breathing heavily, desire clear in their eyes.

“Kiddies may want to look away now,” Amelia offered, taking in their obvious unease at the display, “It gets worse.” she looked at Saul, the hazel eyed vampire staring at her like they had never met before. Hurt in his eyes at being uninformed about her history. Draco sensed his upset and entwined their fingers, squeezing his hand and giving him a breath taking smile.

The naked girl climbed upon the smirking vampire’s lap, a pout on her lips and her voice breathy with lust. Alexander moaned at her words, wrapping his fingers up in her hair and pulling her mouth close to his as she spoke.

“I’m sorry, my lord…what can I do to make you happy?”

“Remus, Lucius…please don’t watch.” Amelia’s voice suddenly echoed in the room, the two men looking at the girl and her expression was one of apprehension. A low grunt filled the room, everyone’s attention drawn back to the sight, Amelia winced as she watched. Alexander lifted the naked Amelia and slammed her down on his length. Stunned silence deafening in its abruptness, the naked vampire writhed on his cock, her moans filling the room and Remus turned away, his amber eyes brimming with jealousy.

“Good girl,” Alexander groaned, hands gripping her hips tightly, she leaned to the side to include the man watching, his own hands gripping his throne with a tight grasp. Her lips brushed against his and he moaned, releasing his grip to touch her skin. “My love, now.” Alexander whispered, a flash of steel and the man screamed into her mouth.

“God!” Hermione screeched, turning her head away and flying into Ron’s arms, his face pale. The smell of blood drifting through the room, interlaced with something that made Harry’s mouth fill with saliva as he fought not to vomit. The host’s intestines unravelling onto the floor beneath his feet, Amelia pulled back and her hand was soaked with blood.

“Very good.” Alexander praised her, thrusting up and his movements did not slow, even with the moans of agony spilling from the dying man’s lips. Harry stared at the silent Amelia, her eyes fixed on herself as she allowed him to fuck her.

“I love you.” Alexander murmured, Amelia’s face changed, her look reflected by the watching vampire, eyes fluttered shut and pure hatred twisted her features. A glint of steel, swiping down with inhuman speed and Amelia rode the bucking, roaring vampire. His cheek open, a flap revealing the teeth set in the jaw beneath. Amelia’s own face splashed with blood, pulling her hand back and plunging the dagger into his neck with great force.

“Guh..guh.” his vocal chords damaged, his eyes wide and full of shock. Amelia continued to stay on his lap, his struggles weakening as his blood erupted from the severed artery, the sickening noise of the blade moving through flesh and bone assaulted Harry’s ears. Turning away and burying his face in Severus’ chest, the sound on the potion master’s erratic heart beat showing him that he was also horrified.

“I hate you.” she whispered, leaning forward as she yanked the knife to the side, practically severing his head. Her eyes hard and cold, a shiver travelled up everyone’s spine at the look on her face.

BANG!

A loud collision against the closed doors made everyone jump, the door swung open to reveal guards, both human and vampire. Disengaging herself, the blood stained Amelia turned to peruse them, reaching down to pull Alexander’s sword from the sheath on his side. The gurgles still spilling from the vampire, his fingers trying to hold in his blood as it spurted to the floor. Taking a slow unneeded breath, Amelia stepped down and stalked towards the guards.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

The room came back into focus as the memory faded, his eyes and everyone else’s on the quiet vampire. Her gaze fixed on Remus and Lucius, fear in her unusual orbs, she made a move towards them. Taking in the looks on the two men’s face, her eye brimmed with tears, nodding her head at them and moving away. Harry’s gaze on the Remus, the wolf pale, shaking with his eyes full of disgust, Lucius silent and his eyes lowered.

“What?” Harry asked, stunned at the rejection by the two men. Amelia shook her head at him, a single tear falling from her eye. Saul moved to speak to her, his arms outstretched to give her comfort.

“No…I don’t…” she glanced at the bloody bear on the floor, voice steady but with hint of anguish, “Horcruxes…what are they?”

Dumbledore appeared shocked by the change of subject, all eyes suddenly back on the older wizard. The mood sombre, Ron holding Hermione close to him, her face pressed to his neck, eyes darting to watch Dumbledore as he explained what he had told Harry. Frustrated, Harry paced back and forth, his eyes on the two men, anger burning deep inside at the reaction. Severus’ voice interrupted the older wizard, excitement in the tone.

“Nagini!…the bloody snake’s one of them!” everyone speaking at once, offering their opinions.

“How are we going to get near enough to it?” Harry enquired, his eyes on the potion master.

“I may be able…”

“NO!” Harry shouted, the room silenced with his cry, “You’ll be killed…wait until the battle, then we’ll think of a way.”

“Severus, Harry is right,” Dumbledore spoke silencing the dark eyed man before he had a chance to argue, “We will think of another way.”

Severus stood, face thunderous and his eyes filled with fire at being ordered by these two men. Stalking from the room, leaving a stunned Harry to stand watching his retreating back.

“Shit!” Harry looked at Dumbledore, the old man gave him a sympathetic smile and nodded for him to follow. Harry, desperate to pursue the man but needing to do something else before he left. Approaching Remus and Lucius, the two men pensive and quiet, both standing by the fireplace appearing to be deep in thought.

“What are you doing?” his tone harsh as he addressed them, amber and grey eyes met his blazing verdant stare, “You have no idea what he did to her!”

“I…” Remus seemed unable to speak, tears in his eyes and Harry felt his despair, having misread the two men, “I hated him touching her!” Lucius finished Remus’ thoughts.

“Tell her that,” he looked up to call the vampire over, meeting Saul’s concerned eyes, “Where is she?” Remus and Lucius looked up with frantic eyes, Saul glared at them.

“She’s gone back to the camp…the troops need organising,” another look aimed at the men, softening when he saw the genuine sorrow in their eyes, “I’m sure she’ll be back soon.”

“Go Harry, we’ll look for her,” Remus spoke, his voice tired, Lucius wrapped his arm around his shoulder and finished his sentence for him, “I think we have a lot of grovelling to do.”

XXXXXXXXXX

Harry ran, passing students who tried to stop and talk to him, shrugging them off and refusing to talk. Tentatively, he opened the door, the snake design offering him a remorseful look and he realised that this was not going to be easy.

“Get out!” Severus thundered, slamming book back on the shelves, his back to Harry.

“Severus…please…I don’t want you to ge…”

“I said get out, leave, depart, remove yourself from my sight!” the venom in his tone sent a chill down Harry’s spine.

“You’re being ridiculous!” Harry shouted, his own voice high with annoyance.

“RIDICULOUS! THE ONLY RIDICULOUS THING I’VE DONE IS GET INVOLVED WITH YOU!” Harry felt the floor give out beneath him, Severus’ eyes cold and burning with anger.

“You don’t mean that.” Harry’s voice so quiet, afraid of the answer.

“Get out, I’m sick of everyone making decisions for me!” Severus turned away from him, organising his desk and clearly dismissing him.

Harry’s legs feel like jelly as he tried to walk to the man, heart breaking into a million pieces at the finality of the words. Soft exhales echoed in his ears, Severus taking slow breaths and his body tense. Unable to walk away, Harry pressed himself against the potion master’s back, arms wrapping around his middle.

“I’m not telling you what to do…Christ Severus, if you died I’d want to die too.” Harry whispered, the man tensed in his arms, the exhales hitching.

“I can’t keep serving two, no three masters, my life is not my own.” his words like a vice on his Harry’s heart.

“You want me to let you go?” Harry’s words cracked as his tears began to fall, Severus span around, his own eyes filled with unshed tears.

“I…I shouldn’t have said that,” Severus watched as Harry began to sob, pulling the man into his arms, “Harry…I love you, I was angry.” Severus pressed a kiss to his streaming eyes, touching one eyelid then the other, the brief press of his soft lips making Harry’s breath quicken.

“No masters…you’ll have no masters,” Harry whispered, leaning into the embrace, “I don’t own you, I love you.” Severus’ eyes closed at the words, his lips parted and Harry took it as an invitation, sliding his tongue into the man’s mouth.

“Mmmm, maybe just you as my master.” Severus murmured against Harry’s lips, the offer made Harry’s cock firm and fill instantly. Dark eyes flaring with lust stared deeply into Harry’s questioning ones, quirking his eyebrow and Harry deepened the kiss.

“Your master,” Harry mumbled, his tongue lapping along the full bottom lip of the gasping man, Severus nodded frantically, his hands touching Harry’s shoulder and sliding down to his arms. Yanking him closer, grunts of desire spilling from their lips as their cloth covered erections rubbed alongside one another. Severus, the first to break the kiss, his chest heaving and his pupils blown with arousal. Images of the fantasy Harry had witnessed flashed in his head, grabbing the potion master by the back of the neck, tugging his mouth back to his and devouring him. Surprising the man when he pulled away, spinning Severus around, his chest to his back and slamming him forward over his desk. Harry’s heart was thudding wildly, his mouth dry as he took control of the dark eyed older wizard.

“I like the sound of being your master,” he leaned down to nip at Severus’ ear, “Think of a safe word.” Severus’ eyes widened, Harry waited for him to push him away instead the man whimpered, bucking back and rubbing his arse against Harry’s confined cock.

“Potion.” Severus whispered, swivelling his hips. The pressure building against Harry’s length was making his mind jumbled, stunned at Severus agreeing to the new game. Harry’s mind flicked back to when he realised that he like the idea of Domination.

Flashback

“Come on Harry, there must be someone that you like?” Ron enquired, his eyes wide with interest, the dorm room quiet. Just the two of them, the subject of girls had come up, Harry still not honest with his friend had tried to avoid the questions.

“Nobody really,” Harry lied, the vision of Snape in his black robes entered his head, the man’s voice washing over him, “No-ones caught my eye.” laughing inside at the shock his friend would have if he knew.

“I read this magazine that talked about different things you can do,” Ron’s tone was hushed and excited, “You know sex stuff….kinky stuff.” his face flamed at his words. Harry felt the heat rising on his own face, trying to relax and act nonchalant about it.

“Like what?” Harry asked, Ron looked at the door as if afraid someone would come in then reached under his bed and pulled out a magazine. The cover made Harry’s heart race, a man in black leather, a busty blonde tied up at his feet.

“Where did you get this?” Ron blushed and mumbled something about under George’s bed.

“This stuff is really dirty.” Ron whispered, his voice excited and apprehensive. Harry grabbed the book and flicked through it, the pictures pretty tame really. Various leather and rubber clad models in different poses, what made Harry’s skip was the images of the whips, paddles and restraints.

“See kinky, imagine tying someone up…the girl would have to really trust you.”

“Isn’t there some word or something?” Harry scanned the text, stories from the readers filling the page, their own experiences gracing the magazine.

“Yeah, a safe word or something like that…just in case you don’t like it.” Ron pointed to the article about non verbal indicators, used when someone is gagged or incapable of speaking, “Bloody hell…wonder what it would be like to spank someone or bite them…weird.” he laughed and the book was discarded. For Harry though, the images remained ingrained in his mind. Certain that he would want to be the one in control and knowing that the one person he truly wanted would never allow that.

End of flashback

The utterance of the safe word from Severus’ lips made Harry moan with barely contained need. Thrusting forward and slamming his shaft against Severus’ firm buttocks, the potion master whimpered.

“Incarcerous.” Harry muttered, Severus flinched as ropes bound his hands and feet together. The position placed Harry between his thighs, with Severus’ feet bound behind him and making it virtually impossible for the man to move.

“I want you.” pressing a kiss to the base of Severus’ neck, the man sighed and relaxed, his chest pushed against the smooth wood of his desk. Harry whispered a spell, the cool grain made Severus shiver as his naked skin was revealed, the feel of Harry’s unfettered cock against his bare arse dragging moans from both men.

“Mmm, your skin tastes so good,” Harry licked along Severus’ spine, his tongue lingering on every vertebrae, the saliva shining on his skin, “Could taste you all day.”

“Harry…fuck me!” swift fingers wrapped in his hair, snagging and pulling as his head was yanked up, exposing his slender neck. Harry’s breath hot on his flesh, the voice commanding and Severus groaned.

“I’m in charge…not you, I’ll fuck you when I’m ready!” a soft smack on his right arse cheek made Severus’ cock pushed against the hard side of the desk, the wood digging into the rigid shaft.

“Do I need to spank you?”

“If you think I deserve it?” Severus spoke, the hint of begging in his voice made Harry smile, his heart racing a mile a minute. Frightened to do the wrong thing, following his instincts that had served him well before, he brought his hand down harder.

SMACK!

The sting on his palm informing Harry of how hard he had hit, a vivid red handprint formed on Severus’ creamy white skin. An apology on the tip of his tongue, swallowed as Severus whimpered , need evident in the tone.

“Do you know why I’m punishing you?” Harry stunned at his own words, commanding and filled desire.

“I said things I didn’t mean…I know that you care for me.” surprised at Severus’ answer, Harry caressed the hot abused skin where his hand had left its mark, the potion master sighed with contentment.

SMACK

Severus moaned, pitifully and rutted against the side of the desk, Harry pinched the tender flesh earning a low shout of pain. Holding his breath waiting for Severus to call an end to the game, the man merely pushed back wiggling his hips and Harry’s cock brushed against his tight pucker.

“It’s a punishment, not a reward!” muttering a spell that immobilised Severus but made it so he could still speak, Harry rained several smacks on the red skin, hard and soft slaps littering the whimpering older man’s arse. Leaning forward to spit on his twitching ring of muscle, Harry rubbed the saliva around the dusky pink pucker, his index finger sliding in without resistance.

“YOU ARE MINE!” Harry bellowed, removing his finger and pushing the tip of his cock into the immobile man. Gasping at the feel of the muscle opening up to accept his dripping length, the heat grasping him as he pushed inside the moaning man. Not stopping until he bottomed out, the heat emanating from the smacked skin felt wonderful against his tight balls. Harry not moving, already dangerously close to the edge, Severus quiet except for low, keening whimpers.

“Do you want me to stop?” Harry asked, his voice strained with the effort not to plunge in and out of his lover.

“No.” Severus’ voice was shaky and trembling, Harry heard the tears in the tone and ran a finger along Severus’ back, following the path with his lips, placing tender kisses on his heated skin.

“I love you.” his voice soft and tender, Harry soothed the crying man, whispering the spell to remove the immobilisation charm. Severus arched his back, exposing his neck and turning his head to Harry, tears streaking his face.

“Kiss me…oh Harry…love you.” Severus writhed as Harry slammed their mouths together and began to thrust deep inside the undulating man. The pace fast, both of them on a knife’s edge with lust and the emotion of the moment. Gripping Severus’ hips hard and ramming forward, Severus slamming into the side of the desk. The pain of hitting his shaft adding the keening man’s ardour. Harry reached down and rubbed the bruised head of his cock, Severus ramming against the palm of his hand with the hard thrusts pushing him forward.

“Fuck, fuck…oh…” Severus’ voice husky and laden with sex, the little whimpers spilling from his pink lips spurring Harry on as he fucked him faster. The desk moving under the strain, the chair by the side hitting the side of the wood, the echo of thumps and grunts of pleasure reverberating in the room.

“Harrryyyyy!!!! Please let me come!” the begging made Harry’s heart lurch in his chest, the power washing over him with heady arousal. Stroking Severus’ cock in time with his rapid thrusts, Harry chased his release but determined for Severus to finish first.

“Yes, come for me!” Severus screamed with pleasure, spilling over Harry’s hand and spraying the side of the desk. His body convulsing with his climax tightening his muscles around Harry’s lunging shaft, the sensation pulling Harry over the edge. Grunting his release, his voice gone with the intensity as he spilled himself into his shaking lover. Severus shakily reached with his bound hands for his wand, which Harry now realised had been within his reach the entire time. Mouth dry and heart hammering at the complete trust and surrender Severus had given him. Harry kissed him as he released his restraints, the gasping black haired man pulling him into a warm embrace.

Slowly the sank to the floor, Harry’s robe a makeshift blanket beneath them. The cool air felt heavenly on their flushed and heated skin, Harry lay his head on Severus’ chest. The slowing heart rate echoing in his ears, the feel of his soft skin against his own lulled Harry to close his eyes.

Alexander paced back and forth, his agitation catching as Bellatrix watched him with annoyed eyes. Voldemort seemed to find the man’s inability to stay still amusing, his eyes filled with mirth.

“Isssssss there a problllllem?” he enquired softly, his red eyes smiling.

“They must have received the gifts by now.” Harry noted that Alexander smiled as he said gifts, furious Harry wished he could kill the bastard.

“I’mmm ssssure that you willll hear ssssomething sssssoonn,” Voldemort assured him, nodding to Bellatrix who immediately got and crossed the room to Alexander. “While you are waitinggg alllow Bella tooo dissstract you.”

The woman touched his cheek, her finger tracing the scar that decorated his face. His eyes hardened and he roughly grabbed her, pulling her mouth to his and the kiss he bestowed was violent. Voldemort laughed and clapped his hands together, lust in his eyes.

The moment interrupted by the entrance of two men, Harry did not recognise them but realised they were death eaters.

“My Lord, sorry for the disturbance.” the first said with obvious nerves, the second interjected, his voice strong and clear.

“There is someone to see you.”

“Realllyyy, pleases bring them to meee.” confusion on Bellatrix’s face mirrored by Alexander, he reached down and lifted her skirt. Her moans spilling into the room, halted as a the visitor walked in, flanked by two death eaters. Alexander pushed Bellatrix away and his eyes lit up at the sight that greeted him.

“Hello, my love… I knew you would come.” he offered with smile.
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