Eve of Armageddon | By : megabsupreme Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1204 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Harry Potter paced back and forth in the Gryffindor common room. He had finally made up his mind to do it. Tomorrow could be his last day of life. Why should he be denied this one indulgence? She was gorgeous, and he wanted her. She looked so like one of the Bulgarian Veelas. It didn’t matter that she was an older woman. He’d wanted her since the first day he’d laid eyes on her over three years before. And now she was there, at Hogwarts again. He would have her. After all he’d suffered, he deserved this. And he would likely never have another chance, even if he did live.
He returned to the dormitory and took out his father’s cloak and the Marauders’ Map. He left through the door behind the painting of the Fat Lady and headed down the corridor. After he was sure there were no witnesses, he put on the cloak. He looked at the map under the cloak and made his way to the dungeons.
He saw her name on the map. It was in the same room as ‘Severus Snape’. Snape. Great. That’s all he needed. ‘Oh well, Harry. No turning back now.’ He continued to tiptoe to the Slytherin dungeons. He made his way down to the bedchamber where she was talking to the Potions Master. Harry was able to listen to their conversation outside the room, and he could see them through the cracked door.
“Severus, please!”
“I said no, Narcissa. Lucius asked me to keep you here for your protection. He said nothing about bedding his wife.” Harry sneered at the typical arrogance of Snape’s tone.
“But . . .”
“No buts, Mrs. Malfoy.”
“Now you’re just being mean. There’s no reason to start addressing me as such.”
“I do not see why not. It is your name.”
She frowned. “Names can change!”
He narrowed his eyes at her uncharacteristic outburst. “Indeed? Well, perhaps you should share this information with your husband. Or, maybe . . . I should . . . .”
Her eyes grew wide and haunted. “No! Please! He beats me!”
“That is none of my concern.”
She gaped at him. “None of your . . . he beats me, Severus! Almost as often as the house-elves! He implored you to protect me, but he is the one from whom I need protection! You say you will not touch me because you are a man of honor, yes?”
He sighed in annoyance. “Correct.”
“Then do the honorable thing.”
He quirked one dark brow at her. “The honorable thing is to sleep with you to make Lucius jealous?”
She could see her argument falling apart. “I . . . I need you Severus. I’ve always wanted you!”
He snorted. “Yes. That was evident in our years as Slytherin students when you barely glanced my way.”
She smiled seductively. “Well, maybe I didn’t see it then, but you’ve certainly grown into a formidable man. Intriguing . . . appealing.” She walked over to him and ran her hands up his chest. He frowned and grabbed her hands, moving her away from him.
“I am already . . . involved. You know that, don’t you little spy?”
She flushed and then frowned back at him hostilely. “I do not see how you could prefer to warm your bed with a filthy little Muggle-born witch when I am right here offering myself freely!”
Snape stared at her with the same cold, icy glare that had sent many a first year student into fits of trembling. “Do not speak again to me of whom I choose to bed or I will tell Lucius all that transpired here tonight!” She sat heavily on the bed and stared at him with sad, doe-like eyes. “That does not work with me, Narcissa. Now I have a meeting to go to. You have delayed me long enough.”
He walked toward the door, and Harry moved to get out of his way. As the heavy door began to swing closed, Harry quickly slipped inside. ‘So, she wants to cheat on Draco’s dad, and Snape is sleeping with a Muggle-born witch. I wonder who?’ Harry smirked and shook his head. ‘Come on, Harry. Focus. You didn’t come here for dirt on Snape. You came here for Narcissa Malfoy. And she wants to cheat on that bastard Lucius. Well, nothing would give me more pleasure than to help her to her goal.’
Harry slowly tipped over to his enemy’s mum and ran a hesitant finger over her arm through the Invisibility Cloak.
She jumped and got to her feet, wand in hand. “Who’s there? What do you want?”
Harry moved out of her way and stood very still as not to let her know where he was.
She finally decided that it was just her imagination. She went to undress so that she could change her clothes for bed. Harry watched her strip, her pale body illuminated in the moonlight that filtered through the window near the ceiling. He could feel himself hardening at the sight of her nakedness. She grabbed her nightshirt from the storage chest and raised it to pull over her head.
Harry moved silently behind her again. She struggled to pull the shirt over her head, and he slipped his cloaked hands over her breasts. She shrieked and ran away from him. “There is someone here! Show yourself!” Harry did not show himself, but he slipped behind her again and passed a hand along her buttocks.
She jumped and ran to her wand. He beat her to it and hid it under his cloak. She looked around the room in fear, trying to find some sign of the intruder, but she found none. Suddenly, her face broke out in a smile. “Severus! Is that you?”
Harry’s jaw dropped. She thought he was Snape?!? Oh well, he would make it work to his advantage. Without a word, he walked up behind her and slid his hands along her breasts again.
“Mmmm! I knew you couldn’t resist me, Severus,” she whispered. “And the Invisibility Cloak is a stroke of pure genius!” Harry decided to give her a different kind of ‘stroke’ as he stroked her nipples to erect peaks. She moaned and ground her backside against his aching erection. “Oh my, Professor Snape. You are ready for me, aren’t you? Then don’t wait. Take me, Severus! Tonight, I am yours.”
Harry still felt it was very weird to have her calling him Snape, but hell! As long as he got what he wanted, who cared? An orgasm by any other name would feel as good!
Harry took her over to the bed and laid her down. He stood back from her and used his wand, whispering a spell that caused the sheets to wind around her wrists, binding them to the bedposts. He then covered up her body save for her head with the cloak. She looked down as he covered her. She could not see anything below her neck, but she could feel everything Harry did to her. He explored her body slowly, kissing and licking. She sighed and closed her eyes as he orally worshiped her flesh. He kissed her neck and shoulders, working his way down toward her breasts. He kissed and licked around the perimeter of each breast, until she was writhing in anticipation. Finally, he made as if to kiss his way over to her nipple, but instead he went back the other way and kissed and licked his way over to the sensitive skin under her arm. She shivered and exhaled deeply as he caused her to feel both ticklish and titillated as he teased her axilla. “Severus! You torture me! And I love it!” She struggled against her magical bonds, but they would not even loosen a bit.
Harry finally worked his way over to her nipples. He laved them thoroughly until they were soaking wet. He caressed her body down to her nether regions, which he found to be even wetter. She cried out hoarsely as he teased her bud of pleasure. He dipped first one, then two fingers into her heat. ‘Oh God! If only I could tell her it was me!’
Narcissa’s mind was reeling. She had not made love to any other man but Lucius, and that could hardly be called making love. She knew that her husband only slept with her to get Draco and then out of boredom or horny desperation. His true love was her twin brother, Narcissus. Being that he preferred buggery to shagging a woman, Lucius never wanted to look at her and made her face away from him and not make a sound, as he did not want to hear her feminine vocalization. Not that it was ever anything to scream about anyway. Usually, she forced the house-elves to pleasure her. Their nimble little fingers had brought her to many a climax.
But this, this was so much more. Severus Snape was a love god. She was immensely aroused by the mystery of it all. Being denied the ability to use her hands or see what he was doing was amazing. He had taken power, but not the way that Lucius did. She felt safe. She knew he would not hurt her, and that increased her desire for him even more.
Harry clumsily stripped himself of his clothes under the cloak, being careful not to reveal any part of himself to her. He lay back on top of her, suckling her nipples again. She clenched her teeth and jutted her pelvis up at him, pleading for him to plunge inside her.
Harry decided that there was no need to wait any longer. He positioned himself above her and forced her legs apart. “Oh, Severus! Put it inside me! Fuck me!’ Harry pumped his throbbing cock a few times then placed it at the ingress of her core. He pushed with gentle pressure, as her tight opening put up some resistance. Clearly, no one had shagged Narcissa for a long time. He pushed a bit harder and finally felt her give way as the circumcised head of his cock slipped inside her.
“Ohhhh.” He couldn’t keep back the moan as he sheathed himself in her warmth. She didn’t seem to care, but then why should she? He was a man of eighteen years and his voice was now nearly as deep as Snape’s, and it was even deeper now that he was so aroused. He slid his manhood in up to the hilt and then stayed still to allow her to adjust to his size.
“Oooo, Severus,” she moaned. “So . . . big.” She took several shaky breaths as she tried to relax her vaginal muscles. Once Harry felt that she was relaxed enough, he slowly started to move within her.
She gripped the bedposts and planted her feet so she could thrust up on his length. Harry was going insane as she flexed her inner muscles on every withdrawal. It felt as if she was stroking him, like a warm, velvety hand. He moaned brokenly as he pumped in and out of Narcissa. She panted, her light blue eyes wide and shining as her body tingled in ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She shut them tight and clenched her teeth.
“Harder, Severus! Harder!” she hissed.
Harry drove into her faster and harder, until she was loudly crying out Snape’s name. He could feel her tightening erratically around him as she gave one final cry of, “YES, SEVERUS! OH YES! OH YES! OH YEEEESSSSS!”
And then her body went limp. Harry felt his own climax approaching and he gripped her ass with both hands so he could slam down into her with more powerful thrusts. As he did so, he did not realize that he dropped the Marauders’ Map. He groaned deep in his throat as he filled her with his essence.
Harry collapsed on top of Narcissa, his head cradled against her breast. He suddenly felt an odd tinge of guilt. This woman had gone to school with his mother. His head rested at her bosom as it most likely had rested at Lily Potter’s.
These disturbing thoughts propelled Harry to his feet to depart in a hurry. He hastily put on his clothes under the cloak and then went to the door. He whispered the counter spell that released Narcissa’s hands and then departed.
She lay in sated bliss, panting and grinning for a few seconds then she felt that she could move again, so she rolled over and started to pull the blanket up over herself when she noticed a piece of paper on the bed. She picked it up and looked at it. It was a map of Hogwarts, but it showed people’s names. She saw her own name in the very room in which she actually was. “It tells everyone’s location!” she exclaimed.
And that’s when Narcissa Bathory-Malfoy received a rather rude awakening. The name that was making a hasty retreat from her chambers was not ‘Severus Snape’, but ‘Harry Potter’. She thought about the Invisibility Cloak and the binding of her hands and realized that it was all to keep her from knowing who he was.
“My word. Perhaps I should have tried to bed young James when I had the chance!” she pondered with a wicked smirk. “Young Mr. Potter. So many hidden talents.” Out of curiosity, she looked for Severus. She saw that he was in Dumbledore’s office with Minerva McGonagall, several wizards Narcissa knew to be Aurors and all the Weasleys but Percy, who Lucius told her was helping to defend the Ministry, and Ginny, whom she could see was in the girls' dormitory in Gryffindor tower.
So Severus was a double agent. Not even Voldemort knew that. She smiled. “Maybe this war will bring an end to my insufferable marriage yet!”
END OF PART 2
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