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Coming Home to You	By : freakenbree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 25092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Coming Home to You by Brianna West

Chapter Three

~*~

Harry had walked, in a slight daze, to his bedroom. Settling down on the bed, he continued to stare at nothing in particular. Forget that the man had just dismissed him to being a child; he was completely awestricken at his own audacity. Where had all that come from? What had he been hoping for as the disappointment began to belly within him? Harry sat in his thoughts as a soft knocking came at his door. After another soft series of knocks, he finally found the ability to walk over to the door. When he opened it, he had mind to close it right away but the man stopped him with the end of his cane.

“What the bloody hell do you want?” Harry asked as Lucius walked into the room.

“I have come to apologize for earlier,” Lucius said as he settled his hands on the butt of his cane. He was wearing surprisingly casual clothing: a light blue, soft cotton t-shirt, black dress pants that fell over black shoes. His hair was hanging loosely about him, its platinum blonde strands glinting in the light from the room as he shifted against the head of the cane. His ice blue eyes reflected genuine grief as he gave Harry a small smile. “It will not happen again. I understand that I may have been very abrupt earlier with my overzealousness. For that, I give you my humblest apologies, Mister Potter.”

Harry watched him carefully as the man bowed his head, his hair falling about him like a waterfall of silk. Harry idly thought what it might be like to touch the man’s hair, but quickly pushed the thought away. He breathed unevenly, but did his best to remain calm in face and body. It would certainly benefit to make nice with the man before him, but he was wary. What if this was only another ploy in order for the man to take advantage? Despite his inkling, he nodded his head as their eyes met. It was Sirius who taught him that often what was on the surface, was not the reality. If Severus, Dumbledore, and the Order of the Phoenix trusted the man, then it was about time he did as well.

“I guess I can forgive you this time,” Harry said slowly. “But I swear, if you do it again, I’ll make sure that everyone knows the truth about you, Malfoy.”

“That is more than reasonable,” Lucius said with a smile now exposing his beautifully white teeth. “I would very much prefer it if you called me ‘Lucius’ as we will be seeing much more of each other. I wondered if I might chat with you a while.”

“What about?” Harry was genuinely interested in why the man was so persistent in talking with him.

“Albus Dumbledore has asked that I educate you on those within the Dark Lord’s circle,” Lucius began as walked to the bed within the room and sat down. “I would like to spend the next few weeks discussing each of them to you if you deem it acceptable.”

“Dumbledore asked you to?” Harry said, raising his eyebrow in interest.

“Yes,” Lucius said as he motioned for Harry to sit beside him. However, Harry was still wary of the man, so he chose to continue to stand. However, he heard footsteps behind him and within minutes, the man he had done well up until now to avoid was standing within the doorway.

“I expressed to you the importance of notifying me when you planned to show up, Lucius!” Severus’ eyes were blackened with his rage. Harry turned back catching the glint of Lucius’ smile in response. What was going on between the two of them?

“It must have slipped my mind,” Lucius said coyly as he stood and bowed to Harry. “Mister Potter has accepted my apology for yesterday’s incident and has agreed to meet with me so that I might educate him.”

Harry didn’t miss the way that Lucius extenuated the word ‘educate’ but wasn’t given the opportunity to give it much thought because Severus was upon him, staring down at him from the long of his nose.

“Is this true, Potter?”

“Uh yeah,” Harry managed to stutter out. The man was truly intimidating when angry. Harry shifted uncomfortably, putting his hands into his pockets and drawing in a jagged breath. “He said the Headmaster asked him to, so I guess I might as well.”

Snape regarded him for what seemed like hours to Harry, and then with the curt nod of his head, turned his attention onto Lucius who was standing with the smirk ever present on his face. They watched each other, seemingly voicing a silent conversation between them with their eyes, and then, Snape turned and left the room. Harry watched the man go, feeling disappointment once more belly within him. What had he really wanted from the man?

“This should prove entertaining,” Lucius said from the side of Harry. Harry turned to the man and was once more curious as to what had transpired.

“Entertaining? You think this is a joke?” Harry pressed his arms to his chest. “What is going on between you two?”

“I hardly think that matters here,” Lucius said as he stepped forward and in front of Harry. The man’s eyes danced over Harry for a moment, as if he were searching for something, and then regarded him before he spoke again. “I shall return tomorrow evening.”

“Oh,” Harry said as the man bowed to him once more.

“Until then,” Lucius said as he drew close to Harry. “It is my hope that you stay chaste.”

Before Harry had a chance to respond, the man was gone and he was left staring at empty space where the man had once been. He was left completely perplexed to what Lucius meant by ‘chaste.’ Then it hit him; did Lucius see the two of them after he had been asked to leave? Harry suddenly felt the heat rise into his cheeks at the idea of it and went to his bed to bury his face in the pillow.

~*~

Bloody Malfoy! The man sent his skin on fire with fury. Severus stormed into his room, slamming the door behind him and rattling the end table near it. Vials shook and clattered together in the ferocity. He made a short walk to his desk and grabbed a few of the parchments he found there and threw them off it. Lucius Malfoy had once more gotten beneath his skin, and despite his every urge to strangle the man, he had walked away leaving the two alone in the room. He should have stayed, but his anger had gotten the best of him when the boy had responded so nonchalantly.

Potter was a naïve child—too ignorant to the ways of the world to be saved. His vision was white with his rage against the boy. How in the bloody hell did Potter forgive someone who had just the day before pinned him to the floor, besting his strength, and assaulted him so easily? Was the boy completely brainless? Lucius Malfoy was a disease and a nasty one at that.

Severus once more turned his rage towards the desk, slamming white knuckled fists into hard cherry wood. He had every right mind to take the boy and lock him away. Despair once more fell over him like a wave, washing through Severus and sending his face into his hands. He couldn’t control his temper; he was going bloody mad thinking about the boy who he had tried his best to continue to hate. However, every time he thought himself once more in control, he lost it with something as small as this.

The day before, Potter had offered himself in such an effortless way; Severus had almost taken him right then. The urge to devour the boy right there on the floor had been so tempting. However, he had regained his composure and taunted the boy for his inability to sway him; though, Severus had been more than swayed. He had been swayed enough to have to touch himself like a hormonal teenage boy afterwards. With time, would Potter offer himself to Lucius much as he did with him? The idea made his stomach clench impossibly tight. Lily’s son moaning beneath a Malfoy; the vision of it made his skin prickle in disgust.

Knocking once more startled his inner monologue. He let out a deep breath in his irritation as he made his way to the door, opening it to the man who now proved enemy to his thoughts. Lucius smiled at him, obviously content by the expression Severus was now showing. Lucius gave him a curt bow as he entered. Severus clenched his fists and eyed the man across from him. He did his best to remain calm as Lucius did a walk about his personal quarters.

“Since you have made it clear you do not like my dropping in unannounced Severus,” Lucius said as he settled into a chair. “I will advise you I will be calling upon Harry tomorrow evening for our first lesson.”

Severus stiffened, however remained expressionless as he made his way to his desk. He settled into the chair and feigned indifference as Lucius continued to gaze at him from across the space. “How lucky Potter is to have such a dedicated teacher.”

Lucius smiled and chuckled, “Very dedicated. I shall put my every effort into making sure he is well prepared for his future.”

Severus internally berated himself for letting his expression falter underneath the man’s extenuated words. He picked up a quill and began jotting down a few things into his journal as the other stood and walked the short distance between them. He continued to keep his eyes on the page as Lucius came round to stand next to Severus’s stiffened form.

“Harry is easily swayed, it seems, to anything that might serve in his battle with the Dark Lord,” Lucius whispered just above Severus. “It might be advantageous for me to use that.”

“Your courtship is proving more manipulation then true feeling,” Severus said as his hand paused at the man’s words. “I hardly think it would be a deep passion shared if you persuade the child.”

“I intend to tie the boy to me,” Lucius stated nonchalantly. “After I have tied him to me in body, his heart is soon to follow. He is his mother’s child after all.”

Severus cracked the quill into his hand and stood, eye to eye with Lucius. “Do not dare to assume you knew anything about Lily.”

“Oh Severus,” Lucius said his smile once more about his face. “I do not assume.”

“You will do well to remember that I have been more than accommodating. However, I will not allow you to talk fabrications of Lily,” Severus hissed. His fury was about him and even Lucius knew he had overstepped with ill talk of Lily.

“Would not dream of it,” Lucius said as he backed off his efforts. “Besides, my aim is only to get Harry into my arms, not to ruffle your feathers about Lily.”

Severus could feel his body respond despite his urgings to continue his calm. “What you do with the boy is not of my concern.”

“Poor Harry,” Lucius said as he came around the front of the desk, running his fingers against the wood. “If he knew of what you express towards him, he would not have such eyes for you.”

“Eyes for me?” Severus could not contain his curiosity at the man’s words. “How do you mean?”

“Oh nothing,” Lucius said with the fling of his hand. “Saying anything would spoil the fun.”

Severus was once more feeling his stomach clench within him. He brushed his hair from his eyes and eyed the man once more. “If you are quite done, Lucius, I have a schedule to keep.”

“Ah,” Lucius said with a chuckle. “Certainly, Severus, I will see you on the morrow.”

~*~

Harry paced the room for a few moments before he flew from it and decidedly made for the living room. He was sure that if Snape was there, the man would without a doubt be angry at Harry for having come from his room without permission, but he hadn’t a care for what the man wanted now. His head was a mess after the two older wizards’ actions over the last few days. Even more perplexing, it seemed the two men were at odds with each other, but for that he wasn’t sure of either.

What he had gathered from the last few days was that Snape was undoubtedly in love with his mother, and the idea of it made his stomach unbelievably tight with frustration. Every one of the man’s actions towards him could be explained away with a loss of reality; Harry was not his mother though his eyes were the same. Even a greater perplexity was his own reactions towards the man’s advancements. He should have been disgusted, much like he had been with Lucius, but instead he had begged for it; he had even gone as far as to offer himself to the man though he had not intentionally sought to do so initially. His own actions were the cause of his great disgust at the moment. He had humiliated himself and now, Snape was the beacon of all that was his fantasies. Never mind that he had continued to stay with the man even after it was made clear that he was nothing but something to be trifled with. Harry had even made his situation more complex by forgiving Malfoy and allowing him to visit on a regular basis.

What the bloody hell did he mean to do by allowing Lucius Malfoy to come in the evenings just because the man had claimed that Dumbledore had charged him to? Harry was no fool; though some would believe otherwise. He was aware that the man had ulterior motives—motives in which he was not clear of. It was a source of great headache as he stormed through the hallway and down into the living room. Thankfully, the room was void of anything other than its normal furniture. He sunk into the couch and eyed the wall in his frustration.

“Would Master Potter need anything of Timper?” Harry almost jumped clear from the sofa when the little creature appeared before him. Breathing unevenly, he merely shook his head and then the elf was gone in a crack. After he regained his ability to breathe normally, he stood from the sofa.

“Was it not agreed that you would remain within your room during the evenings, Potter?” The silky voice carried straight into his ears and down the course of his spine. His heart sputtered and paused within his chest as he turned in one fluid moment to capture the sight of his professor, dressed in his nightwear robe and slippers. Harry had certainly not expected that the man would have nothing underneath the robe, exposing pale flesh, marred with scaring but defined with muscle. The sight had him mesmerized for moments before he was able to speak.

“Yeah,” he said absently. “I just felt a bit claustrophobic.”

“I will forgive it this time,” Snape said as he came into the living room and favored the arm chair next to the sofa Harry stood in front of. The material of the man’s robe opened slightly and exposing more of the marred flesh beneath, leaving Harry captivated once more by the sight. He absently sat down and watched the other, his eyes straying every few seconds to the man’s bare chest. He wanted so badly to touch the skin and idly wondered if it would be baby soft like porcelain much like it looked. The reality struck him; scars often only were the result of wounds that were healed on their own. When a potion or magic was used to heal wounds, there was no scar to be had. The only scars that Harry ever had were that of ones in which he had no potion to heal. Suddenly, his eyes grew wide with shock. Had Snape been tortured? There were so many just from the small sliver of exposed flesh.

“Where did you get all those scars?” Harry hadn’t meant to ask out loud, but the words had left his mouth regardless. Snape was immediately looking at him, surprise evident on his face. Harry was relieved that anger did not soon follow because it was as if Snape was determining whether or not to answer.

“Not that it is any of your business, Potter. However, most of these are from my childhood,” Snape answered a bit too easily. Harry hadn’t expected an answer and was a bit beyond baffled when the man had responded and honestly.

“Your childhood,” Harry repeated as he tried his best not to draw conclusions.

“Yes, Potter. My father favored a whip when I did not meet his expectations and would have rather it if I did not exist in the first place,” Snape said as sneered over at him from the chair. “Unlike some, I was not treated like a precious item to be kept.”

“What the bloody hell makes you believe I was treated like a precious item?!” Harry had yelled out before he had mind to keep quiet.

“Do enlighten me Potter,” Snape said as he regarded him for a moment.

Harry felt the heat rush to his cheeks as he thought over what he had just stated. He refused to back down from the man who had made it clear he was more than an eyesore, but even more, he did not want to expose the truth behind his leaving the Dursleys. He sunk into the sofa further and turned his eyes away.

“I’d rather not talk about it with you,” Harry said stubbornly as he kept his eyes away from the man.

“Intriguing,” Snape said coolly. “You accuse me of fallacy in my judgment of you yet you find no reason to prove otherwise.”

Harry’s anger bottomed in his stomach as he turned his eyes back to his professor. He clenched his hands into fists. He refused to be bested once more by this man, and so the truth found their way out of his mouth.

“I just,” Harry started breathlessly. “Know what it’s like to be unwanted.”

Snape watched him, his face expressionless aside for a twitch at the corner of his eye. “How so Potter? I thought every witch and wizard wished to be a part of the-Boy-Who-Lived’s inner circle.”

“You don’t,” Harry said calling him out on his discrepancy. “And they were muggles so they would have preferred nothing to do with this world.”

Harry felt the small feeling of sadness when the reality of what he had experienced rushed over him. He was only as good as his proclaimed name to most. There were very few who actually considered him worthwhile. Harry was suddenly overwhelmed with missing all those he loved and that loved him in return. He wished he could have taken Sirius up on his offer; he was regretting having denied his god father. He didn’t need to explain himself to this malicious man before him.

“Pray tell,” Snape said as he continued to gaze at him calmly. “These relatives of yours, in which I was regrettably forced to meet at one time, what exactly did they do to you?”

Harry did his best to keep the surprise from his face. He had never expected Snape to want to know anything, especially something that he cared nothing about. Wouldn’t Snape be satisfied that Harry was beaten, thrown often into the cupboard, and left without food for days? He was sure that the man could care less and think it only what Harry deserved. He watched the man, and then turned his eyes away as the memory of his uncle became a little too difficult to bear.

“Nothing,” he said quietly. “Forget I said anything.”

He could feel his throat getting tight. Harry regretted having even begun the conversation, though he would have never expected it to have gotten so far. He would rather not tell the man who sought to make him miserable about the one truth that he could not bear to be told was something in which he deserved. It was enough he had to remember it and dream of it almost every day.

“What did they do,” Snape asked this time a bit more demandingly. His eyes had become darker, their pupils having dilated in his rage. What the man enraged about? He felt the hold on his throat become tighter and now a clenching took hold of his stomach. He turned his head as the tears began to burn in his eyes. He would not let Snape get the best of him.

“Please just forget it,” Harry said as he stood and ran from the room. The tears were streaming from his eyes as he headed down the hallway for his room to hide them from the man who could probably only do to make them worse. He had almost made it to his door, when his arm was grabbed roughly, and he almost fell from the force of the pull. Instead, he landed hard into the man’s chest and let out a gasp of surprise. He bit back a groan as his world spun. The chest he rested on was heaving erratically, obviously not use to the exertions of the chase.

“Potter,” Snape was able to get out as Harry did his best to pull away.

“Please,” Harry cried out as he was overwhelmed by the need to get away. “Leave me alone.”

“What did those muggles do to you?!” Snape’s voice was strained as he kept Harry to him.

“They beat me, and then they would lock me underneath the stairs for days at a time without food, okay! Satisfied? You bloody bastard!” Harry was finally able to pull away, but was left speechless when he caught sight of his professor through the haze of his own tears. The man looked defeated as he watched Harry. His rage had dissolved into that of another emotion Harry could not quite place. Harry pulled away, but the hands that had been holding his upper arms pulled him in and he was held to that hard chest once more. The steady beating of the man’s heart soothed his aching heart and body. He never imagined that being held by Snape would be so warm or comforting. He let his tears freely fall as the man’s shirt served as a towel to soak them away. For minutes, he was held, his tears slowing and cries growing faint. Snape never spoke, but he continued to hold Harry to him which was enough to convey the message. Snape knew what it had been like to be afraid of your own memories.

When Harry finally gathered himself, he pulled away. Snape was watching him, the usual indifference replaced with understanding. Harry let out a deep breath and then Snape seemed to regain himself as well.

“Do not believe that I would be so heartless to find satisfaction in your having undergone abuse, Potter.”

“Well you never really gave me reason to believe otherwise,” Harry said as he wiped away the residual tears. “You kind of made it clear you hated me, so I didn’t think you’d care either way.”

Snape did not answer, merely drew closer to Harry. Harry could feel his heart begin to race within his chest as a familiar heated feeling consumed him. Snape brought his thumb to Harry’s lips and then the man’s mouth was upon his, gently prying his open with a hot tongue and turning his insides to a boneless mess. He was pulled once more against the hard chest he had done well to try to avoid, but there it was, pressing against him and deriving the urge to run his hands all over it. Snape’s mouth was skillful, to put it lightly. The man could elicit moans without Harry having any little bit of control over them. He was pushed backwards, his entire backside pressed against the hard wood door. Hands ran beneath the material of his shirt and pushed it upwards. The cold air breathed against his hot skin before the hands made hot work of the flesh they found.

Harry pulled his mouth away and let out a gasp as the man’s hands tweaked perk nipples. Merlin, it felt like heaven underneath the man’s touch. Snape’s mouth reattached to his neck, sending delicious shivers to run down and head straight to his growing erection. His knees threatened to give way, but Snape’s clasped just around the backs of his thighs and drew him up. Their hot, straining arousals pressed into each other and this time, it was Snape who was letting out an approving groan. A sharp pang of pleasure surged from the contact. Harry vaguely remembered how it all started, but they were soon, bare erections pressing against each other, sliding in fervor.

Harry let out a moan as he drew close to his orgasm, gasping as he rode the edge of it. He never remembered touching himself to feel anything close to how this felt. Snape’s mouth devoured his once more and he was again left breathless as a tsunami of pleasure crashed over him. He pressed his head back, arching his back against the current of bliss that washed through him. His eyes shut tightly, and he barely felt as Snape stiffened against him and subdued to his orgasm. He was spelled clean and set down, though his legs could not hold him up which led to him holding tightly to Snape’s robe to keep himself upright.

Snape drew away, and Harry watched the man through his post-orgasmic haze as the other slowly began to let the reality of what transpired hit him. Snape drew away from Harry who stumbled forward when his legs gave out.

“Lily,” the man managed to say as he drew away completely and then was gone, down the hall, and then into his room without a second in between. Harry slid to the floor, his pants still below his dejected post-arousal. He let his head rest back against the door as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. How the hell could the man bring up his mother’s name right after doing that to him?!

~*~

Severus was again in his room, having the usual monologue after he let his emotions get the better of him. Except this time, he had taken advantage of Potter in his state of distress. He had not only taken advantage, but he had enjoyed every second of the moaning, pleading, and crying Potter in his arms. He had tasted the Golden Child and his body wanted more. He wanted to press the boy into the floor on his hands and knees and tear into him, laying claim to every part so that no one could deny the boy was his.

Lily’s face had appeared when he viewed the conclusion of his taking Potter right in the hallway. How could he defile the woman he loved, Lily’s son? After all the years he had loved her, worshipped the ground she walked on, and refused to give up on her despite her marriage and love for James Sodding Potter, he now had taken advantage of her one child—male child. Potter had been so ripe for the taking. He had responded to every touch, every kiss that Severus laid on him. Potter had moaned and responded whenever he thrust their hot flesh into each other. He wondered what the boy would taste of; the boy’s mouth and lips were unimaginable delectable. His skin was baby soft and sensitive to every stroke. The entirety of the boy was sinful.

Severus groaned as he felt himself responding once more. He would not last. The boy walked a thin line each time they were alone together. If Potter wasn’t so bloody wanton, he would not have to fight back the urge so unsuccessfully. What was more, the boy was positively eager for the contact. No longer did Potter push him away; it was the opposite in fact, Potter was greedily taking every touch and kiss and doubling the ferocity in which it had been given.

“Merlin,” Severus said as he pressed a hand to the desk to keep him upright. His body was already completely reactive to the images of the boy against him, writhing and moaning. It was exactly how he imagined the boy would be. Severus pressed his hand to himself as his flesh responded with a hot course of renewed arousal through him. It was going to be an exceedingly long night.

~*~

When Harry awoke the next morning, he quickly showered and readied himself. He was in the living room at half past seven, his heart thrumming in his chest. He nervously clasped his hands together, rubbing and then twisting them due to sweaty palms. Snape was on time, holding the usual amount of ingredients in his arms. He sat down, avoiding Harry’s eyes as he did so. Harry licked his dry lips, and Snape paused as he caught sight of Harry. The man was watching him which had his body on alert. However, Snape retained his calm and merely set all the items in which they needed for their brewing atop the table.

“We will be brewing the second deception potion today,” Snape begun as he looked over his notes.

“We need to talk.” Harry said cutting through the man’s speech.

“I see no reason as to why,” Snape said keeping his eyes away from Harry.

“No reason?” Harry said trying to keep his anger at bay. “Are you bloody joking?”

“Potter, the time in which I am educating you on the potions in which you will need for your next few months with the Order is not a time for personal inquiries.”

“You are so contradicting!” Harry said as he stood from the sofa. “You demand answers you ask of me, but then when it comes to me asking anything of you, you are totally obtuse to the idea.”

“Do not suppose for a moment that I want to know anything about you, Potter. You are merely a guest in my house,” Snape said as he too stood, towering over Harry.

“I have right mind to just go stay with Malfoy,” Harry said in his anger. “At least he can be civil!”

“Be my guest, Potter,” Snape said returning the anger. “I would be glad to have my personal space back and free from sniveling children.”

Harry fisted his hands and stiffened. “I will just ask him if he has a room for one sniveling child at his manor then, you bloody git!”

Harry stormed from the room and locked himself away in his room. He flung himself to the bed and pressed his face into the pillow.

~*~

Later that evening, a soft knocking came at his door. Harry stood his senses on alert. If it was Snape, he would just shut the door in the man’s face. He walked the short distance to the door and opened it. Lucius Malfoy smiled at him and bowed.

“Good evening, Mister Potter,” Lucius strolled in when Harry opened the door fully to allow the man entrance. “I see you have been once more hiding away in your bedroom.”

“Yeah,” Harry said grinning sheepishly. “Professor Snape doesn’t like me being out of it when we’re not doing out lessons.”

“Well I have plenty of rooms at my manor,” Lucius began as if he had heard their earlier argument. “You would be free to roam the house at your leisure.”

“Tempting,” Harry said with a laugh. “Sure would beat being locked in this room all day.”

“Then why not stay with me,” Lucius said as he came to stand in front of Harry. “I assure you that the Dark Lord does not know of this particular estate.”

Harry felt the heat of the man’s stare. Then he thought back on earlier and how Snape had acted as if yesterday was nothing to be worried over or even worth discussing. Snape had whispered his mother’s name after he ravished him and once more reminded Harry it was she in which the man was in love with. Harry’s anger was once more renewed at the thought of how intimately ‘Lily’ was said. If he were to get away, would he go back to being simply Harry? No more of these frustrating and confusing feelings?

“When can I go?” Harry said as he gave a look to his back, half expecting to see Snape there. However, the man was nowhere in sight. Disappointment resurfaced, but he did his best to push it down.

“We will leave immediately,” Lucius said with a rather large grin.

To be continued…
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