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Nights of Gethsemane	By : starcrossedkayla Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 53273 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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[[Hi! Sorry this has taken so long to get out. I was waiting for HPfandom to come back so I can post them both at once but it looks like that website will be down for some time.

Lioncourt - here ya go

Lilith, Caldonya - Thanks a lot!

cravedom - Frankenstein is an excellent novel which I heartedly recommend, especially a version with a lot of commentary [or whatever they call it]. Docking occurs when two males press the heads of their pensis together and one male slides his foreskin over the erect penis of the other man, so that either the heads are pressed together or they are side by side. You can find videos of it where they have sex together inside the foreskin of the one man.

Charlotte - I'm glad you are enjoying it. I edit them more before posting them here. I'll be posting another one there before the end of the week.

Rosei - Yeah, they really are, even though Harry's not fully acknowledging it yet. He's still caught up in his heterosexual identity. But that's okay for him right now. You know Harry can't go for long without thinking of blowjobs of some sort.]]

Malfoy stood on the dais beside Bellatrix, Mulciber, and Voldemort. Harry followed Snape in and bowed low before them, as Snape took his place on the dais.

Malfoy released the chain binding Harry�s wrists. Harry kept his head to the floor, not daring to look up at the Death Eater. He remembered what Snape had told him about bending like a tree in the wind. He could do this. He could play the slave for Malfoy.

�Obscuro!� A blindfold covered Harry�s eyes, cutting off his vision. Unlike the cloth blindfold Snape used, Harry could not pull this one off and he knew that only Malfoy or another wizard would be able to remove it.

�Mobilicorpus!� Harry was lifted up above the ground. He allowed himself to be manoeuvred, wondering what sort of torture Malfoy was planning.

�Vitresolum!� Harry did not recognize the spell. When his body fell the short drop to the floor, he found that the hard tiles of the floor had been covered with what felt like broken glass. Harry hissed in pain and tried to position himself so that the glass dug into as few body parts as possible.

�The entire floor has not been transformed. Crawl and you will find smooth tiles,� Malfoy informed Harry in a cruel voice.

Harry hesitantly felt around himself, trying not to cut his fingers or toes on the glass. He couldn�t feel anything but jagged edges around him. He had the feeling the glass stretched out for metres so he remained stationary, trying to ignore the pain.

�I don�t think you understood me,� Malfoy�s voice rang out. �That was a command, not a suggestion. Mastigio!�

A heavy line of pain seared across Harry�s back as if he had been whipped. He knew Malfoy would whip him again if he did not move, so he began to crawl across the glass to where he thought Malfoy stood. The Death Eater wouldn�t have transformed the ground beneath him. Harry wanted to protect his hands, so he crawled on his arms. The glass carved up his skin and the pain was excruciating. He tried to put it from his mind, but every time he lowered his arms or legs to the floor, the sharp pain reminded him of where he was and what he was doing.

The Death Eaters laughed at him and Harry had the feeling that the glass was following him as the jagged floor seemed to stretch forever. When he finally reached Malfoy, the Death Eater kicked Harry in the chest, knocking him back. He tensed up, expecting to fall onto glass but only cool tiles slammed against his skin.

�You�re getting blood everywhere.� Malfoy sneered, and Harry felt cold water spray over him.

He curled himself into a ball, trying to keep himself warm. The icy water did not flow away from him but started to rise as if he were sitting in a bathtub. He started to uncurl himself and immediately struck his limbs against some sort of barrier. The water was rising higher and he quickly felt around himself and discovered that he was trapped in a box. He pushed hard on the unmoving lid, panic rising in his chest as the water reached the back of his head. What if they couldn�t see inside and he drowned before they realised? He kicked and beat his hands against the walls as best he could while the water rose and rose. He took one last breath and flailed wildly. His lungs burned and he thought he was surely going to die. Then, the box disappeared and the water flowed away.

Harry wheezed for breath on the floor, delighted that he was able to breathe again. Spiky ropes suddenly wrapped around his limbs, uncurling him and spreading him until he was bound face up on the floor.

�Verospiro!� Harry recognised the spell and held himself still as his lungs refused to work. He knew Malfoy expected him to writhe and cut himself against the pointed ropes.

Malfoy released the spell shortly. �Frigiardium!�

Harry felt as though he had been suddenly plunged outside in the snow. His teeth chattered and his limbs shook violently.

�Do you wish to be warm?� Malfoy asked in a cruel tone.

�Yes� � Harry managed to grind out.

�Beg me.�

�Pl � ease�. Please! St-op the c-c-c-old.�

�I asked you to beg me to be warm.� Malfoy�s boot pressed heavily onto Harry�s chest.

�Please! Mm-mmake � me� w-warm.�

�Infervesco!�

Pain, burning pain filled him as flames seemed to shoot across his skin. Sadistically, the cold had not left him and he was freezing cold even as his skin seemed to burn away from the heat. He screamed and writhed, not caring about the spikes in the ropes anymore. Just when it was too much, when he felt like he was going to pass out from the pain, Malfoy released him from the fire and ice.

Harry sobbed and panted. Voldemort entered his mind just then and it wasn�t difficult for Harry to thrust his pain at him, letting his mind only focus on how much he hurt.

Voldemort left Harry�s mind as Malfoy chanted, �Finite Incantatem!�

The blindfold was removed and the ropes disappeared. Harry kept his eyes squeezed tightly shut and prayed the Death Eater was finished.

�You need to thank me for being merciful to you,� Malfoy ordered him.

That was merciful? "Th-thank you, sir."

�Kiss my boot.� Harry could hear the sneer in his voice.

Harry pushed himself onto his torn hands and knees and made his way across the floor to Malfoy. It hurt like hell and he wanted to curl up in a ball and drift off in a haze of pain, but he forced himself across the floor. The sooner he finished this, the sooner he�d be returned to his cell.

He touched his lips to the toe of Malfoy�s boot, holding them there for a respectable amount of time, before he shifted back and pressed his head to the floor in what he hoped was a gesture submissive enough to pacify the sadistic Death Eater.

Bellatrix cackled and clapped her hands. �He knows his place with you, Lucius. Severus should take lessons.�

�I do not need instruction in how to make him obey me,� Snape coolly retorted. �Slave, come here.�

The dais was far, but Harry was determined to play his part. He pushed his pain to the side and forced his tormented body to make the journey across the floor. Snape would heal him later. His wounds smeared blood and he began to grow faint. With the last of his strength, he pulled himself onto the dais and crawled to the Potions master.

Snape stuck his foot out from under his robes and Harry did not need to be prompted. He bent forward and pressed his lips against the leather, keeping them there longer than he had for Malfoy. Snape did not ask for anything more and Harry returned to the gesture of complete submission. He did not want Lucius as a prison guard. If he had to pretend to be Snape�s bitch to keep the Potions master in Voldemort�s good graces, then he would.

He rested and half-listened to their conversation. Bellatrix was talking about parading him out in public to show the wizarding world what a pathetic joke their supposed saviour had become. Harry hoped that they would. If he was taken out of here, there was a possibility of escape. The way the Death Eaters were talking about him was as if he really had become the pathetic creature he was pretending to be. That gave him hope. If they were already underestimating his strength and determination, they�d fall like cards before him.

�Return him, Severus.� Voldemort finally commanded.

�Yes, my Lord.� Snape conjured a collar around Harry�s neck. A leash led to Snape�s hand and he tugged on it lightly to demonstrate that he wanted Harry to follow him. Harry carefully crawled after him. His body protested strongly against the rough treatment, but he forced himself to crawl the entire way, even though his limbs were shaking and he felt as though he were about to pass out any second.

As soon as the door to the throne room closed behind them, Snape removed his outer robes. �Stand.� His voice was as cold as it had been in the throne room, but Harry did so, knowing Snape wouldn�t hurt him anymore this evening. Snape wrapped his cloak around Harry and then picked him up.

�You�re a lot � stronger than you look,� Harry informed him as Snape carried him down to his cell.

�I�m a wizard,� Snape reminded him and carefully laid Harry face up on the bed, sliding his robe out from under him. He pressed the healing potion against Harry�s lips and the young wizard drank gratefully.

�I�ll keep you in his favour,� he promised Snape as soon as he finished, watching as Snape used Scourgify to clean Harry�s blood off his robe before redressing.

�You did well tonight,� Snape complimented him without meeting his eyes. �I will return once I am sure they have left.� He strode back out through the bars and disappeared into the library.

Harry examined his shredded arms. He was proud of himself. He had convinced the Death Eaters he was cowed a week after beating the crap out of one of them. If they took him out of this place and brought him somewhere to put on display, he�d be able to escape. They�d never suspect that he had the willpower.

Snape returned well after the painkiller had kicked in.

�I hate it when they hurt my hands,� Harry showed his torn palms to Snape. The Potions master approached the bed, carrying his after-torture kit.

�You should not do that too often, or they will realise what you are doing.� Snape began rubbing a lotion into the wounds on Harry�s hands. �I won�t let them damage your hands more than I can quickly repair. I will just remind the Dark Lord that he may need to possess your body soon.�

Harry shuddered. �Will they let me out? I want them to take me out to put me on display.�

�I think they will simply take pictures of you instead.� Snape�s hands worked their way up Harry�s arms.

�Oh,� Harry frowned. He hated thinking about the sort of pictures they would take of him. They wouldn�t take a picture of him being fucked by Snape, would they?

Snape seemed to read his mind. �I will not perform on film. The photos will probably be of you bowing to the Dark Lord or being accepted as a Death Eater-�

�I thought you said he wouldn�t give me the Dark Mark!�

�He won�t really make you a Death Eater,� Snape explained as he bandaged Harry�s arms. �He will either try to convince the public that you have joined him, or are completely controlled by him. He would never truly accept you as a Death Eater, but if he thought you could play the part convincingly, he might have you pretend to become one to discourage your supporters.�

�I don�t want to do that. I�d rather pretend to be his slave,� Harry told him.

�I assumed so,� Snape finished bandaging Harry�s arms. �Try bending at your wrists and elbows.�

Harry did so and was delighted to find that the bandages were very flexible. Snape began to work on his legs.

�I should be able to do a full training session like this.�

�We shall see how well you are healed by tomorrow,� said Snape cautiously.

�You know, that thing that I was going to tell you before Malfoy showed up�.�

�Next time, make sure that it is I before you speak,� Snape ordered sharply.

�I know, I know, you don�t have to tell me twice,� Harry assured him. �Anyway, that task that Dumbledore gave to me � I have to finish it before Voldemort is destroyed or else everything will be for nothing.�

Snape�s fingers did not pause in their task, but Harry could tell he was listening.

He took a breath and continued. �Voldemort split his soul up into different parts. Seven of them to be exact, with one remaining in his body.�

�Horcruxes,� Snape�s fingers stilled. �It explains why he didn�t die the first time. How many have you destroyed already?�

�The diary, a ring, and a locket,� Harry told him. �I don�t know what the other three are, although Dumbledore suspected Nagini might be one. Another one might be this cup that belonged to Helga Hufflepuff. I have no idea about the third, other than it probably belonged to Ravenclaw or possibly Godric Gryffindor. Where is Nagini anyway?�

�The Dark Lord did not want you around her, which suggests to me that she is probably a Horcrux. Now that you appear to have been cowed, he might bring her with him when he next returns.� Snape finished bandaging Harry�s legs. �Bend your knees.�

�Everything works,� Harry told him. �So what did Ron and Hermione do that made Voldemort torture me?�

�They broke into Bellatrix�s vault and took an item -- the cup belonging to Helga Hufflepuff, I believe,� Snape informed him.

�Oh wow, I hope they destroyed it!�

�Based on the Dark Lord�s reaction, I assume that they did.� Snape stepped away from Harry and washed his hands in the sink. �Rest now. As soon as you are able, we will resume training.�

�Okay.� Harry pulled the sheets over himself.

Snape gathered his belongings and left. Harry closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep. Ron and Hermione were probably searching for the last two Horcruxes right now. Would Voldemort keep his final Horcruxes close to him to prevent Ron and Hermione from finding them? If he did, then Harry and Snape would just have to destroy them. Feeling confident in his ability to come through this victoriously, Harry fell asleep.

~

Harry dreamed about living with Snape and Ginny again. They had to hide Snape because the Ministry said that all former Death Eaters had to go to Azkaban. When Harry tried to convince them that Snape was really a good guy, Rita Skeeter said, �Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater,� and everyone agreed with her.

�I don�t know why they don�t believe me,� Harry complained to Snape as the Potions master brewed poisons in his lab. He had arrived there after a long day at work.

�They see what they want to see,� answered Snape as he poured a brightly glowing purple liquid into his cauldron. �Did you get the Box Jellyfish tentacles?�

�Yep!� Harry pulled out a long, thick box from his travelling cloak and handed it to Snape. �Had it flown all the way from Australia last night.�

�Good. Let�s eat.� They took the lift up to the dinning room where Ginny was waiting.

�What took you two so long?� Ginny chided them. �Your dinner is growing cold.�

�Sorry,� Harry quickly responded, sharing a sheepish glance with Snape.

Suddenly, dinner was over and they were in the library, with Harry and Ginny curled up together on the couch while Snape read by the fire. Harry was stroking Ginny�s breasts, and she moaned softly in his ear, thrusting against him lightly.

�If you dirty my couch you are buying a new one,� Snape warned them.

�I�ll lick it all up,� Ginny promised and bent down to take Harry in her mouth.

The library door opened and Harry woke from his dream.

�How do you feel?� Snape stepped into the cell and spelled food on the table.

'Better before you arrived,' Harry almost said. �Fine.� He tried moved to climb into his chair, but his limbs didn�t work correctly and he nearly fell to the floor. Snape stepped over and wrapped his arms around Harry�s upper chest, helping him over to his chair.

�What�s wrong with me? I could move everything last night.�

�Malfoy�s spell probably damaged the subcutaneous layer of your skin,� Snape explained. �I�ve made some potions to help you recover, but you should concentrate on aiming instead of dodging today.�

�Are you serious?� Harry frowned at him around his toast. �I really wanted to train today.�

�I know and you still will. Aiming is just as important as dodging.�

Harry wasn�t sure he agreed but he knew arguing wouldn�t make him heal faster, so he focused on eating his breakfast. Snape helped him to the sink when he was finished.

�Maybe you should convince them to torture me in longer sessions so that I could spend a day or two recovering and then be able to train for a week without interruption,� Harry suggested.

�You know that would never work. They would hurt you every night if they could get away with it,� Snape reminded him. He stepped close against Harry, his robes pressing into Harry�s back. He put his fingers under Harry�s chin, tilting the younger wizard�s head back while he touched his wand to the right side of Harry�s jaw. Harry was about to ask him what he was doing, when the tingling sensation of a spell worked its way across his jaw and upper neck.

�You shaved me.� Harry guessed, touching his now-clean jaw. �I was wondering why I wasn�t growing facial hair. They don�t want me near a razor, do they?�

�Nor scissors,� Snape confirmed. �I will need to cut your hair soon.�

�No wonder it looked so horrible,� Harry teased.

�Nothing could make that mess look appeasing.� Snape stepped away and cleared the table. He placed three vials on the edge.

Harry quaffed them, making faces of disgust after each one. �Can�t you make potions that taste good?�

�And dilute their efficacy?� Snape frowned at him disapprovingly.

�I should�ve guessed.� Harry quickly drank the milk Snape summoned for him.

�Do you think you will be able to walk up to the throne room?� Snape asked him.

�I will crawl up to the throne room if I have to,� said Harry with determination.

�Then come with me.� Snape offered an arm and Harry wrapped his own around it, leaning heavily against him as they made their way up to the throne room.

Harry rested in the centre once they had reached their destination. Snape handed him the laser pointer and stepped away to set up the exercise.

�Engorgio!� Snape enlarged several of the balls and sent them to various points along the walls. They began to race around the room while Harry sat in the centre and picked them off one by one. He found that he was much better at destroying them if he began targeting them as soon as they entered his line of vision and shot at them once they were in the centre. He swore he saw better out of the corner of his eyes but aimed better at objects that were between them.

Finally, he took out the last fake Death Eater and aimed the laser at Snape. �Gotcha.�

�That will do for now.� Snape conjured a ring and chained Harry to the floor.

Harry examined the ring while Snape was out of the room. Ever since Snape had confirmed there was a way for Harry to break through his chains without magic, he was dying to figure out how to do it. He wished Snape trusted him enough to teach it to him now. He had been quite temperamental before, but he thought he had improved a lot since his confinement and could now be trusted to not let his anger run away with him. Shouldn�t he learn it in case Snape was taken away from him again? He�d rather go out fighting than try to commit suicide. He felt around the base of the ring which appeared to have grown straight out of the marble but couldn�t find the seam.

Snape stepped back in the room, and Harry pretended to be stretching out his bandaged limbs.

�When will you change the bandages?� he asked Snape as he accepted his lunch.

�I will remove the wrappings and examine the wounds before your bath. I expect you to be mostly healed since your external injuries were mostly superficial. I will give you more potions to deal with the residual effects of the other spells he cast on you.�

�Did you develop special potions to heal damage from those spells too?�

�Yes,� Snape confirmed, watching Harry eat his sandwich. �As I said earlier, despite the fact that the development of new spells is not a very difficult process, not many wizards embark on it simply due to ignorance. I developed a list of the spells they are mostly likely to perform on you, hypothesized the most probable explanation for function, and created targeted potions for each effect.�

Harry stared at him. �In other words, you guessed what each spell does and then made up potions based on what you think is happening even though you don�t actually know what�s really going on, or even that what you are giving me will fix it?�

Snape looked at him for a moment and then lifted his tea cup to drink. ��yes.�

�I hope you are good at guessing then. Voldemort is going to murder you if you accidentally kill me while trying to turn my skin colour back to normal or something.�

�I have not given you anything of which I am not highly confident, with the exception of the Muggle drug, which I was forced to procure on short notice. However, it does not appear to have any lingering side effects,� Snape assured him.

�Wait a minute,� Harry stared up at him. �You gave me a drug you hadn�t tested out before? You could�ve killed me!�

�I had no choice,� Snape insisted stiffly. �The wizarding world had no equivalent, and it was highly unlikely that the drug would have killed you, as countless Muggles have taken it without dying. While it is true that I have not researched it as extensively as most of the other potions I have fed you, the individual I obtained the drug from assured me there were no long term ill effects as long as proper precautions were taken and the dosages were spaced out. I have also since developed my own potion which replicates its effects. As you seem to be perfectly fine, you have nothing to worry about.�

�If you say so,� Harry answered doubtfully. They finished off their meals and Snape handed him the blindfold.

�You will practise identifying spells by sound and feel,� Snape informed him as he set up the room. �While it is unlikely the Death Eaters will cast anything at you that it would be advantageous to step in front of in lieu of more dire alternatives, I feel it could prove to be quite useful for you to know what is headed at your back.�

�Sounds good to me,� agreed Harry as he tied the blindfold around his head.

Snape began the exercise shortly. Harry kept himself as frozen as a statue as he called out the names of the spells. The Avada Kedavra shot past him a little too close for comfort.

�You could�ve killed me!� he gasped when he recovered his voice.

�I assure you, Potter, when I kill you, you will know,� Snape�s voice filled the room.

�You�re a Slytherin. You�ll strangle me in my sleep!� Harry charged, although he did not attempt to remove the blindfold.

�Now where is the satisfaction in that?� Snape rejoined as he cast again.

�Incendio,� Harry immediately answered. �Strangle me while I am awake then?�

�No, that was two months ago. Now I intend to drown you. It is theorised that it is far more painful to drown in salt water than fresh water, but there is a considerable dearth of human experimentation on this exigent subject matter. You can be assured that your death will not be in vain.� Another spell raced towards Harry.

�Diffindo?� he guessed. Snape wasn�t being serious, was he? Harry couldn�t tell without looking at his face. Snape�s voice was deep and icy as if he meant every word he said, but Harry had the feeling that if he peeked at the Potions master�s face, he�d see his eyebrow twitching in amusement.

�Incarcerous,� and he sent another so close to Harry that the young wizard had to dodge out of the way.

�Hey!� Harry whipped off his blindfold. �What was that for?�

�Always be on your guard-�

�Constant vigilance!� Harry interrupted with his best Moody impression.

Snape frowned at him disapprovingly as he strode over. �Although your lack of paranoia leaves much to be desired-� to prove his point, he suddenly cast a spell on Harry who yelped as he barely managed to throw himself out of the way.

�If you won�t let me dodge, then stop shooting spells at me!�

Snape calmly tucked away his wand. �At least your dodging has improved.� He offered his hand. �That will be enough for today.�

Harry narrowed his eyes and stared at Snape�s hand suspiciously, expecting another spell attack.

�Come,� said Snape impatiently. �That will be all for today.�

�I don�t believe you,� Harry informed him but he accepted the hand and leaned against Snape as they returned to the cellar.

�You aren�t as stupid as you look.�

As much as Harry hated it when Snape insulted him, the Snape who called him names and cast curses at him when he wasn�t looking, fit his expectations and left him feeling as if he knew the older wizard well enough to predict his actions. Nice Snape left him feeling unhinged and, as much as he hated being insulted and picked on, he preferred a Snape he understood rather than a Snape who constantly surprised him. Besides, coming from Snape, �you aren�t as stupid as you look� was almost a compliment. Harry wasn�t sure how to react to it, so he didn�t respond and Snape remained quiet until they stepped into the bathroom.

�Sit on the bathmat,� he ordered and Harry did so, adjusting his legs so that Snape had easy access to them. Snape knelt and ran his wand over the bandages, incinerating the strips as they fell away. He removed all the wrappings and then returned to Harry�s leg. He wrapped his fingers around Harry�s left calf and massaged the skin lightly. �Point your toes five times.�

Harry did so, watching as Snape pressed various points on his calf.

�Do you feel any tension?�

Harry shook his head. �No, they work a lot better than they did this morning. They feel a little sore, as if I had been running around all day, but nothing beyond that.�

Snape nodded. �I will reapply the potion and bandages tonight although I do not believe they are necessary.� He straightened and stepped past Harry towards his chair.

Harry climbed into the tub and started his bath. Snape had said that he had wanted to strangle Harry two months ago which meant that Harry had probably been imprisoned for at least that amount of time. He should�ve found some way to mark the days rather than letting them pass without notice. Had he really been in this place for two entire months? That seemed like a very long time. Two months should be enough time to organize a rescue party, but it appeared that Ron and Hermione had decided to focus on the Horcruxes instead of him.

How on earth had they managed to break into Gringrotts? That place had to be incredibly well guarded, yet his two best friends had managed to steal the cup and escape without being caught. Harry felt pretty confident that Snape had been telling the truth about the cup�s destruction because he hadn�t told the older wizard that he suspected it was hidden in Bellatrix�s vault. Hermione must�ve seen how unnerved the witch had been at the sight of the Gryffindor sword and correctly deduced, as he had done, where the fourth Horcrux could be found.

He couldn�t wait to see them again and hear their story of how they managed to destroy the Horcrux on their own. If the Death Eaters knew they were involved, then they needed to be very cautious. Perhaps Harry should add a section to the note telling them to lay low while he and Snape tried to figure out where the last Horcrux was hidden. But then again, how could Snape look for the item if he was trapped here? Harry felt fairly certain that the item was hidden somewhere in Hogwarts. If only he had trusted Snape enough to tell him about the Horcruxes before! Snape could�ve searched Hogwarts while Avery was guarding Harry.

No, if he had done that, then the Potions master would�ve been delayed, and Harry would�ve been raped for sure. Harry frowned as he clutched his flannel. It was selfish of him to want to keep Snape near him for protection when the Horcruxes needed to be destroyed. He needed to stop thinking of himself and start thinking about how to end this war. If Avery had to rape him in order for the last Horcrux besides Nagini to be destroyed, then he should bare it. He had to protect Ron and Hermione. They had proven their loyalty to him and now he should show his.

�Potter,� snapped Snape impatiently. �While you may have the time to take hour-long baths, I do not. Rinse and get out of the tub.�

Harry did so and pulled the towel around himself without looking at Snape. �I was thinking-�

�That�s never a good sign.�

Harry ignored him. �Maybe you should get yourself replaced as my guard for a few days.�

�Why?� Snape asked through narrowed eyes.

�I�m pretty sure the unknown Horcrux has something to do with Ravenclaw and that it will be found at Hogwarts. I�d like you to go there and look for it,� he explained as he padded back to the cell on his own.

Snape spelled dinner on the table. �I am not about to go traipsing all over Hogwarts simply because you are �pretty sure� an item is secreted somewhere within its walls. In case it escaped your notice while you were there, Hogwarts is quite sizeable. Even if you were absolutely confident that the item which you seek is actually there, I still would refuse.�

�But-!� Harry interjected, frowning at Snape over his meal.

�Even if you were to inform me that you knew exactly where the item could be located, I still would not leave here to look for it. As the Dark Lord has more brains than you, he would�ve moved it immediately after learning about the incident with the cup. Even if it was in Hogwarts, it is probably no longer there now. Do you really want to be given to Malfoy for a week?�

Harry�s heart stopped. �No,� he whispered.

�Then put this inane notion from your head. And if you are foolish enough to try to be clandestine and have me removed, be assured that I will not visit Hogwarts if I should find myself delightfully free of you.�

�I won�t, okay?� Harry glared at Snape. �It was just a suggestion. You don�t have to bite my head off.�

�Think before you speak,� Snape demanded before he strode out.

Harry scowled at his dinner. It wasn�t as if he had asked Snape to remain at Hogwarts until he had searched every inch. Still, part of him was glad that Snape had refused so vehemently as much as it pained him to admit it. He didn�t want any other prison guard but Snape. He would�ve never been able to get used to being raped by Avery. Snape had been so gentle with the sex that it didn�t even hurt when Snape raped him in front of Voldemort anymore.

Thinking about sex and Snape made him harden. He wanted to go wank, but Snape had forgotten to reapply Harry�s bandages and he was worried he�d be caught in the middle of it. Then again, what did he care if Snape did catch him? Maybe he should masturbate in front of the older wizard just to see his reaction. Harry didn�t know what he would do. The possibility of being caught made his penis twitch excitedly, and Harry hurried through the rest of his meal before grabbing toilet paper and climbing on his bed.

He circled his thumb and forefinger and masturbated slowly; using the technique Snape had taught him. Now that he was mostly healed, he would get to have sex again shortly. Would Snape demand repayment for the blowjobs he had given then? Harry continued to slowly masturbate himself with his right hand as he stuck his left index finger down his throat. He gagged and immediately withdrew it. How the hell was he going to stick a cock down there when he couldn�t even take a finger without gagging?

He added a second finger and tried sliding them in and out of his mouth. He slowly took more and more into his mouth before he accidentally pushed too far and he coughed and gagged, blinking back involuntary tears, as he immediately removed his fingers and tried hard not to puke. Augh. No wonder Snape had been so reluctant to give Harry head a second time! Harry felt a surge of affection for him. Harry had a lot of dick but Snape had swallowed him down to his hand. He had wanted Snape to remove his hand and completely take him in his mouth before, but now that he knew how difficult giving head was, he wouldn�t press for anything more.

He felt sure Snape would let him use his hands. He could just lick and suck on the head while he moved his hands over the length. The head was the most sensitive part anyway, so Snape couldn�t object too much. He could show Snape what he wanted done to his dick by demonstration. Although he had grown comfortable enough to ask for head, he still didn�t feel at ease giving Snape suggestions or directions.

That was probably a good thing though. Snape was already quite good at sucking Harry�s dick and driving him wild. If he got better at it, Harry would orgasm twice and that would be embarrassing. Thinking of Snape sucking him off to completion made Harry�s neglected member twitch desperately and he renewed his strokes with vigour.

Fuck. He curled all of his fingers around his dripping prick as his balls tightened. He couldn�t wait to have another sex orgasm. He curled his left hand in the sheets tightly as he fucked his fingers quickly, his hips jerking wildly as he neared orgasm. Snape would suck him off and then thrust inside. �Fuck!� Harry grabbed the toilet paper and desperately pressed it to the head of his prick just as he began spurting. He bit his lip to keep himself from crying out with pleasure as the force of his orgasm took him and he emptied completely. He lay back against the bed and rested, his chest rising and falling quickly.

He couldn�t wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow Snape would do it for sure. Once his heart was no longer trying to jump from his chest, he trudged over to the sink and cleaned himself off, washing the remains of his pleasure down the toilet. He hummed to himself as he brushed his teeth. Snape had been so insistent on remaining with Harry and he seemed to be back to his old self again, although not nearly as evil as he had been before. As long as Harry kept his head and Snape maintained his facade, then they had nothing to worry about. Harry returned to the bed and slid under the covers feeling surprisingly satisfied with his situation.

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