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Harry Potter and the Expert Potions Master	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 21308 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 31 - Counter Proposal

How Harry made it through the rest of his visit he didn't know. He had dodged away from Ginny and gone back inside. Luckily, Celestina Warbeck had been singing something dreadful on the radio, so he could slump into a chair and pretend to be listening to it whilst his head whirled with the awful things Ginny had said to him. He wondered what had happened to the girl he had fancied in his sixth year. How had she become this hard bitch who thought nothing of threatening and attempting blackmail?

Maybe, he mused, she had always been like that. He just had been blinded by want. It worried him. What was he blinding himself to now? When he panicked that Snape felt anything real for him, he would run his mind over all the cruelties Severus had casually performed or allowed during his time as Harry's teacher. How could he reconcile that man with the one he let use his body now? Which was the true man – the evil teacher who had delighted in humiliating powerless children, or the strong potions maker who was so quietly passionate?

Head beginning to ache with the dreadful fear he felt – not just the fear of Azkaban, but the dread that somewhere along the line he had made a terrible mistake – Harry longed to go home and simply be still, held in Severus' arms. He recognised the absurdity of not being sure about Severus and yet needing the other man to help him feel better.

Unable to bear it, he waited with impatience for a set of adverts, then expressed his thanks and regret that he needed to go home. Molly and Arthur had given him a sharp look as if wondering what had prompted this sudden desire to leave, but seemed gracious enough when he again thanked them and hurried away to the edge of the wards and apparated back to Severus' house.

He couldn't see Snape at first, and assumed he was in the laboratory. His heart heavy, he made his way to the room and stood in the doorway looking at the way the potion maker moved. Mouth dry, Harry felt his arousal beginning to press against his trousers.

Snape turned, saw him, saw the bulge, and headed straight towards him. Harry kissed him with a desperate ferocity that surprised the older man. He pulled Severus' head down so that their lips remained together whilst his tongue thrust forcefully into Snape's mouth. His hips jerked too as he ached for the mind-numbing pleasure of climax. Wanting that blissful release from the worries and doubts he had been torturing himself with.

“Please,” he gasped.

For a moment the potion maker just looked at him, then something dangerous came into his eyes and he spoke. “Upstairs,” Severus ordered, pulling Harry in the correct direction whilst sliding skilled hands up under the clothes and touching hardened nipples.

In the living room they stopped. Harry was pushed against the wall, his shirt pulled off, and he was rubbing at Snape's dick through the material, aching for it as he always did. He managed to get a good grip on it and felt the heat of it. It made him desperate to suck the thick prick.

Sliding to his knees, he unzipped the older man and wasted no time wrapping his lips around the shaft. His head bobbed eagerly as he suckled the hardness, his fingers constantly stroking and cupping the shifting balls. He felt Severus' hand tighten in his hair and slid one finger behind the testicles to stroke the flesh between anus and balls. One digit rubbed at the hidden pucker and Severus came, shuddering helplessly with the pleasure.

Not giving Harry a moment to recover, Severus grabbed him and pushed him up the stairs to the bedroom. Almost violently he was pushed onto his knees on the bed, and his trousers pulled off him. Severus slid his tongue into Harry's needy passage and then trailed up the back until his re-hardened dick was ready to enter.

He plunged in and set up a brutal rhythm that had Harry almost crying at the pleasure/pain of it. His hips slammed hard into the body under him, his body as fully in the younger man as possible. Growling, he wanted the legs further apart and pushed on them so that he could drive deeply into Harry again and again.

Under him, Harry's head was reeling. His ass was hurting from the assault, but he was desperate for the way Snape filled him. His cock throbbed and he slid a hand down to curl a hand around it. Another growl stopped him and he screamed as his dick was clenched in hot fingers that squeezed him painfully. His ass clenched at the discomfort which seemed to spur Severus on. At least his thrusts grew more frantic, his rhythm starting to fail as he neared climax.

Harry felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and the hot stinging pain of Snape's release in him. His own dick was still held captive in the painful grip and he wailed, begging Severus to let him go.

Snape ignored him, pulling out and spinning Harry onto his back. He swallowed the cock and sucked hard. Harry thrust up, seed gushing out of him painfully and he sagged.

Severus caught his breath as he looked down at his lover. “Harry,” he said, shock clear in his voice, “I hurt you.”

Sure enough, mingled with the streaks of white liquid were smears of red. It stained Harry's thighs and Snape's limp dick. Horrified, Severus wanted to beg Harry to forgive him, but Harry pulled Snape close to him and whispered, “It was what I needed.”

After Severus had calmed, he gave Harry a hard look. “What's wrong?”

Harry, feeling the burn between his buttocks, winced but made no reply.

Snape, eyes fixed on the younger man, spoke harshly, “Don't hide whatever it is. What is wrong?”

Turning over and pulling a sheet over himself, Harry hugged his knees, preferring to focus on the pull between his legs than on the pull of his heart. He pressed his head onto his knees and fought to control his body's shaking, and his trembling lips. He sat still for a while, aware only of Severus' breathing and the slow ooze of semen and blood out of his sore anus.

Sighing, Snape moved off the bed and Harry felt his stomach flip flop. This is it, he's leaving me! he sobbed in his mind. But Severus merely stopped beside Harry and pulled the head up. He glowered down, noticing the tear-filled eyes and the quivering lip. “Tell. Me.” he commanded.

Shaking, Harry recounted what had happened. He was terrified when he glanced up: Snape's face was more ominous than he had ever seen it before. A soft hand stroking his hair reassured him that the anger wasn't aimed at him, but at the red-headed witch who was threatening them.

Snape sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Harry in close for a hug.

Harry will never understand, Severus realised, how much I need him. He thinks, no doubt, I do this to comfort him, not to comfort myself. He pressed shaking lips against the messy hair. How could he have lost control like that and caused Harry injury? The younger man said it wasn't a problem, but how could it not be? He had seen what his partner was truly like – rage filled and possessive. He forced down the self-loathing and focused on the issue with Ginny. Anger was the foremost emotion he felt, but he too felt that curling dread in his stomach that she could so casually threaten to get them both sent to Azkaban. He had to be calm though, he had to be in control. He had already lost control once today, and look at the damage he had done. Harry needed him to be the rational one, the one who would work out a solution to this mess.

Severus applied the control borne of years as a spy and forced the feelings away. “We have several options,” he began quietly, still clinging onto his frightened partner, “we can tell her to do her worst. Maybe the world out there will disbelieve her, maybe they won't. Personally I don't really want to go for that option as there is little satisfaction to be gained from thwarting her and yet rotting in jail.”

Harry clung tightly to him.

“Or, we find a solution that both we and she can be happy with.” He felt Harry tense and went on, “I'm not suggesting you publicly date the bitch, but perhaps we can agree a compromise.” He began to work through ideas.

“What compromise?” Harry asked, snuffling away tears.

Snape had never been much good at comforting upset children when he had been a teacher; however, he quite understood Harry's distress, and wanted to ease the burden. This beautiful young man in his arms had no idea of his value. Had no idea how much Severus grieved at causing him harm.

“I'm still wondering. Perhaps, after the child is born you might agree to be a part of its life. Merlin knows it'll need some sane influence with Ginevra as its mother. Maybe that will be enough to appease her.”

Harry rubbed his nose against Severus' skin and seemed to be thinking it through. “I wouldn't mind being seen with her in public places with the kid, not always, but occasionally. S – she is right, isn't she? That would stop any rumours spreading too widely and maybe encouraging an investigation of our choices.”

Snape resisted the urge to push Harry away from him and hand him a tissue, instead he spoke musingly, “There may be an advantage to being you. No-one is going to want to believe you, the great Harry Potter, are not normal. That'll help stop too much questioning.”

“So, my choice is: lie about you forever, or be honest and lose you anyway as I get slung into Azkaban?” Harry felt anger burning once again at the situation.

Severus kissed the black hair, feeling hopeless, and with nothing soothing to say. What was there to say? Harry was right, there was no easy happy solution to their predicament. He refused to surrender to the inevitable so easily though and suggested Harry write to Ginny and make his counter offer.

It was easy enough to say, but Harry had no desire to ever have anything to do with the manipulative witch ever again. Still, he supposed it was the sensible suggestion. Moving was rather more uncomfortable than normal, which Severus noted.

“I'm sorry,” he said, eyes contrite. “I have never wished to hurt you.”

Harry slid one palm onto the pale cheek. “I didn't mind. It's not like I hated it. But why were you so aggressive?”

Severus turned away from the trainee Auror.

“Tell me.” Harry insisted. Instead of pushing, he waited, knowing, somehow, that the older man wouldn't deny him.

Without facing him, Severus spoke, “I had been dwelling unprofitably on you returning to the Weasley circle and perhaps finding you had no further need for the physical pleasure I provide.”

Harry had to decipher that. “Hang on,” he said, “you were worried I'd go straight back to Ginny, and sleep with her, and then not want you?”

Severus nodded.

Harry took Severus' hand in his, closing his strong grip around the other's palm. “And you call me an idiot!”
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