Given a Choice
Chapter 4
Well, Merlin’s beard it’s been a while again hasn’t it? I’ve had so many things to do in the meantime that most of my stories have been left standing a bit, okay *a lot*. I’m going to try and finish most of them as I’ve got new ideas after reading the HBP recently! So, I’m going to tackle this one first - not sure if that’s a good idea or a bad idea, all I know is that these next chapters will be very difficult to write and quite possibly read If you are not into the darker side of things then I suggest you skivy off! . . . .
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“Undress, Potter.” Severus Snape ordered. He smirked happily as he watched the boy get shakily to his feet, and try to unsuccessfully get out of his school robes, his fingers slipping on the ties and buttons. “Oh for Merlin’s sake, undress him Draco. NOW!”
Draco swallowed and moved quickly forward, his hands gently able to accomplish what Harry had not. “I’m sorry, Draco,” Harry whispered quietly between the two of them. “But I couldn’t let -“
“Too slow,” Snape growled as he moved forward, pushing Draco out of the way, causing the other boy to stumble backwards. He reached up, his fist grabbing the front of the white school shirt that was now visible, and tore it off of the young Gryffindor, ignoring the small buttons that scattered everywhere, clattering across the cold, stone floor. “There is little point in delaying the inevitable, gentlemen” Snape stated quietly, eyeing Harry’s naked top torso. “So beautiful,” he whispered quietly causing Draco to flinch. “So glad you’ve finally come of age,” he smirked. “It was worth the wait. Even with certain,” he glanced quickly at Draco, “developments.” He reached out a pale, scrawny finger and let it trail back and forth over Harry’s collarbones. “Finish the rest,” he stated quietly to Draco, taking a step back.
Draco moved forward again, not looking at Harry as he started to undress his lover of what little was left. He stepped away, throwing the remaining clothes to the small pile that was in the middle of the potions room.
Harry stood there naked, covering his intimate self as best he could with his hands. No one seemed to move or breathe until . . .
“Yes,” Snape stated quietly causing both Draco and Harry to look up, startled at him. “Very good.” He turned and grabbed a small vile from off of his desk. “Mr. Potter, come here.”
Harry moved forward, his head held high, his heated, angry gaze never leaving Snape’s face, never once faltering in its silent message to him . . . defiance and determination.
“Drink this,” Snape sneered, pushing the orange colored vial towards him.
Harry snatched the vial out of his hands, never once breaking eye contact and was about to throw it down his throat when Draco grasped his wrist and halted his movements.
“What is it,” Draco growled. “What are you giving him.”
“Does it matter, at this point?” Snape asked quietly. “It won’t kill him, if that’s what you’re worried about. I hardly doubt I’m interested in a dead Potter. At least not tonight.”
“You sick -,” Draco started but was interrupted when Harry wrenched his wrist free of his grasp to swallow the contents of the vile.
“Good, very good, Potter. At least one of you is catching on,” Snape stated and he moved forward pulling Harry towards him. His lips pushed down roughly on the other’s, causing him to give a muffled yelp of surprise. Snape smiled harshly against their kiss, using the other’s surprise to sneak his tongue into Potter’s mouth, invading its warm, soft space, enjoying the taste of Harry himself mixed with the potion he had just been given. Breaking away, he gave Potter a shove, sending him crashing into the desk behind him again.
“Quite delicious, Draco,” Severus stated, licking his lips. “I am starting to see why you have been . . . enjoying him.”
Draco closed his eyes against the scene and the mad hatred that was looming up inside of him.
“That’s it boy, get angry, feel the hatred,” Snape singsonged and let his hands rest firmly on the Draco’s shoulders, guiding him towards a naked Harry Potter, who was gasping, holding his side as he leaned against Professor Snape’s desk.
Draco shrugged off Snape’s hands with some difficulty and spun to face him, “I hate you. No one else in this room.”
“That can be changed,” Snape drawled and withdrew another vial containing a dark, midnight blue potion. “Drink it, so that we may begin.”
To be continued . .