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Pandora's Box - COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30647 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The great Hall was filled with the dead, bodies lain down in rows. Each covered with a single white sheet. The silence eerie and strangely calm. Harry walked amongst them, feeling like he was one of them. Dead inside, feelings numb as the reality set in.

Voldemort’s dead.. I’m free

Harry’s heart suddenly raced, one thought pushing all others aside.

I have to retrieve Snape’s body.

Frantically he ran to the open doors, a hand reached out to stop him. Concern on Ron’s sooty face. The smoke from several fires still drifted through the corridors.

“Mate, where are you going?” Harry pulled away from Ron’s grasp, unconcerned with the look of hurt that flashed across his friends face.

“Snape.” Harry whispered, “I have to get him.”

Bewilderment clouded Ron’s face then an understanding look. He wrapped an arm securely around Harry’s shoulder.

“Its ok, one of the auror’s went to the shack.”

Harry let himself be guided to sit down, the tears suddenly began to flow as if a dam had burst. Great hitching sobs joining the laments of others standing over the dead.

Harry sat bolt upright in bed, Ron’s words echoing in his head.

One of the aurors went to the shack.

Who?

Was Snape’s body there?

The aching of his jaw and tongue reminding him of the previous night activity.

“Shit.” He shouted, a sweet laugh filled his ears.

Lifting his tired head to see Miss Raven sitting on a chair by the side of his bed, feet up on the covers. She smiled and appeared relaxed, Harry noted Charlie’s scrapbook was by the chair.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” Her tone full of glee.

Face flaming, Harry put his head in his hands, mortified. A thought screaming in his head all of a sudden made him gasp.

A room full of people watched me on my knees

She watched me!

“Is it all over the Daily Prophet yet?” his tone defeated, a brief look of confusion crossed Miss Raven’s features then she laughed.

“You didn’t read the contract you signed did you?” she said in friendly admonishing voice.

“I read it,” He hung his head with a sheepish grin, “Well, some of it.”

“Well if you had,” she tapped him lightly on the arm as if punishing him, a smile on her face, “you would have read that there are secrecy charms in place.”

“No one can talk about what they see?” his tone still unsure.

She laughed holding her hand to her heart in a mocking gesture.

“You don’t trust me?”

Harry shifted uncomfortably in the bed, the plug moved. The sensation different than before, it was more intense. Flushing madly when he realized that it was bigger.

Bastard, undressed me and inserted a bigger one!

She sat looking at him, a twinkle in her eye. Harry sighed, gesturing with his hand for her to say what she was thinking.

“Fabulous show, my, my Harry.. you’re good.” she winked at him as she spoke the last word. Harry brought his hand to his face to hide, she pulled his hand away. Shaking her head at him, the smile caring.

“Never be embarrassed about giving someone pleasure.”

“Do you give people pleasure?” Harry clamped his mouth shut as he said the words, he hadn’t meant it the way it came out. He stuttered to apologise, stopping when he realized that far from being insulted she was laughing.

“I’ve been known too on occasion.” the mood lifted with her words. Harry cleared his throat knowing his face was still a fetching shade of red. He opened his mouth to ask something then closed it, hesitant to pursue his line of questions.

“Harry, you can ask me anything.”

“How long have you been a dominant?”

“I’m not,” Harry must have looked stunned, she held up a hand to stop him from talking, “I’m a switch.”

Confused, Harry looked at her blankly. Rather than laugh at him, she leaned closer, her perfume washing over him again. A heady exotic scent that caused a brief flicker of something in Harry’s head, he tried to hang onto the feeling but as quickly as it appeared it was gone. Coming back from his muddled thoughts as she explained.

“I’m both.. I enjoy being a sub sometimes.” She got up from the chair and walked to leave. Stopping when a ministry owl flew through the window, it dropped the letter on Harry’s lap.

Dear Mr Potter + One quest

You are cordially invited to the Annual Ministry Ball.

Thursday 17^th October

Drinks at 7pm

Dinner served at 8pm

Black tie mandatory

RSVP

Yours Sincerely

The Minster of Magic.

Harry huffed , throwing the letter on the bed. Looking up to see Miss Raven standing in the doorway staring at him with a questioning look on her face.

“Bloody ministry.”

She shrugged her shoulders, turning to go, she stopped and turned to look at him again.

“Maybe you should go?, might do you good to get out of the house.”

She winked again and was gone, Harry sighed, sinking back on to the bed. Her sweet voice drifting from downstairs.

“He said to remember the rules.” mirth in her voice.

“Shit!”

The sound of her laughter echoed through the flat.

Music pumped loudly, the drum beat vibrating in his chest. Harry stood by the long bar, harsh lights reflected off the chrome. The sound of sex bouncing off the black walls. His cock ramrod straight in his jeans, leaking steadily already. He could feel the music in his balls, a low tingle.

He groaned and gripped the edge of the bar as the vibrations seemed to increase, this time against his prostate. He wiggled uncomfortably, the hard plug rubbing more, the stimulus almost painful.

A strong hand grabbed the back of his neck, slamming him face first on to the bar. The feel of the sleek counter was cool against his heated flesh.

“It’s still not Friday.” the rasp in his voice seeming to be stronger.

“I’m sorry..I..”

“you what, can’t follow rules? Can’t listen to instructions?” the hand pinched harder, the fingers digging into the top of his spine. Harry’s cock loved the rough treatment. He could feel a long dribble of pre-come running down his balls. He bucked back, his arse pushing into the man’s solid cock. Harry’s moans were loud , heard even over the music.

“Oh please fuck me, fuck me!” Harry chanted over and over.

Yelping as he was lifted and thrown on top of the bar. The cool counter against his back, legs bent and feet resting on the top.

A muttered word and Harry was naked. Suddenly embarrassed, he frantically looked around to see a full bar watching him. Couples touching themselves and each other as they watched with feverish eyes.

The man stood further back, his dark eyes devouring him. The stare travelling over every inch of his skin, Harry could feel the heat in the stare.

“Touch yourself!” he barked.

With trembling fingers, Harry reached up and ran a finger along his throbbing cock. The fluid running down the length, shiny in the spotlights. The slickness coating the shaft making it easy as Harry wrapped a hand around himself. His hips bucked up as the plug moved, slipping out slightly then thrusting back in.

Harry looked at the man, his dark mask still there, Harry longed to see his face. The thin lips smiled with excitement and malice. The plug moved again, this time pulling out till just the tip was perched at his clenching entrance. Harry’s body trying to pull it back inside. Harry now realizing it had been charmed to move.

“Imagine it’s my cock.” the voice filling Harry’s head with the images.

“That’s right, think about my hard cock inside that pretty little arse.”

“YES!” Harry’s pleasure filled shouts echoed by the patrons in the bar. For a moment Harry paused, the plug slammed back inside removing all inhibitions. Harry arched his back, the angle making the plug hit alongside his prostate.

“Good boy, show me how you fuck yourself.”

Harry’s hand sped up the strokes hard and fast. The plug matching his rhythm, thrusting hard.

“Tell me what you want!” the man ordered, his voice now had a breathy quality to it. Harry couldn’t stop the smile and a moan at the thought of making the man turned on.

“ I want you to fill me up with your cock! Fuck me till I scream!”

“Oh you’ll scream for me, my cock stretching that pretty pink hole of yours.”

Harry thrust into his own hand, his balls tight and high. The feeling spreading through his body. Tingling from the tips of his toes to the hairs on his head.

“Touch me! PLEASE!! STICK YOUR COCK IN ME!!” Harry having lost all sense of shame, pleaded for the man to fuck him.

“You want that don’t you? Me to control you? Take what I want?”

“YES! TAKE ME!!”

Harry screamed the plug tilted slamming hard into his prostate, the feeling making him see stars. A sudden pain stopped him, the feel of what felt like a hot needle sliding inside his cock. He looked down, still moaning at the sensation of the plug. The moans tempered by the pain he felt, horrified when he saw a cock plug, its the shiny ring sticking out of his cock. The feel of it making him want to scream.

“You don’t come unless I say, is that understood?” the voice low and husky in his ear. Harry looked up, feeling out of his depth. The pain having eased now but the sensation of the thin metal rod was bizarre. Harry nodded his head, remembering he had been asked a question.

The man crushed their lips together, the kiss brutal. Tongue thrusting inside his mouth, copying the pace of the plug. The combined sensation bringing Harry to the brink almost immediately. The feeling stopped as the pressure seemed to build behind the rod.

“Good boy.. Such a good little slave.”

Harry whimpered at the words, part of him knowing that he should be disgusted that he wanted this, but the overwhelming sense of this being right seeming to obliterate anything else.

The kiss slowed becoming more controlled and less frenzied. Harry returned the kiss, his tongue caressing the man’s. A large hand cupped his balls, Harry’s hips shot off the bar. The man laughed into Harry’s mouth.

“You want to come for me?” the man murmured against Harry’s lips.

“Yes.” Harry whispered, the longing in his voice pleased the man. He kissed him and fondled his balls gently. A finger slid down to rub around Harry’s pucker, the plug still fucking him steadily. The finger traced around the twitching ring of muscle, Harry gasped when the finger pushed in alongside the plug.

“Tell me you want me.” The dark eyes stared at Harry. Waiting for his answer.

“I want you, please.”

“Who do you belong to?” the man still finger fucking him, the plug and now two fingers stretching him wide.

“YOU!! I BELONG TO YOU!”

“Good slave.” a muttered word and the cock plug was gone. Three fingers thrust inside with the plug. The burning pain making Harry clasp his own cock painfully. The pain bringing his orgasm to the brink, the man lapped at Harry’s panting mouth. Harry trembling, the pain of holding off all over his face, sweat glistening.

“Come.” One whispered word and Harry let go. His balls erupting with such force, Harry felt a splash of hot come hit his face, his tongue automatically sneaked out to lap up the spill. The man lapped at it as well, both moaning as they shared the bounty.

Harry woke up, come splattering over his stomach. Moaning weakly at the memories of the dream. The last spurt and the feeling of relief snapping Harry out of his half sleep.

“Shit!” he moaned as he looked at his come stained abdomen.

A long breath released with a sigh.

Surely I can’t be blamed for a wet dream?

Merlin I haven’t had one of those since I was fourteen!

Harry let out a shuddering laugh, his eyes drawn to the tuxedo hanging on the door. Wondering what on earth possessed him to follow her advice. Hermione had been over the moon when he asked her to be his plus one having found out from the twins that Ron was off on a training exercise for the next week.

Harry had been overjoyed when the twins had flooed to chat, neither of them taking sides. Insisting that they would always be his friend, Harry had resisted the urge to ask about Charlie. Afraid to hear the answer.

So now here he was waking up covered in spunk and aware of having to get ready for this ball.

“Shit!”

Standing with a glass of champagne in his hand and being driven mad by the desire to rip off the bloody bowtie. Harry tried to make polite conversation, having only been here for thirty minutes he already wanted to leave. Sulking after being told by Hermione that under no certain terms would they be leaving early.

Harry bored, found himself people watching. The ball room full of people he didn’t know, the doorway busy with the entering guests. A headful of white blond hair caught his attention.

Malfoy!

Curious he moved closer the man, eager to see this famous strangling boyfriend. Oddly disappointed when he saw a woman on Draco’s arm. Tall with curves in the right places, his companion stood with her back to Harry. A midnight blue dress accentuating her stunning body, the dress backless. Harry was drawn to the creamy white nape of her neck, black hair up in a elegant chignon.

The glass of champagne spilling over his hand as she turned to look at him. A beautiful smile on her face, blue eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Hello Harry“ Miss Raven said.
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