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Coming Home to You by Brianna West

Chapter Four

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Anyone you spoke with would tell you that Harry Potter was a somewhat rash person when it came to emotions. He reacted promptly to his emotion, allowing it to take hold of him and guide him to where he needed to go. Part of his ability to think on his feet and respond accordingly was that he was a-go-in-before-thinking-it-through type. Like most Gryffindors, Harry was head-strong, stubborn personality. He would never back down from an obvious challenge, but in this case, he was completely out of his league. Snape had twisted his insides and muddled his head beyond understanding. This was the reason for his very rash decision to follow Lucius Malfoy straight to his private estate.

After the older wizard had helped him make quick work of his possessions, he had apparated with said man to the estate Lucius spoke so highly of. Lucius had promised that Harry would be alone, aside from the servants and Lucius, at this estate. He would have full use of the grounds, as they were already protected with a heavy barrier charm, and could wander at his leisure. Harry had been so anger stricken by the man that had whispered his mother’s name when they had just finished seeking the pleasure of each other’s touch, that he had followed Lucius blindly.

Their footsteps echoed on the cobblestone pathway through a large overgrown gate. The large gate swung open and allowed them entrance as they continued their way towards the house that sat in the middle of a fairly large garden and pond. It was not short of a luxurious household and had Harry awestricken as Lucius led him into the house with a quick motion of his hand. The entry way was covered in pale cream marble floors and small fragments shimmered like diamonds within the rock as they entered the room. A large chandelier with scintillating crystals hung high above and was circled by a landing that connected with two staircases leading to the second floor of the residence. Many of the finer artistic aspects scattered the walls and tabletops within that first room. It was simply breathtaking and left Harry wondering if all of the man’s estates were as luxurious as this one.

Lucius had paused as Harry took a look around the entry hall. When Harry finally looked over to the man, Lucius was smiling gleefully as if it was him Harry had been mesmerized by.

“Does it meet your expectations, Mister Potter?”

“Uh, I think I’m a little underdressed for this place,” Harry joked.

“You are perfectly fit for it,” Lucius said softly as he turned and beckoned for Harry to follow him up the right side staircase. They walked up the stairs without another word between them and down the long hallway to a room that was just as finely decorated as the rest of the house.

“You may use this room,” Lucius said as he gave Harry a smile. “As I am sure you are exhausted, I will leave you to settle in for the night. I will give you the full tour of the estate in the morning.”

“Um, what about Professor Snape?” Harry said thinking back on how they hadn’t told the man they would be leaving. “Shouldn’t we owl him or something to let him know I’m here.”

“I will see to Professor Snape,” Lucius said a certain glint in his eyes much like earlier. “You rest, and I will see you in the morning when you are quite ready.”

Harry hated to admit it, but Lucius was a more than accommodating host. It felt as if he was just content with having Harry there and nothing was expected of Harry other than to just be. It was an opposite feeling to the one Snape gave him. He was always nervous and uncomfortable in that man’s house. Snape had made it clear from the beginning that Harry had never truly been welcome there. Though Harry was still cautious of Lucius, he had to admit that the man had kept to his word since he apologized the day before.

Setting his trunk down just at the foot of the bed, he opened it and grabbed his usual night wear. After quickly dressing and trying to tame the mat of hair atop his head, he sunk into bed for a good night’s rest. Hopefully free from a certain potion’s professor and memories of their skillful lips playing upon his like a sweet instrument.

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Morning broke through the window, sending beautiful, glittering rays of sunshine through the panel. Harry rose his usual time in the morning, just before six. He had dreamt of languid hands roaming his skin, setting fire a passion that burned into his memory much as it had the day before. Harry hated that he dreamt of the man. He never wished so hard for visions of Voldemort’s workings; he needed something to take away the hardening flesh in his trouser pants and utterly sensitive skin as his clothes rubbed against him igniting a burn in their path.

Harry clenched his hands against the urge to touch the erection now persistently pressing in his pajama trousers. He would not touch himself, he said over and over as he readied for the day. However, when the cold shower proved no help to his swollen flesh, he had stroked himself and delighted in the memories of Snape’s dominating mouth over his, pressing body to body and taking every part of him until there was nothing left of him to give. Harry wanted the man to own him, as he did now his in his fantasies as he touched himself until completion.

Harry let out a groan as he came. Just as quickly, he washed away all evidence of his shame.

When Harry made his way downstairs, his eyes caught sight of the man he had dreamt so often of last night. He wanted to dash back upstairs and into the room Lucius had given him, but his curiosity peeked as the two men engaged in a heated conversation.

“What gave you right to seize Potter from right beneath my nose?” Snape was hissing at the man like a snake to its potential prey. “You play a furtive game, Lucius.”

“Harry willingly came,” Lucius said nonchalantly, smiling at Snape in his triumph. “I daresay he begged me to come.”

“I will reiterate this only once more, Lucius,” Snape said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Albus left Harry in my care for the duration of the break.”

“You have made it clear to Harry that you would like him elsewhere. He expressed that much to me yesterday.”

“Whether I would like the boy at my home or not, I have been charged, and I will not stand idle while you put him in danger,” Snape said matter-of-factly.

“You confined him to a singular room. Do you not think that a bit brutish, Severus.”

“Not in the least,” Snape said eyeing the man with indifference. “There were no complaints of it until now.”

“You seem to care a great deal about having him tied to you, Severus,” Lucius said as he came around the man, smiling in his jest. “Have you grown attached to him? Done more than just snogging the boy, hm?”

“That is revolting,” Snape said, turning on him. “He’s a child and not to my taste unlike you.”

Harry chose that moment to come from his hiding place. He was feeling the pit of his stomach ache with disappointment when Snape made it clear he felt nothing for him. So it had been just a way to pass the time. The man was truly malicious, in the deepest ways. Harry was more than devastated with his findings. Unable to truly comprehend the conversation, he walked down the steps alerting the men to his presence. Snape stiffed and glared at him, though it proved unaffected since Harry couldn’t see past his devastation.

Lucius smiled up at him. “Your professor has come to call. Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” Harry said as he stopped just short of the two men. He kept his eyes away from Snape and turned his attentions to Lucius. “I thought I might get some breakfast. Where is the kitchen?”

“You may eat upon our return to my residence,” Snape cut in before Lucius could answer.

“I will not be returning. It was you who told me just yesterday that it was fine if I came here,” Harry said with his own face devoid of emotion.

“Oh, did he now?” Lucius’ smile seemed to grow larger as he eyed the man near them. “Why Severus, how very kind of you to give Mister Potter permission.”

“I did nothing of the sort,” Snape denied. “Regardless, the Headmaster will be paying you a visit at my personal residence tomorrow. You will come with me now, Potter.”

“Just tell the Headmaster that he can find me here,” Harry said as he turned on his heels and stalked from the room despite having no idea where he was going. He just knew that if he stayed any longer in that room, he may be swayed to go with his utterly enticing professor. He hated the way his heart hurt from all the words of indifference about him. The man had even gone as far as to say he was ‘revolting.’ That had hurt the most. Harry swallowed hard at the forming lump in his throat. He would not turn back no matter how much Snape demanded him to.

Harry had made way through the entire first floor without finding the kitchen. The house was unbelievably large and confusing. One hallway would lead to another series of hallways. It was too much like a maze for Harry to navigate accurately. After fifteen minutes of retracing his steps, he finally found a room that held a great long table where a small house elf was quickly filling with food. Harry sighed in relief as he walked over. The house elf bowed and motioned for him to sit without uttering a word and was gone in a crack. Harry assumed that he was free to eat, so he sat down and loaded a plate with all that was offered. His devastation had worked up his appetite.

After finishing his first plate, he lethargically drank his tea. Lucius Malfoy strolled into the room wearing his usual grin and settled in a chair near Harry.

“Well,” Lucius began as he grabbed a cup with some tea already served into it. “I doubt that will be the last we see of Severus, but until then, shall we have a small chat?”

Harry watched him curiously. “About what, sir?”

“How about I tell you a heartbreaking love story,” Lucius said as the smile once more widened.

“Uh,” Harry watched him again his curiosity evident. “Sure?”

“A young man in his youth met a beautiful woman in which he shared many good memories with. The two were inseparable until one day when this young woman met another man in which she fell in love with. Slowly, the woman began to distance herself from the first man, and then gradually, she completely turned away from him. The man, devastated by the loss of his love, became a truly pessimistic individual when it came to love. He never loved another the way he loved her.” Lucius ended his story with a long drink from his tea and a feigned sigh. “Tragic, is it not?”

“Am I to assume I know these people?” Harry could already guess of who Lucius talked of. He knew that Snape had been long in love with his mother from what he had gathered from the conversation from before. So it was true—undoubtedly. Snape would never love anyone the way he had her. Why did Harry hurt so much at the thought of this reality? What did he truly feel for the man that had driven him to such a passion?

“I am sure you can hazard a guess,” Lucius said looking over to Harry. The man was truly a sight to be had. Lucius had once more let his hair loose, the straight silky strands falling over broad shoulders. The man fashioned a skin tight tank top today which bore beautiful pale skin, defined muscles, and unblemished flesh despite his years as a Death Eater. Harry had to turn his eyes to his cup in order to not be caught staring. He must truly be drawn to men. He never admired such qualities in the female figure. He had always caught himself gazing too long at the form of his first year Quidditch coach, Oliver Wood. He had always pretended it was just admiration for his older senior’s defined muscle tone and bronzed skin, but he knew better now as his eyes strayed once more to Lucius.

Ice blue eyes captured his, and he was left without anything to say to the other. The silence continued for minutes before Lucius set his cup down and scooted in towards Harry. He touched the side of Harry’s lips, causing him to gasp in response. The man’s thumb wiped away residual food and then pulled away. Lucius’ eyes contained something else within their blue depths in which quickly passed.

“You seem to have collected the food on your face rather than in your stomach,” Lucius said laughing lightly and licking his thumb. Something about the way the man’s tongue drew about his thumb left Harry a bit tight in his throat. The action reminded him of Snape’s tongue and the way it had licked so delightfully within his mouth. Harry was shaken. His mind was consumed with perverse thoughts of the man that had dismissed him so easily. Focus Harry, he thought persistently.

“What shall we pass the time with today,” Lucius eyed him again with an ever present smile. “We can take a walk about the estate or even just stay in, keeping each other company.”

The way the man spoke was as if he had some other interest in mind. It was much like a hidden meaning behind his words but Harry could not grasp what it might be. Harry shook his head, not really sure what he might want to do. Now that he had refused to return with Snape, he was at a loss of what to do from then on. He hadn’t put much thought into that part.

“Are you at all interested in the cinema?”

“As in films?” Harry asked thoughtfully.

“Yes,” Lucius laughed.

“Oh, definitely. I love films.”

“I happen to have a personal cinema in which we have all of the newly released films,” Lucius said as he stood. “Would you care to watch one of them with me?”

“Brilliant! I haven’t watched a film in…well, a very long time.” Harry could feel his excitement belly. He had been consumed with thoughts of his professor, the oncoming battle with Voldemort, and his schoolwork. He hadn’t had any time to really enjoy anything like a film.

“Follow me then,” Lucius said leading him out of the room.

The room was much like you would see in a cinema aside from the fact that it housed fewer seats and most of the seats were made of soft material that you could lounge lazily about. Lucius had drawn the door closed and spelled the movie to begin after Harry had selected the one he wanted to watch. The darkness closed them in, and Harry started to regret his decision to watch a movie with the man. It had been a long time coming that he would realize just who he had agreed to stay with. How could he have grown so comfortable with the man after only a few days back, he had assaulted him?

The movie began and they watched for minutes before he felt Lucius move closer into him. Harry’s breath stalled as the man’s hand touched his and softly caressed it. The feeling itself was not unwelcomed, but Harry couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if it had been Snape to touch him. Snape would never touch him this way. Harry was no fool to believe the man would be so intimate as to caress him as such.

Harry was too lost in his thoughts to comprehend the hand moving from his own hand to his thigh. Fingers brushed over him, drawing Harry from his thoughts. Lucius was moving towards him, watching him intently as the hand drew closer to his groin. Harry had turned his head just in time for Lucius to press a soft kiss to his lips. Harry drew away quickly, standing and moving away from the man.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?” Harry said breathlessly.

“You did not seem to mind,” Lucius said casually as he continued to stay seated.

“I do bloody well mind!”

“Unless it’s Professor Snape,” Lucius said his tone breaking through Harry like a knife.

“What do you—“

“You waste your time on him, Harry.” Lucius watched him, and Harry couldn’t help the tight feeling in his chest at the man using his name intimately. “He will never love you. He cannot love you. Severus will only hold you to your mother’s image.”

“That’s—,” Harry felt his throat grow extremely tight as well as his chest. The omission of the other was just the reality that Harry’s mind was trying to deflect. He did not want to accept that there was no true hope when it came to Snape. He knew now that his feelings, no matter how he tried to suppress them, were deep when it came to his dark eyed, sarcastic potion’s professor.

Now Lucius was standing, advancing on Harry who was taking steps backwards to avoid the gap between them to grow small. “If you were to, for example, place all that effort into having those feelings for me, I can assure you, it would be worth your while.”

Harry shook his head adamantly, “I don’t have any feelings.”

“You do,” Lucius said as he grabbed Harry’s arm to stop him from fleeing. “However, they are ill-fated. Do not subject yourself to an unrequited love.”

“I don’t love,” Harry swallowed around the man’s name. “Snape.”

Lucius watched him, his hand unbearably tight on Harry’s arm. Even still, Harry could not get angry. A part of him knew, deep down, that the man was right about everything. It hurt too deeply to admit it. In just a short few days, Harry had grown so attached to the man who loved his mother without pause. Snape had done things, said things to him that had brought about his inner hope, only to shatter it once more the next moment. The prospect of a mutual love was undeniably tempting, but Harry did not feel the way about Lucius in which he felt for Snape.

“I can’t,” Harry said as he pulled his arm away from the other. He ran from the room, his mind running with him as he tried to find his way to the front door. He didn’t know where he would go from there, but he needed to get away. Get somewhere that wasn’t near the confusion that both Lucius and Snape brought about.

He was finally able to find the front door when his arm was grabbed, and he jerked backwards violently against the force.

“Where for Merlin’s sake do you think you are running off to?” Harry felt relief overwhelm him though he knew he should not feel relieved. Snape’s voice was liberation on his heart as the man helped him steady to his feet.

“Uh,” Harry was unable to articulate what he wanted to say.

“What did he do to you?” Snape said with a low hiss of his voice.

“Did to me?”

“Malfoy,” Snape said impatiently. “Did he try to touch you yet again?”

Harry was so baffled by the question that his pause only pushed Snape to grow angrier. Snape pulled Harry to the front door.

“I knew that he would use whatever means he could,” Snape said muttering as he pulled Harry out of the door and then made a short walk to outside the gate, apparating from the estate. Harry was rushed with the feeling of flying through a vortex before hitting unyielding ground. Snape pulled him once more, half dragging him inside what Harry recognized to be Snape’s residence. As soon as they had gotten into the door, he was being pushed hard backwards. His backside molded against the door as the man leered over him.

“What did he do to you, Potter?!”

“He didn’t do anything,” Harry said as he swallowed to wet his dry mouth. He was once more perplexed by the man’s actions. Wasn’t it Snape who said that he could care less for Harry?

“Your actions tell otherwise,” Snape said as he closed inwards, a breath away from Harry’s face. “I can smell him on you.”

Harry was once more overwhelmed by arousal at the man’s words. His knees began to weaken and his eyes fluttered closed as the warm feeling expanded through him.

“H-he kissed me,” Harry finally was able to whisper out. Harry could hear Snape let out a deep breath and then lips were pressing against his in a maddening kiss that sent his body into a current of sensations. Hands clasped tightly at his hips and he drew upwards, deepening the kiss with the older wizard. He was greedy for it, wanting to taste Snape even though he was sure he would only come to regret giving in so easily to the man later. Snape responded to him by grabbing underneath his thighs and drawing him upwards and hard against him. It was a series of gasps and moans from there as Harry was walked right over to the couch and thrown down onto it. The man slinked over him, drawing Harry’s legs up with him.

Harry arched against the man, his body pleading for release as their passion only grew more violent in their haste. Snape pressed a hand into the couch and ground his hips into Harry eliciting another moan and sending Harry reeling backwards against the pleasure of it.

“If you were not so bloody wanton,” Snape hissed. “Lucius would have no opportunity to take advantage of you Potter.”

Harry did not respond to Snape and only let the man continue to rub into him. His pants and boxers were forced down and thrown from him, his shirt shortly followed them. Then Snape was tasting his flesh and sending spark of electricity straight to his already hard erection. He could not breathe enough as the man’s mouth licked and then sucked at his sensitive skin. His hands clasped at Snape’s shirt which the man quickly divested himself of. The man’s skin rippled with tense muscles as he grabbed his trousers and rid himself of them. Harry was left panting as Snape used his wand to pull something from the other room—a vial containing clear liquid. He covered his fingers in the substance and used his other hand to push Harry’s legs open in which he willingly obliged.

Snape pressed a finger into him that caused a slight uncomfortable burning sensation until he was moving it within him, touching and wriggling inside. Harry let out a low groan, turning his flushed face away, and closing his eyes to the sensation.

“You are never to be alone with Lucius,” Snape growled as he added another finger. “Do you understand, Potter?”

“Merlin,” Harry moaned out as yet another finger was added causing a mixture of pleasure and pain. Harry watched from half-lidded eyes as the man’s very large erection jumped and strained as he let his voice out once more. Despite the man’s earlier objections, it seemed he did find Harry to his liking as fingers scaled his flesh hungrily. Though it was small, it was still a hope that one day, his feelings may be mutual. He could not think on it much longer because Snape was lubricating his hard flesh and then pressing it to Harry.

“No one--,” Snape bit out as he pushed into Harry and then let out a groan as Harry’s body tightened against the intrusion. “—is to touch you.”

Harry cried out as pain ripped through him but a deep feeling of completeness enveloped him as Snape pushed in to the hilt. He did his best to relax against the pain, but nothing eased it as Snape thrust out and back into him. Then a hand was pulling at his dejected flesh between them, renewing his arousal and bringing pleasure through the pain. Snape was soon thrusting into him without pause as they both grew closer to completion. Harry was the first to go as the man’s hand grasped his flesh and sent him spiraling over the edge. Then, Snape stiffened as Harry grew impossibly tight around the man’s hard arousal and drew out a low growl from the man above him. It was all impossibly hazy afterwards. Harry barely remembered the man pulling out of him and spelling them clean. Harry was lifted his eyes drawing closed against the pain, and walked to a room he did not recognize. He was set gently on the bed before he slowly slipped out of consciousness.

~*~

Severus watched the boy sleeping soundlessly in his bed. His urges had bested him after the boy had refused to return with him. He had shouldered all he could to remain calm and in control during his argument with Lucius, but when he had seen the boy, flushed from running and eyes filled with confusion and fear, he had lost all of his control. Now with the boy, ravished and unarguably his, he felt a sense of relief. He had been so enraged when he took the boy violently against the couch. He had been convinced that Lucius had done much more than kissing to the boy. However, the boy had been, without a doubt, a virgin when he took him.

Reality was slowly settling in as Potter turned his head and groaned against the pain. His features tightened and then relaxed once more into sleep. His hair lay about his head as his skin was still slick with perspiration from their joining. Snape felt the immediate weight of what he had just done settle over him. He had not only violated one of his students, but he had done it to the-Boy-Who-Lived and Lily’s son. It was not often that Severus felt remorse, but as the reality slowly sunk into him, he could feel guilt begin to surface. How was he possibly going to shy away from his act this time around?

Severus let out a groan and left the room, leaving Harry to wake alone.

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