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Advances	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CH4 AN: Thank you Thunderbird. Your reviews are always on the nose! And yes, I've made Ron an even bigger douche in this. And as for the Mpreg... well, you'll just have to wait and see :)
Silver Pixie - Thanks for the email with the love for the story! SP
Chapter 4 - We're Living In A Violent Society
Gasping, Hermione knelt beside the two defeated Death Eaters and stole their memories.
“Now what do we do?” Ron asked, idly kicking one of the unconscious figures.
“We get out of here. I have no idea how they knew about us. Harry.” She then whispered, “you haven't still got the Trace on you, have you?”
“How the hell could I know?!”
But Ron was shaking his head. “No, it's wizarding law. It breaks at seventeen. It wasn't him. It was using that fucking name!” He snarled, “I told you!”
Dusting her knees, Hermione rose and said shakily, “Well, that's done. Let's get out of here before any more of them come after us.”
She led the way out of the cafe after first checking that there was nothing out of place that a Muggle or magic user would query.
A deer Patronus stood outside the cafe, unseen by the Muggles. All three of the youngsters, however, stopped, drawing in a sudden breath.
“Harry,” Hermione whispered urgently, “That's your Patronus! How can it be here?”
Checking he wasn't casting it, Harry answered, “I don't know. How can it -?” As he looked, he noticed it was missing an ear. And that it wasn't his Patronus. This was a doe, not a stag.
George? He thought, This has come from George? But why would George have a similar Patronus to me? And then he considered, Who do I think of when I see a missing ear? Severus. His heart leapt. Severus! This was Severus contacting him!
“Hermione,” he gasped, eyes fixed on the white animal, “I – I know who this is, but you have to trust me, okay? You and Ron let me do this alone, please.”
“No, Harry, it's far too dangerous! You can't know who it is. We'll come with you.”
Feeling desperate, Harry ground out, “Hermione, for fuck's sake, just once, would you trust me?! I'm safe. He would never hurt me.”
Brown eyes flicking between the spot where Harry was hidden, and the glowing creature, the witch seemed to understand. “I don't like it, Harry. But all right. But we're coming to find you in ...” she considered, “will thirty minutes be long enough?” she asked, face going pink.
“God, yes! Thanks, 'Mione!” Harry took off then, not caring what she told Ron; not even caring where they went, not if his hunch was right and this was Severus.
There. Standing in a dark alley, a dark figure in shadow. And the Patronus was heading towards him. As the glow lit up the figure, Harry bit back a sob of relief and threw himself at his partner.
“Oof! Take the cloak off you berk!”
Harry did and then they kissed. Their mouths gripped together and opened at once. Harry clutched at Snape's clothes, feeling his head spinning with need as the tongue slid into his mouth and began slicking along his own muscle.
His prick throbbed and he wanted nothing more than to fuck right there.
“How are you here?!” Harry panted, once he and Severus had broken their lip lock.
“I came to find you. What were you doing saying the Dark Lord's name, you idiot?!” Snape had a tight hold on Harry, who could feel the pounding heart close to his ear.
“I – what?”
“His name is cursed. Use it and it will bring Death Eaters to you.” The Slytherin tightened his hold briefly, hating the thought of his younger partner being hurt.
“Cunning bastard!”
“Indeed.” Severus closed his eyes, luxuriating in holding the younger man.
“Now, where were we?” Harry said cheekily, working his mouth between the buttons on the other wizard's clothes, lips brushing hidden skin.
“Oh, Harry...” it was a low groan, but there was no mistaking Snape's evident interest. He jerked his hips against the youth, his dick hard.
And then they were stripping and grinding and panting as they touched and kissed. It was mere moments before Harry found himself, back pressed to the grimy alley wall, legs wrapped around Severus' hips, begging to be fucked.
“Give me … a minute ...” Snape moaned, desperately trying to think about where he might have put the lubricant he had brought with him.
“Now, oh god, please, now!” Harry sobbed, feeling the thick tip rubbing against his twitching entrance and aching to have it fill him.
“I won't hurt you, Harry,” Snape chided, brain refusing to work.
“I know. So fucking get inside me!”
Severus moved his dick back and stroked at the hole, surprised to feel slickness there. “Have you been touching yourself here?”
“No. Please...”
Not sure why Harry was wet, but very glad he was, Snape breeched the muscle and slid slowly up into the hot tight body. He saw stars as he felt his cock glide within the tightly clenching passage, he ached when his sensitive head brushed against the bundle of nerves, and his entire body tingled when he at last felt Harry resting tight against him, legs clinging desperately.
Throwing his head back, Harry sobbed as he lifted up, feeling the slide of the prick within him. He dropped back down and cried out as his nub was jabbed.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpered as he did it again.
Snape, struggling not to just come, hissed as he drew breath, feeling the tight hot hold the other man's channel had on him. He rocked upwards, hips aching with his suppressed desire to just pound again and again into the willing body.
Clawing at the older wizard's hair, Harry cried out over and over as they ground together, his passage filled perfectly, his body a desperately tightening bundle of need. The big prick rammed into him, slammed, thrust, drove, pounded, clashed, pushed, stabbed, jabbed, poked, fucked.
And Harry came, screaming Severus' name.
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Walking rather oddly, Harry returned to his two friends, a contented smile on his face.
***
Later, at Malfoy Manor, Severus approached the large dining hall, walking with his usual calm tread, even as his stomach lurched. Behind him, floating along, were the two Death Eaters sent after Harry. The door to the room was open and he could see the Dark Lord sitting in a chair, other Death Eaters around him. Bellatrix, as usual, was practically drooling with desire for the evil wizard.
He had no desire to go in there and potentially be tortured for going off without permission, but the slight tingling in his cock was definitely worth any pain he might suffer.
Severus bowed to the wizard and indicated the two floating unconscious figures. Without waiting for permission, he began speaking.
“My humblest apologies, my Lord. When you sent Dolohov and Rowle after the upstarts who had dared use your name, I followed. I wanted to punish whomever had been so foolish as to challenge you, even in such a small way. Following traces of magic, I found them both unconscious. Which you can still see they are, my Lord. After that I searched most carefully for any trace of their attackers, but other than some fading hints of magic, he or she, or more likely, they, had gone. I must confess that the magic felt familiar to me. It is possible that it was Potter himself who dared speak your name.”
“And so Dolohov and Rowle were defeated by a boy?” the calm way in which Voldemort spoke boded ill for those two men.
“Yes, my Lord.” Snape paused before adding quietly, “And I failed you as well.”
“True, Severus. Very true. Now, what would be a fitting punishment for you, and for them?”
Snape knew far better than to comment. He merely waited. Voldemort waved a pale hand at Severus, indicating he could go. Which he did, especially when he heard the Dark Lord address Bellatrix, “Would you like to show them my displeasure?”
***
As one of the Dark Lord's most trusted followers, Severus was expected to remain close at hand. He decided to push his luck and apparate to his home. After all, should he be required, the damned mark on his arm would do a good job of summoning him.
In his home he settled in a chair and allowed himself to luxuriate in his memories of seeing and having Harry again. Their time apart hadn't seemed to have dimmed their desire, much to Severus' surprise. He had truly expected to go to the youngster and be met with disgust and shame. It was a feeling he was used to. It had been exceptionally pleasant not to be loathed.
Given he had created a horcrux to ensure he survived and could support Harry afterwards, it was a good thing the Chosen One hadn't changed his mind.
Thinking back to creating the horcrux, Snape remembered some of the bits of information he had read during those frantic three days. He'd researched more since, and was unsure what to make of it all. Horcruxes were Dark magic; there was no denying that. They were created from a dark act and created for dark purposes – to defeat the natural order. But Severus had never wanted to defeat the natural order, in fact, he would have welcomed death before Harry. Now he wanted more time with the youth, but not because he felt he deserved it, no, he felt Harry deserved to have as much happiness as he could have. And if he thought, wrongly, that his snarky old teacher was the one to give it to him, then the snarky teacher would oblige for as long as necessary.
So, had he truly created a horcrux? Certainly he'd committed the act, completed the necessary spells, but had he really, truly, split his soul?
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CH5 Preview: And, in the confusion and the movement and the noise, one of the potions the thief had been holding opened and spilt brightly shining fluid onto Harry's skin.
Harry stared down at his arm. And then the skin began to bubble.
The youth screamed and clutched where he had been wetted. Dropping to the floor, he curled up and shrieked, eyes screwed up against the pain.
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