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Infinity	By : Spamilla Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 28436 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Infinity
By: Spamilla
Chapter Five: Becoming Obvious
A/N: So, I received a review from a concerned reader saying that they think my work is really insensitive on the subject of rape. To that person, should they still be reading, I want to say that I disagree. I know that Harry is being raped and taken advantage of. I’m not blind. However, although this story is being written in third person, it is still being filtered through Harry. The reader is still reading inside of Harry’s head. You’re reading his opinions on the situation, not mine. Keep in mind that he had a drug in his system that’s affecting him.
Dislike how this story is progressing? Stop reading. Don’t wish bad things on me because you don’t like what I’ve written.
Also, sorry for the long break within chapters. College had started back and I have been extremely busy.
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“He wants me to use the drug on him,” Severus said as he paced in front of Dumbledore’s desk. The man had made it a point to see Dumbledore as soon as he could following his meeting with the Dark Lord. This was something he hadn’t been expecting. How could the Dark Lord consider such a risky move?
“On who, Severus?”
“Potter. He wants me to slip the drug to him and take control of him.”
There was a long silence. Severus took the time to continue pacing in front of the man. This hadn’t been expected at all. No. He had expected the Dark Lord to use the drugs in other ways. But against Harry Potter? How did he expect him to get away with this?
“Please sit down, Severus. Boring a pathway into my floorboards isn’t going to solve the situation.”
Severus looked up to Dumbledore, a glare on his features as he took a seat. “Then calm my nerves, Albus. Tell me what I’m supposed to do. You can’t want me to give Potter a drug. Even with the drug, I’m still raping him.”
Again Severus was met with silence. This was more bothersome than anything else. Albus Dumbledore was supposed to tell him what to do… and the only thing he was getting was silence.
“I want you to give him the drug.”
A cold feeling came over the Potions Master as he sat before the bespectacled man.
“Excuse me?” The disbelief was thick in Severus’s voice. What was the man thinking? Was he really insane? Was he really losing his touch with reality? There had better been a most amazing reason behind this decision.
“It’s better you than someone else, Severus. He will only kill you if you turn down the mission. And it won’t stop him from finding someone else to do it once you’re gone.”
Severus was flabbergasted. He was really telling him to slip a student a drug and rape him. He was telling the man to blow discretion to the wind and obey the Dark Lord fully. They were playing into the evil man’s hands.
“Are you insane?!”
“No. Severus… You’ve proven your loyalty to me. You aren’t the only person in this castle that can force Harry to take the drug. From what you’ve told me, it seems he’s serious about this. I want you to promise that when the time comes, you’ll be there for him.”
Severus went limp in the seat. “You ask too much of me, Albus. I couldn’t do that to Lily’s son. I came to you to help save her. To save him. Even if he dislikes me as much as his father did and I, him, I can’t do that.”
“You’d rather have someone else get their hands on him? Someone who wouldn’t treat him well? Someone that would take too much pleasure in having him? I want you to promise me that you’ll be there for him.”
“I can’t promise that. I think I’d rather die than hurt Lily’s son.”
“You’d be protecting him.”
“Protecting him by raping him!?”
“No, protecting him from things worse than just rape.”
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Harry felt numb as he sat in class. He had decided to go against his better judgment. He simply couldn’t bring himself to knock on the door of Dumbledore’s office and tell him everything that Snape had done and everything Draco had told him. He didn’t go back to his room for fear that Flitwick would send someone after him.
He hadn’t even been assigned detention for his lateness. He explained to him after class that he had been feeling rather ill and the man only subtracted ten points from his house before sending Harry on his way to Astronomy.
After classes that day, Harry did he best to avoid Ron and Hermione. He knew they only wanted what was best for him, but he wasn’t able to do what was best for him. No yet at least.
Managing to be alone out in the gardens close to Hagrid’s hut, Harry thought over what Draco had said to him.
He would be an idiot to trust Malfoy. He had basically told Harry himself that he was working for Voldemort. That he had bound someone to him by using the drug to test it for its use against him. Harry felt his stomach churn as he thought about whether or not Draco raped the person or if they willingly had sex with the Slytherin.
The thought came to him on how he had the drug on him. Why did Draco have it in the first place? It made no sense to him. He must’ve been planning something with it.
Harry sighed as he was jumping to conclusions. He didn’t know for a fact or not whether Draco had the drug on him or not. He was guessing wildly at the moment. He had the strange urge to turn Draco over to Snape, but what good would that do? His only offer of getting away from the man would go with it.
And even through all of this, Harry could feel the urge, the longing for more of the drug. The feeling of his head floating while Severus did such vile, pleasurable things to him as he laid there like a good boy and took everything the man had to offer and obeyed everyone of the man’s commands.
Harry cursed himself as he felt himself grow hard at the thought. It was drawing ever closer to the time in which he was supposed to meet up with the Potions Professor.
A hot tear ran down Harry’s face as he leaned back against a rather large pumpkin. He hated this. He clenched his eyes shut as he felt his knees buckle. He winced as images of the older man invaded his mind. He felt disgusted with himself that he found himself getting even harder at the thought of the man violating him again.
Carefully, Harry lowered a hand down and began to rub himself through his pants slightly. A moan erupted from his mouth as he felt his back arch. His prick twitched ever so slightly, wanting more attention than just a gentle touch through a pair of slacks, but Harry wasn’t brave enough to begin to pleasure himself where he could be found if someone really wanted to locate him.
The Gryffindor flung his hands from his body and pressed them roughly into the ground, digging his fingers into the dirt. He shook his head and felt tears running freely down his face once more. How could he want something so vile from the man that was tormenting him? There was no way. It was the potion that was doing this to him. He didn’t really want this.
Forcing himself into a standing position, he decided to head back inside. He really didn’t want to get into more trouble and get more detention for his time when he wasn’t with Snape.
Reaching the Great Hall, Harry sighed softly. Dinner was already being served, but the smell of food was only making him feel ill. However, he figured he might as well try to eat something as he hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch that day.
As he approached the Gryffindor table, he couldn’t help but glance over at the Slytherin table and spot a rather smug-looking Draco Malfoy. He felt his stomach drop slightly when the blond looked up at him and raised his eyebrows slightly, acknowledging his existence before turning to scold Crabbe for stuffing his mouth.
The subject of what to do with Draco’s offer came back to his mind as he walked over and sat alone at the table. This didn’t go unnoticed by Neville, who made his way over to his friend.
“Heya, Harry! You just missed Ron and Hermione.” He paused for a moment and sighed softly. Harry glanced up at the brunette and quickly looked away when he saw the worried look on his features. “Is something wrong? They’re really worried about you. Said you haven’t been yourself for the last few days.”
Harry worried his lip with his teeth for a moment before shaking his hand and turning to Neville, forcing the best smile he could onto his face. “Nothing’s wrong. I’ve just been feeling a bit ill lately. No worries.”
Neville didn’t look convinced. “Oh, well, I hope you feel better. The chicken is rather good tonight.”
Harry thanked Neville, who smiled and offered a farewell before making his way out of the Great Hall.
At nine on the dot, Harry was standing in front of Snape’s quarters. He raised his hand carefully up and knocked slightly.
“Enter,” a voice said, sending yet another chill through Harry’s body. He hated the affect the man had on him.
Without hesitation, Harry opened the door and saw Severus sitting at his at his desk. Again the man was dressed in nothing but a robe. In his right hand he held the small vile of Infinity that he knew he was going to have to soon take.
“Come to me, Harry. You look like you’re beginning to wither. If it weren’t for the fact that it’s suspicious enough to give you drug more than once a day, I’d think about other doses.”
The moment Harry was within reach of Snape he felt the man grab his chin and forced him to look in his eyes. Harry shuddered at the contact. He felt strangely cold and he wasn’t sure why.
“But doing that would only deteriorate you faster… and that is also suspicious. I don’t doubt that you ever so convoluted friends haven’t failed to notice a change in you. I doubt Mr. Weasley would’ve noticed alone, but Ms. Granger is exceedingly intelligent.”
Harry winced softly as he felt the man’s long finger run down his face before he released the bow.
“On your knees,” he said softly, his voice laced ever so carefully with a strange force that Harry wanted nothing more to do than obey.
The Gryffindor lowered himself down and leaned his head against Snape’s covered thigh. He watched as a hand lowered itself down to him, covered in powder and Harry gladly took in the substance, groaning as the familiar dizziness came over him and he was lifted once again onto the bed.
As he laid there, he felt Snape begin to remove his clothing. Although the Potion Master wasn’t touching him yet, he groaned out and felt himself harden as memories from the last few times this had happened resurfaced.
“Tell me what you want, Harry,” Snape said softly as he leaned over the black-haired student. His long fingers worked carefully as they began to unbutton the white shirt. The Professor placed a line of chaste kisses on his flesh as more and more skin became uncovered.
Harry’s breath hitched at the request. His mind was clouded as the drug began to run its course. The dizzying part was nearly over, but the high feeling would remain for several hours.
“You, Sir. I want you to do whatever you will with me.” The admission made some part of Harry feel sick. He would’ve immediately regretted saying it, but he knew that it was true. At the moment, he wanted more than anything for Snape to simply flip him over and skewer him. He had waited all day to feel Snape inside of him once more and the potency of just taking another dose had helped him see that he did want this.
Snape glanced up at the green eyes. A smile curved his lips as he leaned down to kiss Harry’s throat. “Would you like it if I hurt you, Harry? What if I willed to make you scream? To make you bleed? What if I wanted to hurt you?”
Harry at first didn’t believe that Snape would hurt him. However, judging from what the man had already done and the fact that his mind was beginning to clear slightly, he knew that it was possible.
And knowing that Snape would hurt him didn’t bother him. He wanted the other to feel fulfilled no matter what the cost. Part of him was excited about the idea.
“Whatever you want,” he repeated quietly, arching his back into Snape’s hands.
The man grinned and pressed his lips to Harry’s collar bone, running his fingers ever so carefully down the teen’s chest, stopping finally at the Gryffindor’s hardening prick.
The feeling of guilt and disgust returned earlier than normal after he was let out of Snape’s room. He tried not to dwell on what was happening to him behind closed doors and enjoy the high that he was feeling at the moment.
“Potter!”
Harry jumped. He looked over and saw Draco looking at him from a dark corridor.
“What do you want, Malfoy?”
“Just get back from a little visit with Snape, did you? From the look on your face, he fucked you good.”
Harry’s face heated up. “What do you want, Malfoy?” Anger flooded his voice.
“I was just wondering how the Golden Boy felt knowing that a Death Eater is making you his little slut. That you’ll soon be delivered to the Dark Lord and there’s nothing you’ll be able to do about it.”
A feeling a dread flooded his stomach. For some reason, he had not thought at all about the fact that Severus Snape was a Death Eater. He thought more about how he simply didn’t like the fact that the Professor was using him so freely.
“Looks like you haven’t thought about it, Potter.” A smirk spread on Draco’s face. “Well, my deal is still there. Let me make you mine. I’ll help you out of this.”
Harry backed away from Draco. “Why would you want to help me? You don’t want to.”
“I’m the only person who can help you, Potter. You can’t tell anyone about it. Let me help you. I’ll free you from Snape. In return, I want safe passage for my family. When everything is said and done, I want you to tell everyone that the Malfoys were on the right side along.”
Green eyes stared into silver. Was this change in Draco real? Did he really want to help him? Perhaps Draco looked at this as the only way to help his family. Harry had judged him wrong. Maybe Draco believed that he could defeat the Dark Lord.
“Okay,” he started uncomfortably. As much as he hated Draco and didn’t want the other to touch him, he hated the idea of Snape dominating him and using him even more. He hated this. “When?”
“Tomorrow. After classes. Meet me in the Astronomy Tower.”
Harry nodded his head and felt his stomach lurch as he saw Draco turn and leave.
As he walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room, he wondered if he had made the right choice.
To Be Continued...
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