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Chapter
5

Harry
crept back into his desk, he wasn't so much afraid of getting caught
by his boss so much as- “Oy, mate, where ya been?”

Harry
collapsed into his chair and looked into the face of his red headed
best friend, “Hey. Anybody notice I was late?”

Ron
just shrugged, sitting down at his own desk with a sub sandwich,
“Naw. I don't think anyone even thought you were on a
lunchbreak, since ya never take em. I also kept telling people you
were in the loo. To see how long they'd believe me. No one questioned
it.” Ron took a giant bite of his sandwich, “You got a
scratch on yer neck. S'bleedin.”

Harry
raised his hand and sure enough. He could only hope the ones on his
back weren't bad enough to bleed through his robe, “Uh yeah.
Caught myself on something.”

Ron
just stared. Harry had obviously not looked in the mirror recently,
as there were four scratched lines. Perfect hand space apart. “Are
you kiddin me, bloke? Look in a mirror.”

Harry
snatched the picture frame on his desk and tried to catch his
reflection in the picture of him, Ginny and Lily. “Aw shite.”

“Yeah.
So you might not want to try to lie so blatantly. Honestly.”
Ron continued munching on his sub, “So, ya gonna tell me who
ye'r shaggin?” he spit bits of sandwich as he asked the
question. “And don't try lyin'. I know me mum is out shoppin
with Ginny and Lily right now.”

Harry's
eyes widened, “Listen, Ron, its not like how you must think I-”

“Shut
it.” Ron overrode his blabbering, “Yer my best mate. Even
if you cheat on my sister, it don't change that.” Ron chewed
for a minute, before looking contemplative, “Which makes me a
much better friend than you are.”

Harry
slumped forward on his desk, “Ron I... I haven't told anyone
this. I feel like the first person I should tell should be... Ginny.”

“Thats
bollocks tell me whats up first. You might just want to leave the
country. You better hope mum doesn't get on ya.” Ron smirked at
him.

Harry
slouched extremely and looked very miserable, “I wanted it so
bad, Ron. I wanted a cute wife and a cute house and a cute kid. God I
wanted it so bad my teeth hurt. I didn't really have any time to take
stock of my life an-”

“Hey.
We're both men here. I'm gonna need to tell me less about your
feelings and more about why I might need to stupefy me own mum.”

“I'm
gay, Ron.”

Ron
just chewed for a moment, with that annoying stuffed-mouthed look of
contemplation, “Mum prolly won't be too mad about that.”

Harry
sighed, “And its not just that. I'm sure I could be perfectly
happy with Ginny's body... Its just... Even though she shined during
the hardships of the war, I feel like we're just entirely different
species.” Harry's voice was calm and low, “I feel like
I'll just end up hurting her.

“Ginny's
not a little girl you know. She's a woman. She's tough. I think you
underestimate her.” Ron said around his sandwich.

“I
know that. I don't mean hurting her emotionally.” Harry
muttered into his hands. “I mean that... We all have something
dark inside of us. And I feel like being around her goodness just
begs mine to come out. Does that make any sense?”

Ron
just chewed, looking at his friend with wary eyes, “I dunno
what to think. I dunno what you should do. S'far as I'm concerned, I
know nothing.”

Harry
sighed. Ron was a good friend. The best friend. But Harry had been
right in the assumption that he was not the person to talk with about
his current predicament.

Severus
had managed to have a productive day despite having not started it
until after midday. He had brewed all day after his nap, Harry
brought him dinner around eight and they ate in a comfortable silence
as Severus watched over the simmering stages of Dreamless Sleep. Then
Harry left and Severus returned to brewing.

Severus
stretched as he looked in the corner at the one clock in his lab. It
was just past one in the morning. Time for bed.

Trudging
up the creaking stair case, Severus tried to rub the cricks out of
his neck to little avail. He needed a good, not overly long, nights
sleep to get his rhythm back in order, and he would be feeling much
better.

What
he didn't need was a sobbing redhead in his bedroom when he opened
the door.

“Mrs.
Potter.” Severus said politely, bowing his head to her, “What
a surprise to see you here.”

She
had obviously been waiting a while, her mascara was staining her
cheeks in streaks and her hair was rebelliously frizzing out of a
sloppy braid running down her back. “Professor Snape...”
Her lips quivered as she spoke. She looked so frail and helpless,
like she might crumble if he replied to her, “Do you know where
Harry is?”

Severus
chose is words carefully, “I have not seen him since this
afternoon.”

Ginny
nodded shakily, “S-so you've seen him today though? After
work?”

Severus
stared at her for a moment, “Yes. He was by.”

“Did
he say where he was going? I'm worried sick. I checked everywhere!
I'm so sorry to have intruded... I'm just so scared. I flooed over
here. I-I'm sorry I'll just...” she trailed off into a sob.

Severus
didn't know what to say to this girl. Should he hold her? There was
something untouchable about her frail frame. He felt like it would be
a violation to touch her.

She
stood in the center of the room for a moment more before saying
goodbye to Severus, and almost running from the room.

As
her footsteps descended down the staircase, Severus became aware of
another magical signature in the room.

“Is
she gone?” Severus nearly jumped out of his skin as the voice
questioned him from underneath the bed.

“Potter!”
Severus hissed venomously, “Were you seriously hiding beneath
my bed as your wife stood in the middle of this room for god knows
how long worrying over you?”

Harry
popped up from underneath the bed, naked as the day he was born, “No.
I hid underneath the bed praying to god that my wife didn't go into
the bathroom and find my clothes. It was hard to think of anything
else. She was in here like an hour!”

“What
are you doing here in the first place?” Severus bellowed,
losing patience with this whole situation.

Harry
growled, “I was going to surprise you.”

“Did
it cross your tiny mind that maybe I don't want your surprises? That
perhaps I just want to be left alone! I certainly don't want your
wife in my bedroom sobbing over you!” Severus was snarling in a
way that would have made Harry cower in his school aged days.

Now
Harry just felt blood rush to his exposed groin as Severus became
more and more fierce and terrifying. The man was radiating rage and
magic, and Harry felt dizzy in his aura. “Severus...”
Harry hissed.

Snape
gave him a sinister look, “Get out, Mr. Potter. And do well to
know that it is invariably RUDE to enter someone's house uninvited!”

Harry
pounced, lunging across the room and sending Snape crashing to the
ground under the muscular young man's full weight. Severus was
weakened with hunger and fatigue and was taken by surprise by the
physical attack. His head hit the floor hard, and the world spun
around the contact.

Harry's
lips were on Severus's neck, kissing and licking and traveling down
to the older man's prominent collarbone. Harry bit down hard, much
harder than needed to simply draw blood, Severus felt the bone
bruise.

Severus
wanted Harry off of him, but he was too dazed to speak. Harry ruined
a second robe of the older mans, ripping it from the V collar down
his body.

Harry
forced his way in between the older man's thighs, the affectionate
and gentle sex earlier that day was forgotten as Harry shoved two
spit slicked fingers inside the older man, holding him still with an
unforgiving hand on his throat, crushing his trachea if he struggled.

That
didn't stop Severus from sinking his jagged chewed down nails into
Harry's forearm. The scratches and gouges he left in the domineering
arm didn't even phase Harry.

Wasting
no time, Harry lined up their bodies and slid inside Severus. The man
let out a moan at the intrusion, which was turned into a death rattle
by the hand harshly applied to his throat.

“Fuck
Sev, your hole wants me so bad.” Harry hissed harshly in the
older man's ear, “You feel how you eat my cock up?”

Severus
couldn't reply, black spots were forming at the edges of his vision,
as he weakly pushed at Harry's chest, letting out piteous wheezes and
simpers and the ripping and burning sensations in his ass filled him
with humiliation as well as shame. He should have been able to fend
off this boy. He should have been better. And the fact that his utter
humiliation and pain was managing to fill his cock with blood quite
quickly due to his frantically beating heart made him want to cut off
the offending appendage.

“I
don't think you'll stay conscious very long at this rate.”
Harry hissed between panted breaths, the sound of their flesh
slapping together in harsh cuffs underlying his harsh words, “But
that's okay I suppose, because I won't last very long in your tight
ass anyway.”

Severus
found his body going limp, if he hadn't been laying down he surely
would have had to. His chest and throat hurt, and he couldn't even
take in small, wheezing breaths any more. Harry was sliding between
Parseltongue and English and Severus's hearing was sliding between
clarity and a dull hum.

With
Severus going limp, Harry could use his second hand to pump the older
gentleman's fat, filled cock instead of struggling with the man.

“Fuck
Sev, c'mon, you can take it harder, don't pass out on me yet.”
Harry hissed menacingly, but all Severus heard was poisonous sounding
Parseltongue.

Severus
felt sensation double and fade at the same time, as Harry's hands
felt hot and sharp on him but at the same time he felt like his body
was a million miles away. The boy was working his hips in a
relentless piston, and Severus could feel the sharp hard thrusts all
the way up through his diaphragm.

His
body started to heave involuntarily, with sobs or impending orgasm or
a desperate last attempt to rip air into his body before blackness
claimed him.

Harry
was watching his face, the usually pallid complexion going from pink
to red to purple, still managing to look dignified somehow, with his
mouth open and gaping fruitlessly. His eyes and mouth were leaking,
but it didn't look like crying or drooling. Harry wanted more tears,
he wanted the man to lose that iron control, we wanted to rip the man
apart bit by bit, and as the thrust inside him hard enough to bruise
his own hipbones, his fingernails dug into the pale but reddening
neck.

Harry
grasped the man's cock in an iron grip as his body tensed and began
to spasm. And then, as he felt his orgasm start to roll over him as
an unstoppable force, he let go of the older man's throat and cock in
the same motion, before going rigid.

Severus
let out a violent gasping shriek as his body seized, his spine, toes,
and fingers curled, eyes rolling back into his head, seed gushed from
his cock to coat his belly and chest, as Harry simultaneously coated
his raw insides.

Severus
did not return to full consciousness. Harry laid on the man for a few
minutes before lifting himself off of the man and trying to get him
to respond. Slapping his cheek slightly, Harry realized that Severus
probably had a concussion. There was blood leaking out the back of
his skull, slicking the black locks. Harry was immediately worried.
The man's eyes were not focusing on Harry's face, but it was
impossible to tell if within the black irises the pupils were or
equal or unequal size.

“Oh
god Severus... I'm, I'm so fucking sorry. Oh god... What should I
do?” He shook Severus slightly.

The
older mans eyes seemed to focus for a moment, and he rasped something
too quiet for Harry to hear. “Sev? What did you say Sev? What
should I do?”

The
young man lowered his ear to Severus's lips, as the man took in a
shallow breath and rasped out, “Bugger... off...”

Harry's
eyes went wide. A smile broke over his tan face. “Oh thank god
I didn't break your brain.”

Severus
snorted, and his arms came up to push the boy off of him. Harry
stood, hovering over the man still.

Severus
cleared his throat, before whispering, “Help me up very slowly
to a sitting position. Leave me to acclimate, get a towel and put it
over my pillow. Then slowly help me to stand and get to bed.”

Harry
did as he was bid. Severus was hopelessly dizzy. “A-Are you
sure it's not serious? I mean, this could be the kind of concussion
you don't wake up from.”

Severus
had started shushing him halfway through his sentence, and when the
boy stopped talking Severus spoke, “I am often dizzy and
disoriented after an orgasm. And you deprived me of oxygen. While I
may have a mild concussion, my disorientation is not due entirely to
it.”

“Okay
okay... I believe you.” Harry muttered. “Should I wake
you up every few hours?”

Severus
opened his eyes for a moment to roll them, “Go home to your
wife, Potter. And for heaven's sake put on a Glamour before you do.”
Harry looked down at his own body and cringed at all of the scratches
and bruises caused by Severus's desperate defense.

“Severus...
I don't know what came over me.” Harry was whispering, because
that was all Severus could do.

“Shut
up.” Severus ground out. “I won't have your pity. And you
shouldn't apologize for things you're going to do again.”

Harry
was silent. He wanted to do it again. He wanted to rip the strong,
sharp man apart again and again until he was at the core. He wanted
to do it Right. Now.

Severus
cleared his throat again, “Bring me a glass of water and my
wand, and then leave. You'll come during your lunch break tomorrow to
assist me in any way I need, and every day after until I no longer
need your assistance.”

Harry
perked up, “Really?”

A
warning growl from Severus had Harry jumping up to get the man his
requested items.

After
he helped Severus take a few sips, and set the wand next to his hand,
Harry left to his own home through the floo, Glamour strictly in
place.

Ginny
sat in the living room, cradling a wailing Lily. The young redhead's
eyes looked all cried out. Harry entered the living room and she
glared at him with bloodshot eyes, “Where. Were. You.”

Harry
was exhausted, but he went to her and took Lily from her thin
freckled arms. He kissed her on the forehead, “Go upstairs and
get some rest. We'll talk in the morning.”

If
she wasn't so exhausted, she would have argued. As it was, she gave
Harry a glare and stomped up the stairs with the last of her energy.
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