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Lost and Damned	By : danniperson Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 24087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tell Me Only If It's Real

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Dumbledore had left Hogwarts. Not permanently, Professor Flitwick had to hurriedly add. Harry had been to Dumbledore’s office for a fourth time when Flitwick shuffled by and Harry had stopped him to ask for the password. Flitwick had given him the new password, but assured him that the headmaster probably wouldn’t be back until later that night, and Harry would be stuck in lessons with Snape probably until curfew. Harry was starting to wonder if he was even supposed to tell anyone about his dreams, or if the fates wanted him to keep that bit of information to himself by any means.

Flitwick went off again and Harry watched him disappear down the corridor, leaning back against the wall by the gargoyle. There was still a bit of time before he had to go see Snape, though he doubted it was enough time to really get anything done. He considered going there early in hopes of getting out earlier, but he figured Snape would either work him until curfew anyway or snap at him that he didn‘t want to suffer his presence longer than necessary or something of that nature. It wasn‘t even worth the effort, so with a feeling of some disappointment he headed back to Gryffindor Tower. He spent what time he had talking with Ron and Dean about Quidditch and it worried Harry that he hadn‘t seen Ginny or Hermione since he had left to try to find Dumbledore the second time. He thought to ask one of the girls if they had seen or heard anything from either of them, but Parvarti and Lavender were in their own little world and they danced out of the common room before Harry had a chance to say anything.

Reluctantly he left Gryffindor Tower to head down to the dungeons with shouts of “Good luck!” and other well wishes from those in the common room. Most of them thought he had detention with Snape, but he figured Ron thought lessons were nearly as bad as detention. Sometimes they were, but at least lessons actually did him something useful. At least they would if they were doing the usual instead of Occlumency, though Harry doubted he would be so lucky. He still hadn’t made up his mind about those dreams of his, and didn’t think he would until he had a chance to speak with the headmaster. Not to mention having Snape crawling around in his mind after what had been going on up there the past few months plus how close he had come last time to seeing a particular dream Harry really did not need that man looking at.

He passed a few third year girls heading back to the Gryffindor Tower and, unfortunately, passed by Malfoy and Zabini as he went, too. They just smirked and whispered amongst themselves as he walked on and he was grateful neither of them started anything. The corridors were mostly empty by now, only passing by a few students along the way and he even saw Professor Vector walking by, looking very irritated as Professor Trelawney followed her along, muttering about future misfortune and tragedy. Harry just shook his head and continued on, not noticing the other figure several yards ahead of him, walking in the same direction. Not until he reached the dungeons and was nearby Snape’s office did he notice the headmaster a good ways ahead of him, still walking. “Professor!” Harry called out, but Dumbledore turned the corner and continued on without hearing him. Harry was tempted to follow after him; after all, telling Dumbledore about his nightmares was preferable to Snape seeing his dreams.

The office door opened before Harry could make up his mind and he swallowed and glanced up at Snape‘s sneering face. “It‘s a thing called knocking, Potter. Please refrain from shouting in the corridors,” he snapped, opening the door further and stalking back in. Harry sighed and walked in, closing the door behind him. Snape‘s back was to him, shuffling around with things on his desk as he began speaking. “Potter. Remind me of what it was we were doing last,” Snape insisted and for a moment Harry was confused. Had Snape lost his memory or something? That idea was quickly thrown out. Even if Snape was hurt enough to be out for a week, he doubted he would come back if he couldn‘t remember things. The way he sounded, Harry just figured he wanted to see if he remembered what they were doing or if he could explain it properly or something.

“Umm…Occlumency, sir. The uhh…A shield against Legilimency?” he said uncertainly.

There was a pause before Snape slowly turned around, cocking his eyebrow. He smirked in a nasty manner before saying, “Is it, Potter?”

Harry paused for a moment before slowly nodding his head, slowly starting to glower at the man. “Yes, it is.”

“You didn’t seem quite so certain,” Snape explained with a shrug, pulling out his wand. “Well then, I suppose we shall see just how much you’ve been practicing. Legilimens!”

Harry was completely unprepared for the assault as flashes of images ran through his mind. Embracing Sirius when he first saw him at Grimmauld Place. The moment Hermione came into his room to kiss him. Sneaking into the Room of Requirement with Hermione. The dream that had been interrupted last time…Hermione straddling his lap, pulling off his shirt…Harry panicked, but he had no idea what to do. He had to stop it. Harry wasn‘t sure if he or Snape had ended it last time, but it kept going today, much to his horror. The dream went on as Snape leaned down to kiss him, only lasting a few more seconds before there was a sharp pain in his back. He hissed and opened his eyes, sitting up off of the chair he had fallen back on and pulling it back upright, feeling dizzy for a moment before realizing what had happened. His face burned furiously and he glanced up at Snape hesitantly, seeing the disbelief melt into disgust and then flickered into something…pleased and mischievous that did not settle well with Harry before pulling himself together.

Harry scrambled up and backed away, only to run into the chair again and he stumbled a bit as Snape advanced on him. “Well, well, well, Mr. Potter. I know adolescents are nothing but slaves to their hormones and often enough fantasize about teachers…But me, Potter?” Snape chuckled. “Not only a man, but the professor you and your hooligan friends claim to hate the most? Tsk tsk…there really must be something wrong with you.”

Snape was going to hex him. Or humiliate him in front of the whole school. Or something. Harry just kept backing up as Snape slowly approached him until his back half hit the wall and brushed against a shelf of jars and vials. Everything rattled and Snape gripped his arms and dragged him to the side enough to avoid the now still shelf, put the hands remained on him, holding him against the wall. “This is an interesting development, indeed, Harry Potter,” he murmured. Harry stood entirely frozen, trying not to let that voice or those words get to him or the feel of warm, minty breath on his face. “Umm…I…” he struggled to say. His brain was melted, it felt like. He couldn‘t think, and it grew harder to do so as Snape pressed against him. Only a moment later he felt those thin, warm lips on his, before he even realized what happened. Strong arms wrapped around him and held him against the wall. Harry grasped at the front of black robes, neither pulling him in or pushing him away. He was too frozen in shock and fear and disgust and pleasure to do much of anything until he felt that wet tongue flick across his bottom lip. Suddenly Harry was kissing him back deeply, eagerly, unable to help himself. Maybe Snape was right…Maybe teenagers were a slave to their hormones or whatever, but he didn‘t really care much at the moment. This was, quite literally, a dream come true.

“It appears you‘re not the only one with sick fantasies, Potter,” Snape murmured against his mouth, pressing against him and Harry gasped when he felt Snape‘s hardness pressing against his stomach, feeling his own pants become unbearably tight at the feel of the other man‘s arousal. Snape just grinned against his mouth for a moment kissing him more deeply and Harry pulled the man further against him. Some small part of his brain was sending up warning signals, telling him how very wrong this was, recognizing that something wasn‘t right, but it was hard for Harry to notice that. Not when all of the blood needed in his brain flowing down to his dick. It felt too good to want to stop, too good for rational thinking.

“Stupefy!”

Harry gasped as the strong body against his fell away and crashed to the floor. His heart was racing in fear as he grabbed his wand, holding it up, but almost immediately lowering it when he noticed Headmaster Dumbledore standing there. The man looked confused and slightly worried as he slowly lowered his wand and stepped forward. It took Harry a moment to register the figure behind him walking out of a door Harry had never noticed there before, right behind Snape‘s desk and right across from the other door Harry had entered through. Following behind Dumbledore, looking equally as shocked and horrified, was Snape. Harry‘s green eyes grew wide, turning his head down to the floor at Snape and then up and Snape. His legs trembled and any horniness he‘d had faded away in place of surprise and fear and traces of embarrassment. For now he was too worried about the two Snapes.

“Well, I guess it wasn‘t a student who took your Polyjuice Potion, Severus,” Dumbledore said, flipping over the other Snape.

Snape raised his eyebrow and stepped forward, grabbing the wand out of the man’s robes. “This is Lucius Malfoy’s wand.”

There was silence for several long moments. Harry stared at the other Snape, slowly registering that it had been an imposter. A very cold feeling crept into his stomach and he felt sick. His heart was still pounding harshly in his chest, but it was slowly calming down as Dumbledore and Snape turned over the body and examined him and the wand for a moment while Snape pulled out a few vials of what appeared to be Polyjuice Potion out of the black robes. Harry swallowed hard and slowly moved off of the wall. “Professors…?”

Snape glared at him, trying to look angry, but Harry could tell the man was shaken up. It was a strange thing to see and it only made Harry worry more. Snape opened his mouth to speak, but Dumbledore interrupted. “Any idea how he could have gotten in? Do you think…Draco Malfoy might have aided him?”

“Perhaps. I know the Dark Lord would be looking to recruit him when he is older…He could very well be giving him these sorts of tasks as a sort of test. Though I am not positive as to how…”

“Yes, yes…I shall have to check the wards and speak with the house elves. I‘ll need to have a chat with both Misters Malfoy,” Dumbledore muttered.

“What do you wish to do, headmaster?”

“I am not yet sure…Harry?”

Harry blinked and took a moment before he was able to speak. “Yes, sir?”

“Were you Imperiused, Harry?” Dumbledore asked gently.

Harry blinked in surprise, feeling warmth flood to his face once again as he remembered what had happened…Being caught snogging Snape and it wasn’t even really him. “Umm…No, sir.”

“Hmm…Perhaps someone slipped him something. Check him for whatever Potions or spells you can think of, Severus,” Dumbledore said and Snape started forward and Harry hesitantly shook his head. “Umm…No, sir…It wasn‘t…Anything…” he admitted, swallowing hard. Why did he have to say that? He should have just told them he‘d been Imperiused! It made a lot more sense than what had really happened…Kissing Snape because he wanted to. He was unable to meet their gazes as the two older men just stared at him a moment in surprise. He glanced away and shifted uncomfortably on his feet, hating the way his face was flushed and hoping it wasn‘t nearly as red as it felt.

“Hmmm…I don‘t think there‘s anything we could have him arrested for. Not that there‘s much faith to be put in the Ministry these days…Especially not without a serious offense. Not with his connections…” Dumbledore went on murmuring, mostly to himself as he thought things over. “I suppose I‘ll just have to take him and question him in my office and see what can be done,” Dumbledore said, pulling out his wand again. “Mobilicorpus!” The imposter Snape hovered in the air while Dumbledore nodded to Snape and Harry. “Don‘t worry about this, I‘ll have it taken care of,” he promised. “You should both get right to work. Continue training…Try to be civil. Work hard,” he instructed and Harry got the feeling he meant both of them. “After this…We shouldn‘t take anything lightly,” he said with a nod, walking out of the door with the imposter Snape and Harry was almost offended…He hadn‘t been taking anything lightly! He had been working bloody hard since all of this started! But there were more important things going on than feeling insulted over such a comment.

Lucius Malfoy, a Death Eater, had gotten into Hogwarts. No one knew how. He had seen into his head and he had touched him and Harry had liked it! Harry felt sick to his stomach and he slowly sat down in the chair he had knocked over twice already. Snape said nothing about it. Both remained still and silent for a few long moments as Dumbledore took Lucius Malfoy back to his office.

“Potter…”

Harry reluctantly turned to look at Snape. The man was glowering at him, but he didn’t seem to have enough in him to truly be intimidating. Or maybe Harry just didn’t have enough in him to feel it. The situation had taken them both completely off guard. Snape looked like he wanted to say more…Harry was sure he wanted to ask him about it. About what had happened. But Snape closed his mouth and shook his head. “Legilimens!” he shouted and without any warning he was in Harry’s head. Harry saw the images of the past several minutes play out. Malfoy Sr. (as Snape) seeing that dream of his, then everything that followed right up until Dumbledore Stunned him. Suddenly he was yanked back into reality, slumped back into the chair while Snape turned away from him. “Leave, Potter. We’ll continue these lessons tomorrow,” Snape said, sounding his usual self.

Harry opened his mouth to protest, but not sure what he wanted or what to say, he closed it before standing up and leaving.

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“Severus, settle down.”

“Settle down? That…boy…has been fantasizing about me!”

“It is not unusual for young boys…and girls, for that matter…to have fantasies about their schoolteachers. There’s nothing we can do about what goes on in his own head! There are more important matters at hand, Severus.”

“Of course, Albus,” Severus said, nodding his head and slowly sinking into the chair in front of Dumbledore‘s desk. He still couldn‘t quite get over the strangeness over what had taken place. Walking in on himself snogging that brat was bad enough without being forced to realize said brat wanted him. Dumbledore seemed to be under the impression he should be flattered by it, though Severus hadn‘t reacted all that well to that particular statement. He wasn‘t sure why the very idea hit him so hard or scared him so much, but it did. He didn‘t even want to continue the boy‘s lessons, but Dumbledore insisted it was for the best and promised to get those incompetent mongrels to train him whenever possible. “What did happen with Lucius?”

Dumbledore only shrugged. “He won’t be a problem anymore,” he promised with a smile that didn’t quite match that bitterness in his blue eyes. Before Severus could ask more (desperately wanting to know what had become of Lucius Malfoy and how he had gotten into the castle and other such questions), Dumbledore went on. “Mr. Malfoy was kind enough to give me an idea,” Dumbledore explained. “He brought up the last meeting. Voldemort wants someone to get close to Harry,” Dumbledore reminded him, but Severus already knew all about that brilliant plan. Severus had a sinking feeling he already knew what this was about. “Perhaps, ah, you could volunteer for the job? It would save anyone else from having to repeat (or attempt to) what Lucius Malfoy has done here if you claim the task. And if you can manage to befriend the boy, perhaps it will make both your lives a lot easier with these lessons. You seemed to have been hitting it off during summer. What happened?”

Severus grumbled to himself for a moment. Yes, he remembered how much had changed during summer. How he would actually have civil chats with the little hero brat and actually started warming up to him…Seeing the parts of him that just screamed Lily Evans…The boy‘s mother and Severus‘s one and only friend. His best friend. But seeing more Lily than James in the boy and not tormenting him like he always swore he would, the best revenge on James Potter he could imagine, bothered him. He was supposed to hate the boy and Severus had been doing his damned best to resume to his old, nasty ways with the boy. Then the headmaster had to come up with this brilliant plan. “Albus! The boy--!”

“They’re only dreams, Severus. I doubt the boy will violate you in your sleep,” Dumbledore said, chuckling. “Lucius Malfoy was the one to…ah…violate him. As long as you don’t throw yourself at him, I assure you, nothing will go wrong,” he went on, that damned twinkle back in his eyes.

“I would never--!”

“I know that, Severus,” Dumbledore assured him with a sigh, though he was still smiling and twinkling.

Severus sighed. “Very well. I shall…Mention it…At the next meeting,” he reluctantly agreed. “And I‘ll…Play nice tomorrow, I suppose,” he grumbled.

“Excellent!” Dumbledore said happily. “Sure you wouldn‘t like any tea?”

“No, I believe I shall go to bed now,” Severus said, standing up. He deserved at least one good night’s sleep before going through with this surely to be disastrous plan. As much as he loathed trying to be friends with that fifteen year old Gryffindor brat, he knew Dumbledore had a point. Better Severus appear to be taking on the task of getting closer to Harry than someone who would actually hurt him and hand him over to the Dark Lord. “Good night, Albus.”

“Good night, Severus!”

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