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Pandora's Box - COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30647 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Thank you to everyone reading this story ;)

I apologize in advance for the poetic license I’m taking with the final battle - it is not DH compliant

Warnings- attempted rape - sorry.

Latin translations - if you want to know; Post ostium aperire = reveal behind the door. Clarius = louder

Harry stood mute, his face probably looked stunned. Draco looked amused by the turn of events, he turned his gaze to a smiling Miss Raven.

“You and Potter know each other?” Draco asked the interest evident in his voice.

Flustered at the prospect of Malfoy finding out anything about him, Harry dropped his glass. The champagne splashing Draco’s very expensive designer suit.

“Bloody hell Potter, you clumsy idiot!” Draco shouted.

“Draco, be a darling and fetch me a drink.” Her tone polite yet full of authority. Draco huffed at Harry but retreated immediately to search for the bar.

“Boys? Can’t you just get along?” she laughed.

Harry spluttered, eyes darting around the room to check if anyone was watching the exchange between them. She narrowed her eyes, looking alert as she looked with him. Leaning forward to whisper in his ears.

“Who are we looking for?” Harry laughed at her conspiratorial tone.

Her eyes filled with humour as they broke apart. She straightened his now crooked bowtie, gentle fingers running along his lapel.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

“You told me to come, you’d already had an invite hadn’t you?”

She shrugged her shoulders and looked in the direction of the returning Draco. His scowl visible even from across the room. She tutted, casting an admonishing eye at Harry.

“Don’t blame me for him being a prat!” Harry said indignantly.

Her eyebrow seemed to get even higher, Harry wondered if she had taken lessons from Severus. Thoughts began to race through Harry’s mind.

Why was she here with Malfoy?

is he a client?

Isn’t he supposed to be gay.

He opened his mouth to speak, Miss Raven shook her head at him.

“Now is not the time, questions later.” She turned to Draco and graced him with a stunning smile, with wary eyes on Harry he returned it.

The master of Ceremonies announced dinner, the guests began to make their way to the main hall. Harry reluctantly went to get Hermione, consciously keeping one eye on Miss Raven. She appeared to be having a long discussion with Malfoy. The blond kept looking over at Harry with a inquisitive look, then turned back to say something to her. Harry watched her expressions, she smiled at Malfoy and lifted her hand as if expressing that the subject was of no interest.

Unfortunately, the seating had been set, Harry found himself far away from Miss Raven. Only able to catch glimpses of her as she chatted with ministry officials that had been seated next to her. Harry found his eyes drawn to Malfoy, who was sitting examining his wine glass as if it held the secrets of the universe. Harry felt sorry for the prat as it was obvious that he felt out of his depth and clearly uncomfortable.

“Does Malfoy usually come to these things?” Harry asked Hermione.

She followed Harry gaze, shaking her head. Her eyes briefly flared with some emotion, Harry wasn’t sure what is was. Face lighting up as if she had seen someone she hadn’t for a while. Harry frowned, his gaze tracing where she had looked, not noticing anyone that they both knew apart from Malfoy.

“Not usually, You’re not going to start an argument are you?” her voice wary, prepared to tell him off if necessary.

“No, the past is the past.. I’m a grown man now.” Harry huffed and turned his attention back to his dinner. The meal seemed to go slowly for Harry, snatching glances at Malfoy and Miss Raven. She seemed to be popular with the surrounding guests, they all tried to monopolise her time but she would be polite and speak but appeared determined to include Malfoy.

I wonder if they would talk to her if they knew what she did?

With an uncanny sixth sense, she turned to lock eyes with Harry. She winked, tilting her head to indicate for him to follow as she excused herself from the table. Harry waited for a few minutes not to be obvious and got up to walk towards the direction of the rest rooms.

The corridor was deserted as he looked for her, a delicate hand grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a small office.

“You keep staring in my direction,” she patted his shoulder, “People will think you’re in love with me.. Or Draco.” She laughed at the last two words.

Harry felt annoyed at her always trying to make him laugh and change the subject, he pulled away with a huff. Feeling bad as a look of hurt graced her beautiful face, her eyes downcast.

“Sorry, but why are you here with him?”

She didn’t reply, Harry immediately assumed she was refusing to answer him. A memory floated into his mind.

There are secrecy charms in place.

“You can’t tell me if he’s a client?” She raised her eyes, a glint shining in the azure blue.

“He’s a friend.”

“Am I a friend?” Harry asked, curious to hear her answer.

The smile that lit up her face made Harry realize why the men and the women at the dining table had flocked for her attention.

“I’d like to think so.”

“Is he a friend,friend or a fuck friend?” Harry kicked himself for being so rude, her laughter was music to his ears, “Well, I heard he was gay?”

“Oh Harry, you’re funny,” she wiped her eyes, “You’re here with Hermione, are you sleeping with her?”

Harry spluttered at the suggestion, about to go off on a tirade until he noticed the look on Miss Raven’s face. Mirth clear on her delicate features, a tiny smirk in place.

“He’s a friend, Harry.” she reached into her purse and pulled out a shiny silver ring. She tapped it and it enlarged, the ring growing in the palm of her hand. Harry’s face flamed red when he realized that she was holding a cock ring . She handed it to him, his fingers shaking as he took it. She leaned to whisper in his ears, the moment erotic and filled with tension.

“A gift from your master.” she pecked him on the cheek. With that she left a flushed Harry standing alone, cock beginning to harden at the thought.

Taking five minutes to calm himself before he returned, visions of walking into the ballroom with his tuxedo tented at the front, the Daily prophet would have had a field day.

Hermione sat waiting for him, the rest of the guests had retired to the ball room for a night of dancing. Harry froze on the spot when he saw she was not alone, sitting next to her was Miss Raven. Harry looked around for Malfoy, finding him standing by the bar, drink in hand. A perplexed look on the blonds’ face matching the look that Harry was sure was on his. The two women hugged affectionately and broke apart. Harry was even more confused, Miss Raven kissed Hermione on the cheek and made her way over to Malfoy.

Malfoy appeared to be bewildered by the turn of events and asked her a question. She shrugged her shoulders, Harry could hear a melodic laugh from across the room.

Head full of confused thoughts, Harry walked over to a smiling Hermione.

“Who was that?” he hoped his voice sounded casual and uninterested.

Hermione shook her head at him, rolling her eyes in a ‘Harry you should know’ way.

“She’s the auror that saved me from Greyback,” looking at the stunned expression on Harry’s face, “You don’t remember do you?”

Auror? She’s an auror?

Harry shook his head, memories of the final battle were somewhat jumbled and he didn’t remember things that happened just after. The healers at St Mungo’s said it was post traumatic Stress. Harry believed that something’s were not meant to be remembered.

Hermione sensing his distress, patted his hand in an affectionate manner.

“Its ok, I didn’t tell you all of it.” her voice was shaky and quiet. Harry had the feeling that the memory was difficult for her. He looked into her brimming eyes, suddenly feeling ashamed that he couldn’t recall what she had told him. An image flashed through his mind, hazy and disoriented.

Smoke poured along the corridors, Ron held a crying Hermione in his arms. Harry stumbled towards them, noting that her shirt was torn and her lips were bleeding, a bruise forming on her cheek. The sound of Ron’s soothing voice drifted to his ears even with the noise of battle around them.

“Oh Herm, its ok.. the bastards dead, please tell me you’re ok.” Ron’s voice cracked with emotion, holding Hermione close.

Harry pulled Hermione into his arms, she hugged him tight. Unshed tears in her eyes as the separated. He looked up to see concern on Miss Raven’s face and intrigue in Malfoy’s.

“Its ok, I think that it would be easier,” she paused, clearing her throat nervously “if you watch the memory.. I still can’t talk about it.” Hermione’s tiny voice made Harry want to cry.

Hermione straightened her shoulders, sniffing and wiping her eyes. Standing with confidence, playing the role of strong, carefree Hermione. Harry knew what it was like to pretend that everything was ok when it wasn’t. His thoughts drifted as she went to talk to find someone, mentioning something about a pensieve as she left.

She’s an auror

She was at the final battle

He looked at Miss Raven from across the room, she and Malfoy having what appeared to be a heated discussion. She touched Draco’s arm and led him from the room, turning to look at Harry as she left. She graced him with apologetic smile and was gone.

A smiling Hermione returned with an Ministry Official from the Auror Department. Harry noticed that the smile seemed plastered on and did not reach her eyes.

“While its unorthodox to allow you use of a pensieve viewing room,” the bald overweight man looked excitedly at Harry, “Given the person wanting to use it is you Mr Potter, I will break the rules just this once.” he whispered the last part, face shining with chance to do something that was not the norm.

Harry felt the tension radiating from Hermione as they were led into a large room, standing in the middle was a viewing bowl. Harry remembered back to the one in Dumbledore’s office. A memory invaded his mind.

“Severus, you must be the one to kill me.” Dumbledore slumped down into the chair, exhaustion on his ashen complexion.

Severus sat with his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking. Harry could hear the muffled sobs emerging from the normally stoic man.

“Please, don’t make me.. Let Draco do it!” He screamed the last words. His eyes were brimming with tears but still filled with a wild look.

Dumbledore looked at him with great affection and sighed.

“It must be you, would you have Draco commit such an act?”

Severus paused, then shook his head, “No, I can’t damn him to hell,” he sighed, a defeated sound. “I’m already due my place, why not cement it.”

Harry wanted to grab him and tell him he didn’t have to do it. Screaming at him to just give up his role as a spy and be on the side of the light.

“Be with me!” Harry shouted.

The thought making Harry gasp and stumbled. Heart racing as he realized what he had been thinking.

I want Severus

I want my master to be him

What if it’s not?

“Harry, are you ok?” Hermione’s own face pale and drawn. An expression mirrored by Harry. The official seeming to sense the tension, quickly explained how to use the pensieve. Harry already knew but let the man think he was doing something useful. Hermione thanked him as he left them alone. The silence seemed to fill the room, Harry struggled to breathe with the weight of it.

“Harry, I can’t watch,” she looked at him, he nodded his understanding and she tried to smile her thanks.

She pressed her wand to her forehead, the misty white swirls drifting as she placed them for Harry to view. Waiting until she had left the room, Harry leaned over the bowl. The tugging sensation in his stomach as he fell through snippets of memories.

Landing in the smoke filled hallway, Hermione running to keep up with Ron. Ron’s’ voice echoing to her, “We have to find Nagini!”.

Ron racing ahead, turned a corner, Hermione sped up to keep sight of him. Harry could hear her frantic breathing.

A rough large hand shot out of the shadows, grabbing Hermione around the face, hand over her mouth. Her screams muffled in the now deserted corridor. Harry reached out to her, scared when he realized that he could not touch her. His heart beating wildly as he watched her being hauled into an empty classroom. Hermione struggles had freed her wand, it fell useless to the floor beyond her reach.

Harry winced at the sound of her head hitting the stone floor as she was thrown to the ground. Greyback towering over her, face contorted with malice and Harry noticed lust. Harry brought a hand up to his mouth to stop the moan of anguish from spilling out.

“Such a pretty one.” Greyback drooled, a sly smile on his face.

Hermione moved weakly, the blow to her head making her disoriented and fuzzy headed. Her eyes widened with terror as the room came into focus. Desperately, she scrambled to move away from him, a swift kick to her stomach leaving her writhing in agony.

“Now, now my pretty.. You’re not going anywhere.” his laugh filling the room. Harry stood, fists clenched ,a feeling of despair settling over him.

Please, please.. Let Ron come and find her!

Greyback knelt down, grabbing Hermione’s kicking legs and spread them apart. Placing himself between them, Hermione whimpered and aimed a punch to his face. He laughed at the blow, returning it with one of his own. The dull thud of his fist connecting with her cheek made Harry seethe with rage. The fight left her, she slumped at the punch. Her eyes staring at the ceiling, the blow having stunned her.

The tearing of cloth catching Harry’s attention from watching Hermione’s dead eyes. Greyback grunted at the sight of her breasts, his hand coming up to squeeze them as if testing their weight. He brought his face close to her and crushed theirs lips together. The kiss awakening Hermione, she clawed at his arms, leaving red welts. The brute seemed unaffected by the treatment, the kiss became more brutal. Harry ran to jump on him, falling though as if made of smoke. Lying on the floor helpless to do anything, the tears began to flow. A line of blood ran from Hermione’s lips where Greyback had bitten them.

Pulling back with a bloody smile to reach down and cup himself through his trousers. Harry felt the bile rise as he noticed the erection that was straining the material.

“I’m looking forward to making you scream.” His words had a breathy quality. Hermione started to cry, quiet sobs. Harry ached to touch her and pull her away from this nightmare.

Greyback undid his trousers, stopping suddenly. He pushed the tip of his wand under Hermione’s chin, her tears falling down her pale face. Her body was trembling, he pushed harder. A sick smile on his face as he lifted his eyes to stare past Harry.

“Ahh one of the Ministry’s finest, come to save the day?” He spat with laughter in his voice.

“Come to kick your fucking arse!” Came the heated reply, Harry spinning round at the sound of the usually melodic voice filled with rage.

Standing in the doorway was Miss Raven, wand in hand. Bloody and covered in dust, torn dragon hide trousers revealing a cut along her thigh. Hair in a high ponytail, a smear of blood on her left cheek. Harry gasped at the expression in her eyes, it was murderous.

Greyback smiled and pushed his wand further into Hermione’s neck, making his intention clear. Hurt him and Hermione dies.

Miss Raven’s expression softened as she looked at Hermione, sadness clouding her blue eyes. Carefully she stooped down to put her wand on the floor, Harry wanted to scream at her for surrendering to that bastard.

Lifting her hands to show she was unarmed she slowly entered the room, one eye on Hermione the other fixed on Greyback.

“I’m unarmed, let the girl go.”

“How about I don’t,” he laughed, palming himself with his other hand, a filthy smile on his face, “How about I fuck this little bitch then I fuck you!” He bent down to kiss Hermione again, eyes open to watch the reaction.

Harry shouted at him to stop, Miss Raven’s fists were clenched but she appeared calm. A breathtaking smile crept across her face as she spoke in those low seductive tones that Harry had heard before.

“How about you restrain the girl and fuck me first?” she added a little wink, Greyback’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. Pulling his wand away from Hermione long enough to cast a binding spell.

“Don’t!” Hermione’s anguished pleas directed at Miss Raven. She looked at her and gave her a smile.

“it’s ok.” she said as she was pulled into Greyback’s waiting grasp.

His hand came up to her throat, Miss Raven seemed unsurprised by this. His fingers wrapping around, choking her. With a cruel laugh he licked across her mouth, making her lips shine. The look in her eyes made him pause for a second. His fingers digging in painfully, she made a gurgling sound, Hermione screaming for him to let her go.

He turned his head, eyes sparkling with power.

“What can you do to stop me, no wand, what a shame.” he taunted, he turned to Miss Raven, “No wand for you either my beautiful blue eyed bitch.” his saliva dotting her face. A slow malicious smile crept across her delicate features, Greyback’s eyes widened. A swift move that Harry barely saw, a flash of steel.

Greyback pulled back from her, his fingers slipped from her throat. She stood watching with gleeful eyes, Harry shivered at the expression on her face. Greyback went to speak but a low wet gurgle escaped instead, Harry noticed a line of blood on his neck.

The sound got louder, Greyback with frantic eyes reached for his throat, blood flowing steadily.

“No wand, but a big fucking knife!” she laughed, Harry noticed the concealed arm brace gracing her arm, the retractable blade now back in place.

She slowly walked towards the dying man, eyes filled with a smile. She leaned next to him, he went to grab at her but he found his arms incapable of movement.

“Poisoned blade, try and call for help.. Oh you can’t.. I severed your vocal chords.” Greyback slumped forward, blood splashing on the floor, rapidly pooling as he bled out onto the stone.

Miss Raven ran to Hermione, grabbing her wand to free her.

“Are you ok?” she asked with a slight rasp to her voice, Greybacks fingers had left prints on her neck.

Hermione was staring at the now dead body of Greyback, she nodded.

“Who are you?” her voice timid and tiny in the room.

“I’m Auror Laine.. Call me Vivienne.”

Harry found himself sitting on the cool stone floor, the pensieve in front of him. Tears in his eyes, he stood on shaking legs.

Vivienne.. So that’s her name

Hermione!

Harry ran from the room to find Hermione sitting outside, tears drying on her face. He pulled her into his arms, whispering how sorry he was and he was glad that bastard was dead.

“Its ok Harry, I think I’d like to go home now.. Is that ok?” she sniffed and Harry lifted her to her feet.

When Harry got home after spending several hours with a still tearful Hermione, he found that he was not tired. He looked at the clock and noticed it was just after midnight.

Technically its Friday.. I could just see of he’s there.

Not even bothering to change out of his tuxedo, he flooed to Pandora’s Box. The man at reception seemed unsurprised, obviously Vivienne had given him orders to let Harry straight in. The bar was busy, various couples placed around the room. The oiled man from last time spotted Harry and gave him a leering smile. The memory of Greyback’s similar smile still in Harry’s head made him feel sick. He turned his stare away and walked to the bar. Ordering a fire whisky he scanned the area looking for her.

Disappointed when she appeared to not be in the bar, he caught a flash of familiar blond hair.

Malfoy

Harry followed, the blond walked down a long corridor, a door off to the side. Harry could not yet see if the blond was Malfoy so continued his investigation. The man went through the door, closing it behind him. Frustrated Harry stood outside only able to hear muffled voices from inside, a woman’s voice and a man’s were all he could make out through the heavy door.

With a flash of inspiration, Harry pulled his wand, searching his memory for a spell the twins had given years before.

“It works like a charm,” Fred had laughed as they stood outside Snape’s room. Harry nervous and his stomach was filled with butterflies.

“What if he catches me?” He asked timidly, his fourteen year old

voice still in the process of changing.

George pulled him into a friendly hug, Harry smiled.

“You’re only checking..” George began

“To see if the lovely..” Fred continued

“Professor is there.” George said a laugh in his voice.

They held up Harry’s wrist, his wand shaking. He repeated the words and the movement they had taught him earlier.

“Post ostium aperire.”

The wall in front of Harry’s eyes became transparent, he panicked for a moment thinking he had vanished it. George clapped him on the back and they congratulated him. Both running off to cause some mischief, leaving a flustered Harry staring into Snape’s private quarters.

At first it seemed that Snape was not there, Harry raise his wand about to take the spell off when Snape appeared. Harry stumbled backwards, landing on his arse with a loud thud.

SHIT SNAPE’S NAKED!!!

Harry nearly shouted the thought out loud but bit his lips to keep quiet. His eyes fixed on the vision of a wet and naked Professor. A towel around his neck, a line of water running down his chest. The dark hair glistened as the droplet made its way down, Harry’s avid eyes following it as it disappeared into the treasure trail that led to Snape’s cock. Even flaccid it was huge, Harry gulped at the sight. His own cock standing up to attention at the thought of the man. Harry realized where his thoughts were leading, stunned he scrambled to get up, casting a ‘finite incantatem’ as he ran away.

Harry almost laughed at the memory now but a niggling thought was stuck in his head.

Even then I wanted him.

“Post ostium aperire.” Harry whispered the door becoming transparent.

�Harry nearly stumbled back at the sight that greeted him. A slender, naked dark haired man was attached to some sort of cross, Harry racked his brains to think of the special name for it, having seen one before.

A St Andrew’s cross!

Eyes widened even more at the sight of a naked Malfoy standing there with a wicked looking flogger in his hand. Harry struggled to breath as he noticed that sitting on a high backed throne like chair was Miss Raven. Still dressed in the outfit from the ministry, she sat observing the proceedings. Appearing to Harry to be giving Draco instructions. He winced as the flogger connected to the man’s back, the red welt vibrant against the man’s pale skin.

“Clarius.” Harry said, hoping it would work. The sound of the room filled the corridor.

“Yes, that’s it.. Keep the flogger loose in your hand,” Her voice calm and clear, “Remember Draco restraint.. A dominant never loses control.”

“Yes I understand.” Draco answered, the flogger swishing through the air, the man’s moans loud as it hit his back.

“You like that?” Draco asked, his voice seemed calm but Harry detected a tremor in his tone.

“Yes. Yes Master.” The man shouted, his voice filled with pleasure.

Harry unconsciously started to touch his cock, the shaft firming under his light caresses. The plug still inside shifted slightly as he tensed at the sensation of his cock hardening. He let out a groan, the man in the room echoed his sentiment.

“You can’t follow rules can you?” a low husky voice whispered in his ear, Harry jumped at the feel of the dark man’s breath against his ear. Stumbling back into strong arms, they came around holding him in place. Harry looked down at them, muscles straining in his forearms, the tattoos vivid colours. The large phoenix on his forearm caught Harry’s attention.

Where the dark mark would have been.

Harry tilted his head back to rest on the man’s shoulder, exposing his neck. Rewarded with a small kiss on the pulse point. Harry moaned and turned his head, their lips brushed gently. Dark eyes fixed on his then the man pulled away. Harry groaned in disappointment, a strong hand came up to grab his neck. Turning Harry’s head back to the scene beyond the door.

“You like to watch?”

“Yes.” Harry whimpered, the man’s fingers tightening slightly on his throat.

“You want to the fuck the pretty blond!” His voice suddenly filled with malice, the fingers digging painfully into his flesh.

Harry shook his head, confused at this reaction. He reached up to grab the man’s hand, turning his wrist and placing a tender kiss on the throbbing pulse. The fingers relaxed enough for Harry to take a gulp of air.

“No! I want you and only you!” the rasp in his own voice made Harry’s heart race. The man turned him round with gentle hands, the mask still in place. The black eyes scanning Harry as if checking he was sincere, a smile graced his thin lips. He pulled Harry against his chest and devoured his mouth, tongue hot and probing. Harry melted into his arms, the feeling of desire racing through him making him light headed. Cock straining in his trousers, a callous palm rubbing him firmly. Harry’s hips thrusting, fucking himself against the hand. A low laugh inside his mouth, the man’s tongue lapping forcefully at Harry’s.

They broke apart, both of them panting. Harry looked down and moaned at the visible erection straining in the man’s leather trousers. The shaft long and thick. Harry ached to have it in his mouth again.

“Do you have my gift?” The dark man sounding husky as he asked.

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the shiny cock ring. The man held out his hand, with trembling fingers Harry handed it to him.

“Here in the corridor or in the room?” the man asked, Harry felt confused, the man laughed.

“Your punishment, here or in the room?”

The word punishment instead of making Harry scared seemed to be the trigger for his cock to spit pre- come inside his trousers, the feel of it running down his heated shaft made Harry moan. Turning to look one last time at the room, Draco now fucking the man with sure and steady strokes. Vivienne watching from her chair, a cool detached look on her face.

“Room.” Harry whispered.

Yelping when the man picked him and threw him over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing. Harry ran his fingers down the muscles in the man’s back enjoying the feel of them moving under the skin. The raw power and strength of the man washing over him as he was thrown onto the rubber covered bed. The feel of the cool material slick under his fingers. A moan slipping out as Harry looked at the man standing at the foot of the bed, the wild look in the ebony eyes exciting Harry more.

The feeling of magic running over him increased his erection. The spell leaving him naked and the plug was gone. His body felt strangely empty without the sensation. Harry could feel his pucker flutter at the vacant feelings. The man reading his thoughts again, loomed over him. His face close to Harry’s, his breath ghosting over Harry’s lips as he spoke.

“Don’t worry. I’ll fill you back up.” fire lighting up his eyes.

Harry wanted to wrap his arms around him and pull their bodies together but he resisted the urge. Letting the man control what would happen next. Disappointed when the man got up from the bed and walked over a table. Various objects shining on there, Harry couldn’t see them all. His heart skipped a beat when the man turned, a shiny black dildo in his hand. Long and thick almost a copy of the man’s. With slow deliberate steps the man returned to the bed, the excitement filling the air. Harry’s panting the only sound.

Climbing to place himself between Harry’s thighs, Harry opened them automatically earning a kiss from the masked man. Before the kiss could become anything further, the man pulled away. Reaching to the side of the bed, the cock ring shiny in the torchlight as he slowly pushed it over Harry’s foreskin. The cool metal felt strange on Harry’s cock, a slight discomfort as it fit snugly into place at the base of his now throbbing length. The fact that the man’s finger had caressed the shaft as he put it on had done nothing for Harry’s ardour.

Sitting back to peruse his handiwork, the man moaned softly. The sound causing Harry’s cock to twitch. The man palmed his own cock through his trousers, the words take them off on the tip of Harry’s tongue. Biting down hard to stop himself, the coppery taste filled Harry’s mouth. The man ran a single finger across the slit on Harry’s cock, gathering the fluid there. He lifted the finger to his own lips and licked it clean. The sight was too much for Harry, he whimpered and shook. His balls tightened and he screamed as he experienced a dry orgasm. Heart pounding and his mouth dry, Harry collapsed back into the mattress.

Gentle kisses on his lips brought him back to the land of the living. The man now naked on the bed with him. His body magnificent, muscular and perfectly toned. The snake tattoo moving languidly, the snake tasting the air around it. A large dragon on his hip and most of his left leg, a Hungarian Horntail breathing smoke as it shook its scales. Harry distracted from the rest of them by the sight of the man’s huge cock, the head bejewelled with clear drops.

Harry’s mouth filled with saliva, his tongue aching to lick it clean. Strong fingers reached to trace along Harry’s chest, flicking the hard nipples as he passed them. Harry moaned at the sharp sting that came with the flick. Hips jolting up with the sensation, Harry’s cock still engorged, a darker pink now with the blood trapped behind the ring.

Deft fingers trailed through Harry’s pubic hair and came to rest at the base of his cock. The fingers fluttered slightly, the grip switching from light to firm and back again, just teasing Harry. The finger retreated and continued their journey, bypassing Harry’s cock to trace delicately over his aching balls. Moving to end their exploration at Harry’s fluttering entrance, the ring of muscle relaxing. Harry waited for the fingers to move, they traced around the ring of muscle, a fingertip dipped inside. Harry moaned, the man kissed his right nipple, tongue lapped at the hardened peak. The finger tip withdrew, Harry’s entrance trying to clench around the retreating finger tip desperate to pull it back in.

“Patience.” the deep voice admonished.

Harry arched off the bed as two fingers thrust inside him, the pleasure pain burning feeling making him whimper with need. Hard and fast the fingers moved, soon joined by a third. The man shining with sweat as he finger fucked him. His own grunts mixing with Harry’s gasps.

“You like that?” he asked in strained voice.

Harry struggling to form a coherent sentence, nodded furiously. The man licked across Harry’s mouth, pushing his tongue in to devour Harry in a steamy kiss. The fingers never stopping, the man swallowing Harry’s moans and plea’s for more.

“You want my cock buried inside your tight arse?”

“Yes!” Harry managed to shout.

“Yes, my cock filling you up, spreading you open?” The man’s voice seemed breathless and husky.

“PLEASE!!” Harry panted after the scream left him struggling to breath.

“You didn’t follow the rules.” the voice stated, cold and emotionless. Harry opened his eyes and looked at the man, pleading with him to forgive him.

With a smile on his face, the man pulled his fingers out. Harry whining at the empty feeling, the whines turning into a scream as the man thrust the thick dildo into him. The burning feeling making Harry gasp, panting through the sensation.

“You haven’t earned my cock yet.” he moved the dildo back slightly, casting another lubrication spell on it before sliding it back in. Harry whimpered, the feeling of being stretched bordering on painful, he lifted his hips. Biting his lips to stop the moans as the dildo rubbed against his prostate, the painful feeling quickly replaced with pleasure. The man seemed happy with Harry’s responses thrusting the plastic cock deeper and harder.

“That’s it, imagine its my cock splitting you open, filling you up!”

The dream from the night before flashed through Harry’s mind, his cries became louder.

“Please, yes, yes.. Fill me up with your cock!” Harry screamed thrusting himself down to match the upward thrusts from the man.

Harry’s eyes were squeezed shut as he moaned, unable to look at the man fucking him with the dildo. Knowing the visual would have pushed him over the edge again, Harry jumped as something soft rubbed across his lips making them wet. His tongue instinctive peeped out to taste, the bitter salty essence on his tongue made him open his eyes. The man had moved to place his cock by Harry’s mouth.

The dildo still being pushed and pulled out of him, the strokes deep and slow. The tip constantly against the nub of pleasure. Harry saw stars, he opened his mouth to gasp, the head of the man’s cock slid across his tongue. Harry found himself twirling his tongue around it, sucking at the slit to get more of the bitter taste.

“Good slave.. Close your eyes and imagine I’m fucking you at both ends,” he pushed his cock deeper in Harry’s mouth as Harry’s eyes fluttered shut, “You’d like that wouldn’t you, me fucking your mouth and that pretty pink hole at the same time.”

Harry moaned around the shaft, sucking it deeper into his mouth. The man thrust forward, sliding into Harry’s throat. Harry relaxed and didn’t panic at the sensation., instead he swallowed around the spongy head. Rewarded with a low moan and the dildo thrusting deep, ramming hard into his prostate. Harry kept his tongue moving as the man pulled out before sliding back into his throat. The pre-come running freely into Harry’s mouth, dripping down his throat. He hummed, the vibration making the man shout out loud, his thrusts with the dildo hard and fast now.

Both of them moaning, Harry swallowed, his tongue tracing along the throbbing vein. The combined feeling pushing the man over the edge, the member in Harry’s mouth erupted. The come pouring down Harry’s throat and filling his mouth. Humming his pleasure at the mouthful, swallowing everything the man gave him. Tongue chasing any spills as the cock was pulled from his mouth. Harry sighed and licked his lips.

“Good boy.” the man croaked out, slamming the dildo fast. The little nub being rammed constantly, Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He whimpered and pleaded to the man.

“Please let me come, I’ll be good, please!”

The pressure built behind the ring, the feeling becoming painful. The feeling suddenly relieved, the ring removed. A sharp thrust of the dildo followed by the barked order.

“COME!”

Harry stopped breathing, his body seemed to fall apart. Muscles clenched, back arched and his balls spilled copious amounts over himself and the bed. Harry saw stars, white spots in front of his eyes. The spurting seemed to go on forever, he heard the sound of clapping.

Disoriented, he opened his eyes, unable to even care at the sight of Malfoy and Vivienne standing in the doorway. Malfoy watching with shocked eyes, Vivienne smiling brightly as she clapped her hands.

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