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Coming Home to You	By : freakenbree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 25092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Author’s Note: Another chapter for my wonderful fans! I’ve got major food poisoning, but still managed to write this chapter…hehe.

To my reviewers! I know Snape has been pissing off some of you with his wish-washy behavior, but I will not displease you with this chapter!

Coming Home to You by Brianna West

Chapter Five

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Severus Snape would read headlines tomorrow: “Hogwarts Potion’s Professor Defiles Wizarding World’s Boy-Who-Lived!” He inwardly groaned as he stormed from the room containing the source of his anguish. After allowing his weaker half to control him immediately following the retrieval of Potter from Lucius’ estate, Severus had finally done what he had long fought himself against. In a matter of a week, Harry Bloody Potter had turned his world upside down and proven fallacy to all he believed the boy to be. Not to mention, Lucius’ drive to ‘court’ the boy, a laughable concept, had also done to rattle his usually calm reserve. Now, he had naked Golden Boy, curled into his bed asleep after being taken entirely too violently on the couch in the main living room where he often taught the boy. Oh the irony was not missed by this sardonic potion’s professor.

Severus returned to the room he had let himself go wild within. As if expecting the room to clue him into how the incident had gotten entirely out of control, he searched the fixtures and furniture. When nothing was found, he threw himself into his favorite armchair to wallow once more in his own thoughts.

He would simply need to obliviate the boy to avoid further progression of an unnatural relationship development. Severus stood and headed towards his bedroom once more, but paused midway through the hallway. He no longer found comfort in that sort of idea as he turned and walked the opposite of his room. He could always feign ignorance or blame intoxication. He turned back towards the room door to plant the evidence of his said intoxication, but quickly discarded that scheme as well. Severus stood awkwardly caught between heading into the room, hand on the knob, or fleeing the residence all together to gather his thoughts. A soft noise alerted him to the boy, dragging him from his thoughts.

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Harry roused from his dreamless sleep, suddenly struck with the long, angry pain that came from his lower backside disabling his movements. He groaned deeply as he once more tried to shift, but was once more overwhelmed by pain. He looked about the room, swiping rebel hair from his eyes, and gathered that he was, in fact, in his potion’s professor’s room. At least what had occurred was not a dream. His professor was nowhere in sight he finally determined after having looked about the room. Disappointment bellied deep within him. He hated to admit defeat to his own feelings, but there was no more denying that Snape meant a great deal to him; enough so that he would allow the man to shag him senselessly.

He vaguely recalled how it all had started, but he remembered the way the man’s voice had become enriched with animalistic passion. He also remembered the way the man’s expression faltered into that of lust and passion crazed anger when he was thrown into the soft, obliging couch beneath him to be taken in no time at all. Harry had not even mentally prepared when the man had sought to penetrate him. Though he had imagined what his first time would look, sound, and feel like many times in his fantasies, the reality was entirely different. Snape had been rough; despite the man having prepared him, it had not been enough to keep away the vicious pain that had ripped through him, slicing within him like a knife through skin. It had bloody hurt—more than Harry had ever imagined it would. However, there had been comfort in the man filling him. He felt safer than he had ever felt his entire life within that brutal touch.

Harry moved again, biting his lip harshly and hissing his displeasure as the pain once more sliced through him. The door to the room opened slowly, and the man who had been his every thought over the past few days strolled in. It was as if nothing had occurred as the man advanced towards him and pulled open the bedside table drawer. He grabbed a red liquid potion and handed it to Harry.

“For the pain,” the other said as he turned away. Harry watched the man as if in a daze. How was it that Snape could act so indifferent when only moments ago he had violently penetrated Harry to oblivion?

“Uh,” Harry finally managed. “W-What—“

“Return to your room as soon as you have taken the potion,” Snape said cutting off his attempts of clarification. Harry watched the man as he walked easily to his desk and sat down, pulling a parchment and quill from the drawer. Snape began to write, ignoring Harry who still sat rather motionless on his bed. Harry felt his stomach twisting violently as he did his best to understand what was truly happening. He knew that it hadn’t been a dream by the way his backside was screaming at him in protest, but why was Snape so at ease. Was Harry the only one that felt like the world had gone tumbling over, sending him flat into reality and skidding against the hard ground of confusion?

“Don’t you bloody do that,” Harry finally hissed.

“And what, pray tell, Mister Potter am I doing?” Snape regarded him from the desk.

“You can’t act as if nothing happened,” Harry said his heart threatening to break through his chest. “Don’t be cruel.”

Snape was watching him and Harry worried his lower lip as the man seemed to be settling on something to say. Harry felt remorse biting at his throat. He could not stand it if Snape disregarded him again; not after they had done that bringing about the slightest bit of hope in Harry. After moments of silence, Harry drank down the potion and after recovering from the pain, moved from the bed to stand, forgetting just how naked he was in both body and emotion.

“I won’t let you act like nothing happened,” Harry said his voice betraying his fear, but his eyes remaining strong.

Snape let out a sigh as he stood from the desk and pulled a robe from the chair near it. He walked over to Harry and draped the robe about his shoulders, eyeing the boy carefully. The robe was long and on Harry, it pooled at his feet as he shifted beneath it, determined not to back down.

“I am aware fully of what has transpired,” Snape said as his face betrayed nothing to Harry. “I should have controlled myself better, and for that, I apologize.”

“So you think it was a mistake,” Harry said internally scorning himself for his voice pitching towards the end. He was not going to cry, not after all he had been through to remain courageous in the face of this overly confusing man.

“Mistake,” Snape said as he seemed to settle around the thought. “It was a mistake that I did not take more care to treat you as you deserved to be treated. No person deserves to be brutalized in such a way as I did you, Potter.”

“I think you can call me Harry considering you’ve seen me stark naked, professor,” Harry said scoffing a bit. “And to make this clear, if I didn’t like it, I would have pushed you away.”

“That may be,” Snape said resting a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “However, you are ignorant to the world being but a child.”

Harry clenched his jaw. “I am not a child! And I do know a lot about the world considering every day I exist is only to one day try to kill Voldemort and probably not live through it! So don’t you dare say that I’m ignorant because I live as an adult every moment that Dumbledore implores me to be someone I’m not and take responsibility for all of those people in which rely on me to succeed.”

Snape’s jaw clenched when he mentioned Voldemort’s name, but he seemed otherwise to listen coolly to Harry despite Harry’s obvious anger. They watched each other for moments before Snape once more spoke.

“What do you expect of me, Potter?” He said slightly defeated in tone.

“I am just asking you to take responsibility and tell me why we’re here,” Harry said his own defeat lacing his words. “Take responsibility for making me have these…feelings.”

Snape did not respond, only stepped further forward so that his breath was warm against Harry’s face. Harry felt his heart tighten in his chest once more as the man’s eyes danced with something akin to arousal. Despite his every urge to place a passionate kiss on the man’s thinned lips, Harry stood strong against the man’s gaze. If Snape would only express what Harry already knew to be true, it would save them a lot of heartache.

“Again,” Snape said, drawing close so their mouths were mere millimeters away. “I have entirely underestimated the Gryffindor in you, Harry.”

Harry made to respond, but his mouth was stopped with a searing kiss that sent his back arch against the force of it. The man’s arms held tightly around him, holding him hard against him to keep Harry’s body from buckling. Harry moaned against the mouth and tilted his head back farther to accommodate the man’s kiss further. An impassioned tongue rolled through his mouth, tasting every part of him and once more setting his own arousal ablaze. His professor’s mouth was possessive, much like his actions, and Harry couldn’t help but curl into that embrace submissively.

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Potter was absolutely wanton in his eagerness for Severus’ kiss. The boy all but submitted to him with one possessive kiss and Severus could not help but appease the boy’s need by further touching him. When those emerald green eyes looked upon him, courageous and passionate, he had but all faltered in his thoughts of distancing himself from the act in which he had only but an hour ago committed. He wanted to possess the boy once more, but this time had mind to do it in a gentle manner in which the boy had deserved for his first time. Severus no longer denied the boy; he knew that sooner, rather than later, he would have to admit that his desire of the boy was entirely too powerful to dismiss. Too long he had withstood his desires against the boy’s mother, but never had the passion reached what he felt for the boy. Potter…rather, Harry had Severus’ body working against all he willed it to do. Before he could think, his hands were all over the boy, touching, caressing baby-soft flesh and eliciting an awakening within him that made his long years of love of the boy’s mother seem inconsequential and meaningless.

Leading Harry to the bed once more, he pressed the boy tenderly into the soft mattress, watching the way the boy submitted to him so easily. It derived a smile even despite his need to lay claim to the boy’s mouth once more. If Harry had been this submissive earlier on, he might have gone a bit easier on the Gryffindor during their lessons. However, that was neither here nor there as he pressed gentle yet domineering kisses to the boy’s exposed flesh. The robe in which he had covered the boy in was drawn open seductively exposing the boy. He was breathtaking sight to behold; Harry’s skin was sun-kissed from his days training for Quidditch, tussled hair that was a beautiful mess of brunette trusses, slightly defined muscles on a slight form due to years of off and on malnourishment, plump strawberry lips that were just as succulent, and last but certainly not least, the eyes of his mother. However, Harry’s eyes held their own. While the colors were similar, the emotion that floundered through them was the boy’s own and left Severus entranced against his better judgment to look away each time they gazed upon him.

Severus drew his hand over the boy, touching perk nipples which elicited a soft gasp from those strawberry lips. The addicting manner in which Harry splayed and arched against every touch was something in which Severus had never once experience in all the years he had been alive. It was remarkable the way the boy was entirely too seductive; it truly made one believe the boy was rather experienced at being a submissive partner. Severus pressed his lips to the boy’s once more in a demanding kiss, his fingers traveling to the boy’s seeping erection and touching the hardness with a placid grasp.

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Harry could not hold back his vocalization at the way the man touched him. The difference from before and now was phenomenal. He almost could not recognize the hands that now roamed over his erection and chest. The man before him was an entirely different beast: kind, gentle, and knowing to his younger lover. Harry let out a gasp as a Snape traveled down the length of him and enveloped his need within the hot cavern of his mouth. An expert tongue ran the length of him, sliding and swiping at his heated flesh as the man moved down and then back up again. Harry twisted his hands in the material below, widening his legs to allow his professor better access to him. Not once did he think of modesty during those several minutes of infinite bliss. He felt the edge of his orgasm and then the man’s tongue swirled around the head and all was lost as he came almost violently into Snape’s awaiting mouth.

Coming down from his high, he barely noticed as fingers pushed into the abused entrance between his legs. Snape was once more kissing him, renewing his arousal as he touched places within Harry that electrified his already sensitive skin.

“You are entirely too delectable, Mister Potter,” Snape said with a low, lustful voice. “We may have discovered something you are talented at.”

Harry groaned as the man twisted his fingers within him rubbing over the amazing spot that sent fire to spread within him like a great forest blaze.

“Is this what you wished for,” Snape continued. “You certainly have become utterly submissive underneath me.”

Harry let out a gasp as the man sucked a spot in the curve of his neck.

“I wonder, is this all that it takes to quiet that insufferable mouth of yours,” Snape growled out and slid his tongue over Harry’s collarbone. “If only I had discovered it sooner, it would have served to keep the headache away.”

Harry arched back as the man took his nipple into his mouth and tenderly bit the nub. He hissed and spread his legs further as the man began to undo his own pants, removing the large erection and pressing it against Harry after spreading a good amount of lubricate on it.

“I can’t help it if you provoke it,” Harry managed between gasps as Snape drove into him. He let out a groan as his body tried to accommodate the length once more.

“I do nothing of the sort,” Snape said grinning above Harry as he drove to the hilt and sent Harry’s head flying backwards.

“Oh Merlin,” Harry cried out as the man began to thrust in and out of him, but this time less violently. He felt every slid of flesh and could not help the series of curses that left his mouth following the minutes of thrusting without pause. Snape’s hair tickled his face as the man pressed faster still into him, letting out a few groans himself as Harry tightened around him in his impending orgasm. When they both could not hold out any longer, they came staggered by a few thrusts. Harry went lax beneath the man as Snape made to pull out and rest just beside him. Harry’s labor breathing coupled with lack of vocal constraint filled the air between them for minutes following.

“Merlin,” he once more expressed.

“My sediments exactly, Potter,” Snape said coolly having regained his composure over the last few minutes. Harry could see the man was still rather labored in his breathing which made his mouth upturn slightly in triumph.

“I think you need to call me Harry,” he said laughing as the man looked at him with a cocked brow.

“Why so persistent about your forename?”

“Because when you call me ‘Potter’ it makes me feel like we’re back at Hogwarts,” Harry expressed seriously though the hints of a smile were tainting the corners of his mouth.

Snape let out a small chuckle which caused Harry’s faint smile to broaden. “Harry, you may call me Severus only in private is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” Harry said let out a long breath. “Um, Severus.”

Severus rose and looked over at the mantel. “The Headmaster will be here in the morning, so I think it better you return to your room.”

Harry did not want to leave the haze of the room. He worried that if he left, everything within it would return to what it had been before. What was their relationship now that they had consensually coupled twice in that one evening? As if the man had read his thoughts, Harry was pulled into a tight embrace, devoid of brutality and filled only with warmth and comfort.

“I am not a man that would defile his student without fully understanding what it meant,” Severus said over the top of his head. “However, I do not want to make public what has transpired here, Harry. It would become entirely too difficult if it were made known. I do, however, intend to speak with the Headmaster of it.”

“What?!” Harry almost screamed. “Why? He would make you resign and then we—“

“It is a risk I must take,” Severus said eyeing him. “I will take full responsibility.”

“This isn’t your fault,” Harry said as his stomach clench almost impossibly.

“I am your teacher. It most certainly is my responsibility,” Severus’ voice left no more room for argument, and Harry merely let his gaze fall to the man’s chest in order to avoid his eyes. He could not place where all the emotions had gone at the time, but all he could feel was fear; fear that the one thing he had finally chosen for himself would be taken from him without having fully known it.

Harry rose, keeping his eyes away from Severus. He did not want to see the expression the man had. He climbed out of the man’s bed and made for the door, oblivious of his own nakedness as he trekked the small distance between. He did not see the way the man’s eyes blazed with rage at his scarred backside, or when the man stood and easily closed the distance within moments of him leaving.

“Bloody muggles,” he heard the man whisper as fingers drew over long healed wounds. “How could I have not seen these?”

“I forgot the glamour,” Harry replied absently but realized what it would mean once it made its way to Severus.

“You glamour your scars, Harry?” He traced one of the rather large-scaled ones down the length of his back.

“I didn’t want anyone to see them,” Harry said hesitantly. “I don’t need anyone’s pity.”

He was turned violently and when he caught sight of the man’s eyes, he was left speechless. Severus was full of rage, nothing short of homicidal. Harry clasped the man’s straining biceps and smiled. “Do I have to repeat what I said to Sirius the other day?”

“I should tear that obese monster’s limbs from his body,” Severus said with a hiss.

“Forget them,” Harry said calmly. “It’s in the past and I’m no longer there with them.”

“As it should be,” Severus said as he began to regain his calm. “You shall have a home here, if the Headmaster does not strike me from this world after tomorrow. You will stay here, is that understood?”

Harry merely nodded. It seemed a bit weird at the sudden possessiveness of his potion’s professor. He was just glad that the man finally allowed his emotions to show because it made Harry feel a bit less like some love-sick child when the man returned every one of the emotions he felt deep inside of him.

Harry hesitated but asked his question nonetheless. “Might I just stay with you tonight? If you plan to tell Dumbledore any way, I might as well see you one last night.”

Severus sighed and feigned annoyance. “I do not like to share my bed, Potter.”

“Harry,” he reminded him. “And I’m not that big, so I won’t take up much space.”

“You are absolutely insufferable,” Severus said although leading him back towards the bed.

“What does that make you then?” Harry teased as he slid underneath the covers and was drawn into the man’s arms.

“A fool,” Severus said as they both drifted off to sleep.

To be continued….

End Note: I will have a very long chapter out next week. The shit be hittith the fanith! AHAHAHA…Lucius, Sirius, Remus, Albus, Ron, and Hermione all in next chapter!
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