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Beyond All Morals	By : Tokugawa-Blitzer Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 21606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Punishment Part I

It was a dark and stormy night...

Well, it was certainly stormy- but it wasn't quite night yet, though it was getting there.

The storm had started just before lunch time, and the rain continued to pound mercilessly into the side of the castle- the lightning streaked across the angry, cloud ridden sky, and the thunder clapped loudly behind. It seemed fitting; Harry's whole day had been shit anyways.

It had only been a few days since his brilliant plan to give Snape a blowjob during class, as well as his little chat with Dumbledore. If he thought it was bad when the rest of the faculty found out about his relationship with Severus, it was far worse now that the entire student body knew.

He had not considered this when he had planned to pleasure Severus- having it double as their relationship outing for the entire school. And he severely regretted not thinking this crucial detail through before exposing their relationship to the whole student body.

Harry was pretty close to going AWOL, and possibly committing mass murder.

It was a surprise that Snape hadn't beat him to it, though every house was nearing negative house points. Harry had heard that the Potions Master had given so many detentions that just about every Professor had at least five students to oversee. Not only was Severus on a war path, he was back to ignoring Harry, though this time more severely than ever before. Harry couldn't bring himself to put Snape through more of his antics, without fearing for his life.

The night of the classroom fiasco, Severus had forced Harry to come down to his quarters so they could talk. Harry didn't do any talking all night because the Potions Master stood there yelling at the young wizard for at least an hour.

Once the lecture had ended, Severus had kissed the boy hard in his anger, and for one brief moment, Harry thought he had been forgiven. However, within mere moments, Snape pushed him away violently, and then kicked the bane of his existence out of his rooms.

By the time Harry had tried to go back in, Snape changed the password. You can't find a way to speak to someone who pulls out all the stops to avoid being seen with you.

For now Harry let the situation be, and he hadn't had any more bright ideas since. How could he, with Snape refusing to acknowledge him?

In fact, it had been four days of Severus' cold shoulder.

Then there was the Headmaster, and while Harry adored the man as he held a special place in his heart- who was he to butt into other people's private affairs? Not to mention trying to add student-teacher relationship guidelines to school policy.

Dumbledore was the one who suggested he go after Snape in the first place! Harry refused not let the old man interfere with his relationship with Severus, or what was left of it that is…

It was getting close to dinner and Harry was walking to the Great Hall. Ron had dragged Hermione with him earlier, so Harry was forced to head there alone. Not that he was complaining or anything, it was nice to have a quiet moment alone as he was the talk of the school once again.

The Boy Who Lived was shagging the greasy, vile, dungeon bat.

Many years his senior.

Who was also his Professor.

Harry had thought he had heard the worst of the rumors and insults during his life, but his new found notoriety was something different. Never before had he been the subject of this much negativity.

Most of the Gryffindors acted like they were betrayed by Harry's relations with the Slytherin professor, and took to glaring and name calling. The Hufflepuffs gave him odd looks of awe and fear, and refused to get within three feet of him. The Ravenclaws ignored him for the most part, though they had really never paid him much attention in the first place. Luna was the one exception, she acted like nothing had happened, and Harry had a great deal more respect for her because of this. The Slytherins were by far the worst; some laughed and teased him, spread some of the nastier rumors, shoved him, and just about anything else one could imagine.

Harry ignored it all the best he could, though it was difficult when your rival house and your own house drove you into near madness. It became especially difficult when the man that had helped to cause all of this attention was ignoring his very existence, forcing Harry to go through this torture alone.

There were very few people who were accepting of his new dilemma.

Hermione was probably the most supportive, as she knew precisely what Harry was going on about the first time he spoke of preventing Professor Snape from attending the monthly teacher's meeting. Ron was probably the worst among his friends, it looked like someone kicked Ron's puppy when he had confronted Harry. It was the more likely reason Ron had dragged Hermione away before dinner time, which was fine, Harry would give his best friend some space to cool off.

'I've put this off for long enough,' Harry thought to himself, carding a hand through his riotous locks and leaving the abandoned corridor; where he had been watching the violent storm through the large windows. He couldn't hide in this wing of the castle forever, as much as he wished he could. Harry knew he had to suck it up and deal with this like a man. This was nothing compared to Voldemort, he was confident in what he had with Severus. He wasn't at all embarrassed by the fact that his lover was Severus Snape.

Harry continued musing about things as he navigated the corridors almost mindlessly, not paying attention to the fact that someone had began to follow him. This continued on until Harry reached the open doors to the Great Hall, when the person who had been following Harry finally made his presence known.

"Hey Potter!" Theodore Nott called, forcing Harry out of his thoughts.

Harry stopped and turned to face the seventh year Slytherin boy as he came up to stand next to him. The smirk that graced Nott's face and the way his eyes sparkled with a mischievous, trouble-making glint made Harry want to grind his teeth and sneer. He did his best not to quickly draw his wand and spell Theodore's bollocks off for an extended period of time.

"What do you want, Nott?" Harry said indifferently.

"I'm sure you've heard the rumors, Potter. Do I really have to explain?"

Harry considered this for a moment, he had heard many rumors as of late. Some he was able to live with easily, while others were just plain cruel.

"What, Nott? You're wasting my time."

For whatever reason, those who were already in the Great Hall decided that they needed dinner and a show. They watched intently as the conversation between the Gryffindor and the Slytherin continued.

"The upper year Slytherins have a running bet you see," Theodore chuckled darkly no doubt amused that Harry would not bring up the bet on his own. "Most of us have notched bed posts marking each and every one of our lays. We're betting to see which one of us gets a piece of you next, seeing as you have a thing for Slytherins now."

"Is that so?" Harry asked, bringing his right hand up to rub his chin. It was rather entertaining to hear about this from a Slytherin.

"Of course I think you'll sleep with all those who've placed bets, you look like a whore to me Potter, and what you did during Potions class four days ago only confirmed it." Theodore now had a wide grin on his face as he finished his statement.

Hexing Nott's balls off was absurdly tempting right about now, and it took all his self-restraint not to. It wasn't because he was called a whore, but because of how his year-mate was causing a scene, in front of the whole bloody school.

Harry got another stupid idea then, later he would enjoy the benefit of what he was about to do but only briefly.

"I see." Harry put on his best innocent smile, "Who did you place your bet on, Nott?" He asked. Harry was curious of course, but he was going somewhere with this.

Why Harry thought this plan would turn out so much better than his other plans, he had no idea.

"You're a cock sucker, so all of the bets have been on the guys, gay or not. I haven't placed a bet, I'm not into that sort of thing. Though I do question your tastes in...material." Theodore shot a glance towards the area of the Head Table where Professor Snape was sitting.

Severus watched the conversation between his Slytherin and Harry more intently than he should. He did not like it when Nott had looked in his direction, that could only mean that they were talking about him, and he didn't like it one bit.

"You aren't jealous now are you, Theodore?" Harry dropped his voice into a low purr, he put his best lusty look up and closed in on the Slytherin boy. "You can't possibly be jealous of your nasty Head of House, could you?"

Nott froze up as Harry brought his hand up to gently caress his cheek.

"You are, aren't you, Theo? You're jealous that someone as nasty and ugly as Snape could get into the pants of the handsome Boy Who Lived, when you couldn't," Theodore sputtered at Harry's deduction. Even though it was absolutely wrong, if the boy's reaction was anything to go by, Harry's idea was working.

"I-I'm not!" Nott exclaimed while his face colored with embarrassment.

Harry had no idea if Nott actually had any feelings for him, but this plan needed to work.

"Now, now. No reason to deny it. I am rather flattered by your indirect confession." Harry chuckled.

Before Theodore could evade, Harry tugged the Slytherin to him and pressed his lips unto the other young man's. Several gasps could be heard throughout the hall as Harry initiated the kiss that had petrified the other young wizard where he stood.

Severus was positively furious when Harry had leaned in and kissed Nott. Never before has he felt like this, though he absolutely refused to accept the jealousy coursing through his veins. He had the strongest urge to hop over the table and obliterate his young Slytherin, he had no qualms with doing so either. The Potions Master ground his teeth and sneered, he couldn't look away as Harry defiled himself with another's lips. Harry belonged Severus, not Theodore Nott or anyone else, for that matter!

It only lasted about thirty seconds before Nott had regained his senses. It was just a simple kiss, Harry did have some sense of principles.

Harry broke the lip lock and stepped away from the other boy, giving him an amused smile.

"You aren't my type, nor are any of the other Slytherins. I hope that you'll give them the message," The Gryffindor said nonchalantly before finally turning and walking away from the Great Hall, leaving a very stunned but spluttering Theodore Nott, a very pissed off Severus Snape, and a room full of shocked students and staff behind.

Harry went to find a nice quiet place to hide and ask Dobby to bring him something for dinner, as he really did not want to deal with anyone else right now.

Severus couldn't stand to be in the Great Hall a second longer, he couldn't tolerate the whispers and shocked looks he received from the students. He desperately wanted to kill Theodore more than he ever wanted to kill the Dark Lord, but not more than he wanted to kill Harry for kissing Nott.

What was the brat thinking? He honestly had no idea of course.

How had things become like this?

Severus would never admit that he was being ridiculous... ridiculously stubborn. He was already in boiling water- Albus wouldn't leave him be, Minerva kept making lewd jokes -which was surprising to him, he never knew the woman had such a filthy mind-, he was certainly tired of the rumors that had painted him a pedophile.

Pedophilia. Severus snorted, Absolutely preposterous!

It had been the boy's idea most of the time!

He was most certainly of age when they started what ever they had.

The Potions Master stood up angrily, making sure to glare daggers at everyone who looked up as he turned to stalk out of the teacher's entrance.

He needed an adult beverage, an extremely large one, in the safety of his quarters, away from prying eyes and nosy ears. Severus needed to think about what this sudden, overpowering need to claim what belonged to him was. He was possessive of the things that he owned.

It was peculiar to him as he only had very few, brief sexual encounters in the past, and he had felt nothing for any of the people he fucked in the past.

The rage that flooded his person still pumped furiously through his arteries, as he felt the pull of something ravenous inside his gut. The overpowering emotions made Severus feel as though he was not in control of himself, and this irritated him further- he strongly disliked not being in control of his emotions. He prided himself in his fortress-like Occlumency skills, but the raw emotion he felt violently pulse through his body was leaking out effortlessly.

There was only one reason for this.

Harry Bloody Potter.

Something about Harry made Severus lose himself very nearly completely. He had never noticed this before the start of the young man's seventh year, part of him had hoped it was really just a one off; the other half screamed that it would be nothing of the sort, and that part wanted Harry all to himself.

They had so easily fallen into a routine, a familiarity that was far too comfortable and dangerous for his tastes. He might have not received much affection when he was a child, but he often found himself taking it where he could get it. He was surprised when Harry had taken to him so easily after their first fumble, and had been the one coming to him from then on.

Severus had made it to his quarters in a daze, he was distracted to the point that he didn't remember whispering the password to his guardian portrait -"figuli victor"- he made his way directly towards the liquor cabinet. The Potions Master started to reach for the good brandy before he made the decision to stick with Firewhiskey, it was cheap and still burned pretty well as it trickled down his throat. Severus assured himself that he wasn't going to get pissed, but a few drinks would help calm him down, in theory only.

What was it exactly that he felt for Potter?

Severus wondered, pouring himself a glass of Firewhiskey then walking across the room to sit on the chesterfield. It couldn't possibly be love, it was far too early and they hadn't properly 'courted'. He had only ever loved one person, and though that love for Lily had waned and became more like love for a sibling or an old friend, he knew that what he felt for Harry wasn't quite love...Yet.

The thought severely frightened him, that four letter word had him whiter than a sheet. He was too old now to love someone, or so he told himself. He wouldn't admit it to himself, to anyone else, nor would he say it out loud; Severus Snape was afraid to let someone into his life, let someone see him as he truly was. No one had dared to ever venture so close to the bitter, vile, old wizard. Harry could never leave well enough alone.

Severus nursed his glass slowly. Though he was still angry, he felt desensitized, he couldn't register the burn that the liquor usually had as he felt it plunge into his stomach. The alcohol was not able to chase away the possessive animalistic feeling he still felt trying desperately to claw its way out of him.

Perhaps in a couple of hours when it was time to patrol the corridors, catching students out past curfew would make him feel better.

Maybe if he really tried, he could assign the rest of the student body detentions as well.

Harry chose to hide out in the abandoned corridor up on the third floor. He had fond memories of this place, as he and his friends had ventured up here during their first year. Even after all this time had passed, no one dared to come here. It was never stated whether or not it was still out of bounds; he figured that Filch would still consider it as such just to give out detentions.

It was pretty dim, there was no light struggling to sneak through the dirty windows as the storm was still in full swing. There was a soft glow from the torchlight in the other hallway, it made shadows dance along the walls and floor as the flames flickered. The occasional lightning strike did light up the area, but only for a few seconds.

Harry spooned out some of the thick stew in his bowl and let it fall. He wasn't hungry after the little show in the front of the whole school. What was he thinking, kissing Theodore Nott in front of everyone? Oh, that's right he was trying to make a point.

A lot of good that did me, Harry snorted.

He more than likely added insult to injury with Severus. The kiss he gave his year mate was simple and just lips, it wasn't long but it wasn't quite chaste. The funny thing about it was that it wasn't that he was kissing a boy nor was it because it was Nott. It was that he wasn't kissing Severus, and the whole thirty seconds he had his lips pressed to Theodore's his mind was howling in anger.

He felt his insides twist unpleasantly, and he could feel the rage rolling off the Potions Master; which was peculiar as Harry was at the entrance of the Great Hall and Severus was sitting at the Head Table with the rest of the staff.

Harry felt absolutely horrid as soon as he broke the kiss.

He felt something trying to tear its way out of his body, compelling him to seek out the one he had betrayed, and it angered him to no end. He knew that he shouldn't feel this way, he believed that the cynical man deserved it after the way he completely ignored him after they indulged in a bit of sex. Harry knew all too well that he had the strong ability to love, but how could he love someone who did this to him every time they were together? He wasn't one-hundred percent sure if it was love or not, but he couldn't keep doing this, no matter how strong his feelings towards the man were.

Harry couldn't keep letting himself become a slave to his carnal urges and needs. He had never dreamed this would happen on the day the little crush on his Professor Snape had manifested. It was surprising that the Potions Master sought him out like he had the night everyone returned to Hogwarts.

The young wizard stared out the pane of glass he had cleaned off and watched the storm rage on outside, and felt the one that raged inside of himself.

He wondered briefly if he wanted to continue on like this with Severus, or if he should end it.

The clock tower struck ten and the bell tolled, signaling to the staff whose turn it was to patrol that it was time for the first sweep of the corridors. Tonight the staff on patrol duty happened to be Severus, Filius, Septima, and two prefects, one from Ravenclaw and one from Hufflepuff. With the storm still holding up it looked like a lot of the normal curfew breakers would be taking a break from bending the rules.

Severus wasn't very thrilled with his duties tonight as he patiently waited with his liquor for the time he must begin roaming the halls, he sighed deeply and slowed his pace to take his time. There had to be at least one little rule-breaking hooligan brave enough to be out right now, it was the only thing that didn't change after the death the Voldemort.

Surely a little storm like this wouldn't put the bloody dunder heads off! Severus growled.

When Harry heard the tenth bell toll, he made his way out of the third floor abandoned corridor and attempted to sneak his way through the halls towards the staircase of the astronomy tower. The torches along the walls were out and it was pitch black, but Harry could navigate the castle blind if he wanted.

He had been out late at night many times before.

Harry was almost to his destination, another left turn and at the end of the hall would lead to the top of the tower.

As he made his left turn and started down the hall way towards his goal, there was a shuffle in the indecipherable shadows of the corridor. The sound made Harry pause and he squinted; his eyes scanning around, trying desperately to see what it was that made the noise.

He could barely see the dark figure lurking towards him from the adjoined hallway to his right.

"Well, well." The familiar voice of Snape drawled, "if it isn't the promiscuous, rule breaking, idiotic brat." Snape growled out the insults. "Out past curfew, again."

Harry spun around to face the opened hall and the form that slowly made his way towards the young man.

"I figured that if I looked long enough I'd more than likely find you out sneaking about." Severus wasn't technically looking for the boy when he started his patrol, he would have preferred it if he had found a different student. For whatever reason his subconsciousness thought it would be a rather brilliant idea to seek out the object of his thoughts.

Little did he know that Harry has been subconsciously doing the same thing.

Harry felt a pang of irritation in his mind and he gritted his teeth. Snape had been doing a lovely job of ignoring him but apparently he couldn't kick the habit of punishing Harry. His mouth spoke before his brain could stop and think.

"I figured you'd keep on ignoring me, Snape." Harry retorted coolly.

"Going to see your new lover, are we Potter?" Severus sneered and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Merlin..." Harry muttered. "What if I am, Snape? You going to stop me? It's not like you'd really care anyways." He crossed his own arms across his chest stubbornly. "Honestly, I doubt you even care that I exist at this point, you fuck me when it's convenient, then ignore me every other second of the day."

Severus walked towards Harry and now stood a good foot away from the younger man. "I wouldn't have to ignore you if you would act your age!" The Potions Master growled. "I can't keep this up if you insist upon acting like a foolish child!"

Harry really did not want to do this right now, he still had a lot to think about.

"If you're going to give me a detention for breaking school rules sir, then do it already. I've got better things to do." Harry snorted, shaking his head, minor amusement making his lips up turn bitterly.

"I should do more than give you a detention, Potter. Especially after what happened at dinner!" The man let his arms fall to his sides, and his hands balled up into fists as the anger rushed back into him.

"I'm sure you're just so cut up inside, Severus." Harry spat. "What does it even matter! You were ignoring me!" The younger wizard shouted as his owned anger washed over him.

"It does matter!" Severus shouted back, "you are mine, Potter, mine!"

Harry laughed maniacally at the thought of belonging to Severus. The man had no right to say those things after the way he treated Harry.

"You've got to be kidding me!" The young man said between laughs. "You've got no right to say that when you run away every time you bugger me."

Deep down Severus knew that Harry was right but he would never be caught dead admitting that the infuriating brat was right. "I will not turn away and ignore when my belongings are tampered with and defiled!" The man growled menacingly.

"Then perhaps I'll just go find someone else who won't ignore me at every turn. Someone who doesn't consider me as just an object to use and push away when it's convenient for him!" Harry screamed derisively.

Severus was having none of this and swooped down on to Harry, shoving him roughly into the wall. The man pinned the younger wizard down with his limbs and weight. "You will do no such thing!" Severus growled. "I gave you a choice that night, Potter," he snapped angrily.

Harry laughed bitterly at the words of the Potions Master. "You didn't say shit until you had me in just my shirt!" The boy growled back, "you fuck me then decide that you don't want to anymore? Grow up already! If I had known that you would do this, Snape; if I had known you'd avoid and ignore me, if I had known that you would become a possessive prick, I would have told you to piss off!" Harry screamed again.

He didn't care if the whole school heard them, though he knew their screams would be masked by the loud noises of storm raging outside.

"You do belong to me now, Potter, I assure you," Severus purred dangerously, "I do not let go of what is mine until I no longer desire it."

"It would certainly be a lot easier if you just said you didn't want me, sir," Harry spat out, as he struggled a little to try and break free from the man's grasp.

"I never said that I did not want you, Potter." Severus murmured kissing Potter harshly, roughly grabbing his body and holding him close as he pressed the boy further into the unyielding wall.

Initially they fought for dominance.

Lips, tongues, teeth all fighting valiantly in a fierce battle of lust. Severus pulled away finding his favorite area on Harry's neck, biting down over the flesh at the junction where the neck met the shoulder, making the young man yelp.

Possessive anger took hold of the older man again as images of Harry writhing under someone else were forced to the front of his mind. If the boy were to carry anyone's mark, it would be his.

The Potions master moved to other unblemished areas of creamy skin, even going as far as shoving the young man's shirt down to leave hickeys.

He would claim the boy as his own, no matter what it took.

After a few minutes, when Severus was finished leaving his marks he pulled away, panting slightly. He ran his fingers over the areas where he had been previously, "These shall stay," Severus growled out, letting his fingers glide over the teeth indentations from where he had first bitten Harry.

"I want there to be no doubt that you do in fact belong to me, and that you are off limits to every other man. Do you understand?" He asked, roughly grabbing Harry's face and forcing the boy to look at him.

Severus didn't pause long enough to wait for Harry's answer, he went to work on the skin over the boy's collar bone.

Harry wanted so badly to press himself further into that burning heat he could feel radiating off Snape's body, through the man's clothing and onto him. However, he knew that if he gave into the pleasure now, he would undoubtedly be left to hate himself in the morning as Snape ignored him once again.

"I don't belong to you, Snape." Harry said more breathlessly than he would have liked, as he tried to push the man off him.

Unbeknownst to the pair, their little argument had drawn the attention of a voyeuristic Phineas who had made himself at home in another portrait on the opposite wall, near the corner of the corridor where Snape had come from.

Harry's attempt at escape was near successful when he pushed Snape back a couple inches, the words that he had spoken had sunk into the man's lust addled brain.

"I beg to differ," the Potions Master growled as he slammed Harry back into the wall.

He captured the younger wizard's lips in another stirring kiss, however it had gentled this time. The kisses had become hotter, deeper, more sensual; Harry couldn't deny his need for pleasure anymore and let himself return each and every one of those kisses just as fervently as Severus was giving them.

Severus was a little more than annoyed by the fact that Harry was still covered in clothing. His hands ripped at the fabric of the school robes the young man wore, frantically tearing the articles off as he tried to get to the warm flesh beneath. He didn't bother removing his own, he instead busied himself with the exposed flesh before him.

Harry tried to help strip himself as his shirt was ripped open, the buttons popping off and falling to the floor. The boy kicked his shoes off and the Potions Master quickly dealt with the remainder of the clothing, flinging Harry's trousers and boxers to the side.

The young man tried to get as close to Severus as he could; managing to hook a leg around the Professor as Severus fiddled with the fastenings of his own trousers, as he did not shed any of his clothing when he had stripped Harry. He freed his needy cock from his pants as he tugged them down towards his knees, and he let one hand grasp the small ass of the boy and his other hand supported Harry's lower back as another leg was wrapped around him.

Harry wanted so badly to feel Severus inside of him, he hated the time he had to wait in between their sexual encounters. He would do anything to have Severus fuck him more often than once a week, to make the man stop ignoring him like he had been.

His professor was an addiction that he never wanted to give up, one that might kill him if he kept suffering from the withdrawals that were induced against his will.

Severus had let the hand that supported Harry's ass retreat down to take hold of his pulsing erection, positioning himself at the boy's waiting entrance, whispering "lubricus" and not bothering to prepare Harry any further. The Potions Master licked at the outer bits of Harry's ear, "I'm going to make you scream..." He said in a husky voice.

"Oh yes...make him scream, Severus!" Encouraged Phineas from the portrait he now occupied.

The man growled but didn't stop, he hated people poking their noses in places they did not belong but he wanted to fuck Potter right now and a stupid talking painting would not spoil this.

Harry muffled his scream into Severus' shoulder as he was breached harshly. His upper back was braced against the cool stone wall, as Snape's hand made its way back to Harry's bum for more support as Severus thrusted upwards at quick pace.

The man longed to look upon the boy with his shirt hanging haphazardly around his shoulders, to see his face as he was fucked over and over because he could do nothing else but hold on, immobilized by the overwhelming pleasure racking his young body.

A high pitched squeak could be heard as the 'lumos' at the tip of Flitwick's wand lit up the darkened corridor where Severus was furiously fucking Harry against the stone wall.

Filius had heard about this from Albus and Minerva but he was quite skeptical that someone like Severus could actually be having sexual relations with a student like Harry.

"I am starting to see the appeal," Phineas murmured to himself paying no mind to shocked Filius.

Phineas seemed to be the only one who noticed Flitwick's appearance, however.

Severus nor Harry heard the high pitched noise as they were lost in their throes of carnal pleasure.

For perhaps the third time in his life, Flitwick was thankful for the fact that he was part goblin, and therefore too short to catch most of this…show. Filius was just short enough that he couldn't see more than the mostly covered legs of Snape and Harry's bare legs wrapped around his colleague, he did not want to get an eyeful of manly bits, thank you very much.

The Charms professor couldn't let this go on though, Albus had indirectly warned the staff to stop these frivolities if they were to happen. As he did not want to be on Albus' bad side, he began to walk timidly forward when Phineas stopped him.

"Don't you even think about it, Filius!" Phineas growled menacingly. The half goblin stared at the portrait with a disturbed look upon his face.

"I-I can't let this continue in the hallways. Albus will have none of it!" He tried to argue. Unfortunately one couldn't argue much with a ridiculously stubborn, long-been-deceased Headmaster.

"Albus can sod off!" Phineas snapped, "If you're quite finished, you happen to be ruining the mood!" He finished indignantly.

Severus was still oblivious to what was happening behind him as he spoke to Harry.

"Tell me, Harry, to whom do you belong?" He gasped as he pumped into Harry faster and harder than they had ever fucked before, his pace becoming frenzied with the need he felt for release.

Harry still refused to say the words, he did not want to openly admit that he did indeed belonged to Severus, though in the back of his mind the thought turned him on more than ever. He shook his head and kept his mouth shut, humming as he was fucked into the wall behind him.

"Tell me!" Severus growled as he shifted to hit the boy's prostate; brutally pounding at the nerves once he was confident that he had found them.

"Fuck you!" Harry screamed, still not budging.

"You will say it!" Severus nearly bellowed, foregoing the fast pace so he could slowly and fiercely thrust upwards into Harry.

Snape would get what he wanted. "You certainly did not have a problem saying it when you were fucked atop the Headmaster's desk." Severus added as an afterthought.

"Such a shame to be dead." Phineas sighed mournfully as he watched. Filius shot him a bizarre look, attempting to keep his eyes on the opposite wall from the screaming couple.

"Say it," the Potions Master growled out, grinding into the boy at an agonizingly slow pace, bringing Harry to near hysterics. He knew the boy's body well by this point, and he could tell that Harry was on the verge of bursting.

But he would say it before Snape would let him finish.

"One last chance Potter, or I will leave you in this corridor to finger yourself. Tell me," the man ordered, bringing Harry's face up to his own to watch the beautiful show the boy was putting on.

"Fuck, Severus…" he panted, almost on the verge of cumming. Snape slowed down even more, and the boy screamed in frustration. "Fine! I'll fucking say it!" Harry wailed as he finally broke down. "I'll fucking say it, just keep going, PLEASE!"

Severus paused, halting all movement as he gazed into the boys eyes, hooded with lust, cheeks a delicious shade of red that only the fiercest of fucks could cause. They seemed to be drawn together by magnets, a certain heat connecting the two that nothing else could penetrate.

"I belong to you, Severus!" The boy sobbed, letting his head fall back on to the wall.

The Potions Master groaned deeply, peppering the young wizard's skin with kisses and returning to his frenzied pace. Fuck, hearing the boy say it…

He felt the coils in his belly tightening with his impending climax. Harry was already there, as he convulsed in Severus' arms, coming in great spurts between them, howling as he went. His back arched up against the wall as he humped madly, in the most delicious sight Severus has ever seen.

The older wizard found that he couldn't continue on as Harry's body began tightening and contracting around his turgid flesh, the boy moaning his name in a fever. He followed moments later, burying his head in the boy's neck, grunting as he orgasmed.

"That was amazing!" Phineas said in awe as he applauded their finish, grateful that the noise of the storm had concealed them from the Harry's ears. He chanced a look to where Filius was once standing to find that the spot had been vacated; quick foot falls echoed through the corridors, and Phineas chuckled darkly.

Harry untangled his legs from around Severus' body, the softening cock slipping out effortlessly from his arse before his feet his the stone floor. He leaned back against the wall as his legs got their strength back, Severus leaned up against both the boy and wall, catching his breath and his own strength.

The Potions Master righted himself and pushed off the wall, taking a step backwards. "Did you enjoy the show, Black?" The man asked sarcastically as he pulled his trousers up and tucked himself back in.

"Of that you can be sure!" Phineas answered.

"I have a strong dislike for voyeurs, Phineas. Next time you decide to watch me fuck Potter senseless I will burn every last one of your frames, mark my words." Severus threatened.

"Don't be that way, Severus!" Phineas complained, "I'm stone dead and stuck in a portrait. I live vicariously through others, you happened to have become one of those people!" The dead Headmaster smirked. "Perhaps next time if you want some privacy you'll bugger the little minx somewhere more private, and away from prying eyes. I am very certain that Filius is scarred for life!" Phineas finally finished as he began to laugh hysterically.

Severus went back to ignoring the perverted finger painting taking out his wand, he said "lumos", squinting as the spell lit up the bit of corridor that they occupied. Harry covered his eyes so that they could adjust to the brightness.

"Gather your clothing and get dressed, Potter." The Potions Master said indifferently.

Harry didn't say a word as he went to pick up the discarded pieces of his school uniform.

Severus watched as the boy bent down to snatch up his trousers and underwear, admiring the way his cum dribbled out of the young man's freshly abused aperture and down the backs of his flushed thighs. Harry wore the thoroughly shagged look so very well, and he couldn't stop the groan that escaped; he could feel his cock twitch with new found interest.

The sound the man made had caught Harry's attention and the younger wizard looked over his shoulder, "see something you like?" Came the cheeky question.

A few long strides and Snape was invading Harry's personal space, spinning him around and gripping the boy's arms tightly. "Indeed I do." Severus muttered against Potter's lips before kissing him. "No one is to touch you, nor look at you in any manner that is more than platonic." He commanded in between kisses, "You are for my eyes only and off limits. Do I make myself clear, Harry?"

He was very aware that the boy had great power over him, and he did not want to let on that Harry had this power.

Harry stared into Snape's dark eyes, searching for something that would tell him that he would not be ignored any longer. He couldn't find anything beyond the solid chill that had always been there.

"Only if you stop ignoring me." Harry said seriously, "I won't let this fuck and run business continue, Severus."

The older man pursed his lips and stared right back at the boy as he weighed his options. He couldn't easily agree to stop ignoring Harry, as the young man caused plenty of troubles for him, but Severus had the hardest time not submitting to the request as well.

"Fine." Severus closed his eyes and sighed.

"Promise me, Severus. I want to hear you say it." Harry dared to say.

Hearing the small boy attempt to take charge over the nature of their relationship was new to Severus, and possibly one of the most arousing phrases he had ever heard while not buried cock-deep into the boy.

The Potions Master let his eyes snap back open and he glared at the younger wizard. He did not usually take to being ordered about very well, but the nervous and uncertain look in the boy's eyes turned his knees weaker than he would ever admit. "I...I promise that I shall stop ignoring you." He said quietly, adding on a sneer as he realized he had come across as too soft. "Are you satisfied, brat? Will you abide by my rules as well?"

This was as good as Harry could get and he knew it. "I will, but only if you keep your promise."

Severus leaned in to kiss Harry one last time before breaking away and heading back down the corridor from whence he came, his robes billowing behind as he went. Harry stared at the retreating form of the man as he tugged his boxers and trousers on.

"Severus has been a spy for far too long to just agree to your terms and make a promise. He will most likely not keep it, Potter." Phineas said solemnly.

"I know." The boy said softly, as he ran a hand through his wild hair. The thought saddened him greatly.

Harry swallowed thickly and buttoned up his shirt as he mulled over Phineas' words. He knew that the deceased Headmaster was right, but he'd hold on to the words and hope that they were both wrong. Now that he was a bit more presentable, Harry made his way back towards his dormitory instead of the Astronomy Tower.

Two days had passed since Harry had kissed Theodore Nott, the fight he had with Severus, the mind-blowing sex that happened because of the argument, and the promise that Severus had made to Harry.

Phineas had been correct so far, Severus had not kept his promise at all.

Flitwick had also reported his run in with Harry and Severus to Dumbledore, and the Headmaster had been paying extra close attention to both of them. Harry had been in an irritable mood when the Potions Master had first broken the promise he had made. Though he had suspected as such, being ignored yet again by the man hurt him deeply.

Harry skipped his potions classes both days so far, and he would skip as many as he could. Anything to avoid looking at the man who wouldn't even acknowledge his existence…again.

Harry had chosen to sit beneath a tree near the Black Lake as he skipped today's Potions lesson. He couldn't bring himself to be in the presence of Severus right now, nor could he stand his school mates.

He felt absolutely foolish for trying to make the retired spy promise him something. Harry knew that he should probably just give up trying and forget about Severus, move on and find someone who actually cared; yet there was something preventing him from doing so. Whenever he tried to think about something else, not Severus, the man had always invaded those thoughts as well. He was becoming increasingly frustrated.

It was a clear sign that he was not ready to forget or move on.

There was something though, now that he thought about it that was very strange. When they had their argument in the hallway near the Astronomy Tower, Severus seemed overly jealous and he had become ridiculously possessive. It was just a kiss but it had made the Potions Master go bonkers.

The things that Severus had said to him sounded a bit odd. Harry was told that he was off limits, but what did that information mean to him though? It was clear that the man had not liked the fact that he had kissed Nott, but it was a strange thing to hear "No one is to touch you, nor look at you in any manner that is more than platonic," just because of one silly kiss.

Severus couldn't keep this up, surely. There had to be a way to get back into that relaxed familiarity that they had once, it had been perfect and Harry missed it dearly; the way Snape had been so open to him was wonderful. Harry needed to make the man understand somehow.

Harry froze and his eyes widened as the thought struck him. Another brilliant plan was taking hold.

The possessiveness!

Harry would have to make a game out of the man's selfishness, though he was not aware of what the Potions Master was capable of. It was one thing to acknowledge that the man's feelings would be out of control where Harry was concerned, but to be going around with the intent of purposely riling up Severus? He was completely sure that he had absolutely no idea of what he was asking for.

He was just as sure that this was the most brilliant plan he had ever come up with.

The real task was coming up with something that would do what he needed. Conveniently enough, Draco Malfoy was walking towards Harry.

Harry never was one to avoid obvious signs.

Two days ago, Draco had watched Potter kiss one of his house mates, which was a mere four days after the stupid Gryffindor gave his uncle a blowjob during Potions. Though Draco had been absolutely furious with Harry after the kiss, he couldn't figure out a way to confront his rival.

What was Potter playing at?

He had calmed a bit since that night, but when he saw that Potter had not been in Potions class today his anger returned to him; and he found himself seeking the bloody Gryffindor out as soon as the class was dismissed.

He had a bone to pick with Potter.

Harry stood up as Draco approached, "For once I am actually glad to see you, Malfoy."

"You're a bloody wanker, you know that Potter?" Draco yelled.

Time had seemingly slowed down to a crawl as Draco lifted his arm and balled his hand up into a fist. There had been no time for Harry to react to the physical assault, as an angry fist connected with a shocked face. There was a loud sickening crack, and a thud only moments later.
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