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Infinity	By : Spamilla Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 28436 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Infinity
By: Spamilla
Chapter Six: Meeting with Draco
A/N: Oosh, I'm sorry, everyone! I know it's been a while since I've updated, but it's been because I've been so over-worked with classes and the like. Never fear, I don't intend to drop this fic, but if you've read my other works, you know I have a bad tendency to start off strong and then lengthen when I update. It's all unintentional, but it does happen.
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Severus looked down at the serving Infinity that he was to give Harry that night. The tests from the other Deatheaters had been going on for over three months. The information was in and Severus knew what to expect for the most part.
A month after use, the user was so degenerated that they weren't recognizable. They cared about nothing more than pleasing the person who had claimed them or when they would be getting their next hit. They had stopped eating for the most part and hardly slept. Their features began to sink and they lost more weight then was healthy, but they were surviving.
How could Severus consciously do that to Harry? The boy had done nothing but be a pest these last few years. Being a bother didn't automatically sign one up for this.
However, Dumbledore had made a point. He wasn't the only person within these walls that could slip Harry the drug. There were several within his own house that could do it. There were children who could be imperiused outside his house into doing it. The point was, if Voldemort wanted it done, it would get done.
The man sighed as he looked down at the tea he had prepared. Voldemort would want his memories of the night. He'd want to watch Harry take the drug and would want proof that Severus had claimed him. The pensive in Voldemort's lair had already been set up so that he could indeed witness the chain of events.
Snape had to be very careful with what he allowed the Dark Lord to see. It was in his and Harry's best interest if he didn't see everything and some things were changed.
The thoughts of hurting the boy had been eating at him. He found he had trouble sleeping. Dumbledore and Voldemort both had no idea what they were asking of him and neither of them seemed to care. He didn't want to hurt Lily's son. There had to be another course of action for him to take. One that Voldemort didn't know about and one that Dumbledore didn't see.
The man had been thinking about this a lot as well. Having Harry under his control was a good thing. It meant that Harry wasn't under Voldemort's control nor was he under Dumbledore's…
Tipping the vial into the cup, Severus pulled out a small spoon and stirred carefully. Harry was going to be here any mo—
A quiet knock reached Severus's ears and he winced.
"Enter, Mr. Potter."
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Harry had been waiting outside the Astronomy Tower since four that afternoon. The sun was still shining brightly through the window when he had arrived and now the walls around him glowed faintly with the striking hues of the moonlight.
The chimes from the bell tower told him he had less than an hour until he had to meet with the Potion's master. His head was hurting and his body was beginning to ache, longing for that next hit of Infinity.
Where was Draco?
Harry drew his knees to his chest as he sat there beneath his Invisibility Cloak. He had carelessly forgotten the Marauder's Map in his room after he dropped his books off. He'd prattled some excuse to Hermione and Ron and quickly left the room. They were probably worried about why he had he hadn't shown up for dinner.
But he didn't care. He had to trust that Draco was going to get him out of this mess. He didn't want Snape to touch him anymore. He didn't want to yearn for the drug anymore. He would be able to fight against Snape now, with Draco's help.
Harry jumped when he heard footsteps. Looking up, he saw the tall, lean frame of Draco Malfoy standing before him in the door way.
"Potter?"
Removing the Invisibility Cloak, he approached the man. Knowing that Draco had the drug on his person made him want to hurry and get started as soon as possible. He wanted Draco to free him before his body betrayed him and led him to Snape.
"Why are you so late?" Harry questioned quietly, folding his cloak and shoving it back into his bag. He didn't like how weak and desperate his voice showed he was, but he didn't care at the moment.
Draco paled slightly. "I was being questioned by the Ministry about my father. Obviously, you know that he escaped from Azkaban. I keep getting questioned about it. You aren't the only person to have had problems with the Dark Lord's return."
"H-how do you want to do this?" Harry asked, wanting to change subjects. He didn't want to get personal with Draco. He wanted to get the over with.
Draco looked at him and pulled out a small vial of the familiar powdery substance. "Get into the classroom and strip. I guess the fast way is the best way."
Harry felt a deep flush heat up his features. The fact that he was going to have to have sex with Draco hadn't left his thoughts. He knew that was part of the plan, and yet he couldn't shy away. He wanted this to be over more than he didn't want to have sex with Malfoy. If letting Draco have him once was going to end his problems, why not?
However, he couldn't help but notice that Draco seemed just as nervous as he did. Draco didn't seem as adamant about this as before. It was beginning to show to Harry that he was serious. He really wanted to help him for his family.
The Gryffindor couldn't help but question the crude way that Draco had approached him the day before. He had been so cold about it all, acting as if he were helping Harry when they really were helping each other out. It must've been the golden tongue of the Malfoy to be all talk. He supposed when it came down to the actual act, Draco was as nervous as Harry was.
He reluctantly obeyed. He took a calming breath and walked into the classroom.
The cold of the classroom chilled him as he entered. He ignored this and walked over to the largest desk, that being the one of the lecturer.
"Go ahead, Harry. Strip." Draco was standing just inside the room, the door shut behind him. The look on the blonde's face told him that he was nervous.
Harry, slightly unnerved at Draco's use of his first name, swallowed thickly and nodded his head. He watched as Draco turned around and placed a few wards on the door so that they would not be easily interrupted and Harry felt a sense of calm at the thought that they would be mostly alone.
Tossing his cloak to the side, he shivered slightly. He wasn't cold, but he was nervous. He was about to have sex with the person he had spent the biggest part of his school time hating. But if it took him away from the worthless feeling he had been feeling over the last few days and took away the want for the drug, why not do it?
"Hurry up, we haven't got all day." The moment he said this, he heard the bell toll, signaling eight. He was now missing his meeting with the Potion's master. It wouldn't take Snape more than a moment to realize that Harry wasn't waiting for him out there.
He thought that he wasn't out there, waiting for the man, scared him. He had been told to be there. The man was going to be upset with him. What if he didn't give him anymore of the drug?
Before Harry realized what he was doing, he was at the door, trying to open it. He had to get to Severus and apologize.
However, he felt Draco wrench his hands off of the door and shove him to the ground.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, Harry?!" Draco yelled angrily as he approached the Gryffindor.
Harry scooted away from him, his eyes averted. "I have to get to Severus. He expected me at eight. I have to be there or he's going to get angry and he won't give me any more of the drug."
Draco scoffed, his mouth falling open as he pulled out the vial again. "Have you honestly forgotten why you're here at all, Potter? Just let me have you and take control. Let me free you before he gets here."
The word 'free' caught Harry's attention. He looked up at Draco and he tensed. The need to see Severus wasn't leaving him, but he tried his best to crush it. He needed to let Draco to do this. It was his only chance. He just had to get away from the other man.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Harry found himself asking. It was a good question. What made Draco so sure that he would be free of Snape?
"I told you I was one of the Deatheaters that had to experiment with it, Potter. I had to give the drug to someone and we had to see how easily the spell could be broken. It turns out that it doesn't really mind who gives the drug, it's all about who claims you."
"What's stopping Snape from claiming me back?"
"Nothing, but at least you'll be of a clear enough head for long enough that you can go to the authorities. Snape wouldn't be dumb enough to destroy by forcing you a second dose in one night." Draco sighed and grabbed the cuff of his cloak, pulling it up. "Now, come on."
Harry's attention was grabbed when Draco pulled off his cloak. Again, he looked away. He was too flushed at the idea of seeing Draco naked even if this wasn't supposed to be a loving experience. The Gryffindor just wasn't used to the idea of having sex with anyone, in fact, he wasn't used to the idea of having sex at all.
"W-we need to hurry. He'll start looking for me," Harry said. He felt awkward as his body was aching for Severus to give him the drug and to use him again while Draco stood before him with his salvation.
Draco sighed. He stood before Harry wearing nothing except for a pair of silken black boxers. Harry was simply in pair of his own white underwear.
"I… I don't know if we should do this, Draco. Snape is going to find me."
"We have to. If I let you out of here, he's going to question you and you are going to tell him the truth. He's going to turn me over to the Dark Lord and I won't have another chance. It has to be now." He looked away uneasy. "We can make it gentle, but you have to take it now."
Draco pulled put the small vial of the drug and nodded at Harry. "Here, come on."
Harry quickly approached Draco and nodded his head. He felt his stomach tense as he took the vial and quickly down the substance.
The familiar dizzy feeling came over him and Harry felt his legs quake beneath him. He was vaguely aware that he was no longer standing before Draco, that he was now on the floor, looking up at the blonde.
A shudder ran up his back as he felt an immediate need. His body was beginning to ache for someone. He thought he ached for Snape. He wanted the man who had laid claim to him.
Glancing down, he saw a pair of hands beginning to sheepishly tug as his undergarments. A small moan erupted from Harry's mouth as he dizzily ran his hands down his body and helped the hands remove the bothersome clothes, kicking them away the moment they were down far enough.
"I was even more nervous about this the first time." Harry heard Draco utter. The high was still wrapped around Harry's head. Draco could've been saying anything and Harry would've found it alluring.
A groan erupted from Harry's mouth as he felt Draco's hand wrap itself around his member. He clenched his eyes shut and arched slightly into the hand. He felt so hot, he needed someone—anyone.
And despite the fact that Harry's body knew that this wasn't the familiar touch of the man who had already laid claim on him, it wasn't that hard to disregard. He needed someone.
However, the next thing that Harry noticed was the release of his member. Wearily, he looked up and saw a dark figure above him and knew that it wasn't Draco.
Lolling his head over, he saw the form of Draco Malfoy lying motionless on the floor.
"W-what?"
"You've been naughty, Harry. And here I've been trying to help you," the voice tutted.
Harry tried to open his mouth to say some choice words of his own, but the dizziness had yet to lift, and soon a hand replaced the work that Draco had begun.
"Ngh, Please…"
"You'll have me, Harry, but I'm going to punish you. Who told you that you could see Mr. Malfoy?"
Harry cried out as he was bodily moved. He was flipped over onto his stomach. His legs were forced apart. He looked back and saw Snape behind him. He was undressing at the moment, the flesh of his pale chest coming into view as he unbuttoned the front of his robes.
"Prepare yourself, Mr. Potter," the strong voice said. Harry nodded, obeying as he lifted a heavy arm to his mouth to wet his fingers before moving to his entrance, gasping as he pressed a digit into himself.
The feeling of his finger inside of himself was teasing. He wanted so badly for the man behind him to be inside of him, making him his.
"You could've gotten me into a lot of trouble tonight, Mr. Potter. What would you have done if you woke up knowing that Draco had had you? What did he tell you?"
Harry cried out as he pressed a second finger into himself. "He t-told me he'd free me," he shuddered.
"He did? It seems strange that Draco would go against the Dark Lord's orders. He wasn't supposed to pocket the powder when he was testing it. He could get into a lot of trouble. Why do you think he'd free you? Why did you believe him?"
Harry didn't want to answer the questions. He wanted Snape inside of him. "P-please, sir," he whispered.
"You'll wait," Snape said, voice stern. "We're going to have a talk. What makes you think that Draco was going to help you, Harry? How do you know he wasn't just going to turn you over to the Dark Lord, himself?"
"He wanted me to spare his family if he got me away from you long enough to tell the authories," he panted, his body beginning to writhe.
Harry watched Snape looked back at Draco and sigh. "The three of us are going to have to have a long talk. Are you ready, Mr. Potter?"
To Be Continued.
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