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To Protect	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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AN: Hey all! Had a lot to do this week so was not able to update as quickly as I hoped. I'm searching for a job at the moment and also spending a good deal of time with my three sick kids, so thank you for your patience. Enjoy!
Warning: This story contains sexual content between two males.
To Protect
Chapter Six
Harry's hands were unimaginably clammy. He had to wipe them several times on his pant leg in order to divest them of the copious amounts of sweat that covered them; it did not help that each time he did, minutes later, he would look to his right and catch the serious face of his former professor. Severus was carrying his usual air as he strode with distinct purpose despite Harry's lack of grace, stumbling to keep pace, at his side.
Every witch and wizard that was caught in their passing would glance at the two of them, giggling and double-taking. Harry felt peculiarly proud as he heard the whispers of two young witches.
“He's devilishly handsome, don't you think Annie?”
“Oh yes,” the other girl, presumably Annie replied in just as hushed a voice. “Those stark features...oh, and he's so very tall. Quite the handsome wizard indeed.”
“The lad at his side is likewise handsome in a boyish sort of way. Do you think they are father and son?”
Boyish...son...Harry had to refrain from cringing.
“Isn't that Harry Potter...” the other girl's voice pitched. Harry immediately tensed at the identification of his person. No matter how many years had gone by, he was still unused to the fame he held. Sighing, he quickened his pace and disregarded the silent man at his side.
“Where are you off to in such a haste, Harry?” Severus called from behind him. He stalled in his stride at his former professor's inquiry.
“No where in particular,” Harry replied dismissively. “Wasn't it you who had errands? Where do you need to go first?”
Unfazed, Severus strode towards him. “Perhaps we should have sustenance before embarking on the completion of my list.” Severus had almost instantaneously reached his side and turned to stare down at him with vague interest.
Harry was immediately aware of the quickening of his pulse at the mere sight of those blazing obsidian eyes. In the daylight, the man was truly a sight to behold. With his hair pulled back and his porcelain white skin, he was a likeness comparable to that of Greek god.
Harry would never had believed in little over a year, he and Severus would be walking side by side on their way to eat without being forced into such a situation. Harry's mind strayed to the day he had first begun teaching at Hogwarts.
First day of Harry's return to Hogwarts on staff...
Harry sat awkwardly at the main table in front of the great mass of students separated into their houses. He twisted his hands in his lap absently having been the first to take his seat. Headmistress McGonagall was already seated and in her usual attire despite her ascent within the school hierarchy.
It was then that Harry noticed with the signature billowing robes the man he had not seen in almost four years since his leaving Hogwarts – since the war that had nearly robbed the other of his life. Harry swallowed around the forming lump in his throat.
Severus Snape was striding with his usual aristocratic grace to the seat beside Harry. The tall wizard was just as overwhelmingly intimidating as Harry had remembered his former professor being throughout his school years. The raven-black hair hung shoulder length, curtaining both sides of the man's almost translucent white skin. The large nose that curved just at the tip was one of the man's most distinguishing features; however, the fathomless eyes, that would nearly arrest Harry into a trance as soon as they were upon him, were by far the most distinguishing of the older wizard's many outstanding features. The older wizard's body seemed fuller, a bit more bulky as if he had been weight training in order to achieve the size; it was nothing like Harry's memory in his school days when the man was merely skin and bone beneath teaching robes.
Harry had been staring and immediately corrected his gaze towards his teaching robes in which he was grasping with a bit more force than necessary, leaving it creased when he finally released it.
“I see I will be incapable of avoiding you even in my professional life, Mister Potter.” The snide remark hit Harry as if he had been physically assaulted.
“Well I was invited,” Harry retorted to the insult on the defensive.
Severus's face remained impassive to the retort. “Do not pout, Potter. It is unbecoming of a wizard your age.”
“Some of us cannot always be full of aristocratic airs, Professor Snape.”
Severus lifted an eyebrow at this. “So instead we must all regress to that of overly emotional adolescents, Mister Potter? Forgive me for not being inconceivably joyous to be cohabiting with the wizarding world's savor. I forget myself. Should I kneel?” The sarcasm dripped like toxic venom from each word.
Holding his rage at bay since it was a very public place to be allowing it to show through, Harry replied in kind, “I would not want to ruin such ancient robes, so you may forgo it for now, Professor Snape.”
Finally, after he was able to pull himself away from the nostalgic moment, he replied with a shrug of his shoulders, “I guess I could eat.”
“Then shall we dine at the Leaky Cauldron?”
“Yeah, that's good. I could use a butterbeer right about now,” Harry said smiling. It had been a while since he had had one so he was quite looking forward to their meal now.
They were immediately serviced their drinks. Harry had immediately ordered his butterbeer which was delightful, and Severus chose a much more refined choice of a 1943 Merlot. The man had extremely expensive tastes. Their meal was, to say the least, awkward. With nearly nothing to talk about, Harry sat staring most of the meal when he was not forcing a fork full of food in; he did note that Severus was just as graceful eater in and out of Hogwarts – most likely an upbringing of elbows being kept from the table unlike Harry's who's elbows were almost always on the table. Harry was all nerves and found that he had little conversation to offer the older, much quieter of the two. 'Not that anything I could possibly say may interest a man of his caliber,' Harry internally berated himself.
When the check came by, Severus immediately paid it in full, keeping the check as far from Harry when he was finished.
“Oh,” Harry said quickly as he dove his hand into his pocket and pulled out his galleons. “What was my portion?”
“It was at my request that you join me, Harry, so you will not be paying.” Harry momentarily stiffened at the gentle tone in which Severus used when he said his name. Severus rose from the chair after leaving a tip and headed immediately for the door. Struggling to keep up with the long-legged strides, Harry followed.
“I really should pay,” Harry began as they entered the outside daylight. He did not realize the unnaturally taller wizard had stopped and immediately collided with the broad backside. The hit almost sent him backwards, but an arm had slipped around his waist and kept him from his backwards descent.
“Must you challenge me on everything?” Severus tightened his hold on Harry, unintentionally bringing them closer together. The half embrace had already sent Harry's heart into overdrive. Calm your feelings...Hermione had warned. Harry did his best to slow his heart, but he could not ignore the way the man's arm around him made him feel safe. It took every bit of his will to avoid curling into the embrace. While his arms hung lax at his side, he angled his neck up to gaze at the taller wizard's eyes.
“Sorry,” Harry mumbled before he was released. He immediately missed the contact but chose to ignore the feelings now close to erupting within him. Holding a hand clenched to his heart, he breathed and then immediately fell in step with Severus who was already on a quest for the needed items of his list.
Several hours later left Harry exhausted from the break-less quest of over fifty ingredients listed. Turning to the man beside him, Harry let out a small groan. “You weren't kidding when you said a list...”
“I do not kid,” Severus's nose turned up in disgust with the word. “Did I not warn you that I was in particular need of several items?”
“Several, yes. Over fifty, no.” Harry grumbled as they made their way through the busy streets.
The light in the sky had turned into a mixture of reds and oranges with the setting sun. It was close to five in evening, and Harry was definitely ready for a comfortable bed to crawl into. Today had been full of...activity; none of it, however, seemed close to what his heart had been preparing him for. His hopes had fluttered early on, but now there was nothing left but a belly full of disappointment.
'Date,' Harry thought distastefully as he followed the tall wizard to the Appartion spot. 'More like a personal servant during his shopping spree.'
They disapparated to the school grounds and immediately walked with a steady pace to their shared rooms. Harry had all but forgotten about his current situation until it was staring him right in the face.
“Hiya, Harry,” Henry smiled as the two of them met in a corridor. “Go out for the day?” Henry asked Harry though his eyes were looking at Severus when he asked this. Harry cringed when the two men all but prickled at the sight of each other.
“Yeah,” he said breaking the large man's line of sight. “We had to get a few things for a potion. I'll be helping Professor Snape with this one as well,” he lied. Henry seemed to lose some of his smile before he renewed it.
“Oh,” he said quickly. “I had hoped we could have a wizard's chess match tonight.”
“I think Harry will be quite busy, Ginley. Pity...you will have to find yourself another partner for your childish games. Come along, Harry,” Severus said, emphasizing the intimate use of Harry's name. The words carried a double meaning, Harry was sure but as to whether Henry had caught on, he was not as confident in. He quickly followed after Severus who had begun to once more stalk to their rooms.
“You will do well to avoid further interactions with Ginley,” Severus stated in a voice laced with frustration.
“I will,” Harry conceded quietly. He was once more colliding with the man's backside. Harry Potter, the defeater of the world's greatest dark wizard, could barely pay enough attention or use enough agility to not collide with the overly tall wizard's backside; he was reminded of just how much his head was in the clouds as he rubbed his face.
“Do you mock me Potter?” Severus seethed.
“Mock?” Harry repeated in confusion. “No, Severus. I was agreeing with you. I should stay away from Henry...”
“Why the change of heart, Mister Potter? It is suspicious, indeed, that you would in the course of merely a day concede to this...” Severus was a bit too close for Harry's liking, so he took half a step back and directed his gaze at the mistrust in the older wizard's eyes.
“I just...” he stammered. Bollocks! Harry cleared his throat and straightened himself, “I chose to trust your instincts in this matter. I am not sure as to what connection Henry has in all of this, but I do trust that you know a great deal more in the matter and are merely saying this in my best interest.” His voice lacked the usual volume, but otherwise, the words were delivered with firm resolve.
Severus seemed to be pondering the words probably looking for any underlying deception they may hold; however, after a few moments, he seemed quite satisfied with it, enough to allow a small smirk to upturn his lips. “Yes, well, it would seem you are not devoid of all intelligence.”
“You are too kind,” Harry responded sarcastically.
“Hm,” Severus hummed as he once more led the way.
They sat in combined silence as they enjoyed a very well-deserved dinner and break. It was a comfortable silence this time, however. Harry was relaxed into the sofa, watching the flames dance merrily and feeling the soft flutters of exhaustion on his eyes. Before he knew it, his eyes were closing, and he was deep into the darkness of his unconsciousness.
It was that feeling again, as Harry floated beneath the surface of his unconsciousness. The feeling of fingers grazing over the skin of his forehead, down the contours of his cheeks, and over the plump of his lips. The overall gentleness of the touch sent a shiver to race his spine. He turned towards the touch as a hand cupped the side of his face. Then he felt his lips being softly covered, tasted with a tongue, and his mind sparked along with his body. He groaned as the tongue tracing his bottom lip dipped into his mouth teasingly before retreating. Harry gasped into that mouth as he did his best to wake himself. However, he was slowly falling, back into his slumber, back to the world of his unconscious.
HPSSHPSS
“Harry,” a voice woke him. He groaned and was immediately aware of the kink in his neck. He awkwardly moved his head as he peeked through his sleep crusted eyes. “Wake yourself immediately before I am forced to cover you in freezing water...”
“'m awake,” Harry mumbled. “What time is it?”
“Midnight,” Severus said as he closed a novel he had been reading. It was something the man did in his spare time; a hobby Harry would have never pegged Severus for having since most of the novels consisted of romance. Yes, it would seem the most feared Potion's Master in existence was a closet romantic. Harry smirked as he rubbed his sleep-crusted eyes. “I have partaken long enough to your incredibly unattractive sleep habits.”
“Sorry,” Harry mumbled sleepily as he stretched. The kink in his neck had him hissing in pain. Seriously, could Severus have woken him sooner? “I'll just be off to bed then.”
“Before you go,” Severus stopped his progression to his room. “I should thank you for your company this afternoon. It was...pleasant enough.”
Harry had all but lost his sleep haze as he stared wide-eyed at his former professor. He shook off his disbelief and gave the man one of his widest smiles yet. “It was fun. Thank you for inviting me.”
Severus hummed his response, and before Harry could ruin this moment with his uncontrollable need for idiotic mumblings, he went to his bedroom and curled himself into his bedding. He could not help the idiotically giddy smile he now wore as he all but lost his urge to sleep. Severus had thanked him; even more, the man had enjoyed spending time with him. Maybe what they shared would be enough to appease his infatuation... Harry smiled to himself again as he lay there for a while before deciding he should sleep.
HPSSHPSS
The next evening, Harry was left grading several second year essays and once more had taken to doing so at coffee table nearest the fire place. His skin had become red with heat, but he felt nothing as his thoughts strayed to the evening before. A door clicked from beyond, and Harry startled from his stupor. He heard the purposeful steps of his former professor as he made his way towards him.
“Should I be even partially astounded you have taken to my coffee table or merely irritated, Mister Potter?” The man's voice lacked its usual agitation and was instead replaced by a mirthful tone. “Though you do look quite at home on your knees...”
Harry swallowed and gazed up at the older man. “Desks are too stiff for me, sir. I much prefer being on a soft rug.” The answering spark in the man's eyes did not go unnoticed, but Harry turned back to his work as if it did.
“The rug does have its uses,” Severus said as he took a seat on the sofa nearest Harry. Harry's hand stalled where it had been grading, and his heart leaped into his throat as the other wizard's voice dropped down an octave. “It serves much greater purposes when you are lying down upon it, Mister Potter...”
'Oh Merlin help me.'
“How nice that it serves you so many uses, Severus.” Harry responded in kind.
“Should I assist you in demonstrating?” the man's voice was husky as he leaned forward. Harry's hand slipped where he had been writing, and a large red mark trailed over the student's writing.
“Bollocks,” he cursed as he waved his wand to erase the mark. “What do you really want?” he demanded as he set back to his work, “or are you here to drive me mad?”
“I was merely conversing with you,” Severus replied casually. “It was you who chose to read too profoundly into what I was saying.”
“Yes,” Harry responded in a disgusted tone. “Entirely my fault, I'm sure. Well then, I have papers to grade so if that is all...”
“Another meeting for the Order is to convene tomorrow evening.”
“I received the owl,” Harry added quickly.
“Would you accompany me for supper immediately following?” Severus asked in his usual impassive tone.
“More errands?” Harry asked.
“Simply dinner, Harry.”
“Hm,” Harry could feel the man's eyes boring into him but dared not to look over. “I guess I could eat.” He almost missed the small smile the man gave way to but had just barely capture the rare sight as he finally gathered himself enough to look over.
“Very good,” Severus was still watching Harry with something akin to desire in his eyes. Harry had once seen a similar spark in the eyes of Oliver Wood when he had approached Harry after Quidditch practice. “I shall be occupied most of tomorrow but will meet with you at the usual location for the Portkey.”
“Okay,” Harry attempted to sound aloof, but his voice was pitched and his grading laid beneath him, long since forgotten.
HPSSHPSS
Harry was making his way towards the Forbidden Forest when someone called out to him.
“Harry,” a voice said, and he turned to find the one man he had hoped to avoid. “Merlin...you're fast...” he breathed in deeply as he grasped his knees. Harry was stiff as the other man gathered himself. “Where are you going?”
“I have a previous engagement,” Harry responded simply.
“You're meeting with him, then,” Henry emphasized his words in a low voice. “You can't trust him. He's an ex-Death Eater, Harry.”
“He was cleared of all charges, Henry, and you will do well to remember that,” Harry warned in a deadly quiet voice. “I trust Severus with my life.”
“He can't give you what you need,” Henry ignored the warning in Harry's voice as he moved forward. Harry's hand gripped tightly on his wand as the man advanced. “He won't be able to. He's incapable of it.” Harry's eyes sparked with each word. Before he could draw his wand, however, Henry had drawn his and had it aimed directly at him.
“Immobulus!”
Harry was immobilized by the incantation; he was struggling inside his head as he lifted, slung over Henry's broad shoulder, and carried off.
“You gave me no choice,” Henry was muttering. “They'll come for you if I don't hide you.” The muttering continued as the large man disapparated them.
Harry could only stare at his former friend's shirt, his mind blazing and in disarray. He should have been more guarded; he could have shielded against that, but he still doubted Henry's involvement. How could he be so daft?! Harry felt the draft through his clothes as the dark around him deepened.
“They would have killed you,” Henry continued as his steps began to echo against stone. The soft splashes of water and steady steps meant that they were probably in some sort of sewer, or maybe a cave. Harry could not think straight. “They wanted me to. Sent me to be the one...but I can't...I won't let them. You're mine...” Henry's voice was hoarse as Harry felt the rumble in the man's chest.
When they finally stopped, Harry was set down on a soft surface and laid out to look at the stone ceiling that was covered in overgrown ivy. He felt the chill biting at his flesh as he lay there. The dip of the bed alerted him to Henry's presence before his words did. “I would remove the bind, but you will try to run away. Understand this Harry, I am only doing this for your own good.” The man's face came into view as firm, unyielding lips pressed to his own. His stomach churned violently in his revulsion. He groaned as he fought against the bind, yielding nothing. “You are mine....” the man's voice repeated into his ear as hands felt their way over his dress shirt. Harry wanted to scream, run away, bite the other man in all of his disgust, but his body would not move – could not move. He felt panic set in as fingers began to unbutton his shirt.
Harry wanted to close his eyes, look away from what was happening, but his body ignored him.
“Stupefy!” a voice hissed. Henry's body flew from him, and his impact marked with the hard thump as it hit stone. Relieved but partially alert, Harry awaited the new captor.
“Finite Incantatum!” Harry's body was immediately released from its bind, and he gasped, sitting up immediately.
“Did that mongrel touch you?” Severus spat as he pulled Harry from the makeshift bed and looked him over. “Harry...what were you made to do?”
Snapping out of his daze, Harry immediately embraced Severus who stiffened slightly before wrapping his arms in turn around Harry's shoulders. “Nothing...” Harry whispered.
“We are to report to Hogwarts immediately,” Severus began as he pulled away from the embrace. “Mobilicorpus.” They immediately disapparated back to the school grounds and greeted by a very pale but obviously relieved Minerva McGonagall.
“Oh thank Merlin,” she breathed as she took Harry into a tight embrace. He coughed as it nearly stole the breath out of his lungs. “I thought the worst...”
“I fear you may be suffocating Mister Potter, Minerva.” Severus offered in a slightly amused tone.
She released Harry almost instantly before calling forward to Aurors. “Take Professor Ginley into custody.” The two men immediately set to their task before disapparating. The sense of relief caused Harry's legs to almost give out beneath him.
“If you are quite well, Harry, I would like to speak with you and Severus in my office,” she said in a soft voice. All formality aside, she was like an adoptive mother to him. She led the way, and though his legs were unsteady, he managed to follow well enough until they reached her office.
“Now then,” she began as she rested her gaze upon Harry. “You will need to report to the Ministry in the morning and stand trial against Professor Ginley, but I would like to know what took place.”
After Harry recounted to her, she only nodded her head in understanding. Harry dared a glance at Severus, but the man was his usual unreadable expression. Harry once more looked to Minerva, who was quietly contemplating in her chair.
“It was luck, Harry, that he had come to have an affection for you. If he had not, the situation could have been increasingly dire.” She gave him a knowing look before continuing, “And he mentioned no names or anything to hint as to who or what had sent him?”
“No ma'am.”
“Then I fear that we cannot rest easy,” she replied gravely. “It will be clear to whomever did send him that he was unsuccessful and thus, they will more than likely send another in his place. Until we can locate the group in charge, I think it prudent to send you on a temporary leave of absence.”
“But--”
“It is for your well-being that I say this,” she cut in. “I do not trust that you are safe within our grounds and thus, I believe it our only option to have you removed from your position...temporarily...until the Aurors can locate the group responsible.”
“Where am I to go?”
“Severus,” she turned to the older wizard, who had until now remained silent.
“I shall take him to Snape manor in the meantime,” he offered in a voice devoid of feeling. Harry's stomach tighten, and his throat went dry.
“It would be a little awkward to be in another person's home alone. Maybe I could reside somewhere unowned,” Harry argued. His voice was slightly hoarse, so he swallowed several times in order to dampen it.
“You will not be alone,” she said with a slight twinkle in her eyes that reminded Harry of the late Headmaster.
“Ah,” Harry replied dumbly.
“I will be also taking a leave of absence,” Severus offered.
“W-what?!”
Minerva cleared her throat, “Calm down, Mister Potter. It will be no different from the situation you currently find yourself.”
“That's entirely different,” Harry's voice pitched. “Entirely...You will have not only one but two professors in need of replacing...are you sure that wise?”
“It is of no concern to you, Harry. I will find replacements with the help of the Ministry in this case since they are protecting witnesses in this case. Both Severus and you will be made to give testimony at the trial.”
“Is my company not to your liking Mister Potter?” Severus's asked in amusement. “I was sure our relationship had grown quite close recently.”
“Indeed,” Minerva agreed. “I believed you and Severus were becoming quite friendly.”
“Quite,” Severus smirked.
“Oh Merlin,” Harry huffed.
“This arrangement is in your best interest,” Minerva started firmly. “Severus was kind enough to volunteer his home, so you will do well to be courteous and grateful for that kindness.”
“Volunteered?” Harry asked in disbelief as he stared wide-eyed at the man. He could never imagine that Severus would 'offer' anything for his sake. They may be on better terms, but Severus was a private man and did not enjoy others impeding on said privacy especially when it came to his own home. It was a bit too surreal. Even more so, Harry had finally convinced himself that he would be perfectly fine with their relationship remaining 'friendly' but if he were forced to be alone with the man in a home very much outside of the prying eyes of others, temptation may get the better of him; he was still a man after all.
However, despite his non-so-manly pitched voice upon his disbelief, Severus gave way to no indication that he cared either way. He remained aloof as he sat, ignoring Harry, beside him. Idly, Harry questioned whether or not he may be dreaming...he pinched his leg, a bit too hard might he add. “Merlin,” he hissed.
Severus was smirking, amused by Harry's idiocy no doubt.
“Are you quite alright, Harry?”
“Yeah,” his cheeks flushed a deep red at the concern in the headmistress' voice. He rubbed his leg absently. “So...um, when should I leave?”
“Promptly,” she replied seriously. “After you have gathered your belongings, Severus will take you to his home. You will receive a visit from prosecutor in Professor Ginley's case, and I will keep in touch should I hear anymore on the issue. As I am sure, Severus will be in close contact with the Order as to the events proceeding our investigation.” She gave him a small smile over the rim of her glasses, “I am truly relieved that you are a safe, Harry.”
Harry smiled at his former Head of House. She had always been very maternal towards him, but even more so since he began as a professor at Hogwarts. Severus cleared his throat and stood from his seat.
“If you would excuse us,” he stated formally. “We are getting well into the evening...”
“Of course, Severus,” she said rising from her chair as well. “You may use the Floo. I will open it so that you may travel immediately.”
Severus bowed and pivoted in order to leave. Harry wondered briefly how it was that Severus found him when he had no idea how long, or how far they had gone. He rushed after the man after say a brief farewell to the headmistress.
“How was it that you found me?” he asked breathlessly as they entered Severus' chambers.
“I placed a tracking charm on your shoes,” the taller wizard replied evenly.
“How did you know I'd wear these shoes?”
“You have no other,” Severus turned on him, his brow raised.
“What if they removed my shoes?”
“Must you ask so many questions...” Severus sighed heavily in frustration as he walked into Harry's bedroom without pause. Harry followed after him, slightly perturbed Severus would go walking into his personal room without even asking.
“Hey,” he started as his former professor gathered his things magically into his trunk. “I am quite capable...”
“But alas,” Severus said as he finished the task. “You are not. Shall we depart?” The trunk was handed to Harry, in which he sized down small enough to put into his pocket. Harry once again hurried after the older wizard, barely able to gather his thoughts long enough before they were by the fireplace, and Severus was throwing floo powder into it.
“Snape manor,” he called out as the fire blazed green. “You may go ahead, Harry.”
Nodding, Harry stepped into the Floo, and with rather less grace than he would have wanted, stumbled into the barely lit room on the other side. He caught himself before heading into a well-aged but surprisingly well-maintained sofa. Severus was soon entering through, his grace much more than Harry's had been as he walked without stalling towards a room leading down a corridor.
“You may use this room,” Severus said, stopping in front of a door near the end of the hallway. “My personal bed chamber is beside it.” Harry followed the man through the doorway, astonished by the incredible size of the room and embellishments. Of course, he had to admit, it was very Snape-esque as he gave the room a good look about. “The lavatory...and this,” Severus said point to a door at the corner of the room, “is connected with my personal chambers...should you need anything.” His voice was laced with innuendo as he smirked and came to stand before Harry. “You will have free use of all the amenities. Should you need anything further, the house elf is at your service...” Severus's smirk broadened, “or with a little incentive, I could offer my personal services.”
'Okay,' Harry thought as the man stood before him. 'It somehow feels as if he is both mocking me and challenging me all at once...'
It felt as though the game of cat and mouse had just renewed tenfold. Harry shook away his thoughts and grabbed at the first off-topic item he could to stray the conversation back to normal. “Thanks for allowing me to stay here.” 'There we go...formal and gracious,' he thought smugly.
“I assure you,” Severus stepped forward, his eyes darkened with emotion. “It was not done purely on selflessness. I do carry ulterior motives, Harry.”
'Like you want me to clean?' Harry did his best to think in non-sexual terminologies. “Of course, I will repay you however you see fit. If you should ever need help along with another potion, I am at your service.”
“Perhaps I will call upon that favor,” Severus was smirking again and it sent a shiver right down the length of Harry's body. That smirk would be the death of him, he was sure. It elicited dark desires within him, awakening parts of himself that would otherwise remain hidden. Harry did his best to remain calm though his heart was already threatening to break from his chest. He needed to owl Hermione...and quickly.
“Of course,” Harry breathed. “Well, I should think you are pretty exhausted from the evening...”
“Is it not the reverse? I should think you are quite exhausted yourself,” Severus returned though he had not moved. If anything, it felt like the man was getting closer. Harry's stomach tightened and his throat constricted when he realized they were barely a hairsbreadth away.
“W-well then,” Harry swallowed. “I should get to bed.”
Severus took a step and their bodies met. “Indeed,” he whispered. “You really should get to bed.”
“Y-Yeah,” Harry breathed out as he closed his eyes against the erotic sight before him; Severus's eyes were alluringly lust-filled and their touching forms a temptation too great to act upon. Oh Merlin the man felt good to be against. Harry could feel the hard contours of Severus's defined torso, and his fingers itched to be able to map them out and commit it to memory. However, he remained still and could neither move forward nor backward.
“Shall I help you to the bed?” Severus's husky voice emphasized their closeness as a tongue traced the shell of his ear. Harry gasped in response, his hands clasping the man's shirt tightly. “I fear you may be unable to locate it in your current state.” This was stressed by a hand traveling between them and rubbing him through his trousers. It was then he realized that he was hard and trembling. Harry moaned his approval as Severus palmed his erection. “It would be unkind to leave you in such a state.”
Harry was mumbling as that talented hand set to work, rubbing and grasping him expertly. “V-very unkind,” he mumbled and gasped the next minute as a finger rubbed over the sensitive head of his erection straining beneath the material of his trousers. “Oh bloody hell!” he rasped as he staved off his orgasm. Fear surfaced when he realized how little needed to be done for him to literally come in his pants – like some pubescent teenager.
Harry pulled away quickly, breathing unevenly as he calmed his racing heart. “Wait,” he said as Severus started forward.
“Why,” Severus did not wait for Harry to answer him before he was being pushed all the way backward until his knees met mattress, and he, very gracelessly, fell upon it. Frozen with shock, he watched as Severus straddled him and their mouths were meeting, his less active than the other.
It was a dream, Harry told himself over and over. However, he was reminded of reality when Severus settled between his slightly opened legs and thrust his hips forward. Harry bowed, pleasure ripping through him like hot wires. He had almost cried out, but his voice was swallowed by the mouth now pillaging his own.
What was happening? Why was it happening? Harry put his hands against the hard chest above him, pushing but almost going lax entirely the next moment when another wave of pleasure washed over him. Severus's hips pressed into him, their erections rubbing almost painfully against each other. Harry resolve was crumbling, but before it could entirely, he pushed once more at the wizard above him.
“Wait!” he rasped. Severus was gazing at him through completely dark irises. “What the bloody hell is going on...”
“I thought it clear,” Severus said while rolling his hips to drive home his point. Harry moaned as the pleasure once more sidetracked him from his purpose. 'Bloody hell that should be illegal!' he thought angrily as he recovered.
“No,” he started again breathlessly. “You do not harbor any sort of feeling for me, so why are you doing this?”
Severus seemed taken aback by this statement and moved slightly so that their bodies were not completely plastered together. “Have I not been actively courting you?”
“Wait...what?”
“Our date the other day...”
“What date?” Harry was genuinely surprised. “You mean when we went to get the ingredients?”
“And lunch,” Severus replied firmly as he sat up on his knees. “Do not tell me that you have considered our relationship merely a friendship, Potter.” The former use of his name alerted him to Severus's anger, and Harry regretted voicing his assumptions.
“It...I'm sorry,” Harry replied quickly. “I just...I was sure there was little to no chance you would want any sort of relationship.” Severus pulled away entirely, and Harry fought against the disappointment and self disgust surfacing as he readjusted his clothing and himself.
“I will admit that my intentions could have been better communicated,” Severus finally said as he gazed at Harry. “It is very arduous, Harry, to comprehend why a youthful and incredibly attractive wizard would be at all drawn to a wizard such as myself; it is especially difficult to understand that wizard being Harry Potter, a former student and son to my nemesis.” Severus walked a few steps and sat beside Harry.
“It was exactly that reason that I felt you would have nothing to do with me...” Harry admitted. “I was sure that you could barely tolerate my existence. I will remind you, until a year ago, you neither liked me nor wanted me anywhere near you.”
“I will not deny it.”
“So why now?”
“Perhaps it was an attraction that I refused to acknowledge until now,” Severus's voice was surprisingly soft. Harry found himself wanting to wrap the man into an embrace. “An attraction to a boy twenty years my junior and the son of a once beloved friend...it would seem quite unbelievable to allow myself to harbor such feelings...”
“So you are ashamed,” Harry asked as his stomach churned.
“At first I will not deny that was the case,” Severus replied gently. “However, it is no longer the case, Harry. I resigned myself to my feelings for you.”
If Harry was not already breathless, he would be at this admission. Before he could lose any of his nerve, he asked quickly, “Then can I hope for...us being together?”
“If you can fathom an attachment of that sort to a wizard undoubtedly tainted by his past, Harry, I will be unable to deny it to you. I should think that one day you may regret such a decision, but until that time comes, I will be honored to stand beside you.”
The declaration had Harry feeling light-headed. If this was a dream, he hoped he never woke. Instead of his usual pinch to his thigh, he threw himself forward and smashed their lips together in a messy, inexperienced kiss. The resulting chuckle sent him over the moon. Harry could not remember ever being as happy as this, but he believed that more happiness was to come.
Severus grasped his hips and twisted Harry until he was once more on his back. Their lips moved against each other, tasting with extreme haste while fingers were divesting each other of every garment they wore. The heat beneath Harry's fingertips matched his own as they shimmied their way up the bed. Harry flushed when he realized just what was occurring. He was stark naked beneath Severus. Pulling from the kiss, his modesty began to surface.
Severus took the opportunity to greedily look over every bit of exposed flesh. “Beautiful,” the word struck Harry, and his blush deepened. “Red is certainly your color, Mister Potter.”
“Oh Merlin...Oh Merlin.'
Severus gave him little time to think as their lips met in another heated kiss. His erection was pressed between them against the older wizard's sizable one. It felt amazing as skin slid along skin, though slightly painful without any sort of lubricant to aid the friction. Severus pulled away, “Accio lubricant.”
The words caused Harry to once more flush in his breathless state. Beyond his embarrassment, fear was surfacing. It was his first time doing much more than snogging; he knew Severus was rather experienced when it came to the sexual side of things, but he was barely acquainted with that world. Despite his earnest to explore his pleasure, he was afraid.
Severus trailed a hand over his exposed flesh, kneading pert nipples before traveling the line of his navel, and finally resting just above his angry, red arousal. As if reading every one of his thoughts, Severus glanced at him, “I will not take you entirely tonight, but be assured, I will not wait long to claim everything, Harry. I am not a patient man by any means; I am a very selfish and possessive partner. I will demand everything from you until there is nothing left to give.”
Harry was gasping in air like a fish out of water. He could barely breath against such a declaration. Overwhelmingly aroused, he could only nod his response. Severus knelt downward and tasted the head of his erection with his tongue. The sensation sent Harry's head flying backwards and his hands seeking purchase at the sheets beneath him. Then a great heat swallowed him, taking everything into that hot cavern. He was not going to last very long at this rate. A tongue swirled around his length, eliciting sharp gasps and throaty moans before once more he was being swallowed into that intense heat. Harry could barely recognize his own voice as his moans continued unbidden from his lips.
He barely registered the finger now prodding him below. It was only when it pushed into him that he gathered what was occurring. However, his thoughts were cut short when Severus once more sucked the very life out of him through his prick.
“Bloody hell!” he groaned.
Another finger was added, scissoring inside him. He could scarcely register it against the heat of Severus's mouth. He threaded his fingers through the long, raven locks, feeling the building heat coiling in his lower abdomen. Severus curled his fingers; they slid over his hidden nub which caused Harry's back to bow as he was sent colliding over the edge, shooting his seed into the awaiting mouth.
“Oh fuck! Sev!”
He collapsed back into the softness of the bed, every nerve on fire and numb throughout his body. It was by far the most unbelievable sensation of his life. Severus snaked over him before lying just beside Harry.
Pulling himself from his daze, he rolled over and caught sight of the man's large, angry-red erection. Instead of voicing his concern, he slid downward and licked the tip that was beading a white pearl of the man's essence. He tasted it, its bitter, saltiness registering on his taste buds. It was not a horrible taste, and Harry found it rather exciting as he lapped the throbbing crown once more.
“Harry,” the man called huskily. “Do not feel obligated...” Harry swallowed the head of the man's erection, swirling his tongue over the silky flesh of it. Severus was immediately silenced into a groan, his fingers grasping Harry's tresses tightly. Since it was Harry's first time, he was not sure entirely how to do it but used what Severus had applied to him and tried to mimic it. Wetting the underside, he slid his tongue along the hot flesh, velvety beneath his tongue. The way it felt was quite arousing for Harry; he found he quite liked the way it felt in his mouth. He swallowed as much of the length as he could. Pushing at the man's hips, he forced Severus to his back while he slid up and down the hard length. He felt the steady throb in his mouth before he heard his former professor grunting.
“So bloody amazing,” was all the warning he received before hot salty bitterness nearly choked him. He did his best to swallow but quite a bit dribbled from his mouth. Severus was immediately helping him rid it from his face. “My apologies...I had forgotten it was your...”
“No need to say it out loud, Sev.”
Severus rose his eye at the pet name, but said nothing. They collapsed beside each other, their breathing haggard.
“Well that was...”
“No need to voice it out loud, Harry.” Severus mocked.
“Yeah, well, I feel like I should.” Harry rose up on an elbow. “It was bloody brilliant.”
“I would have to concur, Mister Potter.”
Harry threw himself back into the mattress as he gazed up. Modesty began to settle back in, and he quickly set out to find his discarded garments.
“What in Merlin's beard are you doing?”
“Looking for my clothes,” Harry replied sheepishly.
“You will have no need of them,” Severus declared as he pulled Harry backward and onto the bed.
Harry's face flushed deeply. “I-I need them...” Severus silenced him with a brush of lips before Harry was being led beneath the covers and pulled into the strong embrace.
“Consider it a favor,” Severus whispered into his hair. “I had mistakenly allowed you out of my sight earlier this evening and paid quite dearly for that error.”
“Yeah, but I had clothes then...”
“Oh do shut up Potter,” Severus said endearingly and once more silencing Harry with a passionate kiss that rob him once more of coherent thinking.
TBC....
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