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Run to Me	By : Cardinal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 2962 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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It was the night before Harry and Severus would be returning to Hogwarts. They sat, as usual, at dinner together.

Tonight's the night, Harry thought in misery and dread. He'd known that he was gay for quite a while but actually having SNAPE .. see and touch certain places of his body.... Harry shuddered, although he wasn't sure if it was a good or bad shudder.

Across the table, Severus watched Harry with glittering black eyes. He still felt weird with the knowledge that he'd be screwing a student, but he consoled himself with the fact that it was James Potter's son and Sirius Black's godson.

I bet they're turning in their graves, Snape thought in smug satisfaction, wishing that he could tell them both personally.

When the meal was finished (Harry tried to stall for as long as possible by taking slow, measured bites of his food) Severus stood, his eyes on Harry as he spoke. "Well, Potter, it's time." The Potions Master had the nerve to smirk at Harry’s wide-eyed expression.

"You could at least call me Harry, then." The Gryffindor snapped, hoping to let Snape know that he didn't plan on being a submissive girl about the entire matter. At least, I hope I won't be.

Severus rolled his eyes as he walked over and stood by Harry's chair, his hand extended. "Let's go, then."

It was said so nonchalantly that Harry could almost believe Snape was asking him to dance, but, since he knew otherwise, he grudgingly took the hand and stood, realizing how much he'd grown as Snape no longer towered over him, in fact, the top of his head came to Severus' cheekbone.

Twining their fingers, an action that surprised Harry, Snape led them up the staircase that led down his hall and then into his bedroom.

The room, Harry could tell, was ready for the occasion. Candles, dozens upon dozens of them, were scattered around the room, casting a soft glow that left just enough light to see by, but not enough so that it would be overly embarrassing or awkward.

It was, Harry had to admit, oddly romantic, and the setting surprised Harry. To him, it seemed that Snape would be the kind to just bang it out anywhere, and then roll over with a grunt and fall to sleep. Just like Vernon Dursley.

“Bring out your wand,” Snape instructed, withdrawing his own from his pocket and holding it out towards Harry.

Harry mirrored the other man’s actions, pulling his wand and holding it out until it was touching the tip of Snape’s.

“We have to say the spell words together,” Snape reminded Harry, who nodded in affirmation.

“One, two, three…”

“Liga nos simul,” they said in unison. A flash of light started at the tips of their joined wands and then spread out until it spread over both men and then disappeared.

“Is that it?” Harry asked.

“I guess we’ll find out,” Snape replied, tossing his wand onto the nightstand beside his bed.

Harry nodded nervously and turned to set his wand on Snape’s dresser.

Severus, knowing that he'd have to be the leader in the consummation, turned around and looked down into Harry's face, studying it with his solemn eyes and allowing himself to openly admire it in a way that had been forbidden in the past. Stupid brat. Looks just like his father. His nose wrinkled.

Harry had been watching Snape closely and his chest constricted at the look on the older man's face. "I know I'm not as good-looking as some, but you don't have to make a face at me."

The Slytherin rolled his eyes. "Oh hush with the Gryffindor theatrics, Potter. I never said that you were hideous, but you favor your father."

Harry opened his mouth to say something else but soft lips were suddenly being pressed against his own and a tongue was invading his mouth.

"Shut up, Potter," Snape murmured against Harry's lips.

Harry was too busy staring up at Snape in shock, surprised that such a wonderful kiss had been given to him by his Potions Professor. My life couldn't possibly get any stranger.

Severus' long fingers (that Harry had studied from afar while eating) reached up and began to undo the clasps that held the front of his robes together. Without a word, the robe was dropped to the floor in a puddle of scarlet material but when Severus reached for the buttons on Harry's shirt the Gryffindor shied away.

The Potions Master frowned, not expecting any resistance since they had both agreed on this.

"You first," Harry said softly as Snape raised an eyebrow at him.

"Fine," Severus said as he began working on the front of his robes and with a shrug of his shoulders dropped them to the floor. Reaching to the hem of his black sweater, Severus pulled it over his head, ruffling his hair slightly as he let the garment drop.

Upon seeing Snape's chest much of Harry's hesitance disappeared. There was lean muscle roped and corded around the Death Eater's chest and abdomen, and it made Harry wonder why Snape kept himself covered up in layers of black robes. There were scars scattered along his porcelain chest, which Harry found some comfort in since he had scars of his own.

Severus paused when he noticed the way Harry was looking at his chest, and after a few moments of stillness, Harry reached out with one hand and softly ran his fingers over a large scar, one that had obviously been painfully received.

"Potter..."

"Shut up, Professor," Harry mumbled as he continued exploring the fascinatingly beautiful body that was on display in front of him.

Snape had a hard time remaining in control of his body throughout the situation as his skin was constantly ghosting over with goosebumps while Harry's fingers lightly touched his back as he walked around him.

Snape grabbed Harry's wrist and then lowered his head and kissed Harry's fingers. Each one of them, and as he did so, he looked up through his fringe of black hair and locked eyes with Harry.

A small understanding passed between the two men, and it was that they would enjoy this, even though they were still bound and determined to loathe one another.

Severus returned Harry's hand and then his fingers went back to the buttons on Harry's shirt. This time the Boy Who Lived remained motionless as his shirt was unbuttoned and then cast over Severus' shoulder.

The Potions Master marveled at Harry's body. Severus had expected a couple of scars, after all, the boy had been put through the Cruticus a few times and banged around when coming face-to-face with Voldemort, but he'd never expected it to look as it did.

A long, thin scar ran from the top of Harry's left shoulder, down across his chest, and then folded out of sight across his hip and into his pants. Around the thin scar were others in various shapes and sizes although much shorter. Moving around to look at Harry's back, Severus couldn't help it as his fingers came up and lightly inspected the torn, star-shaped scar that signified the use of the Cruticus.

"I'm a little banged up, hm?" Harry said with a bit of sarcastic humor.

"A little, but I like it," Severus replied, speaking in Harry's ear and causing the boy to shudder as his Professor's breath ghosted over his ear.

Snape wrapped his arms around Harry from behind and was not surprised when the boy stiffened, becoming absolutely frozen except for the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

"Relax Potter," Severus advised.

"I can't... He's the only one that's ever touched me.. like this," Harry said softly, his eyes glued to the floor as he inspected the finely woven rug that they stood on.

"No, it wasn't like this," Severus ran a finger down Harry's arm, watching in satisfaction as the boy's body responded positively, "or this," the Potion Master's hand stroked down Harry's chest and rested on his abdomen. "I'm not Vernon Dursley, and I won't hurt you."

Harry was taken off guard by the almost tender words.

"Besides, you have no choice," Snape said, completely ruining the tender moment.

"Thanks for reminding me," Harry said snidely.

Snape chuckled in his ear and the older man's hands went to Harry's belt and with nimble fingers he uncinched it. Feeling Harry tensing again, Severus began to softly rain kisses down on the boy’s shoulders while he unbuttoned and unzipped Harry's pants and then let them fall to the floor.

Moving in front, Severus knelt down and lifted each of Harry’s legs, removing his socks and shoes. Giving a tug on the waistband of Harry’s pants, Severus watched with satisfaction as they dropped to the floor. The next thing to go were the boxers.

Standing there, nude, in front of a kneeling Severus Snape was the most embarrassing moment of Harry's life, and he knew that he had to be turning red. Facing Voldemort can't be worse than this, he thought to himself.

Severus looked up with a smirk that he couldn't help.

"You can get on the bed Potter," the older man said, uncharacteristically sparing Harry from further humiliation.

As Harry hurriedly slipped underneath the comforter, Severus finished undressing and then joined him between the sheets.

Harry's eyes clenched shut as arms slid around him and a firm, toned body bumped up against his own. "If you don't relax, then this isn't going to be good for either of us," Snape said quietly, stroking his hand down Harry's arm.

Harry rolled over, subsequently burying his face against Snape's chest. "It's hard to relax when I know what's going to happen."

Severus sighed impatiently. "Potter, I'm not going to hurt you the way your uncle did, okay?" He was beginning to lose his already thin patience with the Gryffindor.

Harry scooted back a bit and looked his professor in the eyes."Promise?"

It was possibly the first time that the Death Eater had ever spoken sincerely to Harry Potter and the look in his eyes proved it. "I promise."

Severus rolled Harry over and covered the younger man's body with his own, hardly able to hide the reaction of a certain body part as skin moved against skin.

Harry had to admit that so far it was better than anything he had experienced with Vernon Dursley, even if hadn't really done anything yet.

The Death Eater worked slowly and tenderly to relax Harry, kissing down his neck and chest as his hands massaged ticklish hips and thighs.

As Severus' tongue worked its way lower on Harry's chest, Harry could feel his body responding. In the past he had been forced to erection, but this time he was being gently worked to a state of driving need that would be unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

Severus began pushing the blankets back as he moved lower and licked the tip of Harry's cock, drawing the throbbing member into his mouth as his tongue swirled around it, creating a warm suction that caused Harry to moan, his hips jerking upward into Snape's mouth. Only to find that Severus' mouth and talented tongue had disappeared.

After seeing Harry's memories, Severus didn't want to do anything that would remind the younger wizard of his ordeal with Vernon Dursleyl. So, rather than facing Harry, he motioned for Harry to get on all fours.

Summoning lubrication, Severus coated three of his fingers and smeared the thick liquid onto Harry, watching as the boy shuddered.

Coating his fingers with more lubrication, Severus slipped one finger into Harry's puckered opening. After sliding the single digit in up to his knuckles, Severus withdrew the finger a bit and slowly slipped in a second, and then a third.

At just the thought of what his Professor was doing to him, Harry hardened even more and he hoped that Snape would allow him some form of release.

After he felt that Harry had adjusted to the three fingers, Severus withdrew them and coated his own member, feeling his pulse increase as he stroked himself with his slickened hand.

"Okay, just relax," Severus murmured as he positioned himself, one hand on Harry's hip and the other guiding his turgid member into Harry's tight opening.

Harry clenched his eyes closed as the tip of Snape's cock (Snape’s cock! his mind reminded him in surprise,) pressed at his opening, and then was gently pressed in. It wasn't painless, by any means, but it was such a different experience than what Harry was used to that he found himself pressing back against Snape’s hips in anticipation.

Severus stroked a hand down Harry's back, surprised that he hadn't received more resistance from the boy. Supposing that Harry needed a bit of reward, Severus began a steamy kiss at the base of Harry's neck and trailed it down the younger man's spine, smiling as Harry clenched the sheets in his hands.

"Feeling okay?" Severus checked.

"Yeah," Harry managed to breathe back in reply.

With that confirmation, Severus slowly drew out of Harry's tight body, and then pushed himself back in, feeling waves upon waves flood his body at the friction that the movement brought.

I'm screwing Harry Potter, Snape thought incredulously. The twists and turns of his life never ceased to amaze him.

At Snape's gentle care and his careful thrusts, Harry began to really let himself relax and trust the man, something Harry had never thought he'd be able to do. Trust.

With this acknowledgment, Harry opened his eyes to see tiny, iridescent particles floating around them.

"Professor?"

"Part of the mating ritual," Snape gritted out, as he too noticed the floating things.

Harry, who'd been watching the floating lights, moaned when a lubricated hand reached around and grasped his cock, stroking it with short, firm strokes that caused Harry to clench his eyes, but this time out of pleasure rather than fear.

Snape couldn't last long. The taboo that came with thrusting into the Savior of the Wizarding World, had his adrenaline at its peak.

The closer the two came to their climax the brighter the floating lights became, until they were positively blinding both men, even with their eyes shut.

Later, Harry would be embarrassed as he recalled moaning his professor's name loudly and in a most wanton voice, but then, Severus would be blushing as well, recalling how he murmuredHarry's name, his real name, not Potter, over and over again into the Boy Who Lived's ear as the climax swept them.

When the lights faded from their eyes both men were lying tangled together on the bed with the blankets pulled up around them.

Harry panted as he rested his head against Snape's chest, his hand splayed across the muscular abdomen that he was still surprised to find attached to the Potions Master's body.

Severus lightly stroked his fingers up and down Harry's arm, shocked himself at the whirl of emotions that twisted inside of his chest. What was this emotion that he had for Potter? It had to be the Mating Ritual’s magic.

Harry sighed as he felt his eyelids drooping, but he couldn't bring himself to unwind his body from Snape's and he had one last, alarming thought, I think I'm starting to care for the worthless Death Eater... Great.
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