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Necessary Sacrifices	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 31254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Draco waited outside the door to his godfather�s
chambers.� He was anxious about
knocking.� He suspected Potter and maybe
even Granger would be in there and he wasn�t sure he could face them both and
not betray anything..

and.. and his godfather.�

If he acted suspiciously in any way the man would be in his head poking around
and then the Dark Lord would probably kill
him.. and all over some
bloody stupid potions.�

He steeled himself and knocked.� The door swung open immediately.�

�Took you long enough� Severus voice drifted out to him from the potions lab.
�Hurry up then�

Draco slipped in and closed the door behind him.�

When he got to the potions lab it was as he feared.� Granger was stirring a cauldron while his
godfather hovered around her and Potter slouched on a stool with his arms
folded and a surly expression on his face.�

�ferret� he acknowledged snidely.�

Granger didn�t even turn.� He supposed
that she expected him.

�What do you want me to do� he asked Severus blithely.�

His godfather waved a hand vaguely at the next bench. �Burn
paste. Get to it.� You can refer
to page one hundred and thirty of your text book if you are uncertain��

He bristled. �I know how to make burn paste.� What is Granger making��

The response was curt. �Veritaserum.� Do not distract her.��

Anger stirred in him.�
That was not only highly illegal (and Potter was sitting there watching!) it was very difficult to make
it right and deadly if it was made wrong. He scowled furiously and got to work
on his piddly little burn paste.�

�What the hell do you need two assistants for, Snape?!�
If you�ve got the ferret helping you, you don�t need Hermione anymore.�
Potter bitched.� Granger looked up at him
with a hard look on her face.

�Harry.� I volunteered to help professor Snape.� I like
brewing potions.� I�m not going to stop
being his assistant because of you or
Draco Malfoy!�

�Pay attention to what you�re doing!� his godfather snarked
and Granger�s hand, which had been lilting slightly as she looked up, drew
straight once more as she circumscribed the complex spiral stirring
pattern.�

�Sorry Professor!� she squeaked, aware of her near brush with ruining the
potion.�

Draco smirked.�

The next hour went by relatively uneventfully.� Potter had growled and shifted impatiently
until Severus sent him out of the room.�
Draco felt a shade more relaxed when the moron was gone.� He looked over at his godfather.�

The man was standing quite close to Granger.. very close in fact.�
He felt uneasy watching them.�

Granger was focused on the pale pink brew with an opalescent skin that she was
blowing air across with a small bellows.�

His godfather was focused on her..looking down at her with fascination.�

Draco felt worried.� He was going to have
to tell the Dark Lord about this and He
wouldn�t like it..

�I�m finished professor� he said.�

His godfather did not respond immediately and raised a hand
to still him.� Draco folded his arms
petulantly.�

�Now..� Severus said quietly, quite
close to Granger�s ear.� He could have
sworn she shivered.�

That was bloody..blatant..
what the hell was he doing?!!..�

Even if it was just Potter�s mudblood.. he was teasing
her.� Had the Dark Lord told him to?!� Draco doubted it.�

Granger had put the bellows down and was counting under her
breath, her hand over the cauldron, a kind of large eyedropper in it, poised to
add the final ingredient.� If she�d done
everything correctly then the liquid would turn clear and the vapour would take
on a bluish tint.��

A few seconds later, exactly that occurred and he grumped internally that the
mudblood was able to make veritaserum.�

He was sure his godfather must have coached her on it before today.� That was a really difficult potion.�

He swallowed.� It was
going to have to be tested.� There was no
way in hell he was going anywhere near it!�
It could kill him.. worse..
the Dark Lord could kill him if he spilled the
beans.�� He sidled to the door.�

�Draco..� his godfather growled
low.�

He spun and shook his head.. �No!� there is no way I�m trusting anything the
mudblood brews.� You can�t make me.. you�d be endangering a
student!��

Severus seemed to frown but there was a look of resignation on his face. He saw
too that he couldn�t have Draco take it.�

Granger wrung her hands as he turned back to look at her
speculatively but then he seemed to sigh.�

�I will test it.��

He flicked his wand at the door and a faint hum went up.� He had set some kind of ward.�

His godfathers eyes shifted between Granger and him
seemingly indecisive.�� He finally seemed
to decide

�Miss Granger. You will ask one question that you suspect I might not wish to answer
truthfully.� It will be something of no
bearing to the war.� If you do not comply
with this requirement and I am forced to reveal anything sensitive i will obliviate both of you and you shall not assist me any
further with brewing.� Are we
understood?��

Granger nodded thoughtfully, seeming to try to think of
something.�

Draco cursed silently.� It would have
been so easy to just ask �are you loyal to the Dark Lord.�� Severus responds yes, everything�s fine and
we all get on with our lives.�

He watched as the potions master siphoned off three drops of
the liquid in the cauldron with a small pipette.�

Looking at it firmly his godfather opened his mouth and dropped it onto his
tongue.� Almost immediately his pupils
dilated.�

Granger asked quickly. �Who was the best sexual partner you
ever had?�

Draco blinked, he would never have dared to ask Severus that
question, not least because it might expose his own father.�

He�d seen them together once in the library years ago and they had looked
pretty damn excited with each other.�

His godfather had turned dark red and was pressing his lips
together furiously, trying not to answer the question.��

It was kind of fascinating.� He wondered
whether he�d manage to hold out.�� he seemed to be turning a frightening shade of purplish and
looked furious.�

Granger was white and had backed up slightly.�
She obviously hadn�t expected this
level of upset to the question.�

Finally Severus gasped and choked out �the Dark Lord� before
panting in recovery.�

Draco gulped.� Severus
had fucked.. well no.. he couldn�t see that, really.. The Dark Lord had fucked
Severus?!�

When the hell did that happen?!�

It was apparently better than his father and everyone else that his godfather
had had over the years.�

That was just unbelievable.� Did it happen while the man looked like a
snake, he wondered.� His father had
hinted that the Dark Lord had been quite good looking at one point.�

Draco imagined he�d be a cold brutal lover.�
The thought sent a shudder down his spine.� Ugh.. those chilly slender fingers on his hips.. that noseless face pressed to his
neck..

No way!� Not for all the money in the
world.� He tried his best to train his
face not to display the disgust he felt but he wasn�t sure he succeeded.�

Granger looked..curious..

Salazar, what was wrong with the daft
bint?!� Didn�t she know that it wasn�t normal to be curious about that..

But Severus might not have noticed because he had his hand
over his eyes, recovering.��

Draco shot said daft bint a look and she seemed to get it and shifted her
expression to one of incredulous horror.�

Severus sighed and removed the hand pinching the bridge of
his nose, opening his eyes.�

He sounded weary.. older than
he had a few minutes prior to taking the veritaserum

�I suppose that is not.. sensitive..
information, Miss Granger.�� I am tempted to obliviate
you both anyway.. but the
headmaster frowns upon obliviating students unless it
is absolutely necessary.�

I will elaborate on what i have shared somewhat and inform you that the event in
question was over a decade ago.. I was very young and
did not have any choice in the matter.��

Draco processed this quietly.� It was back when the Dark Lord was �good
looking� and it was an order.�

That was a bit different he supposed.�

It still left the fact that he must have been bloody dynamite to have left this
big an impression a decade later.�

That was..unexpected.��

Granger looked contrite and was apologising to Severus and
promising not to tell anyone.�� He
wondered whether she�d slept with the
Dark Lord too and whether it was an order.�

Realising that wasn�t a good line of thought to have around his godfather he
lowered his eyes to the floor.� Severus
was waving Granger off in his peripheral vision and he dismissed them both soon
after.�

Draco got out of there as quickly as he could, without
looking at Granger and dashing past Potter who was lying on the sofa in the
study, without comment.�

It wasn�t till he had the shield door of Slytherin house
closed behind him that he felt he could calm down.� Pansy and Goyle
were on the sofa by the fire and they waved him over.�

Relieved he tried to put his godfather and the stupid pain in the arse mudblood
out of his mind.

Harry frowned as the ferret flew out the corridor and through
the door at top speed, without even sparing a nasty little comment for
him.� He�d at least expected something
slurring his sexual preferences.�

He wondered what the hell had happened.

Hermione walked calmly out a few seconds later and smiled at
him faintly. �Harry.. i�m sorry.. I think I upset professor Snape.� I hope he won�t take it out on you.��

He looked at her curiously. �Did you mess the potion
up?��

He had yelled about it when Snape (that git) had told her what she was going to
make.� Mione, true to her nature, had
been overjoyed.� But he knew that Snape
probably wasn�t brewing it for the order.�
The order used ministry made veritaserum from Tonks
and Kingsley.� So again he had Mione making potions that Lord Voldemort would use
against them.�

He probably got some kind of a sick thrill out of having her
make things for the death eaters.�

He hated leaving Snape alone with Hermione for any
reason.� The bat hovered around her like
a bee around a flower.�

The only reason he�d agreed to leave earlier was because Snape said he was
being distracting and asked whether he wanted
Mione to make a potentially lethal error.��

So he�d come out here and let himself fall onto the sofa with his knees over
the armrest.�

�No� she replied. �I made it correctly.� But when we tested it I asked him something i probably shouldn�t have.�

No I�m not going to tell you what.�

Anyway.. try to be polite,
Harry, ok?� Professor Snape is helping you, not the other way around.��

Harry tried not to roll his eyes and scowl.

�Ok..I�ll try Mione� he said softly.�

He wished she would walk over and let herself fall down on top of him and kiss
him.�� He knew it was about as likely as
snowmen on the sun.. but she
looked so soft and flushed with pride at making the really tricky potion.. he just wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her.

�I�m going to head up to the common room Harry, ok?� I�ll see you tomorrow!��

He sat up on his elbows, not wanting her to leave so soon.
�Aren�t you going to stay for a while?� he asked with just a hint of pleading
in his voice.�

�Harry.. you
have to work on your occlumency.� Unless you want to move in with Professor
Snape permanently that is..� she grinned and he
mirrored the expression faintly.�

Occlumency.� He�d forgotten
about that.� He was going to have to go
through those horrible sessions again, like he had before..before
Sirius..

It hadn�t helped then.. and Snape had kicked him out
after he�d snuck a look at one of his memories in his pensieve.�

That had been the end of occlumency training.�

He�d thought the git was going to avada him.��

Hermione tapped him on the toe of his shoe. �Try, ok Harry?� It�s important!��

He nodded, distracted and upset now.� He watched Hermione let herself out.�

Then he was alone again.�

Snape would be somewhere slithering around and apparently he was in a foul
mood.� And he was probably going to
psychically ream him to vent his spleen. ...Great.

Severus cursed soundly.�

Of all the stupid things the girl could possibly ask..�

He couldn�t begin to imagine what she would make of the information
that he�d lain with the Dark Lord.�

She had looked at him with horror.�

Damn it.� She would be disgusted
now.�

He was disgusted at himself.� He tried never to think about that
memory.�

The memory that the Dark Lord had forbidden him to remove.

The things his master had done to him.. had made him do..

...and he�d loved it.� He�d actually wept and begged when he�d been
sent forth from the bedchamber after three days.�

Lucius had been a faded memory in
his mind.�

When his lover had found him and tended to his wounds and
asked him fearfully about what had happened, he had been unable
to respond.� He had turned away.� He had never
told him.. never told anyone.�

Over the years he had tried and failed to get the image from his mind of that
coldly beautiful face above him, kissing him, biting him..cursing him.. and
the pleasure he�d felt.

He would have done anything for the
man at that moment and his master knew it.. it was written all over his face.�

Had he brought Lucius in, handed
Severus a knife and told him to cut his heart out, he would have done it.�

And that was why he sent him away.�

There was nothing left to take.�

It had taken little more than 72 hours to break him.. to own him..

He stalked through the corridor into his study intending to
have a drink.. a small one...
but the sight of the boy sprawled on his sofa in the half light of the fire
made him jump in shock.

�Potter!� he exclaimed as if the boy had broken into his
rooms rather than been waiting here for the better part of an hour and a
half.�

�Snape� the boy responded marginally less insolently than
usual.� Severus raised a suspicious
brow.�

He was tempted to have a drink even with Potter lying
there.� He wanted to calm himself and
back away from the memory the girl had called up.�

The boy was stretched on his back, propped up on his elbows
with his knees hooked over the armrest and, objectively seen,
in the firelight he looked quite aesthetically pleasing.�

Were he some random youth and not the saviour of the light, bane of his
existence, child of his beloved, he might be tempted to toy with him a little..

His eyes were black in the gloom, not green.. not lilly�s..
and he wasn�t wearing his usual glare of challenge.

�Get up, boy. Stop displaying yourself in that manner� he snarked and stalked to the liquor cabinet, retrieving the firewhisky and a glass.�

He brought both to his leather wingback and lowered himself, sinking in and
allowing the tension to slip out of his spine somewhat before he poured two
fingers of firewhisky and put the closed bottle on
his sidetable.�

The first sip was heavenly.�

In an almost pavlovian reaction he
felt himself unwind just enough to release the tension of the memory.�

�Can I have one?� Potter asked quietly in the
firelight.�

The gall, Severus thought.�
Presumptuous little wretch.

�Firewhisky is not for children, Potter� he sneered
back.�

There was an irritated little huff and what might have been
�git�. �Severus smirked into his
glass.�

When the boy spoke next his voice sounded uneasy

�Are we still going to work on occlumency?��

Severus considered this.�
He had forgotten that they were going to begin training tonight.�

He nipped at his whisky contemplatively; not in the mood for dealing with the
boy�s tantrums, but knowing the longer he put off trying to train the untrainable little twerp, the longer he�d have him
littering his chambers.

�Yes.� He responded finally, his voice dull like the thud of
lead slabs.

The boy looked away, toward the back of the sofa.

Sighing he threw back the last gulp of his drink and drew
his wand, lighting the torches in the room in order that he might see the boy�s
eyes better.�

It was an unwelcome shift.� The somewhat
attractive boy draped on his sofa became Potter, green eyes and all.

�Get up Potter.� He commanded half heartedly.�
�We will begin.��

Grudgingly the boy dragged himself back on the sofa till he
could sit upright.�

�How am I supposed to do it again?� he asked looking like a man on death
row.�

�Focus. Clear your mind.� he
responded.

�I will see what you are
thinking.� If you cannot clear your mind
� something which you will have to learn to do eventually if you intend to keep
the Dark Lord outside of it � then in the least
ensure you divert your thoughts onto only those things you would wish me to
see.��

The boy nodded slowly, determination in his eyes.� Severus paced closer till he was looking down
on him, extending his wand lazily and placing it to the side of his
forehead.�

It was not necessary but the tiny flash of fear in the boy�s eyes was
gratifying.

�legilimens� he muttered.

Outside.� Sunny day.� Wind.� Potter was flying his broom, racing after the
snitch.�

Something was wrong now.. panic.� His broom was shaking, trying to throw him
off.. he held on for grim
death.�

Lying on his back, a dementor
leaning down over him, the putrid mouth gaping, blackness within.. so cold..weak..
he was going to die

The Weasleys
sitting around a table.� Arthur
was covered in bruises and welts from Nagini,

guilt, fear.. was it his
fault?!� Had he controlled the
snake?�

Everyone was smiling at him.� He felt
sick. �

Severus sat at the table next to Molly, leaning back in his chair and sneered
at the conflicted boy standing uncomfortably. �Are you incapable of taking instruction, Potter?��

The boy growled and put his head in his hands, pulling at his hair in frustration

Sitting in the library, a book open on the
history of magic, sunlight streamed in the windows.�

Ah.. this is better at least
thought Severus, walking up behind the boy.�

Just then Potter looked up and smiled brightly.�
A very young Hermione Granger walked up, beaming, her hair fizzing
everywhere and her two front teeth slightly larger than they were these days.

�I�ve got it, Harry!� I found the
answer!� I thought it was in Renwhit but it was Gobbley all
along!��

Potter grinned, looking at the bright little girl with slightly adoring eyes� �That�s great
Mione!� I knew you�d find a way.�

Severus groaned behind him. �You are offering the Dark Lord weapons, Potter.� It�s no wonder he used the girl in your
dream.� Control your thoughts!!�

Potter sitting on the window ledge stroking the head of a
snowy owl and looking out over the dark expanse of the grounds.

�Better� Severus praised.�

Potter was looking out over the dark quiddich pitch

The smell of grass, lying on the quiddich
pitch in the dark.� A girl with
black curls straddling him.. kissing..� little sounds. Moaning and whispers.�
Harry�s hands on the girl�s hips.��

Severus blinked, surprised.�
He recognised the girl, she had been a seventh
year last year.� When had this happened?!�

The boy looked quite similar to how he looked at present. He was bending his
knees and bucking up into her, his hands on her slender hips.�

Madeline.. Madeline something wasn�t she?�

Severus stalked up cautiously.� The girl
bore a faint resemblance to Miss Granger, he noted.� More so in the dark like
this.

�After all the fuss you put up about sleeping fully clothed
in my bed, I can not begin to imagine why you would
wish to show me this, Potter.� He sniped, trying not to examine the bodies of
the two lovers in too much detail.�

The boy was apparently not as underdeveloped as he had imagined.� His form was slim and toned rather than
broad.��

There was a growl of frustration from far away as the boy on
his sofa desperately tried to grip thoughts that slid through his fingers like
sand.

He was walking through the corridors holding his books.

�Good� Severus said quietly. �Now continue walking
around.� Trace the passage between your
classes.� Anything..
merely stay away from those you hold dear��

No sooner said than the scene shifted and it was night.� Potter was walking down the corridor with Miss
Granger.�

This was recent.� The girl looked exactly as she had yesterday.� The brown cashmere jersey
clinging to her figure over the dark blue hip hugging jeans.�

He should alert the boy to his state.. it was difficult to remember one was not in the moment of
the memory, but he was curious.�

When Potter stopped in the middle of the corridor and
started to tell miss Granger how much she meant to him
Severus thought he might literally be ill at any moment.�

He watched aghast as Potter followed the girl to the wall and stole a kiss, his
hand slipping around her and pulling her closer.�

He saw the shock on Miss Granger�s face but she was not pushing the boy off and
slapping him either.�

Severus wanted to throttle him.�

Hermione Granger was not for Potter.� The junior hero could have any witch he
wished.� Let him bugger off and find a
different one.�

Knowing it was.. or
that some would say that it was.. morally wrong, Severus took a leaf from the Dark Lord and
tampered with the memory, creating a hybrid of one of his own memories of Lucius at his most ardent and the memory Potter was
following in the corridor.

Potter reacted with shock when the lips he was kissing
suddenly pressed back hard against his and deepened the kiss forcefully, arms
wrapping around him and drawing him tight against a body that was clearly not
the small pert slender Miss Granger.�

In the dark corridor, Lucius ravaged the stunned
boy�s mouth, his hands beginning to wander down.��

There was a cry of shock and disgust and then he felt himself ejected from the
boy�s mind.� Finally..�

�What the fuck did you do, you bastard!��

Severus smirked nastily.�
He knew that the memory in the boy�s mind was permanently altered
now.�

The Dark Lord had delighted in meddling with his victims minds and before
Severus himself had fully developed his occlumency he
had enjoyed calling up treasured memories and twisting them.�

Severus still recalled how his pet
cat when he was five years old had sliced his gut open with a swiped paw and
commenced to feast upon his entrails as they spilled out.�

He knew it had never happened, but
the horror and shock was still poignant.

�I merely increased your impetus to learn occlumency, Potter.�
And look.. it worked
wonderfully.� You were able to expel
me.� We shall have to implement this
method further.��

The boy gaped in dismayed disgust.

�Put it back how it was!! You had no right! That was private. I.. something else..happened.. I said something..or she
did.. It was important!..�

Undo whatever you did Snape.� I.. I need that
memory.��

Severus looked at him with distaste.� He had no doubt that whatever it was that had
happened, he would not like it.�

�It is gone Potter.� Overwritten.� Consider it a practical lesson.� The Dark Lord delights in corrupting memories
in this manner.� I know of what I
speak.��

At that the boy seemed to crumple, stunned. �It�s..It�s gone?.. really? There�s no way to
get it back?� I was..
kissing her and then..�
aargh� he grabbed his
hair in frustration.. �Get Malfoy out of my head you fuck! �I don�t want that memory.��

Severus turned away.

�I�m certain you�ll get used to it.� And
yes.� It is gone.��

He felt both triumph and shame, he realised.�
He had.. in a sense.. stolen Miss Granger from the brat who lived.. he had stolen something he valued very much.��

The thought suddenly occurred to him that the boy would go to Miss Granger to
ask about the memory.� She would tell
him.� Perhaps.. perhaps they would make a new memory.�

It was intolerable that the girl might give herself to
Potter.� It was..wretchedly...
horribly.. familiar.�

And if he was not careful he would drive..Hermione.. away as he had Lilly.� Drive her straight into Potter�s eager arms.

Severus saw them kiss again in his mind.� She had looked so stunned and panicky.�

Perhaps she had pushed the boy away and run off.. but no.. they were acting perfectly
normal around one another today.�

If that had happened, there would be more tension.�

Perhaps she had..given herself over to the kiss..� He certainly hoped not..
but it would explain the boy�s distress at the loss of
the memory at that point.� Potter looked
like someone had incinerated his broom five minutes before the final
championship match.��

�It is enough for tonight� he said, guilt winning over
triumph.�

Potter looked at him with hate. �Fuck you, Snape� he
spat.�

Severus relaxed and sat back down in his chair,
extinguishing the torches and enchanting the firewhisky
to pour itself.�

He had no intention of releasing his wand with Potter in this state.� He picked up his tumbler in his right hand,
wand still poised in his left.�

The firelit-boy was back, Potters green eyes gone and
accusing hateful stare muted.�

�The desire to protect those things we value, is much
stronger when there is a real danger of their loss, is it not, Potter?��

He did not expect an answer and continued.

�What I showed you was relatively benign in comparison with what the Dark Lord
tends to favour.�

How much better might it have been to kiss the girl and then suddenly find her
sticky with blood pouring from her eyes as she died in your arms ...or perhaps
your kiss might be interrupted as she took a bite from your cheek, clawing and
attacking you as an inferus?� Or perhaps you might be forced to watch her
raped and tortured..�

Oh wait.. we�ve had that one
already, haven�t we.��

The boy turned away and seemed to hunch slightly, defeated.

�May I have some firewhisky..sir.� he said
quietly.�

Severus eyed the bottle.�
There was only three fingers of whisky in the
bottom.� He levitated it over to the boy
wordlessly.

Potter took the bottle unhesitatingly, opened and knocked it
back.�

Severus could see his adams
apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed gulp after gulp.�

�If you vomit in my bed, Potter,� I shall place you under the imperius and instruct you to eat it.� He informed him
blithely.

The boy continued swallowing until the bottle was empty and
then dropped it to the sofa beside him, staring into the fire unhappily.�

They sat in silence for a long time, each lost in their thoughts until finally
Severus noticed that it was getting on for midnight and thought on the next
unavoidable stage in the parade of irritating things in his life.�

He would have to take Potter to bed again.�

His eyes slid over to the figure slumped slightly on the
sofa, a study in black and orange and smooth youthful lines.�

He was almost tolerable when he was silent and monochrome.� Perhaps there was some way to perpetuate his
current state.�

He dismissed the thought and stood up from the chair slowly.

�It is late.� I am
going to bed.. which means you are going to bed, Potter.
Come.��

He stalked off to the bedroom, not looking to see whether
the boy followed.�

It was equally dim in here.�
The firelight lower. �He flicked his wand at it, perking it up
enough that he would not be obliged to light torches.� He preferred Potter without the constant reminder of lilly.�

Pacing into the bathroom he readied himself for bed.�

When he came out, the boy was standing in the room, the firelight shining off too much skin.�

At first he had thought him naked but no � he was wearing
his pajama bottoms, dressed as he had been when he
had first come seeking dreamless sleep draught.�

Potter looked away defensively.�

Severus bit off a snide comment that had pushed itself to the forefront of his
brain.� It appeared we might be able to
do this without an argument.� For
whatever reason, Potter had changed his tune.�

He padded to the bed and slipped beneath the covers,
stretching himself out and brushing a hand over his tired eyes.�

The slight dip of the bed informed him that Potter had slipped in on the other
side.�

Yawning he turned his head to see the boy lying on his side, looking back at
him with a fierce defiant expression.� He
ignored it, extending his hand to him and suppressing another yawn.�

After a second the boy took it and..peculiarly
enough.. seemed to visibly relax.�

He blinked, surprised, and stored the observation for further dissection at
another time.�

Sticking their hands together he stowed his wand and shifted
himself slightly until he had attained optimum comfort, closing his eyes and
forcing himself with shredding willpower to remain awake until the boy was
sleeping.� Only then did he rouse himself
carefully, draw his wand and press it feather light to the boys
temple murmuring �legilimens�

For contact legilimency it was necessary to have both skin
and wand contact to complete the flow. It operated using heat rather than light
as was the case with normal ocular legilimency.�

He had no idea how the Dark Lord and
Albus used legilimency.�

He had seen each of them.. felt
each of them do it wandlessly and without looking at him.�� Perhaps one day he would learn that.�

He fished around in the boys unguarded mind until he
found the memory of Miss Granger and Potter in the corridor, teasing at it
delicately to find the edge of his applied addition.�

It was true that he could not remove the addition he had
made.. but he could burrow beneath the surface to find
the original it covered.� The boy would
never be able to access it but to one who knew it was there it could be
mined.�

He slid past the place where Lucius appeared and
found Potter trying to deepen the kiss with Miss Granger.�

He felt again that flare of anger.� Why should this worthless child have her?!� He barely understood what she was talking
about half the time.�

Then Miss Granger gently pushed Potter away.�

He watched the conversation that followed with mixed feelings.� On the one hand he was delighted that the boy
had not, it seemed, turned her head completely around.�� On the other hand..
after the Dark Lord was dead he himself would be in
Azkaban or otherwise restrained and Potter would certainly follow through on
his intention to make Miss Granger... make..Hermione..
fall in love with him.�

Potter had, from the way he had looked at her in the memory he had seen
earlier, been in love with her for several years now, whether he was aware of
it or not.

As much as Severus hated him, he was sure the boy could be charming,.. sweet,.. chivalrous,..dashing,..all those things that women tended to fall for.�

Could he really stand by and watch
him claim her?� Watch them perhaps marry
and have a child together?..

It was like Lilly�s revenge.��

If he were to listen to the part of him that had faithfully served Albus for
over a decade, he should care for her enough to want her to be alive and happy,
even if it were with another.� If he
tried to bargain for her, she would likely end up as dead as lilly.

He considered that prospect.�
Could he face risking her death?�

But that was rather a pointless question..
her life was relatively safe within Hogwarts and in
essence he held the key to the matter
in his hand at this second.� He held his
wand pressed to its sleeping vulnerable temple.�

All he need do would be to say two little words..

The Dark Lords serpentine face floated before his mind..

hm..or perhaps not the killing curse.� It hadn�t worked so well in the past.�

He could however
summon a tiny black bottle from his lab.. and that would have the boy dead in under a minute.�

He could do it right now!��

As if to prove it to himself, he removed his wand from
Potters temple, breaking the contact and summoned the bottle wordlessly.�

It floated through the room to his hand.

He placed his wand on his thigh and held the tiny thing, looking at it. �So simple.� He need only flip the cork out with his thumb
and drip it onto the boys eye.. or
lips.. or into his ear..�

His thumb rubbed at the cork impatiently.�

He could be up in Gryffindor house within ten minutes, stupefy and grab Miss Granger
and be out of the school and at the Dark Lord�s castle in under
half an hour to tell him the good news.�

It was..so..tempting.�

The boy breathed deeply, his face soft in sleep, glasses on
the bedside table.� He looked like an
unassuming, not unattractive, teenage boy.�
Not the threat that he so clearly was to Severus� hopes of ever having
Hermione.�

At that moment Potter gripped his hand tighter and wriggled closer to him.�

Severus blinked, unsure what to make of this behaviour.�

It had something of a plant seeking light.�

His hand on the poison trembled slightly.�

He didn�t think he could do it.� He�d promised..on
everything he had held dear.. to protect this boy with
his life.��

He reached his hand under the mattress and shoved the tiny
bottle in a short distance.� He would
have to unstick himself from Potter to return it to
the cabinet and that would wake him.��

He lay in the near dark quietly, thinking about what he wanted and what he
should do.�

Gradually Potter crept closer till he was
draped over him again, burrowing his face into Severus chest and wrapping his
arm around him.�

He heard the boy sigh contentedly in his sleep.�

This was...disconcerting.�

He could feel the skin of Potters lean lightly muscled
abdomen pressed against his forearm where the sleeve of his nightshirt had
ridden up.�

When the boy slid his leg over his own and curled into him
tightly, he felt himself beginning to ...respond.. in ways that he was not prepared to entertain.��

�Potter� he said quietly.�

The black head stirred on his chest �Mmmph?�
came the groggy reply.

�Get off� he instructed.�

There was a flinch and then the boy mumbled an embarrassed apology and retreated back to the far side of
the bed.�

He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep despite the
uncomfortable weight at his groin.� It
proved difficult.�

After what couldn�t have been more than five minutes he felt
the boy edging closer to him again.�

He lay, staring frustratedly at the wall while Potter
gradually returned, clamping himself around Severus own body like devils snare.�

His hand this time snuck up to Severus neck, laying itself lightly against his
skin.�

His cock was expressing extreme interest in the attentions
of the boy and Potters leg, now more tightly wrapped around his own than before
he woke him, was not helping.�

He was sorely tempted to just.. reach
down and relieve himself quickly ...but the thought of Potter waking up and
finding him beating off was simply too unsavoury.�

He tried to ignore the arousal he felt.�

Potters fingers at his neck wound themselves in his hair and gripped.�

It was as if sending the boy away had made his pull toward
Severus stronger.� Half of his body was
slung over him now where before it had been only his head, arm and lower
leg.�

He shivered, speculating on what might happen if he woke Potter and sent him
away again.�

His cock throbbed insistently.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustrated
irritation.� Finally he had reached the
end of his tether.

�Potter.� He woke the boy again.

�mm?� the voice mumbled against his
chest.

�You are doing it again� he said quietly.�

There was a pause.. a rather long pause, Severus observed, and then the
reluctant, ashamed voice muttered �sorry..� and Potter moved himself to the
other side of the bed again.�

Severus pulled his wand from beneath his pillow and cast a vertical ward down
the middle of the bed over their joined hands, preventing passage in either
direction.�

Potter didn�t notice, he had slipped back to sleep almost as soon as he�d
stopped moving, it seemed.�

Feeling that that matter was taken care of and wondering why
he hadn�t simply used the ward in the first place, Severus closed his eyes,
turning his thoughts to the Dark Lord�s new project and waiting for his
erection to dissipate.�

He was pulled out of speculation about golems by a
whimper.�

Turning his head he was not entirely surprised to see Potter
pressed up flush against the barrier.�
His face seemed contorted in sleep, forlorn and confused.� As Severus watched he whimpered again softly,
turning his head into the pillow and furrowing his brow.

Of all the bloody...�

He scowled at the boy.� As he watched,
potter slowly curled into a foetal position, clutching Severus hand to his
chest.�

He looked so.. pathetically
needy.. Severus thought uncharitably.�

Pitiful.�

And indeed he did feel a small measure of pity.�

It seemed that Potter was so desperate for human contact that he would even
take it from a man he hated.�

He watched the boy whimper and clutch at his hand for
another few minutes, hoping that it would abate.� But it seemed only to intensify; the whimpers
sounding pained and pleading.

Finally he sighed long-sufferingly and dismantled the barrier ward.�

The boy fairly leapt upon him.� In short
order he found himself wearing him; Potters lean body lay
atop his own, his legs straddling Severus.�

One of Potters arms had curled up and insinuated itself beneath his neck and
the boy�s face was pressed against his shoulder, his nose nuzzled against
Severus throat.�

This development did not
assist him to deflate.�

He swept a disgusted hand down his face.�

Potter was not heavy, but he was very..very near.� Severus could feel the warmth of his naked
chest through his nightshirt, he could feel the boys hair tickle his jaw... and
feel his pajama�d legs against his own naked ones..

he could feel..

he could feel the boy�s cock laid alongside his own.

It was soft.� Thank Merlin for small
wonders.��

He turned his face slightly and tried to think about
something else.�

It was pointless, particularly now that there was a warm body pressed against
his hardness.�

He forced himself to remain still although his cock was insisting that it would
not wake Potter if he were to simply rub himself against him slightly.�

At this moment, he admitted to himself, if the boy were
willing, he�d quite contentedly pound him into the mattress.��

He turned his head toward the face at his throat and heard a
soft sigh of contentment again.��

Tentatively he lifted his free hand and laid it over Potter�s back, embracing
the boy.�

There was a very very faint mmmm...� It seemed the boy desired skin contact.� As much as possible.�

He stroked his hand gently down the smooth unblemished back
of the teenager clinging to him.� His
skin was silky and hot. He repeated the action.�

After the third passage he was certain that Potter�s breathing had sped up
against his throat.

As if confirming his suspicion the boy�s cock gave a twitch.�

Severus drew his wand and carefully cast a disrobing charm
to undo the buttons of his nightshirt one after another.�

He couldn�t simply vanish the thing.� If Potter woke, he could easily say that the
boy had undone the buttons as he slept but there was no way that Potter could
have cast a spell in his sleep, wandless no less.�

The buttons slipped open one after another between their
bodies until the last one was freed. �He
twitched and teased the sides of his nightshirt free with his wand and then
returned it to beneath his pillow.�

Now he felt the boy�s skin, directly against his own.� He was hot and smooth and firm.�

Potters reaction was also noticeable .. he seemed to snuggle down against him,� the arm around his neck curled tighter and
his fingers buried themselves in Severus hair.�

The boy�s cock was at half mast, likely from the friction and it felt delicious
against his own.�

Daringly..against his better
judgement Severus turned his head slightly and whispered �Potter..�

There was a long pause and then the boy purred a faint
response.� He smirked at the sound

�Seeing as you are apparently determined to press yourself
to me anyway, I am going to unstick our hands.� Are you agreeable?�

He felt the wuschel-topped head nod against his
throat.�

A moment later it was done and Potters other arm came up automatically to wrap
around his neck.� He adjusted himself,
settling in more comfortably against Severus chest. �s�better�
he mumbled.�

Severus snorted softly, mildly amused by this situation now that the shock had
worn off.� He wrapped both arms around
the young body atop his and held him protectively.�

�Yes..� it is..� he said thoughtfully.�

It took a long time for him to finally drift off to
sleep.� Potters cock kept hardening and
softening against his own and causing his to respond in turn.� It was all he could do to remind himself over
and over of the many valid reasons
not to simply lift the boy, lubricate him and take his pleasure.�

Perhaps through of this endless circular progression of counting the reasons , functioning much like counting sheep.. eventually sleep
claimed him.

Harry drifted.� He
felt...wonderful.�� Better than he�d ever
felt.� He was enclosed and safe and so
warm and comfortable.� Everything was
peaceful and quiet.� There was no buzzing.. no fear.�

Something smelled nice..

He inhaled more deeply, taking in the sweet herby scent.�

There was a gentle movement too.� It was like floating in a boat on the ocean
with waves rising and falling.��

He rose slowly closer to the surface of awareness, taking in
more of his environment.�

He had a feeling that he didn�t want to wake.. as if waking up would bring
problems.�

But it was impossible to sink back down into dreams again..
he was waking.�

His senses rearranged themselves and he became aware that he
was lying on top of a warm body.� He
could feel skin against his bare chest and arms around him, one hand in the
small of his back and the other draped up his spine; its hand resting on the
back of his neck.�

The arms around him felt..nice.. It was all tied in
with this weird sense of being safe.�

Reality flowed back and he realised exactly who he was
curled around.�

He cracked his eyes and saw skin, Snape�s pale throat.� A couple of strands of silky black hair left
no doubt as to exactly where he was; whose neck he had his arms wrapped
around.�

Good god.. he
could feel skin against his chest..

Had Snape undressed?�

A nasty little thought crept into his mind.. had he undressed
Snape in his sleep?!�

That was the problem right there!

...Disturbing as it was, he was now awake
and he hadn�t moved away from Snape..the git.. the bastard.. the hard warm body
that felt so insanely not-awful
beneath his own.�

He was actually trying to stay as still as he could in order not to wake him up
so that he could remain where he was a bit longer. �As soon as Snape woke he�d yell and throw him
off and...

Why was his hand unstuck?!�

He tried to remember.�

There was a vague feeling like maybe Snape had said something..about
it..or something.. but it was
blurry.�

Had he woken him up several
times?� He had the feeling of being sent
away more than once.�

Why the hell did he want to be close to the git when he slept anyway?!

Why would anyone want to be close to him, ever.. he was such a colossal arse all the bloody time.�

A colossal arse who somehow feels intensely peaceful..
relaxing.. calming.. his mind added unhelpfully.�

�I know you�re awake, Potter.� I felt you stir when you woke up.�� Snape rumbled softly above him.�

He could feel the sound vibrate in Snape�s chest against his skin.

He swallowed and made to unwind his arms and pull away.�

The arms around him tightened slightly.�
Not uncomfortably.. just
enough to assert that pulling away was not necessary.�

He felt bizarrely ridiculously grateful and curled back down.�

�I�m sorry.� He mumbled.�

He felt Snape snort.

�Yes.� That is what you said each time I
had you remove yourself from my person last night.� However.. I think we
might better have a little chat about your..preferences.. this
morning.��

Harrys eyes widened� and he gulped, unsure how to even
begin to respond to that.�

Did Snape mean what he thought he meant?!

Oh fuck..

The rumbling voice continued after a pause.

�After the second time I sent you away, I placed a barrier between us, thinking
to solve the problem, however it appeared to distress
you greatly.� Your urgent whimpers and
tugs at my hand were keeping me awake so I took it down again.�

Your current position is what resulted. �

At some point I woke when you were unbuttoning my nightshirt, but after you had
finished and bared me to you, you seemed to calm again and I was able to return
to sleep. ��

The hand on his neck� moved and stroked down his spine
slightly.� He was unable to suppress a
pleasurable little shiver.�

God.. this was so wrong.� Why was he reacting this way?!� Had the git cast some kind of spell or
slipped him a potion or something?!

�You seem to enjoy touching me, Potter.� I am curious.. do you enjoy my hands upon you?��

Harry�s�
breath caught.� Fuckfuckfuck.
Oh fuck.�

The answer was quite obviously yes.. But he didn�t
want it to be.�

He wanted to be disgusted and enraged and to leap up and run out of Snape�s
chambers and never return.�

The hand stroking his spine moved up and buried itself in
his hair.� He felt himself harden,
against his will.� It felt so good!� He tilted his head back, leaning into the
hand.�

�It certainly seems like you do..� Snape growled softly.

He bit out �yes� and closed his eyes, giving himself over to
the sensation, as the hand at his lower back slid feather light over his arse
near the top of his pajama bottoms.

�Do you want me to keep touching you?� Snape�s voice was
slightly husky.�

That was the question..

That was the point of either getting up and running out of here like the
clappers or giving himself over to the feelings he was trying to deny were
racing through him.�

He hesitated.�

The hand skating over his arse suddenly gripped it firmly as
the other in his hair clenched, wrenching his head back further.�

The pain was minor but the feeling.. god..it excited him! �He felt his cock harden so quickly it was as
if a partial petrificus had been cast upon it.

He couldn�t prevent the faint moan as he was dragged back far enough for Snape
to look into his face.�

The man�s expression was somehow different than it always
was.� He looked..
heated.. feral..it somehow incongruently softened his features.�

�Yes.. don�t
stop� Harry gritted out, his eyebrows lifting in a helpless confused
expression.�

Snape�s eyes flashed and he actually smouldered at Harry.� �You
know what will happen if you remain, Potter?..� he
asked.. but it wasn�t really a question,
obviously.�

Harry recognised that Snape was, in a roundabout way, seeking permission.. making sure that his advances
were desired.�

That somehow reassured him.� Whatever the
bastard might be.. he
apparently wasn�t a rapist.�

Harry swallowed again, afraid and excited and
impulsive.� �Yes.� he said determinedly.
�I understand..��

Snape tilted his head speculatively..
�Show me..� he murmured.�

The hand in his hair relaxed and fingers soothed his scalp.� He arched into it like
a cat, closing his eyes. ��Feels so good�
he mumbled.�

He felt rather than saw Snape snort.

�Oh.. I assure you I can make you feel considerably
better than that, Potter.�

But first... allow me to ensure we are ...undisturbed.� I am excusing you from classes today.� I feel that your...training..
is far more of a priority at present.��

Harry nodded and a moment later the world shifted and he
found himself on his back beneath the much larger man, his legs slung around
his hips.�

He could feel Snape�s cock hard against his own through the thin fabric of the pajama bottoms.�

It felt big.�

He became worried suddenly. What if Snape wanted to..um..put that inside him?!�
He shifted uneasily.�

�Don�t fuss� Snape instructed at his wriggling.� The man had drawn his wand and Harry was a
bit worried until he saw parchment and ink float into the room from the
study.� Snape plucked it out of the air
and placed the parchment upon Harry�s chest.�

Harry looked down with furrowed brows as the man swiftly penned a letter to the
headmaster upon him, to the same effect as he had told Harry a minute
earlier.� He waved his wand in a more
complex pattern and the parchment lifted and folded itself into a paper
plane.�

Snape appeared to concentrate and Harry saw a handful of
floo powder lift from the bowl on his mantelpiece and fly into the fire.� �Headmaster�s office� Snape said clearly and
the fire flamed green.�

He directed the small paper dart into it and it vanished along with the green
colour in a flash.�

The ink and quill were levitated to the bedside table and then the sable haired
man turned back and fixated Harry with a dark smirk.

�I believe you were about to demonstrate to me that you want this..�� He leaned down,
his chest against Harry�s, his harsh face tilting slightly, inquisitively.�

Harry breathed in deeply, noticing that the more of his skin
he touched the better he seemed to feel.

�What do you want me to do?� he asked nervously.�

The man sneered ��Shall I draw you a map, Potter?!�

Harry hesitated, unsure of himself
and wrapped his arms around Snape�s neck again.�
Yes.� That felt better.�

He pulled him down and, before he could think better of it, pressed a cautious
kiss to the cruel lips.� That felt very, very, wrong.�

The look of surprise on Snape�s face told him that he hadn�t expected it
either. Then he seemed to sigh resignedly.

�Of course you would be one of those individuals who cannot
fuck without kissing, Potter. Naturally.��

The next moment Harry felt his mind explode into streams of
shock and lust when Snape suddenly dove and kissed him roughly.�

It was more a storming of his feeble defences than a kiss.� He responded helplessly as a hot wet tongue
probed his mouth, dominating his own.�

He felt Snape splay his knees slowly against him and the
movement forced his own legs up in the air from where they�d begun to droop
around the man�s thighs to wrap around his waist once more.�

There was a hand in his hair again, clenched tightly, and another sliding down
his ribs.�

He moaned through the kiss.�

This was..fucked up.�
Completely mental.� Doing this.. with Snape..�

...But he also thought he might seriously lose his mind if the man were to suddenly� move away
and stop touching him.��

The hand that had been moving down his side had reached the
waistband of his pajama bottoms and he gasped
slightly as Snape�s cool, smooth fingers delved below the waistband, slipping
in and cupping the cheek of his arse, pulling him tighter against himself.�

It felt good in a terrifying way.�

Or terrifying in a good way.�

He rocked his hips slightly against the body above him. �Snape smirked against his mouth and gave his
hair one final jerk before releasing it.

His mouth moved to Harry�s ear and he growled �I�ll hear you beg, Potter,
before the day is through.. I promise you..�

The threat/promise coupled with that low velvety register
made something inside Harry fizz in desperate need.�

He gripped Snape more tightly and turned his face toward
him, finding his jaw and licking it. Sucking at it.

The hand that had been on his arse suddenly withdrew and then Snape must have
used his wand because his pajama bottoms
vanished.��

He felt skin pressed against the backs of his thighs..

he felt.. bloody peculiar
really.� There was a cock pressing
against his..

oh!�

Now rubbing against his own.. and
it felt.. intense.�

Snape�s head had dropped to his neck and was sucking and nibbling at him
teasingly and it was doing strange things to his body..
he groaned and clutched, writhing helplessly at the
overload of sensation.

�Fuck..� he choked out.�

�Mmmm not yet, Potter� the sexy
voice growled silkily.�

A hand was sliding up the outside of his thigh and he jerked
in reaction and then Snape started kissing down his body.� He couldn�t do anything but respond to the
hot lips, teeth, tongue..

...oh the tongue...his tongue was diabolical.�

Harry whimpered and bucked his hips, his hands clutching at
the soft locks of hair and then..oh god oh fuck Snape
licked a long stroke up his cock and he just wasn�t able to prevent himself
from crying out at the feeling.�

He screamed when the man suddenly swallowed his whole length.� The rest of the, pitifully short, blow job
was a blur.� It felt like he was coming
almost immediately and he spasmed and yelped when he felt his professors throat
move and realised he was swallowing his cum..

but then.. then he didn�t stop! �He kept licking and sucking gently, ignoring
Harry�s protests and pleading and attempts to extract himself, his mouth was
maddening around the sensitive flesh and then Harry found himself hardening
once more and the tender cruelty began all over again.�

He was one enormous exposed nerve and was utterly powerless
to do anything but flail and buck and grip at the hair of the head that bobbed
at his groin. When Snape moaned with Harry�s prick in his throat, the vibration
was like nothing he�d ever experienced before.�
He�d had a few blow jobs from some of the girls he�d shagged over the
last couple of years.� Being famous was
kind of a turn on for a lot of girls it seemed.�

Nothing he�d ever had was anything like as good as what Snape was doing to him
right now.�

He kept bringing him to the brink of blowing his load and then pulling back.. slowing down, clamping his
shaft.. it was maddening.�

When he felt, with his cock deep in the man�s throat, his
tongue slide out and swipe over his balls, he thought he�d lose his mind.

�Oh god.. please..
please..let me come.. please.. I .. fuck.. it�s
too much� he babbled incoherently, stroking the silky head that seemed to be
the centre of all things in the known universe, the point around which the
world turned.�

The sensation produced by Snape�s darkly amused chuckle around him actually
made him groan at the top of his lungs.�

He struggled, trying to hold the head in place so that he could fuck into it
but his hands were swiftly captured and then it was even more unbearably
mindlessly arousing with his wrists clamped down against the mattress and Snape�s
head still moving on him.

He would hover on the knife edge of coming, trying to force himself to tip and
then the bastard would release him and suck his balls or tongue the area just
below them and it all felt so fucking
amazing..

Who in hell would ever have guessed that Snape (the git) was
the worlds most talented cocksucker?!�

He wanted to tell someone that Snape was bloody brilliant but there was no one
in the world he could possibly tell.�

He panted, thrusting at the mouth above him, praying that
this time he�d be allowed to finish.. �God.. Snape..please.. need it.. so fucking good..please ..just let me come.. SNAPE PLEASE!! FUCK.. PLEASE!!!�

He screamed it, feeling the smirk all up and down his length and the
bastard must have taken pity on him because then he sucked harder and pressed a
thumb below his balls and Harry shrieked in ecstasy as he exploded into the hot
tight mouth.. the rough silk of that tongue still
slipping over and around him.�

It went on forever.� He�d never come like
this.. it practically
deserved a different word.�

He felt like he�d ejected half the contents of his balls..half
the contents of his mind.� His body was
like a taut bowstring thrumming with the energy being released.�

When it was done he flopped back down on the bed utterly unable to move.�

�Fucking hell� he said weakly.�

He jerked galvanically as Snape
licked the length of his cock once again.�

�Oh god.. please..
no.. I need a minute...� he spluttered.�

Snape seemed to consider this proposition thoughtfully.� �You beg so prettily Potter.� I�ll grant you one minute��

Harry whimpered and his eyes widened to show all the
whites.�

�Please.. Snape..I can�t take
it.��

The smirk that his professor shot him was wolfish. �Oh.. you�ll take it, Potter.� When I am ready to give it
to you.� I believe your minute is
up.��

The next three quarters of an hour were pure blissful
torture.� By the time Snape allowed him
to come he was nearly sobbing with want.�

This time when Harry collapsed, panting and shivering in the aftermath of his
mind blowing climax, Snape lifted himself and crawled back up his body.�

Harry clutched at him weakly, wanting to feel him against his skin.�

The relief that he felt when the man�s long powerful body was stretched
alongside his was unlike anything he�d felt heretofore.�

He wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his face in the crook of his
throat, inhaling that pleasant sweet herb scent.�

�You smell so good� he mumbled against his skin.

�mmm� was the only response.
For a while they drifted off to sleep together.��

Harry woke at the feeling of lips on his jaw.. on his neck.. teeth
biting on the tender nerves at the crux of neck and shoulder. �He hummed appreciatively and allowed his hands
to explore the body of the man leaning over him pleasuring him again..

The reaction this had on Snape was unmistakeable.� He realised slowly that Snape liked to be touched.�

He touched him and kissed him thinking about how he should probably return the
favour and..um.. go down on
him.�

He had no idea how to do it.. but it couldn�t be that hard, could it?�

True, Snape was really big and that probably made it harder
but..he�d probably expect him to do it and if he
wanted Snape to do..that.. to
him again (and he did!) then he should do it.�

He tried experimentally to push at the larger man and to his
surprise Snape allowed himself to be rolled onto his back without any resistance.��

Harry licked his lips nervously and tried to duplicate what the man had done,
licking and nipping his way down his body.��

When he sucked on one of the pale pebbled nipples Snape
groaned deep.

Harry felt somehow powerful that he could wring that sound from him and applied
similar attention to the other one, moving back and forth between them.�

The groan was not repeated but when he nipped the other nipple experimentally
he heard the man�s breath catch and his hips shifted
beneath him, grinding against him gently.�

He moved on and a hand sifted through his hair, massaging
his scalp lightly but not pushing him deeper.�

Soon enough he had reached his ultimate destination

...perhaps just a little too soon for
his own nerves..he might have hurried just a little in
his nervousness, he thought.�

Snape hadn�t.� His progression had been
excruciatingly, mind blowingly slow.� He�d been in torment by the time he�d reached
his cock...

The size he�d felt rub against him seemed even larger when
he was staring it in the face.�

He swallowed, uncomfortable.�

He�d never..touched.. another
guy�s.. bits..in any way
before.� Now he was supposed to put his mouth
over..this monster.�

He wondered when Snape had washed last and what it would taste like.� He could feel himself� losing his nerve.�

The hand in his hair stroked him gently as if he were a
timid cat.�

He looked up and saw that Snape had lifted himself slightly
and was watching him with a curious fascinated expression.� His eyes glittered blackly in the firelight of
the windowless dungeon room.

Unsteadily he turned back to the.. um.. matter at hand and the cock in
front of him twitched in response.�

He gingerly ran a fingertip up its shaft and heard his professor exhale
brokenly.�

Leaning in he quickly darted a tongue out and tasted
the skin of the organ.�

It didn�t taste bad.� It tasted pretty
much like the rest of Snape had.� Maybe
it was a wee bit saltier.� But it wasn�t..gross.. or anything, he
decided.�

He swallowed and then he started to lick slowly up Snapes length, not touching it with his hands, just moving
his head.��

He heard the man�s breath speed up and the hand in his hair tightened and then
loosened again reluctantly.�

When he licked the top side of the penis it rubbed against his face with
gravity and at that he heard a faint moan of need from Snape.� He changed sides and did it again.�

�You know, Potter�� His professors silky voice choked out.
�your face is infinitely more tolerable with my cock
rubbing all over it..�

Harry frowned and bristled.�

Experimentally he bit the side of the shaft in his face in punishment.� However, at that, the moan that issued from
its owner was urgent and needy.�

Snape liked being bitten apparently..

He repeated the action all up and down his length on both sides enjoying the
soft gasps until felt the hand in his hair tighten painfully.

�Suck.. Potter� Snape instructed huskily.�

Harry moved to comply, wrapping his hand around the shaft
and raising it so that he could rise up on his knees and suck the tip.� He intended to work his way down slowly and
try to get used to it but Snape was having none of it.� Another hand joined the first on his head and
he was forced down brutally as the man thrust up into
his face.�

He choked right away.�

Snape only pulled back for a second and then he was pulling him back down
again, fucking into his mouth.�

Harry only tried to resist for a second..
it was impossible and ..anyway..he found he didn�t want to resist.� He somehow liked the way it felt to have himself dragged around; have his mouth just used.�

He just tried to suck while the thick large weight slid in and out past his
lips.�

The sounds Snape was making showed that he liked his submission too and when
Harry turned his eyes up to the man�s face, his tongue experimentally flicking
across the moving velvety bar in his mouth, Snape abruptly lost it, thrusting
into him hard, bruising his throat and making him gag.�

Seeing him in distress only spurned the man on to do it more, harder,
deeper.�

He felt a gristly grinding as suddenly the cock in his mouth forced itself down
his throat and he nearly threw up.�

�YES!� That�s it, Harry... right..
there� Snape groaned out above him.�

The shock of hearing his professor refer to him for the
first time by his name actually distracted him from the pain and nausea as the
thick shaft buried itself in his throat over and over.�

He had almost half the insane length in his mouth now.�

Suddenly Snape thrust in and stopped moving, his length impaling Harry.� he could feel it
stretching his throat unnaturally tightly and he couldn�t breathe at all.� He protested around the thick shaft in his
mouth but the hands at his head held him there.�

Tears sprung to his eyes in panic and he looked up at the glazed lust filled
eyes pleadingly.�

�Do you want me to finish, Harry?� his professor asked
shakily.�

He tried to nod but it was impossible impaled as he was..

�Are you going to swallow it all like a good boy? Like a good
little cocksucker?��

He wanted to say �yes!� Yes!� I
can�t breathe.� Help!��

He struggled ineffectually at the hands that held him in place, if anything
the massive object in his throat buried itself even deeper.� He whined pleadingly and Snape�s eyes lit
up.�

�Yes.. you�re
a needy little thing, aren�t you, and you want to please me.� Swallow it all boy!��

At that Snape pulled back, pausing for only a second as
Harry gasped desperately at the air before burying himself into his throat
again.�

It was only a few violent thrusts and then he pulled out halfway and Harry felt
the cock in his mouth pulsing.

Then he had a huge mouthful of bitter liquid.�

Ugh..

He wanted to spit it out but Snape held his head in place.

�Swallow...� he
instructed breathily. ��

Harry did.� It tasted
even more awful going down his bruised throat.�

The softening cock in his mouth was withdrawn gently.� He coughed and pulled a face.� �God.. that�s disgusting..�

There was a snort above him.�
He looked up fearfully but Snape was smirking.�

�It is indeed an acquired taste.� You are
going to acquire it, Potter. Soon enough you will in fact thirst for it.� Believe
me.� Now come here.��

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