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Advances	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CH8 AN: Thunderbird – sorry about stopping where I did. I had to otherwise the chapter would've been twice its usual length (not that I think anyone would have minded). Ron does eventually explain himself when he (spoiler) comes back, so I'm not telling you anything you wouldn't have found out later. And I hope you like what happens to Dung, I think it rather fitting!
Book_addict_89 – Indeed, poor Hermione. But, canon Hermione (and my Hermione) is pretty resilient and stronger than most people realise. But I loved the idea of her “sat there with her book, rocking back and forth probably reciting the alphabet backwards anything to take her mind off what she knows is going on in Harry's room.” And I agree, I was disappointed in Ron when he buggered off in DH. His journey back in mine is slightly different. SP
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Chapter 8 – Get Your Game Face On
In his room, Harry began working at the buttons on the older man's clothes, wanting them off so that he could feel all that lovely skin.
- Mine, - the wolf thought with a possessive growl.
Ours, Harry corrected before the lust overwhelmed him altogether.
With the clothing off the teacher, Harry slid his cool hands over the pale chest, revelling in the softness of the skin, the slight coarseness of the few hairs gathered between the pectoral muscles, the trail of black hairs that led from Snape's naval down into his bulging trousers. Seeing the tenting of the material, Harry moaned softly, and rubbed his palm over the hardness.
Severus moaned and clutched at Harry's shoulders. “Please, Harry, we've had to wait so long. Don't mess around.” He was acutely aware of just how long it had been since he had last plunged into his young lover – he'd last sampled the delicious body on the evening of August 1^st, the day the Ministry had fallen; and now it was December 24^th. So many many nights without Harry in his bed.
Eager, Harry undid the zip and plunged his hand inside the trousers. He gripped the hot thick shaft and had to chew on his bottom lip to keep himself from whimpering with need and pleasure. Wanking daily, thinking of Severus, it somehow hadn't occurred to him that the other man might have been missing their intimacy just as much, but when he found himself covered with the other man's semen, he quickly understood how desperate the older wizard had been.
He leaned up and in and kissed Snape. His own chest, still covered by a jumper, rubbed against the skin and made him yearn to be naked. Keeping his hand around the cock, he continued to play with the swollen shaft, keeping it from retreating, not whilst there were still battles to engage in.
At last he had to free himself, strip, and then grind against his mate, kissing the man who had claimed him so completely.
Snape slid his hands around Harry. One went into the already messy hair, and the other stroked down the back, fondling a buttock before teasing his fingers between the muscles to stroke at the entrance.
“You're wet,” he observed, surprised. He thought back to that wonderful time in the alleyway. Harry had been wet then too.
“Mmm?” Harry moaned, head spinning with the pleasure of smelling and touching and tasting Snape all at the same time. “Oh, oh yes, I'm able to have pups.” He kissed Severus' pale lips gently as the other man gasped, and whispered, “I can have your pups.” He kissed the mouth again, “Our children, Severus.” Another soft kiss, “I want our children.”
The older wizard was stunned but moved by the words. Children. Children with Harry. He'd long given up any hope of offspring, and now, here he was, being told by his werewolf partner that it was not only possible, it was desired.
“One day,” Severus agreed, kissing Harry.
“Now,” Harry insisted, pushing against the older man and making him fall backwards onto the bed. Already naked, it was easy for Harry to pull off the last remaining clothing that prevented him being fully skin to skin with Severus and then settle so that he was straddling the older wizard.
“Harry,” Severus panted, all too aware of his throbbing cock nestled between the buttocks, sliding along the slick hole.
“Please,” Harry begged, “please, Severus, I want your pup so much.” He rubbed his flat stomach, and Snape found he couldn't look away. He could imagine Harry swollen with their child, slender body contrasting with the large womb, and it made his seed leak out of him a little.
“Harry,” the older wizard gasped, struggling to hang onto sanity, “surely it's dangerous? Even without hunting down Dark Lords it can't be easy for you to carry and birth a child. I don't want to hurt you.”
“You never do,” the younger man assured his mate, leaning forward and kissing the chest. That it happened to shift his entrance so that it rubbed exquisitely against the tip of Snape's cock was a lucky happen-stance. He sucked and nibbled on the flesh, working a hard nipple between his teeth, all the time aware of the pressure against his entrance and longing to be claimed. But, as much as he wanted this, if Snape didn't want their children right now, he wasn't going to force it. His body clenched with pain at the idea of not carrying Severus' child immediately, but he fought himself, fought his urges, and strove to keep his human side uppermost. With all they had gone through, he would never force or coerce his partner.
Cajole, sure.
And so he rocked his hips lightly, moving his ass up and down, rubbing again and again against the swollen head.
“Harry,” it was a drawn out groan, and then the hands on his body tightened about his hips and he was being pulled down, pulled onto Snape's cock.
Harry threw his head back and made a soft keening noise in the back of his throat. This was what he had needed for so long. Severus' hard hot thickness pushing into him, pressing his walls apart with that sensitive head, sliding deep into him and claiming every inch of his desperate channel until finally he was taken, and the tip was nudging his nub.
Groaning, he sank so that his thighs rested on the other man's legs. The cock as far into him as it could go. He sobbed with pleasure, his own cock leaking helplessly.
Severus, seeing the frankly erotic sight of the younger man impaled on his dick, could only clutch desperately at the hips and try not to explode inside the hot body. He'd tried to convince himself that he'd mis-remembered how good it felt to possess Harry, but, if anything, he had undersold it in his mind as the scorching heat and tightness gripped him and made his whole body tingle with need.
Yearning to kiss Harry, he managed to sit up, wincing at the ache in his stomach muscles. At once the youth wrapped his legs around Snape's waist. Then they kissed. And sitting like this - his balls pressed against the ass, his cock filling the hole, Harry's dick rubbing his stomach, their nipples aroused and rubbed against the other man - was more than Snape thought he could take. He nuzzled the neck, kissing and biting, licking at the sensitive scarring, and all the time Harry was clenching and unclenching his ass, milking Severus' shaft.
In turn, Harry nuzzled his mate, fingers rubbing over the skin, pinching and twisting the hard nubs on the chest, pulling – just a little – at the chest hair, loving the aroused/pained noise that came from Snape. He kissed the cheeks, the forehead, the hair, the nose, before finally focusing on the mouth. They clung together, lips connected, tongues sliding and rubbing. And all the time Harry continued to grip and release around the hardness filling him.
Kissing, touching, smelling one another, Harry bucked up and spurted over Severus' stomach. And that was enough to undo the older man. He pumped up and shouted as his seed gushed out of his head and spattered deep inside Harry's channel.
Panting as though he had done far more than simply climax, Severus somehow found Harry's mouth and kissed the younger man.
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“I know much about the Dark Lord's plans for immortality,” Severus admitted, once again settled in 'his' chair. This time, Harry was nestled at his feet, head resting on the older wizard's thigh.
He tried not to think about Dumbledore and what that man had told him about Harry's scar. It made his body clench at the idea of losing his partner. He was determined, if a way could be found, that one was; he was not giving up Harry so easily. If Death came too close to the youth, Severus would rip its nipples off.
“I know Albus shared much with you, Harry,” he stroked the messy hair, “and no doubt that is why you are living this glorious life, searching for horcruxes.”
“Yes,” Hermione answered him. She was struggling, deep down in herself, to understand what she felt. There was still that core of disappointment, but now she felt somewhat jealous. Not jealous of Harry or Severus, but jealous of their obvious contentment and … she hesitated to say the word, even in her mind. It just seemed wrong using 'love' and Snape in the same sentence.
“We've found one, but we can't destroy it.”
Snape smiled softly. “I can help there. The sword of Gryffindor can damage the locket as it has been impregnated ...” he paused, the word making him think of the youth he had just had sex with – had he impregnated Harry? He cleared his throat, “ahem, with basilisk venom. And basilisk venom can certainly destroy any magical object.”
Softly stroking his stomach with one hand, Harry spoke, “Severus, we heard some people talking a couple of weeks ago. They said the sword you have is a fake.”
“Idiot,” Snape commented without heat, “there is a fake stored in the Lestrange vault. But that's a copy I made for that very purpose. Did you really think I'd let you dash off on this crazy plan and not try to help?”
“I knew you would,” Harry admitted, rubbing his cheek against the other man's leg.
It fascinated Hermione, seeing Harry like this. It made it so clear that he was part werewolf. There was simply no denying the animalistic way he seemed to react to Snape.
“And, when you sent me the message saying you were coming here, I had to come too, as another of the Dark Lord's horcruxes is here.” He rather enjoyed the reaction of the two youths. “Bathilda Bagshot, she lives here. Or she did. However, the Dark Lord feared for the safety of Nagini, that snake he usually has with him, and so poor Bagshot was killed and now the snake is inhabiting the body. The plan was - and frankly it is nonsense - that if you came to Godric's Hollow, she, or rather, it, could attack and possibly kill you.”
Musing, Harry considered. “It might have worked,” he confessed, “it depends on what she, it, said to me.”
“It's a snake, Harry,” Hermione reminded him, “wouldn't you have noticed it was speaking Parseltongue?”
He shrugged. “Probably not. I don't usually notice.”
Hermione and Snape shared a look of tolerant frustration as they pondered Harry's words. It surprised the witch that she actually seemed to like this man despite all his cruelties over the years. But seeing the genuine affection that came from him made her far more tolerant of his many foibles than she would ever have thought possible. His eyes lost focus as he stroked his hands gently through the younger wizard's black hair.
She asked suddenly, “Sir, you said that the fake sword is in the Lestrange vault. Do you think You-Know-Who put one of his horcruxes there too? I'm only thinking it could be as it it's a powerful magical building and one that really symbolises the wizarding world. Wouldn't You-Know-Who want to put his horcrux somewhere like that?”
Harry shot her a look of surprise. He really should have been used to how bright she was; but even now she still sometimes took him off guard with how quickly her mind worked, and the connections she made.
“I believe there might be one there,” Severus answered. “Albus told me some of the items he suspected were turned into horcruxes, and if you have the locket of Slytherin himself, that means it might be Hufflepuff's cup in Bellatrix's husband's vault.”
Reluctantly, Harry asked, “I don't want you risking yourself, but can you get into the vault and destroy it without him realising?”
Snape considered, his hands still but still touching Harry's head. “Well, perhaps. I could, I imagine, request a trip there to check the sword, as I have heard rumours it has been stolen... but if I do that, when he discovers it missing, he'll know at once that it was I who knows too much. When that day comes, Harry, it'll be the day I die.”
Twisting around, eyes glowing yellow, the wolf growled, “Then you don't risk it. We'll find another way.” The amber faded and suddenly it was all Harry. “Please, Severus, don't risk it.”
A frown showed itself on the older man's face. “So only you get to risk your life?” he asked, irritated. “Why? Is it because your life has no meaning? No hope in it?”
“No,” Harry retorted, “I don't want anyone to die for me! And certainly not you! Don't you get I don't want to lose you?! I can't, Severus, I can't!”
“You're not the master of Death, Harry,” Snape observed calmly, trying not to react to the tears shining in the green eyes, “there are things you can't control. My actions are my own. And, unless you yourself raise your wand to me, you will not be responsible for my end.”
Harry pressed his head against the strong chest. “No,” he muttered obstinately, “no, you can't die!”
Hermione was unsure how to deal with these two. Harry had always been a passionate creature, one who reacted rather than thought, but to see him so overwhelmed by his emotions was a little frightening. It made her aware of how vulnerable he was. The Dark Lord had an area of weakness that he could use to attack Harry, and the man currently holding the Boy Who Lived was that weakness. A man who spent hours at the Dark Lord's side.
Quietly she said, “Shouldn't we get rid of that snake?”
Gently pushing Harry away from him, Snape stood up. “We should. Because the horcrux is within a living creature, it is far more vulnerable. Destroying the snake will end the horcrux too.”
Hermione nodded, grabbed her outdoor things once again and slid into them. Slowly Harry got to his feet and put on his coat too. Before he tugged on gloves, Severus pulled him to one side, “If you are pregnant, Harry, I want you to stay here. I will not risk our child, not when Miss Granger and I can take care of Nagini.”
Head tilted on one side in an expression Snape knew meant Harry was listening to the wolf, Harry frowned. “My fluffy half is refusing to talk. He got like this after I lost the baby.”
“You lost a baby?!” Severus yelled and Hermione stared in shock. She ran over to the pair and her eyes flicked from one to the other.
Then Harry had to explain about becoming pregnant after Bill And Fleur's wedding, about Mundungus Fletcher and his potion, and about the harm it had done to their unborn child. “It could be I'm not carrying a pup and he's sulking,” Harry finished, rubbing his stomach, hoping that he was pregnant.
For the first time ever, Harry saw tears in Severus' eyes. “Five months,” he groaned, “you would have been five months pregnant now. Our child would have been coming into the world soon.”
Heart breaking, Harry nodded. “I try not to think about it. Dung didn't know what he'd done to me. Hermione didn't even. I just couldn't bear telling anyone that I'd lost our child. It just hurt so much.”
“I will kill him,” Severus said. Had it been anyone else, it would have been mere hyperbole; with this man, his two listeners shuddered.
“Now, where's this fucking snake?” Snape snarled, “I want to hurt something!”
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CH8 AN: Bonus points / big cookie to whoever gets the Red Dwarf reference in this chapter. SP
CH9 Preview: … he smiled at her. “I love him, Hermione.” He saw her expression and he went on, “I know it's gross and it shouldn't have happened, but it did. When I needed someone to ground me and look after me, he was there. I'm not saying you wouldn't or couldn't have helped me, but it was him in the end who gave me what I needed.”
Blushing a little, she asked, “And when did he start giving you what you needed?”
Turning scarlet, Harry's eyes widened, “Hermione Jean Granger! You pervert! I didn't mean that. But, we first did that on, well, it's erm, complicated...”
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