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Areas of Expertise	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 42274 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Nine - Admissions

'There was a disturbance in my heart, a voice that spoke there and said I want, I want, I want! ' and when I tried to suppress it it got even stronger.' Saul Bellow

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Harry looked about the rooms he was in. All of his stuff had been transferred here and now his trunk lay open with clothes spewing out of it, books, quills, parchment, potions kit, everything strewn haphazardly about.

The room itself was rather pleasant, considering its location and its nearest neighbour. The stone walls were covered with tapestries of witches and wizards playing various games. One looked like exploding snap (the acrid smell every so often wasn't to noticeable), another Gobstones, and a third was obviously chess. He didn't recognise all of the games being played, but Harry didn't mind. He rather liked the colourful hangings with their subtle movements.

His chambers were made up of two rooms. One 'L' shaped, the other fitting next to the L to form a square area. As you entered, Harry had had a small desk and chair placed where he could study. On the wall above the desk where bookshelves for the storage of his school supplies. Directly behind the chair, on the wall to the right, was the door to his tiny bathroom. Harry was thrilled to bits to have an individual bathroom and didn't care that it was scarcely big enough for the toilet, bath and washbasin it held.

Continuing into the main room, three comfy chairs had been arranged next to a table as a sitting area, and behind one chair, hidden behind a curtain, in the bottom part of the 'L' was Harry's double size four poster bed. There was a small space for walking around the bed, and against two walls, floor to ceiling wardrobes. Even when he actually put his clothing away, Harry knew he'd not even come close to filling one of the cupboards.

All in all, it was a lovely room for a boy alone. The Boy-Who-Lived only wished he hadn't had to become pregnant to get it. Thinking of the pregnancy led him to worrying about who had slipped him the potion. It seemed incredible that any student at the school would have done so, except if acting on the orders of a parent who was one of Voldemort's followers. Which led him to suspect ...

Malfoy.

Even after all these years, he still couldn't find a single redeeming feature in the blond Slytherin, yet he had to have one. Harry was not so prejudiced as to assume the boy had no good qualities.

He must just hide them REALLY well.

The Gryffindor wondered if Snape had discerned any good qualities in the lad. After all, Snape would be the one who was most likely to know Malfoy.

Snape...

Snape, his teacher. Snape, who taunted him, who gave him detentions, who tormented him with references to his father. Snape, who fucked him like the world was about to end.

God! Stop thinking about it!

He was relieved when he heard a knock at his ajar door. A hand pushed it further open and Ron stood there, grinning. In front of him Hermione stood, carrying a small plant.

'I brought you a house warming gift.' She said, holding out the plant.

Harry looked stunned. 'Thanks! What is it?' he took it off her and settle it on the shelf above his desk, listening all the while to her explanation.

'I asked Neville as he knows more about magical plants than I do, I wanted to get you a plant that would protect you if there was danger, and I was unsure about which would be best, so I asked Neville. I didn't tell him it was for you, just for a friend of my parents who was expecting. He was really helpful and told me this one would be best ' servo effloresce ' and even helped me persuade Professor Sprout to take a cutting of the one in the Greenhouse. It's a really clever plant. It doesn't ever flower except if there's danger.'

Finally Hermione ran down and Harry nodded his thanks.

'So, mate,' Ron's voice was deceptively calm, 'when were you planning on telling us you were gay?'

During all the discussion they had had in the Hospital Wing, Harry's role in the 'sex with Snape' plan hadn't been mentioned. Now, it seemed, Harry would have to deal with it.

'I'm not gay.' Harry said.

Hermione and Ron exchanged glances then the witch looked over to the seating area. 'Can we sit down and talk about this?' she asked.

'Sure,' Harry agreed, 'but there's nothing to talk about. I'm not gay. Dumbledore said we had to have sex to link our magic. Well that worked brilliantly didn't it?' he sounded bitter, 'Now I'm up the duff.'

Hermione took the seat closest to the curtain that separated Harry's bed from the rest of the room. Ron settled in the chair in the corner, leaving Harry the one with its back mostly to the rest of the room.

The girl sighed. 'I'm really sorry, Harry,' she sounded like she meant it, 'but this plan can only have worked if, on some level, you were not entirely adverse to the idea of ... er...' she stopped turning crimson.

Ron finished, just as embarrassed, ''another guy shoving his dick into your arsehole.'

'Cheers Ron!' Hermione muttered sarcastically as Harry's face flamed.

'Good that's disgusting Ron! I didn't want that. I never did! It was horrible having to lie there with him over me.'

Ron turned delicately green at the image, but Hermione encouraged the other to go on.

'Tell me.'

Harry related what had happened, including his feelings, except for when he had begun to enjoy it.

'So,' Hermione said, ignoring Ron's traumatised expression, 'he was really gentle and tried his best to make it good for you. It hurt when he pushed into you,' (Here Ron said 'URGH!') 'but you kind of got used to it. Then he came.' She bit her lip before asking, 'Harry, did you come?'

At this, Ron could take no more and ran out of the room, muttering something about 'Sicko girls and their need to KNOW everything'

Harry tried to get up to go after the red head, but Hermione's next question stopped him. 'Did you beg him to fuck you?'

'HERMIONE!' He yelped.

'Did you?' She was relentless, 'Did you feel him splitting you open? Did he fuck you hard? Did you want it? Did you spread your legs eagerly and moan? Did you come with his dick up your ass?'

Harry turned a tortured face to her. He was flushed and panting. 'God,' he groaned, 'Hermione, stop, please.'

She stared at him with pity but carried on asking, 'Did you beg him to pound you til you couldn't walk? Did you feel him spurt into you and love it? Didn't you love everything he did to you? Didn't you love it, Harry? Didn't you love it?'

'YES!' He yelled, dropping to his knees. Instantly the girl was beside him as he sobbed. 'It wasn't meant to be like this, 'Mione,' he whispered as she rocked him, making shushing noises, 'I'm meant to like girls. Why can't I like girls? Why do I have to like boys? God, why do I have to like HIM?'

'It's ok, Harry, it's ok. It doesn't matter. Neither Ron nor I care who you fancy. We want you to be happy. So you're gay, so what?'

'I'm not.'

Hermione rolled her eyes. 'Do you really want me to start asking you those questions again, Harry?'

'No. Definitely not.'

'Then will you please be honest with me.'

Harry wiped his eyes and stood up. He turned away from her, and in a tortured, small voice said, 'Hermione, I think I'm g-gay.'

Rolling her eyes for the second time, and resisting the urge to go 'duh!' at him she stood up as well.

'Try and accept it Harry,' she advised, 'it's who you are. I'll even stop badgering you.' She and her friend shared a smile. She brushed her knees then said briskly, 'I'd better see what's happened to Ron.'

She'd made it to the door before he spoke. 'Hermione?'

'Yes?'

'Would you and Ron get it together, please?'

Face flaming, she left.

Harry, feeling a little better since he had managed to embarrass her, closed the door and sat down in a chair, mulling over what she had advised him to do.

'I'm g-gay.'

It was difficult to say.

'I like men.' That was easier, but it still stuck a little in his throat.

Harry stared blankly at the tapestry in front of him and thought.

'I like cock.' He blushed, but couldn't get the image of Snape's big dick out of his head.

'I like his cock.' He imagined himself in the potions classroom, after lessons, on his knees sucking Snape off whilst the other marked - or tried to.

Harry moaned and rubbed at his erection. Hurriedly, he tugged off his jeans, t shirt, and underwear and dived onto the bed. He pulled the covers over and ran his hands across his chest, feeling his still slightly sore nipples tighten.

Slowly, teasingly, he walked one hand down to his dick and curled his fingers around his sensitive length. He moaned in pleasure as his grip tightened. He slid down his length, leaving just his finger and thumb around it, whilst his other fingers cupped his balls.

He wrapped his digits fully around again and tugged up the length, twisting and tightening at the tip. His palm dampened with the fluid that dribbled out of his slit. He pulled down, almost painfully pulling his foreskin back, then slid up again, nail digging into the weeping crevice at his swollen head.

'Snape,' he gasped as he gripped himself tightly and began hard. He lifted his hips into his grip, arse clenching as he pushed up. He wanted the other so much.

'Snnnaaaaaaape,' he moaned, other hand coming down and rubbing his balls.

He arched his back, splattering semen on his chest and stomach. He sank back, dick hurting with the force of his grip, and his climax.

'Goddamit,' he panted musingly, 'I think I'm gay.'

-- Ok, so this chapter did not go to plan at all. It was just meant to be Harry thinking of the lovely Sevvy, not 'fessing up to Hermione that he was gay (like it was news to anyone!) Still, I rather liked it.
-- Thanks to my reviewers. *Kiss* Incredibly LilRinnieB left a nice comment. So chuffed! I love your story!
-- Gonna slow down on the updates probably as obviously I write more on the weekends. Although, I have had a new idea for a HP/SS story. Just need to work out the ending! Less angst in that one! But I'll continue on this one before I try to do that one!
-- Next chapter should feature Harry and Sev getting to know each other.
-- Oh, and I reckon Hermione's been reading AFF! SP
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