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Shadows and Light	By : Cardinal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5125 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Severus brushed a strand of his hair out of his eyes as he surveyed the classroom of steaming cauldrons. It was a mixed class of Gryffindors and Slytherins which meant that there was general chaos whenever he turned his back. Allowing his eyes to gaze up and down each row of cauldrons to ensure that everyone was on task, his onyx eyes paused when they reached him. Harry Potter. His eyes studied the confident way that that Harry’s hands moved as he chopped ingredients and added them to his potion. An almost imperceptible smirk covered Snape’s face as his mind flashed back to earlier that morning….

Harry sighed as he stretched languidly, the movement causing the comforter to slide low along his waist, revealing his nude form. There were telltale scars along his body, muscled and lean from Quidditch, and as a seventh year student his shoulders had finally broadened as well. When Harry rolled over it was to find Snape staring at him, “Like what you see?” He teased.

Severus rolled his eyes, he never admitted to being caught even though this was practically a morning ritual between the two of them, “Get out before you get caught.” Was his reply before rolling from the bed and padding softly into the bathroom that was connected to his quarters.

Sometimes Severus still wasn’t sure how the affair had started, one minute they’d been in the middle of an Occlumency lesson and the next they were going at it on Severus’s desk. Regardless of how the ill-fated relationship had started, Severus couldn’t say that he minded. Oh sure, he was putting his job on the line since it was obviously taboo for a professor to carry on a relationship with a student, but he’d been a Death Eater spy for long enough to know how to properly conceal the relationship.

No one knew about the relationship but himself and Potter. Just to make sure that Potter hadn’t told someone, when they’d first started their sexual rendezvous, Snape had forced Harry to let him into his mind through Occlumency. It was pretty easy, really, their secret relationship. It had been Dumbledore’s idea for Harry to work with Severus on Occlumency, and since the Gryffindor had a full day of regular classes, the Occlumency lessons had to be scheduled at night. Most of the lessons concluded with Snape and Harry in a tangle of arms and legs in his bed.

Just thinking about it caused blood to pool in Severus’s groin and he forced his eyes to move on to the next student beside of Harry- Ginny Weasley. Snape narrowed his eyes as he took in the ginger hair, freckles, and dowdy clothes. Although Harry participated quite eagerly in their sexual forays, the Gryffindor was engaged to the Weasley girl and they were scheduled to be married as soon as Ginny graduated from Hogwarts. Snape didn’t care, really, he’d had no grand illusions of love or anything else the first time he’d had sex with Potter, and now was no different. He enjoyed the sex and that was it.

There were times that Severus wondered why Harry was participating in their unusual relationship. They still fought, and Severus still found the boy insufferable on most accounts, yet none of that mattered in the heat of the moment. Snape’s eyes traveled down Ginny’s visage. The girl wasn’t completely unfortunate, so why wasn’t Harry warming the girl’s bed rather than his own? He was, after all, suppose to be marrying her in the next year and a half.

The question puzzled Snape. He knew he wasn’t exactly a great catch and that Potter could do much better. Mentally shrugging, Snape bowed his head and returned to the book that he’d been reading. The reason for Potter’s infidelity was of no importance to Snape.

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The door to the dungeon’s swung open and Snape lifted his head, a smirk coming to his lips at the sight of Harry Potter. The tables had been swept to the side to give them room for the Occlumency lesson. The tall, slanted windows in the dungeon were nearly dark as the sun set behind the Forbidden Forest. The light in the room flickered and warmed the stone walls with a splash of orange as it came from the flickering fire in the hearth.

“You know, it’s awfully hard to concentrate on making potions when your professor is staring at you.” Potter said, having obviously caught on to Snape’s thoughts earlier that day during class.

Snape shouldn’t have been surprised that Harry noticed, the boy had turned out to be smarter than he’d previously given him credit, “I was merely making sure that you didn’t ruin your potion.” The lie rolled from his tongue smoothly as he stood and came around his desk.

“Right.” Harry said with a nod of his head, obviously not believing the Slytherin. The Gryffindor walked towards Snape, his hips swinging seductively with each confident step that he took towards Snape.

The look in Harry’s eyes brought Severus’s body to full attention , and he knew without a doubt that there wouldn’t be an Occlumency lesson that night. Whispering a spell to lock the dungeon door, Severus grabbed Potter by the arms and pulled the boy to him in a crushing kiss. The Boy Who Lived responded fervently, his hands clenching into the front of Snape’s robes.

Potter’s lips were warm and welcoming, and Snape drew the slightly swollen bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it gently. Moving his lips, Snape pressed a kiss to Harry’s neck, his teeth grazing the tender skin along the smooth curve of Potter’s throat.

“Snape.” The word was breathy, and the way the S was hissed through Potter’s teeth made Severus’s blood pound in his ears.

Snape could feel his control slipping then as he hurriedly ripped open Harry’s school robes, pushing them aside as he pulled open the boy’s pants and shoved them down to his knees. Whirling Potter around, Severus pushed the teenager so that he was bent over his desk, presenting Snape with quite the view. Licking his lips in anticipation, Severus tore open his own robes and hurriedly unzipped his pants. Pushing them down, his turgid cock stood at attention, throbbing and aching for release.

With a flick of his wand, Potter was lubricated and Snape was pressing a finger into the writhing Gryffindor.

“Yes, yes.” Harry breathed, panting as he pushed back against Snape’s exploring finger.

It was at that moment that Severus caught sight of Harry’s wand, still clutched in one of the boy’s hands. Snatching it up, Snape grinned wickedly as he removed his finger and replaced it inside with Harry’s wand, his eyes darkening with lust as he slid the smooth piece of wood into the teenager.

Harry shuddered and moaned loudly, throwing his head back as he was fucked with his own wand. Whenever Snape did things like that it only seemed to turn Harry on even more, which always excited the Potions Master.

“Come on, Snape. Fuck me, dammit.” Potter’s voice was tense and anxious, which only caused Snape to smile.

Withdrawing Harry’s wand and tossing it aside, Snape replaced the wand with his cock inside, pushing it into the eagerly waiting student slowly. Potter’s back arched as he pushed up off of the desk, his head thrown back, his eyes shut as he groaned and pushed his hips back against Snape, impaling himself.

“Come on, Professor, you hate me remember?” Potter gritted out from between clenched teeth.

Potter always liked it rough, and Severus was only too willing to comply. It wasn’t that Snape couldn’t be a gentle lover, he certainly could, but Harry always tried to provoke him in some way to be rougher, meaner. Snape wasn’t sure what it was about the harsh treatment that turned Potter on, but the teenager seemed to thrive on it.

“I remember.” Snape’s voice was silky smooth as he withdrew a bit from the welcoming body beneath him, and then slammed his cock back in with a grunt. Stroking his hand across Harry’s butt, Snape gave one pale cheek a rough slap, earning him a moan of approval from the Gryffindor. Snape turned himself loose then, his hips bucking with abandon as he thrust repeatedly into the teenager, each thrust punctuated with a rough slap to Potter’s ass. Thrust. Slap. Thrust. Slap.

The pace was faced and hard, and the desk creaked with the moving bodies that it bore. Snape groaned in pleasure as his drove his cock down into The Boy Who Lived. Looking down his smirked as he saw Potter slide his hand down between his body and the desk and take up his own erection. Potter stroked his cock in time to Snape’s thrusts and slaps.

Potter came first, groaning Snape’s name as he froze, back arched, arms gripping the desk. The tightening of Harry’s body around his drove Severus over the edge, his cock spurting his warm seed into the willing body beneath his as he stroked into Harry a final time.

The two men stilled, both panting as they braced themselves against Snape’s desk. Severus moved first, pulling away from Harry, his eyes sliding down to the red handprints that could be seen on Potter’s pale skin. “I don’t know why you like it so rough.” Snape said softly, stroking a finger along the reddened skin.

Potter didn’t answer he never did when Severus made that comment. Instead he straightened and pulled his pants back up, one hand tucking his shirt back in as the other slid the button of his pants into place, “I can’t stay tonight.” He said simply. Usually after their first round of sex, the two would retreat to Severus’s rooms where they would spend the rest of their evening.

Snape raised an eyebrow, asking a question without having to voice it.

“Ginny and I are going to the Weasley’s. Wedding plans.” Potter said simply as he straightened his robs and put his tie back into place.

The words jabbed at Snape but he ignored them as he straightened up his own appearance, “I see.” He said simply, after all, it wasn’t as if they had to spend the night together. They rarely talked when Harry spent the night usually their time together was spent in sexual interludes.

Snape watched as Potter finished straightening his clothes and then bent and collected his wand from the floor where Snape had tossed it, “Same time tomorrow?” The youth questioned as he slipped his wand into his pocket and then turned to regard his professor.

Severus stared at Harry for a long moment before nodding his head. He didn’t trust himself to speak because he had the distinct feeling that he was becoming a piece of ass whenever Potter wanted. Snape wanted this relationship to be on his terms, however, not Potter’s.

“Good. See you then.” Potter gave one of his crooked, Gryffindor grins before retreating out of the dungeon, leaving Snape standing alone in the flickering firelight.
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