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A Way Of Life	By : Ali_Ranger51 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 25343 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the Harry Potter characters. I make no money from this work of fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter Two
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This work of fanfiction is adopted from Hecateslover on Fanfiction.net, and was previously titled ‘Sleeping’. I recommend that you check out her stories, as they’re both fantastically written and inspiring.

This story is looking to be quite a long one, and I’m looking forward to it. I’m not a fast writer or updater, as I tend to get distracted easily, but please bear with me.

This story will be Harry Potter and Severus Snape Slash (a homosexual relationship) of a BDSM, D/s and M/s nature. There will be multiple detailed sex scenes, including a single rape scene. There will be NO MPREG. Harry is 17 when he enters a relationship with Severus, but Harry has been having sex with multiple partners since he was 13.

I’m currently looking for a beta for this story that has experience with High Protocol BDSM to check my writing for accuracy, as I have no practical experience myself. So if you’re interested, please let me know!

If you notice any mistakes or if there is something that you have a problem with (such as an unlikely or impossible scenario), let me know and I’ll do what I can to fix it. Reviews are always greatly appreciated.

Thank you.

A way of Life: Chapter One

Harry arched his back up against the bathroom stall, groaning loudly as the cock inside him shoved frantically in and out. He kept his eyes tightly shut, focusing on the feeling of connection between himself and the man that was pressed up against and inside him. The connection might only have been formed through a quick fuck, but it was still there; it would have been impossible for him to feel completely detached, as intimate as they were currently being. That feeling of connection, that moment where he just knew that his partner was so caught up in the moment, that all he could think about was Harry, and just how much they needed to be inside him, taking all that he could give. It was glorious.

The beat from the too loud music thumped through the walls, stopping the pair's groans from being heard outside the cramped, grotty bathroom.

He was being fucked up against the wall in a seedy little bar, and it wasn't the first time he'd done it. He was careful to use protection, ever since his first time. He had no idea how muggle STD's could affect a wizard, and he didn't aim to find out.

He heard the guy grunt after a particularly brutal thrust and gripped Harry’s arms, holding him hard enough that he knew they would bruise, and he pulled himself even closer against the man, coming. Harry's head lolled back, and he rocked a few more times, feeling the man come shortly after.

He came back to himself slowly, opening his eyes as he felt the cock inside him deflate. His vision cleared, and the graffiti, dirt, and grime that covered loo stall came into focus.

Shifting slightly, Harry took in the man that was panting against him, his eyes closed, face drawn. With gentle but firm hands, Harry slowly pushed the man off him and regained stable footing away from the stall door. The moment of connection between them was over.

Harry realized, to some surprise, that the man was probably in his late thirties, the fluorescent lights in the bathroom showing off details he'd missed before while in the dark club. He'd thought the man was younger, but he didn't really mind. It was only about the sex, after all, not the person.

As he pulled up his cut off jean shorts, and pulled down his black t-shirt, he a slight ache set in, he realized he was going to have some bruises pretty soon. His skin was so pale that even bumping into things or kneeling on the ground left him with small bruises, so it felt slightly good to have actually done something to earn the black marks.

"You okay?" The man breathed. Tim, he thought the man's name was. It was something common like that anyway.

"I'm okay. You?"

Tim smiled. "I'm good. That was bloody good." He pulled the rubber off, and threw it into the trashcan. "You want to come back to my flat? I have some beer there if you want it."

Harry rose up slightly and pecked the taller man on the cheek. "Thanks, but no thanks. I have a curfew to keep." With that, he zipped up his hoodie, particularly enjoying the man's expression.

"You're underage?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't look older than my age. If anything, I look younger. You had to know. Don't worry you won't get in trouble. You were fantastic, luv." He gave the man a gentle pat on the cheek and left the stall, turning to the chipped porcelain sinks to wash his hands. The man left the stall, zipping up his pants as he did so, and Harry was gratified to see that he was looking a bit winded still. Harry gave him a slight smile, and left the bathroom, moving through the crammed mass of people in the club with a practiced ease.

It didn't take long for Harry to walk the familiar route from the city streets back to Privet Drive. He was looking forward to a good night's rest before he had to get up tomorrow. Perhaps he'd sleep in until lunchtime. He knew he probably only had a few days left to himself before the Order picked him up, and he was trying to make the most of it.

Harry didn't look forward to his impending return to the stifling expectations of the Wizarding world. As much as Harry loved magic, and his friends, he couldn't truly be himself around them.

When he was in the Wizarding world, he was the Boy-Who-Lived, someone that kids could look up to, reporters hanging onto his every word, and be the shy, yet friendly and brave friend to his classmates. To them, Harry Potter had only been kissed once, and by Cho Chang, in his Fifth year, and he had gone on one disastrous date with her.

In reality, Harry had been kissed a large number of times, by more men than he could count. His first kiss had been when he was eight, by a boy in the park. He'd still been the 'freak' then, and the neighbour boy thought Harry had to be freaky enough to like to be kissed by other boys. Well…he was.

Harry found that he liked it quite a bit, and it didn't take long to find ways of earning kisses from other boys, hidden in the back of the public library, or perhaps the playground or the park.

For a young boy who was locked up in a small space alone for long periods of time, and whose relatives wouldn't give him a friendly touch if their lives depended on it, the warm tingly kisses were addicting.

Just before he'd gone to Hogwarts, he'd snogged a sixteen year old that certainly knew what he was doing. He'd wanted more. He felt as though this was the only way to be loved, in a sort of distant way. It was clear that the Dursleys didn't love him, so he aimed to find it himself.

He felt stifled at school, but with Voldemort and various threats to his life, he was sufficiently distracted. But… The gap grew wider with every passing year. It had briefly occurred to him to pursue a relationship while at school, but he didn't think it was a good idea, what with all the adventures he already had while at school, never mind the public outcry.

When he was thirteen, he'd lost his virginity in the loo of the public library. It was by a fifteen year old boy named Cary. He'd always had a thing for older boys, particularly rough ones. He was alright with it, as long as they didn't leave marks where people could see. He hated that.

By the time he was fourteen, he'd seen Cedric die, and had been shaken by death. He'd gone through a particularly long string of boys and young men that summer, doing his best to forget. He'd done it the following summer as well, trying to block out Sirius's death. He knew it was a better option than turning to drinking or drugs- after all, he did all he could to stay safe. He got tested every summer for free at the local blood bank, ignoring the disapproving looks from the workers. He was used to the looks by now, but that didn't mean he didn't see them, and that it didn't hurt at least a little. Why should they look down on him for getting a bit of affection?

There was a local community centre a couple of blocks from the Dursleys, which gave away free condoms, and he made sure that he always had plenty for when he went out. It didn't matter how promising the sex appeared, if the guy wasn't going to wear a rubber, he wasn't interested. There were always more fish in the sea, as the saying went.

Last summer had been, well, interesting to say the least. He'd had a sort of relationship with an older college boy- a particularly kinky one at that. He'd let the other boy order him around and do what he wanted, and Harry got well fucked. He'd been covered in bruises, and ached for quite a while afterwards, but Harry didn't regret it. It had been the longest he'd been with a single person so far, and it had been nice to feel like he belonged to someone.

This summer he'd managed to bribe Dudley into getting him a fake ID, and he'd become well acquainted with the few local clubs, their bathrooms, and their clientele.

Now, he was turning seventeen in two days. There was no doubt that the Order would be picking him up soon, and that he would be confined to his 'goody-two-shoes' status for another year. There was no coming back to Privet Drive after this round.

He sighed as he turned the corner and caught sight of number four, the lights still on in the living room. That was strange. Normally his Aunt and Uncle were asleep by now, and he knew that his cousin was spending the night getting high with Piers.

Harry slowly approached the house, keeping to the shadows. He knew that an Order guard was posted somewhere outside the house, and while he didn't know who was currently on 'Potter-watching-duty', he did know that it wasn't Moody. He'd kept track of when the man's shifts were, or else he'd surely have been found out already.

It was a bloody miracle that no one had caught on to what he was doing the summer before his fifth year. Harry had nearly had a heart attack when he'd found out that he was being followed.

He climbed the fence quietly, and headed for the back door. He went inside, closing the door with a soft click and tiptoed through the kitchen and down the hallway, heading for the stairs.

He gasped, stopping short as he saw Remus, Moody, Shacklebolt, and Dumbledore sitting in the living room, looking quite grave. Before he could think up what to do, Tonks came in through the back door behind him, holding Moody's invisibility cloak in her hands. She stared at Harry, and Harry got a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Er… Hello. I didn't realize that you were coming tonight." Harry tried his best to look not guilty, and he had a feeling that he was failing miserably.

"Where have you been all night?" Remus asked, rising up from his position on the couch.

Harry bit his lip, glancing down, trying desperately to come up with a plausible lie. He opened his mouth to say something about needing to go for a walk, when Tonks, her hair a fiery red, answered for him.

"He was in a club. I followed him."

Harry felt his stomach hit the floor, and his eyes widened in panic, wondering exactly what the young Auror saw, and whether or not she would tell the rest of the order.

Remus’s eyes widened. "You weren't drinking, were you?"

Moody crossed his arms. "He hasn't been drinking. I can see that."

Quickly, Harry tried to salvage the situation, thinking on his feet. “I was just dancing, I swear! I... Uh.... I have nightmares and I can't sleep unless I'm worn out. Uh..."

He paused glancing around the room, seeing if they were falling for it. Remus at least half believed it, he could tell, along with Shacklebolt. Moody, well, he was always suspicious, so it was no surprise to see that he thought Harry had ulterior motives for sneaking out. Dumbledore though...

"Being in the club helps me forget about everything. I can just pretend that I'm just an ordinary kid, without that stupid prophecy hanging over my head." There, Dumbledore was buying it.

Moody spoke before Harry could add more to his sob story, stepping right up in front of him, poking a long finger into his chest. "That was downright foolish, boy! Every time you left these wards you were in danger from Death Eaters, and for what, so you could pretend to be someone you’re not. It’s time you pull your heads from the clouds, boy, because if you don’t start acting responsibly, you’re going to get people killed!”

He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say a word, Dumbledore interrupted.

“Now, Alastor, there’s no need for that. I am sure that Harry is perfectly aware of the consequences of his actions.” Dumbledore put his hand on Moody’s shoulder, and gently but firmly pulled the man back from Harry before looking him directly in the eyes. “I trust that there shall be no more night time wonderings, Harry? Especially where help cannot arrive should you need it.” His tone left no doubt that it was an order, not a suggestion.

Harry knew that if the opportunity to sneak out again before the school year started presented itself he would take it without hesitating, but he did his best to look contrite. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

Dumbledore studied him for a moment, before giving a small nod and smiling, the twinkle back in his eyes. “I apologize for not sending warning of our arrival, Harry; we couldn’t risk the owl being intercepted. Nymphadora will be able to help you pack. We’ll be waiting here until you are ready.”

Tonks gave the headmaster a nod, before grabbing his arm tightly, and yanking him out of the living room behind her.

As soon as they were out of sight of the other Order members, Harry twisted his arm out of her grip and sent her one of the glares he had learnt from Snape. He was quite disappointed to see that she didn’t even flinch.

"What were you thinking Harry? Did you even know his name?" Tonks asked accusingly as she pushed open his bedroom door.

Harry started to pick up his things, but winced slightly at the dull aching pain in his bum as he bent over. "Yes. I did. It was Tim as a matter of fact. Now, what did you see?"

Tonks made a face, and her hair went a few shades darker. "I didn't go in the loo, but saw enough to figure out what you were doing. Harry, you were safe, weren't you?"

Harry rolled his eyes, dropping a book haphazardly into his trunk. "I'm not dumb, Tonks."

"Have you done it before?"

Harry ignored the question and pulled off his hoodie, dropping it into his trunk. She gasped, seeing the bruises forming on his upper arms.

"He hurt you?" she asked, worried.

"I'm okay. It's not a big deal; I just bruise easily, is all. And yes, I've done it before." Harry said, not quite sure why he was being honest with the young woman. Harry quickly changed into a Weasley sweater and some faded jeans, hiding his makeshift clubbing clothes at the bottom of his trunk.

After retrieving his invisibility cloak and photo album from the hiding spot under the bed, he cast a quick look around the room for any stray belongs, before closing his trunk with a snap. "Where are we going?"

"Headquarters. We were here a couple hours ago. Everyone's probably freaking out by now."

Harry opened the window and let Hedwig out, with instructions to fly to Grimmauld Place. Neither of them spoke again until Hedwig had disappeared from sight into the clouds.

"Tonks… Will you tell anyone?" He was embarrassed by the slight tremble of fear in his voice, but to his relief Tonks ignored it.

She sighed, glancing to the door. "I won't say anything. It’s your business if you’re having sex, no one else’s. You’ll be a legal adult in a few days anyway. I suggest you take a shower when we get to headquarters though; Molly Weasley has a knack for smelling things she shouldn't."

Harry cringed. "I don't want to know how you found that out."

Harry picked up his trunk and tucked Hedwig’s empty cage under his arm and gave Tonks a glance to let he know he was ready to go. He looked like the same old Harry Potter, but everyone who had picked him up knew that something was going on with him, no matter how much they believed his lies.

So, what do you think? I have the next chapter written, and would prefer to have it betaed before being uploaded, but if I am unable to find a beta, and there is a lot of interest in this story, I will just upload it as is within the next few days.
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