|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2007-12-17 12:39:00
|Entry tags:||au: magic, fic, rated: nc-17|
Feel, for All the Fest Participants
Giftee: All Participants
Word Count: approx. 9,000
Warning(s): chan and au
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, J.K Rowling does. I just like to play with them.
Summary: Harry wants to feel alive and Severus might just be the man to make that happen
The moonlight was streaming into the window in the Gryffindor Tower, where a single person was still awake in the middle of the night. Harry Potter was sitting on the window sill, his favorite place in the dormitory. His white owl, Hedwig, was sitting next to him and he pet her feathers softly, staring out the window. His thoughts drifted back to the past few weeks, starting with his time at the Dursley’s and ending with his time in Diagon Alley. He also thought about what Mister Weasley had told him about the escaped prisoner who was supposedly after him. Great, Harry thought, just as I was hoping for a quiet year something like this happens. As he was looking out the window, he could almost imagine those horrible dementors floating at the edges of the Hogwarts Ground.
Why was it always him? He wished more than anything to just have a quiet year at Hogwarts to recover. Harry knew that he was far from recovered after what happened last year when the Chamber of Secrets had been opened. Not only did Ginny nearly die, but he had to fight Voldemort’s younger self and he would have died if Fawkes had not cried on his arm. He sighed and rested his head on his knees. He felt so dead and empty inside like he had lost his will somehow. His reflection also showed this, his normally vibrant and lively green eyes were matted and seemed hollow and he had lost weight. Finally he went to bed and fell into a restless sleep.
The first week of classes had passed and Harry was still feeling out of it. Even his narrow escape with the boggart dementor could not snap him out of it. He felt like he had sleepwalked through all his classes except Potions. Somehow during potions he had almost felt normal when Snape had criticized him and his potions. This got him thinking and he walked towards the lake. Harry had always been mentally mature for his age even though he did not always act that way. But he had found it easier to simply pretend he was an idiot than have his maturity questioned. Harry, himself, believed it to be the result of living with the Dursleys. Hours later he had not yet reached a conclusion and he headed back to the castle not knowing about the dark man watching him and keeping an eye out for him.
Severus Snape sat in his dungeon with a troubled mind, nursing a glass of firewhiskey thinking about a certain green-eyed boy he had been keeping an eye on. The stoic man was almost afraid to admit that he was worried about the son of his childhood nemesis. He sneered, how typical of the boy, always making others worry about him. But he could not deny that he was troubled by the boy. Ever since the boy had returned to Hogwarts, his eyes, his usually vibrant and lively eyes, were dead and his actions not nearly as annoying as the previous two years. It worried him.
But not as much as his own thoughts towards the boy worried him. When he first saw the boy enter the Great Hall this year, he felt something stirring inside him, something that scared him, something like lust. He stood up and started pacing through his quarters. Damn that boy for making Severus worry about him, damn that boy for being so attractive, damn that boy for being too young to act upon it. Severus sneered and sat down again, vowing that he would treat the boy even more horribly to get rid of these feelings towards him.
It was the weekend after the attack of Sirius Black on the Fat Lady and Harry was sitting on the window sill once again thinking. They were hiding something from him again. He hated that even more than he hated the way Snape treated him in class. They thought he must be stupid to miss the secret looks, the pity in their eyes, so why couldn’t they just tell him the truth! It was frustrating him. Once again, the only one acting remotely normal was Snape. That got him thinking.
Harry finally believed he figured out his feelings for Snape. He did not hate him anymore, sure he disliked the way Snape treated him, but somehow that man was the only one that made him feel alive at least for a while. He went to bed and early that Sunday he woke up from a very interesting dream. He shot up in realization. He, Harry Potter, famed Boy-Who-Lived, the bane of Snape’s existence was attracted to said man. He threw himself on his pillow. Could his life become even more difficult? Harry felt like crying, nothing ever went right for him. Could this attraction not have waited a few more years? Than at least he would have a chance. He sighed and fell back into a troubled sleep. When he woke up again, Harry felt marginally better, not knowing that his life was about to change for better or for worse.
Severus Snape had also been having trouble the past week. Just the thought of that flea bitten excuse of a man in Hogwarts made him furious. And of course no one was telling Potter why the man might be after him. He once again resumed his Potter watching and noticed how the boy withdrew into himself even more. He had now reached the point where he could safely say that he was indeed worried about his boy. Wait? Where did those thoughts come from? Snape wondered. Why am I thinking of that dratted boy as mine? Maybe because you want him in ways that would probably terrify the boy if he knew about it, the annoying voice of his subconscious muttered. Severus felt like banging his head against the wall for not being able to deny his feeling towards the boy bordered on obsessive. He had always been a private man, keeping his passions locked away. But he was also very possessive of what he considered his. Never once did it occur to Severus that Harry might very well be interested in him too.
It was early Sunday morning and Harry had been patiently listening to Ron and Hermoine arguing once again about their respective pets. Harry suddenly realized that he had enough. He got up and left, ignoring the questions of his friends. He kept wandering through the castle and eventually he ended up in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom staring at the entrance to the Chamber. Hmm, he thought to himself, maybe Professor Snape would like to look at this. Harry knew that it was most likely that the man wanted nothing to do with the son of his enemy, but he had to try. At least for a short while, he would feel. “Who’s there?” a voice suddenly asked.
“It’s just me, Myrtle” Harry quietly told the ghost whom he had talked to last year. He looked at one of the stalls and saw the girl ghost appear. A smile lit her usually sad face when she saw Harry.
“Oh” Myrtle said. “you can come here anytime Harry. You seem sad, how wonderful. You want to talk about it? I love hearing about other people’s misery.”
Harry cocked his head and thought about it for a while. At least with Myrtle he knew his secret wuld be safe. She liked him and would never tell on his misery. He nodded and Myrtle floated next to him. “Well” Harry said. “Ever since last year, you know, the Chamber, I feel out of it. Like I am sleepwalking and on top of this, people are once again keeping a secret from me, and I have a crush on someone much older then me. And I am only thirteen.”
“Oh” Myrtle said with glee. “You have quite a few problems. You really want to hear little old me’s advice?” Harry nodded and the girl nealy lit up as much as a ghost can. “Here’s what I think. Last year you were reminded not only of your own mortality but also how easy death can come for any of us. That is why you feel so dead. Your crush is probably the only one who can make you feel, right?” Once again Harry nodded and he was amazed at Myrtle’s insightfulness. “people probably keep secrets because they care about you. Now, I am not saying it is right but you must admit that whatever it is, you might be better of not knowing. As for your crush being much older, technically, the age of consent for purebloods is thirteen, but nowadays it is hardly accepted, so I hope the two of you can keep a secret.”
“Wow Myrtle. That was amazing. Thanks for listening.” Harry said with a brilliant smile. “I think I really needed someone to tell me that it is alright to feel this.”
Myrtle nodded her thanks and told Harry. “I know you don’t want people to know how mature you are but you must realize that until you show your maturity, people will treat you like a child.” Harry nodded and with a thank you he left the bathroom deep in thought. He wandered around some more before he stopped by the kitchens for some late breakfast, when he finisehd eating Harry left for the dungeons with determination.
“Who’s there? This better be good.” Severus snarled to whatever student was standing in front of his office and had the audacity to knock. Damn that meddling old coot for forcing him to have office hours on a Sunday, one of the few days he could get away from all those insufferable brats.
“Professor?” a tentative voice came from the door and Severus felt his anger simply melt away when he saw the lithe Bambi-like figure of his Harry walk in the door. He shook his head, ridding himself of these thoughts. It would not do if he lost control and pounced on the young boy who would undoubtly run away in fear, screaming about perverted greasy gits. He waved the young man in and turned towards Harry.
Harry had been gathering his nerves for a few minutes before he knocked. When he heard his professor he entered the classroom finally facing the man he had recently fallen for. “What do you want?” Severus said his his most acerbic tone, hoping that this would scare the boy into either leaving or starting a fight so that he would lose points and hate his professor even more.
Harry was not really intimidated anymore. Over the course of these few weeks he had realized that his Professor’s sour demeanor was probably a defense mechanism and a way to keep up appearances.
“Well,” Harry started. “I was wondering if you, as Head of Slytherin, were interested in visting the Chamber of Secrets. As you might remember, I am a Parselmouth and I could open the Chamber for you. The remains of a Basilisk are also down there, I don’t know if you could use any of them.”
When he finished, he stared at his Professor, a small blush forming on his cheeks. Harry knew that not many would find Severus Snape attractive, but there was something about him that called to Harry. Maybe it was the undertone of danger, the way in which the man resembled the symbol of his House. Harry just knew that Snape would be the kind of man to take what he considered his and would never let it go. To himself, Harry had to admit that he wanted to belong to Severus Snape even though most people would consider him far to young to know what he wanted. But Harry did not just want it, he needed it. He was old enough to realize that Voldemort would not always lay low, and he needed something to fight for, something or someone to make him feel. Personally, he believed that Severus Snape would be very suited for the job. Now all that remained was convincing his professor of the same.
Only his years as a spy could prevent his mouth from falling open in a very undignified manner. This was the last thing he expected Potter to say when he saw the boy enter. Severus had to admit he was torn. As a Slytherin he would of course kill for the chance to see the Chamber of the legendary Slytherin, not to mention how valuable Basilisk parts are. But as a Professor, secretly lusting after his student, he was reluctant to spend time with the object of his affection alone, unsupervized.
Severus looked at the boy, who was seemingly lost in thought. Inwardly he smirked; it was the perfect opportunity to stare at the boy. Harry was standing in front of his desk, waiting for an answer, his head slightly cocked. Severus immediately noticed Harry’s stunning green eyes, alive for the first time in weeks, and knew he had lost the fight. The boy would be his, no matter what, whether it would happen this year, the next, or the one after that. Harry was his and his alone.
Knowing that he could not give in without a fight, Severus glared at the boy and almost snarled. “And what exactly do you get out of this, Mr. Potter?” He watched Harry snap out of whatever daze he was in and blush lightly. Hmm, interesting, Severus thought, I wonder what the Golden Boy was thinking about.
Harry looked at him and took a deep breath. “I have some unfinished business down there.” At the same time Harry felt a shiver down his spine and realized it was true. He needed to face the Chamber again and than maybe he could get over his apathy. He noticed Snape looked at him suspicously and he prayed that the man was Slytherin enough to accept.
After staring at the boy for a while, measuring his sincerity, the Professor nodded. “Alright,” he said. “I will inform the headmaster of our planned trip and see what he thinks. If and only if he agrees, we will go down to the Chamber next weekend. Is that acceptable, Potter?”
Harry nodded, not wanting to seem too eager to spend time with his professor. “Yes Professor. That is fine. I will see you next week in class. Have a nice weekend, Professor.” And with that he left a slightly astonished professor behind.
Severus had indeed talked to the Headmaster who seemed thrilled at the idea of the two of them spending time together. When he informed Albus, his eyes started to twinkle and he immediately gave his consent. The next time he had the third year students he barked.”Potter! Stay after class.”
With some evil pleasure Severus watched the boy’s head shoot up, while he looked at his Professor he nodded. A resigned “Yes Professor” followed. When the bell rang to end classes, Harry patiently waited behind. He was hoping that it meant that Snape had talked to the Headmaster.
“I have talked to the Headmaster and he seems to think this trip is a good idea.” Severus told his student. “So next Saturday we will meet at seven thirty at the entrance. We will bring supplies in case it will take longer than expected. You will not have to wear your robes, Potter.” Severus was eager to leave since that night he had been plagued with an intense erotic dream in which he painstakingly taught his student everything about love while they spent time together in the Chamber. The mere scent of innocence that clung to the boy standing in front of him was wreaking havoc on his control and his inner voice was screaming at him to ravish the pretty looking boy right here, right now.
“Professor” the infuriating boy started to say. “Do you even know where the entrance is?” Harry sincerely looked at his professor, not realizing the problem his teacher was having with his control. As a matter of fact, just being near the man he wanted was intoxicating to Harry. It made want to stay forever at his side.
Severus was about to yell at Harry when he realized that he indeed did not know where the entrance to the Chamber was. He sighed and said. “Why don’t you tell me, boy. And after you tell me, you can leave.” Harry quickly told him and walked out the door, sad that the Professor was so eager to getr rid of him.
The rest of the week seemed to go on forever for both men. Severus spent his time working on several experimental potions but ended up ruining them all because he could not keep his attention on anything but the beautiful, black haired, green-eyed boy he would be spending time with the next weekend. His imagination became even more vivid and he even feared that he would not be able to control himself. Well, he would just have to be extremely brutal to the boy in order to have him keep his distance from his professor.
Harry divided his time between his friends and finding out stories about his parents from Professor Lupin. Severus had been sitting at the Head table when he saw his Harry and the werwolf enter the Great Hall, talking like they had known each other all their lives. Never before had the dour Professor felt such rage and jealousy. That was until he saw Lupin place a hand on Harry’s shoulder.
For a moment he lost control and for a minute he truly believed that he would jump up and rip Lupin’s hand off. But the moment passed when Harry walked towards his own table. Harry looked at the Head Table and saw Snape looking like he had swallowed a lemon. He quietly worried what had caused the Professor to look so angry, not for one moment thinking it might be jealousy. The rest of the week passed agonizingly slow for the both of them, but finally Saturday dawned.
Harry woke up, feeling energized, alive and even giddy for the first time since he returned to Hogwarts. Seveures woke up both anticipating and dreading this day. They both packed some things they might need, Severus packed all kinds of vials, protective gloves and all kinds of potions supplies while Harry packed his invisibility cloak and some food, not knowing if the Professor would think of this. They met before Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. “Are you sure this is the place, Potter?” Severus asked sceptically.
“Yes, Professor.” Harry said. “You have to admit it, is pretty smart thinking of Slytherin. Who would ever suspect the entrance to his great Chamber to be in a girl’s bathroom?”
Severus nodded. “I suppose you are right. Besides, smart thinking is what Slytherins do best, Potter. You’ll do well to remember that.”
“I’ll keep it in mind, sir. Shall we go in?” Harry asked his teacher who nodded and gestured him to go first.
Harry entered the bathroom and headed towards the sinks when they heard a voice call out. “Who’s there?” the voice asked. Severus raised his eyebrows to Harry who in turn simply shrugged.
“It’s me, Myrtle. We are just passing through.” Harry said to the ghost. Much to Severus’s surprise a female ghost appeared, who smiled at Harry.
Myrtle waved. “It’s okay, Harry. Have fun down there.” She said with a sly wink. Harry blushed and turned towards the sink, leaving Severus to wonder what that exchange was all about.
Suddenly it was as if time stopped. Severus turned towards his student when he heard a sibilant hissing where he should have heard speech. Never before had he heard anybody sound so sinful and seductive as Harry did when speaking Parseltongue. He had to forcibly stop himself from jumping the boy right then. Just before he could go into lengthy discussion with himself about why jumping a student was not a good plan, the sinks started to move and a great opening appeared.
“Well, sir. This is it. The last time we were here, this was a slide. One of us should go first.” Harry told his teacher and moved towards the opening.
“Stop that, idiot boy.” Severus snapped and he grabbed the boy by his shoulders. When he touched Harry, a shiver ran through both of them. Harry could not believe this was happening to him now. Slowly he felt his young body react to the powerful presence behind him, a presence he longed for desperately. Severus let go almost right away because he too was reacting to the wonderful innocent and beautiful body in front of him. He angrily turned the boy around and snarled. “I am the Professor here, so I will go first.” Harry blushed and nodded.
Severus took one look at the boy and jumped down the pipe. When he reached the bottom he had to conclude that this was by far the most disgusting place he had ever seen. Before he could move, however, Harry came sliding down the pipe only to land on top of him. Both froze on the spot.
Harry stared into his Professor’s eyes, dark and brooding, licking his lips to indicate his nervousness. Severus, when he saw the gesture, nearly moaned out loud. He knew he had to act soon before the boy could notice the state he was in. Severus’s traitorous body had already reacted to the much smaller body on top of his and he now sported a prominent erection. Quickly he rolled away from Harry who looked at him wide-eyed and slightly dazed.
“You idiot boy. Don’t you ever follow orders? One day that will get you in serious trouble.” Severus almost yelled at Harry who in return smiled rather sheepishly.
“I’m sorry, Porfessor, but I didn’t hear anything so I wondered if everything was alright.” Harry was still thinking about what just happened. The tension between him and his Professor seemed even thicker than usual, but there was something different about it as well. They moved forward, both men lost in thought.
Then they reached the blockade. It took them quite some time to remove enough rubble to make a passage for them to fit through. By the time they reached the other side, they were both sweaty and slightly dirty. Severus thought the boy had never looked so appealing and attractive. Harry, in turn, never saw his teacher look so sexy before. He licked his lips once again and saw his teacher’s eyes darken.
Suddenly it came to him. The tension between them was sexual! Now he realized that he had felt his Professor’s erection before when they where on top of each other. Harry felt like doing a victory dance. Not even playing Quidditch and catching the Snitch compared to this feeling. His Professor, the man he had dreamed about and wanted, wanted him as well. He again felt like shouting in joy.
Now all he had to do was provoke the man until he made his move. Harry realized that playing with fire might not always be a good plan, but here he simply tossed all caution in the wind. Maybe he could find out if his teacher responded to Parseltoungue since he had read once that some believed it sounded very seductive.
Severus when he saw the boy make that same gesture again, turned away to study their surroundings, never aware of the fact that the boy next to him was planning his proverbial downfall. Severus knew that he was very aware of the boy moving next to him and that one wrong move would break his control.
Soon after, they stood before the great doorway. “This is it, Professor. The entrance.” Harry said and he took a deep breath.
Before he opened his mouth, Severus quickly cut in saying. “For the occasion, Harry, you may call me Severus. But only while we are down here together.”
Harry looked at his teacher in amazement and quickly said. “yes si..yes Severus.” Then he turned his attention to the door. The air was filled with tension when sibilant sounds left Harry’s mouth.
Severus stared at him with rapture and even a bit of awe as the door slowly opened. But Harry did not notice. He paled as the door opened, caught up in all the memories of the previous year. He shivered and Severus finally noticed that Harry had not moved an inch.
“Harry? Are you alright?” Of course Severus remembered the boy talking about unfinished business, but he had not realized how serious Harry was.
Slowly Harry nodded and Severus proceeded into the Chamber. He looked around in awe and his eyes widened when they fell on the dead basilisk in the middle of the Chamber. Severus immediately rushed towards the carcass which was surprisingly well preserved. He put his dragonhide gloves on and proceeded to harvest any ingredients he might be able to use. For a while, he even forgot about the other presence in the Chamber.
Harry watched his Professor gracefully harvest the ingredients from a safe distance. He did not know whether he could move further into the Chamber without breaking down. Still he moved forward at a much slower pace. Severus looked up, suddenly remembering that Harry was also present.
He saw the boy, deathly pale and trembling, moving towards him. “Harry?”Severus asked, suddenly very worried about the boy he cared a great deal for. “Is everything alright?”
Harry, who meanwhile had arrived at the carcass, shook his head. “No, Si..Severus. I don’t think I am alright. I nearly died here.” He finished with a whisper.
Severus’s eyes widened. Of course he had known something about what happened down here but certainly no details. “Will you tell me?” He asked the trembling boy. “Maybe then you will feel better.”
Harry looked up at Severus and slowly told his tale. “Ginny was lying there. Young Tom Riddle was standing there.” He pointed to a niche. “I was trying to wake her up, he talked some and called the Basilisk forth. I had Fawkes and the Sorting Hat. I ran and ran. Eventually I pulled the Sword of Gryffindor out of the hat and tried to fight the Basilisk off.”
By this time Harry was trembling even more and Severus moved to place his hands on the boy’s shoulder, knowing Harry would need it to continue. “I climbed the statue and fought the Basilisk of. Then it came closer, I stabbed it through the mouth but its fang..its fang was lodged in my arm. And then, then I could feel the poison through my veins and I was dying.”
With this Harry fell to his knees and started to cry. Severus could do nothing but kneel next to him and hold the boy. “Any word of this to anybody and I’ll give you detention until your seventh year.” He whispered into the boy’s hair.
Harry smiled through his tears and looked up to him, teary-eyed but grateful. It was as if an invisible force drew them together. Seconds later their lips touched gently, softly and only a little less than innocent. As soon as they were drawn together, they parted, eyes wide and a shade darker then usual.
“Severus?” Harry asked tentitavely as he looked at the man who was still holding him. “did you mean to kiss me?”
Severus was thinking about how to answer that question but realized that in his fragile state the boy deserved an honest answer. “Yes.” He said simply. Severus expected the boy, no Harry, to jump up and run, but in stead he got a brilliant smile.
To his amazement, he heard Harry ask shyly. “Will you kiss me again?” His eyes darkened at Harry’s request and without wanting to, he reached for Harry head. Severus’s lips touched Harry’s in a far less innocent kiss. He quickly traced the seam of Harry’s lips with his tongue and Harry quickly parted his lips so their tongues could touch.
Severus quickly took control of the kiss and started to ravish Harry’s mouth. Harry could just hold on to Severus and be consumed by his passion. When their tongues touched, he let out a deep moan and Harry felt his young body respond to the kiss. He moved closer to Severus who was still kissing him like a starved man and moaned again when he felt the older man’s erection.
When their bodies touched, Severus jolted back into awareness and broke the kiss. He stared at his student, his lips swollen, his hair even messier and his eyes far darker than usual. All in all, Harry looked simply stunning to him. But reality came crashing in and he realized he was kissing his thirteen year old student.
Harry looked up as if to ask why he stopped. “We can’t do this, Harry. Not only are you far too young, I am your teacher.”Severus said, trying to regain his composure. He removed Harry from his grip.
Harry felt like crying all over again and he nearly yelled. “Why? Why can’t we do this? Can’t you see this is all I have to feel alive? I was dead when I came back to Hogwarts, only you have made me feel alive these past few weeks!” Severus did not know what to say to this.
Tears streamed down his cheeks in frustration as Harry continued. “I maybe young but that does not stop anybody from expecting me to carry the weight of the world. I maybe young but I know what I want and who I want. And I want you.”
Severus was torn. Harry had told him everything he wanted to hear but still something stopped him. Harry sighed deeply and got up. “I’ll leave then. Sorry to have bothered you sir. I’ll see if I can’t find someone else with less scruples.” Harry knew that was low, but at this time, he would do anything if it meant that Severus would kiss him again.
After hearing that last part Severus growled. There was no way he would allow anybody else to touch his Harry. Severus too got up, moved towards the boy, grabbed him by the arm and crushed his lips to Harry’s in a possesive and passionate kiss. Harry felt like melting into a puddle and he would have fallen over if Severus had not been holding him.
“Fine” Severus growled to him when they broke the kiss. “But know one thing, Harry, you are mine now and I don’t share. Ever!” Harry gave him a briliant smile that told him that Harry really did not mind. They kissed again, all their spent up lust was exploding right here and now. They pulled back, both hard and panting.
Severus pulled Harry towards him and moaned when he felt the young boy’s hard prick against his own. Harry pulled Severus towards him so that they could kiss once more. Severus’s large hands were roving over Harry’s body, touching him everywhere and Harry could do nothing but feel all these sensations flowing through his body. He tossed his head back and Severus latched onto his neck, marking Harry as his.
Severus wanted nothing more than to make Harry his right here, right now. But he knew that he wanted more than a quick fuck on a cold stone floor. So Severus pulled away and looked at Harry who was looking at him strangely. “Harry, I want nothing more than to make love to you, but not here on a cold floor in front of the place you nearly lost your life. I want it to be special.” When he finished Harry gave him a beautiful smile
“Okay.” Harry said, looking around. “Let’s think. If these were Slytherin’s chambers, there must be some more rooms around here somewhere.” Severus nodded, he had been thinking the same. Harry moved towards the large image of Slytherin.
“In the name of Slytherin, open and show yourself” Harry hissed in Parseltongue and Severus once again nearly lost it. Harry moaned softly when he saw the look in Severus’eyes and he knew that it was his speaking that caused this.
They were about to attack each other again, when they were distracted by the sound of stone moving. They looked over at the statue and its mouth had been opened to reveal a doorway. Severus moved first as if shielding Harry should anything bad be hidden there. As he entered the doorway he saw more rooms. One of them was a large and rather lush bedroom which looked strangely enough like it had been used only yesterday. Severus called for Harry to come in and a quick cleaning spell later, Severus turned to Harry who had been staring at the bed with darkend lust-filled eyes.
In two steps Severus had his arms wrapped around the young man again and again he kissed Harry, passionately and possesively. He was once more telling Harry that he now belonged to Severus. Harry moaned in Severus’ mouth as their tongues danced in his mouth. Severus’s large hands were once again roving over Harry’s body and Harry shivered in lust and anticipation.
Severus looked at him and purred in his ear. “Harry, beautiful Harry, all mine. I will take you and make love to you so hard you’ll feel me for days.” Harry moaned as his lover’s velvet voice continued to purr suggestions in his ears. “I will strip you and lick you all over and when you are screaming with lust and need, I will fill you and make you mine.”
“Oh, God.” Harry moaned. “I want that, I want it all.” He placed his hands on Severus’s hips and pulled them together. Shocks raced through their bodies as their hard erections touched each other.
Severus pushed Harry gently on the bed. He quickly made work of the large clothes Harry was wearing and nearly came when he saw all that beautiful white skin revealed. Harry was truly beautiful, a work of art and it was all his. His own hard cock was already trying to drill a hole through his clothes but he was determined to make Harry feel wonderful first.
Harry was starting to feel self-conscious about being the only one naked until Severus turned his eyes to him to feast on his body. Never before had anybody looked at him like that. Like he was the prey, good enough to eat. Severus hands moved towards his body almost reverently. He slowly touched Harry’s chest and Harry let out a smal sound of need. That was enough to break Severus out of his daze and he returned his minstrations full force.
Severus once again moved to kiss his Harry and his hands slowly moved towards the young boy’s full and hard arousal. After several passion filled kisses, Severus pulled away from Harry’s mouth, smiling ferally at the dazed, lust-filled expression on Harry’s face. He then moved his mouth south and Harry’s eyes widened when he realized where Severus was headed.
Severus first touched Harry’s cock with his hands and gathered some precome in his hands. He decided to taste Harry and he let out a deep moan as he tasted Harry’s innocence. He then lowered his mouth onto Harry’s arousal and Harry let out a scream as a warm wetness enveloped him whole.
Severus hollowed his cheeks and proceeded to suck hard, knowing that it would not take very long for Harry to come. Harry could do nothing but moan and writhe in the face of such pleasure and far too soon he felt his first orgasm at the hands or mouth of his lover approaching. Seveurs sucked harder and with an inarticulate cry Harry came, shooting his come down Severus’ throat, who swallowed every last drop.
Harry nearly blacked out from the pleasure and he lay on the bed, feeling like all his bones had been removed. Severus lay next to him, propped up on his side, tracing his nipples.
“Your turn, Severus.” Harry said with a sly smile and he started working on his teacher’s clothes. It took him some time to remove his lover’s robes, but finally Severus was naked too.
Harry took his fill staring at the man next too him. Shyly he moved his hand to Severus chest. Severus let out a moan at Harry’s first touch. Harry quickly gained confidence and he rolled on top of his lover. Harry’s hands, touching his chest everywhere, were driving him crazy.
When Severus couldn’t take it anymore, he rolled them over, so that he was towering over Harry, who really did not seem to mind the change in position.
“Hi.” Harry whispered, revealing that even though he wanted this, he was still a bit nervous. He had after all no experience. Severus seemed to pick up on Harry’s nerves and he resumed touching Harry gently.
“Harry.” He whispered. “I would never do anything you don’t want me to. If you want to stop, just say it.” Harry smiled and nodded. Severus moved his body slightly and asked his boy. “Do you trust me?”
Harry nodded and Severus turned him over so that Harry was lying on his front. Severus let out a long moan when he got his first look at Harry’s cleft. His large hands slowly touched Harry’s ass cheeks. Harry practally came of the bed when he felt a finger stroke his hole. He never knew that such a touch could bring so much pleasure.
“Harry? Are you okay?” Severus asked, not wanting to hurt his Harry. Harry nodded and let out a whine, indicating that he wanted more.
Severus smiled and touched Harry hole with his tongue for the first time. Harry muffled his scream in the pillows on the bed. “Oh, God.” Harry moaned as he felt Severus touching him with his tongue. “Never knew. God.” Harry was nearly incoherent with pleasure.
Severus on the other hand was focusing on the task at hand so that he would not lose control and come early. He wanted to come deep inside Harry, filling him with his seed. His tongue continued to spear the twitching hole and Severus was lost in the musky smell of his Harry.
Severus only stopped when he felt Harry’s next orgasm nearing. Harry let out a whine of frustration when Severus stopped. “Hush, Harry, soon I will make love to you. I just need to prepare you some more.” He told Harry.
He took hold of his pack and removed the lube from it. He was not willing to admit that he had taken this with him merely to seduce his student. Severus put some lube on his finger and gently inserted it into Harry.Harry thought it felt somewhat odd, but it did not hurt.
“Let me know if it hurts.” Severus whispered in his ear. Harry shook his head and Severus added another finger. Quickly he stretched Harry, searching for the small bundle of nerves he knew was there. When Harry let out a loud scream, he knew he had found it. Severus added a third finger, just to make sure Harry was stretched enough.
Severus knew Harry was ready when then boy started pushing back on his fingers. He turned Harry over so that he could look into his eyes while making love. Harry’s eyes were dazed and so dark they appeared black. Severus knew that no matter what happened, he would always remember this moment.
Not to keep either of them waiting, he lubed himself up. Harry’s eyes flew open when he felt a hard cock nudge his entrance. He locked eyes with Severus who was slowly entering him. Harry had never experienced such a feeling, a true feeling of being connected to someone who cared about him.
Even though Severus entered Harry very slowly, he could not prevent the slight burn Harry felt. But Harry welcomed the slight pain, knowing it only made it more real. Finally after a while, Severus was finally fully sheathed in Harry. He was nearly overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it. Harry was so tight and hot. It took every ounce of control Severus had, not to come on the spot.
Harry slowly adjusted to the invasion of his body. When the burning subsided, he started to push back, indicating to Severus he was ready for more.
“Do you want more, my Harry?” Severus purred in his lover’s ear. Harry nodded frantically. “Good, I’ll give you more. I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t sit for days. You’ll feel me and know you belong only to me.” Severus whispered possesively.
Severus pulled out almost entirely before thrusting back into Harry, hitting the young man’s prostate immediately. Harry let out a moan and incensed, Severus picked up the pace. He set a rough rhythm and Harry could do nothing more than hold on for the ride.
But men were sweating, panting and both felt their climax nearing. Severus sped up even more, almost brutally fucking Harry through the bed. But Harry did not mind. He clutched to Severus and held on to him like a lifeline. Severus had never seen anything so beautiful as Harry, moaning, writhing and panting underneath him.
Severus lowered one of his hands to Harry’s rock hard prick and stroked him in time with his thrusts. It took only three strokes before Harry came, shouting Severus’s name loudly. The contracting of Harry’s ass was enough to send Severus over the edge as well. With a groan and a yell of Harry’s name, he too came.
Together they collapsed in a sweaty, but very satisfied puddle on the bed. After regaining his breath, Severus whispered a cleaning spell. He then gathered his exhausted Harry in his arms and they drifted off to sleep.
Several hours later Severus woke up. He was still wrapped around Harry possesively and had no intentions of letting go. He still could not believe his good fortune and while staring at his Harry, Severus drifted off once again.
He woke up to the feeling of something wet around his very awake prick. His eyes flew open and he saw Harry smiling around his prick. Severus moaned as Harry continued to suck. When he felt his orgasm approaching, he pulled Harry away from his prick and up for a long, deep kiss. After they pulled away panting and once again filled with lust, Harry pouted.
“Didn’t you like it? Did I do something wrong?” Harry asked a little fearfully. Severus shook his head.
“You were perfect. But I wanted to make love to you again or are you too sore from last night?” Severus asked Harry.
“No, I think I am fine.” Harry said with a lust-filled smile. With an equally feral smile, Severus flipped them over. He once again coated his fingers with lube, after having located it on the floor.
He eased his fingers into Harry who was pushing back impatiently. When Harry was prepared, Severus pulled out his fingers completely. Harry whined and pouted at the empty feeling.
Severus smirked. “Let’s try something else.” He rolled on his back and pulled Harry on top of him. Harry groaned when he realized what Severus wanted. Harry quickly pulled himself up and with some help from Severus, he lowered himself on Severus’ waiting prick.
They both moaned when Harry was entered by Severus. After he adjusted to the welcome intrusion, Harry slowly began to move. He lowered himself up and down, making sure Seversu touched his prostate every time. Harry’s eyes were closed and his head tossed back. Severus watched as a bead of sweat rolled down his face and he groaned.
Deciding that things were not going fast enough, he pulled out and Severus ordered Harry to get on all fours. Harry quickly complied and Severus immediately thrust back in. He then proceeded to fuck Harry through the bed. They were both sweating and moaning, but neither minded.
Severus increased the force of his thrusts and with a cry loud enough to wake the dead, Harry came without even being touched. Severus bent forwards and bit Harry’s neck. Harry shuddered and with that Severus came too.
They fell together on the bed once more. But after a while their stomachs decided that it was time for something to eat. When Harry and Severus heard, they laughed together.
“Hmm, this could be potentially problematic.” Severus remarked. “I did not think to bring any food.”
“That is why you have me.” Harry said with a shy smile. He padded over to where his backpack was. All the while Severus was admiring Harry’s ass and the mark he left on the boy’s neck. When Harry returned, he opened his pack and pulled out several sandwiches and some juice. They ate with much gusto and finished everything.
Severus then cast a Tempus spell and they found out that it was Sunday around midday. “We should make sure that we are back by evening meal.” Severus said with something that sounded like regret. Harry nodded.
Together they got dressed, exchanging tender kisses the whole time. “Harry?” Severus asked. When Harry looked up, he went on. “You do realize that we cannot do this too often. People would find it suspicious if enemies spent too much time together.”
“Yeah, I know.” Harry told him earnestly. “I guess you will have to give me detention often, then.” He added with a smile.
“Yes, I suppose I could do that.” Severus remarked with a leer.
They left the bedroom behind and collected all the samples and parts that Severus had collected the day before. Harry, however, felt none of the dread he did yesterday and was relieved. He also felt fine for the first time in weeks. He smiled at Severus and kissed him.
“Not that I mind, but what was that about?” Severus asked Harry after returning the kiss.
Harry shrugged. “I feel alive for the first time in weeks. I am happy.”
Severus returned the smile and together they left for the way back up to the real world. To them it seemed like the past day had been spent in some sort of dream world.
No words of love, promise or eternity were exchanged, but Harry and Severus did not need it. They knew what the other felt.
After returning to the surface, Harry left for the Gryffindor Tower and Severus went to the dungeons before reporting to the Head Master. On the surface nothing changed, but for two people, their lives were changed forever.
Several days had passed since their trip down to the Chamber and it was the third Potions class since then. Harry had been too busy listening to Severus’ sexy and wonderful voice to focus on his potion properly. That it was the last class of the day, also did not help. Harry wanted nothing more than to retreat to his dorm and wank to numerous fantasies about Severus. Suddenly a voice barked out. “Potter! I have had enough of your incompetence. Detention! Stay after class to redo everything.” To anybody to looked, Severus Snape seemed livid. Harry knew better and he saw the first signs of arousal in his teacher’s eyes.
The Slytherin section of the class laughed and the Gryffindor section felt sympathy for him. But Harry felt like dancing in joy. He had missed his lover very much.
When the bell rang, everybody left as quickly as possible, not wanting to face the wrath of one Severus Snape. With a wave of his wand, Severus locked and warded the door. Harry stood up, locking eyes with his Professor.
“Care to tell me why you have been so distracted in my classes, Mr. Potter?” Severus purred as he stalked Harry. Harry, whose arousal had flared the moment the door closed, swallowed.
Severus stalked towards him like a predator stalking his prey. Harry took several steps back, not out of fear but out of awe for the passion his lover radiated.
“But I know why you were distracted. Perhaps you were thinking of how it felt when I was pounding you into the mattrass. Or perhaps you were thinking of how it felt to be on all fours. Tell me, Mr. Potter.” Severus continued to purr.
He quickly backed Harry into the wall. Harry still was unable to form words. Severus leaned over Harry and swooped down for a lust-filled passionate kiss. His hands on either side of Harry’s head, Harry could not move. Not that he wanted to.
They kissed passionately before Severus picked Harry up. “Wrap your legs around my waist Harry.” He told the boy in his arms.
A whispered spell removed their clothes and Harry moaned. Between the wall and the man who held him, he felt like he was drowning in sensations.
Severus looked down on the young man in his arms. Harry’s head was tossed back and again he could not resist marking Harry’s neck. Severus transferred Harry’s weight to one arm and used his free hand to summon a vial of oil.
He spread the oil over his fingers and Harry gasped loudly when he felt a finger entering him. “More, God, more, please.” Harry moaned.
Severus let out an answering moan and kissed Harry deeply while adding another finger. Their passion rose as Severus continued to prepare Harry.
“Stop.” Harry gasped. “I’m ready. God, please. Just fuck me now.” Severus growled but complied. He quickly spread the oil over his aching arousal and proceeded to enter Harry in one swift thrust.
Harry let out a muffled groan from the sudden intrusion but recovered quickly. “Now, move damnit.” He growled at Severus. Severus wanted nothing more, so he started a brutal pace.
It was a good thing Severus warded the door or people would have come running when they heard the noises. The pace was fast and brutal and Severus simply fucked Harry thoroughly. All the while they were exchanging brutal kisses with Severus as the dominating force.
Soon, far too soon, the lovers felt their climax nearing. Severus moved one of his hands to Harry’s prick and stroked him in time with his brutal thrusts. A few strokes later Harry screamed “Severus!” and came all over Severus.
The contracting of Harry’s ass became too much for Severus and only a few thrusts later, Severus followed screaming out “Harry!”
Severus withdrew from Harry gently and Harry sagged to the ground. He let out a soft moan and stretched his slightly cramped muscles. Severus offered Harry a hand and helped the boy up. They kissed for a few moments before breaking apart.
Severus and Harry quickly got dressed. As Harry was walking to the door, he heard his lover say. “Harry, next time, try to pay some more attention in class.” Harry turned and nodded. He then quickly left the classroom, heading towards the Great Hall to join his friends. Severus simply smiled and also left for the Great Hall a little later.
As Harry sat down with his friends, he felt like mingling for the first time in a while. He smiled and knew that no matter what the future would bring, he could always face it with Severus by his side.