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Entry tags: | creation: fic, eriador117, rated: nc-17 |
Happy Daft Day, rakina!
Recipient: rakina
Title: Uninvited, Like the Clouds
Author: eriador117
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Approx. 8,300
Highlight for Warnings: * Under 18, angst, forced bonding, AU, dirty talk, sexual situations, no Deathly Hallows spoilers *
Prompt/Summary: I like forced relationships, bonding, servitude, etc. Harry is willing to do whatever's needed for the good of his friends rather than the wider WW, which rings truer to me. So something/situation that threatens Ron or Hermione would work well. Old traditions, quirky Wizarding laws are loved. Harry to be given/taken by Severus, expecting he'll hate the 'wedding night' and finding, much to his annoyance, that Snape's good at what he does. The result is a conflicted Harry, both yearning for and hating Snape for doing this to him. Must be R or NC17 please.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and locales belong to JK Rowling and various publishers.
Author's Note: Well, Rakina, you were probably wondering why I never sent this one to you for beta, I didn't want to spoil your surprise :) Hope you like it!
Part One
"BOY!" Vernon's voice boomed up the stairs. "You've got a letter!" Harry heard the stomp of his uncle's footsteps as he climbed the stairs and then the rattle of the cat flap as Vernon thrust the letter through it.
Harry hopped down from his bed and wandered over to examine the letter. It was a couple of weeks until his birthday so he hadn't been expecting any cards from Ron or Hermione yet and he'd had a letter from both of them just that morning. Hedwig hooted plaintively from her cage but there was nothing Harry could do. Vernon had padlocked Hedwig's cage at the start of the summer and confiscated Harry's wand like he always did. He was just glad that at least this year they weren't starving him and he could share some of his unexpected bounty with his owl.
He only had a few more weeks before he was seventeen and then he would be out of this house for good, taking Hedwig with him. Harry didn't care where he went as long as it was as far away from Privet Drive as possible. Voldemort was gone and Harry could finally live his own life. He was no longer at the wizarding world's beck and call. He'd probably return to Hogwarts but after that, Harry hadn't really given his future much thought.
Kingsley Shacklebolt had been made head of the Magical Law Enforcement office and seemed keen to have Harry join the Auror corps as a cadet. Harry just wasn't sure that being an Auror was right for him any more. Ron still seemed keen on it and Harry knew that if he did train to become an Auror, it would be to keep his friend happy.
There was a seal on the back of the envelope with a device of three intersecting coins; the symbol for Gringotts Bank. Harry pushed his thumb under the seal to break it and read the letter inside.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to confirm your appointment with our legal team at 9.30 on the morning of the 31st July. It is the bank's custom to see each client individually once they have reached their majority so that any questions regarding any inheritances and responsibilities can be taken care of at once.
We look forward to seeing you then.
Signed for Gringotts
Ragnok
Harry set the letter down on his desk. Wasn't his inheritance already sorted out? He'd been using the vault his parents had left him during his school years; perhaps they'd left him something else? Legal papers and things like that which he could only get access to once he'd turned seventeen. Well, he only had to endure a couple more weeks at the Dursleys and then he would find out.
***
"Mr. Potter, right this way," said Ragnok as soon as Harry arrived at the bank, five minutes before his appointment. He led Harry up some stairs and showed him into a room that was draped with shimmering gold fabric hanging from the ceiling. There was a desk with one chair behind it and one in front of it. The floor was tiled with cream marble except for the centre of the room which had a golden sunburst on it. If Harry had imagined a legal office, this style wouldn't even have been on his list.
Ragnok sat down on the chair behind the desk and indicated Harry should sit in the other one. The goblin conjured a pile of scrolls to the desk and began reading through them, humming to himself as he did so.
"Well, Mr. Potter. You already have been using the vault that your parents left in trust for you. That vault was really only to see you through your school years. Now that you're seventeen, all other inheritances from them will go directly to you. That's the vault you're already using and two more as well as the property deeds to the cottage in Godric's Hollow and the house in Shropshire. As Sirius Black died without an heir, he has named you as the beneficiary to all the Black Estates."
"But wouldn't that go to Mrs. Malfoy or Draco?" asked Harry. "I'm not related to him by blood."
"That doesn't matter, Mr. Potter. A wizard can designate anyone as beneficiary in his will; they don't have to be blood relations. Mr. Black left his will with us and you are his designated heir. All Black properties and monies go to you. All the details are here in these scrolls. That is all your inheritance sorted out, now we come to your Letters of Responsibility."
"My what?" Harry had never heard of the term before.
"Now that you are of age, Mr. Potter, you have responsibilities as well as rights. Letters of Responsibility is a legal term for the papers concerning Life Debts. You do know about wizarding Life Debts, don't you?"
Harry nodded; he'd heard of them. "When a wizard saves another wizard's life, that's it, isn't it?"
"Indeed, Mr. Potter. You only have one Letter of Responsibility. From Professor Severus Snape. I understand he saved your life more than once?"
"Yes, sir." So what was it Snape was after? James Potter's money or the Black House? Harry sighed, he knew there wasn't a lot he could do. Snape did save his life and Harry owed him. It didn't mean he had to like it.
"I will let you read the letter as it is of quite a delicate nature." Ragnok handed Harry one of the scrolls and Harry began reading, his mouth getting drier the longer he read.
I, Severus Tobias Snape, do hereby seek Harry James Potter's hand in marriage in payment of the Life Debts owing to me. Before his eighteenth birthday Harry James Potter will accept my suit or forfeit all rights of inheritance. Refusal of my suit will force me to look elsewhere for a spouse and as is customary under the terms of a Life Debt, I have the right to so choose another spouse, whether they are willing or not.
My list of candidates is as follows:
Ronald Weasley
Hermione Granger
Ginny Weasley
George Weasley
Fred Weasley
Charlie Weasley
Bill Weasley (voided, due to marriage to Fleur Delacour).
Sincerely,
Severus Snape.
Harry's hands were trembling as he finished reading the letter. "Are you sure this is legal? He can force me to marry him?" Or force Harry's friends to marry him?
"Yes, of course, Mr. Potter. A Life Debt is a very serious matter and it is up to the wizard owed the Life Debt to specify the terms."
Harry's mind was frantically trying to come up with a solution. He didn't want to marry Snape but he didn't want his friends to have to marry him either! What on Earth was he going do? If he didn't marry Snape he would lose his inheritance. The money he wasn't too bothered about, but he didn't want Snape to get hold of Godric's Hollow. That house would mean nothing to Snape but it meant everything to Harry.
"It says here if I refuse his suit, he can marry one of my friends? What if they don't want to marry him?"
"I'm afraid in wizarding law that wouldn't matter. He can force whichever candidate he chooses to marry him."
This was a nightmare, it had to be. It was like something out of the Middle Ages! Forcing someone to marry you? Then again, who would want to marry Snape of their own volition? Maybe this was the only way he could get married.
"Would you like a glass of water, Mr. Potter? You look a bit pale."
"Yes, thank you," said Harry, setting the letter down on the desk and taking a large gulp of air. He was feeling a bit dizzy and faint. Oh, God, what was he supposed to tell Ginny? They'd got engaged just before school broke up.
The goblin conjured an icy glass of water. Harry lifted it, his hands still so shaky that some dribbled out of the glass and onto the floor. Harry took a few sips and had to set the glass down again before he dropped it.
"What if I'm engaged already?"
"I'm sorry but a prior engagement would have no bearing on the Debt. Only if you were married."
"I see," replied Harry. Maybe there was a way out of it after all.
***
Harry Apparated straight to the Burrow as soon as he'd left the bank. The place was as welcoming as Harry remembered. Chickens scratched for seed around the yard; pigs were rolling in mud outside their sty and gnomes fled in an out of rusted cauldrons and old wellington boots near the front door. Off to one side the orchard was visible and the path leading to the door had colourful flowers and shrubs blooming on either side of the paving stones.
The Letter of Responsibility was burning a hole in his pocket. Would Mr. and Mrs. Weasley understand why he had to do this? Harry didn't think Ginny would mind getting married that bit sooner but she was still only sixteen; he needed her parents' permission in order to marry her.
Harry didn't even need to knock the door, it swung open and he was wrapped in a warm hug by Mrs. Weasley.
"Harry dear! So lovely to see you. We weren't expecting you until next week. Ginny's gone to stay with her grandmother for a few days. If she'd known you were coming, I don't think she would have gone."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to impose," said Harry. "I can come back next week."
"Nonsense, dear! It's not an imposition. You're one of the family now. Come in, I've got some stew on the fire. You're as thin as a rake. Some good home cooking, that's what you need." Molly Weasley proceeded to usher Harry into the kitchen, where he was greeted with yet more hugs from Ron, Hermione and the twins; who had all been seated at the scrubbed wooden table ready for lunch.
"Harry birthday, mate!" said Ron, pushing Harry into a chair. In all the fuss at the bank, Harry had forgotten that it was indeed his birthday. Some present, forced to marry Snape or have his friends do it instead!
"Mrs. Weasley, is Mr. Weasley at home?" asked Harry, just as Molly set down a bowl of steaming stew in front of him.
"He is; he's in the orchard. He shouldn't be too long."
"There's something I need to talk to you both about in private."
Ron and the twins gaped at him, but Hermione just looked puzzled.
"Of course, dear. Eat your stew and we can have a talk after lunch."
Harry thanked her and then started to eat his stew. It was delicious, as the food always had been at the Burrow, but he had little appetite for food. His stomach was tying itself in knots and he didn't think he would be able to keep the food down at all. He managed about five spoonfuls in all before he had to admit defeat. Molly noticed that he'd barely touched the food, but she didn't make a fuss about it.
Harry had to wait while Arthur finished his lunch, the whole time his mind going over and over what he wanted to say as he willed Arthur's plate to empty. No one accepted Molly's offer of dessert, so while she left the others to wash up; Molly led Harry and Arthur into the parlour.
Harry was too nervous to sit down on the brown leather sofa; he paced up and down for a few moments.
"What is it you want to talk about, dear?" Molly asked at last.
"I was at the bank this morning," said Harry. "I have a Letter of Responsibility from Professor Snape."
Arthur nodded, as if he'd expected something like this. "What was his request?"
"He wants to marry me," admitted Harry.
"Marry you? But you're engaged to Ginny!"
"It's a Life Debt, Molly. An engagement doesn't apply in this instance. Severus is within his rights to demand whatever he likes."
"The goblin said an engagement wouldn't apply, but a marriage would. If I married Ginny now, wouldn't that make his request void?"
Arthur shook his head. "No, since you have already received the Letter and weren't married at that time. If you did in fact marry Ginny, Severus can force you to divorce her and marry him instead. Divorce carries a very big stigma in the wizarding world, Harry. I don't think you'd want that to happen to Ginny, would you?"
"No, but what about a broken engagement? Wouldn't that be just as bad?"
"It wouldn't be easy, no but a lot better than a divorce."
Molly sank down on one of the sofas. "Ginny will be so upset about this! She's been planning the dress and everything!"
"Harry, what would happen if you didn't marry Severus? Did the Letter say?"
"I would lose all my inheritance and he would force someone else to marry him instead. I can't do that; I can't make someone else marry him instead of me! Why would he want to marry me? I'm not even gay!"
"Asking for someone's hand in marriage is quite common, Harry. You're not the first wizard to have been forced into a bonding for something like this. There isn't a lot to be done. Might I ask if he mentioned other candidates if you refused his suit?"
Harry removed the Letter from his robe pocket and handed it to Arthur, who skimmed the names quickly.
"Oh, I see," said Arthur, passing the parchment to Molly.
"I can't let any of them get forced into this! I'm going to have to accept, I can't see any other way around it. But, please, don't tell them about being on the list. I don't want to make them feel guilty about this."
"Not if you don't want us to. I'm sure they'd understand, though."
"I don't think I can stay. I don't think I'll be able to explain this to Ginny," said Harry.
Arthur stood up and pressed his hand firmly on Harry's shoulder. "We would have been honoured to have you as our son, Harry, but a Life Debt is something that has to be paid. I'll make sure that Ginny understands that it was nothing to do with your feelings for her."
"I'm so sorry," said Harry, wrapping his arms around Arthur and letting the tears flow as they'd been threatening to do all day. Why had he ever thought his life would suddenly be his own just because he'd defeated Voldemort? His life had never been his own and it never would.
"Ssh, Harry. It's all right. Things will work out, you'll see," said Arthur, kissing the top of Harry's head.
Part Two
Harry had hired one of the private rooms at the Leaky Cauldron so that he and Snape could discuss the terms of their bonding contract. The room held a table; a, fireplace; two rickety chairs and the windows were encrusted with so many years of grime that it made it seem like twilight even though it was a summer afternoon.
When someone finally knocked the door, Harry's heart hammered against his ribs in counterpoint. Harry wiped sweaty hands on his jeans and opened the stout wooden door. Snape, as usual, was dressed in flowing black robes, a hint of white showing at cuffs and collar. In his hand he held a battered leather satchel, which he deposited on the table. Glancing around the tacky room; his lips pursed in distaste, before he took out his wand. He repaired the chairs, cleaned the windows, floor and furniture and lit the fire in the grate so the place immediately looked more homely. Harry gaped in surprise.
"Really, Potter. You are a wizard, I know you have abilities. You should use them more often."
"I was only seventeen two days ago. I keep forgetting I'm allowed to do magic now." Harry crossed his arms over his chest as Snape sat down on one of the now sturdy chairs, as ever always on the defensive whenever Snape was around.
Snape waved him into the other chair, as if it was Snape's room. Harry sat down and glared at the man opposite him.
"I must say, Potter. I was very surprised to get your owl."
"Well, I was hardly going to let you force one of my friends to marry you!"
"Indeed. Something I was hoping would be the case. Your Gryffindor self-sacrificing still at the fore, I see."
"What I don't understand is why," wailed Harry. "Why do you want to marry me?"
Snape's dark gaze raked Harry from head to toe, making Harry feel as if he was completely naked. "Why wouldn't I want a handsome young man like you in my bed?"
Harry's stomach seemed to disappear completely and when it returned it felt as if it was filled with lead.
"B - bed?" Harry thought this would be one of those marriages of convenience; where Snape got half of his money and his good name or something. He never dreamed Snape would want to - would want to - but his mind couldn't even form the thought. "This is about sex?"
"My dear Harry. Everything is about sex. Or money. Or power. You have all three."
"I'm not gay," Harry said firmly.
"A pity. But never mind. I'm very good at what I do. You'll enjoy it, I'm sure."
"I won't," Harry said defiantly.
"That's your choice but the fact remains that this will be a full marriage in all respects. Whether you enjoy making love or not is irrelevant." Snape removed some parchment from the satchel and passed it to Harry to read through. "These are the terms. Disagree on any of them and then I marry one of your friends instead."
Harry felt his gorge rise at the tone. Snape would get everything out of this marriage while Harry had to agree or else. It rankled, he had always rebelled against authority and now he was just supposed to roll over and let Snape do whatever he wanted to him?
There was nothing too onerous in the contract Snape showed him. It was to be a full ceremony taking place at Hogwarts before Harry started his seventh year of school; guests of Harry's choosing. Harry was to live with Snape in the dungeons, with his own bedroom and study. All their wealth was to be divided equally between them and they would set up joint vaults at Gringotts. None of that bothered Harry; it was what he would have expected of a marriage. What was upsetting was the part about the sex. The marriage was to be consummated on the night of their wedding and after that Snape requested sex at least twice a week.
"Requested twice a week?" Harry read out loud. "Does that mean I get a choice?"
"Yes, we can do it more if you prefer," said Snape with a smirk. "Is there anything you would like to add to the contract?"
Harry knew there was no point in trying to negotiate for less sex; Snape would never give in on that point. "Yes, I can spend time in the Gryffindor common room with my friends in the evenings."
"Done. Anything else?"
"That you stop treating me like rubbish in Potions! I can brew, Malfoy keeps sabotaging my work."
"Done."
Just like that? Six years of being berated and humiliated and now he wouldn't be? Harry would believe that when he saw it!
"Is that everything?" Harry asked. He was feeling sick and tired and just wanted to go and lie down in the dark somewhere.
"It seems to be. Unless you'd like to get started on the honeymoon?"
"No! The wedding night is fine for that," Harry said quickly. Just the thought of Snape touching him, caressing him was giving him the shivers.
"Very well, Harry. I will see you at the wedding. Good afternoon."
Harry never even replied.
***
It was going to be a small wedding. Harry had only invited Hermione, Remus, the Weasleys and the Hogwarts staff. Ginny didn't accept the invitation. Harry knew it was a bit much to expect his ex-fiancee to turn up at his wedding to Snape, but it still seemed strange not to have her there.
He and Ron were getting ready for the ceremony in the boys' dormitory; Ron dressed in new purple dress robes. Harry was wearing the green robes he'd worn to the Yule Ball. He'd only worn them that once and since he hadn't grown any since then; they still fitted him and were in good condition. Shopping for new dress robes just to impress Snape was something he hadn't felt like doing.
Ron ran his hands through his hair and kept shaking his head; as if he couldn't quite believe Harry was going through with this. "How can you marry him, Harry?"
"It's a Life Debt, Ron. I don't have any choice."
"Still. Wasn't there any way to get out of it?"
"No," Harry said firmly. He didn't think Ron was ready to hear that if Harry hadn't gone through with it, Ron would have been next in line to marry Snape. "Come on; let's get to the Great Hall. I'd better get it over with."
"Harry, if he hurts you..." Ron began, punching his fist.
Harry didn't reply; he couldn't. By forcing Harry into this marriage Snape was already hurting him.
***
The House tables had been removed, replaced with circular tables draped in white pristine white cloths. Each table had eight golden chairs set around them and centrepieces of red and white roses. Professor Dumbledore was standing in front of the teachers' table on the dais, his robes also golden and shot through with silver thread. His beard was tied with silver bells which tinkled every time he moved his head and were rapidly giving Harry a headache, although the fact that he hadn't been able to eat anything at all today may have contributed to that.
Snape was nowhere in evidence as Harry scanned the small crowd of people. Remus Lupin and Arthur Weasley both pressed Harry firmly on the shoulder as he passed them; as if letting him know that they understood how difficult this was for him. Harry blinked back a few stray tears, wondering what his parents or Sirius would have thought of him marrying Snape. But if it was a Life Debt, they wouldn't have had much choice, would they?
"All right, Harry?" Dumbledore asked him as Harry reached the dais. No, he wasn't. He felt as if his life was ending and he opened his mouth to say so, but they weren't the words that emerged. Instead, he replied with a polite, "Yes, sir."
"Good, good. You stand here in front of me, Harry," said Dumbledore, indicating the spot below the dais. Harry moved into it and waited for Snape to arrive.
After half and hour the guests began to whisper amongst themselves and Dumbledore looked rather worried. After two hours, Harry was swaying on his feet as his legs and back ached for standing still for so long. Three hours passed, then four and still there was no sign of Harry's prospective groom. As the sun faded from the windows; the horrible truth dawned on him. Snape wasn't coming Harry had been jilted at the altar.
The room tilted sideways and he heard screams of, "Harry!" before everything went black.
***
Harry wasn't surprised to find himself in the infirmary when he came round, Madam Pomfrey hovering over him like a mother hen looking after he chicks.
"Would you like something to eat, Harry? Or to drink?"
"No, I don't really feel like it."
"You haven't eaten anything all day. That's probably why you fainted."
"I'm not hungry," said Harry, which was all too true. His insides felt hollow and just the thought of eating or drinking anything was making him nauseous. He'd prepared himself to go through with this and Snape hadn't even bothered to turn up for the ceremony! Harry felt waves of heat and then cold envelop him as he thought of it.
"Professor Snape is outside, Harry. He wants to see you."
"Well, I don't want to see him!"
Madam Pomfrey smiled sadly at him. "There isn't really much choice, dear, is there?"
Of course there wasn't. Harry had never had a choice in his life before, why start now?
As soon as Madam Pomfrey ushered Snape into the infirmary, she left the two of them alone.
"How could you? How could you do that to me?" demanded Harry before Snape could even speak. He was dressed in dark green robes edged with silver. "Was that what this was about all along? Humiliate me in front of my friends?"
"I had no intention of humiliating you, Harry. I was unexpectedly ... delayed. The ceremony can take place now we are both here."
"You think I'm still going to marry you after that?"
"Then it will be Ronald Weasley's wedding instead of yours, won't it?"
"Arrgh!" Harry snapped at the unfairness of it all. He couldn't let Ron marry Snape; he had to do it. "Fine, I'll marry you, but it doesn't mean I'm going to like it!"
***
"Do you, Severus take Harry to be your lawful wedded husband, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health for all the days of your lives?"
"I do," replied Snape, his dark eyes intent on Harry. Dumbledore turned to Harry.
"Do you, Harry take Severus to be your lawful wedded husband, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health for all the days of your lives?"
There was a brief pause before Harry could bring himself to answer. He was just glad the ceremony was the legal one and not the romantic one where they had to declare their undying love for each other in front of the witnesses. "I do."
"The rings?" Dumbledore's eyes sought out Ron, who came forward with two plain gold bands. Dumbledore said a short blessing over the rings, then handed the first one to Snape, who then took Harry's left hand in his right and settled the ring on Harry's finger. "Wear this ring as a symbol of our promises here today."
Harry took the other ring from Dumbledore and placed it on Snape's hand, looking anywhere but his new husband's face. "Wear this ring as a symbol of our promises here today."
Once that was done, Dumbledore conjured a white ribbon and joined both their wrists together. "Harry and Severus are now joined in the eyes of wizarding law. Let no man come between them and may their joining be blessed with joy." Dumbledore tapped his wand against the ribbon which disappeared with a puff of white smoke, although Harry's arm still tingled where the ribbon had been.
"As it is so late, Harry and I will retire to our quarters," said Snape, his arm squeezing Harry's shoulder in a proprietary gesture. "But please feel free to enjoy the feast. Thank you all for coming to our wedding."
There were a couple of handshakes and offers of congratulations as the newlyweds made their way to the door of the Great Hall, but Snape was impatient and dragged Harry away much quicker than Harry would have liked. The nearer they got to the dungeons, the harder his heart was beating. Harry hadn't forgotten that bit in the contract: that their marriage had to be consummated. Harry wasn't even sure what sex between males entailed; he'd heard some rude jokes in the showers but other than that he had no experience with it. In fact, he had no experience besides kissing and heavy petting really. But fondling a girl's breasts was hardly going to prepare him for sleeping with Snape, was it?
Snape had a portrait of a snake in front of his chambers and glanced at it in surprise when it hissed a greeting to Harry.
{So you are his new mate, little one?}
{Yes.}
{Good. For too long my master has been without a mate. It makes him cranky.}
Harry laughed, and then blushed when Snape glared at him.
"What did the wretched thing say?"
"Sorry, Professor. That's between me and ...?"
{My name is Hubert.}
"Hubert," Harry said to Snape.
"Hubert? What idiot would name a snake Hubert?" demanded Snape but before waiting for an answer, he had pushed the door open and ushered Harry inside with a sharp push to the small of his back. Harry almost stumbled onto the flagstone floor beneath him. Like most of the castle, the sitting room was bare stone with various tapestries on the walls to keep out the cold. There was a large red brick fireplace with three silver candlesticks on the mantel along with a silver framed photograph of Snape as a student.
Bookshelves covered one whole wall, while a cauldron sat in the fireplace, unlit at the moment. There was a small, worn sofa in Slytherin green along with two mismatched armchairs, one in blue and one in black on either side of the fireplace. A coffee table held a plate of biscuits, two bowls of fruit, champagne in an ice bucket and two crystal champagne flutes. Snape waved his wand and the candles on the mantel ignited. Harry gaped at the scene and felt himself flush. It seemed Snape was intent on seduction, not just ravishing him as he'd been fearing.
"Have a seat, Harry," said Snape, waving Harry to the sofa.
"Thank you, Professor."
"We're married now. In private I would prefer it if you would call me Severus. Keep 'Professor' for when we're in class. Or unless you like to role play?"
Harry wasn't sure what that meant so he ignored the question. "S- Severus," he tried out the name and was surprised to see a genuine smile on Snape's - no, Severus' face. Harry didn't think he'd ever seen the man really smile before. One that wasn't a smirk or a sneer.
"Some champagne?" Severus asked, lifting up the bottle, condensation beading on the outside of it.
"I'd better eat something first. I haven't eaten all day. I was too nervous."
"Harry, I know you haven't been with a man before; but I will endeavour to make it enjoyable for you, I promise."
Harry blushed and hung his head, squirming on the sofa. He hadn't been with anyone before, not like that. His only orgasms had been courtesy of his own hand; he'd never quite felt comfortable enough to even go that far with Ginny yet. Should he tell Snape he was still a virgin? Would it even matter?
Harry lifted up some fruit and ate as much as he could before downing a glass of champagne in one gulp. Maybe some Dutch courage would help him get through tonight that much quicker.
***
Part 3
Unexpectedly, the Head of Slytherin's bedroom was not awash with green. The walls had been panelled in a light oak all the way around, which matched the oak floorboards too. The bed itself was much larger than Harry's dormitory bed and the bedspread was dark blue with embroidered silver flowers. There were no curtains on the posts and no canopy but there was a fluffy sheepskin rug at the foot of the bed. Two white tables sat at either side of the bed but there was hardly anything else in the room besides the lanterns on the walls.
Harry had already used the ensuite bathroom and dressed in the cream linen nightshirt Severus had left out for him as well as downed the two potions Severus had instructed him to. Harry had no idea what they did; he hoped they were some sort of relaxation or calming aid because he wasn't sure he could go through with this otherwise.
Now he was just waiting for Severus to emerge from the bathroom and stood hovering by the side of the bed. Harry didn't want to get into the bed; it would seem too much like an admission that he wanted the consummation to happen and Harry wasn't sure about that aspect at all.
Severus emerged from the bathroom; he too dressed in a nightshirt, although his was charcoal grey and only barely reached his knees. Harry's was so long that he would trip if he didn't hold up the hem. Severus waved his hand around the room so that the lanterns on the walls flared to life muting everything in soft orange tones.
"Is there a reason you are standing out here in the cold?"
Harry blushed and slid under the covers as soon as Severus had spoken. His heart was hammering against his ribs and despite the low temperature in the dungeon he was sweating a little too.
"Relax, Harry. I do know how to pleasure a man," said Snape as he slipped in beside Harry and pressed his hand on Harry's hipbone. Harry gasped in surprise and just a little bit of arousal. No one had ever really touched him like that before. All Ginny's caresses had been above the waist. Harry hadn't even known how sensitive that part of his body would be. Severus pushed the bedcovers down so that only Harry's feet were covered.
"Lie down on your back," Severus ordered and Harry didn't even consider disobeying. He moved into the position and had just got settled when Severus straddled his hips, pinning him in place. Harry instinctively tried to struggle and whimpered in distress but the man above him wasn't going anywhere.
"Ssh, Harry. Just relax. Just let go." Severus placed both hands on either side of Harry's head and began to caress him, stroking from the top of his head and down to his neck. Again and again he stroked Harry's skin and Harry felt all the worries dissolving the longer Severus touched him. That wasn't the only thing he noticed. With every soft brush of Severus' fingertips against him, Harry was getting harder by the second. He tried not to; he hated himself for responding. Severus had forced him into this and Harry was appalled that his body could find such pleasure in the man's touch.
Almost of their own accord, his hips began thrusting up against Snape's thighs and Harry had to bite back a moan quite a few times. Severus smirked down at him before lowering his head and claiming Harry's mouth in a heated kiss. This was nothing like Ginny's or Cho's kisses. There was nothing soft or gentle about it. It was all hardness and teeth and the longer they kissed the harder Harry got. It was as if there was an electrical current connecting his mouth to his cock and it pulsed and jerked with every sweep of Severus' lips. His mouth was watering, saliva dripped between them and down Harry's chin as they kept kissing and kissing. He'd never been kissed like this before and he didn't want it to stop.
Severus pulled away, his eyes glittering like dark coal as he stared down at Harry. He scooted down Harry's body and pushed Harry's nightshirt up to his waist, staring intently at Harry's groin. Harry closed his eyes in mortification; he couldn't even remember the last time anyone had seen him there.
"Gorgeous," said Severus and in the next instant Harry's eyes opened wide with shock when Severus had swallowed half of Harry's cock in his mouth! It was too good, Harry could no longer keep silent and the agonised moan erupted out of him as he fisted his hands in the sheets beneath him. His cock was pulsing inside Severus' mouth, and Harry knew it would take very little to set him off.
Severus licked the head of his cock, before dipping his tongue into the slit and had Harry howling with need.
"Ohh! Oh God! Please!" Harry's hips bucked as he sought more of that wonderful pressure, too far gone now to worry whether Snape knew he was enjoying it or not.
Severus toyed with his foreskin, licking all around it and beneath it before he moved down and Harry felt his nose at the base of his groin. His whole cock was in the man's mouth! Nothing in his life had prepared Harry for the sensation of having his cock so completely enveloped like that; it was nothing like his hand at all. So hot and wet and oh God it felt so good!
Harry groaned again and had to lift his head off the pillow to see. Most of his view was obscured by the dark curtain of Severus' hair but Harry caught a glimpse of Severus' lips wrapped around his cock, stretched wide as he sucked and sucked at Harry's prick. The telltale tingles started in his belly and groin and Harry tried to tug Severus' head out of the way. "I - I can't - ahh - ahh! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Harry shrieked just as he emptied himself into Severus' mouth. He seemed to come for ages, his thighs trembling as the orgasm just kept going and going. By the end of it Harry was a little light-headed and feeling extremely embarrassed that he had come so soon and that it had been Snape who had made him come.
Severus lifted his head and smirked at Harry. "See? I knew you'd enjoy it."
There was nothing to say. It was obvious Harry had enjoyed it despite his initial reluctance at having a man touch him; having Snape touch him. Harry could feel Severus' erection pressing against his thigh and wondered if he was expected to do that to Severus.
"I think we're a little overdressed though," said Severus, lifting his wand from the bedside table. A few moments later, both of them were completely naked and the nightshirts were nowhere to be seen. Harry swallowed nervously as he felt all that bare skin against his own. Severus' cock was longer and thicker than his own and was almost purple with arousal. Drops of precome dribbled down the length and plopped onto Harry's belly, making him gasp.
"I want to be inside you," Severus hissed, leaning down to kiss Harry again, thrusting his tongue inside Harry's mouth and giving Harry a taste of himself. It was bitter and a bit salty, but the taste wasn't as awful as Harry would have expected. "You taste exquisite," Severus said against Harry's mouth. Harry felt himself blushing as his cock hardened again as it rubbed against the body on top of him.
Severus sat up and moved off Harry. "On your hands and knees. It will be easier," Severus suggested. Since Harry had no prior experience of gay sex, he decided to take Severus' word for it and did as he was told. In fact, for some reason he was getting a bit of a kick out of doing whatever the man said and his cock jumped at the thought of Harry being made to obey.
Harry was feeling a bit wobbly and very exposed on his hands and knees. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stay in this position for long. "Can I hold onto the headboard?" he asked, at least it would help him balance.
"You may hold onto the headboard," replied Severus and Harry tried not to roll his eyes. Here they were in bed naked together and Severus still had to correct his grammar!
"Thanks," said Harry and reached out to do just that. He felt Severus' hands trace along his neck, his collarbone and down his spine. Harry arched into the touch, moaning his pleasure.
"So responsive," sighed Severus. "So beautiful. And mine." He bit down hard on Harry's shoulder as he said it, sending a jolt of arousal so strong that Harry wondered he didn't faint at the sensation. There might be a bruise there later, but he found he didn't really care.
"Widen your legs," Severus ordered and blushing furiously, Harry obeyed. Strong hands pulled his cheeks apart and he squirmed with shame and arousal knowing Severus was seeing everything. His heart thumped wildly in his chest as Severus just seemed keen to stare at him. Harry wriggled, unable to stay still under such scrutiny and could almost imagine the intense gaze he was getting from Severus. His cock was so hard it was beginning to ache and Harry could feel himself twitching, almost as if he wanted to be touched back there.
"Accio salve," he heard Severus say and a few moments later a slick finger was trying to enter him. Harry tensed and tried to push the invader out.
"Relax, Harry. Let me in. It'll hurt more if you tense up."
Harry nodded and took a deep breath. The next time the finger appeared it wasn't so unexpected and he found he could actually relax and let is inside him. It didn't hurt, not really, it was just awfully strange and he squeezed his buttocks around the finger inside him, hearing a deep groan from Severus as he did so. Severus liked that? He did it again, only to earn himself a smack on the arse, which almost made him come there and then.
"Don't! Or I'll be finished before we're started," said Severus sharply.
"Sorry," said Harry but then did it again to see if he'd get another smack. He did, unable to stop the groan this time as the sting in his arse intensified.
"You like that? You like to be punished for your misbehaviour?" demanded Severus in the tone of voice of the angry Potions professor.
"Ohh, yes!" Harry moaned wondering if he would ever be able to sit through Potions again without getting hard.
"We can explore that some other time, but right now I think you need to be fucked, Mr. Potter."
Severus added another finger then another in quick succession, making Harry gasp a little at the sharp pain. It eased off after a little while though and soon he was arching himself backwards, impaling himself on those same fingers. Severus arched his fingers and brushed against something inside that had Harry seeing stars and yowling like a tom cat. "Please! Please!"
"You want to be fucked, do you? You want my cock up your arse?"
"Yessss! God yes!" panted Harry. He whined in disappointment when the fingers were removed, but sighed in contentment as he was filled once again with something much thicker, much longer than fingers.
"Merlin! You're so tight!" gasped Severus as he eased in slowly inch by inch. It did hurt a bit despite the stretching and Harry had to breathe through it.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!"
"My dear Harry, I have no intention of stopping now," Severus assured him as he gave one last push and sheathed himself fully inside Harry. Harry's eyes watered at the sudden pain but as Severus just stayed still and allowed Harry to get used to the full sensation, it wasn't so much of a pain as an ache that was quite pleasurable. His erection had wilted somewhat, but Severus reached around him and coaxed it back to life.
Harry wailed and bucked his hips, surprised at how much he was enjoying this. He wasn't gay? He'd surely have to rethink that after tonight! Severus' hands were firm around his cock and it was brilliant having that friction along with being so full. He could feel Severus' hair tickling at the skin on his back as Severus leaned over him, thrusting in and out like a man possessed. "I'm going to come in you," Severus growled. "I'm going to come inside you. There'll be so much it'll dribble down your legs and then I'm going to lick you clean of every drop."
"Oh fuck!" moaned Harry at that image, Severus on his knees behind him, licking his legs, his thighs, his arse. Harry tried to hold back, but the image was just so hot that his fingers tightened their grip on the headboard and he just gave himself up to the pleasure. His stomach jolted and he spilled himself in ecstatic pulses over Severus' hand. It didn't take much longer after that before Harry felt the man behind him stiffen and groan. Severus hadn't been joking; he came so much that Harry did feel it dribbling back out of him and down his legs. Severus was still pounding into him, his hand had left Harry's cock now and he was using both hands to get a good grip on Harry's hips as he kept thrusting until there was nothing of his emission left.
Harry could feel Severus' prick going soft inside him and slipping out. He whined in disappointment when it did so, still feeling aroused despite coming twice already. His legs threatened to give way beneath him and as soon he let go of the headboard, they did and he landed in an ungainly sprawl on the bed below. He groaned as his semi-erect cock came into contact with the mattress and he humped mindlessly against it.
He could feel the semen cooling on the backs of his legs and he wondered if Severus was really going to do what he'd said. It sounded so filthy, so naughty, but Harry had discovered some things tonight that he would never have thought of as erotic until he'd tried them.
"You're filthy, Harry," Severus echoed his thoughts and much to Harry's delight, bent down and began licking the backs of Harry's knees clean. Harry keened and thrashed his head on the pillow as Severus' wonderful tongue moved ever nearer to his thighs and the secret nestled between them. It was a part of him that wasn't secret anymore. Severus knew every inch of him intimately now and much to Harry's surprise, he found he didn't mind in the least.
When Severus finally pierced him with his tongue, Harry cried out and turned his head to gaze deep into Severus' eyes. When their eyes locked, so did their minds and Harry was thrust suddenly in Severus' recent memories and discovered the reason why his husband had been so 'delayed' for their wedding.
He saw a stark room, not much bigger than his cupboard had been although the ceilings were higher. There were manacles on the walls and hanging from them, his chest bare and criss-crossed with bloodied welts was Severus Snape. There were two men in the room with him; both in the scarlet robes of the Aurors, but Harry couldn't see their faces as their hoods were up. One of them was whipping Severus who bit his tongue but did not cry out. Harry felt the welts as if they'd been on his own body and shuddered on the bed.
"Think you're so clever, Snape, don't you?" spat one of them. "Using a Life Debt just so you can rape the Boy Who Lived? Think we don't know how sick you are? Nothing but a raping Death Eater!" The whip came down again and again and although Severus didn't scream, Harry did.
"Take it back, you murdering bastard! Say you've changed your mind! That you won't marry him!"
"No," Severus croaked. And through all the pain that Severus was feeling, for in his mind Harry could feel it too; there was a light that refused to dim. A boy with deep green eyes who would be his salvation. Who he'd fallen in love with despite not ever expecting or wanting the same thing in return.
"Stop!" screamed Harry, jerking away from Severus' tongue and holding his head. "Oh, God! Make it stop! Make it stop!"
"Harry?" Severus asked him, placing a comforting hand on Harry's back. "Did I hurt you?"
Harry turned to look at him and realised Severus didn't know. He didn't know Harry had been in his mind, he thought Harry was talking about what they were doing in bed.
"No, Severus. They hurt you," said Harry. "That's why you were late, wasn't it?"
"How ... Oh Merlin! You were a complete virgin? That sometimes happens when a wizard loses his virginity, he can see the thoughts of his partner. I thought you and Miss Weasley..."
"No. You were my first, Severus. And only."
Harry knelt up on the bed and wrapped his arms around Severus' waist. "I've already accepted this marriage, Severus. They had no right to hurt you like that. Why didn't you ever tell me that you were in love with me? Why didn't you ask me out on a date or something?"
"Because I never thought you would ever look at me with anything besides revulsion."
"And you thought forcing me to marry you would help?" Harry asked.
"I - I couldn't think of any other way."
"I think I understand a bit why you did it. It wasn't out of malice or some sort of twisted revenge on my father, fucking his son and all that. I think you did it because you've never known what real love is and you don't know the first thing about wooing someone. You were used to taking what you wanted and you wanted me, therefore you were going to have me. I'm still not happy about that by the way. It's not the way to get someone to fall in love with you too, but it's done now and we're married. We seem to be compatible in bed at least, but marriage isn't just sex, is it? One day I might grow to love you, but you have to let me get to know you. The real you," said Harry.
"That is - that is more than I deserve," said Severus, his voice hoarse.
"And you were right about that marriage contract," said Harry with a grin at his new husband.
"Oh?"
"Yes, I think we'll want sex more than twice a week, don't you?"
THE END