Totem

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used here just the devious little mind making them dance.

//blah, blah, blah// - denotes thoughts
// ‘blah blah’ // Snape’s thought in Harry’s mind

Pairing: Snape X Harry, Harry X Snape

Summary: Harry retreats to Hogwarts after his latest battle seeking safety, comfort and something else…


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Totem: Chapter 10


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Harry threw himself face down on the bed. At last he was clean and clothing free. After wrestling the devil’s snare and stumbling through the dark, wet cave, which led them directly back to the castle, they again headed to the forest to retrieve the harvested potions ingredients. It took 3 locator spells and lots of scrambling to find the bags since they had been pilfered by a small band of pixies. Covered in mud, slightly battered and laughing all the way, they returned with their precious items. Harry was amazed by the sight of his former professor, brow unfurrowed, dark eyes sparkling in the twilight and for the first time Harry could ever remember, an air of true peace wrapped around the dark man. It was a glimpse of Snape as he was meant to be, so truly beautiful. Harry wished to see him like this always. He stopped Snape on the stairs of the castle. A slow kiss against the failing sun, a whisper to his love how beautiful the man was and for once Snape did not refute his words. Harry sighed into the mattress as he remembered the moment.

Snape stood in the wash closet dripping on the floor as he looked into the mirror. Even with all its ‘harrowing’ events, he could not remember a single day during his entire life that had gone by with so much ease. He studied his features in the mirror as his fingers tussled his long wet hair. // Beautiful, eh?…// There had been men before Harry to tell him that. But only Harry had been able to convince him. // He’s such a bad influence.// Snape’s reflection smiled at him before he turned away. He found Harry stretched out on his stomach across the bed. How curious to have Harry Potter naked and on his bed in such confident contentment. He pondered how they had gotten here so quickly, both of them so comfortable and companionable with each other. A swell of emotion rushed over Snape as he recounted their short time together. There were so many feelings he never thought he would share with another coursing through him. He studied Harry’s form as he let the unfamiliar emotions take him.

Harry heard Snape enter and turned to see him. The man stood quietly at the bedside watching him. Harry returned the steady gaze, observing the gorgeously thick body just within arms reach. Snape was not willowy, slight or feminine in any way. His body was solid and powerful, the very image of artful masculinity. Harry watched Snape’s hands idly glide upwards to cradle his burgeoning arousal as he studied Harry. Harry was jealous of the softly stroking fingers that played with the lovely body encouraging it to grow large and hard. He could faintly hear Snape in his mind. // ‘smooth perfection… sensuous cascading hills…supple valleys…’// Harry blushed as he grasped the words describing his body. “Severus…” Harry whispered.

Snape leaned forward and lowered himself onto the bed next to Harry. He marveled at the naked form beside him. This body was so familiar. He had touched it, taken much pleasure in it and yet, there was more he needed to know of it. He extended one investigative hand to slide down the smooth undulating back and around the gently rising mounds of flesh. His fingertips barely delved into the cleavage as they danced over the firm bottom once, twice, three times. The smooth skin flowing under his touch warmed and fluttered beneath his fingers. He noted the man’s hitching breath and soft whimper as he bent down to lick the back of a tender thigh where it met the rising mound. He nuzzled his face into the divide just enough that his breath prickled the fine hairs. Snape sent one hand on ahead of his lips, caressing the creamy skin of Harry’s thigh until it reached the back of the knee. The other hand stayed behind to lightly fondle the firm cheeks. His thumb ran the length of the divide, teasing just inside the darkness.

Harry willed himself to lie still as Snape touched him. Those tantalizing hands across his body made soft but sure contact. There was no apprehension or question of the touch. He buried his face into the bed with a moan as lips and hands trailed down his leg ending in a kiss to the inside of his ankle. A similar trail blazoned up the other leg this time with a stop to suckle the sensitive flesh on the back of his knee. His insides quivered like jello. Harry made more small, pleading noises, as the mouth sucked at the sensitive flesh. A hand deftly swept up the inside of his thigh and indomitably stroked the expanse just under his balls. The sudden indirect stimulation of his prostate resulted in a violent gasping shudder that took his body.

Harry shook beneath him. Snape kept rubbing the elusive pleasure zone as he kissed his way over the round globes of flesh and up the broad back to Harry’s neck. He let his weight rest fully on the smaller man. His free hand slid between Harry and the bed to cradle him while he kissed the back of Harry’s shoulder. “Harry.”

It was a low and lusty moan. Harry turned back. Snape continued his acute rhythmic pressure on Harry’s lower body as he kissed him. Harry was undone. Unable to move to prompt for more or to stop the blessed torture, he let go of his body and gave it over to this man who he had once believed was his enemy. As he drifted, wrapped in the euphoria of his lover’s creation, the world around him changed. He could vaguely remember being here before, a place of light and form. An image came him. Two golden forms melding together enveloped by a third which was like a coiling silver snake. Then he was there as one of the merging beings, the tightness of the binding all around him. This place of light and the normal physical world flooded into each other’s boundaries. He could feel the sensuous scales of the snake ripple over his real skin as it pulled them together. //Severus// The head of snake came into view and there was a moment of recognition. //…Ne…Ne hebu…//

//“Nehebu-kau”// Snape moaned in Harry’s mind.

“You see it?” Harry breathed balancing himself between the two worlds.

“Hmmm…”Snape nuzzled his head into Harry’s neck kissing him. //’I don’t know… sometimes when we make love… I think…I remember it… but...’// “oooooh…” Snape felt Harry’s legs spreading apart. He let his fingers move to the roll of muscles and tease it until he could slide in easily. He heard hissing as he rubbed inside Harry. Something tightened around his chest cleaving him to Harry.

Harry desired to be as connected to Snape as possible. “…..fill me…” he murmured.

Snape pressed himself up against Harry’s opening. His breathing was ragged and loud. “God, Harry…” He groaned faintly, “ can barely… move.”

“…Sev…” Harry pleaded as he pressed backwards. He felt himself spreading open as Snape’s hard body pushed slowly into him. //yess oh fuck yes// The hard penetrating cock seated deep inside him.

At first he could only push against Harry’s body but as they moved together Snape found the strength to take longer, fuller strokes. He concentrated on building his momentum deep inside Harry.

Harry fell further into rapture as Snape took him. His stomach swelled with the anticipation of Snape’s mounting thrusts. “Please,” Harry begged softly, “don’t stop…oh, more, MORE!” The world could crash and burn around him and he wouldn’t care as long as Snape was inside him. The hard staggering rhythm broke into a full gate and Harry groaned in reverie.

Snape began to snap his hips with stiff harsh thrusts as the man below him moaned and begged. He was hitting Harry so that he keened and gasped. He could fuck Harry like this forever. He relished the feeling of the tight, hot body swallowing him whole as it pushed back against him. He succumbed to his desire to quicken the pace elicg stg strong approval from the man trapped below him. Snape’s body was livid with its need to be satisfied. It took its anger out in a hard forceful impetus into Harry’s pliant body. He felt it emerging, the edge of ecstasy dng cng close making him wild with want.

Snape was fucking him hard, driving into the deepest recesses of his body hitting everything perfect. Harry groaned loudly. He pushed his hips higher to receive his lover’s voracious thrusts. He couldn’t think or feel anything but Snape and Snape was fucking him raw. He wanted it. He needed it. He loved it. Harry clutched at the bed screaming into it as loud as he could his body jerking and heaving against his lover. He was coming.

Snape felt Harry tightening and it was all he needed. His arms and legs were over taken with turbulent spasms as he climax. He cried out for Harry and kept moving pumping his exploding cock into its blessed vessel. It wasn’t going to end. Wave after wave ripped through him and deposited itself inside Harry. He clutched H’s s’s shoulders bucking wildly. He rode the massive orgasm on top of Harry’s back thrusting and heaving to no avail. When the tidal wave finally began to ebb, letting him come down form his ecstatic high, he slid down bedside Harry breathless and exhausted. The room seamed deafening quiet with nothing but the two men gasping for air. Snape conjured a sheet to cover them and enveloped Harry. “Alright?” his weak voice asked.

Harry’s body was tingling all over, weak and heavy. He’d never been fucked so… so… oh, he couldn’t think of anything to compare it to. His head lolled to the side so he could look up at Snape. He licked his lips and panted, “alright… would be an understatement.” The glow of exuberant sex radiated from Snape, his skin was flushed and wet with sweat his mouth was agape and lusting for air. He surely was beautiful. Harry smiled weakly and ran his hand over his lover’s bare arm. Was this how it would always be between them, each fuck greater that the last? Or did he just feel like that because he was in love? “I’ve never had anything like this,” he whispered. “When we come together I loose my mind.” His green eyes swam through Snape’s dark orbs. “It feels a little dangerous,” explained Harry.

“I know…” Snape replied. //It is dangerous, but I won’t stop…I can’t stop// He closed his eyes softly as Harry gingerly stroked him. He was lost here too, feeling the utter bliss throughout his body while his mind tried to find the words or the meaning to all of it. Is this what love is really like, or was this something a bit more mystical? “I wonder if this is real,” he pondered. “I feel these things for you and want you so badly but all the while I wonder-”

Harry silenced him with a finger to his lips. Snape’s eyes slowly opened. They continued to breathe heavily as they locked onto each other’s gaze. Harry spoke soft and slow, randomly touching the man’s face and body. “Could you ever remember this night and not feel it or doubt that I loved you?” The look in Snape’s eyes spoke the answer Harry’s heart already knew. Harry kissed Snape soft and gentle, caressing the masculine face and drawing out the man’s hushed moans.

Snape pulled closer to Harry. His voice was frail and wavering, “I want it to be real, I do. I can feel it, I can taste it, but…”He trembled in Harry’s arms as his tears fell. “Our lives have been so tangled in this dark and maniacal world. Do I dare hope for more when I can’t even see beyond this moment?”

Harry kissed away the falling tears and let Snape curl into his arms. He cradled the man gently stroking his head. He couldn’t find the words to comfort or reassure his lover. He could feel Snape’s despair and fear but all he could do was hold him. Perhaps just being here and holding onto him would be enough.


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Lucius felt his stomach turn. He didn’t know how long he had been with Draco but their time was over. The Dark Lord was returning for him. His kissed his son’s cheek one last time to awaken the sleeping boy.

Draco smiled up at his Father and then saw the awful black form looming behind him.

“Aren’t we cuddly and cute all wrapped up together by the fire?” Voldemort sneered. He grabbed Lucius by the hair hauling him up while he kicked Draco away. “Did you have a good time fondling your child, my pet?”

Lucius was filled with abject rage at the man’s inference but his body was already falling back under the curse and anger was swiftly replaced by a mad craving for his master’s touch. Voldemort’s lips crushed against his and he was lost. “Master,” he pleaded. “Oh, master!” and thus Lucius’ son was again forgotten to him.

Draco watched in despair as his Father turned into the Dark Lord’s puppet. He wanted to scream and tear out the evil man’s dead heart, but there were too many wards and spells dulling his senses, wrapping around him, keeping him low and hunkered to the gro // // I will kill him, one day I know I will. // He turned away as Voldemort flaunted his control of Draco’s parent by thrusting his tongue deep into his Father’s hungry mouth. // I will kill him.//

Voldemort let his toy go and smiled. He looked down triumphantly at the dismissed heap of flesh. Draco wore a look of utter contempt. Convinced of his dominance in Lucius’ mind and body the Dark Lord let him be. “Go back through the gate and wait for me. I won’t be long.”

Lucius didn’t even see Draco as he executed his orders.

The boy felt is heart sink as his Father retreated. Voldemort sat down near him. “Why are you still here?” Draco growled.

Voldemort sighed deeply and looked at the young man on the floor. Though he was in a cowering position he knew it was just the heavy spells keeping the boy listless and subdued. “It’s been a while, Draco. I just wanted to see how your were doing.”

“Bugger off,” Draco spat. He knew the evil bastard wanted something.

Voldemort made a small tsk-ing sound in the back of his throat. “Now, now, I have a special treat for you. I want you to go visit an old friend.”

“Why?”

“I need something from him.”

“Get it yourself.”

In a flash Voldemort had Draco by the neck, his body lifted half off the ground. He whispered into the boy’s ear, “Tell me Draco, should I fuck you Father face up or down? I could bring him back for a demonstration of each, hmm? Then you can tell which one makes him scream louder!”

Draco was barely able to pull away. “Why do you do this? Why not just hex us with Imperius or Cruciatus and be done…” he cried.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” Voldemort bellowed. “However, if you insist…”

A bolt of light flew from the Dark Lord’s hand and into Draco’s chest. The body buckled and lurched painfully up wards. Draco screamed as he felt his mind slipping away.


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Harry lay awake next to Snape milling over his thoughts. Reality was begining to come back to him. He regretfully admitted to himself that he was now well and rested. He should floo the Aurors and inform them that he was fit to be sent on assignment. His heart ached at the thought. The feeling of Snape stirring next to him made him mourn the idea of leaving all the more. Tears welled up and made his eyes sting but did not break forth. He vowed that every moment he could be in the dark man’s presence he would. //I can floo him every night, speak to him through our bond, meet him where ever I can. It won’t be so bad.// He tried to reassure his aching heart. Harry looked down at the head nestled against his chest and ran his fingers through Snape’s hair. He couldn’t leave the love he’d only just found, not yet. // One more day. I can give myself one more day with him then I’ll go back. //

Snape awoke to the feeling of Harry’s fingers in his hair. It was such a decadent touch. He sighed in pleasure and moved to look at Harry. The man offered him a small smile below his sad green eyes. //He’s thinking about leaving. // Snape stretched up and pressed their lips together. //’It’s all right Harry. I know you have to leave.’//

Harry maneuvered Snape to rest on his chest. “Not today, though. Let’s have at least one more day all to ourselves.” Snape nodded and slipped down again to Harry’s chest. Harry kissed the top of Snape’s head and asked, “So what shall we do, hmm?” He tried to sound cheerful and not let the sadness radiate from him.

Snape brushed his lips along Harry’s collarbone exhaling his warm breath over the naked skin. // One more day…// Snape sat up on one elbow . “Well, Mr. Potter how about a date?”

Harry, taken back a bit, smiled genuinely. “A date? Isn’t a little late for that? I mean, I have spent the better part of two weeks in your bed, legs spread open and screaming…”

Snape shifted his body on top of Harry’s and pressed him into the mattress. “And what lovely screams they were, too, but it’s time to move this outside and into the real world, agreed?”

Harry was beginning to regret the idea of leaving the bed at all with Snape lying on top of him. He arched up into the body on top of him. “But do you think it wise that we be seen together?”

Snape kissed Harry’s shoulder, “tsk wherwhere is that reckless Harry Potter brat when I need him?” He took Harry’s lips for a moment. “Leave the details to me,” Snape whispered as he pulled Harry up from the bed and into the shower.

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The summer sun was bright and happy in the brilliant blue sky above Harry. He felt wonderful as he and Snape roamed from shop to shop along Diagon Alley. Snape spelled Harry and himself so that no one would recognize them. It wasn’t a glamour that merely changed their appearances, this spell actually made people not notice them. It was much more effective and very hard to detect because, frankly, people didn’t remember that you were there. Harry was giddy with the feeling of being out of the castle and with Snape. They walked arm in arm when they could. Just outside of Wombat’s Witch Wares Harry playfully stole a kiss from Snape. He hadn’t known how wonderful it would be. He felt so normal and …free. They talked easily as they plowed throstorstores and laughed at what they found. There was no mention of hideous pasts, frail futures or Dark Lords just two lovers enjoying each other’s company.

Snape guided them into Cutis Crushes’ Curiosity Shoppe. Harry noted that most of the items were non-magical muggle items. Snape picked up what he thought to be some kind of torture device. Harry laughed and told him it was a hand mixer muggles use in the kitchen. Snape was still not convinced so Harry picked up the item, placed it in a bowl and turned the crank showing how the parts rotated to mix ingredients. Snape thought it still looked dangerous. He wandered over to a case of enclosed items. At the end were sparkling sets of rings. Harry looked over the older man’s shoulders.

“Wedding bands,” Harry stated.

“Wedding bands?”

“Sort of a muggle version of binding spells. When two people are bound in the muggle world they wear band on their fingers usually made of gold or sliver.”

It seamed idiotically simple to Snape. Surely there was more to it. “So what do the bands do?”

“They don’t actually do anything. Each partner wears an identical ring on his or her hand as a token of the promise they have made to each other.”

“What promise is that?” Snape asked.

“To love and honor each other as long as they both are living,” Harry replied wistfully.

It was quaint and simple. Snape took down his spell for a moment and ordered the clerk over.

Harry watched as Snape carefully examined a few sets. Both of their eyes widened as they found a peculiar set with a band of black onyx and a band of jade held together by a strip of silver wrapping around the two bands. It was perfect.

Snape paid for the rings and deposited the box in his coat pocket. He put his spell back in place and the two left.

“What next?” Snape asked.

“How about fo We We could do a picnic. There’s a lovely spot by a stre– umph!”

Harry was cut off by a sudden shove from a man plowing through the streets. Snape grabbed Harry just as a pain shot up his arm. It wasn’t a call but something similar. The stranger looked up at Snape angrily and for moment his eyes reflected recognition before the spell wiped the thought away from him. He grumbled and ambled on.

“Severus? Are you ok?”

“umm.” He rubbed at his arm and as the man retreated the pain subsided. “Death eater…. and he’s being called.”

“Called? Are you?” Harry asked. Snape shook his head no. Suddenly Harry was on the move with Snape close behind. He didn’t know why they were following the stranger. It was just an instinct. The crowds were thinning and people looked more and more disheveled. They were making their way towards Nocturne alley. No one noticed them following quickly on the man’s hethanthanks to Snape’s spell. He turned down a series of corners rushing no doubt because of the pain in his gut. He entered a small black door. Snape and Harry followed. It was a dank dark hole with foul smelling torches sparsely lighting their way. They heard the din of people echoing down the tunnel, the smack of flesh against flesh and the howl of someone in pain. The corridor opened into a large room.

Snape pulled Harry aside. They shouldn’t push the limits of the spell in hey way walking into the middle of the group. If there was any place this spell could be detected and broken it was in a group of death eaters. But the men seamed too preoccupied to care about security.

“You have defied our lord for the last time.” Smack

“There is no retribution!” Thud.

“YOU are a TRAITOR!” They all yelled.

Harry couldn’t see what was happening but he could hear the choking wet cough and the splatter of liquid on the floor. “Fuck you,” came weakly from the behind the wall of Death Eaters. The dark robed men screamed and descended on their victim. Harry and Snape charged at the same time hexing the Death Eaters until they either lay on the ground stupefied or were running away.

Harry was the first to make it to the victim’s side.

“Is he alive?” Snape barked as Harry knelt down.

Harry rolled the blood-drenched body over gently and looked into the face. “Oh holy shit…SEVERUS!” he yelled.

Snape stupefied his last Death Eater and went to Harry’s side. Looking up at them was grisly face of Draco Malfoy.

~TBC~