The Ties That Bind
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
9,359
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32
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Chapter 11
Title: The Ties That Bind - Chapter 11
Author: Dracoluvah
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Draco/Snape
Rating for series: NC-17
Genres: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Angst or Grief, Threesome
Summary: After the wake of Narcissa Malfoy, Harry and Draco are back at Hogwarts, but now as professors with Snape as their headmaster.
A/N: Thank you again to my beta Mistress Gwen. You rock! Sorry everyone for the long wait. Thanks to all for your patience!
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Snape, and pretty much anything else recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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Draco couldn’t remember Harry ever being this angry. It reminded Draco of his father; absolutely silent, all thoughts and emotions internalized, walking with a stride of determination, of purpose. Malfoy was petrified.
Harry strode to the headmaster’s private quarters and entered without even knocking. The moment he made eye contact with Snape, the calm resolve crumbled. Harry was stripped, bare, ranting, thrashing, “What the fuck were you thinking? ……. How long has this been going on? …… Do you have any morals? …… You fuckin’ run this place, have some integrity! …… How many other teachers do you let blow you? ……. Should I suck you off? ……. Do you let students? …… How about house elves? Why not? Hmm? ….. Would you blood answer me you bastard!!!”
“Jealous Potter?” Snape calmly replied. This outburst did not shock Snape, actually, Snape was wondering what had taken so long everything to come out.
“Jealous? Of you?” Harry looked astonished.
“No,” Snape responded simply. “Are you jealous of Professor Malfoy? Are you jealous that his hands have touched my flesh? That he has tasted me? Or perhaps it is that he puts his mouth around my cock? That he drives me wild? That he alone gets the privilege to drive me to ecstasy? Makes me harder then any wizard I’ve ever been with? Do you wish that was you Professor Potter, ” Snape was circling Harry seductively, his voice was pulling him in, hypnotizing. “Do you want to touch me? Feel me? Taste me?”
Harry was spinning. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get air into his body. His heart rate was increasing. He needed to sit, to collect his thoughts, maybe open a window to get fresh air. Snape walked over to Malfoy, took the blonde professor’s hand and moved him to the front of Harry. “You may kiss your lover Draco,” the velvety baritone commanded. Draco put his arms around Harry, relived that every secret he had had to hide was now out in the open. As Draco breathed life into Harry, the headmaster positioned himself behind the DADA instructor. Snape’s warm breath on Harry’s neck sent shivers down his spine and woke up his lower regions. Harry had never felt so alive. To be the center of a Slytherin sandwich was Harry’s secret desire. Both Slytherins seemed more than happy to focus their attentions on the Gryffindor golden boy. As Malfoy lovingly explored Harry’s delicate mouth with his tongue, Snape passionately delved into the boy’s backside, caressing his arse and every other inch of delicious flesh that for so long had been off limits to him.
“Why don’t we find a more comfortable spot to continue this session,” and at that moment, Snape led his young professors out of the common room area of his quarters.
Author: Dracoluvah
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Draco/Snape
Rating for series: NC-17
Genres: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Angst or Grief, Threesome
Summary: After the wake of Narcissa Malfoy, Harry and Draco are back at Hogwarts, but now as professors with Snape as their headmaster.
A/N: Thank you again to my beta Mistress Gwen. You rock! Sorry everyone for the long wait. Thanks to all for your patience!
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Snape, and pretty much anything else recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco couldn’t remember Harry ever being this angry. It reminded Draco of his father; absolutely silent, all thoughts and emotions internalized, walking with a stride of determination, of purpose. Malfoy was petrified.
Harry strode to the headmaster’s private quarters and entered without even knocking. The moment he made eye contact with Snape, the calm resolve crumbled. Harry was stripped, bare, ranting, thrashing, “What the fuck were you thinking? ……. How long has this been going on? …… Do you have any morals? …… You fuckin’ run this place, have some integrity! …… How many other teachers do you let blow you? ……. Should I suck you off? ……. Do you let students? …… How about house elves? Why not? Hmm? ….. Would you blood answer me you bastard!!!”
“Jealous Potter?” Snape calmly replied. This outburst did not shock Snape, actually, Snape was wondering what had taken so long everything to come out.
“Jealous? Of you?” Harry looked astonished.
“No,” Snape responded simply. “Are you jealous of Professor Malfoy? Are you jealous that his hands have touched my flesh? That he has tasted me? Or perhaps it is that he puts his mouth around my cock? That he drives me wild? That he alone gets the privilege to drive me to ecstasy? Makes me harder then any wizard I’ve ever been with? Do you wish that was you Professor Potter, ” Snape was circling Harry seductively, his voice was pulling him in, hypnotizing. “Do you want to touch me? Feel me? Taste me?”
Harry was spinning. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get air into his body. His heart rate was increasing. He needed to sit, to collect his thoughts, maybe open a window to get fresh air. Snape walked over to Malfoy, took the blonde professor’s hand and moved him to the front of Harry. “You may kiss your lover Draco,” the velvety baritone commanded. Draco put his arms around Harry, relived that every secret he had had to hide was now out in the open. As Draco breathed life into Harry, the headmaster positioned himself behind the DADA instructor. Snape’s warm breath on Harry’s neck sent shivers down his spine and woke up his lower regions. Harry had never felt so alive. To be the center of a Slytherin sandwich was Harry’s secret desire. Both Slytherins seemed more than happy to focus their attentions on the Gryffindor golden boy. As Malfoy lovingly explored Harry’s delicate mouth with his tongue, Snape passionately delved into the boy’s backside, caressing his arse and every other inch of delicious flesh that for so long had been off limits to him.
“Why don’t we find a more comfortable spot to continue this session,” and at that moment, Snape led his young professors out of the common room area of his quarters.