The Gulag

Chapter 10 The Gulag


Tonks was busy setting the afternoon tea on the table for Ron, Hermione and her husband when she was startled by a muffled scream that came from Harry’s--and now Snape’s--bedroom.

“Oh for crying out loud!” Hermione exclaimed as she threw her napkin on the table and marched the short way down the hall to Harry’s room.

Her hand was primed to pound on the door when she hesitated. Since there was no more moaning, she thought that the two men had finally worn themselves out. She firmed her resolve when she heard Severus begging Harry to fuck him harder..

Pounding with her tiny fists she screamed through the lock door, “Shut up and put a fucking silencing charm up!”

She was quite pleased with herself when the noise stopped instantaneously.

When she reentered the small breakfast nook, a round of applause from her friends and family greeted her. She grinned and curtsied slightly to the small group.

“You would have thought that Severus wouldn’t be able to last so long at his age,” Remus smiled as he sipped his tea.

“I don’t know about that,” Tonks squeezed his knee gently. “I’ve known the wolf in you to last all night long and you’re only a few months younger than Severus.”

“That only happens near the full moon when Moony is edgy and wants to play. The rest of the month…let’s say that an hour is usually more than enough. The two of them have been at it for what? Three hours?”

“I’m just glad that the children are either asleep upstairs or listening to Bartholomew read in the library,” Ron said as he tried to change the subject.

The idea of Harry and Severus together was alien to him and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He was sure, however, that he didn’t want to think about what the two of them were doing.

“I’ve got to give Severus credit—he taught those children as well as he could under the circumstances. Still, many of them are below their age level. ”

“Ron,” Hermione was in shock.

“What?” he blushed.

“Are you, of all people, concerned about the education of these children?” Hermione asked.

“I may not be a know-it-all like some people who shall remain anonymous,” he teased Hermione, earning him a playful slap on his arm, “but I do realize the importance of an education.”

The room filled with snickers.

“Well, I have,” he said in his defense.

“Don’t be upset with us Ron. We’re just teasing you a little, but you do have a point. These children as well as all Slytherin children, need an education before they become lost and are a drain on the society,” Remus informed the small group.

“Or worse, become criminals,” Tonks added.

“I can see your mind at work,” Hermione said. “What exactly are you thinking?”

“A school? We’ll have to start with the basics--reading, writing, and math, but unlike the rest of the Wizarding World, we can start introducing magic at a much earlier age,” explained Remus.

“Even though I like the idea, the logistics of it are insurmountable,” Hermione said.

“Are they? I don’t see why. Between the four of us, we make a fair teaching staff, and I know for a fact that Minerva would love to come out of retirement to help. There was no love lost on her part for the Slytherins, but she found imprisoning all of them, especially the children, an outrage. Neville would probably love to teach Herbology.”

“Where do you plan on teaching them? At Hogwarts?” Hermione asked her mind racing with possibilities.

“How about Malfoy Manor?” Ron spoke up. “The Gulag is big enough and it’s under Harry’s protection.”

Ron saw Remus worry his lower lip and remembered that Tonks and Remus had never planned on returning to the British Isles.

“Sorry,” Ron awkwardly sipped his tea, “I forgot you hadn’t planned on returning.”

“When I spoke of schooling the children, I was thinking of teaching them here. Tonks and I have a good life free of persecution,” Tonks reached over and rubbed his lower back supportively.

“But I always enjoyed teaching and I’m a Gryffindor, we do like a challenge,” Remus smiled slightly. “What do you think Tonks, ready to go back to Scotland?”

“As long as we’re together it doesn’t matter where we are,” she squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“Should we make some plans?” Hermione beamed.

“Yes, I think that’s a good idea,” Remus returned her smile.


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This was not how it was suppose to be, Severus thought as he strained against the binding Harry had put on him. He had planned to be the one in control, the one holding down Harry, the one torturing the Savior to the brink of madness with his ministrations. Instead, he found that Harry had indeed learned a lot over the last few years and was slowly driving him crazy with lust.

Harry had deliberately not put a silencing charm on the room, ordering Severus to be quiet or the whole house would know what they were doing. After finding Harry’s seductive torture too much, Severus screamed for Harry to fuck him. Instead of plowing into his lover, the youth only laid next to him, his fingers gently running the length of Severus’s boney arms, soothing him until he calmed and the Potions Master’s prick slightly softened. Then, with an evil grin, he started worshiping Severus’s body over again. Harry had driven Severus to the brink so many times that the older wizard had lost count. After the third time that Severus screamed for Potter to stop teasing and to fuck him, Harry put a magical gag in his mouth.

Harry grinned down at his lover when he heard the persistent pounding of the door and Hermione’s voice ordering them to put up a silencing charm.

“I think it’s time I stop playing with my toy and get down to business,” Harry smirked when he saw Severus glare at him.

“I know you’ve never bottomed before, Love, but I promise you you’ll enjoy it. Next time, if you’re very good, I may let you fuck me,” Harry teased as he leaned in and kissed the very tip of Severus’s substantial nose. “Think of this as payback for pushing me away so many years ago. So much time wasted because of your damnable pride.”

Severus could hear the bitterness in his lover’s voice and knew that the last three hours, no matter how painfully wonderful, were his punishment for sending Harry away after he defeated Voldemort.

Harry quietly mumbled a few words and Severus found his knees next to his ears, a position that at any other time would have been extremely uncomfortable. With the way Harry was licking his lips as he stared down at him, however, Severus found it arousing.

Leaning in to kiss Severus, Harry inadvertently rubbed their cocks together drawing a low moan form Severus.

“Will you get on with it Potter?” growled the Potions Master.

“Beg me,” Harry demanded as he nuzzled Severus’s neck, leaving love bites on his collarbone.

His fingers combed through Severus’s sweat soaked hair and pulled his head back farther, giving him more pale skin to suckle.

“If you think I’m going to beg Potter you have another thing …” Harry rolled Severus balls gently between his fingers, “Ahhhhh.”

“Bastard,” the Potions Master pulled on the ropes that were fastened to the headboard of the bed. “I plan on killing you once I’m free, Potter.”

“Then perhaps I should keep you tied up with your legs folded to your ears for the rest of your life--always prepared and ready for me.”

To make his point, the younger wizard slipped his finger into Severus’s tight opening, all the while leering at him. It was such a pretty sight: Severus with his legs splayed wide for him, his hole stretched from hours of fondling and fingering. The older man was just begging to be taken.

Twisting his finger inside Severus, Harry found the little nub that he knew would smash any remaining resistance.

“Merlin…” Severus screamed. “Fuck me Harry…for Merlin’s sake, fuck me hard.”

Harry smiled sweetly at his lover, “All you ever had to do was to ask. Stubborn git.”

Once he guided his cock to Severus’s entrance, Harry pushed in slowly, giving his lover time to adjust to the stretch of the small hole.

With teeth, tongues and lips, Harry soothed his lover. He knew the older man was uncomfortable, even with all his careful preparation, so he wanted to distract Severus with pleasure. Harry slowly slid home until he was fully sheathed. Placing his forehead against Severus’s, Harry took deep breaths to control himself.

“Harry?” Severus spoke in concern.

“Huh?” Harry said between breaths.

“You alright?”

Harry snickered, “Never been better in my life. Just…”

“Just what?”

“Never thought anything in my life could feel this perfect,” Harry smiled between breaths.

Severus tilted his head up to capture Harry’s lips with his own. The kiss was electrifying, and Harry could no longer hold back. He started to thrust his hips in earnest.

“Yesss…” Severus hissed with every thrust.

Sweat rolled from Harry in streams, drenching Severus.

“Harry, I need to touch you. Please let me touch you,” Severus cried.

Wordlessly, the binds that held Severus disappeared. His long-fingered hands reached for his lover. Rows of welts were left on Harry’s back as Severus ran his nails across the smooth skin.

The younger wizard leaned forward and pulled Severus into a sitting position. Gravity lowered Severus a few millimeters more onto Harry’s well endowed cock. Severus reached between his legs to stroke his shaft in rhythm to the thrusts of Harry’s hips. After hours of tortuous foreplay, Severus gave into the overwhelming need to come. With a loud moan, thick white seed covered his hand. The orgasm seemed to last an eternity, and Severus was only brought back to reality when Harry encircled his arms around him and pulled him tightly to his chest. Harry clamped his teeth down on Severus’s shoulder as he shuddered and released himself deep into Severus. Exhausted, the two lovers collapsed onto the bed. Harry was reluctant to pull out, afraid that this was all a dream that would end once he was no longer inside Severus.

“Harry, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” Severus calmly stated.

“How…How did you know what I was thinking? Did you read my mind?”

“Didn’t have to. The worry is written all over your face. I’m here with you now,” to make his point he lifted Harry’s hand and kissed the center of the palm. “I’m not going anywhere for the duration.”

“And after ‘this’ war is over, will you send me away again?” Harry slipped from Severus’s inviting warmth and rolled onto his back.

Severus chuckled softly, “If we both survive we will revisit this issue.”

“It was good,” Harry yawned.

“What?” Severus pulled the comforter over their soiled body.

“The two of us together, it was…good.”

Severus felt the slight tingling of a cleaning spell. He was amazed at how powerful his lover truly was. He kissed the top of Harry’s sweaty hair just before he drifted off.

“It couldn’t have been better,” Severus muttered before falling off to sleep.