So Wrong, Yet So Right

“Do you at least know what house they were from?”

“No.”

“Were they seventh years?”

“I don’t know.”

Professor McGonagall sighed, pacing in front of Harry on the sofa. She had arrived with Madam Pomfrey the next morning, wanting to make sure the boy was okay, as well as ask what had happened so she could punish those involved.

“Not even a familiar voice?” she hoped.

Harry shook his head, glancing over at Snape who was sitting on the chair opposite him. He sighed to himself, wishing the two women would just leave so they could be alone and return to the bedroom where Malfoy was waiting.

“Your bruises have healed wonderfully,” Pomfrey smiled in satisfaction.

“Will I still have to go to the infirmary?” he fearfully asked, turning to look at her.

She smiled and shook her head, understanding his distress. “I see no reason for it,” she assured him. “But I want you to continue taking some healing potions for the next week, just to make sure I haven’t missed anything,” she added, turning toward Snape to make him aware of the situation.

“I’ll make some more,” he responded.

“Harry, would you like me to walk you back to your room?” McGonagall asked.

“Oh, um,” Harry chewed on his bottom lip, glancing over at Snape again. “I guess so.”

“Potter, don’t you remember that Malfoy wanted to stop by and see you this morning?” he stepped in, understanding the boy’s concern.

“Oh right,” Harry nodded, looking over at McGonagall. “It’d be rude if I didn’t at least thank him for what he did,” he explained to her.

“You’re absolutely right,” she smiled, amazed by his maturity. “And if Professor Snape is okay with having you stay until then, then I see no problem with that,” she then added, looking toward her colleague.

“That’s fine,” he blankly replied. “He should be arriving soon anyway.”

She nodded, returning her attention back to Harry. “Harry, if you remember anything else about what happened, please let me know.”

“I will,” he agreed.

She sighed and turned toward Madam Pomfrey, noticing the matron had already packed up her belongings. The two moved toward the door and said their farewells, leaving them alone once more.

When the door clicked shut, Harry swiftly glanced over at Snape and smiled. The man returned his smile and stood up from his chair, moving toward the sofa.

“So where were we?” Severus smirked, sitting down next to him.

“Right about here,” Harry answered, leaning in closer and pressing his lips firmly to his.

Severus groaned, wrapping his arms tightly around Potter and pulling him over so he was straddling his lap. He then pushed his tongue inside Potter’s mouth when it opened, wanting to taste more of him.

Harry moaned, glad to be continuing where they had left off. About an hour earlier, they were on the sofa heatedly kissing each other before the women arrived. It had started out with just innocent talking, until Harry’s hand had accidentally brushed against his professor’s arm. They immediately stopped talking and stared at each other, feeling the temptation right on the surface. And in that next second, they had darted forward, fiercely kissing each other.

Severus slipped his hand underneath Potter’s shirt, moving it against his warm bare skin. He continued playing with his tongue, hearing the boy’s satisfied moans. His cock was straining inside his pants, demanding to be set free.

When Harry shifted on Snape’s lap, he could feel the man’s hardness and moaned once more. He trailed his hands down Snape’s sides and over toward the buttons on his pants. He slowly began unbuttoning them, pressing his mouth a bit harder against Snape’s.

“Potter,” Severus quietly groaned.

Harry ignored him, undoing the last button and slipping his hand inside his pants, grabbing Snape’s cock firmly in his grasp.

“Oh fuck,” Severus gasped, breaking their kiss and resting his chin on Potter’s shoulder, feeling his hand begin to move faster. “Feels so good,” he softly continued, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip.

Harry smiled, enjoying his professor’s pleasure, knowing he was the cause of it. His own cock started to throb, but it wasn’t going to deter him from his actions. He wanted to satisfy Snape completely before moving on to his own needs. To his surprise, Snape had slipped his hand out of his shirt, as if reading his mind, and lowered it, firmly cupping the bulge inside his pants. Harry gasped, stroking his hand a bit harder on Snape’s cock.

“Potter,” Severus whispered in his ear, gulping when he felt his climax moving forward. “Potter, I can’t…” he tried to say, but quickly shook his head when he knew no words would help. Instead, he gripped a little tighter around the boy’s cock, hearing Potter’s breath hitch from the action.

“Yes,” Harry hissed, rocking himself against the man’s hand.

Severus moved his hand up and began unbuttoning Potter’s pants, needing to feel the boy’s hardness in his hand. After quickly undoing the last part, he slipped his hand inside and grabbed the boy’s fully erect cock, squeezing it tightly.

“Snape,” Harry whimpered, not sure how much longer he could hold on.

“Fuck, Potter,” he gulped, amazed by how skillful his hand was on his own cock.

The two continued to stroke each other, releasing tiny moans of pleasure every few seconds. No words were uttered as they both began reaching the end, moving their hands faster on each other’s cocks.

Remembering they didn’t put up any silencing spells, Harry quickly leaned in closer, sinking his teeth into Snape’s shirt, needing to muffle the scream that was about to happen in the next second. He tightly closed his eyes and shook his head, crying out his release into the fabric and coating his warm seed over his professor’s hand. Severus closed his eyes and moaned in Potter’s ear, before spilling his own sweet juices into the boy’s hand a few seconds later.

After they were completely spent, they released each other’s very sensitive cocks and placed their foreheads on the other’s shoulder, panting heavily.

“That was amazing,” Harry whispered, feeling the man nod his agreement on his shoulder.

They suddenly froze when they heard a throat clear near the front door, putting them into a wild panic. They were so focused on each other that they had completely forgotten to lock the door when the two women left. And there they sat, a student and professor, cocks out and breathless. What if the women forgot something?

“Do you know how fucking hot you both look right now?”

Severus sighed, feeling his whole body instantly relax. He then turned his head to the side, glaring at the blond near the door. “You scared the shit out of me,” he remarked. “What are you doing over there?”

Draco smirked and shook his head, pointing toward the lock on the door. “Honestly Severus, I’m surprised at you,” he playfully reprimanded. “How many times have you warned me to make sure this door was locked?”

Harry chuckled, turning his head to look over at Malfoy as well. He licked his lips when he saw the boy’s obvious hard-on. “Seems we have a bit of an issue here,” he smiled.

Severus glanced down and smiled too, noticing the bulge in the boy’s pants. “Come here, Draco,” he softly commanded.

Draco grinned, excitedly moving toward them. Severus pulled away from Potter, leaning in closer to Draco. He pressed his mouth firmly against his, earning a pleasurable moan in response. “Take them off,” he soon whispered, prodding his tongue inside the boy’s slightly parted mouth.

Draco quickly began unbuttoning his pants, opening his mouth wider to allow the man entry and moaning when their kiss suddenly deepened. Forgetting all about his pants, he knelt on the sofa beside them, wrapping his arms around Severus’ neck and pulling him closer, wanting to taste more of him inside his mouth.

Harry’s heart began to beat faster as he watched their kiss intensify in front of him. He then glanced down at Malfoy’s open pants and licked his lips, aware of what was hiding inside. He slowly reached over and slid the blond’s pants down his thighs, freeing his stiff cock from its captivity.

Harry then looked back up, noticing Malfoy had left Snape’s mouth and was currently sucking on the man’s neck. Snape looked down at him and smiled, nodding for him to continue. Harry gave him a big grin before gazing back over at Malfoy’s juicy throbbing member in front of him.

Although his mouth was watering in anticipation, he was a bit nervous with what he was about to do, never having given a blowjob before. He took a deep breath before moving in closer, hoping he could remember everything Malfoy had done to him.

He swiped his tongue experimentally over the head of Malfoy’s cock and smiled when he saw it twitch in excitement. He shifted his eyes upward, watching Malfoy run his hands through Snape’s hair, having returned to the man’s lips once more. He shifted his eyes back down to Malfoy’s hardness and licked it again, hearing him suddenly moan above.

Feeling encouraged, Harry gripped the boy’s cock at the base with his hand, enveloping it in his mouth a second later. He sucked on him gently at first, wanting to remember the feel and taste of him, before picking up his speed, knowing how much he had enjoyed it when Malfoy did that to him.

“Potter,” Draco suddenly gasped, releasing himself from Severus’ mouth. “Oh god, don’t stop.”

Harry smiled to himself, happy to know that he was pleasuring him right. He continued thinking about things he liked being done to his own cock, repeating those same actions on Malfoy, hoping he would like them too. Apparently he did.

Draco crashed his face into Severus’ chest, gripping the man’s shirt in his fists and crying into it. “Oh fuck…oh god…fuck, don’t stop…oh sweet fucking Merlin…Potter…fuck.”

Harry firmly moved his hand up and down Malfoy’s shaft, sucking him harder and faster around the sensitive crown. Feeling him pulsating inside his mouth, hearing him loudly moan on Snape’s chest while gripping his shirt tighter, he knew Malfoy was nearing his end.

“Potter,” he whimpered, his body shivering for release. “Fuck, I gotta…I gotta…”

Harry continued the fast steady motion with his mouth, knowing not to slow down when he was about to climax. He shifted his eyes up and felt a tremendous sense of pride as he watched Malfoy close his eyes and tilt his head back, biting down hard on his lower lip.

“Keep going, Potter,” Severus quietly ordered, holding Draco’s shoulders steady so he wouldn’t fall when he let out his release, watching Potter suck him below.

Harry closed his eyes and moaned from being told what to do with Malfoy’s cock by Snape and sucked even harder, hearing Malfoy’s cry. Feeling his cock swell inside his mouth, he gave one last firm suck, tasting his release a second later. He swallowed the bitterness down, surprised that he actually liked it, and continued stroking him until every last drop was out, lapping at the leftovers.

Realizing Malfoy’s cock was very tender, he carefully backed away from it and licked his lips as he looked up at him. The blond was panting heavily, his eyes still closed, his head tilted back. Harry then looked over at Snape and smiled, seeing the man lick his lips as he stared at him.

Still straddling his lap, he sat upright and moved forward, pushing his tongue inside Snape’s mouth, wanting him to taste Malfoy. Severus moaned from the action, releasing his hold on Draco when he knew the boy would not fall, and wrapped his arms around Potter, pulling him closer to his chest. “Tastes so good,” he recognized.

“Mm, so good,” Harry murmured.

“So very, very good,” Draco groaned, watching their tongues dance around in his taste.

*****
“It doesn’t matter,” he sighed, packing a few of his clothes in a bag.

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter?” she scowled, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s not like you to just leave without telling anyone. I was worried about you. Where were you all night?”

He suddenly stopped packing and glared up at his friend, irritated by her words. “If you were truly worried, then you’d already know that answer,” he snapped.

She placed her hands on her hips, enraged by his sudden attack. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Forget it,” he huffed, moving toward his trunk and pulling out a few more items.

“Harry, why are you being like this?” Hermione sadly asked.

He stuffed the items inside his bag and zipped it up, ignoring her question. He then pulled the bag over his shoulder, finally looking over at her. “If anyone cares, I’ll be back tomorrow night,” he said.

“Where are you going? And where were you last night?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he repeated once more, walking away from her.

“It matters to me,” she expressed, following after him. “You weren’t in classes all day, and then when we came to check on you, you weren’t in your room. I mean I know you’re upset about everyone finding out you’re gay, but you can’t avoid them forever, Harry.”

He immediately stopped at the top of the stairs and turned around, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. “Is that what you think?” he incredulously asked. “That I was hiding from everyone?”

“Nobody had seen you since first class, Harry,” she answered. “What did you expect us to think?”

“How long?” he suddenly whispered.

“How long what?”

“How long before you came to check on me?” he curiously wondered.

She quickly looked down, shuffling her feet. “Before dinner,” she sheepishly responded.

He nodded before walking down the stairs. “Thanks,” he muttered.

“Harry, wait,” she called out.

“You waited an entire day,” he finally snapped, not caring about the students watching them in the common area, as he continued moving toward the exit. “Which means you can continue to wait,” he finished, slamming the portrait door shut once he stepped out.

His eyes suddenly went wide in fear when he heard two very familiar laughs. He could feel his heart pounding inside his chest as visions of what happened yesterday appeared in his mind. His whole body started to tremble, hearing their laughter getting closer.

He quickly glanced around the corridor, noticing how empty it was. He knew he had to get out of there fast, but sadly there was another part of him that wanted to stay. He had to see them. He wanted to see them. He needed to see them.

“See you later, yeah?” one of the voices finally said.

“Yeah, alright,” the other voice answered.

Harry’s entire body froze when he heard the other voice respond. He wanted to throw up, immediately aware of whom it belonged to. He just couldn’t believe it. In fact, there was still a part of him that didn’t, desperately needing to see him in person to confirm if it was real.

His heart stopped as soon as the boy turned the corner. He started questioning how he was not able to place his voice before, but then wondered if he had actually known the whole time and just subconsciously pushed it away because he didn’t want to believe it. But there he stood, and Harry finally had to accept it.

“Oh, hey Harry. Where’ve you been? We were all worried about you,” he began, nearing closer.

Not even giving it a second thought, as soon as the boy was close enough, Harry angrily punched him in the face, watching him drop to the ground.

“What the fuck was that for?” he murmured, holding his bloody nose.

Harry stared down at him, feeling no shame whatsoever. “You fucking bastard,” he spat, kicking him in the side before walking away.

“Harry, wait!” he called out, still holding his nose. “Harry, it’s not what you think.”

Harry quickly turned around, eyes narrowed. “Not what I think? You fucking held me up as he beat the shit out of me, and then left me for dead,” he fumed.

“Harry I’m-”

“That next word better not be sorry,” Harry growled. “And if you ever come near me again, I won’t hesitate to kill you,” he suddenly threatened, turning back around and resuming his walk to the dungeons.

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A/N: So, does anyone want to take a guess at who it is?? :) Hope you enjoyed this chapter!