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Chapter 12: Love and Lust
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. The characters and the settings belong to J.K. Rowling, however the story is my own.
WARNING: This story contains adult scenes and situations which may offend some people, including slash, minor (16y.o) sex, and swearing.
Chapter 12: Love and Lust
Madame Pomfrey took his temperature, she checked his reflexes, shone her wand into his eyes and finally admitted that whatever Snape had done had worked perfectly. Then she finally let in the two visitors that had been bugging her since before Harry even got there.
\"Well Harry? We only saw you faint into Snape\'s arms… we don\'t know what happened before that?\"
Harry looked at Ron. \"It\' ok mate, Ginny found me when I got back to school, said you guy\'s were only friends and that was all you were ever going to be. I guess if she can deal with that then I can.\"
\"I went into the Hogs Head and ordered a fire-whisky…\" Hermione glared at him, \"I didn\'t get to drink it anyway- well I tried but I ended up with most of it down my shirt. He was there so I left, and he followed me out, then he kissed me. I was angry and I picked up a rock and pelted it at him.\"
Ron\'s jaw dropped; \"wow! That\'s brilliant Harry! Why didn\'t you come and get us if you were going to chuck rocks at him? I wish I could have seen his face!\"
Hermione tried to look disgusted at Ron and angry at Harry at the same time. It was hard when she was obviously trying not to smile at the same time.
\"After that I don\'t know… I guess I fainted.\" He loves me he loves me he loves me. The words were cycling in his mind. He was having trouble focusing on the conversation. He felt like he could just float into the air.
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Snape realised he had been standing staring at the door since Harry had left more then 10 minutes ago. At the same time he realised his face was set in a stupid grin, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn\'t seem to arrange it in any more fitting way. I\'m happy; he recognised the feeling with some surprise. This is stupid, and dangerous and it will never work… but I\'m happy. He didn\'t know whether to scream to the entire world how he felt, or to curl up in a ball around the knowledge and keep it to himself like a precious jewel.
\"Harry. Mine.\" He said it softly, enjoying the feel of it, the sound of it. This was so stupid… he felt so crazy, so scared and excited and nervous. God\'s was this love? It was nothing like he had thought. He had thought only weak stupid people fell in love. He had never realised how much courage it took to admit you needed someone. Nor how much the reward was worth it. He walked slowly into his bedroom, seeing everything as if it were new. As he thought Harry must see it. The room was bare. It was the room of a lonely private man he realised. There was the Slytherin chair, his by right as the head of Slytherin house, there was a bed. It was all functional and neat. Green and silver and black. And empty. Boring. This room had been his home for 12 years, and it was totally devoid of any personality whatsoever.
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It was several hours before Harry could escape from Ron and Hermione and head back down to the dungeon. He knocked on the door and entered as soon as he heard Snape\'s invitation. Then he just stopped and stared. In the office the jars of unnamed disgusting slimy looking things were gone. There was actually a tapestry on one of the walls. It was of a Common Green Welsh dragon, a mother curled protectively around a nest of bright yellow eggs, he eyes burning and teeth showing in warning. It brought back memories of the first task he\'d faced in the triwizard tournament. He tore his eyes off the tapestry to meet those of Snape. He was seated at the desk, studying Harry\'s reaction. He stood and led the way into the other room. The huge bed still dominated the room, but a round rug covered the hard stone floor. It was a pattern of different greens and yellows. Several big soft looking yellow cushions also decorated the bed.
\"Wow, it looks…nice. Comfier. Lots of yellow…\"
\"I like yellow.\" Snape stated defensively, his dark eyes daring Harry to laugh.
He did; \"well… I\'m sure Hufflepuff house would be so…pleased.\"
Snape growled at him, stepping close and grabbing him around the waist; \"better Huffelpuff then Gryffindor with their foolish courage and insufferable arrogance.\" He kissed Harry hard, forcing his tongue through lips Harry kept tightly closed in protest.
Harry refused to respond, struggling half heartedly as Snape\'s hands roved over his body, claiming him. Snape pulled him hard against him, allowing Harry to feel his hardness through the robes, pulling back from the kiss to run his tongue over his neck.
Involuntarily Harry groaned, against his will he felt his arms tighten around the older man, pulling him closer. Next thing he knew Snape\'s hands were under his robes, pulling them up and over his head. For a second he struggled, then he realised he couldn\'t remember why he was supposed to be angry. He relaxed a little, but was still sufficiently annoyed not to make an effort to cooperate.
Snape slipped his own robes off and backed Harry onto the bed. Harry lay down, then turned his head away, studying the walls as Snape took him in his mouth. Snape ran his tongue softly over the tip, then took the swollen head in his mouth and sucked gently. Harry closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, fighting to remain silent as he felt the warm mouth slip down, taking in his entire length. Snape sucked harder, pulling at his cock, running his fingers softly over his balls. Harry heard Snape groan loudly, almost sobbing as he starting pumping Harry\'s cock in his fist. Suddenly Harry realised the effect this was having on Snape, on the unreadable, enigmatic man who always seemed so in control. The thought turned him on more then anything that Snape had done to him so far, suddenly he forgot he was trying to be annoyed, forgot he was trying to ignore the man. He grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up to meet a passionate kiss. He gasped as he felt Snape\'s cock slide smoothly in, as if Harry\'s arse was where it belonged, where it was always meant to be. Snape sucked his neck hard, making quiet sniffily noises every time he slid in and out. On god\'s he was going to come soon; it had been so long since he\'d held him, smelled his individual musky scent, and Snape was so responsive, so passionate, more open then he\'d ever been. What had changed? They were in love. Oh God\'s… he felt himself clench around Snape\'s cock, at the same time feeling the hot liquid shoot up between them, hitting his chest.
He looked up and seen Snape\'s eyes open, staring into his own. He had stopped moving, was tensed above him, mouth open. Harry felt him pulsing, knew that he was so close to coming, had stopped right on the edge.
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He stared down into Harry\'s bright green eyes, feeling his tight arse clench again and again around him. He knew he was on balanced on the precipice, but something made him hold still, watching the passion fade from the green eyes below him, watching and feeling him relax. Then, just as Harry\'s eyes started to close he began to move again, slowly, so slowly it was like a beautiful unbearable torture, he slid all the way out and back in. Harry grabbed at him, not opening his eyes, just arching his back in response, his beautiful neck stretching out, his face contorting in what could almost be taken for pain, but Snape knew it wasn\'t. Sex had never been like this, it was amazing how much difference having a willing partner made.
I wonder if James ever noticed the difference between a willing and non-willing partner; the thought entered his mind unwilled and unwelcome. Oh fuck, why did he have to think of him now?
He felt himself slow down and then stop moving completely.
\"What\'s wrong?\" He was staring up at him again, eyes narrowed, he was so young; he hadn\'t yet learned to hide his emotions, his every thought was written on his face for all to see.
\"Nothing…\" It was such a stupid answer, obviously Harry would know something was wrong, but what could he possibly say?
Fuck! Did James have to invade his thoughts, even now? He fell to his side, his erection shrivelling.
Silently Harry turned over, gently curling his arm over him, fingers caressing his stomach. It was so relaxing. He felt his eyes closing.
\"I love you.\" The voice whispered in his ear, comforting him. \"Now I have you, and I\'m not going to let go.\" He fell asleep still hearing the soft loving voice whispering in his ear.
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Sorry this one took so long guys... been really busy.
Please keep up the reviews & i will keep up writng the story every spare moment i get.
More reviews = quicker updates.
WARNING: This story contains adult scenes and situations which may offend some people, including slash, minor (16y.o) sex, and swearing.
Chapter 12: Love and Lust
Madame Pomfrey took his temperature, she checked his reflexes, shone her wand into his eyes and finally admitted that whatever Snape had done had worked perfectly. Then she finally let in the two visitors that had been bugging her since before Harry even got there.
\"Well Harry? We only saw you faint into Snape\'s arms… we don\'t know what happened before that?\"
Harry looked at Ron. \"It\' ok mate, Ginny found me when I got back to school, said you guy\'s were only friends and that was all you were ever going to be. I guess if she can deal with that then I can.\"
\"I went into the Hogs Head and ordered a fire-whisky…\" Hermione glared at him, \"I didn\'t get to drink it anyway- well I tried but I ended up with most of it down my shirt. He was there so I left, and he followed me out, then he kissed me. I was angry and I picked up a rock and pelted it at him.\"
Ron\'s jaw dropped; \"wow! That\'s brilliant Harry! Why didn\'t you come and get us if you were going to chuck rocks at him? I wish I could have seen his face!\"
Hermione tried to look disgusted at Ron and angry at Harry at the same time. It was hard when she was obviously trying not to smile at the same time.
\"After that I don\'t know… I guess I fainted.\" He loves me he loves me he loves me. The words were cycling in his mind. He was having trouble focusing on the conversation. He felt like he could just float into the air.
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Snape realised he had been standing staring at the door since Harry had left more then 10 minutes ago. At the same time he realised his face was set in a stupid grin, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn\'t seem to arrange it in any more fitting way. I\'m happy; he recognised the feeling with some surprise. This is stupid, and dangerous and it will never work… but I\'m happy. He didn\'t know whether to scream to the entire world how he felt, or to curl up in a ball around the knowledge and keep it to himself like a precious jewel.
\"Harry. Mine.\" He said it softly, enjoying the feel of it, the sound of it. This was so stupid… he felt so crazy, so scared and excited and nervous. God\'s was this love? It was nothing like he had thought. He had thought only weak stupid people fell in love. He had never realised how much courage it took to admit you needed someone. Nor how much the reward was worth it. He walked slowly into his bedroom, seeing everything as if it were new. As he thought Harry must see it. The room was bare. It was the room of a lonely private man he realised. There was the Slytherin chair, his by right as the head of Slytherin house, there was a bed. It was all functional and neat. Green and silver and black. And empty. Boring. This room had been his home for 12 years, and it was totally devoid of any personality whatsoever.
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It was several hours before Harry could escape from Ron and Hermione and head back down to the dungeon. He knocked on the door and entered as soon as he heard Snape\'s invitation. Then he just stopped and stared. In the office the jars of unnamed disgusting slimy looking things were gone. There was actually a tapestry on one of the walls. It was of a Common Green Welsh dragon, a mother curled protectively around a nest of bright yellow eggs, he eyes burning and teeth showing in warning. It brought back memories of the first task he\'d faced in the triwizard tournament. He tore his eyes off the tapestry to meet those of Snape. He was seated at the desk, studying Harry\'s reaction. He stood and led the way into the other room. The huge bed still dominated the room, but a round rug covered the hard stone floor. It was a pattern of different greens and yellows. Several big soft looking yellow cushions also decorated the bed.
\"Wow, it looks…nice. Comfier. Lots of yellow…\"
\"I like yellow.\" Snape stated defensively, his dark eyes daring Harry to laugh.
He did; \"well… I\'m sure Hufflepuff house would be so…pleased.\"
Snape growled at him, stepping close and grabbing him around the waist; \"better Huffelpuff then Gryffindor with their foolish courage and insufferable arrogance.\" He kissed Harry hard, forcing his tongue through lips Harry kept tightly closed in protest.
Harry refused to respond, struggling half heartedly as Snape\'s hands roved over his body, claiming him. Snape pulled him hard against him, allowing Harry to feel his hardness through the robes, pulling back from the kiss to run his tongue over his neck.
Involuntarily Harry groaned, against his will he felt his arms tighten around the older man, pulling him closer. Next thing he knew Snape\'s hands were under his robes, pulling them up and over his head. For a second he struggled, then he realised he couldn\'t remember why he was supposed to be angry. He relaxed a little, but was still sufficiently annoyed not to make an effort to cooperate.
Snape slipped his own robes off and backed Harry onto the bed. Harry lay down, then turned his head away, studying the walls as Snape took him in his mouth. Snape ran his tongue softly over the tip, then took the swollen head in his mouth and sucked gently. Harry closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, fighting to remain silent as he felt the warm mouth slip down, taking in his entire length. Snape sucked harder, pulling at his cock, running his fingers softly over his balls. Harry heard Snape groan loudly, almost sobbing as he starting pumping Harry\'s cock in his fist. Suddenly Harry realised the effect this was having on Snape, on the unreadable, enigmatic man who always seemed so in control. The thought turned him on more then anything that Snape had done to him so far, suddenly he forgot he was trying to be annoyed, forgot he was trying to ignore the man. He grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up to meet a passionate kiss. He gasped as he felt Snape\'s cock slide smoothly in, as if Harry\'s arse was where it belonged, where it was always meant to be. Snape sucked his neck hard, making quiet sniffily noises every time he slid in and out. On god\'s he was going to come soon; it had been so long since he\'d held him, smelled his individual musky scent, and Snape was so responsive, so passionate, more open then he\'d ever been. What had changed? They were in love. Oh God\'s… he felt himself clench around Snape\'s cock, at the same time feeling the hot liquid shoot up between them, hitting his chest.
He looked up and seen Snape\'s eyes open, staring into his own. He had stopped moving, was tensed above him, mouth open. Harry felt him pulsing, knew that he was so close to coming, had stopped right on the edge.
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He stared down into Harry\'s bright green eyes, feeling his tight arse clench again and again around him. He knew he was on balanced on the precipice, but something made him hold still, watching the passion fade from the green eyes below him, watching and feeling him relax. Then, just as Harry\'s eyes started to close he began to move again, slowly, so slowly it was like a beautiful unbearable torture, he slid all the way out and back in. Harry grabbed at him, not opening his eyes, just arching his back in response, his beautiful neck stretching out, his face contorting in what could almost be taken for pain, but Snape knew it wasn\'t. Sex had never been like this, it was amazing how much difference having a willing partner made.
I wonder if James ever noticed the difference between a willing and non-willing partner; the thought entered his mind unwilled and unwelcome. Oh fuck, why did he have to think of him now?
He felt himself slow down and then stop moving completely.
\"What\'s wrong?\" He was staring up at him again, eyes narrowed, he was so young; he hadn\'t yet learned to hide his emotions, his every thought was written on his face for all to see.
\"Nothing…\" It was such a stupid answer, obviously Harry would know something was wrong, but what could he possibly say?
Fuck! Did James have to invade his thoughts, even now? He fell to his side, his erection shrivelling.
Silently Harry turned over, gently curling his arm over him, fingers caressing his stomach. It was so relaxing. He felt his eyes closing.
\"I love you.\" The voice whispered in his ear, comforting him. \"Now I have you, and I\'m not going to let go.\" He fell asleep still hearing the soft loving voice whispering in his ear.
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Sorry this one took so long guys... been really busy.
Please keep up the reviews & i will keep up writng the story every spare moment i get.
More reviews = quicker updates.