MINE

Thanks go to Strife for the punctuation help, and the few typos that I didn\'t catch. Any errors are mine.

Chapter Twelve


Harry lay on his side, leaning on his elbow, as he gazed down at his sleeping mate. The two of them got to know each other fairly well over the weekend. Harry’s body and face flushed from the memory of just how well they got to know each other, and what they did in the bed . . . on the couch . . . on the floor . . .

He placed his hand on Severus’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He lightly skimmed his fingers over his chest, amazed at the feel of how firm, but soft to touch it was. His hand glided up, tracing the collarbone with his fingertips, thinking how much he himself liked when Severus would touch him there, evident by the marks left from his lovers kisses. He leaned down to trace his tongue along the bone, nuzzling his nose into his neck. He still smelled good from their bath that they shared before they went to bed the night before.

Severus felt Harry’s tentative touches on his chest, and the erection against his thigh as he slowly came to awareness. He opened his eyes to see that Harry was watching his own hand travel over his chest, exploring with his fingertips. He lay still until Harry’s face lowered, licking his collarbone, and neck. His hand gripped the sheets at his sides as he arched his neck back for Harry to continue.

Harry felt the tenseness under his hand, and looked up to meet Severus’s smoldering gaze. “Sorry if I woke you,” he softly said, starting to pull away.

Severus tightened his one arm around Harry’s lower back to hold him close to his side. “I don’t mind waking up like that,” he grinned.

“Was it okay? I know I like when you do that to me,” Harry said, placing his hand on Severus’s chest again.

“I liked it, Harry,” Severus smiled, reaching up to cup the side of Harry’s face, pulling him down for a kiss.

Harry melted into the kiss, then shifted his body over Severus’s to straddle his legs. “I want to feel more of you,” he huskily said, as he raised his upper body. He took one of Severus’s hands, bringing it up to his mouth, placing a soft kiss to each finger before licking each one. He looked down into the obsidian depths as he slipped a finger into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the finger.

Severus couldn’t tear his gaze from Harry’s mouth as his fingers were being orally feasted on. After each finger was tasted, a wet kiss was placed on the palm of his hand, then held onto as Harry gave the same treatment to his other hand. “Do you have any idea what you do to me Harry?” He huskily asked, then let out a low moan when he felt Harry’s erection rub against his. He tried to let go of Harry’s hand to pull him closer, when Harry’s hold tightened.

Harry shook his head, smiling against the palm of Severus’ hand. “My turn,” he softly said, taking both of Severus’s hands in his, to stretch them above Severus’s head. He leaned down further, their chests touching as he slowly savored his mate’s lips with his tongue, thrusting his hips forward.

Severus slipped his hands under his head, and under his pillow, smiling when Harry’s hands glided down his arms. To his torture, Harry’s fingertips grazed his underarms, his body twisting underneath Harry.

“My . . . my. The great Potion’s Master is ticklish,” Harry grinned, running his fingers through the underarm hair.

“Harry,” Severus warned, trying not to laugh as he started to lower his arm.

Harry smirked as he guided Severus’s hand above his head again, then leaned down to lick and nibble onto his neck, while his hands skimmed over his chest. He teased a nipple with his fingertips, his cock growing harder at the low moan coming from Severus. His lips moved lower, his teeth marking his path as he reached his first goal. His tongue circled the nipple, before sucking it into his mouth.

“Gods . . . Harry,” Severus moaned, arching his back up to the touch.

Harry sucked on the nipple harder, flicking his tongue against the tip, while he pinched the other nipple with his fingertips. His lips drew away from the heaving chest, his teeth scraping the sensitized nipple. He slid his hand down Severus’s side, to his hip to hold him still as he moved to the other nipple with his lips.

Encouraged from the sounds his mate was making and the scent of his heady arousal, Harry continued downwards with his mouth, stopping to lick and taste the trembling stomach. He shifted between Severus’s legs as he dipped his tongue into his navel, then followed the dusting of black hair lower.

Severus looked down with heavy lidded eyes, his body trembling from Harry’s explorative touches. Harry loosely wrapped his fingers around his shaft, as he used his other hand to glide his fingers over the weeping head of his cock. He raised his upper body to lean back on his elbows, his eyes never leaving Harry, as he slowly stroked his cock.

Harry lightly gripped Severus’s cock in wonder, amazed that all that fit inside of him, could bring him so much pleasure. He leaned down to brush his tongue along the bottom of the shaft, balls to crown, avoiding the engorged head. He placed his lips at the base again, licking the hardened flesh as he moved slowly upwards. When he reached the crown, he pulled back to swirl his tongue around the head, moaning at the taste of his mate. He gripped the base as he slipped the head inside of his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

“Harry,” Severus moaned, reaching down with his hand to slip into Harry’s silken strands of hair. “Feels so good,” he groaned.

Harry felt the slight pressure of Severus’s fingers at the back of his head, and took him deeper into his mouth, moaning around the length as he slowly withdrew his mouth, to slide back down to take him deep again.

Severus watched Harry’s lips stretch to take him in, over and over again. He saw Harry reach down to stroke his own erection, and almost came right then from the sight. He suddenly pulled Harry up with a growl, and shifted him onto his back. Both hands pulled Harry’s legs up to his chest, as he guided his cock to Harry’s entrance. He thrust in fast and deep, then stilled to let Harry adjust, the sweat trickling down his face from withholding his release.

“More . . . Sev . . . please . . . fuck me,” Harry moaned, throwing his head back against the pillows.

Severus growled low in his throat as he pistoned his hips forward, burying himself deep into the tight heat. He leaned down to brace his hands at Harry’s sides, Harry’s legs pressed hard against his chest. At Harry’s lustful cries as he thrust deep in this new position, he leaned down to claim Harry’s lips in a possessive kiss.

“Cum for me Harry,” Severus panted against Harry’s lips. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

Harry’s hand went to his cock, stroking it in time with Severus’s animalistic thrusts. “Gods . . . yessss . . . Sev’rus,” he panted, moaning loudly as his body tensed, his fist squeezing his orgasm out of him. Seconds later, he felt Severus’s hand tighten on his hip as he came inside of him.

Severus leaned his head on Harry’s chest, feeling the erratic heartbeat of his young lover. He let go of Harry’s legs, for them to shakily slide down his side to tangle with his. He felt fingers comb through his hair, then placed a soft kiss on Harry’s chest as he pulled his hips back to slip out of him.

“I don’t want to go back Severus,” Harry softly said, putting his arms around Severus’s back, nuzzling his face into his neck.

Severus reached up to Harry’s neck to gently pull him away. “Unfortunately, I think we would be missed if we don’t make an appearance,” he smirked, kissing Harry’s forehead.

“I’m surprised that no one has come to bother us,” Harry said, sitting up on the bed.

“I was wondering about that myself,” Severus said, getting up, then pulling Harry to his feet. “Albus must have found out and kept everyone away.”

“Do you think it was him that arranged for food to be brought down, and some clothes for me?” Harry asked.

“It’s possible,” Severus shrugged.

Harry followed Severus into the bathroom, enjoying the view of his mate’s backside. “When can I see you again, Sev?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow in class,” Severus smirked, then turned on the shower.

“You’re being obtuse on purpose, aren’t you?” Harry asked, stepping into the shower after Severus.

“We’ll make time to be alone Harry,” Severus seriously said, running his fingers through the sides of Harry’s hair, under the jets of warm water. “And anytime you feel the need to feed, come to me . . . not the wolf,” he finished.

“What if I need to feed everyday?” Harry smiled.

“Then we’ll have to sneak in a kiss or two,” Severus grinned, leaning in to give Harry one of those kisses.



Harry and Severus enjoyed a long, leisurely shower, washing the other’s now familiar bodies. After many of those kisses, they dried themselves and dressed for the first time in a few days. Harry slipped into the clean jeans and T-shirt, thankful that someone was thoughtful enough to have thought of that for him. He winced a little as he did up his jeans, a little tender in a few places, but he wouldn’t have changed that for the world.

~*~

After plans were made to see each other the following day, Harry left Severus’s rooms, feeling exhilarated, happy with life, and full of energy. He walked through the winding hallways of the dungeons, his thoughts on Severus, when he stopped suddenly. To his right, he heard someone fighting in one of the classrooms, then a moan of pain that sounded familiar to him. He wandlessly blasted the door open, the door splintering to pieces as he advanced into the room. He growled low in his throat when he saw Draco battered and bloodied on the floor, as three other guys were beating on him.

“So nice of you to join our little party, Potter,” Jenn, a seventh year Slytherin laughed, aiming her wand at his head.

He looked at her, his eye’s darkening as he flicked his hand towards her, for her to be thrown back against the wall, before sliding unconscious down to the floor. The other three had stopped their beating on Draco, to face Harry. One of them immediately raised their wand, sneering evilly at the thought of harming the boy wonder, and shouted out a laceration spell. He saw the blood seep through the T-shirt from the gashes on Harry’s chest, then saw the deadly intent in his eyes as he kept advancing towards him. He backed up, about to run for it, when he was lifted off the ground by the front of his shirt, then thrown back against the broken door frame, his legs laying out in the hallway as he slipped into unconsciousness. The next one, seeing that the slicing spell had cut Harry, but not stop him, ran towards him, his fist caught midswing in Harry’s hand. His cries of pain echoed off the walls as Harry crushed his fingers, then twisted his arm, snapping the bone.

Severus felt the hoop in his ear warm moments after Harry left. He rushed out of the room, following the cries of pain that could be heard coming from an abandoned classroom. After stepping over the legs of a sixth year Slytherin, and stepping past the shattered door, his eyes immediately fell to his lover, noticing the menace in Harry’s stance as he stood before one of his Slytherin’s, who was kneeling at his feet, holding his crippled arm close to his chest, his hair grasped tightly in Harry’s fist.

He ignored the pleading look that the kneeling student sent his way, his fingers clenching around his wand when he caught site of Draco, who was curled up on the floor, unconscious, his robes tattered and bloody. His hand reached out to grip the robes of the boy that was trying to sneak past him, and pulled him back. “I’m not done with him,” Harry growled, turning to his prey, still grasping the kneeling boy’s hair.

“Potter!” Severus shouted, to have no reaction. “Harry! He will be dealt with,” Severus sternly said, reaching his hand out to stop Harry, who was stalking towards them.

“He hurt Draco. I hurt him. Let him go, Sev,” he growled, advancing towards the white-faced boy.

“Go get Madame Pomfrey,” Severus ordered, turning to the scared Slytherin at his side who was watching Harry’s nails grow into sharpened claws. “Now!”

The seventh year left, running to get the medi-witch, never once thinking of defying his head of house, while the other boy was still kneeling on the floor, too scared to move.

Severus cautiously stepped forward, placing his hand on Harry’s heaving chest, slowly gliding up to stroke Harry’s neck, then his face. “Harry. They will be dealt with. We need to take Draco to the infirmary,” he softly said, giving a small smile when he saw that Harry’s eyes were changing back to the emerald orbs that are always on his mind.

Harry turned his head to kiss the palm of Severus’s hand, nodding in agreement before turning back to Draco, who was unconscious on the floor. He glared at the other boy, who flinched back in fright when Harry went to grab him with his clawed hand. “No one hurts what is mine,” he seethed, then turned his back to kneel down beside Draco.

“Dray,” Harry softly said, gently brushing the hair away from the swelling face of his brother, a few tears escaping from his eyes to fall onto the pale broken skin.

“Harry?” Draco hoarsely said, opening his one eye to look up.

“Where are you hurt? I don’t want to hurt you more when I pick you up,” Harry asked, his tears falling on the gash on Draco’s cheek, healing the cut closed.

“Name somewhere where it doesn’t hurt,” Draco replied, giving him a small crooked smile.

Harry gently picked him up, his arms under Draco’s back and legs. “I shouldn’t have left you,” he said, walking by Severus, feeling his mate’s hand brush across his shoulder as he walked past.

“You were . . . busy,” Draco grinned, wincing as his bruised face felt the pull of skin. “You needed to be with Severus.”

“How did you . . . ?” Harry began.

“Father and I saw you,” Draco tiredly said, leaning his head on Harry’s shoulder. “We left right away,” he reassured him, looking up to see the blush on Harry’s face. “I’m happy for you Harry.”

“Thanks Dray,” Harry quietly said, kissing Draco’s forehead.

On their way to the infirmary, they were met by Madame Pomfrey, who had quickly looked over Draco’s more obvious injuries while in Harry’s arms, then lead the two of them to the infirmary. Severus stayed behind to take care of his wayward students.

Harry spent the rest of that day, and the next, at Draco’s bedside in the infirmary. Hermione, Ron, Pansy, Blaise, and the twins came to visit, with promises made to Harry not to leave Draco to wander in the hallways alone. Draco lay there asleep most of the time, not hearing their plans to be his personal shadow. Harry knew that Draco would scoff at the idea, saying that he could take care of himself. He knew Draco probably could, but he didn’t want to chance it.

Lucius came by after curfew to visit with Draco, trying to change his mind to go into hiding with him. Even with Harry and Severus’s insistence, he refused. He wanted to finish his last year at Hogwarts.

“What happened to the boys who did this to Draco?” Lucius asked.

“The one boy has a monitoring charm on him, and is currently on suspension. The other was sent to St. Mungo’s with Ministry Aurors to heal his broken hand and arm. He is also suspended,” Severus replied.

“And the other two?” Harry asked.

“The girl was taken out of the school by her father at the bequest of Albus. The other boy, who had taken off when you advanced on the other two is being watched,” Severus said, wishing he could have had them all expelled. “How are your wounds?” He asked Harry.

Harry stood up to lift the front of his shirt, the once deep gashes on his chest and stomach, now thin white scars. “Almost healed. I didn’t even realize I was hurt at first, until Poppy was pushing me onto the bed to heal them,” he grinned.

Severus reached out to trace his fingertips down the scars, his lips curling up when Harry started to purr. He looked up into Harry’s darkening eyes when his hand was covered on Harry’s stomach.

“Um . . . maybe you two should get a room,” Draco tiredly smirked, trying to shake the sleep from his body.

“I’ll stay with Draco until Poppy comes back,” Lucius smiled. “I’ll put a notice-me-not charm around me, in case someone comes in,” he added, when he saw Harry about to argue.

Harry grinned, kissed Lucius and Draco on the cheek, then took Severus’s hand in his, and led him out of the infirmary to Severus’s rooms. “Harry. You should probably rest. You’ve been up with Draco since yesterday,” Severus said, leading them to the couch.

“First, I want a good night kiss,” Harry smiled, sitting across on Severus’s lap, his back against the side cushions.

“Just a kiss?” Severus teased, sliding his hand up the front of Harry’s T-shirt, gliding up the trembling stomach.

“Hmmhmm,” Harry hummed, laying his head back on the arm of the couch, closing his eyes at the feel of his mate’s touch. His hands reached for the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up as he looked back up into Severus’s eyes, closing them briefly when he pulled the shirt over his head.

Severus’s hand slipped behind Harry’s neck to pull him closer, to caress the kissable lips with his. Harry shifted on his lap, his arms around his neck as he tried to deepen the kiss. He moaned against Harry’s lips, when Harry pushed down against his growing erection. His kisses moved down Harry’s neck, his tongue and teeth savoring the taste of the warm skin.

“Sev,” Harry moaned, tangling his fingers into the back of Severus’s hair. “Feels . . . so good.”

Severus smiled against the racing pulse on Harry’s neck, as his hand glided up Harry’s stomach to his chest. The moans got louder as he circled a nipple with his fingertip. After teasing the nub for several minutes, his hand slipped down to Harry’s waist, then to his side as he moved his lips down to the peaked nipple.

“More . . . please,” Harry whimpered, as Severus’s lips teased the nipple. His back arched up for more, as Severus sucked the nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking insistently against the peak. His hand went to the zipper of his jeans, hastily undoing them, to then slip in to fist his length.

Severus’s breathing grew more ragged, his cock hardening even more as he watched Harry’s hand move under the loose jeans and boxers. He wanted to see more. His hand skimmed against the slick head of Harry’s cock that peaked out from the top of his boxers, as he moved to push the jeans the rest of the way down his lover’s hips.

Severus trailed wet kisses back up to Harry’s neck, while his hand slid past Harry’s hand that was stroking the hardened flesh, to kneed the ball-sac with his fingers. He shifted forward on the couch, groaning by Harry’s ear, as Harry writhed his naked bottom against his erection. His fingers lowered between Harry’s legs, to tease the lubricated hole. Harry’s legs began to shift around as he kicked off his jeans and boxers, spreading his legs for more.

“Gods . . . yes . . . Sev,” Harry panted.

Severus gripped the back of Harry’s neck, pulling him closer to devour the deep moans that Harry made as he thrust two fingers deep inside of him. He slowly withdrew them, for Harry to push back to take them in . . . again and again.

Harry broke away from the kiss, throwing his head back as he cried out Severus’s name, his hand and stomach splattered with his cum. After he was able to draw an even breath, he leaned in to nuzzle against Severus’s neck, feeling the tingle of magic on him when Severus spelled him clean. He snuggled in closer on his mate’s lap, smiling when he felt the wet spot underneath him from when Severus came. He wrapped his arms around Severus’s neck. “Love you Sev,” he whispered, before he drifted off into an exhausted slumber.

Severus’s arms tightened around Harry’s back, and his hand stilled on Harry’s naked hip when he heard the whispered words. “Love you too, Harry,” he hoarsely said, kissing Harry’s forehead.

He sat quietly, listening to the soft purring sounds coming from his sleeping Gryffindor, as his hand caressed his hip, not believing that this gorgeous man on his lap was his, and that the love he felt for him was reciprocated.

He cuddled for a little while more, then carefully moved out from under Harry, to lay him back on the couch. He transfigured Harry’s jeans to pajama bottoms, and spelled them on his sleeping mate, then covered him with a blanket before going to his bedroom to change into a pair of clean pants before going back to the infirmary.

~*~


Miles away, in an abandoned mansion, there was a small meeting taking place. Two young men in Slytherin robes knelt before a cloaked figure, the pale skeletal hands protruding from the sleeves to grasp the edges of the large pensieve, the red slitted eyes glowing in the shadow of the raised hood as they looked into the memories of the men kneeling before him. The one young man looked fearfully to the other, as he clutched his bandaged arm and hand close to his body, while the others’ eyes never strayed from the ground beneath him.

“Interessting,” Voldemort quietly hissed, after seeing one of his most trusted followers calm his nemesis down with a caring touch, calming the creature within him. He needed to find out just how close his traitorous Potions’ Master was to Potter, and what new powers that he would be up against when he finally rids himself of the bane of his existence . . . one Harry Potter.

He nodded to the woman at his side, then sat back as Bella cast the ‘crucio’ curse on the two young men, their fathers standing back, impassively watching as their son’s were slowly cursed insane.

tbc (I promise)

Note: I love the reviews I\'ve been getting. I would respond to every one of them, but I figure you\'d probably want to read more of the actual story than read \'thank you\'s over and over again. I will probably respond to some of the questions at the end of the fic. Seventeen chapters all together, then I\'m done. I am also thinking of posting the actual challenge as the last chapter (after the epilogue).

I will answer a few things here though:
Stranger watching Draco,Hermione, and Ron......didn\'t really get into it, but it may be one of the boys that beat Draco, or someone else that may come into play in the next couple of chapters.
The spy that Remus stopped Harry from interrupting ..... not detailed, and not mentioned. It\'s really not an important part of the fic. Just needing Harry to feel just how hungry he is....his hunger coming out \'big time\' with Severus later in the chapter. Use your imagination. Maybe it was Blaise....or Theodore Nott....Justin from Ravenclaw....... So many possibilites.


thanks again,
~tas