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Guilty as Sin
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
57
Views:
112,289
Reviews:
512
Recommended:
5
Currently Reading:
5
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The point of no return
CHAPTER 12
Harry cracked open his eyes slowly, wincing a little at the sun that shone brightly down on him. Groaning in pain Harry reached up blindly to feel at his head, feeling as if it had been knocked off his shoulders. His entire body ached and his back cracked sickeningly as he pushed himself up off the wet grass into a sitting position. Blinking a little to regain his focus Harry glanced around the deserted grounds. It looked to be mid afternoon and despite him dimly remembering that it had previously been raining the sun was now shining warmly from between the patchwork of cloud. Harry sat staring at the glistening surface of the lake in front of him his mind trying to get a hold of what had happened to him. Harry was so busy staring at the lake that he didn’t notice his approaching company until a shadow fell over him. Glancing up Harry was completely unprepared for the fist that came crashing down into his face sending him sprawling back to the wet grass before he’d even registered the face of the person above him.
“You, stupid little cunt!” Shaking his head Harry shook off the striking blow and pulled himself back upright to glare up at the familiar blonde standing above him, his hands on his hips and his own eyes ringed with lavender.
“Draco, what…” Harry didn’t get time to finish his sentence before Draco struck out again this time landing a well-aimed foot into Harry’s side making the boy curl up and cry out in agony.
“I can’t believe you’re so idiotic Potter, I told you to stay away from him but instead you fucking challenged him again! Do you even know what you’ve done?!” Harry winced in pain as Draco leaned down and grabbed Harry’s hair, forcefully dragging the weaker boy up so that Harry was forced to look into Draco’s pale face. It occurred to Harry quickly that Draco looked thoroughly beaten, his face was bruised and cut, he had a black eye and a crusty trail of blood clung to the boy’s chin and lips. Harry shook his head as much as he could in Draco’s tight fist and swallowed painfully as Draco brought his other hand down to cruelly pinch the distinctive purple bite mark on Harry’s bruised neck. “This is a mark Potter, his mark! The same fucking mark I have on my neck now too.” Harry watched as Draco pulled apart the shredded collar of his robes exposing the fresh puncture wounds that were still bleeding. “He owns us now Potter, and you have no fucking idea what that involves because you had to go ahead and do what you thought was right before you had all the information! This is an entirely different world Potter, you don’t know anything about this, and I can assure you there is no going back now. Not now we’ve been claimed like bitches!” With disgust Draco threw Harry back to the grass before in exhaustion he too collapsed onto the wet grass. Almost instantly Draco rolled over and curled up against Harry’s side his head resting in the crook of Harry’s arm. Draco looked awful and Harry didn’t know what to do, and so merely rolled over so that he was curled back around Draco. It felt almost safe being curled together in the sun, each of their soft breaths falling on the others necks in a calming exhale.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize what I was doing. The charm isn’t working anymore.” Draco snuggled closer into Harry’s chest the blonde’s sky blue eyes falling closed as he took a deep calming breath in.
“I know it isn’t, it’s practically useless now.” Draco whispered his voice sounding raw and strained. “He caught me in the library, hauled me up in the restricted section and started baiting me about my parents, school and you. I couldn’t help myself I lost control and challenged his authority. It was as if he wanted me to do it, pushing me to it so he could react accordingly. It’s like he feeds off our defiance. He threw me through a bookcase and into the glass display cabinets then he….” Draco trailed off his eyes opening to focus on the bruised bite mark on Harry’s own neck. “He said I was his now and something strange I didn’t understand. He said he would be free now he had us both.” Harry swallowed painfully and pushed his forehead against Draco’s so that they could easily stare at one another.
“Do you feel different Draco?” Harry whispered having for the first time ever used Draco’s first name. Draco paused for a moment his gaze searching Harry’s before finally the blonde nodded.
“I feel like I’m not me anymore, that I’m floating.” Harry nodded understandingly feeling exactly the same way as his friend was.
“And do you get the feeling you want…?” Harry trailed off nervously not really wanting to put words to the feelings that were already engulfing his mind and body.
“Oh yeah that too. I came through the entrance hall before and it was like being a sugar-deprived kid walking through a candy shop. I didn’t see fellow students I saw potential victims, I’m surprised I made it out without…” Draco sighed heavily and shifted closer to Harry as a warm breeze blew up across the lake.
“We need help Harry.” Draco muttered quietly as he pressed his lips against Harry’s gently.
“And the only person now who can is Snape.” Harry whispered in reply before molding his mouth to Draco’s in a deeply sensuous kiss. In all their meetings the one thing the pair of them hadn’t done was kiss each other, it was a barrier that Harry had held onto as signifying this life and his old one where he was most definitely straight. That barrier now was broken and Harry instinctively knew he would never again be the boy-who-lived.
Breaking the kiss Harry sat slowly up and glanced around the deserted grounds. Being Sunday afternoon everyone would undoubtedly be at Sunday dinner and both Harry and Draco looked in no condition to attend the meal, their battered and bruised faces would undoubtedly cause suspicion neither of them wanted to arouse.
“What do we do now?” Draco whispered as he ran his hand up Harry’s thigh idly.
“We go and wait for him in his office. If he’s done this to us he knows what he’s doing and what’s going to happen so it’s best we confront him now about it and find out everything than letting it build up again and being unprepared.” Draco nodded in agreement. There was nowhere for them to turn now but return to their ‘Superei’.
“Come on then, I want to go to the bathroom on the way.” Harry chuckled weakly as Draco slowly rose to his feet and the blonde having found his usual swarve sophisticated wit again despite his fears. Harry nodded and rose too wincing a little as his back cracked again. Both of them put on their usual expressions as they straightened themselves out and strode confidently together back towards the castle and their fate.
TBC>>>>>>>>>
Harry cracked open his eyes slowly, wincing a little at the sun that shone brightly down on him. Groaning in pain Harry reached up blindly to feel at his head, feeling as if it had been knocked off his shoulders. His entire body ached and his back cracked sickeningly as he pushed himself up off the wet grass into a sitting position. Blinking a little to regain his focus Harry glanced around the deserted grounds. It looked to be mid afternoon and despite him dimly remembering that it had previously been raining the sun was now shining warmly from between the patchwork of cloud. Harry sat staring at the glistening surface of the lake in front of him his mind trying to get a hold of what had happened to him. Harry was so busy staring at the lake that he didn’t notice his approaching company until a shadow fell over him. Glancing up Harry was completely unprepared for the fist that came crashing down into his face sending him sprawling back to the wet grass before he’d even registered the face of the person above him.
“You, stupid little cunt!” Shaking his head Harry shook off the striking blow and pulled himself back upright to glare up at the familiar blonde standing above him, his hands on his hips and his own eyes ringed with lavender.
“Draco, what…” Harry didn’t get time to finish his sentence before Draco struck out again this time landing a well-aimed foot into Harry’s side making the boy curl up and cry out in agony.
“I can’t believe you’re so idiotic Potter, I told you to stay away from him but instead you fucking challenged him again! Do you even know what you’ve done?!” Harry winced in pain as Draco leaned down and grabbed Harry’s hair, forcefully dragging the weaker boy up so that Harry was forced to look into Draco’s pale face. It occurred to Harry quickly that Draco looked thoroughly beaten, his face was bruised and cut, he had a black eye and a crusty trail of blood clung to the boy’s chin and lips. Harry shook his head as much as he could in Draco’s tight fist and swallowed painfully as Draco brought his other hand down to cruelly pinch the distinctive purple bite mark on Harry’s bruised neck. “This is a mark Potter, his mark! The same fucking mark I have on my neck now too.” Harry watched as Draco pulled apart the shredded collar of his robes exposing the fresh puncture wounds that were still bleeding. “He owns us now Potter, and you have no fucking idea what that involves because you had to go ahead and do what you thought was right before you had all the information! This is an entirely different world Potter, you don’t know anything about this, and I can assure you there is no going back now. Not now we’ve been claimed like bitches!” With disgust Draco threw Harry back to the grass before in exhaustion he too collapsed onto the wet grass. Almost instantly Draco rolled over and curled up against Harry’s side his head resting in the crook of Harry’s arm. Draco looked awful and Harry didn’t know what to do, and so merely rolled over so that he was curled back around Draco. It felt almost safe being curled together in the sun, each of their soft breaths falling on the others necks in a calming exhale.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize what I was doing. The charm isn’t working anymore.” Draco snuggled closer into Harry’s chest the blonde’s sky blue eyes falling closed as he took a deep calming breath in.
“I know it isn’t, it’s practically useless now.” Draco whispered his voice sounding raw and strained. “He caught me in the library, hauled me up in the restricted section and started baiting me about my parents, school and you. I couldn’t help myself I lost control and challenged his authority. It was as if he wanted me to do it, pushing me to it so he could react accordingly. It’s like he feeds off our defiance. He threw me through a bookcase and into the glass display cabinets then he….” Draco trailed off his eyes opening to focus on the bruised bite mark on Harry’s own neck. “He said I was his now and something strange I didn’t understand. He said he would be free now he had us both.” Harry swallowed painfully and pushed his forehead against Draco’s so that they could easily stare at one another.
“Do you feel different Draco?” Harry whispered having for the first time ever used Draco’s first name. Draco paused for a moment his gaze searching Harry’s before finally the blonde nodded.
“I feel like I’m not me anymore, that I’m floating.” Harry nodded understandingly feeling exactly the same way as his friend was.
“And do you get the feeling you want…?” Harry trailed off nervously not really wanting to put words to the feelings that were already engulfing his mind and body.
“Oh yeah that too. I came through the entrance hall before and it was like being a sugar-deprived kid walking through a candy shop. I didn’t see fellow students I saw potential victims, I’m surprised I made it out without…” Draco sighed heavily and shifted closer to Harry as a warm breeze blew up across the lake.
“We need help Harry.” Draco muttered quietly as he pressed his lips against Harry’s gently.
“And the only person now who can is Snape.” Harry whispered in reply before molding his mouth to Draco’s in a deeply sensuous kiss. In all their meetings the one thing the pair of them hadn’t done was kiss each other, it was a barrier that Harry had held onto as signifying this life and his old one where he was most definitely straight. That barrier now was broken and Harry instinctively knew he would never again be the boy-who-lived.
Breaking the kiss Harry sat slowly up and glanced around the deserted grounds. Being Sunday afternoon everyone would undoubtedly be at Sunday dinner and both Harry and Draco looked in no condition to attend the meal, their battered and bruised faces would undoubtedly cause suspicion neither of them wanted to arouse.
“What do we do now?” Draco whispered as he ran his hand up Harry’s thigh idly.
“We go and wait for him in his office. If he’s done this to us he knows what he’s doing and what’s going to happen so it’s best we confront him now about it and find out everything than letting it build up again and being unprepared.” Draco nodded in agreement. There was nowhere for them to turn now but return to their ‘Superei’.
“Come on then, I want to go to the bathroom on the way.” Harry chuckled weakly as Draco slowly rose to his feet and the blonde having found his usual swarve sophisticated wit again despite his fears. Harry nodded and rose too wincing a little as his back cracked again. Both of them put on their usual expressions as they straightened themselves out and strode confidently together back towards the castle and their fate.
TBC>>>>>>>>>