Sacrifice

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Wow, a lot of people want Dumbledore to die XD I'm glad I can envoke such powerful reactions in my readers :)
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It was while Harry had been lingering in the bath, washing away the body fluids that had collected on him over the previous few hours, that he was struck with an inspired thought. Fenrir had still been ranting and destroying the bedroom, thus being in no mood to explain what, exactly, a wolvesbane potion was and Harry wanted to know as much about it as possible. Who was there nearby who no doubt knew a lot of about potions? Hogwarts' Potions professor; Snape. While he waited for his Alpha to calm down, Harry could journey to the man and ask him to explain what it was and what affect it would have on Fenrir. Granted the teenager had yet to feel completely comfortable in Snape's presence but that hardly mattered in his mind if he found out something that might help his mate.

So, after drying and dressing, the boy had left his rooms, without a word to Fenrir (the man probably wouldn't have listened anyway), and then retraced his way back to the Potions classroom (Dumbledore had pointed it out during the tour). Every corridor he moved through was empty of other people but there were often voices coming from behind most of the doors. Common sense told Harry that classes must have been in session, and it was only when he was standing just outside of the Potions classroom that he seemed to realise that meant Professor Snape probably had a class with him as well.

Now that was a problem. Harry had been gradually getting more nervous about the idea the closer he had got to the classroom. Now that there was the possibility that he was going to be interrupting a class, full of students...Why had he thought it was a good idea to seek out Snape? As he stood just in front of the room's door, he was struggling to remember.

For many minutes the teenager simply stood there, staring at the door, fighting with himself as to whether he was going to pluck up the courage and knock or not. As more time passed, it was becoming more and more unlikely that he was going to do it. However, before Harry could completely change his mind and go back to his rooms, the door in front of him opened.

The part-werewolf took a small step backwards, but instead of coming face to face with Professor Snape as he had expected, a younger male now stood in front of him. Harry's breath caught in his throat, both in apprehension and disbelief at the boy who was probably about his age but was a lot taller than him. Harry couldn't remember ever seeing someone who looked so ethral, so angelic, so...Handsome. Even with his poor eyesight, he could see that the one in front of him was incredibly attractive and seemingly just as intrigued by the young werewolf's presence as Harry was with his.

What seemed like lingering minutes (and in reality was only a few seconds) passed with green and grey eyes meeting in a mutual stare of disbelief. When it was broken, it was because of a familiar voice coming from inside the classroom.

"Is there a reason you're standing in everyone's way, Mr Malfoy?" Snape spoke as the sound of sharp footsteps on stone rapidly approached.

The blond boy, Mr Malfoy apparently, raised an eyebrow at Harry, almost as if asking him if he wanted to take the opportunity and run. Harry remained standing stubbornly, however, and visibly squared his shoulders. It was then than the taller boy stepped aside and revealed the figure of the half-werewolf to the rest of the class and its teacher. Every student fell completely silent at the sight of Harry and they stared openly but thankfully didn't approach or anything of the sort. In fact, everyone was unnaturally still as the dark haired boy carefully took a few steps into the room.

Harry was quick to decide that the fuzzy black figure standing in the middle of the classroom was obviously Snape. So, that was what he focussed on as he bowed his head, his arms coming around so he could lightly clasp his hand together in front of his stomach, and spoke: "Forgive my interruption, but I'd like to ask for your help, Professor."

He kept his eyes down, waiting for his answer. Even when he heard swift, sharp footsteps approaching him, the teenager's head remained submissively bowed. However, when a slender, surprisingly soft, hand grabbed the back of his neck with a pressure which wasn't quite rough, Harry couldn't help but look up in surprise. He didn't get a chance to see Snape's face before he was being moved forward, through the classroom, over to a door at the very back of the room. All of this happened under the unwavering watch of the students.

Upon reaching the door, Snape opened it with his free hand before he pushed Harry forwards, forcing the boy to pass through the doorway, into the room behind. "Don't move." The professor ordered in his deep, baritone voice and then promptly shut the door again.

Harry was slightly surprised by the turn of events. He hadn't expected to be so easily accepted and then left on his own so abruptly. Very carefully, almost as though he was doing something wrong, he turned his head around to look at the room he now stood in. It was very much like his and Fenrir's living room though was larger and had more stuff in it. As well as having everything Harry's rooms had, there were also many more bookshelves (and so many more books as well), a fireplace, and something very large against one of the walls which looked familiar to the teenager, he just couldn't remember why it was so or what it actually was.

It was just as well that Snape chose that moment to re-enter the room as Harry's curiosity was on the verge of getting the better of him. With the professor in the room, there was obviously no chance of the teenager exploring a bit so that disaster was avoided.

For a lingering moment, the two males looked at each other in silence. Harry was too nervous to break the silence himself. Not only was there the lingering anxiety that just seemed to go hand in hand with the man, he also wasn't exactly sure how he was supposed to act around Snape. As he had thought on the night they came across each other during the full moon, the man would definitely be a dominant in a wolf pack, but that was just it. Snape wasn't a werewolf and Harry wasn't sure what the "human" way of handling the man would be.

"So, what is it you need my help with, exactly?" Snape inquired eventually, breaking the silence with a neutral tone as he studied Harry carefully.

Harry's voice failed to work for a few seconds and his jaw moved silently. It, luckily, lasted only a second, however, before he managed to recapture his ability to speak. "Headmaster Dumbledore is now insisting that my Alpha take something called Wolvesbane potion if we are to be allowed to remain in the safety of Hogwarts. I remember from our introduction that you teach about potions and I was hoping you'd be able to tell me about it." He explained politely, keeping his eyes lowered in submission.

The silent observation began again then and Harry didn't dare lift his eyes even though he was itching to see exactly what Snape thought of that idea. Eventually, the man walked away from him very abruptly and then the teenager did lift his gaze to see what was happening. Snape had moved over to a bookcase at the side of the room. He took a minute or so to search along the books before he seemed to find the one he wanted. After pulling it free, he moved back over to Harry and held the book out to him.

"This will explain everything you might possibly wish to know."

Harry didn't accept the book straight away, slightly confused by the turn of events. He hadn't expected to be given a book. He'd expected a brief and unsatisfying explanation, he'd expected to be completely turned down, but never had he even suspected that he'd get a book on the subject. Perhaps getting a book was for the best though. He could take his time with it and wouldn't have to worry about interacting with Snape. So, he carefully accepted it, bringing it to his chest and immediately going to open it. As the teenager flipped open the book's cover to read its first page, he grew more and more convinced that a book was the best way to go...

"Why are you squinting like that?" Snape demanded suddenly.

Harry blinked to clear his vision before he lifted his gaze onto the man. "I was just trying to read the contents page."

Snape frowned at that and quickly took the book from Harry before the teenager could react. And, also, before the teenager could question him, the professor had opened the book to a random page and held it out. "Can you read what's on this page?" He asked, indicating to the right-hand page.

"No Professor, I'm afraid my eyesight is rather poor." Harry admitted quietly.

"As I thought, you need glasses."

"Yes, I know. I used to have a pair but they broke beyond repair a long time ago."

"You'll need a new pair." Snape said simply as he handed the book back over to the boy.

"Oh, it's all right, I've managed for so long without them, I'm sure I can continue to get by." The teenager assured with a smile, closing the book as he accepted it again and hugging it to his chest. "Thank you very much for lending me your book, Professor. I'll be sure to take very good care of it." He said politely, bowing his head.

A knock interrupted their conversation then. Both of the room's occupants glanced over at the door they had previously entered through just in time to see it open. It wasn't the most shocking sight in the world to see it was Dumbledore who was letting himself in.

"Severus, my dear boy, I have a favour to ask you..." The elderly wizard began to say until he caught sight of the boy who was in the room. "Ah, Harry, what are you doing here?" He asked with a friendly curiosity.

"Mr Potter was just inquiring about Wolvesbane potion." Snape revealed.

"Ah, showing an interest in magic, Harry? Good, good." Dumbledore praised happily.

"I merely wish to know exactly what my Alpha will be subjected to." Harry corrected pointedly.

"Then perhaps you should help Professor Snape to brew it." The elderly wizard suggested with a strange twinkle in his eyes.

"Headmaster..." The Potions professor started to protest.

"Yes, yes I think that would be the best way to go about things." Dumbledore agreed with himself, totally ignoring Snape's words. "That was the favour I was going to ask you, Severus, that you might brew the potion for our guest. And, if Harry's with you while you do it, then he can be absolutely sure that his Alpha isn't given anything dangerous. That's what you want, isn't it, Harry?"

"I'm not sure the professor wants me getting under his feet..." The teenager said weakly.

"It would be no trouble." Snape assured, his voice quiet and tone curiously self-conscious, almost shy.

Harry looked up at the professor and was slightly surprised to see him looking off to the side and...Was the man blushing? It looked that way! There was a definite pink flush to his cheeks that hadn't been there before. What on Earth was the man blushing about?

"Excellent, that's all sorted then." Dumbledore declared. "Are you heading back to your rooms now, Harry? You won't mind if I walk with you, would you?" Even as that question was asked, the elderly man rested a hand on the teenager's shoulder and turned him so they could head back into the potions classroom.

As he was guided out, Harry glanced over his shoulder and saw that Snape had lifted his gaze to watch them go. The man's behaviour was curious but at least Harry was going to get what he wanted. Although he was a little hesitant at the prospect of having to spend so much time with the man, he was glad that he got to see exactly what it was his Alpha was being forced to drink.

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It took Fenrir the better part of day and the complete destruction of their bedroom (they now had to sleep in the second, previously unused, bedroom) to finally calm down about the whole Wolvesbane issue. He hadn't even been that annoyed by the news of Harry's plans with Professor Snape; he hadn't been happy about it, but he hadn't been particularly angered by it either.

All the upset on the day directly after the end of the full moon meant that the werewolf had missed out on his sleep (he always needed to catch up on it after a full moon). So, at the mid-point of the next day, he was still hauled up in the bedroom, somewhere between being properly asleep and dozing. While Fenrir did that, Harry prepared for a bath, something he felt in desperate need of considering how active he had been with his mate over the past twenty-four hours.

A knock coming from the living room had Harry pausing mid-step on his way to the bathroom. He glanced quickly at the covered portrait hole before he turned his head in the direction of the bedroom.

"Fenrir?" He called out.

"Wha'?" The reply came after a moment or two and the voice sounded half asleep.

"Someone's knocking."

"Then tell the old coot to piss off!" The Alpha ordered, obviously assuming it was Dumbledore behind the door.

A light grin of amusement played across the teenager's lips as he moved over to the entrance and carefully pulled in the portrait. To his great surprise, it wasn't the headmaster waiting for him on the other side. It was actually Snape looking as sour faced as always and as though he wanted to be anywhere other than where he was.

"Professor," Harry said, his tone confused. "Have you come for your book? Because, the thing is, I haven't started it yet..."

"That is hardly a surprise considering your atrocious eyesight." The man sneered as he held out his right hand which held something. "It's because of that, that I am here. These are for you."

The teenager gingerly accepted what was held out to him; something that reminded him, curiously, of a case for eye glasses. Indeed, upon popping open the lid and lifting it up, inside he found a simple pair of glasses. The frames were black but not too thick and the lenses were rectangular with softened corners rather than completely round.

"You got these for me?" Harry asked in disbelief. "But how do you know my prescription? I don't even know my prescription, I haven't had an eye test since I was five."

"Eye exams aren't really needed when lenses adjust themselves to the sight of the one wearing them." Professor Snape said as though the answer was obvious and Harry's question had been an incredibly pointless one.

"Thank you," the boy said sincerely, completely ignoring the tone his answer had been delivered in. "Thank you very much. This is the first time anyone's really bought anything for me." He paused then and offered the harsh man a gentle smile. "You really are very kind."

Unless Harry was mistaken, he thought he saw a very light blush tint Snape's cheeks with colour at that. "Don't be pathetic, Potter." The professor said harshly as he turned quickly and began to walk away. "Just finish with my book and return it to me, undamaged, as quickly as possible."

"Yes, Professor. Thank you again!" Harry called after the man before he slowly pushed the portrait back into place. He looked down at the glasses in his hands and bit his lower lip lightly as a happy smile curved his mouth. His first present...

"What was Snape doing sniffing around?" Fenrir's voice suddenly asked and Harry looked up to see the man standing in the bedroom doorway, leaning heavily against the door frame.

"You saw him?"

"I can smell him. What did he want?"

The soft, happy smile returned to Harry's face as he looked down at the case in his hands. "He came to give me these glasses."

"Glasses?" The Alpha echoed suspiciously.

"I was surprised too." Harry replied as he brought the eye-wear to his face and slipped them over his eyes. He lifted his gaze to look over to Fenrir and his smile brightened. "This is the first time I've ever really seen you, I think."

"I'm sure I'm a great disappointment." Fenrir muttered carelessly as he moved over to the armchair he always sat in and plonked himself down heavily.

Harry couldn't help but keep smiling at the display of gruff self-consciousness (even if the werewolf would angrily deny it was a declaration of such). He moved over to his Alpha and slunk onto the wide lap, straddling the man with his knees bent so they nestled comfortably in between the huge thighs and the arms of the chair. As soon as he was settled, the teenager pressed a lingering kiss to the adult's mouth.

When he pulled away, Harry smiled and spoke: "You're actually more handsome than I gave you credit for."

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Outside the sun was setting. Classes at Hogwarts were over and the curfew for the students was in motion. No one wandered the corridors except for the odd prefect and the odd teacher. And, on that evening, Fenrir.

The Alpha had left Harry dozing in their rooms in favour of stalking through the school until he found Snape. Even though he wasn't completely happy with the fact that his pup was going to be learning about potions, he was willing to allow it because of the boy's reasons for wanting to do so. However, what he wasn't going to allow was for Snape to be anywhere near the teenager if he wasn't one hundred percent loyal to Dumbledore. If even a part of the professor sympathised with Voldemort's goals and ideals then Fenrir would make certain that the man could never go anywhere near Harry, ever.

Fenrir still remembered the school from when he had been a student and so had no trouble with finding his way to Snape's door. However, in the end it turned out that he didn't need to get all the way to the other man's rooms. As he turned a corner, the Alpha came across the professor at the opposite end of the corridor to him, heading away.

"Snape!" He called out to the dark haired man to get his attention.

Snape paused at the sound and glanced over his shoulder. He visibly bristled at the sight of the werewolf stalking towards him but, to his credit, he didn't try and escape the situation. Quite the opposite, in fact, as he turned to face the on-coming larger male. Perhaps if he had known what was going to happen upon Fenrir reaching him, he wouldn't have been so accommodating though. The moment Fenrir was close enough to Snape, he seized the collar of his robe and pinned him against the nearest wall.

"I want a word with you." The Alpha growled lowly.

"Obviously." Snape sneered, glaring at the larger man. "Is it necessary for you to man-handle me in such a manner, though? It may have escaped your attention but you are no longer in the wild."

"Oh, I know exactly where I am. What I don't know is where, exactly, you are. Which side are you on, Snape?" Fenrir rumbled dangerously, his face inches away from the other man's. "And don't think I won't rip out your throat if you give me the wrong answer. Who's your master; Dumbledore or Voldemort?"

"No man is my master," Snape growled just as dangerously.

"Answer the question." The Alpha demanded as he tightened his hold on Snape's collar.

The faint scent of fear tinged the Potions professor's natural scent but Fenrir had to give credit to the other man for not displaying his apprehension in any other form. "I fight for the Light."

Fenrir smirked slightly and slowly released Snape's collar. "Then I'll trust that my pup will be safe in your company; I'd hate to be you if he's not."

"I would never do anything to hurt Harry." Snape said with a conviction that was surprising for the amount of time he had known the teenager.

Fenrir gave the other man a suspicious look before turning with the intention of leaving. "For your sake, that'd better be true." With that said, the werewolf left without further word.

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Fourteen days later and the time came for the beginning of the Wolvesbane brewing process. Harry and Snape hadn't really had any communication since the teenager had been gifted with the new pair of glasses with the exception of earlier that morning when the professor had sought him out to arrange their meeting at sunset. Fenrir also hadn't had any contact with the Potions Master since their little conversation in the corridor. That was about to change, however, as the two werewolves saw Snape waiting for them by the castle's front entrance.

"Good evening, Professor." Harry greeted politely upon reaching the man, his head bowing slightly, his emerald eyes covered by the glasses he had been gifted with.

"Potter." Snape returned stiffly before he glanced to Fenrir. "I wasn't expecting your company as well." He said to the other man.

"You really thought I was going to let him wander around a forest with you at night without supervision?" The Alpha asked with a raised eyebrow. "Don't worry, I won't be sticking around to listen to your boring droning, but I will be close enough should the pup need me."

"How very self-sacrificing of you." The Potions Master said in a monotone and it was hard to tell whether he was being sarcastic or not.

"Not really, the pup's promised me a thorough reward for my trouble, haven't you, Pup?" Fenrir leered at the teenager, holding the back of his neck and using that grip to pull the boy closer to him.

Harry only smiled up at his mate in a manner that totally contradicted the no doubt sexual nature the reward would consist of.

Snape was obviously disdainful of that idea and he turned away from the two werewolves. "Let's get this over with then, before we lose our time frame." He set off then, heading out of the school and towards the darkness that was the forest several metres away.

Harry shot his Alpha a quick glance before he hurried on after Snape. Fenrir waited until the teenager had caught up with the other man before he followed on after them, making sure to keep his distance. He had absolutely no interest in listening to Snape prattle on and he could remember being taught about Wolvesbane potion when he was a student. He'd find something else to entertain himself with while Harry's curiosity was satisfied. Perhaps he could find some more Abraxans to harass.

With Harry and Snape, a long period of silence passed between them initially, neither really knowing what to say or even how to go about saying anything. It was, unsurprisingly, the younger of the pair who was the first to break the silence as they started to make their way through the trees of the Forbidden Forest.

"So what is it we're doing tonight?"

"We're going to locate and harvest one of the main ingredients of the potion. It is, of course, the wolvesbane plant, but it needs to be wolvesbane picked by the light of the new moon." Snape explained.

"Which is tonight." Harry pointed out needlessly. "So this plant grows here at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, there's a patch of it in the forest where your Alpha spent the last full moon. Tonight we will pick and then we will being to brew on the night of the first quarter."

"How long will it take to brew over all?"

"The brewing time varies, but it is always complete by the first evening of the full moon."

"Are all potions so complicated to make?" Harry asked and sounded genuinely curious.

"There are some that are less of a challenge and others that are even more complex." Snape answered patiently.

"And you know all about all of them?"

"It's impossible to know everything about every potion there is. New brewing methods are always being developed, improved ingredient lists are always being created."

"Wow, that's really amazing." Harry all but gushed enthusiastically, looking up at the man beside him eagerly. "You're so smart, Professor, I could never know as much as you do."

That compliment clearly embarrassed the Potions Master and he looked off to the side, clearing his throat uncomfortably. It was as he did so that he noticed the patch of plants that they needed. Wordlessly he stopped and Harry was quick to stop with him, peering around the man's body to look at the crop of poisonous flowers.

"That's it?" He asked curiously.

"Yes." Snape said simply as he knelt down and pulled a small pair of shears out from seemingly no where. Under Harry's curious gaze, a large clump of the plant was cut free and held up for the teenager to observe closer up. "This much would easily kill a man of your Alpha's size, however, being a werewolf means it will only suppress the animal in him enough so he keeps his mind during his transformation."

"Is it safe to touch?"

"Of course. It's the sap that is poisonous and only if you ingest it, so be sure that if you get any on your hands you don't touch your face until they are washed."

Harry made no move to touch the plant despite the reassurance. "What do you think would happen to me if I ate some?"

"An impossible question to answer without testing, and we will be doing no testing." Snape said sternly as he stood back up.

"You don't have to get all strict, I'm not stupid enough to try it." The teenager said, his tone somewhere between amused and defensive. "So is that all we have to do for tonight?"

"Yes, we're done until the night of the first quarter."

"And that's when we'll start brewing?"

"Yes."

An excited smile crossed Harry's face then, lighting up his eyes with eager anticipation. He turned his smile onto the man beside him, to which Snape didn't seem to know how to react. He simply continued to look down at the boy with a neutral expression though his eyes seemed to convey something between happiness at seeing the obvious excitement and a very slight affection.

"I'm looking forward to it." Harry revealed happily.

Snape turned his eyes away then and, once again, his pale cheeks were tinted with the barest hint of a blush. "As am I." He murmured so quietly that it was lost to the teenager's ears.

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The sounds of noisy slurping, the high-pitched voice moaning and gasping wantonly, and the faint squeaking sounds of the sofa springs were all music to Fenrir's ears. And the feel of his small mate's body pinned down underneath his larger and stronger frame made the situation even more arousing for the Alpha. This was the reward Fenrir had chosen upon his and Harry's return to their rooms after their outing with Snape, and the teenager was suffering because of it. As the Alpha cruelly dragged his tongue slowly up the length of the inside of the boy's naked thigh, hitting every sensitive nerve from his knee up to his hip, the teenager felt sensations that weren't enough to satisfy but were enough to ignite his desire even further.

“F-Fenrir…Please stop teasing.” Harry pleaded though he didn't sound very convincing.

The wild man gave a slightly menacing chuckle that reverberated against the patch of skin that his lips were near. Fenrir flickered his dark eyes upwards to meet his prey’s gaze which stared down at him. “But I’m not finished with my reward yet, Pup. In fact, I've barely even begun to enjoy myself." He growled seductively as he brought a hand up to graze a single fingernail agonisingly up the length of the teenager's stiffening member.

Harry crooned a soft mewl at the teasing gesture and his hips lifted of their own accord, silently begging for more. "When I said I'd reward you, I meant..." He was forced to pause then as a long, too light, lick ran up the root to the tip of his length. "I meant," he tried again. "That I'd do something for you."

Fenrir ignored what the teenager was saying. He simply began to rub his fingers all around Harry's shaft with light touches before then bending his face in closer. It was then that he went back to licking, lazily dragging his moist tongue around the base and then gradually making his way up to lap at the head. Throughout the process, the Alpha's gleaming dark eyes, wavering with unadulterated lust, remained fixed to Harry's green ones. It was clear that the teenager was struggling between feeling annoyed with the torturous teasing and losing himself and surrendering to it. Once again, Fenrir vocalised his amusement at his pup's plight with a deep, throaty chuckle as he switched to flicking wet, butterfly strokes to the very tip of Harry's erection.

Harry's face was flushed a light pink but the colour seemed to deepen to a shade of red as his Alpha's mouth took in just over half of his length. A cry of delight left the teenager's throat as a steady rhythm of strong, slow sucks began to pleasure him. His back and neck arched as his left hand came up to fist the material of the sofa's arm behind his head while his right hand moved to cup the back of Fenrir's head, the fingers smoothing over the coarse strands affectionately.

A deep, growly hum of appreciation from the werewolf had Harry whimpering in delight, whimpers that became light moans as more of him slid into Fenrir's mouth. "Fenrir..." The teenager gasped breathlessly. "Mmm, your...Your mouth...It's so hot..." His sentence trailed off as a sharp suck sent an intense wave of pleasure through his body.

Although the Alpha could hardly grin, he desperately wanted to as his boy thoroughly enjoyed himself. Harry's cheeks were now flushed brightly, the green of his eyes had darkened to the colour of ink and were partially hidden by heavy lids that he was struggling to keep from dropping completely. Those eyes; once Fenrir started to look at them, he couldn't stop. They were so captivating, not just because of the intense colour but because of everything that was reflected in them. The desire, the passion, the need, but, most important of all, the affection. Such clear care and love shined in Harry's eyes.

When Fenrir abruptly lifted his head from Harry's erection, the boy gave a protesting moan. However, when two of the man's thick, long-nailed fingers were thrust in front of his face he understood the situation even before the gruffly spoken: "Suck."

Harry set a coy stare onto his Alpha as he took the two offered fingers into his mouth, immediately swirling his tongue around them before stroking up then length of both. A satisfied growl rumbled through Fenrir as he returned his mouth to his pup's erection. He took it all back in, in one go. His lips closed tightly around it and he gave one massive suck as if to make up for the previous brief absence. A moan vibrated around the fingers in Harry's mouth moments before they pulled out, thoroughly coated in slick saliva.

Harry's eyes closed completely as his body arched again sharply at the sudden feeling of a finger teasing the tight ring of his entrance. Fenrir carefully stroked around the hole before slowly sliding his thick middle finger past the initial muscles. Only when the muscles had relaxed completely did the finger delicately push in completely, all the way down to the knuckle.

"Fe-Fenrir, mmm, ah!" Harry gasped as a slight brush against his sweet spot sent another jolt of heat through him.

Slight hands sprawled over the Alpha's mane of coarse, greying hair, the fingers clenching in a random pattern, the nails lightly scraping over the scalp. Fenrir gave another growl at the sensation and began to slowly thrust the finger inside the teenager's entrance. The saliva coating the digit was hardly enough to make the movements completely smooth but the roughness didn't seem to bother Harry in the least. In fact, it only created more delicious sensations in the boy and his hips began to thrust lightly as his climax approached.

Fenrir's sucking became much more fierce then and the rhythm increased to something much more frequent and intense. His index finger joined the one already inside the loosened entrance and the two started to thrust in with a controlled roughness; with such sharp nails, it was not the time for going wild. As he did that, his free hand snaked down to his own aching arousal and he began to jerk himself with fast, rough, strokes.

With the abrupt increase of sensations, Harry's eyes shot open as he felt the tightened muscles of looming pleasure finally tear. His lithe body tensed and his erection spasmed in Fenrir's mouth. He curled into himself as his seed began to release itself, his legs coming up, his upper body bending forwards, his head bowing, as his fingers clenched in the coarse strands of the Alpha's hair. As his hips bucked erratically, the muscles of his entrance squeezed around the fingers still buried deep inside of him, holding them in to try and wring every last bit of pleasure they had to offer.

Spurts of hot seed continued to splash the back of Fenrir's throat. The man gave a deep, throaty moan at the taste and the feeling of the warm essence that he gulped down like a starving man just as he reached his own orgasm. He kept swallowing and he kept sucking until the once erect member lay limp and worn against the length of his tongue and small noises of weak protest began to be sounded by Harry. That was when Fenrir let the length slip form his mouth as he carefully pulled his fingers out of the teenager's entrance. He then sent a smirk up to the boy who was staring down at him with completely exhausted eyes.

“Looks like you enjoyed my reward almost as much as I did." Fenrir growled teasingly, his eyes full of satisfaction.

Harry couldn't quite get his voice to work to retort to that and so he simply continued to lie there, trying to get his body to return to normal. His eyelids lowered heavily, just barely keeping open, and his heavy arms slowly reached out towards Fenrir's head. He somehow managed to force himself to sit up slightly in order to reach the man's face, his palm coming into light contact with the stubbly cheek. In a rare moment of tenderness, Fenrir turned his head slightly and kissed the offered hand, pecking each soft digit lovingly. Then, quite suddenly, the strength left Harry's body and he slumped backwards again, his hand falling away from the Alpha's face in the process.

Fenrir climbed up the teenager's body and pulled the smaller form into his arms, spooned behind Harry and holding him tightly against his chest. While one of his massive hands came up to cup around the front of the boy's neck, the other hand snaked around the slim hip to rest on Harry's flat stomach. Almost instantly, one of Harry's own hands came to join the one of his stomach and his own fingers laced with the much larger ones.

“…Fenrir,” the teenager mumbled tiredly.

The Alpha didn't say anything in reply to that. He only leaned his head forward, burying his nose in the messy mop of dark hair on top of his lover's head.

"...Love you." Harry whispered eventually as his eyes fluttered shut.

Fenrir's eyes darkened at those two words and one would be forgiven for thinking the intense look was anger. However, the minute tightening of the grip around Harry's neck and the stiffening of the lips into a kiss against the top of the boy's head betrayed the hard expression.

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End of Chapter 13.
And that is why I had Dumbledore demand that Fenrir take Wolvesbane; so Harry and Severus had the chance to bond. I love Severus, so he's going to be a rather major character in this from now on :D
Length and progress update! I have up to Chapter 23 written (though unedited) and I have up to Chapter 32 planned out and written down. Then, the rest of the story is still in my head. Judging on that very sketchy mental plan, my prediction for this story is still 40 chapters, give or take one or two. Unless I decide to add a whole extra chunk of story (which I don't think is too likely at this middle stage) I really can't see there being a dramatic increase on the 40 prediction.

REPLIES!

darkpyroangel06
I know I'm being mean to them at the moment, but I'll make up for it in the end, and I'll throw in a bit of sex just to keep them both all the happier XD

mithrulandtj
Maybe he needs to lose Harry to realise what a jerk he's being.

lily2023
Thanks for reading and thanks for reviewing. Unfortunately, I just don't have time to write e-mail updates but I can promise you that I alwats update every other Saturday.

ladyroo88
Ask and you shall receive :D

morganabythesea
I wouldn't say that the magic community is bad, simply misguided. They are trying to do what they think is best for Harry and everyone, they're just not doing it in a very good way.

Werewolf Mistress
That's it, let all the hatred for Dumbledore out, we won't judge you here ^_^

demonwings2121
Death's a little extreme, don't you think? After all, if I killed him off, we wouldn't have the satisfaction of seeing him being proved wrong in regards to Fenrir.

kawaiiyashie
Nope, sorry, no killing Dumbledore. He has too much to learn before I could even think about killing him XD

Uni-Verse
Glad you like it :)

Coobs
Good, good, good!

TheSiner
I've had flames in the past and they're always come from anononymous people. They really cut into my creativity and I'd rather not deal with them. Better to be safe than sorry ^_^;
And I'm glad you like what I'm doing with Dumbledore. I can't imagine him being evil, because he just isn't. I can, however, imagine him being very annoying and passive-aggressive when it comes to Harry XD

Mistress-Trill
Yes, Dumbledore is not a nice man in this fic. He means well, he just goes about things wrong. I hope you continue to enjoy the story ^_^

That's all from me, my darlings. See you all again in a fortnight :)

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