Extreme Seduction

Chapter 15: St






Hello, here is the explanation of Harry’s attraction. I hope you’ll enjoy
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Chapter 15: St. Mungo’s discovery

  It It was now after curfew.
The corridors were deserted. discdiscrete noises of light footsteps were
swallowed by the louder noise of hard rain, which broke the usual heavy silence
of the cold dungeons.

 

Harry was walking under his
invisibility cloak towards his Potions Master’s quarters. With the potion that
Madame Pomfrey had sprayed on him, Severus should go crazy with desire and
ravish his entire body.

 

At this thought, a little
more of his blood quit his brain and engorged his already swollen erection.
Harry couldn’t suppress a short and excited burst of laugher that was filled
with anticipation. He wanted Severus so badly. His body was all for being
claimed by those elegant hands, wet tongue, thin and talented lips, smooth
skin, and that hard, hot member of his professor’s.

 

Harry moaned and quickened
his footsteps.

 

***

 

Sitting in a chair, Severus
was waiting for his lover. A great fire was burning in his small living room’s
hearth and he had prepared a romantic dessert. It was strawberries and Wizard’s
champagne – a drink without alcohol of which the taste was sweeter than
butterbeer and would reinforce the savoury taste of the fruits. Harry should
appreciate it.

 

The black-haired man smiled
at the sight of the single red rose in the crystal vase. Now those flowers will
always remind Harry of him, his tenderness, his soft skin, his sensitive
nipples hardening under his tongue, his beautiful bum, his cock leaking for him
and his throaty moans of pleasure.

 

Severus groaned and touched
at his stiffened sex slightly. He had to calm down if he wanted to give Harry a
long, slow night of loving.

 

***

 

Harry was aroused as hell.
Images of two hot bodies, one taller and pale and the other tanned and more
muscled were imposed in his mind. They were wrapped in a tight embrace and they
were gasping each other’s name. It led Harry to the edge of insanity and his
prick was throbbing more violently. It ached deliciously.

 

***

 

The rain was hitting
furiously at the windows of Severus’ living room and he tried to focus his
attention on this, but he just managed to imagine his lover naked and wet in
the violent wind.

 

***

 

Harry gasped the password
of his love’s quarters, “Harry forever” and the door opened.

 

The young man entered and
saw a fall of ink-black hair hide his heart’s desire’s face. The man was still,
gasping as well and... completely naked.

 

Harry shivered aet tet the
cloak drop to the floor with a swirl and a faint rustle.

 

“Severus,” he whimpered.

 

The man lifted his head
slowly and gazed at the boy. His onyx eyes were pure fire and Harry wanted to
be burnt by them. So he stepped forward.

 

Severus was staying still,
not wanting to break the moment. Harry was so gorgeous that his eyes misted
over with tears and his mouth watered. The raven-haired boy was the heart of
his heart and was beating just for him. Harry was a part of his flesh and he
thanked every day to the creator for having given him such a beauty, who was
shedding light into his darkness.

 

Harry stopped walking as soon
as his lap touched the other man’s, took his lover’s head and squeezed it on
his chest. He heard Severus’ sigh when his fingers slid in his soft and dark
tresses.

 

Severus kissed Harry’s
torso and nibbled his muscled flesh and his tender nipples through his white
t-shirt. His hands stroke the tanned thighs, down and then up towards the firm
and rounded buttocks. Harry groaned. It felt so good.

 

The young man tilted his
head back, gasping, as he felt his lover lower his black boxers and its elastic
band passed roughly over his hot and stiffen member. His fingers tightened on
Severus’ strands.

 

Severus kissed the boy’s
belly, licked his navel as he tossed the cloth away. Shaking very hard, he
murmured “Harry, what have you done?”

 

“What?” asked the Gryffindor
who had some difficulties to concentrate.

 

“What have you done? You
smell so good Harry, more so than usual. I’m so excited, that I wonder how I am
able to continue managing control over myself or able to speak. You are an
aphrodisiac. I want you. Now. I need you Harry. Give me your body.” Severus was
kissing Harry like a hungry man as he talked, breathing loudly. His hands were
everywhere. “Let me love you. I want you badly.”

 

The rain was raging more
furiously, beating the old castle stones and windows. It excited Harry even
more.

 

“Severus, I want to feel
the rain beating down on me while you make love to me.”

 

“What? We can’t go out now
love. I couldn’t possibly wait, couldn’t stop touching your body for one
second. I want to suck you.”

 

“Sev, we can have the rain
without going out. Please, it’s so arousing.”

 

“All right,” he said. The
man grabbed Harry, laid him on the floor, took his wand and muttered, “pluvia
supra nostrum.”*

 

Like the snow falling at
Christmas in the Great Hall, the ceiling was like the outside sky, but it was
raining just on them. Harry smiled happily as the icy drops were sliding off
him, beating his burning flesh, increasing his desire. He gasped when Severus’
tongue tasted his swollen erection. He arched his smaller body up and writhed
under the mouth’s heat, which surrounded the purple head of his hard member.

 

“Severus! Oooohhhh Yes,
yes... again... mmmmm.”

 

The man’s tongue wandered
over the soft skin of his balls and swallowed the flesh there, then returned to
suck the beautiful lengh of his lover’s prick.

 

“Oh god, Sev, it’s so
good.”

 

Harry was licking his dry
lips, undulating his hips frenziedly. He loved that tongue, and that mouth and
those oily fingers, which were fucking him hard, hitting his prostate with each
push.

 

“Mmmmmmmmm.”

 

The talented lips were
sliding on the shaft, taken it deeply, sucking hard, sending shivers up the
young wizard’s spine. Suddenly, Harry tensed up and came in his love’s throat.

 

Harry was breathless,
trembling, sweaty and wet. Drops of hard rain were sliding down over his face
chilling his flushed cheeks and into his black and shining hair at the fire’s
light.

 

Severus pounced on Harry
and kissed him passionately. The boy could taste his own flavour on the man’s
lips and it gave him a new hard-on immediately. The older wizard rubbed his
erection against Harry’s while he was devouring his lips.

 

“Harry... Harry, love you.”

 

“Mmmmm... I love you, too,”
he replied, wrapping his legs around Severus’ waist squeezing their bodies
together a little more. They moaned in pleasure.

 

Harry’s t-shirt was not
white anymore but transparent and stuck to his tanned skin. Severus had his
hands clenched on the completely wet material and was rubbing Harry’s torso
with it, teasing him.

 

Severus could feel the rain
hitting hard on his back arse and thighs, whipping at his skin and stirring his
blood. It was so exciting. And the boy who was moving underneath his sensitive
body was so tantalizing, so intoxicating. Severus took the fabric, which was
hiding nothing anymore and abruptly tore it off. His hands attacked the soft
and wet skin quickly and his mouth devoured Harry’s neck, his teeth nibbling
the shoulders and collarbone.

 

“You’re mine,” said
Severus, eyes burning dangerously. He looked like a black panther more than
ever, lying in wait for his prey. “This scent Harry, this scent... it’s driving
me crazy.”

 

The older man was licking,
nibbling, sucking, biting stroking, tasting every parts of the boy’s skin he
could touch and have.

 

“Harry, I can’t control
myself anymore...,” whispered Severus who was greasing his member, totally
submerged by his intense desire.

 

“Who’s asking you to?”
replied Harry.

 

At these words, Severus
roared like an animal of which someone had given back it’s freedom, breaking
the prisoner’s bonds. He lost his mind and buried his leaking cock deep within
the boy’s opening.

 

“Mmmmmm,” moaned Harry,
biting his lips in delight.

 

“You’re so tight, so tight,
Harry and so hot... ooohhh... mmmmm. It’s a sin, you’re my sin... so
good.”

 

“Oh yes, oh my Sev...
harder... mmmmm.”

 

Severus caught his lover’s
lips once again avidly, thrusting faster and deeper.

 

“Oh yes deeper... mmmmm...
Oh my god... mmmm... again, deeper....”

 

The man tilted his head
back, feeling the icy drops of rain beating his face, entering in his opened
mouth as he arched more into Harry’s body. So hot. He moved harder, faster,
deeper and Harry reponded promptly at his increasing rhythm.

 

“So tight... so good,”
moaned the black-haired wizard, bruising the boy’s hips, his grip was so tight.

 

“I – I’m gonna come,”
stuttered the Gryffindor. “I’m so close... so close...”

 

“Say my name, Harry,”
ordered the man. “I want to hear you scream my name while you come. Cum for me
my love.”

 

The young body twitched spasmodically once, then a second time and he stiffened in
climax, screaming Severus’ name.

 

The sight of Harry’s pleasure reflecting
in his emerald eyes and his hoarse voice screaming his name lead Severus to
orgasm too. The feeling was violent.

 

Grinning, they held each other closely in
their arms, kissing one another, while the rain continued falling, but softly
now.

 

A moment later, Severus asked, “Harry,
what have you done to me?”

 

“Nothing Severus, I
promise. Why do you ask?”

 

“I’m hard again.”

 

Harry grinned once more and
rubbed his crotch against his lover’s erection.

 

“I’ll explain it to you,
Sev. Now, give me the lubricant. This time, I’m on top.”

 

*****************************************

 

Professor Dumbledore and
Madame Pomfrey were sitting in front of Harry and the woman was smiling at him,
although the old man’s look was contrarily very serious and he had worried
eyes.

 

Harry’s heart was beating
fast and he was sitting very stiff on the chair.

 

“You have a lot of luck
Mister Potter,” began the medinurse. “We almost didn’t find the answers to this
phenomenon. But after several, tedious searches, the researchers at St. Mungo’s
have found what appears to be the cause to your sudden magnetic attraction and
why just some persons here at Hogwarts are affected. It had been found in just
two other cases. So you must realize how rare this is.”

 

Harry couldn’t believe it,
he would finally know the answers to all of his questions, after so much
harassment he’d been put through. It was his release from this terrible burden.
He would be able to live a normal life, like before only now he had a lover to
share it with. It had been the only good thing to come out of this attraction.

 

Madame Pomfrey continued,
“Yesterday, I came back from St. Mungo’s where I had met those researchers.
They gave me some answers and a potion.” She took a little vial full of a
transparent purple liquid and showed it to him. “When you drink this,
everything will be like it was before.”

 

She frowned; clearly, she
wanted to say something else. She looked at the Headmaster, who shook his head
in negation and she stayed quiet. Harry was glancing at both of them,
alternately with suspicion.

 

“I want to know everything,” he said firmly, looking directly at
Dumbledore.

 

“Of course, Harry,”
answered the man, nodding in agreement this time. “We’ll tell you everything,
but it would be best if we told you in the correct order.”

 

“All right,” replied slowly
Harry, worryied.

 

“Surely, you want to know
what the cause is of your attraction first?” asked Madame Pomfrey.

 

“Yes, of course,” answered
the boy, gazing directly into her serious eyes.

 

“Do you remember the first
day when this attraction had begun?”

 

“How could I forget that
damned day?” answered Harry before apologizing. “Sorry; yes, I remember.”

 

“So you should remember that
you had visited the infirmary twice that day?”

 

“Yes. First, I had been
bitten by a raccoon... is it...?” the Gryffindor began.

 

“Slowly, Mister Potter,”
reprimanded the medi-witch. “In order.”

 

Harry stayed quiet and
Madame Pomfrey continued. “To treat
your wound, I’d given you a potion which would fix and disinfect it. Then you
came back again, after a potion’s accident. To treat against the side-effects
of the potion that had landed on you, I gave you another potion also, which was
perfectly compatible with the two others you had received earlier in the day.”

 

Madame Pomfrey paused a
moment to see if the boy followed her. Harry was listening religiously.

 

“However, the mixing of the
three potions within you reacted incorrectly, although this should not have
been the case. It was not an allergic reaction, nor a standard side-affect, it
was your own magical body’s reaction. That’s why when we had you take those
initial tests, there have been nothing wrong. It was not in your blood, but
rather in your scent, sort of.”

 

Harry opened his eyes wide
in response and waited for the rest of the explanation.

 

“Actually, your body
over-reacted to the power of the combined potions and your own magic and body
responded to this by increasing your pheromone’s rate abnormally.”

 

Harry gasped in surprise
and glanced at Dumbledore who nodded quickly.

 

“You are gay, Mister
Potter.” It was more an affirmation than a question and the boy blushed
slightly before nodding in agreement.

 

“Your pheromones didn’t... chose
people at random, if I had to take a guess. It sort of had targets picked out,
that is to say that your body reacted and sought what it needed. What it wanted
and needed were mean similar to you in nature, in other words -- gay men.
That’s why you attracted those specific men, Mister Potter.”

 

“But... But... that’s
impossible... I saw lust in Owen Cauldwell’s eyes and he has a girlfriend,”
claimed the young wizard.

 

“Harry,” said Dumbledore.
“Do you remember our first conversation about your situation and the questions
I’d asked you.” As Harry answered yes, the Headmaster continued. “I’d asked you
if each of the boys reacted the same way and your response to me was no.” Harry
nodded again. “It’s because all those young men are different, they are in
different Houses, with different characters
and natures. You would notice that the Slytherins and the Gryffindors
were more... active towards you than the Ravenclaws or the Hufflepuffs, who
were more discrete. It is that which is the secret of their different
behaviours towards you Harry. And it’s also for that reason, that Mister
Cauldwell has a girlfiend, although he’s gay or possibly bisexual. It is
certainly possible that he’s not ready to admit his true sexual preference even
to himself.”

 

Dumbledore was gazing at Harry
above his half moon spectacles and the boy slowly said, “And Professor
Snape...?”

 

“Couldn’t control himself,”
the old man responded. “Like most of the others. He was and still is a
Slytherin, who is filled with determination and ambition. He has been a spy for
the Order as you well know, therefore you have that piece of evidence relating
to his courage. Severus is brave and when he wants something, he does
everything he can to have it and he wanted you, Harry. So he was not afraid to
use whatever method at his disposal to conquer you. I think the need to have
you was stronger than his self-control.”

 

Harry blushed happily. He
wanted Sev, too.

 

“So you have confidence in
him?” asked Harry.

 

The Headmaster looked at
Harry intensely. After a heavy silence, the boy had believed the man would
never answer him, but he did.

 

“I trust Severus, of
course. He’s always in total control of himself. But this time, I knew he was
not in his right state of mind, so... I kept an eye on you.”

 

“Do you mean that you - you
have seen when... when... You... saw... us...”

 

Dumbledore smiled and
Harry’s face turned bright red.

 

“Oh,” he said very
embarassed. “But... but... Severus can’t lose his job for this, Professor, he
can’t...”

 

“Oh, oh, stop, stop dear
boy, there is no rule against teacher/student relationships if they are of age.
And you are seventeen.”

 

Harry’s stomach was
lighter. He should tell that to Severus.

 

The young wizard thought on
this for a few minutes and frowned.

 

“Professor? You said you
have kept an eye on me, but -” Harry stopped abruptly. How to say this! “- but
when the other students were harassing me,” the boy shook his head in
incomprehension “did you see them?”

 

“I would like to have said
yes, Harry, but even if I tried to look out for you when I could, I couldn’t
watch over you all the time. To be Headmaster of Hogwarts is a great
responsibility. I did my best for you and I asked Professor McGonagall to be
near you when she could, too. The other teachers as well, but I couldn’t
isolate you or to stop you from studying. As you know, you have your NEWTs at
the end of the year and if you want to become an Auror, you should have all
your classes, even potions. I also didn’t know how long this strange phenomenon
would last and I have enough confidence in your own power to defend yourself
also. I know that you’ve been terribly upset by all that has happened, Harry
and I hope I have made the best choice for you, the lesser of two restricted
evils.”

 

Harry nodded in agreement.
Though the other wizard was old, even if he was powerful, Dumbledore was still
just a man.

 

Madame Pomfrey looked at
the headmaster, who nodded.

 

“Yes Poppy, now we can tell
him.”

 

Harry’s eyes were going
back and forth from the man to the woman, still worried.

 

The medi-witch looked at
her patient and said, “As it’s really rare, we can’t guarantee you that there
will be no side effects and we can’t tell you what they will be if they do
occur. The researchers at St. Mungo’s think that if you don’t have a reaction
during the next two weeks, there should be no further complications to expect.
But if you feel something that is not normal, come in immediately. All right,
Mister Potter?”

 

“Okay,” whispered Harry,
suddenly tired. It was, perhaps, not completely over.

 

“Now,” she continued. “Drink
this potion. It’ll take full effect in 12 hours.”

 

She took the vial and gave
it to him. Harry grabbed the bottle and pulled off the top. Then he looked at
the liquid. It was the end of his living nightmare, but was it the beginning of
another? He drank the icy potion quickly and swallowed it until the last drop
was gone.

 

Dumbledore was gazing at
Harry worriedly. The sparkles -- which were normally in his blue eyes that were
due to compassion and affection -- were not currently present, even though he should
be happy that they had found the reason behind his attraction and the possible
cure. Harry was stunned by this gaze, but also strangely worried; he couldn’t
say why. He had the persistent impression that the old man hadn’t told him
everything.

 

Harry left the hospital wing wondering if
the words that Dumbledore kept secret were the most important, the thing which
could hurt him more than anything. His brain whispered to him what that
important thing could be, but he pushed that horrible thought away.

 

“No, it can’t be that,” he
said to himself aloud, but the echoes in the corridor were most sceptical and
grim.

 

 

 

 

 

*“Pluvia supra nostrum” :
In latin, it means “Rain on us”.