Guilty as Sin

CHAPTER 15

“Why other professors accept drivel like this is beyond me?” Harry bit his tongue as Snape tossed his Charm’s homework back on the bench in front of him having perused it leisurely after Harry had set it aside as finished. “I am now convinced I am the only professor who requires of my students a level of work beyond basic ability.” Harry glanced up from his defense against the dark arts parchment to look at Draco who having completed his own homework was sitting quietly in front of Snape’s fireplace cleaning his broom. Harry knew better than to comment and turned his gaze back to his homework as Snape sat himself down in the leather couch.

As predicted the Auror’s sent to search the castle after the attack on Hogsmeade had found nothing untoward suggesting inside help. The incident had been put down to Voldemort’s army gaining more insight into how the wards around the school and local village worked. It was a plausible explanation and the investigation had gone no further. For the three students who had unfortunately been caught in the fighting and had died the school was to be in mourning for the coming week. Councilors had been assigned to each house to help those who knew the boys cope with their loss. Both Harry and Draco thought it a farce but said nothing when comments had been made about the student’s deaths knowing not to arouse suspicion. The entire school had been sent back to their respective houses for the rest of the weekend but Harry and Draco had reported dutifully to Snape’s office. Harry was feeling marginally better although his injuries were not fully healed, no doubt a small part of him content in knowing the three boys who’d injured him so were never to breath the same air as him again.

Now though he and Draco had been invited into Snape’s private chambers a place no student had probably ever been before in its history. Harry had been surprised when he’d walked in to find the place warm and cozy despite it being situated in the dungeons. The small three-chambered living area was nothing like Snape’s office and classroom. The living space was lined with bookcases full of artifacts, dusty tombs and potion jars, the leather couch sitting on a central rug. The bedroom and its adjoining open bathroom was done in cream and black, with dark wooden furniture. The four-poster bed Harry had spied from where he sat in the potion professors lab come kitchette was magnificent and was clearly the dominant piece of furniture. Then there was Snape’s private laboratory, that seemed to double as the man’s dubious looking kitchen. All in all the place suited Snape very well and felt just as it should after the wizard had called it home for the best part of 20 years. Harry was sure Draco had thought the same thing but neither dared to speak as Snape had instructed them to do their weekend homework and keep quiet while he marked his second year papers.

For two hours the trio had worked in silence Snape sitting opposite Draco and Harry at the bench in the lab, all three wizards lost in their own work. Draco had finished first moving into the living area to polish and clean his broom. Snape had ended half an hour after and had left Harry alone still struggling to concentrate on his own work in such an unfamiliar and awkward circumstance.

“Professor…” Harry looked up from his homework to glance over his shoulder into the living room. Draco was still rubbing wax into his broom handle but his nervous gaze was focused on where Snape was stretched out casually on his leather lounge. Harry knew what the blonde was going to say, having both of them argued over whom was going to do it before coming down to the professors office earlier in the day.

“Yes.” Snape replied coolly flicking his wand at a locked glass fronted cabinet and summoning a glass of brandy from within it.

“Harry and I want to thank you for dealing with…” Draco stumbled over his words his smooth rubbing motion on his broom faltering as he continued. “…dealing with our attackers yesterday. We would have been capable of handling it ourselves….” Harry winced waiting for Snape’s undoubted explosion about having his authority challenged. The characteristic snarl never came though and Harry merely watched as Snape took a long sip of brandy before sitting up to stare at Draco, who’d completely stopped rubbing his broom now.

“Indeed I have little doubt you would have handled the situation in your own time, just as I might have handled it personally were it not in all our interests to control myself. However it also occurred to me that should I leave you two to your own devices that the resulting imprudent anarchy you would have caused would have likely exposed us all. Thus I handled the problem before you two could cock it up.” Harry looked to Draco who merely shrugged his shoulders as Snape stood up from his couch and walked over to the bookcase on the far wall his back turned to the pair. “In relation to thanking me however I believe there is perhaps someway you may do so without having to open your mouths.” Harry swallowed nervously as Snape turned around almost predatorily to face them, his obsidian gaze ringed with indigo yet again. Harry saw something dangerous flicker in Snape’s gaze as the elder wizard glanced between Draco and him. “The question is though which one of you do I want first?” A calculating eyebrow quirked above Snape’s dangerous gaze as he put aside his brandy glass and stalked over to where Draco was sitting in front of the fire. “Submissive or unbroken?” Snape whispered as he smiled wickedly from Draco to Harry who was still sitting on the stool in the lab his homework forgotten.

Draco had prepared Harry for this the night they’d spent in the Owlery talking. Harry knew the mechanics of two men having sex and knew just as Draco had explained that Snape would demand it of them sooner rather than later. It was their role really in Snape’s life now to keep him ‘content’ both sexually and physically. They were there for him to take out his frustrations on, it was why Snape baited them when he was feeling particularly ruthless or angry. Snape wanted them to defy him giving him a reason to fight back; it was just in his nature as a Superei to dominate his lessors and it was in their nature to provide that outlet for him. Harry was struggling though to come to terms with it, the defiant streak in him threatening to overtake the rational thoughts of submission especially when he pictured having any part of Snape’s body against his own. Despite knowing what he was now, his body and mind still balanced precariously on the wall between this life and his old one.

Harry didn’t realize he was being stared at until he felt a hand come down to rest on his neck making him practically jump off his stool as he looked fearfully up at Snape’s lust filled eyes, the elder wizard looming over him.

“What delights would await me in having you Potter?” Harry shivered as Snape leant down and pressed his crooked nose in against Harry’s neck inhaling the boy’s scent deeply. Harry closed his eyes involuntarily forcing down the rebellious part of himself that wanted to push the potion’s professor away. This was his life now, he belonged to Snape and had to act like it if he wanted to live a relatively pain free existence. “I can smell your fear Potter, it is an unbecoming aroma for such a willful pup as yourself.” Snape spat nastily against the side of Harry’s neck before forcefully pushing the boy away from him in disgust. Harry fell from the lab stool with a thump to the slate floor Snape’s looming form towering over him. “You will submit to me Potter but you will do so without fearing me. I like my partners with some bite. Draco!” Harry was shaking as he watched Snape stride back into the living room hauling the blonde up from the floor by his upper arm and throwing him in the direction of the bedroom. Draco made it to his feet after the push scrambling into the bedroom, already stripping his clothes from his body as Snape growled at him. “I suggest you begin taking notes Potter, because come your season I won’t restrain myself.” With a raging indigo stare Snape disappeared into the bedroom after Draco leaving the door wide open undoubtedly for Harry’s benefit.

Harry slumped with almost relief against the wall of the lab, closing his eyes as he heard Draco hiss in sudden pain and anguish. From where he was now sitting on the floor Harry thankfully couldn’t see much of the bedroom but the sounds that came from within were enough for Harry’s mind to supply the accompanying images. In some way Harry felt guilty for having backed out and left Draco to own the resulting fall out, but despite himself he also felt the tiniest jealous that it was the blonde rather than him making the sounds of painful rapture coming from the bedroom.

Harry kept his eyes closed the entire time listening to the abuse both his friend and the magnificent four-poster bed was being put through. Flesh meeting flesh rung through the silence of the chamber. There were slaps, punches and sickening tears that would undoubtedly bring blood, yet all the time Draco continued to make beautiful sounds of excitement and ecstasy. The pace inside the room picked up and with the violence dying came the unmistakable grunts of Snape no doubt atop his lover. Then at its peek there was a pause of silence before Draco’s piercing scream rattled the glass jars on the shelves around the lab. The sound died a few seconds after leaving only silence in its wake but Harry’s ears still rang with the hum.

Harry opened his eyes then and watched as Snape’s naked figure walked past the bedroom door. Harry wondered what he should do but before he could move Snape reappeared from the bedroom a black silk robe tied loosely around his waist and wiping his hands and face on a cream face washer that was streaked with crimson. Harry lowered his gaze to the floor as Snape strode directly over to him, an air of satisfaction linger in the aroma of sex that hung about his person. Harry flinched a little as Snape bent down catching his chin between his finger and thumb and forcing Harry’s gaze up to meet his own obsidian stare. The indigo hue had paled to lavender in the elder wizard’s eyes and Harry melted into the man’s touch instinctively.

“Perhaps in all of this you have misunderstood our arrangement Potter. I will protect you with my life but in return I will have your trust, your submission and your heart.” Slowly Harry nodded in understanding as Snape pulled him up to his feet and slapped the blood stained wet cloth into the boy’s hand. “Now go and clean him up. I have some business to attend to before retiring. I will expect you both showered and in bed before I return.” Harry was helpless to resist as Snape pushed him out of the lab with a firm hand before slamming the door closed before Harry could reply. With a sigh at the closed door Harry tightened his fist on the crimson stained cloth. He seriously needed to get a grip on things as they stood now and forget what values and hang up’s he’d had in his old life. He was owned now, owned and protected. With a bitter smile Harry took a deep breath in and steeling himself for the worst strode towards the bedroom to help Draco…

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>

A/N Again thanks for all the reviews, I do hope you like this chapter. *Sighs wistfully* Dominant Snape can come tuck me in bed any day....*Wanders off in dream* Remember to tell me what you think and I promise I won\'t leave you hanging too long for another update. Oh and what\'s wrong with a Draco/Harry/Snape dogpile?...well okay it\'s good and adds to the suspence but it\'s not perfect I know, and I promise I won\'t disappoint the Snarry readers reading this...

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