Smoke & Mirrors

Chapter 15 A Blatant Display of Exhibitionism

"You know," Harry said, giving the cauldron a slow, meditative stir, "it does seem a bit odd he's taking it so calmly. I mean, considering how jealous he was the night we watched one of THOSE dreams in the Pensieve..." his voice trailed off. He was relieved Severus hadn't gone into one of his jealous rages... relieved, yes... but if he was honest, also a bit disappointed. After all, the resulting sex HAD been so overwhelming... "He just hasn't seemed interested in anything, really," he finished sadly.

Hermione looked up from her copy of Advanced Potions, which she was comparing with the instructions Snape had provided, and smiled encouragingly at Harry. "He's bound to be weak from loss of blood," she said. "There are probably after-effects from the spells on that arrow, too." They were working companionably side by side at a trestle table set up behind Hagrid's cabin, the Blood-Replenishing potion ingredients arranged in front of them.

"He'll soon be fit enough to start knocking you about again," Hermione continued, "though I'm sure I don't know why you'd want him too."

"He didn't knock me about," Harry said, exasperated. "I told you: those bruises were just where he grabbed me, he didn't realise what he was doing." He pulled out his silver dagger and began vigorously chopping roots.

"If you say so," Hermione said, still looking unconvinced. "By the way, these don't look quite the conventional ingredients for Blood-Replenishing potion."

"Yeah, well, Severus always has his own ideas about potions," Harry said, tipping the chopped roots into the cauldron. "And I think he's including stuff to counter any possible, er, impotence potion on the centaur's arrow."

"Talking of which, we're still one ingredient short," said Hermione, in an oddly strangled voice. Harry looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"The powdered woolly rhino horn – you must admit it's quite an unusual potion ingredient – I wasn't sure where to get any at first, and then Ron said Fred and George could send him some –" Hermione suddenly snorted with laughter. "Oh dear," she said, wiping her eyes, "I shouldn't laugh really, but it was so funny..."

"What on earth do Fred and George use woolly rhino horn for in a joke shop?" Harry asked. "The mind boggles..."

"Oh, they do a sideline in Lust potions or something for some shady place in Knockturn Alley." Hermione sounded disapproving. "But don't tell anyone, they don't want their mother to find out."

"I'm not surprised," Harry said, imagining Mrs Weasley's reaction. "Did Ron order the powdered horn from them, then?"

"Yes, their owl delivered it this morning at breakfast, the whole of the Great Hall saw it – oh dear – they'd done it up in an enormous parcel, with really big writing on it, flashing in different colours so nobody could miss it..." and Hermione broke into giggles again.

"What did it say?" Harry asked, fascinated.

"I'd better let Ron tell you that," giggled Hermione. "Let's just say it wasn't exactly discreet. Ahem, yes, well, and then of course Professor McGonagall confiscated it, with a few well-chosen words. Ron was mortified. He said he'd try and get it back from her, though: he should be here soon."

But they'd nearly finished making the potion before Ron arrived, his ears still glowing red with embarrassment. "That's the last time I buy anything from Fred and George," he said furiously, slamming a small packet down on the table. "If this is their idea of 'under plain cover' –" and he pulled a crumpled sheet of wrapping paper out of his pocket and shoved it under Harry's nose.

Harry took it from him and smoothed out the creases. The paper was covered in luminous writing, bewitched so that the letters flashed on and off, changing from one gaudy colour to another as he watched, proclaiming:

HUMUNGEOUS HORN!!!
For the Wizard with the Wilting Willy!

Ron's ears flamed even redder. "Those Slytherins have been calling me Wilting Willy Weasley all bloody morning," he said.

"Cheers, Ron, you're a star," said Harry, trying not to laugh. Ron looked at him suspiciously. "No, really mate, I owe you one. This is a vital ingredient, I'm relying on it to sort out Severus's, er, problem. He hasn't been able to get it up since giving me a quick fuck the night he got here."

"Too much information, mate," Ron said hastily, although Hermione looked as though she'd like to hear more details.

"I'm sure this will help," Harry said, stirring the powder into the potion. "I'll give him a good big dose as soon as this finishes simmering. And maybe some red wine tonight, that always puts him in the mood."

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"You know what this reminds me of?" said Harry that evening, handing Severus his glass of wine. "Our first night together." He cuddled up to his lover's side, curling his toes in delight.

"What makes you think of that now, I wonder," Snape murmured, with an oddly twisted smile. He sipped his wine and looked sideways at Harry, who took a fortifying gulp from his own glass, then set it down beside the bed and began exploring Snape's body with his hands. But the older wizard's cock was still worryingly limp.

"Stop that," Snape said coldly.

Harry sighed. "Uh, OK. More wine?" On Snape's nod, he reached over for the bottle and topped up their glasses.

"And I guess it's time for another dose of Blood-Replenishing potion, too," Harry added, slipping out of bed to ladle a couple of scoops out of the cauldron into a goblet. "Here, this'll give you a laugh," he said, picking up the discarded wrapping from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. "The Weasley twins put a small packet of powdered horn into a giant box, and wrapped it in this, look..." and he showed the flashing letters to Snape, who sniffed. "Ron had to pretend it was for him, and now everyone's laughing about it – he's furious. He did tell Professor McGonagall it was for you, of course, or she wouldn't have let him keep it."

Snape looked annoyed at this information, and Harry chuckled to himself, admiring the Weasley twins' handiwork again. Then he suddenly spotted a line of smaller writing he hadn't noticed before: As supplied to Vix's Vices. "Vix's Vices?" He was sure he'd come across the name Vix before, but for the life of him he couldn't remember where. "That must be the shady place in Knockturn Alley Hermione was talking about, the one Fred and George supply with their Lust potion –"

Snape was staring at the paper with a peculiar expression on his face. Was he trying not to laugh? He saw Harry looking at him and held out his hand. "Well, give me the goblet. I can't let Mr Weasley's heroic sacrifice of his... manly... reputation go to waste, can I?"

Harry handed him the goblet and climbed back into bed, drawing up his knees and hugging them to his chest. "Severus... there isn't an antidote to the Essences potion, is there?"

Snape took a drink from the goblet and took his time over replying. "Do you want there to be?" he enquired finally, his voice neutral.

"Of course not!" Harry said hotly. "It's just – Malfoy said – and you were so long at Durmstrang..."

"You can be assured, whatever I was doing at Durmstrang, it wasn't developing an antidote to the Essences potion," Snape said haughtily.

"So what were you doing all that time? And why didn't you want me there?"

"I've told you before," Snape said. "Durmstrang is Unplottable, like Hogwarts: you have to be invited..."

"You can't have wanted me with you or you'd have got me an invitation," growled Harry. This had been a sore point with him for some time.

"As a matter of fact, I did," replied Snape, putting down the empty goblet and idly running his hand along Harry's thigh. "I managed to persuade the headmaster to issue the invitation – but when I returned to Hinzel's... you'd gone." He said nothing about the consequent frenzied, fruitless search for his lover before he eventually returned, alone, to Durmstrang.

"Oh." Harry wasn't sure what to make of this. Was Severus lying to him? If so, why? It was hard to think now Severus was caressing him so insistently, though when he tried to reciprocate he was dismayed to find his lover's cock still unresponsive.

Severus moved Harry's hand aside and continued irritably, "And I'm still not satisfied about what went on between you and Hinzel. I suspect your... exhibitionism may have led him on..."

"He burst in on me, he wasn't supposed to see what I was doing," Harry said. But his lover's remark had just given him an idea. It was worrying that the Blood-Replenishing potion, even with all Severus' extra ingredients, didn't seem to be having any effect on the older wizard's cock. Maybe some 'exhibitionism' was called for, to try and reawaken Severus's sexual interest in him. It was worth a try, anyway. Harry pushed back the patchwork quilt and jumped out of bed.

Severus turned his head slightly so he could watch him. "What are you doing?"

Harry, clad only in skimpy T-shirt and boxer shorts, padded across the room, his bare feet making no noise on the wooden floorboards. "I'll SHOW you what I was doing when Oskar Hinzel walked in on me," he said, crossing over to the fireplace. "You can judge for yourself." Harry picked up a thick piece of wood and dropped it onto the glowing embers of the fire. It caught light instantly and the sweet smell of burning applewood drifted into the room. Snape lay back against the pillows, his face inscrutable.

Harry stalked away from the fire and with a sudden movement hauled his T-shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. The firelight flickered on his bare skin and sent huge shadows dancing across the ceiling. He paused for a moment, slipped his fingers inside his boxers and ran them round inside the waistband. He looked over at the bed. Was that a flicker of interest in Snape's eyes, or just the effect of the firelight?

"I needed to put in some more arse potion..." Harry Summoned the jar from a shelf, scooped a little out onto his finger, and plunged his hand into the back of his shorts, stretching them tight across the front making his arousal obvious. "...that made me think about you..." he glanced through his lashes at Severus, who was now intent on his every move. Keeping one hand on his arse, Harry fingered his nipples with the other. Parading in front of the fire, he let his fingers trail casually down his chest to his flat stomach.

"It made me remember how you held me against that tree..." he continued. He leant back against the mantel, wrapping his arms around his body. "Oops, forgot, you'd had my shorts off by then, hadn't you –" and tantalisingly slowly, he slid his boxers down to free his straining erection, before kicking them away to the far corner of the room. Snape took a deep, painful breath. Harry knelt in front of the fire, reaching his potion-coated fingers into his hole and beginning to thrust them in and out. "I was doing this," he said hoarsely, "– and this" sliding his other hand rapidly up and down his cock "– and thinking about you all the time..." He turned around slightly to give Snape a better view of both activities.

There was no mistaking Snape's interest now. He let out his breath with a prolonged hiss. Harry smirked, rubbed his fingers hard over the weeping head of his cock then dabbled precum over his nipples. He reached back with both hands, parted his arse cheeks and thrust in a finger from each hand.

"Oskar Hinzel has my sympathy," Snape said softly. "Who could resist such a... blatant... display of exhibitionism? Come here."

Harry gave him a provocative glance but stayed where he was, rocking back on his heels to drive his fingers further into his arse. His hard young cock jutted out in front of him, glistening in the firelight.

"Come here, and bring that potion with you," Snape commanded.

Harry got up and sauntered towards the bed, carrying the potion jar, his cock bobbing with each stride.

Snape fixed him with a penetrating stare. "I think..." he said slowly, running his tongue over his thin lips "I really think... for optimum effect... the potion needs to go... deeper into your arse..."

"How should we do that, then?" Harry asked huskily, kneeling on the bed and pulling back the covers to reveal Severus naked, his bulky penis at last standing proud. Harry took it in his hand and moved it slowly from side to side.

"Use your imagination..."

Harry scooped out the remaining potion and slathered it liberally all over his lover's cock. He admired the effect of the firelight gleaming on the big glistening member, while he ran his fingers round the inside of the jar to sweep up the last lingering traces of potion.

"Mmmm... remind me to brew some more of that soon," Snape said softly as Harry transferred the remains of the potion to the head of his cock. Harry sniggered, grasped the slippery member firmly in his hand and, squatting over it, rubbed it over his balls, behind them, and finally into his crack. He lowered himself s-l-o-w-l-y to impale himself on Severus's glorious thick length; it was wonderful to be so fully filled, wonderful to be able to move at his own pace and stroke his sweet spot each time he sank down on his lover. Severus reached up and pinched Harry's wet nipples hard. "Move faster, damn you," he hissed.

Harry grinned and began to ride his lover in earnest; he flung his head back and shouted, he grabbed his own cock and pumped it in time to his plunging down on Severus.

"Aaah, yes, my little cock jockey..." Severus gasped as he felt himself close to the edge. "Harder... faster..."

Harry obeyed with a final plunging frenzy, squeezing his arsehole tight around Severus with each thrust, fisting his cock at the same time, until, with a scream from Harry and prolonged hiss from Severus, they both came, shooting out hot pulses of spunk – Harry into his hand, Severus deep into Harry. They collapsed together in a hot, sticky heap, Harry revelling in the sensation of his lover's copious cum oozing slowly out of his arse. He began drifting into sleep. "I do love you, Severus," he mumbled drowsily.

He felt Severus clutch him fiercely. There was a whisper in his ear.

"Harry."

His eyes flickered open.

"Harry, listen... important..."

His eyelids were so heavy.

"Whatever happens... always remember..."

His eyes closed; Severus's voice seemed to be coming from a long way away. "...remember... you are the only one..."

He was asleep.

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