Extreme Seduction

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Chapter 16 : 12 hours in a life

 

Harry was walking towards the corridor
for his duelling wandless’ class. It was nearly 9 o’clock, so with the potion
he had drunk just several minutes ago, his attraction should be over a few
minutes before 9:00 pm.

 

The boy would rejoin his
lover for a ‘detention’ at 9 pm this evening, when Harry could see the
difference between before and after, the change of his lover’s behaviour.
However, he didn’t want Severus to change. He loved the way the man pounced on
him like a starving man, the way he was constantly looking at him hungrily and
with possessiveness or again when he talked to him so lovingly and happily.
Harry had seen the true Severus and he didn’t regret the loss of his teacher
who scowled, barked at him and humiliated him.

 

As he entered in the
classroom and reached to the place near Ron and Hermione, he persuaded himself
that Severus won’t change and, especially, won’t rejected him.

 

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The morning passed like
usual. Eyes burning on him, dirty whispering comments as soon as he saw one or
more guys he knew now were gay, trying to touch him discreetly.

 

And now, it was midday.
Harry was not hungry. All he wanted was to go straight into the dungeons and
burying his head on Severus’ neck, smelling his spicy smell and hold him
tightly.

 

“Hey guys,” he said
suddenly to his friends. “I don’t have an appetite and I’m a little tired. I’m
going up to our dorm to rest and I’ll rejoin you for our Defence Against the
Dark Arts lesson, OK?”

 

“OK!” they replied.

 

“But try to not be late,
Harry,” added Hermione.

 

The raven-haired boy nodded
and turned his heels out of the corridor, which lead to the Great Hall and
discreetly took another one for the dungeons.

 

He walked quickly and found
himself in front of the potion’s class. The door was opened and there was no
student in it anymore, just a beautiful and elegant man -- a man Harry loved.

 

Severus had not noticed
that his lover was here, devouring him with his eyes. He was just cleaning a
little his classroom.

 

“Love you,” said Harry
simply.

 

Severus jumped and tilted
his head up quickly. When he saw the young man who was smiling at him, he
smiled back and replied.

 

“If you want tell me
something Mister Potter, I suggest you close the door.”

 

Harry stepped forward and
locked the wood door.

 

“And now, Professor?”
teased Harry.

 

“Now, show me how much you
love me,” grinned the older man seductively.

 

Harry threw himself in his
love’s arms and took Severus’ lips passionately.

 

When they broke apart,
Harry locked his worried jade’s eyes with the other man’s black ones, taking
his head between his hands.

 

“Severus, I really
love you, you know. Promise me you’ll never leave me.”

 

Severus was stunned. “Why
do you ask me this, Harry? Why do you believe I will leave you? You know I love
you.”

 

Harry sighed, released his
lover’s head and moved back. He gazed everywhere, but at his lover, trying to
hide his haunted look.

 

“You know why I attract
people, Sev?” Harry asked finally.

 

“Yes,” he replied slowly.
“Dumbledore told every teacher this morning, after he told you everything.
And?”

 

Harry turned quickly his
eyes on Severus and murmured, “And if you don’t love me anymore after this
attraction is over? And if you leave me? And if you return to behaving the same
towards me, like you had before the potion? You were so cold, so full of hatred
but now, it’s different, I love you so... if you... if you leave me, how could
I... how...”

 

Harry’s voice choked
suddenly and he couldn’t continue. Severus took him in his arms, against his
heart as Harry was crying.

 

“I’ll never leave you
Harry. I love you. I don’t want to live without you, I couldn’t go own myself
without you near. You are everything I have ever wanted and I have the greatest
luck in finding you. I’ll never abandon you, my love.”

 

“Promise?” whispered Harry
in a little but full of hope voice.

 

“Promise!” answered
Severus.

 

The man kissed quickly the
boy’s lips and added teasingly, “Otherwise who else will warm up my bed in the
winter’s cold night? You are better than a hot-water bottle.”

 

Harry giggled and lifted
his head. He stroked the black, long and silky strands and tip-toed up at him
to be able to catch his love’s mouth, which he explored lovingly and softly.
Severus responded in a slow and sensual rhythm, which was beginning to arouse
them.

 

Harry rubbed his erection
against Severus’ who moaned in desire.

 

“No Harry, no, not here,
not now,” said the black-haired man, pushing his lover firmly away a little.

 

Harry was about to protest
when his teacher added, “I want to give you something.”

 

The boy’s eyes shone in
curiosity and excitment as his love took a small and dark blue velvet box from
his pocket. Severus opened the box slowly in front of Harry’s eyes, which were
focused on the jewel revealed.

 

It was a pure white gold
necklace composed of a chain and a beautiful pendant, which represented an H
and an S intertwined.

 

“Oh, Sev,” murmured Harry,
tears of emotions in his eyes.

 

“Look underneath,” said
Severus.

 

Harry turned the pendant
and found some words engraved in the metal, ‘My love forever.’ At the
end of those words was engraved a perfect rose. It was a symbol of their first
night together.

 

As his lover put his
present around Harry’s neck, the boy blinked several times, trying to hold his
tears, but he didn’t manage to and they slid down his cheeks.

 

Severus wiped them away and
whispered, “I have the same”. Then, he plunged a hand under his robes’ collar
and extricated his own necklace to show it to Harry and added, “I’ve thrown a
protection spell on it, so if you are in danger, I’ll know.”

 

Harry took Severus’ head
and kissed him fiercely. The older man wrapped his arms around his lover’s
waist and stroked his back, while his mouth responded eagerly.

 

The Gryffindor boy buried
his agile fingers in the gorgeous black tresses and caressed then avidly.
Breathless, they broke apart.

 

“I love you Sev, so much,”
he whispered just before capturing agthe the man’s lips passionately, letting
his hands wander everywhere. Severus moaned loudly.

 

Harry pushed the man
against the desk and began to undress him quickly, not bothering if he was
tearing the material or not.

 

“Harry...” protested firmly
Severus.

 

Harry teased the soft
earlobe and his hot tongue slid down the neck, sucked the little spot on the
collarbon
&n
 

“Harry...” continued the
man, his voice swaying.

 

The elegant fingers went
under the black material touching the bare, pale skin and the dark fabric
dropped off the man’s shoulders. Harry tasted hungrily on one of them.

 

“Harry...” said Severus
weakly.

 

The young man’s tongue slid
over a pink, tender nipple and nibbled it, then sucked the other. His lips
followed the perfect line of Severus’ abdominal muscles until it reached his
navel.

 

“Harry...” groaned his
lover, “Mmmmm. So sweet...”

 

The raven-haired boy
completely undid the black robes and his lover’s boxer pants quickly.

 

“No, Har... Oh, yes,
yes!!!” the man gasped.

 

Moaning, Harry had greedily
taken Severus’ cock in his mouth. And he tasted its entire length.

 

Panting, the older man
grabbed the black strands in his fists and moved Harry’s head in the same
rhythm as his own hips.

 

It was not the best place
to do this. It forbforbidden, dangerous... but so good. Lovely.

 

“Oh my god, you’re so
talented Harry... Oh your mouth... Mmmmm...”

 

After having massaged the
man’s ball with his hands, while his lips were wrapped around the beautiful and
engorged member, Harry squeezed Severus’ arse at full hands.

 

“Mmmmmm.”

 

The young man let a hand
wander over his love’s right thigh, inside it where the skin was so soft and
his fingers went up, and wrapped the base of the swollen prick to hold it while
Harry lapped at the leaking tip.

 

“God, Harry!” groaned the
older wizard who was invaded by electrical sensations and thrills.

 

The wet mouth tasted more
and more eagerly, taking him deep into his throat or a little lick, driving the
black-haired man crazy. Severus moaned loudly when he felt a finger tease his
opening and when this finger entered inside of him, he screamed, tensed up and
came.

 

Shivering and trembling
with pleasure, the man collapsed on his desk, Harry following onto his lover’s
body.

 

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Harry looked at his watch
once again and sighed, it was just mid-afternoon. He thought of Severus. And of
the upcoming night. He was eager to find himself squeezed next to his heart’s
desire and heat, safe within his arms.

 

He was thinking on what he
had done the last midday, when suddenly, he felt something wet on his leg.
Quickly, the Gryffindor boy looked down and strangely amazed, he found Seamus
Finnegan, lying on the floor sucking at his ankle.

 

Harry was disgusted. “Stop
that!” he screamed, trying to pulled away from the other boy’s hand, which had
grabbed his ankle.

 

Professor McGonagall,
tilted her head up and glanced at Harry who was still gazing at his unbearable
house mate. So he jumped, when he heard his teacher’s angry voice yelling near
him.

 

“MISTER FINNEGAN! What are
you doing now?”

 

Seamus tilted his head up
and smiled to the woman.

 

“It’s not funny, Mister
Finnegan. Let Mister Potter alone! You have detention for the next week
and extra homework to do. Perhaps, it
will teach you something.”

 

Seamus let go of Harry’s
leg and stood up slowly, a little ashamed, but still glancing hungrily at
Harry.

 

When the class became
silent again and concentrated, Harry sighed, looked at his watch. It had only
been twenty-six minutes since the last time he’d looked and sighed again.

 

He wanted this attraction
to be over with because of his classmates’ behaviour, but he wanted nothing to
change between Severus and him. He was afraid. But he reminded himself that
Severus loved him and those feelings couldn’t change... and he had promised not
to leave him. He had confidence in his lover. Harry grabbed his pendant that
was hiding under his robes, near his heart and smiled. Their initials were
intertwined and Severus had engraved ‘My love forever’ so he didn’t have to
worry. Harry smiled more, lost deep in his thoughts and sweet reverie, his
watch totally forgotten.

 

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Draco was scrubing the
toilets. The month of detention he had received from his attempt to kidnap the
sexy Harry was unfair, he thought. It was not his fault if the Gryffindor had
such a delicious body and to do this servant work was humiliating. He was a
Malfoy! And a very furious Malfoy; plus, a very aroused one.

 

The day before, Draco had
had to make clear to Pansy to stay out of his business. He knew he’d have Harry
and he was about to get rid of his potion’s master – definitely.

 

He had prepared a potion,
which was supposed to erase every feeling and emotion a person could feel for
another, so Snape would have no desire anymore for his Harry... and Harry would
be his. He laughed evilly. He had a plan to make sure his teacher would drink
it.

 

Tonight, he would ask his
professor to have a talk and he would pour the potion into the other man’s tea.


 

‘It would be so easy,’
Draco thought, grinning. ‘And I’m so
intelligent... Harry...’

 

The Slytherin took off his
plastic gloves, murmured a cleaning spell on his hands and unbuttoned a little
of his robe. Then, he wrapped his hand around his hard erection and began to
stroke, thinking of the raven-haired boy he wanted so badly.

 

In his frenzy, he was
slightly aware that anybody could see him, but he was so excited that he didn’t
care. He rubbed his fresh forefingers on his hot member’s tip and slid the
precum all around the purpled flesh.

 

“Harry,” he groaned, his
face flushed.

 

He didn’t hear the door
open, but he heard the chocked scream. It was Filch. Filch who was, now, lying
on the floor, unconscious.

 

Seeing the caretaker, Draco
lost a little of his hardness, but he found it again when Harry, who had heard
the strange scream, passed by the bathroom door.

 

The Gryffindor’s eyes
opened wide at the sight of Malfoy’s masturbation and tried to get away, but it
was to late. The blond was already on him, sandwiching him against the door and
was moving his hips eagerly, so that his hard flesh was rubbing against Harry’s
robes material.

 

“Leave me alone, Malfoy!”
Harry yelled.

 

“Mmmmmmmmm.”

 

Draco rubbed again, then
twice more and came on the black fabric.

 

Harry was disgusted. He
took his wand out of his pocket and murmured a cleaning spell, then he pointed
his weapon at the blond.

 

The Gryffindor regretted
having taken this way to rejoin Severus in his quarters. It was almost nine
o’clock and he wanted to be with his lover.

 

“You’re mine Harry, you
know that and nothing can separate us.”

 

“You’re crazy, Malfoy! I
don’t want you and you don’t really want me either.”

 

“Do you believe that?” the
Slytherin asked with a determined look on his face. And before, Harry could do
anything, he was lying on the floor, Draco on top of him. The Slytherin
captured Harry’s lips avidly and suddenly he froze.

 

Then, he tilted his head up
and looked at Harry with a strange, rather horrified look.

 

“Oh, my god!” the blond
whispered. “Oh, my god! What have I done?”

 

And after those words were
said, he stood up and ran away as quickly as he could.

 

Harry knew immediately why.
His attraction was over.

 

In his turn, he stood up
and performed a cleaning spell on him – the toilets were dirty. He got out of
the bathroom, forgetting Filch, and took his way towards his love’s bedroom,
his heart beating fast.

 

It was the hour of the
truth. Harry was terrified. Then he remembered the pendant and Severus’ promise
and grinned. There was no reason to worry.

 

In front of Severus’
quarters, he murmured the password, “Harry forever.”

 

The door stayed closed.

 

“Harry forever,” he
repeated, but again the door didn’t open. So Harry knocked on the door.

 

No response.

 

Harry froze, but
reprimanded himself. Severus had perhaps fallen asleep. He knocked harder.

 

Two minutes later, the door
opened.

 

“Severus, I...”

 

“Potter, I would be
grateful if you stopped your din,” Severus sneered coldly. “And please, return
to your House. I’m sure you don’t want a detention for being out of the
Gryffindor tower after curfew. Good night, Potter.”

 

Severus was closing the
door, but Harry prevented that.

 

“Sev, why are you...?”

 

“Potter, I forbide you the
use of my fist name or a nick name. I’m your teacher... nothing else. Don’t
forget it! Never! Now, good night Potter!”

 

“But I love you,” said
Harry, tortured by the pain.

 

“You talk nonsense, idiotic
brat! You feel perhaps that you are the center of the world that you could do
whatever you want. Like father, like son, Potter! You think you are everything,
special. But no! You’re nothing. For me, you’re nothing. Now, return to your
dorms.”

 

“Severus...” begged Harry,
his heart bleeding, he was suffering horribly.

 

“Detention Potter,” Snape
spat icily. “Tomorrow, at eight, with Filch.”

 

The door slammed in Harry’s
face. He was devastated.

 

“SEVERUS!” he screamed,
hitting heavily at the door with both his fists. “SEVERUS, you can’t do this.
SEVERUS, I love you. SEVERUS, MY LOVE, OPEN THIS DOOR TO ME.”

  But But the pleas went without
a response, only repeated by grim echoes throughout the corridor.

 

“Severus,” he whispered in
the silence of the dark corridor, collapsing along the wood of the door, tears
sliding down his pale cheeks. “You promised.”