Guilty as Sin

CHAPTER 19

Snape sat glaring at the present festivities happening around him, a warm glass of fey wine resting undrunk in his left hand while the other tapped impatiently on the tabletop. Severus hated these types of occasions when the school full of already over active teenagers were given a night of frivolity without fear of detention. To Severus it was practically the same as a sanctioned orgy, only with less alcohol and younger participants. The sight was practically nauseating watching young couples dance to the music between the tables scattered with the remains of the feast. At least this year however Snape had been spared any humiliation of having students ask him to dance. It seemed that with Potter’s absence the student populace had retained a little of their sensibilities. Silently he surveyed the great hall his gaze falling on the usual suspects of the evening. His own house was behaving themselves tolerably as were most of the couples crooning at one another around the floor. Draco was sat glumly at the end of the table idly making his fork bend back and forth with wandless magic. Snape was mildly impressed by the boy’s talent but didn’t linger on the blonde’s person incase he should be seen. Continuing his gaze around the room Snape sought out his colleagues. Most of them were sitting down the other end of the staff table playing exploding snap like children. One curious absence from such childish play was the headmaster and Snape allowed his gaze to scan the room again looking for the old man. Instantly Snape spotted him his concern rising a little when he spotted the familiar blue robes of the Auror division of the Ministry.

Abandoning his glass of wine Snape strode over towards where the headmaster was talking discreetly with the Auror in the entrance to the staff lounge. Albus must have sensed Snape coming because he looked up sternly over his shoulder as Snape came to stand beside him.

“There is further trouble in Hogsmeade Severus, they are hunting an Elith-furatu.” Despite the icy chill that froze his heart Severus remained outwardly unmoved by the headmaster’s whispered comment. Carefully Snape glanced over the Auror standing in the shadows of the doorway before turning his attention back to the headmaster. “They are searching the grounds as we speak but there was a disturbance in the wards near the west entrance.” Snape nodded silently as the headmaster glanced over Snape’s shoulder at the students still enjoying their feast. “I would check it myself but I must ensure all the students return to their houses safely before re-enforcing the wards.” Again nodding in understanding Snape turned and headed quickly towards the exit of the hall, his mind and his heart racing in sync. Before he could leave the hall however a tentative hand grabbed at his arm and he spun around to stare down into Draco’s concerned gaze. The boy had obviously seen what had happened. Growling low in his throat Snape pushed Draco outside into the entrance hall making sure the door to the hall was closed behind him before he spoke.

“Go and find Potter and then both of you stay in my rooms until I return. The Auror’s are hunting one of us.” Draco knew better not to argue sensing his Superei’s concern. Draco quickly took off up the grand staircase towards Gryfindor tower and Snape himself strode off towards the west entrance into the castle.

The corridors were empty and quiet throughout the castle and it took Snape less than five minutes to reach the small wooden door of the west entrance. Taking his wand out as a precaution Snape slowed his strides as he tentatively approached the closed door. In the silence Snape could hear the wind howling on the other side of the closed door a storm brewing no doubt. Steadily Snape reached for the large doorknob but before he could touch the rusty iron lock he felt an overwhelming sense of fear rush through his body. Consciously Snape stepped back hastily from the door his eyes flicking around the dimly lit corridor for signs of an attack but there was no one there but him. Calming himself Snape focused his attention on the door again and immediately recognized the locking charm. It was crude and no doubt rushed as if the person casting it had no faith in the door to remain closed. Not daring to touch the door itself Snape scanned the door more closely with his gaze looking for signs of entry. Then he saw it. A scorch mark near the lower hinge was still freshly glowing with the unmistakable red ambers of an exploding curse that had missed its target. Stepping back a little further Snape held his wand up high towards the dim torches.

“Illuminate!” Snape muttered wincing a little himself as the corridor lit up in a bright revealing light. In the new light Snape finally saw the pool of blood on the floor in front of the door. Unconsciously he’d stepped in it when he’d first approached the door but despite the smear of his own boot through the puddle he could clearly see that the blood pool had another trail that led off down the corridor. “Fuck.” Snape whispered as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply on the lingering stale air of the corridor. If there had indeed been an Elith-Furatu in the corridor he would smell him. Concentrating Snape blocked out the metallic tang of blood in his nose fighting down the urge the crimson liquid excited in him, and instead focusing on the other scents of the corridor. It hit him full force as soon as he smelt it, the unmistakable scent of one of his own. But more worryingly however was that he knew whose scent it was.

Turning on his heel Snape took off down the corridor not needing to follow the blood trail to know where it was leading….

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“Harry?” Draco wandered purposefully into Snape’s chambers having searched the Gryfindor Tower from top to bottom. Seeing no one in the lounge Draco strode into the bedroom checking the bathroom and the wardrobe as well as under the bed incase Harry was playing a prank. “Potter! Where the fuck are you!” Becoming increasingly irritated and more than a little concerned Draco strode into the potion masters lab and slammed about looking for signs of his friend. When he found nothing Draco returned to the living room and flopped down uselessly in Snape’s favorite chair. Snape was going to kill him if he didn’t find Harry, especially after what the professor had said just as they’d left the party. If the Auror’s were indeed searching for an unforgiven in the area they were all in serious trouble. “Oh come on Draco think!” The blonde was talking to himself now as he tried desperately to think where Harry could have gone. Irritated Draco stood up abruptly to begin pacing past the fireplace but as he went to walk past the hearth he fell over an invisible lump on the carpet. Draco smiled brightly as saw the shimmer of the edge of a familiar invisibility cloak.

“Oh fuck me Potter, you had me worried, don’t fucking play pranks like that this is serious!” Standing up and laughing Draco ripped the invisibility cloak from what was obviously Harry’s hiding place. Draco’s laughter however died on his lips when Harry didn’t react or move. The boy was kneeling in front of the fire his head tucked in his lap and Draco frowned a little when he saw that Harry’s clothes were wet and torn in places. Assuming that Harry still thought he was hiding beneath the cloak Draco cleared his throat. “Harry I found you, stop playing around! The Auror’s are searching for an unforgiven; Snape’s practically shitting himself.” Again Harry didn’t move and Draco became acutely aware of a familiar scent that hung in the air.

Blood.

“Harry? Harry are you alright?” Fearful now Draco went to touch his friend on the shoulder but before he could a hex hit him in the back sending him flying across the room and into the book shelves on the other side of the room.

“Don’t touch him!” Snape roared as he strode into his sitting room the door that had been carelessly left open by Draco slamming closed and warding itself shut at the return home of Snape. Tossing his outer robe aside Snape tentatively approached Harry still kneeling in front of the fire. Snape could smell the boy now and everything else with sickening clarity. “Potter.” Snape growled low in his throat as he rounded the boy who remained unmoving kneeling in front of the fire. When he got no reply Snape reached forward cruelly grabbing Harry’s wet hair and dragging the boy’s head back so that he could see the boy’s face.

The sight was unexpected and Snape snarled angrily as Harry’s head flopped lifelessly into his grasp. The boy’s face was covered in scratches and dirt, his pale lavender eyes were rolled back in his head and his mouth hung open a fresh trail of blood dripping from the corner crease of the boy’s lips. What angered Snape most of all though was the unexpected aroma of someone else that clung to the boy’s skin as he lowered his head into Harry’s neck for closer inspection.

“Fuck me.” Snape growled angrily his rage building up fiercely as he began to realize what had happened. With ease Snape picked up Harry’s limp body carrying the boy under his arm in through his bedroom and up to the bathroom. Draco who had been cowering in the corner amongst the broken shelves of books instinctively followed his Superei into the bathroom and stood passively waiting on the bottom step of the raised platform into the tiled bathroom.

With a whispered charm the bath instantly filled with scolding hot water and Snape having ripped every ounce of clothing from Harry’s limp body dumped the boy unceremoniously into the hot water. The shock of the water must have brought Harry to consciousness and the boy gasped, helplessly scrambling at the sides of the deep bathtub to get out. Snape however didn’t let up and having shucked his own robes sunk into the bath beside Harry who was thrashing wildly.

Draco watched helplessly as Harry continued to struggle and it was only when Snape wrapped his arms around Harry’s body that the boy relaxed. Harry turned around in Snape’s embrace practically molding his body with Snape’s beneath the water wanting to get closer to the familiar safe warm smell of his Superei. It was clear to Draco that Harry had long reverted to his in built natural instincts, the old Harry with his reservations about his new life disappeared into the arms of Snape who was almost tenderly washing Harry’s body. Draco knew what Snape was doing; he was washing every trace of the other Superei’s scent off the boy, who looked to be thankful for it. The nasty looking curse still burning into Harry’s arm and shoulder didn’t seem much of Snape’s concern as he dunked Harry several times into the deep water of the bath washing him thoroughly.

Harry rose from the water the final time spluttering and coughing, his skin raw where Snape had scrubbed him clean. The lavender of Harry’s eyes had faded leaving behind the fearfully flashing green eyes that seemed for the first time to focus on both Snape and where he was. Draco saw the panic rise in Harry’s facial features as reality set in. Snape though ignored it and having satisfactorily washed Harry’s body pinned the boy against the side of the bathtub so that Harry was staring at Draco who was just peeing over the top of the top of the tiled platform.

“Now that you’ve come back to us Potter, let me remind you who you belong to…” Harry stiffened as he felt Snape position himself at his entrance, the thick rigid cock of his Superei nudging at the quivering pucker threateningly. Harry was powerless to prevent what was going to happen, Snape’s body pinning him hard to the side of the bath and forcing his head over the edge to stare at where Draco was staring sadly up at him. “…whom you both belong to.” Snape growled over Harry’s shoulder his gaze locking with Draco’s momentarily making the message clear. The stare was broken however as Harry cried out in agony as Snape thrust his way brutally into Harry’s unprepared arse. Harry had never experienced such pain and bit uselessly into Snape’s hand that was holding him in place against the bath edge. Snape didn’t flinch as Harry’s teeth punctured his hand and merely thrust in harder driving his cock impossibly deeper into Harry’s virgin tightness.

As quickly as the pain had come it was gone in an instant when Snape began kissing Harry’s neck and chewing on his ear lobe. Harry wasn’t sure what madness had come over him but the weight of Snape’s thick member rammed up his backside had come almost as a relief of the tension that had been building since day one. With a half moan and whimper Harry instantly relaxed in Snape’s arms the elder wizard smiling sadistically at his partner’s instant willingness. “See Potter, this is where you belong. This is what you need, what you crave at night. You are mine and no one will challenge that.” Harry cried out in ecstasy as Snape drew his head back against his own shoulder locking his mouth ferociously with Harry’s as he began pumping back and forth into Harry’s pliable body. Harry took every inch of the man’s cock feeling every thrust as if the man’s length was up in his throat. Lost between coherence and ecstasy Harry lost control of his voice and began mindlessly screaming Snape’s name between unintelligible dribble.

Harry wasn’t sure how long it lasted but when Snape peaked deep inside him it was like sipping from the vial of blood all over again. Sparks exploded in his veins and Harry gasped for breath as the sensation robbed his lungs of air. Then as soon as it had come it was gone and Harry barely even flinched as Snape pulled out of him and let him sink exhausted and flaccid into the cooling waters of the bathtub. Draco watched as Harry’s body floated on the top of the bloodied water as Snape rose casually from the tub, his superiority and ownership over his two Inferei once again reestablished.

“Draco get him out, I’ll have to get a potion from my lab to cure the curse.” Flippantly Snape gestured back at Harry’s body floating in the bath as he wrapped his robe around his body and strode from the bedroom. Draco waited until he could hear the potion professor in his lab before he dared approach the bathtub.

“Harry?” Draco carefully hauled Harry’s body to the side of the bath, shaking the boy’s shoulders forcefully before splashing some cold water from the tap onto the boy’s face in order to force him back to consciousness again. Harry stared at Draco in exhaustion the boy’s green eyes drooping, threatening to close again in fatigue. “Come on, let’s get you out.” Grabbing a towel from the warming rack Draco easily lifted Harry’s slight frame from the water and went about preparing Harry for bed. It had been a stressful day for everyone and Draco would be glad when it was over…

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

A/N *sniffles* I think I have a cold... Anyway hope you like this little update I softened it a little around the edges in the hope I\'d rescue some of you from heart ache. Please remember I do love reviews and even if it\'s one word like *chocolate* or *snape* or *update you fucking cow before we go insane* I like to hear from you. If you\'re not up to publicly reviewing drop us an email and I\'ll endeavour to get back to you...

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