Darkness Shadows Light

CHAPTER TWO - SARCASM IS JUST ONE MORE SERVICE WE OFFER

As Harry made his way back to the Gryffindor tower, he coult het help but think back to how it had all started...

It had been at Christmas. Harry had been deserted by all his friends, even Ron and Hermione. Harry had of course been invited to The Burrows, but had declined on the grounds that he would get more work done if he stayed at Hogwarts. At some point during the first term it had finally dawned on him that in a few months time he would be leaving Hogwarts for good and that if he wanted a good career, he needed some good NEWT results. So he had opto sto stay at Hogwarts alone.

In the first week of the holidays, he had been amazed at how much he had learnt with no distractions and a determined attitude. Even Divination was making more sense!

There was, however, still one subject that was troubling him. The problem was he had spent so much time loathing the teacher he had never really attempted to understand the subject. The subject in question, of course, being Potions.

So the he had made what would turn out to be a life-altering decision. He asked Snape for help.

At first Snape had refused to believe he was in earnest.

\'You\'ve spent the last six years in my class and *now* you decide you need my help?\' Snape had sneered. Undaunted, Harry had gone on to explain that he really did want to do well in his Potion NEWT and it wasn\'t just a joke.

Reluctantly Snape had agreed to give over a couple of hours a day to tutoring Harry. After all if Harry really did want to learn he felt he ought to encourage him.

The couple of hours stretched to three or four after the first day and then stretched to practically the whole day. Inexplicably Harry developed a latent interest in potions, though he knew it was partly due to the fact that the Potion Master was a far better one-to-one teacher and partly, and he had found this very hard to deal with, to do with the Potion Master himself...

Harry had realised he was gay the year before when he had finallssedssed his crush of three years, Cho Chang. Instead of the euphoria he had expected, he had felt absolutely nothing. Nothing about girls turned him on. He realised his desire for Cho had risen more from her ability as a Seeker than as a woman and it had been sustained through his guilt over Cedric and wanting to make Cho happy again.

This revelation had shocked and depressed him, but once he had confided in Ron and Hermione, he had felt a lot better, as they had accepit wit without censure (once he had reassured Ron that he definitely didn\'t fancy him!).

What he had never expected was to feel this *desire* swelling up for Snape of all people. But the more time he spent with him, the more he realised how much of a persona he put on for his class. The real Snape had a dry sense of humour and a passion for Potions that overrode all else.

Harry found it more and more difficult to be around Snape without showing his feelings, but finding it equally impossible to stay away.

Then, on New Years Day, it happened.

Harry had got to the dungeons early, Snape had agreed to Harry helping him with a batch of Potions for the infirmary, which had been both flattering and scary.

They spent hours working, only breaking for a quick sandwich at lunch. Finally they were on the last potion and Harry was stirring the cauldron in a figure of eight when Snape swept over.

\'Not like that,\' he snapped, \'like this.\' And standing behind Harry, he placed his hand over Harry\'s, showing him the correct sweeping motion to use.

Harry could barely breath, the hard thin body against his back and Snape practically breathing in his ear. And he could smell him - a mixture of herbs and sweat - should he really find that so erotic?

Harry couldn\'t stop his erection swelling up, especially with the feel of those long, tapered fingers wrapped around his own and knowing where he\'d like those fingers to be...

\'Well, have you got it?\' asked Snape.

Harry, flushed and sweating, merely nodded his head, desperately willing his arousal to go down before Snape spotted it.

Of course that was not to be, circling the cauldron, Snape came to stand the other side of it to observe him. Harry kept his eyes down and continued stirring, heartily wishing he had worn anything other than an old pair of jogging pants that hid nothing.

Snape could surely see his reaction to his closeness, so why wasn\'t he humiliating him?

\'No, that\'s still not right.\' whispered the velvet voice right in his ear. Without Harry realising, Snape was now behind him again. His hand once more covered Harry\'s, but this time Snape\'s other hand was on Harry\'s waist and was it his imagination or were those fingers heading for the gap between his top and bottoms? No, he wasn\'t mistaken, as cool fingers caressed the heated skin. Harry couldn\'t stop a small moan escaping his lips.

\'Is something wrong, Potter?\' breathed Snape, the tone deeper than before and turning Harry\'s insides to jelly.

Just then the fingers left his waist and pressed flat against his stomach. Harry just managed to stifle another moan. He was out of his depth here, was what he thought was happening really happening?

Without meaning to he pressed himself back against the Potion Master and almost gasped aloud when he felt an answering hardness behind him. On impulse he dropped the stirring stick and turned around gazing straight into Snape\'s eyes. What he saw there he had never expected to see in *those* eyes - lust - for him. For Harry.

As if in a dream, Harry put his arms around the Potion Master\'s neck and pulled his head down until their lips met. Then he gave up thinking as his whole being was consumed with fire and passion. Harry had never kissed a man before and this was so different from Cho, it wasn\'t even funny.

Eventually they broke apart, both gasping, and Harry saw that Snape had been just as affected as him, the dark eyes flashing, desire written all over his face.

\'What do you want from me?\' Harry whispered.

\'Everything,\' had come the dark reply. And taking Harry\'s hand, Snape had led to to his quarters.

Once inside, Harry had looked at his teacher nervously. It had all felt so *surreal*. This was what he wanted, what he had dreamt of, but now he wasn\'t sure what to do and it certainly didn\'t help that Snape just stood there regarding him with those dark eyes.

It had been Snape who had finally broken the silence.

\'What do you want?\'

\'I want you,\' he had whispered, his face flushing.

Snape had given an impatient snort.

\'I worked that out about ten minutes ago. I want to know what you want from me.\'

It was then Harry had realised that Snape needed to be sure that he knew exactly what he was asking of him. Taking his courage in both hands, he closed the gap between them and pressed himself full length against him. Once again he put his arms around Snape\'s neck, but this time instead of kissing him, he put his lips to his ear and murmured:

\'I want to feel your naked body against mine, I want your hands and lips to touch me all over, but most of all I want you so deep inside me that I can\'t tell where I end and you begin.\'

After that, things had become a bit of a blur for Harry as Snape had practically dragged him to the bedroom and stripped both of them until the first of Harry\'s requests had been fulfilled. It had been better than any fantasies, feeling Snape\'s heated skin against his own; the lean body on top of him and that wondrous mouth on his.

Then Snape had started using his hands, caressing Harry\'s body until he felt he was going to melt into the mattress. Until that moment, Harry had never realised his nipples were so sensitive, or his belly button, or his neck, in fact everywhere Snape touched him seemed to become an erogenous zone.

Tentatively, Harry had started reciprocating and by the harsh moan he received, he knew he was doing something right. Eventually his hand travelled to Snape\'s heavy erection, curling around it. It was big, bigger than any of the boys he shared a dormitory with. He stroked the length, pulling another moan from Snape and a graze of teeth on his neck that went straight to his groin. Not that he could get any harder. He was harder than he had ever been and he needed so much more.

\'Please,\' he had gasped. \'I want you inside me.\'

Instantly Snape had pulled away, rummaging in the nightstand drawer until he found a small jar. Then Snape had turned Harry over, putting a pillow under his hips.

\'Just try and relax,\' Snape had said in a low voice, trailing a finger down his spine that made Harry shiver. The next thing he had felt was an oily finger rubbing against his entrance. Unconsciously, Harry moved his arse higher, pushing at the finger, desperate to feel more. Then the finger was inside him and though it hurt a little, it was nothing compared to the feeling of completeness. All too soon it wasn\'t enough and Harry found himself begging for more which Snape gladly gave him, scissoring and opening him. Suddenly Harry nearly arched off the bed as those talented fingers brushed against his prostate, eliciting a chuckle from his lover.

Harry wasn\'t sure how much more he could take without being pushed over the edge, when the fingers were abruptly removed. Harry couldn\'t help the small whimper of disappointment at the loss.

\'Patience Harry,\' Snape had replied in a low lust-filled voice.

Then harry had felt something far more substantial at his relaxed entrance and firm hands gripping his hips.

At first it had hurt, in fact it had hurt quite a lot, but then the pain had mixed with the pleasure until he couldn\'t tell which was which and then, after a while, all he had felt was pleasure.

Then Snape had begun thrusting slowly into him and Harry felt he had surely died and gone to heaven. Nothing should feel that good. What with the hardness filling him and the feel of his own erection rubbing against the soft cotton of the bed sheets, Harry knew he wouldn\'t last very long. Desperately he tried to hold on, but far too soon it was all too much and with a harsh cry he came hard. He vaguely felt the soothing hand on his back and heard the soothing words as he came down from the most intense climax he had ever had. Then he found himself being pulled back until he was on his hands and knees, Snape still buried deep inside him.

This time when he began thrusting in and out it was with long, deep strokes that made Harry feel as if it was going to reach his heart. Then he felt a hand on his penis, coaxing it back to its former hardness that only a man at his prime could manage after such an earth shattering orgasm. He felt the thrusts quickening and realised Snape must be getting very close to his own climax. Immediately he started rocking backwards and forwards; back into that wonderful hardness and then forwards into those talented long fingers.

After that, it didn\'t take long until Harry heard a strangled cry from behind him and felt the erection inside him swell before bursting inside him, coating his insides with that warm, thick liquid. With a cry, Harry finally succumbed to his own climax, not as intense as the first, but still mind-numbing.

With an exhausted sigh, Harry collapsed back onto the mattress, not caring that he was lying in his own mess, taking Snape with him. They lay like that for a while, too exhausted to move.

\'That was incredible,\' Harry finally said. \'We have to do that again.\'

\'Not just yet,\' Snape replied in a sated voice.

\'But this wasn\'t a one off, was it?\' Harry asked, slightly alarmed. After what he had just discovered, he was reluctant to give it up.

Without answering, Snape pulled away from him, leaving Harry feeling bereft. Rolling onto his side, Harry looked at Snape who was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.

\'Harry, we shouldn\'t have done this once. I\'m your teacher.\'

\'I don\'t care,\' Harry replied softly. He gently stroked the coarse hair on his lover\'s chest, causing him to sigh and close his eyes. \'I can\'t say I know exactly what\'s going on here, but I know I want to be with you and I guess you must want to be with me or you wouldn\'t have let this happen.\'

\'Perhaps,\' Snape admitted, not opening his eyes.

Harry leaned forward and kissed him gently. There was no real heat in it, it was not a preamble to more lovemaking, but just an act in itself. Eventually Snape gave in and for a while they just lay there slowly kissing.

When Harry left that night he had convinced Snape that they should continue their affair, but as he stood by the door, about to leave, he realised that he had given Snape the \'everything\' he had asked for, including his heart...

********

Harry sighed, things had seemed so simple then, and there had been no need for discussion on feelings.

Snape wasn\'t exactly looking like the happy, expectant father. He knew it was all a big shock to his lover, but he could have done with at least some reassurance.

When he had offered to leave Hogwarts and leave Harry behind, Harry had got the impression that he had *wanted* to get away from him. But no, surely that couldn\'t be true, after all Snape would be as good as dead without the protection of Hogwarts if it became common knowledge that he had fathered Harry\'s baby. Not exactly something Voldemort would appreciate from one of his supposedly loyal Death Eaters.

Harry knew that Snape had never said he loved him, but he thought it was the man\'s natural dislike of anything he would consider sickly sweet. Now he had to face up to the possibility that he might not care about him at all. Harry shivered, the thought of bringing a child into alls was was quite depressing. He knew he loved Snape and knew he would love anything that was part of him, but would that be enough?

Suddenly Harry realised he was standing, staring into space, right in front of the portrait entrance to the Gryffindor common room and the fat lady was peering at him enquiringly.

\'Lionheart,\' he murmured, walking through as the portrait opened only to be confronted by Ron.

\'Where have you been?\' asked Ron. \'You went to see Madam Pomfrey ages ago. His face took on an anxious expression. \'Umm...there\'s nothing wrong is there?\' he asked tentatively.

Harry\'s heart sank. He could leave it until later to tell Ron, but that would just be cowardly, and Ron had just given him the perfect opening. He fleetingly wondered if it was this difficult to tell those closest to him, how was he going to cope when it became public knowledge?

\'Ron, I need to talk to you in private, can we go up to the dorm?\'

Ron nodded silently, though the worried look on his face increased.

Once they were in the room, Harry cast a silencing spell and locked the door. Ron looked on, bemused.

\'Ron, I think it would be best if you sat down...\'