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Briefing: Two weeks before Christmas Vacation, Harry Potter is given a potion that can prove to be fatal. All the while, Severus Snape must find whe hhe had long hidden away from himself a long time ago. Can he save Harry?
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Disclaimer: I did not write Harry Potter. The ‘Harry Potter’ series was written and created by J.K. Rowling. All the characters used in this fan fiction are imaging what the characters in Rowling’s book would have done if put in these situations, expect for some of my own twists.
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Rating: NC-17 for sexual content, mature themes, violence, and language.
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Previously:

Harry looked at his potion’s professor, his eyes wide. He felt his blush beginning to linger on his cheeks and his stomach was doing somersaults. “U-uh…I-I guess…” Severus dropped his voice to a calm whisper that caused Harry to feel shivers running down his spin. “You must learn to trust me, Harry.” Harry was awe stricken by the use of his first name by his professor. “Sir?”

Before he was allowed any other questions, Severus had stood up and proceeded out the door. Harry watched his professor and was left alone to ponder what had just occurred. His heart beat with erratic pace.

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Chapter Two: Softest Bed

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Severus returned the next day to check up on Harry. When he entered the room, Harry was standing near the window, fully dressed. He was slightly taken aback by the boy’s fast recovery. Though he did not lio ado admit it, Harry did have a way with healing, unlike so many others. Why this was -in prospect- was that Harry had endured much during his life time, so much that it directly resulted in his healing.

Harry turned to his professor, feeling his heart begin to race once more. ‘Why am I feeling dizzy?’ Before he had any chance to think over the feeling, he felt arms wrapped around him. He believed upon the moment, he must have blacked out or fainted. Why, was not apparent as of this moment. All that could be concluded is that his professor’s lengthy arms which to Harry’s surprise, were in actuality very strong, were wrapped around his torso firmly.

“I told you Potter, you will need time to heal.” Though the words were meant to be cold, they came out to be a soft purring on the side of Harry’s neck. At this point, he had determined that there was something wrong with his professor, but now had to question his own sanity. Was he actually getting shivers of excitement from this? A long shudder urged its way down his spine, leaving him gasping for sweet air.

Severus held onto the boy tightly, bringing him to his feet once more. He watched as Harry toiled to gain his footing, finally gathering his strength to hold himself up. “Now may I ask what you think you are doing out of bed?” Severus took a step back, crossing his lean arms across his chest. He glared at Harry’s back for a time, awaiting an answer. “Well?”

“Well you see sir…I-I thought I was strong enough to walk…and um- I thought I would be able to come stay with you tonight…” His sentenced pitched at the end, inquiring a question. Though it seemed the boy was already dealing much of a harsh punishment for his words as he was shifting and biting his lower lip in an eager frenzy, Severus couldn’t help but smirk.

“Well Mr. Potter, it seems that you are determined enough, enough to cause yourself dizziness. So I must oblige to your request, but on one condn.” n.” Harry looked at him, his eyes confused as well as curious as to what his potion’s professor had to say. “You must stay in bed for the next few days, just so that I can make sure you are fully healed.”

Harry brought his gaze to the floor, blushing at the thought of being in his professor’s bed. ‘No, he would make me sleep on a couch or something. No need to worry myself over this.’ Finally he nodded with a childlike glance to his teacher. Severus walked over to Harry, “Grab your things; we will go to my quarters now.”

Harry nodded once more and proceeded to gather up his items. He made sure he had all of his belongings before turning to his professor, who was leaning against the door frame, caught in thought apparently. He walked to his teacher’s side, “Ready, sir.” Severus looked down at the suitcase and nodded lightly. He turned and walked out into the hall.

All the while, Harry kept his distance behind Snape. He didn’t want to get too close and make the man uneasy about who whole situation. He watched his feet, only glancing up a few times to account for where they were heading. Finally, they reached a painting against the wall of the corridor. Severus leaned in slightly, “Lugacious.” The painting swung open for the two to enter.

Before Severus allowed Harry entrance, he turned staring at the boy. “When you come in, Lugacious will be the password, don’t forget it.” Harry simply nodded in reply and followed his now moving teacher inside the hole in the wall. He passed through the hallway, looking around at the surprisingly colorful living quarters. The wall was limed with cloth and the couch sheathed in an emerald silk.

Harry continued his inspection, taking note of the many book shelves lining the walls. Most of the books contained information on potions, but Harry did see one on Unicorns. He assumed that it was to deal with a potion that Severus was to brew or some sort of reason reng tng the potions. He looked at the fireplace near the corner of the room, its stature succeeding all the other decorations. The great oak wood towered, sharply cornering into a high mantel place.

Severus turned to Harry, watching the boy inspect the living room. “You couldn’t possibly believe everything I owned was black, could you now Mr. Potter?” His sarcasm was however pushed off as Harry simply nodded, still in awe of the heftily built fireplace. Severus walked over to the boy, “The bedroom is this way Potter. You must remember our terms of staying. You will be in bed for the next several days, until I deem you fully recovered.”

Harry finally broke away from his trance to stare at his professor wide-eyed. “I-I’m staying in your bed?” Severus let out a slight sigh. “Of course Potter. I didn’t have this built for more than one person, so I shall simply have to take the couch, unless you can hold your pride back during the night so that I too may enjoy my bed.” Harry tried to withhold the growing red that was now burning like a great flame on his cheeks.

“Yes, sir. I can hold my pride.” Harry didn’t much feel to argue with his most hated enemy. The man was taking care of him. He would have to push back his anger or embarrassment. However, something in the back of his mind was rejoicing at sharing the bed with his professor. His heart began to beat once more, erratically pounding at his chest.

“Good. Now follow me, Potter.” Severus turned to walk down the width of the room, entering a doorway located near a towering book case, which for this room was not uncommon. Harry followed a short length behind, hold his hands tightly clasped against his front. He walked through the arch that framed the door and was soon greeted with a dark starkness that hitched his breathing. You could say that Harry found it a bit, erotic.

Now the beating of his heart was apparent through the unvoiced space between Snape and him. He moved slightly, allowing his bags to drop to the ground. He felt the easing breeze softly bite at his skin. The iced morning windows streaked light against the astonishingly huge bedroom.

A break of sweat trickled down the length of his nose as another’s body was pushing his against the back wall. One hand placed on his chest while the other one tangled in his hair. His breathing was heavy with desire as lips pressed gently against his. What was happening? He felt the hand on his chest ease down his front, residing on his hard arousal that was tenting in between his thighs.

A feverish sweat broke out over his forehead, neck and what now seemed to be his bare chest. ‘Wait, when did my shirt come off?’ He felt the icy cold hand seep below the threshold of his now painfully tight pants, easing down to touch the tip with talented fingers. Harry suppressed a moan that caught in his throat, but soon soft touches were too much to tolerate and he gave out a leisured moan. He felt firm hands shaking his shoulders. PottPotter! Wake up…wake up!” Harry opened his eyes slightly, widening at the sight. Severus stood over him, his eyes wide. “Professor?” Severus let out an annoyed sigh, picking Harry up anto nto his arms. “What happened?”

He was brought to the bed and put down gently. “You passed out as soon as you entered the room. This is why I think you need to rest now. You were also muttering things…did you dream something, Potter?” His eye lifted, intrigued by the moan he had heard just a few minutes ago. Harry shook his head slightly, relaxing his eyelids over the mass that were deemed his eyes.

‘So I dreamt the whole thing?’ He blushed fiercely, remembering the caresses and how they had caused him to moan out in pleasure. He pushed away his thoughts and looked up at his professor, who was now sitting in a chair near the bed. “Sir, you don’t have to stay here…I am fine now.”

Severus threw a hand in the air in a brushing away manner as though he was tossing aside the idea. “Mr. Potter, I must make sure that you do not kill yourself…just go to sleep.” Harry reddened in anger, but soon admitted defeat by thrusting his head back against the pillow, closing his eyes. ‘I have to say that this is the softest bed I have ever slept on.’

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Morning brought light parading into dark room, striping across the bed. Harry turned slightly, noticing a warm texture next to his body. His breathing hitched once more as his eyes came to open. Next to his boy lay his teacher, Professor Snape. Though he was about to jump out of the covers and to the ground, he remembered that Snape had told him that he was going to sleepthe the bed as well.

Instead of moving, he in reaction blushed violently. His body was pressed against the man in front of him. It was concluded that sometime during the night, he had found refuge in his professor’s warm mass. Harry had to admit that the usually stiff body was now relaxed and firm with muscle mass.

As soon as he was beginning to caown,own, Snape turned over bringing them face to face. Now when I talk face to face, their noses at this point were touching. Severus’ eyes widened as he noticed the boy was dangerously close to him. He pushed away from the body immediately, letting out an angry groan. “Damn brat…” He shifted off the bed, slipping a robe that rested on the arm of the chair and pulling it over his body.

Harry let a small sigh pass his lips as he turned away from his potion’s teacher, “Sorry, sir.” He felt the burning red now rushing over his face. All he knew was that he was just spooning his teacher and this sometimes didn’t go over well with people—especially the man hlf. lf. He broke into a sweat; thinking of excuses for what his actions was a result of. Nothing came to mind and he simply agreed to the silent method.

Severus on the other hand had felt differently from the situation. His heart was racing and his breathing heavy. His body was reacting like he never expecte to. to. He had to go take a very cold shower now; otherwise, he might not live up to his cold outlook. He walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He pushed his head against the door, trying to figure out why his body was reacting this way.

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Nothing was said between the two that day. Harry spent his time in the room, sleeping mostly but every now and then, he would take a book from the shelf and begin to read. Severus on the other hand, was keeping his distance by reviewing his lesson plans for the next few weeks after Christmas vacation. He pushed aside the parchment finally. His eyes danced over the letters once more.

He looked to the clock hanging above his mantel. 11:31 pm; he was completely tired, but he wondered if it was a bright idea to sleep in the bed tonight. He shrugged, figuring that he could handle the spooning. He really wanted to sleep on the bed tonight, not just because it was his but because he wanted to be near the boy. As much as he wanted to deny it, he liked being near the boy.

He walked smoothly over to the bedroom and finally over to the bed. He removed his shirt and slipped beneath the covers. Turning over, he watched Harry sleep. Sleep crept over his eyes, drawing them closed and darting into subconscious realities.

He awoke with a start, feeling the boy’s body close to his. He glanced down at Harry, watching the boy nestle into the hitch in his neck. Severus felt his body begin to react and couldn’t suppress the moan that erupted when Harry’s hand brushed over his throbbing arousal. He finally couldn’t take anymore and leaned his head down, catching the boy’s lips with his.

Fire burned low in his chest as access to the boy’s mouth was granted; all the while his hands traced invisible patterns over the boy’s back. He turned, pushing Harry onto his back and left him hovering over the boy’s body. “P-Profess-“ He was silenced by feverish lips engulfing his with wet mas
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‘Am I dreaming again?’ He felt a hand crawl its way under his shirt, teasing the pebble like fixture that was stationed just below Harry’s collarbone. Harry felt spiking pleasure erupt in shivers that cascading his spine’s length. He moaned into his teacher’s mouth, trying to bring his mind to think properly. The entire world swirled in dripping bliss, curving around hot spots that Harry felt on his body.

Touches caressed surprisingly sensitive parts of Harry’s body. His tongue was occupied with battling the intruding tongue to the death, though it seemed he was on the losing side most of the time. Who was he kidding, he was being coaxed into an area he had never experienced and loved every part of it.

Severus was slowly gaining back control over his thoughts and body. He stopped abruptly, leaving a confused Harry lying on his back blushing with mad desire. He felt his loins tremble with the erotic sight of the boy. “This is wrong…” He moved from the bed, grabbiis ris robe and walking out of the room with amazing pace. He went to the couch, his eyes glaring at the dark wall.

Harry sat up slightly, shaking off his confusion and now being overcome with anger. He felt utterly stupid for allowing himself get so into the touches that he simply disregarded that Snape was a teacher and probably mistook him for someone else. But that would not explain why he had viewed it to be wrong. If he thought Harry was someone else, why had he felt it was wrong?

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The following few days were awkward for both of the two men. Harry kept to the room whilst Severus busied himself with reading on the many potions that he planned to make by the end of the year. Both had been affected by the previous night’s activities.

Severus walked to the door of the bedroom, knocking slightly. When he received no reply, he entered to find Harry was showering in the bathroom. He knew that the boy would not appreciate coming out of the shower to find his professor in the room, but he needed to quickly grab a book from the shelf that resided on the other side of the room. He walked timidly to the book shelf, taking the book from the space in between the tight space of books.

Harry walkut fut from the shower, thankfully fully dressed. He watched his professor walk from the book shelf to the door. “Good evening, sir.” Severus turned to him as though a deer hit by a bullet. His hands clasped tightly to the book he held in his hands, while his eyes traveled over Harry’s form. “Mr. Potter…” He regarded finally, breaking back into his cold self.

Harry walked over to the man on the other side of the room, taking not of the way he stood. He looked down at the book that Severus was holding, his eyes glaring back at the man before him. “What is that for?” Severus snorted slightly, “Nosy brat. If you must know, it is for a potion I plan to make.” He turned to walk away, but his arm was caught by Harry’s surprisingly strong hand.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Severus looked back to Harry. “I have not been avoiding you, Potter. I have simply been busy.” Harry looked at him, flushed with anger. “Busy?! You are ashamed of what happened is what kept you busy!” He dropped his hand from his professor’s arm, his body trembling with fury.

Severus grabbed Harry’s shoulders, pushing him against the wall. “What do you want me to do POTTER? I can’t simply do what I like to you!” Harry was caught off guard by Snape’s tone of voice. It was angry, yet soft with pain. Did Snape feel something for him, or was it simply because he was trying to let Harry down easy?

Before Harry had time to respond, fierce lips pressed against his in a bruising kiss. An agile tongue pushed its way past his lips and into the hot cavern in his mouth. A firm body enveloped his body, sandwiching him between the wall and his professor’s body. He couldn’t help the moan that gradually let out of his throat and into his potion’s professor’s mouth.

Needing of air finally tore the two apart, gasping in great puffs of air. “Sir…I-I…” Severus pressed a hand to Harry’s mouth, bringing his eyes level with Harry’s. He slid the fingertips along the soft skin, down the side of Harry’s neck, continuing down to the dipping collarbone. He brought his hot seeking lips to the boy’s neck, taking the skin into his mouth and sucking harshly against it.

Harry felt his body shiver with need for more of these flavored love bites. The sucking of his skin was demandingly erotic as well as a pleasuring surge. Severus guided his idle hand down the boy’s torso, resting at the tip of the shirt and pulling it up and over the boy’s head. Harry couldn’t think clearly. Thus, he obediently lifted his arms, resting them on his teacher’s shoulders.

Severus took in the boy’s scent. His body began responding fully to the boy’s erotic state. “Oh Merlin…” He gathered Harry’s lips with his, pushing past the gentle tha that tasted of salt and mint. He tasted the hot wetness that collaborated in the boy’s deep cavern, drowning in the sweet velvet mass that moved against his.

Harry gasped, feeling a hand on his arousal, rubbing in torturing circles around the tip. “Please…” He didn’t quite know what he wanted at this point, but he knew that he wanted the ministrations to continue at a fast pace. Severus pulled down the pajama pants, placing his hand firmly on Harry’s erection. “Please what, Mr. Potter?”

Harry swallowed hard, gasping sharply as the hand held tightly to his length, rubbing the tip with a wide thumb. “Please…I ne-need you…” Harry moaned as the hand ran along his length, speedily bringing him to his mounting ecstasy. He began to thrust his hips into the talented hand that caused him to groan with pleasure. Severus continued to roughly run his hand along the hard flesh, dwelling in the feeling of the boy’s heated body against his.

‘Damn Potter…damn him…’ He felt the hot liquid spread over his hand as his name was called out into the dark of the room. He caught the flaccid Harry in his arms, bringing the boy to his chest. He grabbed his wand from his robes and whispered the cleaning spell, before taking the boy into his arms. He brought the light form to his bed and gently set the boy down. His eyes wandered the amazing sight in front of him.

‘Why do I feel this way? Why do I feel like I want to always be here for Harry?’ He felt his body’s trepidation at the thought of having to express what he felt for the boy. He knew that their relationship would not go far. Though, he seemed to still hope to take these next two weeks as though they were the lasys oys of his life.

He settled himself next to Harry, pulling the boy into his embrace. ‘I can at least give up on being cold to the boy for a while…’ He closed his eyes, relaxing into the soft bed beneath them. He awaited the reaction he would receive tomorrow by the boy-who-lived.

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A/N: That’s all for now. Don’t forget to review on what you thought.