Such a Thin Line

We've been walking all night

Rating: NC-17, of course. This is slash between two men, if you don't like that sort of thing them click the back button right now.

Summary: What happened when they left the wedding reception.

Such A Thin Line part 2
By Annabella

We've been walking all night. Talking about nothing and everything at the same time. I don't know actually when we apparated to Hogmeade but we're there now. We've walked to the end of the main road, up atop a small hill over looking the town. We have an astonishing view of the raising sun from here. The first rays of sunlight are beginning to push their way past the edge of the horizon. It's been a long time since I've seen a sunrise and one so beautiful at that. It could be that I've been living in a dungeon too long or that the newfound love has made me see things a little bit difficulty"”newer, brighter.

I almost didn't go to Remus and Hermione's wedding. The idea of being surrounded be people, happy people, made me violently shudder. Oh, I had the excuses rehearsed. From "˜I'm too busy.' "˜I have important research to conduct.' To "˜No, damnit I don't want to go!' Alas, Albus wouldn't hear of it. He practically dragged me, kicking and screaming, to the blasted thing. I must remind myself to thank him later.

I won't even began to go in to detail about the fury raging through my veins when I first realized I was trapped into that broom closet with none other than Harry "˜bloody' Potter.

That boy"”no man"”irritated my to no ends. To think that I succumbed to him during the final battle with Voldemort. That memory haunted me everyday I had to see him in class the final week of his seventh year. I loved him. Loved him more than I've loved anything else in my life. Told him so too, damnit! His final day at Hogwarts was the day that my heart broke, his heart along with it. He came to me that night. Pushing my feels for him down deep I told him in not so certain terms that I used him, that I didn't love him. How I lied. I couldn't stand to see the hurt, rejection in his eyes so I turned straight around and bolted to my private chambers. I didn't see him again for a year. Then there I was, confronted with my deepest regret. He had returned last year to teach at Hogwarts. The newest in a long line of Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.

He stood before me. My lost love and he wants to know why. Why I lied to him, sent him away? I didn't answer him. It was stupid of me to think that if I didn't answer him, he would go away. How wrong I was? He's like a dog with a bone once he gets a hold of something"”he doesn't let go. I didn't even have to say a word. He came to his own conclusion of the meaning of my words two years old. He concluded that I wasn't good enough for him. I wasn't. I was a death eater; I've done and seen horrible things. My hands are covered in blood. I sold my soul to the devil. A devil that was hell bent on taking over the world, stepping on and destroying anything and anyone in his path. And I joined him willingly. Not to mention that I'm old enough to be his father, that I'm a cold, bitter sarcastic excuse for a man. I don't deserve his love, or anyone's for that matter. These simple facts didn't seem to matter as he backed me up against the door. I was in total shock as he kissed me. I couldn't respond for the first few moments. When I finally started to kiss him back it was like coming home. It felt so right. How could I have thought that this was so wrong?

I succumbed to Harry Potter"”again, in a broom closet no less. His hands and lips marked me as his. He claimed me with his body, mind, and soul. Teasing me, pushing me to my limits"”to the edge. I enjoyed every minute of it. What can I say, the best damn sexy I evad wad was in a broom closet with Harry Potter. A memory I will treasure for the rest of my life.

I'm pulled out of my reverie by the realization that we have stopped walking. Apparently to watch the sunrise. I'm leaning against an oak tree with my lover's back pressed against my front. My lover, how I like the sound of that.

We stand in silence watching the horizon dance from light purple through every shade of orange, pink, and red. Watching the bright yellow ball of celestial fury make its ascent into the sky I'm the first to break the silence, "The first day of the rest of my life." So cliché but actually how I feel.

He turns in my arms, "Such a waste, the last two years." He lightly brushes his lips against mine before pulling away slightly. "Where do we go from here, Severus?" I tighten my hold on him.

"Well, considering that we both have to teach on Monday, back to Hogwarts. Albus is missing his Charms' teacher already. I don't think he would take too kindly to missing his Potions and Defense teacher as well," I smirk as I place tiny kisses along his neck. I find that this distracts him.

"So true, but that's not what I mean. Students will notice that their Defense teacher is hanging out in the dungeons more than normal and vise versa if you are coming and going from my room too much and"¦" he was having difficulties finishing his line of thought as I nipped at his earlobe. He shivered in my arms.

My insecurities came rushing back. Reality caught up with him. He knows that this can't work. This time it's mine turn to pull back, "Mr. Potter, you're not trying to tell my that you would be ashamed for others to know of our relationship, are you?" Gods please don't let it be true! I separate totally from him, turning my back to him.

He grabs my arm and turns me around. He's angry, I can see it in his eyes. "Ashamed of you, never! Like it or not you're stuck with me," he cups my face with his hands pulling me down until I'm mere centimeters from his face, "For eternity, if you'll have me?" Our lips meet.

Did he just ask me what I think he just asked me? I break the kiss and look directly into his eyes; "Eternity is an awful long time, Harry. Are you sure that's what you want?"

He drops to one knee taking my left-hand in both of his. Looking up at me with those green pools he speaks from his heart, "Severus for the last two years the memory of you has haunted my every waking moment and my dreams. Up until last night I thought that was all I was ever going to have, the memory of you. Now that you're here in the flesh and not just in my mind's eye, I'm not going to let you go. I want to spend the rest of my life making love to you. I want to love you forever and beyond. So please say yes to eternity with me? It won't be dull." His eyes are pleading with me.

How can I say no to that? "Being dull was never a concern. Yes, eternity sounds like a fair bargain, if that is what I have to do to wake up next to you everyday." He raises from his kneeling position to wrap his arms around my neck. Pushing his lips to mine. "Home?" I ask quickly between kisses. He nods in agreement.

Walking seeming to far, we apparate to just outside the gates of Hogwarts. We're still kissing. Walking up the stone path to the castle it's obvious to any on looker that may be peering out the windows that we're in love. We're holding hands and throwing quick glances at each other when we think the other isn't looking. How could I have thrown this out over two years ago? It's not even my luck that the famous Mr. Potter, my Harry, is like a bad knut that keepmingming back. No pun intended"”at least while in public.

It's still early as we enter the castle. It's Sunday morning after a Hogsmeade weekend so the majority of the students will still be asleep for at least a few more hours. Which also means breakfast won't be served for almost that much time also. My stomach is protesting that fact"”loudly. I hear Harry trying desperately to suppress a wave of giggles. "And what may I ask is so funny?" I ask using my most stern teacher's voice. It's not working. He quells over with laughter. I raise my eyebrow at him. That works.

Gasping for breath he tries to speak, "Sorry, but just the idea of going to the kitchens together," he pauses to control his hilarity, "the look on Dobby's face will be priceless." Another wave of laughter overtakes him.

Sighing I must ask the ineludible to confirm my suspensions, "He also knows of us?"

Taking a deep breath he turns serious, "Don't be upset. He found me that night, after I visited you. I'd been wandering the halls for hours, thinking and crying. He was afraid I might do something rash so he"¦he followed me around until I told him what was wrong. I spent the next hour talking him out of killing you. You're not mad are you?"

I take him in my arms again, "How can I be mad? But that does explain his odd behavior toward me during the last two years." I can feel the laughter jolt through his body. I kiss him thoroughly forgetting where we are until I heard the first stirrings of the castle. Reluctantly releasing his lips I turn to see two students descending the main staircase. "Quick to the kitchens," I grab his arm and drag him in the directions of the kitchens.

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The visit to the kitchens was indeed eventful. Dobby's first reaction to the news startled me. If I didn't know that he used to be Malfoy's house elf I would serious wonder where he learned to threaten people so"”pleasantly. The "˜you hurt Harry Potter sir, I's hurt you, sir' was a little disturbing and seriously taken considering who makes my meals.

Spread out in front of me is a breakfast feast fit for royalty, and it's court. Dobby really did go all out on this one. In all my life and my time here at Hogwarts I've never seen so much food for just two people. A good preservation spell and we wouldn't have to leave the dungeons for a year or more. That is definita goa good idea for when Sirius Black finds out about my new "˜understanding' with he godson I will need a good place to hide, perhaps for the rest of my life.

I sit here on the floor of my sitting room in front of the fireplace. Even that it's the hottest May in history the dungeons and my chambers are rather cool. A fire is needed. My young lover's skin glows in the firelight. My angel shoveling endless amounts of food into his mouth. Is his stomach endless? Okay, maybe we can only say hold up down here for six months at the rate he's eating. "Are you always this hungry?" I ask to satisfy my curiosity.

"I love food. Being denied food for most of your live makes you appreciate it a bit more. Also, not eating much for dinner last night before I was unavoidably detained doesn't help. So yes, I can usual pack it away," he finishes as he pops a strawberry into his mouth. I envy that strawberry, and the grape before that and the cherry before that, and"¦bloody hell! When did food become so erotic?

"Sev?"
"Yes?" I respond to my new nickname.

A wickedly devilish smile spreads across his face; "Do you want the last strawberry?" Looking down to the bowl confirms that that strawberry is indeed the last one. The little"”okay not so little"”brat ate almost all the fruit by himself. And you enjoyed watching him? A little voice said inside my head"”So?

"Yes I would." I'm not going to let him eat all the fruit.

He places the said fruit between his teeth and mumbles past it, "Come get it." The very sight of him lounging back on his elbows, legs parted, and a big bright, ripe strawberry in his mouth is too hard to resist. I slowly prowl toward him on my hands and knees. He parts his legs more to accommodate me. Lowering my face to his I take the offered fruit. Then kiss him. The taste of fresh picked fruit explodes in my mouth. His lips and tongue are soft and gentle against mine.

Supporting myself with one arm I bring my other hand up to undo the buttons on his shirt. Hunger for each other drives us, we can't seem to undress quickly enough. I hear cloth ripping and buttons landing on the hard stone floor around us. In record time we both find ourselves totally divested.

The kiss that started off sweet and gentle turns hungry and urgent. He's a drug and I'm a hopeless addict. With a quick flick of his hand the breakfast food and dishes disappear.

I thoroughly explore the skin of his neck and ear with my tongue. The warm tuffs of air against his skin send shivers straight to his cock. It jumps against my thigh. Not too gently I attend to his nipples, nipping and sucking the one while twisting and pinching the other. Soft moans are filling the room, all of which aren't his. The grinding of his hips crushes our erections together. It's madding. His hands are gripping my back, nails digging into flesh. There'll be marks tomorrow.

The gentleness of out first and second time is gone as he hungrily sucks my fingers"”preparing them. Once he deems them thoroughly coated he glides my hand to his entrance. Suddenly the idea that he has never been on the receiving end of this before springs to my mind. "Harry, have you"¦" I'm unable to finish his fingers cover my lips.

"No, I haven't." those three simple words that my breath away. He's willingly giving himself to me. A gift that I'm not entirely sure should be mine for the taking. "Severus, I want you to take me," he says trying to reassure me that this is what he really wants.

"I don't want to hurt you," my voice is choked with emotion. He really wants me. This angel of the magical world wants me. I don't think that I'm going to get used to that.

"You won't. Please, move, do something"¦" he wiggles down on my fingers that are still positioned at the tight ring of muscle. I push in slightly, checking his face for permission to continue. He nods. I continue until one slick finger is fully inside him. Holding still, withdrawing it and pushing back in. My other hand coils around his dripping prick. Squeezing gently in front while fucking him slowly with now two fingers he's balancing on the edge of ecstasy. A little more pressure here or deeper there he will be pushed over the edge. He's writhing under my touch. When I don't think that he can stand anymore of this torture I release his prick.

With my two fingers that are still embedded up his tight arse I search and find his prostate. "Oh, gods, Sev"¦" he pushes into my touch, "Do that again." I do. I add a third finger to the mix, scissoring them apart, coaxing tight muscle to relax, stretch. Working in and out of him hitting his nub with every stroke. Tiny, very erotic sounds pour from his lips. A faint layer of sweat coats his skin, glowing in the firelight.

He opens his eyes and locks them with mine. The emerald green is dark with desire. I could do this forever, finger fucking him while watching his eyes dance with need. My eyes lower to his lips. They are parted, red and swollen. We kiss, my tongue seeking entrance. He doesn't hesitant to grant my request. My tongue plunges into his hot, wet cavern. I can feel all the passion, lust, and most of all love pouring out of him and into me. The magic that's flowing between us is setting my skin on fire. Voldemort himself could enter them anm and I wouldn't be able to stop kissing him. Reluctantly disengaging his lips I brush soft kisses over his cheek, down his neck, and back up to his ear. "You're so beautiful," I push on his prostate, "so hot," I wiggle my fingers, "so tight."

His nails are once again in my back. "Oh, Severus"¦I"¦you"¦inside"¦now," he cries out between pants. I remove my fingers from the carefully stretched hole. Positioning the head of my cock there.

Supporting myself with both hands either side of his body I ask one more time, "this may hurt a bit. You're sure this is what you want?"

His eyes locks with mine once again, "More than anything, please!" he begs.

Slowly, very careful I enter him, just the top to begin with, checking his face for any sign of pain or discomfort. His breath hitches and I stop all movement. "Alright?" I ask.

"Oh sev"¦you"¦don't"¦stop." Lifting his head up he meets my lips with his. Taking this opportunity I thrust my full length in him, swallowing his half moan, half cry.

Closing my eyes and thinking of England I take a moment to regain my composer and let him adjust to the fullness. It wouldn't be good for this to be over before it began and to be painful on top of that. Opening my eyes I see tears at the corners of his. Oh gods, I hurt him! "Do you want to stop?" I ask, silently hoping that he doesn't. I will stop all he has to do is tell me to.

"No, it just feels"¦strange"¦burns"¦is it always like this?" His eyes clenches close. Two silent tears run down his face to his ears.

"No, my love," I pull out slightly and push back in, making sure to hit his prostate. His head rolls to one side and a moan of pleasure escapes pass his lips. I repeat this slow process of gentle withdrawal and thrust. "Better?" I ask.

"Much," he practically purrs. His hands work their way from my abused shoulders to my arse cupping and squeezing. His lips brush my ear, "Faster, please?" Granting his request I speed up my movements. The kneading of my arse cheeks became tuned with my thrust into his lithe body. Another whisper in my ear, "Harder?" I thrust harder into him at the same moment he clenches my bottom pulling me closer and aching his body up into me. I violently rub over his prostate. He seems to improve as he screams "˜oh gods, yes!' over and over in my ear with each stroke. At this pace my control breaks and I began to pound him in earnest. His legs come up and around me granting me better access to his tight flesh. His cries of encouragement are pushing me on and upward.

His body trembles as the first wave of orgasm hits his body. Hot white cum splatter our stomachs. His arse muscles clench and unclench around me, but I hold off, wanting this to last for him. His body calms around me. I thrust a few more times before diving deep and releasing my seed in my lover.

Sweaty and exhausted I collapse down by his side pulling him close. Nestling up against my chest he plants kisses from my collarbone, up my neck, over my chin and than finally to my lips. The kiss is different from the others"”unhurried, tender. It's not filled with desire, lust, or want but filled with love and contentment. It's the sweetest kiss I've shared.

Slowly he pulls back, "That was incredible, love. Thank you."

For what? I'm the one that should be thanking him. For letting my love him, for giving me a gift, for just being Harry"”my Harry. "I love you."

"And I love you," he props himself up on his elbow, "Now, do you having something against beds?" He grinds his renewed erection against my hip.

"Ah, the joys of being young, truly insatiable. Bed sounds like a rather good idea right now." He beams and grinds some more. "For sleep," I add. His grin falls but he yawns.

"Good idea," he agrees"”reluctantly.

Disentangling limbs and raising to our feet I lead him to my bedroom and my bed.

"BLOODY HELL!" a very irate Sirius Black shouted some time later. Two sleepy eyed figures bolt up right from their slumber.

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