--Holding On--

—Holding On—
Summary: Harry is forced to learn Occlumency; Severus is forced to teach it. Harry finds out soon enough that everyone has their secrets; Severus finds out a new little something about himself.

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, and I do not gain profit from these stories.
All the errors are mine, since I have yet to get a beta.
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Rated NC-17 for sexual situations, violence, rape, and language.
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Genre: Angst, romance, and thriller.
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
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Author: Brianna aka Bree
Email: oxymoron_leader@hotmail.com
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Chapter Two

Harry watched Snape for what seemed to be hours, before the man’s gaze finally rested on him and what could be considered a smile crept over his face. “How very Slytherin of you, Mister Potter.” Harry smirked slightly, knowing that this was a way of complimenting him.

Severus felt his insides jerk; the boy truly did want him, but why? Why would the famous golden-boy want his greasy potion’s professor? He leaned forward, once again dominating those pleading lips. He had decided that he would continue this, but didn’t understand why he would risk his job just for this boy. He growled inwardly, cursing his hormones, or was it more?

Harry felt his body limp, but was caught by strong arms that held him close. “Professor, uh, will I be able to see you more after this?” Severus rested his lips against Harry’s neck, sighing out.

“If we are going to go about some kind of relationship, you can call me Severus. As for spending more time, I will figure a way for you and me to see each other. Other than that, you will just have to stick with seeing me in Occlumency lessons.” He really was beginning to surprise himself. Never had he wanted to pursue something like this, but Harry made him feel different, he just couldn’t explain it.

Harry nodded, moaning softly as the skin on his neck was sucked lightly, massaged with a mouth that was warmer than anything he had ever experienced. He felt his body tingled all over, resonating in his growing erection. Severus nipped and sucked at the expanse of skin, softer than silk. He couldn’t help it; he simply wanted the boy too much.

Harry tilted his head, allowing more of his neck to be exposed. “Ahn, Severus,” he breathed out heatedly. He wasn’t very experienced, but of what he knew, this was better than anything he had done yet. For some reason, his whole mind crumbled and he was left gasping for air and calling out his professor’s name.

Severus took that as a sign that the boy enjoyed the attention he was giving the expanse of neck. He was slowly being drawn in by the way his name so easily passed those lips; how each touch sent the boy quivering beneath the cover of his robes; how his heart beat with incredible speed underneath Severus’ hand. Yes, this was definitely worth the risk. The boy was captivating, sending erotic fantasies to glow within a frozen mind. To send blood back to an organ that hadn’t seen a full erection in years.

He felt the heat; the cream of skin; and most of all, the youth beneath his finger tips. He knew full well that he was old enough to be the boy’s father, but for some reason, that excited him. Yes, excited him; so much to know he tasted the forbidden fruit; something no one had yet tasted. He could tell by the way the boy gasped and writhed beneath his body, that he had never felt such ecstasy.

He drew the outer clothing from the boy’s body, pooling near their bent knees and watching the crimson flush all over Harry’s cheeks. What a beautiful blush it was. Severus found that he was awing at the boy, wondering how he could have missed such beauty for so many years; four years to be exact.

Harry breathed out his excitement, finally opening his eyes to an equally flushed man. Severus was not just arousing him, he was mesmerizing him. Harry shifted under the gaze, watching as elegant hands came up to his shirt, unknotting the tie and pulling it away. His eyes never left Harry’s. He began to remove every button from its placement, finally opening the shirt and relishing on the pale skin exposed. It was such a lithe form; skin like soft silk that expanded on growing muscle and across a tiny waist.

“Harry, you are beautiful.” Harry watched the man with widened eyes. He was just called beautiful, by a person he thought hated him with such a passion. He felt hands run over the skin enveloping his stomach. He closed his eyes, shivering at the touch and moaning into it. He couldn’t help but praise Merlin for everything. He gasped finally when the lining of his trousers was softly tugged at. When did the man unbutton and unzip them?

Severus pulled away at the offending material, gifting himself with the sight of a fully hard fifteen year-old. His hands played over the bulge in the boy’s briefs, smiling lightly at the way the boy moaned and pushed into his hand. Yes, definitely a virgin, he thought with a smirk. He would be Harry’s first, and that definitely made him feel empowered. But as he slowly grew to know the boy, he was slowly becoming protective and possessive of him. He found himself think, ‘Mine and only mine, forever.’

Harry felt heat rise and fall in his chest, spreading over his skin like a plague. He shifted under the hand, wanting more contact. “Please,” he finally groaned out, not knowing exactly what he wanted but having a good idea. Severus looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Yes, Harry? What do you want me to do?” Severus smirked at how wanton the boy was. His hand smoothed over the bulge; teasing the boy further, wanting to hear Harry plead for him to take him, give him pleasure.

“Please, I need you.” Harry gasped as the body of his soon-to-be-lover came close to his and rubbed a very obvious erection of his potion’s master. He groaned, jerking his hips to meet the others and trying to with hold any moan that might pass his lips.

“Let me hear you, Harry.” Severus devoured the skin on the boy’s neck once more, marking him. He owned Harry, completely. He slowly lowered his mouth, kissing and sucking, nipping and licking any part of the boy he could. His mouth rested on the pebbled nubs of the boy’s nipples. He covered his mouth over one, shifting the hard skin between his teeth and nibbling down gently. He was rewarded with a groan from the boy. His hips came up to meet Severus’ stomach, in an attempt to further his pleasure.

Severus lined down the boy’s middle with his tongue, tracing it around his naval and finally delving inside to taste out its contents. Harry gasped above him, finally grabbing the black strands of hair and began to grasp them gently. Severus continued lower, peeling away some of the white material to suck in light skin, and further tease the boy by staying there a few moments to truly taste the innocence.

“Please, I want you.” Harry felt the heat of the man’s mouth go lower still, until his briefs were finally pulled off completely and his erection taken fully into the hot cavern on Severus’ mouth. He moaned softly, jerking his hips absently to push more of the heat over his organ. Strong hands clasped his hips, holding him down.

“Ah…Severus…” he moaned incoherently, hoping to voice his pleasure. He was feeling nearer to the edge, but each time he would almost get there, Severus would slow down and make him made with need. “Merlin,” he gasped, feeling Severus speed up and allow him to hit the edge; jump into the river of ecstasy. He arched completely, spilling his seed with the cry of his lover’s name. Finally, he limped, feeling the hard carpet beneath him and relishing in the hot after-glow of the pleasure.

Severus smiled as he watched the boy relax. He had swallowed all of the bitter pleasure that the boy had gratefully given him. Harry was truly a sight. When he arched in complete ecstasy, his glasses clattered to the floor and a huge sigh of Severus’ name escaped his lips. He had truly laid claim to the beautiful boy, lying satisfied on the ground. It was still late in the afternoon, so he saw no reason why the boy could not sleep there.

He got up, leaving his aching flesh unattended to and picked the spent boy off the ground. He walked to his bedroom and laid the boy out beneath the covers. Harry looked up at him with a lazy gaze that was accompanied by a beautiful smile that made Severus’ heart ache with happiness. Was he happy? He didn’t really know, but it felt that way. The boy had felt so right in his arms, calling out his name, and now lying in his bed.

Severus turned to leave, but as he was leaving he heard a soft voice behind him. “Are you leaving?” The boy sounded nervous and very uncomfortable. He turned to watch the boy look at him with worry.

“Not if you don’t want me to,” he heard himself saying as he moved over to stand next to the bed. Harry nodded towards him and so he slipped beneath the covers to join the boy. Harry instantly curled into his body, fitting perfectly underneath his chin. Severus could all but help his arms encircling Harry protectively and sighing out in relief. Harry did want him, and Merlin help him, the boy would have him. His decision was final because as he soon began to realize, all the years of hatred, all the insults directed at the boy, were all because deep down inside of him, he truly loved Harry Potter.

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Harry awoke to a soft kiss to his forehead and the slow comfort of hands running over the naked flesh of his back. He recognized the unmistakable scent of his potion’s master and sighed happily, relieved that it had not, in fact, been a dream. He gazed up, a blurry figure smiling back at him.

“What you do to me, Harry.” Severus leaned down and kissed the boy gently. Within the schedule of three days, he had grown to love Harry. It wasn’t clear in the beginning, but now more than ever it was. He groaned slightly, noticing the time.

“Harry, we must leave, it is time for supper.” Harry reluctantly nodded. But before he sat up, he looked up at Severus, eyes confused.

“Severus, will you treat me like you always do in class?” His eyes questioned the man slightly, but he already knew the answer.

“For appearance sake, Harry, I must. In here, you can call me Severus. However, outside this room, you must continue calling me Professor.” Harry nodded at him and sat up, getting out of the bed and heading for the robes. Thank Merlin that Severus had already preformed a cleaning spell on him, or he would have been rock hard by now and stuck to the sheets.

He gathered his clothes and headed for the Great Hall to meet up with his friends. Severus gathered nothing, since he was still fully dressed, a bit flushed, but dressed none-the-less. He walked out of the rooms, obtaining his usual emotionless sneer and headed off for the Great Hall.

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Harry couldn’t help the happy smirk, written all over his face. He was completely ready to face another day, to face the friend that he thought had betrayed him but now understood more than ever. He caught sight of Ron and Hermione, waving and gathering their food. Harry looked up at the head table and watched as Sev—Snape entered and sat down, glancing at him quickly before resuming his stone gaze.

“’ello Harry!” Ron said excitedly, before shoveling more food into his mouth. Hermione sighed out, exasperated with Ron’s display. “Ron, you will never learn when manners are appropriate, will you?” She looked over to Harry as he sat down, smiling one of her more beautiful smiles.

“Where have you been all day? Ron and I have looked for you everywhere.” Ron gave an agreeable nod, but continued to fish in his food.

“Sorry, Snape told me that he wanted to spend today with teaching me about the spells I will have to learn,” Hermione nodded in understanding, but kept her eyes on Ron as if mesmerized by his eating habits.

“Ron, if you continue to eat like that, you might choke on mashed potatoes.” Harry laughed as he watched Ron look up at her, and with a spoonful of mashed potatoes, mockingly shove it in his mouth. Hermione simply rolled her eyes at his attempt of teasing and turned back to Harry.

“Is being with Snape all day as bad as you thought?” Harry shook his head in reply, beginning to eat his food, but with manners and small spoonfuls. Hermione smiled and began to eat idly.

Harry looked over Ron’s shoulder to see Draco watching the table, but as their eyes met, Draco looked down at his plate, as if he knew that Harry had seen them. Harry smirked and continued to eat his food. He was, like Hermione, thoroughly amused by Ron’s eating habits.

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Author’s Notes: I know this chapter was a bit shorter, but the next chapter will be much longer and with a *lot* more meat ^^