Prima Amoris

“Ah, I assume it went well,” he spoke with an air of accomplishment. Though it quickly faded when Snape stared him down.

“How do you think it went?” he snapped back, a bit more harsh than he meant.

“Apparently, you've failed to realize who we are dealing with. The oversized Gryffindor-esque ego that is Harry Potter,” he gloated. Yet Dumbledore quickly broke Snape's quip.

“Actually, this is more of a Slytherin tactic. No wonder the Sorting hat felt Harry should've been placed there,” Dumbledore murmured. Snape's jaw nearly slid off his face in shock, but he quickly regained his composure.

“What are we going to do about this, Albus? I figure talking isn't the best course of action,” Snape drawled sarcastically.

"Well, I shall leave it up to you, Severus. I've been busy planning our next assault on the Death Eaters. And with the information that you supplied, our people should be able to bring down Voldemort's supporter's without a hitch," Albus said, almost dismissive of Snape's qualms.

"The next time I see Potter, he's getting petrified and drowned in a solution of the antidote. I see your resignation of the matter as giving me free reign to handle it," Snape said threateningly smug. Albus only sighed and popped another lemon drop into his mouth.

"Severus, do you want to be responsible for the death of Harry Potter? The Prophet would see to it that you were hung for the death of the Boy Who Lived," he said, gazing at Severus with a look of knowing.

"The fact that you are a Death Eater doesn't help the matter either, does it? I suggest you try again. Slip him the potion in a drink if you will. Remember, you are the Head of House for Slytherin. You've managed more cunning and conniving schemes than Salazar Slytherin himself. I trust you with this matter fully," Dumbledore stated matter of factly and at that, Snape straightened up regally.

"Yes, Headmaster. I'll see to this before dinner," Snape spoke boastfully, then left the room with a sweep of his cloak.

The headmaster broke into a fit of laughter. Harry was going to give Snape a hell of a time. This was going to bring an air of levity to Hogwarts that hadn't been since the beginnings of first year. He looked to Fawkes who returned his gaze and gave a slight coo. Albus then returned to his desk and began scrawling out the orders to the Order for Fawkes to deliver.

"This will be definitely interesting."

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Harry awoke amongst the lush carpet to find his "lover" missing. Though after scanning the room, Severus strode in, looking proud and heated. He took a look at the wide awake Harry then snapped his fingers. Immediately, two house elves appeared, and bowed deeply, nearly touching the ground with their noses. Snape smirked then snapped at them.

"You both will fetch the young Mister Potter breakfast. It will consist of two buttered croissants, diced undouin sausage, bangers, and a glass of pomegranate juice with two drops of dragon's blood. Bring the exact same thing for myself. Also, I want this carpet cleaned. After breakfast, Potter will shower and a set of clean clothes is to be placed in the bathroom as well. I want his discarded clothes returned to his dormatory, cleaned, pressed, and folded. Do you understand?" his said in a smooth yet threatening purr.

The house-elves nodded eagerly and bowed again, touching the floor this time, before leaving with a crack. Severus turned to his guest and watched as the blush swept through the young boy's face. Severus smiled, and the boy began to hyperventilate. He crossed the room and knelt down to try and calm him.

"Harry, are you okay?" he whispered. At this, Harry began to shiver uncontrollably, sobbing slightly.

"Harry. Harry, look at me. What's wrong?" he said sternly, but consolingly.

At this, Harry began to sob, hysterically. Speaking as best as he could to a shocked Severus.

"I'm sorry.....I-I don't know what I was...it's wrong.....I-I," he spilled out. "I just don't know what..."

He was cut short by Severus shoving the opening of a phial into his mouth. Harry had no choice other than choking it down, looking as if he was on the verge drowning. But then he stopped sobbing. He looked at his hands clutching Snape's robes and realized that he was sitting in Snape's lap. Harry shrieked and scrambled to try and escape. Still Snape held him fast, and pulled him into a crushing embrace which calmed the boy. After whispering a few calming words, Snape watched as Harry's breathing settled. Harry buried his face into Snape's robe and clung to his Potions' master for dear life. But he sprang away as a loud crack filled the room.

"Master Snape and Master Potter, breakfast is served," the two house elves spoke together.

"Come Potter," Snape snapped and Potter followed him to a vast dining room. "Sit, eat. All of it," he said, pointing at the chair, then the plate on the table.

Harry sat and ate quietly. He let his worries of what the contents of the potion he drank were as well as what the consequences of his behavior from last night recede to the back of his mind as he dug into the bangers. Snape watched with a half-amused expression on his face. With a hum, he began to dig into his own meal, occasionally looking up to see Harry staring at him with a wanting look in his eyes. They finished in nearly the same amount of time and the plates disappeared with a boisterous crack. Snape folded his hands in front of him and began staring into the table as if composing what he wanted to say.

"The potion I gave you was the antidote to the love potion," he said frankly, then returned to staring at the table before him.

"I'm sorry if this is painful for you but..." he stopped staring into the table once again.

His reverie was ripped from him. Hands were pulling the front of his robes open. He grew angry, and immediately tried to stand but faltered. His legs were bound to the chair under him and he looked up to see a silencing charm strike the door. Ominously, he heard the lock click with an air of finality. He continued to struggle to stand as hands brought him out and stroked him gently. Snickers met his ears as he let slip an inadvertant moan. By the time he thought to push himself away from the table, it was too late.

Harry licked ardently at the tip of Snape's cock, eliciting half-moans, half-sentences from the man. He could hear Snake cursing above him heatedly and though the man seemed uncooperative, his member more than welcomed Harry's efforts. Snape's cock stiffened immediately as Harry's tongue swept the underside of the head. Then it stopped. The Boy-Who-Lived began to further remove the robes of the older wizard, hurrying to not let his "lover" regain composure.

"Harry, you cannot do this. You will stop this now!" Snape snarled, gathering up as much ferocity he could muster. Harry giggled in reply.

"I will see you expelled for this," the Head of House threatened. Yet, Harry's laughter continued.

Snape was sent sliding backwards at the beckon of the young wizard's wand. Glaring daggers at the emerging figure, his breath caught in his throat when he saw the hunger-filled eyes of his student. Those eyes told his fate for all who dared to look. He was to be devoured whole and never released by the coils of the snake slithering up to him on hand and knee. Another flick and Snape's arms were fastened to the arms of the chair he sat in. Harry giggled again, then looked to Snape mischievously.

"Ever the Slytherin, aren't we? You had full access to your wand the entire time. You could've easily broke the binding charm on your legs. You could've blasted me into the hallway without even trying. You've let yourself be taken this time, knowing full well what I intended to do," Harry smiled smugly.

"Harry, you must stop. The effects of the potion shouldn't be affecting you anymore. This is not a good sign. You could be suffering from severe mental poisoning. Now let me up and I'll take you to the hospital wing for Madam Pomfrey to examine you," Snape reasoned forcefully.

Harry laughed again and sat himself down onto the lap of the potions master. "I thought it would be obvious by now, dear Severus. I didn't take the potion! I didn't get the chance to have any punch at the Ball."

The look of shock on Snape's face was priceless. Harry needed no other incentive and began grinding against the professor's still hard member with a mischievous glint in his eye. He slid back, cheerful that he had Severus' cock dripping with want. The moan he got from the man nearly pulled him into a frenzy, but he mastered the impulse and moved to claim the professor in his mouth. Snape was breathless. Harry hadn't stopped for breath, nor had he winced from taking Snape to the root with each throat-deep stroke he delivered. Snape's lap was wet with spit and precum, yet he couldn't even remember his own name at the moment. He was solely focused on the moist, hot mouth that happily moaned around his dick from time to time. He knew he was going to go berserk if he didn't cum soon. He was right.

Harry paused in his onslaught, muttering, "Enervate," then sucked the cock back into it's rightful place.

Snape screamed outright, nothing held back as pleasure was torn violently from his body. His sense of touch was magnified beyond comprehension and the mouth moving smoothily, yet hastily up and down his shaft nearly stopped his heart. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. He couldn't believe what was happening. He began to shake his head violently, all the while whimpering from the magnitude from the raptures sent echoing within him. He knew what was to happen next. The thought scared him yet caused the physical bliss to double.

His breath left him, leaving enough for one utterance, "Oh God!"

He came harder than he could ever imagine, screaming and pushing at his bindings with enough force that he was sure to break something. Harry's throat tightened around Snape's cock as he swallowed still bobbing, pulling another series of gutteral cries from his wily prisoner. He couldn't stand it and sobbed as the orgasm didn't come to an end. Electricity shot through his entire body as he came for the second time. His voice ran dry as his cries reached a new pitch. Harry continued to bob as if nothing was happening, swallowing eagerly as he felt the warmth spilling into his mouth. The torrent of tongue and lip didn't let up. Harry continued evermore doggedly requiring no more an incentive than the sound of the professor's whimpering and shrieks. Harry didn't know if he could even stop if he wanted to. He didn't know how long his jaws would be able to hold out, but he didn't have to wait too long. Snape grew eerily quiet as Harry continued his administrations. Harry felt a shivering hand brush absently through his frayed locks and looked up to find the potions' master free of his bindings. However, the look on his professor's face was one of complete shock. Harry immediately knew what he needed.

Harry impaled himself on Snape's cock and rode the professor hastily. His lover's eyes were fully dialated and Harry could feel his own eyes rolling back. They fell to the carpet and Snape unconsciously began to thrust with reckless abandon. Harry smirked at an idea and cast the Enervate charm on himself. His body was soon overcome by what he felt. He shook violently from the profound amount of pleasure, realizing that he was screaming in unison with Snape. Snape wasn't relenting. He pounded Harry into the floor as wave after wave of bliss ripped orgasm after orgasm from the boy. The room began to quake violently, lurching backwards then to the left. Then without warning, Snape came again, groaning horribly in a manner that would lead you to believe he was dying. He collapsed, rolling Harry onto himself, who could hardly keep his eyes open. It wasn't until he was pulled into a deep kiss, which he returned mechanically, did he realize with a start who he was kissing. The kiss became passionate in his shock. It ended lazily, as Harry spread out on top of his beloved who was trying to say something. The words rang clear as darkness stole them both away seconds later.

"I love you..."

(A/N: Had trouble writing this. Tell me if something is amiss in the writing Otherwise, try and enjoy it. Kisses...)

~FIN?