Dreams In Time

TITLE: Dreams In Time 21 of ??
AUTHOR: Casey Snape
PAIRING: Snarry
MINOR PAIRINGS: Albus Dumbledore/Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Draco Malfoy/??, Ron Weasley/??, Charlie Weasley/Poppy Pomfrey, Percy Weasley/Penelope Clearwater, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Malfoy, Cornelius Fudge/Gilderoy Lockhart, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Peter Pettigrew/Tom Riddle, Charlie Weasley/Neville Longbottom (1 sided??),
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: caseysnape@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Mine! Mine! Mine! Finally, they’re all mine! Giggle, giggle, snort. What? No, officer, really, I was just kidding - OW! That club hurts. Ow, Ow! Ok, Ok!, I’ll go peacefully. Wow, these handcuffs are really tight. No, not resisting arrest – just commenting.*hangs head in shame* Uh, Officer, do you think we can make the one phone call a fire-call instead? J The characters and concepts in the following story do not belong to me. Ms. Rowling and all her assignees, publishers, etc… have that honor. .

WARNINGS: Parts of OTP & all of HBP and DH never happened. OOC. AU. Time Travel / MPreg / Graphic Sex / Rimming / Masturbation / Voyeurism / Mention of BDSM / Mention of Het. Sex / Bonding & Marriage / Dirty talk / Mention of Non-Con /

Author’s Note: A Plea of Desperation, Some shout-outs (& possible story spoilers).
I have come to the conclusion that I suck at writing summaries. Does anyone care to write a summary for this story for me? I’ll be sure to let everyone know who wrote it. I just can’t seem to condense everything enough to make a summary. (AFF and HPFandom require really short ones. Others, like livejournal and the yahoo/google groups are longer.) Thanks!!!!

Oh, and since I am being shameless in my begging – if anyone has artistic abilities, I would love to see what you could come up with based on this. I can’t draw to save my life. If I could draw, I would have a young Severus and Harry (large & in the center) surrounded by the other characters and couples – like Lucius kneeling at Narcissa’s feet, Albus stroking a tabby cat, Remus, Sirius, and Salena, etc… Maybe even with the evil Poppy somewhere in there. Oh well ,anything Snarry is welcome. I’ll post them on my webpage and in my Snarry groups on Google and Yahoo. Thanks A Bunch! Any questions - just email me.

When Poppy apparates, think of Endora from Bewitched.

To Eci_Frog – Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! I will still have some reactions to Poppy and the new Ministry stuff, but it is kind of a back part to the rest. Remus and Sirius will talk, and Siri will fill him in on everything. Sev is a DEFINITE TOP in my story. I just needed to equal it out a bit for the bonding scene. (But, in my twisted, perverted mind, both he and Harry prefer for Severus to top!) Be on the lookout for some really unusual developments with Charlie, Percy, Poppy, and Neville. Also, we have not seen the last of Fudge or Lockhart (It should be interesting), and Draco will pair up with someone – eventually - also (SPOILER: Not Pansy, Ginny, Hermione, Ron or Luna).

To meglw0228 – Thanks so much for all the brilliant reviews. I’m glad you liked Albus’s twinkle. SPOILER: Percy is not what he seems – he’s smarter, has a hidden agenda, and big, hairy balls made of stone and covered with dragonhide. He knows more than he lets on (possible seer?). Charlie, gosh, I didn’t mean to put him through so much, but he kept jumping in there. (I told him not to go, but he just would not listen!) Warning – there may be a scene or two with Riddle. I have not worked it out completely. I’m having fun playing with my time-turner and messing the timeline up again. **Tosses it in the air and looks….Goody!**

More answers to reviews at the end of the chapter!

From Chapter 20: THE MATURITY OF THE MARAUDERS …
“She’s an animagus, only, right now, her changes are only at the full moon. She’ll be able to control them when she gets older.” He smiled apologetically at the worried father. Remus didn’t drop it, “And…” When Sirius didn’t seem to want to answer, he ground out, eyes flashing dangerously, “What. Is. She?” Somewhere in the distance, James chuckled and Lily tittered again. Sirius mumbled, “cckerspnl.”

“What?” The werewolf snapped at his newly-restored mate. Sirius cleared his throat and tried again, “Cocker Spaniel.” Severus couldn’t stop the grin that took over his face.

Chapter 21: THE START OF AN ADDICTION

Present – Early Monday Morning::
Shock rooted Neville to his spot when he spotted the nearly naked, bloodied, battered, and limping Charlie draw near. This was so beyond anything he had personally witnessed before. Instinct kicked in, however, when Charlie collapsed directly into his arms. He closed his arms around the man and held him up, unconsciously telling the older man that he would keep him safe from harm. The wounded man cried out his name as Neville gently guided him into the empty Gryffindor common room. As he led Charlie to the closest chair, he asked softly, “Who did this to you? Hold on, let me fire-call Madame Pomfrey and get you looked at.”

Charlie jumped out of the chair, grabbing Neville by the arm, “No! Not her! Someone else, anyone else – just not….the… Prof…” He stopped, thinking fast, “Professor Snape! Take me to Professor Snape.”

Neville paled. One look into Charlie’s eyes (‘they really are a wonderful shade of blue’) and he knew there would be no dissuading the dragon-tamer. “Can you make it? I mean, I’m not that great with levitating spells and such.” Charlie nodded, “Yeah, I can make it, if you help me.”

The trip to the dungeons from Gryffindor tower was long and very hard on the injured man. His wounds were still bleeding, although slowly, and Charlie was growing weaker and weaker with each step. They had just passed the potions classroom when Neville realized he didn’t know where to find the professor. Charlie noticed that they were slowing down and asked why. Neville opened his mouth to start to explain when a passageway to his right groaned open. He turned, and almost fell to the ground, himself, when he saw Remus Lupin holding a child, Sirius Black, and - Harry’s parents? - step through the opening. He had no time to process the information; however, as Charlie’s legs gave way from underneath him and Neville had to struggle to keep in upright. Neville cried out from the strain of keeping Charlie from hitting the hard stone floor.

Remus was turned toward the room he had just left, smiling and laughing about something. Sirius, with an equally big grin, had his hand on the small of Remus’s back, urging him forward. A noise caused all to start and turn toward the sound. Sirius called out for Professor Dumbledore as he dropped his hand from his husband’s back and ran forward. He stopped at Charlie’s side and looped an arm gently around the man, helping the Gryffindor student in holding him up. He nodded to Neville, indicating the doorway he had just exited, and the two began half carrying – half dragging Charlie in.

Minerva, Albus, Severus, James, Lily, and Remus (with a sleeping Salena on his shoulder) were frozen with shock at the young man being ushered into the Potions Master’s rooms. They followed Sirius, Neville and Charlie back into the room as Sirius helped the injured young man down onto the sofa. Albus crossed the room and reached for the floo powder, intending to call Poppy. He grabbed the prescribed amount and reared back in order to fling it into the fire.

“NO!” Neville cried. Albus stopped cold. He had never heard that tone come from the seventh year before. He turned and asked, “Why?” Neville looked down at Charlie, who had slipped into unconsciousness on the soft sofa, then simply stated, “Charlie said anyone but her. He got,” He stammered, “u…upset when I mentioned her.”

Severus heard this and started turning it over in his mind even as his body began moving, slipping easily into rigid professorial authority, arming himself with “Death Glare #1”, and began to bark out commands. “Sirius, up the stairs, second door on the right – I need towels and the sage green bottle from the medicine cupboard.” He softened his voice when he turned toward his mother-in-law, “Lily, would you please get a basin of water from the kitchen – you remember where that is?” Severus didn’t even pause as his voice took on a much firmer tone with his absent husband’s father, “James, transfigure the couch into a suitable cot or bed for the boy. Remus, perhaps you can transfigure the chaise into a small cot for your daughter? I might need your assistance with some of the spells.” He paused, then looked at the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress, “Albus, Minerva, I’m sure both Sirius and Remus would appreciate it if you would look after their daughter while we are working. Albus, if you would do so, it would be most appreciated if you could inform Flitwick and Sprout that we are incapacitated for the time being and to let them take the appropriate measures.” Severus whirled around after a swift nod toward the older couple, and started toward the redhead on his couch when he noticed everyone still standing in the same place, gaping wide-eyed at him. “Well, are you waiting for an engraved invitation to be delivered by Eagle Post? Snap to it!” He snarled. Immediately, the others began running to follow his orders.

The first thing Severus did was to levitate the young man while Potter (the elder) transfigured the sofa. The second was to cast a quick succession of spells to seal the many un-cursed wounds. While he worked, he was vaguely aware of Albus’s call to a house elf, who promised to relay the required messages to the other Heads of House. Sev kept working even as he winced in sympathy at the abuse to his stairs as Black bounded to the upper level and retrieved the items needed, while Lily marched back with not one, not two, but three large basins filled with steaming hot water. He did not even stop when Remus, having finally settled his little girl in with her makeshift grandparents, joined him and started working on healing the injuries also. Severus closed his eyes against the damage still left due to the hexes and spells. He sighed, and opened his eyes to see Neville hovering around the poor man like that Muggle Florence-bloody-Nightingale. “Longbottom!” He snapped, “Desist that detestable behavior and move to an adequate distance as to not disturb or cause defect to this complicated undertaking!”

Neville quaked. “I…I tried, sir, but it’s…Charlie won’t let go.”

Severus started to rail at the boy, but Albus cut him off, “Severus, I think Mr. Longbottom may be able to help, as Mr. Weasley obviously trusts him.”

Snape snapped his mouth shut, silently wishing all Gryffindors, save one, to the lowest level of Hell for disturbing his peace and quiet in his own quarters. He then began the incantations that would list the injuries onto a conjured parchment. The scroll appeared and began to grow longer and longer. He frowned. There were some spells that not even he recognized. One, a hindering spell, appeared, blinked several times, then disappeared. Knowing the nature of magic, Severus knew this was not possible. He set the scroll aside, and recast the spells very carefully and precisely. It was the same as before - same hexes, wounds, and enchantments – with the same inhibitor appearing, blinking several times, and then disappearing.

“I’m afraid there is something wrong,” he addressed no one in particular and everyone as a whole, “there is something on the list that does not make sense.” He ran his gaze over the young man, starting at his feet and working upward as he searched for anything that might help him figure this out. He reached Charlie’s hands, and he saw it. The reason the spell was so…unreliable hit him like a herd of hippogriffs. Longbottom. He stomped over the few steps to the walking disaster known as Neville, and physically forced his hand away from Charlie’s. He practically dragged the terrified student to the Headmaster’s (who was gaping in shock at all this) side, and barked a loud, short, “Stay!” at him. He crossed back over to Charlie and cast the spell again. The strange spell did not appear this time. Severus Snape tucked that fact away for later perusal.

Immediately, Severus began issuing orders. He had Lily and Sirius help clean off the blood and muck. James and Remus removed countless curses and hexes from remaining wounds and then sealed them shut. He stalked into his private lab straight to the cabinet that housed his personal, modified potions. He collected an anti- Cruciatus elixir, several blood replenishers, some very strong healing draughts, and two bottles of Pepper-Up Potion. He quickly downed one of the Pepper-Up Potions before entering the sitting room again.

“Albus, fire-call Bill Weasley – get him here now. Do not let him inform his family of the situation. I will not have my quarters overrun by red-headed hooligans while we try to work.”

Present – During the same time frame - Early Monday Morning :
Poppy smirked as she packed the last of her personal belongings into the trunk. ‘Mmm, tonight was most…gratifying.” Her whole body hummed and her mind purred with well-sated intoxication. Charlie, while not exactly eager on his own, was absolutely perfect when paired with a few well-placed, well-timed spells. Her smirk widened, ‘And he bled so prettily…’ Pity, however, that the young man was so weak and lacking in resolve. She knew, without a doubt, that he would turn on her. She hummed as she thought of all the ways to discipline her little dragon tamer. That, she would take care of later. Right now, it was time to leave Hogwarts before the old fool found out. After all, she did have more important things to do than wipe runny, snotty noses all day.

She crossed the room and picked up an old Muggle hot water bottle. She never knew why she had kept the thing all these years (it had once belonged to her mother), but now, she was very happy that she did. She placed to rubbery bladder onto the table and began to cast some very specialized charms: the first would make it absolutely invisible to all except for herself and the one intended to find it; the second contained the directives for a portkey that would take the holder to her home – her headquarters, if you will; and the last – the last was the best. It would make the old artifact absolutely irresistible to Mr. Charlie Weasley: only death itself could keep him from touching it and joining her again.

Grinning, she placed the portkey on the top of the bookcase, out of sight to all (but Charlie) and swept out of the quarters with the grace and deportment befitting a certain Potions Master. Her trunk and valise bobbed along closely behind her. She stopped to ward the doors with several nasty things that had been rumored to be Riddle’s inventions. She ran her hand lovingly down the doorframe. She pivoted on her heel, shrinking her bags and placing them into her pockets in very short order. With one last glance at the Infirmary, she grandly touched her middle fingers to her thumbs, flamboyantly threw her hands up above her head; her apparition out of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry leaving only a gentle stirring of air and a mad cackle echoing in the stone halls.

Past – Saturday Evening:
Severus was beyond aroused. His gorgeous husband was writhing on his lap, rubbing against him in a way that had every nerve singing with arousal and every muscle tightening and quivering. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he tried to ignore Harry’s antics. Harry saw this, and took instant advantage of the man. He swooped in and claimed Severus’s mouth in a kiss that held enough heat to melt the stone of Hogwarts’ itself. Severus participated in the caress for just a moment before he took control. Not ending the kiss, he gathered the young man close to him and wrapped one arm around his waist and the other up under Harry’s lovely arse. He rocked slightly, standing up at the end of the movement. Harry gasp was swallowed by his mate in hungry abandon. He wrapped his thighs around Sev’s narrow hips.

Severus slid his feet across the floor, barely lifting his foot at all. He pushed through the mounds of clothing, fumbling and stumbling until his knees hit the edge of the couch. With a rush, he fell over, their lips still never leaving the other as his body trapped Harry’s against the plush cushions. Harry’s hands slid silkily over his shoulders, down his lightly muscled arms and skimmed across to come to rest on his narrow waist. Severus moaned, but mirrored the movement – sliding his long-fingered hands over golden skin. He didn’t skip across to hold his husband’s slender hips. No, he twined his fingers with Harry’s, bringing them up, over both of their heads. He broke away from the consuming kiss and whispered huskily, “Keep them there.” He lipped his way across Harry’s jawline to his ear, teasing the fleshy lobe for a short second before lifting himself up and off of his new husband.

Harry didn’t protest at first, as he was sure Severus was continuing. After a few moments, he opened his eyes to see the man settling himself back down into his chair. He jumped up, but was halted by the Potions prodigy’s dark chocolate voice, “Ah, Ah, Ah, my love.” He held his hand up, signaling Harry to stay put, “Stay there. That is the only way we will even begin our conversation – and the sooner we start, the sooner we will end. And when we end…” Severus trailed off with a suggestive chuckle.

Harry glanced down at his tented crotch and sighed. Severus was right, and he could wait if he had to, Harry reasoned. It still didn’t mean that he had to be happy about it. He fell back onto the well-used sofa, landing with a soft “Oomph.” Severus snorted softly. Harry glared. “Ok, you’ve got my attention. You start…”

Severus inclined his head. “We are in a most unusual situation. It seems that we are soul mates, destined to be together, but…” The thought of losing Harry strangled the very air out of him. He took a shaky breath and tried to rally, “It seems that we are to be apart for some years.” His eyes blinked closed in an effort to tame the tears that threatened to form. “We are married and, according to this document,” he held up the certificate that was now in his hands, “we are bound by the words we uttered during our…intimate acts. I believe the word ‘forever’ was used more than once.” He cleared his throat and continued nervously, staring at the scroll clutched tightly in his fingers in favor of looking at the man he loved, “There is no end to our union. We will be married…bonded…for all time. We do not have to be together physically, as we both are aware of the rather odd extenuating circumstances surrounding your presence in this time.
Harry blinked rapidly against the sudden wetness pooling on his lower eyelid. “I don’t think it’s fair, but when is life ever fair?” He muttered this so that Severus had to strain to hear him. Louder, he started, “Correct me if I’m wrong,” mentally he pleaded ‘please let me be wrong’, “but you will have to wait at least 18 years. I mean, I’m 17 – we know that much – and even if I was conceived today, there would be 9 months for that. And during that time, you will have to live knowing, waiting – by yourself – and I won’t know a thing…” His breath hitched in a little sob at the thought of Severus alone and lonely for all those years. A random thought flew into his mind: what if Severus wasn’t alone throughout all those years? What if he found someone else? He swallowed hard and tried again, “But when I get back, I will know – hopefully – and…” He broke down; he dropped his head into his hands to try to hide his tears and blubbering from his new husband.

Severus couldn’t stand it. The eyes bright from unshed tears and the little hitch in Harry’s voice had pained him to the very center of his being. When Harry started bawling, however – that was his undoing. It stabbed at his heart in a way that was a thousand times worse than anything he had ever felt before. He hurriedly got up and gathered the man in his arms, rocking him back and forth in what must have been an instinctual recollection. “Harry…” Severus spoke in a very uncharacteristic show of raw emotion, all of which was reflected in his deep, dark eyes and black velvet voice, “You know I love you. I can barely fathom the depths of my feelings for you, especially when I consider the rate at which they developed. I don’t say things like this lightly. We are soul mates, preordained to be - I meant, and will always mean, what I said. I don’t care if I have to wait the rest of my life, I will wait for you. Only you. Do you…do you feel the…same?”

Harry turned teary eyes to Severus, “Yes! I love you. I…I don’t understand it, but, Merlin Sev, I love you so much. I just…” Fat droplets started to stream from his eyes, “I can’t stand the thought of you alone for all those years – but I don’t think I could stand the thought of you – not alone – either. It’s so unfair to you. You have to wait for me. It’s just sounds so cruel.”

Severus swallowed thickly, “It doesn’t matter to me. I am patient when it counts. I can and will wait a thousand lifetimes if I have to. Don’t get me wrong – I would rather not wait at all, but if that is the way things must be, then I will accept it.”

Harry nodded, burrowing his head into the light muscle of Severus’s chest. “We’re ok – with this, us, everything?”

Severus chuckled lightly, “Yes, my Harry. All things are satisfactory – our marriage, our relationship, and all the accoutrements that come with it. But,” he moved so that Harry had a clear view of his groin area, “I think that if we are really going to talk, I need to move back to my chair.”

With that odd pronouncement, Harry’s heart lightened considerably and he was able to laugh. Severus moved back to his chair and Harry settled down on the sofa again, and they began to talk – about everything.


Present – Early Monday Morning:
With Charlie finally settled and in his brother’s care, and all of the other ‘guests’ gone off to find their own beds, Severus made his way to the small kitchenette in his quarters for a quick bite before he collapsed. He was beyond tired. His bones ached and his eyelids were almost too heavy to hold open. Rummaging through the cupboards, he noticed that he had nothing on hand that was less than 2 hours in preparation. Sighing heavily, he dropped his hand to the counter and summoned one of the castle’s house elves and ordered a quick repast of ice cold milk and *his* muffin.

When the elf returned just moments later, Severus was already half-asleep at the counter. Dismissing the odd little creature, he picked up his breakfast and shuffled drowsily across the room to the small table. He considered it hard for one long moment and then bypassed the chair to continue on to his bedroom.

Severus turned down the covers, and cast a quick crumb-repelling charm on the bedding. He put his milk on the bed table and picked a pecan out of the top of the muffin. Popping it into his mouth, he grabbed the calendar and self-inking quill from the small table in order to cross off the day. The tip of the quill had barely touched the top corner of the day box on the calendar when Severus let out a cry and flung both the quill and the calendar across the room. A quick ‘tempus’ told he knew how late (or early) the hour was. He eyed the muffin warily. Damnable thing. He picked up the vexing treat and plucked another pecan from the top as he let his mind wander – back to the past – to Harry – nineteen years ago, at this time, on this very day.

**Flashback & In the past, on that day, at that time.***

The green-eyed beauty rummaged through the pile of clothes on the sitting room floor, treating Severus to a brilliant view of his mouth-watering rear end in the process. Harry grinned when he came up with the bottle of lube (not Veritaserum) from their earlier activities. Palming the container, he picked up two orange-chocolate swirl-pecan muffins and stalked predatorily back toward Severus. “I think, dear husband, that now is the time to start a tradition of our own. Now, be still.” He picked up Severus’s wand and banished both of their clothes. His eyes gleamed with a heady combination of craftiness, love and lust, something that Severus (and his cock) appreciated immensely. Harry carefully placed all four items (two muffins, the wand, and the lubrication) on the small table to Sev’s right before falling weightlessly to his knees. He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on the inside of each ankle; gently licked the sensitive inside of the long calves and tongued his way up the almost knobby knees to the hot, moist thighs.

Severus trembled with the effort of being absolutely motionless. Harry crawled up the lanky body and nuzzled Severus’s crotch, rubbing his cheek on the rigid length that happily greeted him there. Severus sucked in a much-required breath through clenched teeth. All thought of breathing was soon forgotten as Harry, HIS Harry, gazed up at him with abandoned mischievousness. An almost blink of an eye later, and Severus was swallowed to the root. His back arched in reflex; a cry was torn from his chest as the moist cavern consumed his aching cock. The mouth worked his prick, bobbing up and down. A hot, moist tongue traced the vein on the sensitive underside, then flicked lightly over the head with each stroke. He couldn’t help himself. His hips started moving, desperately humping, trying to increase the sensations he was feeling. He was almost there. Just a little more and he would…

No! Harry pulled away and Severus felt something tight lock around his genitals. He pried his eyelids open and peered down at his lap. His towheaded lover was sitting there, lips glisteningly swollen and bruised and a devilish gleam in his eyes. Harry licked his lips slowly. “Mmm, delicious,” he murmured. He thumped the cock ring he had conjured and placed on his confused husband. “Just a little payback for the sofa-thing. Don’t worry, you’ll like this.”

Harry picked up a muffin. “You know, I’ve always wanted to try these. The Dursleys would never let me near them.” He took a bite, enjoying the sweet chocolate, the sharp tang of the orange, and the crunch of the pecan in the cake-like treat. “Oooh,” he crooned. “These are very good. You really need to try these, love. They are wonderful.”

“Harry…,” Severus half-whined, half-commanded. “Breakfast is not what I need right now.”

Harry smirked. “On the contrary, my love, I think breakfast is exactly what you need.” As he finished the last word, he climbed onto Severus’s lap, a knee on each side of the wiry man. Severus automatically brought his hands up to Harry’s waist. Harry picked off a piece of the muffin, “For every bite you take, I’ll give you a reward.” He held up the small portion as he ground his pelvis against Severus rigid length. Severus whimpered slightly, but opened his mouth obediently. Harry popped the piece into the open mouth and waited until Severus had swallowed before leaning over and capturing the mouth in a sweet kiss. “Mmm, it tastes even better like this…” He kissed Severus again, taking his time to steal every bit of the sweetly-tart flavor from his lover’s mouth.

Panting, Harry sat back, smirking at his glassy-eyed husband. “I think, that this is the way we should have breakfast every morning, until...,” the smile faded somewhat, “until I have to leave.” He took another small chunk of the treat and held it out for Severus to take. As before, he waited until Severus had swallowed before greedily pilfering the taste from his mouth. After several more bites (and kisses), Severus decided that Harry needed to eat too, and began to break off pieces and repay Harry’s kindness in like.

They had finished the first muffin and started on the second, with Severus now holding the still-warm delicacy instead of Harry. Harry was delighted by this turn of events. Very deliberately, he picked up the container of lube and spread some on his hands. He gripped Sev’s cock with moist, slippery hands and he claimed his lips in an almost chaste kiss. “You’ve been a very good boy, Severus. I promised you a reward…” He lifted up and positioned Sev’s prick at his entrance. Harry’s eyes rolled back as he slowly impaled himself on Severus’s hard shaft. Severus let out a noise that could only be described as half-whimper and half growl.

Harry held still, not moving even the tiniest bit, until they had finished their breakfast in the same fashion they had started – alternating bites of the delicacy with soul-consuming kisses, licks, and nibbles. As soon as Severus swallowed the last bite, Harry raised up and slammed himself back down on Severus’s hard prick. Severus screamed in a surge of pleasure. His hands found Harry’s hips and then slid back to cup the young man’s firm buttocks. He squeezed them as he helped lift Harry up again and pulled as Harry slid down. His own hips raised off the seat in an effort to get more…everything. He couldn’t catch his breath, but he didn’t want to. This – this was all he wanted, all he needed.

Harry threw his head back and wailed as Severus filled him over and over again. The pleasure was extreme; so sharp it was almost painful. His hands gripped Sev’s shoulders. There would be bruises there soon. Their coupling was wild, fierce, and altogether primitive. It was beautiful. He gasped and brought his head forward, his lips searching for his husband’s as his orgasm approached. He poured everything he was feeling and experiencing into the kiss. His pleasure rose through him and burst out with the intensity of dragon’s fire, covering Severus’s chest, neck, and face (as well as his own). He cried out into his lover’s mouth. In that moment, he realized something: From now on, Severus Alexander Snape was the only lover he would have…or want.

Feeling the aftermath of Harry’s completion, Severus raised his hips once more, pulling the boy down as hard as he could on his cock. He swallowed Harry’s cry and gave him his own instead. He emptied everything he had out into his husband. Oh yes, he’d wait forever to feel this again, to feel him again. The connection was more than sexual. It was everything – mind, body, soul, magic. There could never be any other like Harry.

They collapsed into Severus’s chair intertwined around each other, reveling in soft kisses and gentle touches for quite some time after their explosive climaxes, whispering encouragements and comforts to each other. Finally, they decided to get up and get a shower – together. The soft caresses continued all the way up the stairs, to the shared bathroom, and finally into the shower.

The men explored each other thoroughly, acquainting themselves with the bodies of their mate. Severus found out that Harry was ticklish almost everywhere, while Harry discovered Severus moaned the loudest when the space just below his ear was suckled lightly. Both were more than a little drunk in their explorations and discoveries. After dressing, they rested together on Severus’s large bed. Severus turned to his husband and smiled, bringing his hand up to cup Harry’s face, “I think I can get used to this type of breakfast.”

Harry beamed and turned his head to kiss Severus’s palm, “Just wait until lunch.”

Present – Early Monday Morning:
Severus sighed as he finished the last of his muffin. They had had breakfast like that – Harry straddling him, riding him, feeding each other the muffins every morning until Harry had to go back. He hadn’t wanted to eat those ever again after – well, just – after, but he found that he couldn’t stop. Every bite brought back the wonderful memories of Harry, how much they loved each other, how wonderful it felt to make love to his husband. It was wonderful and painful at the same time, remembering all those times. So he ate the damned things every morning. He was addicted – to the taste that reminded him of his Harry’s kiss and to the muffin that spoke of the love he had once experienced and hopefully would again.

It was an addiction that he knew would never be cured.

Past – Saturday Evening:
Peter Pettigrew twitched nervously as he swung his head from left to right and back to left again. Convinced that he was alone, he quickly changed into the rat form that so well suited him. He scurried across the lawn to the base of the Whomping Willow and opened the entrance to the tunnel. Once inside, he raced through the tunnel, exiting through the passageway into the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade just minutes later. He scampered through the rooms and out into the village, not stopping until he came to a clearing on the other side of the small Wizarding village.

Looking around again, he changed back into his slightly pudgy human form and apparated. The squeezing sensation lasted only a few short moments before he appeared in another small clearing between an ancient looking graveyard and a dilapidated manor house. He smiled. The smile soon faded as he noticed the multitudes of finely dressed, very attractive witches and wizards heading toward the old home. He took a moment to straighten his robes before hurrying toward the manor himself. It would not do to be late.

The wards stopped him, and everyone else, just outside the gate to the mansion. He removed his potions knife from his robe pocket and ran the sharp blade across his hand. With his hand cupped to gather the pooling blood, Peter stuck it into the wards. He thought of what Tom had told them last time, “Blood never lies,” and the smile returned to his face. The wards shimmered slightly as they opened just enough for him to squeeze his rounded body through.

Peter entered a room that had once been a magnificent ballroom. He slowly circled the room, gauging his competition. Every one present was wealthier, more powerful, or more attractive than him. His lips quirked up in the smallest of smiles – they did not have the one thing he had, of course. Pitiful, old Slughorn. He never suspected shy, withdrawn Peter to steal from him while the student re-organized the Potions Storeroom.

With stealth and cautiousness that he had never let show before, he slipped a vial out of his cloak and downed the contents. The liquid, like molten gold in color and almost fizzy in consistency, trickled down his throat, warming him – encouraging him. He placed the empty container back into pocket, almost dropping it in his surprise to see Tom Riddle, or Lord Voldemort, as he was now called, begin to glide into the arena.

The crowd parted almost like the Red Sea in that Christian story as the Dark Lord calmly glided to the raised platform at the far end of the room. Peter followed his progress, pushing his way through the crowded dance floor to perch near the throne on the dais. His eyes flickered with desire and admiration as the much older, but still virile, man turned sharply toward the ballroom and made a wonderfully articulate speech. Finally, Lord Voldemort finished his vocalizations and sat regally on the ornate chair.

Riddle was frustrated. He had been back from Albania for six weeks now, and had not gotten any closer to achieving his goals than he had been five years ago. On top of that, his last lover had not survived their ‘playtimes’ and he was in definite need of release. He scanned the crowd – a young bald man to his right was attractive enough and looked to be well built and well endowed – no, wait, a young, dark haired woman draped over Rodolphus and Rabastan. That could be promising – the thought of all three joining him made his blood rush straight to his groin. He skimmed over the guests, letting his eyes linger here and there. Finally, his attention fell on a podgy young man not far from where he sat. While not attractive, the teenager (he could not have been anything else) reeked of lust and a need to please. Pettigrew – that was his name. Riddle’s lips curled slightly. He lowered his lids on his eyes, carefully watching Peter without Peter’s knowledge. He saw the young man slip a small tube out of his pocket. The now nervous youngster glanced around quickly before downing the mixture in one quick swallow. Tom thought about that potion. ‘How very interesting,’ he thought with a viscous sneer, ‘that young Peter would be using Felix Felicis here.’

Slowly, Voldemort descended his throne and practically floated over to where the young Gryffindor stood. Peter saw his approach and gulped. The potion was working! Voldemort stood close enough that Peter could feel the heat of the Dark Lord’s body from tip to toe and was practically sharing the man’s breath. Peter had never been so excited or hard in his young life. Riddle licked his lips slowly, and Peter swore he could feel the moisture on his own lips as Tom did so. Voldemort commanded sibilantly, “Thisss way...,” and sauntered out of the room. He was so confident in the his own appeal that he did not even look back to see if he was being trailed by the student.

Peter didn’t hesitate. He followed.

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To darkles – There would be a lot of people in trouble if the MOM ever tries to use that particular weapon. That’s just – wow. Thanks so much for the great review.

To Jan – Thanks! I believe I can safely say that Percy is a spy and Draco is a spy. Anyone else? It’s up for discussion at this point. (My version of) Poppy is quite different from anyone’s that I’ve seen before. She’s a nasty, wretched piece of work, and it’s gonna get worse, I’m afraid.
I know a lot of the past interactions seem to be OOC (especially for Severus) but what happens there will answer the later why questions.

To Merry 1978 – Charlie is just having a very bad day (week, month, etc…). Dumbledore may (or may not) be the best person to go to. P.S. I picture little Salena as “Lady” in Lady & the Tramp. Thanks!

To LamaPie, gweasley, and vbollman – Thanks so much for the great reviews! I am very glad I could put in some twists that pleased you. I just hope I can keep it up….

To WVSailor and Kyra – You guys are WONDERFUL! I will try to update as soon as I can.

To Phoenyx – I am so glad there is someone out there who appreciates my unusual humor. I seem to think of really odd things. Please, let me know of anything else you find funny. Thanks!

To LadyIvy – Sirius was pregnant when he fell – most likely, he didn’t know it yet. (Maybe he did, but he just didn’t say anything???) Draco is going to be in a snit for a while, I think. Charlie and Poppy gross me out, too. I am so glad you decided to read the story. I know how you feel about WIP stories. I can’t wait for the update, so I’ll try to get the chapters out quick. Thank you for your wonderful comments. Albus is a horny old goat – with an extremely perverted mind. I really like the Evil Poppy, too. Thanks so very much!!!

To Sevalicious Baby! – I’m glad the past/present tags helped. They actually help me focus a little better.

To jvalread – I’m very happy you thought the scenes were hot! BTW, I agree on Charlie and Pomfrey. Just wait and see what happens next!!!! (Charlie may not go back to her, so who will she choose next? Or, if he does, what will happen to the poor boy?)