Who Knew?

Disclaimer: The characters and places of this story are the property of J.K. Rowling. I only created the situations they find themselves in during this story. I make no money from this writing – it is strictly for amusement!

WARNINGS: DUBIOUS-CON, MINOR, TEACHER/STUDENT, SLASH, ORAL, ANAL,

Chapter 3: Wonderful Heartache

The Dursley’s had left Harry in his room as they went shopping for the new wardrobes they felt were needed for their upcoming holiday. He was lying on his bed watching the light rain roll down his window anticipating a truly exciting summer, when he saw the light flick on in Snape’s room. He hurriedly switched off his desk lamp wondering if Snape knew this was his room. He watched with mild curiosity as Snape appeared to be conversing with someone still outside the room. Harry could make out through the rain that the guest seemed hesitant as the guest, entered the room. Probably a young male, for the guest was as tall as Snape but not as broad across the shoulders; obviously of the magical realm, the flow of the cloak was easy enough to see.

Harry’s curiosity was growing into avid fascination as he watched Snape hang the robes up, and then turn to embrace the other man. He could see that they were embracing, but the rain hampered any details. He could tell when Snape had started undressing largely because of the contrast between the black robes and Snape’s almost luminescent skin. It looked as if Snape were undressing his guest also. Harry could scarcely make out Snape leading his guest to the bed - but any further distinctions were impossible. Harry wondered at the guest’s identity; was he a lover or a prostitute? . Based on his previous experiences on Knockturn Alley, he believed that prostitutes probably did exist. He knew that Death Eaters used rape for entertainment, and if they used sex for that, they wouldn’t think twice about using prostitutes, unless it was over having to pay.

Harry watched the shapes on the bed; he really did not need to see details, as his mind was supplying the scenes for him. He slid his pants down and shuddered at the cool air caressing his cock. He slid his hands along his thighs as he watched the shapes move together. Harry wondered what it would feel like to be that other man; to hear that sexy, velvety voice whispering into his own ear; to feel those large steady hands touch his body. Would Snape’s touch be firm, or light, cold, or hot? Harry could feel Snape’s lips and tongue following those hands across his body. Harry found his mind wandering to thoughts of Snape sucking his cock; would it be hard and determined, trying to force the come from him, or would he use his tongue to tease and encourage it along, until it just slipped out, past any control that Harry might have? He could imagine Snape’s long fingers stroking deep in his arse, while he sucked Harry’s cock, in rhythm with his probing fingers.

Harry had never made the decision to start stroking his cock, but he could feel the tension building from his efforts. Having no concerns of being discovered by his family, he gave in to the urge to enjoy this experience more than he had ever been able. His hips begin bucking his cock into his own hands as he kicked his pants away from his feet. He spread his legs wide… ‘Is this how you would want me, Snape, open, exposed, begging to be taken’, Harry thought as he eased his own hand across his sack and down toward his opening. ‘What would you do here? Would those large hands of yours pry and stretch me open, like this?’

“AAHHH!” Harry broke off in the middle of his own thoughts as he screamed aloud and started moaning. His arse was still sensitive from his previous dry exploration, and as he brought his fingers to his mouth to wet them, he tasted himself. ‘Would you taste me,’ Harry wondered. ‘Would you use your tongue to wet my hole before you slid you cock up it and fucked me?’ Harry screamed again, with force, as his come shot up onto his chest while he continued to fuck himself with his fingers, and the name he had never dared to speak came tumbling from his lips as his shudders and gasps took control of his body…

“Ohhh, Sseverusss!”

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Later that afternoon, Snape laid his hand on the shoulder of a softly crying Draco.

“I have been summonsed back to Hogwarts. I would like for you to stay here, in this room. I will arrange for food for you. There is a bathroom through the door by the dresser. You will find that a hot, soaking bath will relieve much of the pain.” He had moved closer to Draco’s back and said softly in his ear, “I apologize for that. It is important that you have a memory of the discomfort of a first time, as well as having been… submissive, to my desires. I know that you are in considerable pain. There was no way to avoid it, and it still serve the intended purpose. If your memories are scanned, they will know that there is a sexual relationship between us.” Snape moved away, and studied Draco for a moment. He had known it would be difficult for the young man to go along with, and truly regretted the pain he had felt necessary to inflict on him.

“You have been bleeding; I will send Madame Pomfrey-”

“No! I don’t want ANYONE to know about this,” Draco cried into his pillow.

“Take a hot bath, eat if you feel up to it, and sleep. The pain will fade over the next few hours; the soreness will fade within the day or so. The injuries will heal within a few days. I will bring a healing and analgesic salve when I return. We can reevaluate our plans and decisions then.”

“Are you saying we’ll talk when you get back? Am I a little toy now? Something you can use however you please, and then just walk away from?”

“No. But we will talk when I get back,” Snape said risking a sad smile at Draco’s trembling back before he got up and left the room. Draco would have been at a loss to explain why he cried even harder when he heard the floo network activated. He had felt dirty while Snape was in bed with him, but he felt empty now. His heart ached from the violation of his body.

Re-evaluate! Like there’s any other bloody choice for me, fumed Draco. Unable to stop it, the events of the past 12 hours played in his memories.

Snape had remained silent after dinner, as he supervised Draco’s brewing of the antidote, which he had previously botched. As the last of the scales fell from the toad, Draco breathed a sigh of relief. A glance at his mentor garnered a nod of approval, and Draco began bottling and labeling the potion with an attitude bordering on reverence. Once he had cleaned his work space, Snape broke his silence.

“You and Ginny have the next two days plus the weekend off from your training. However, I believe we need to, start creating memories, shall we say.” He had felt a pained amusement as he watched Draco shiver, gulp, sputter, and pale, all within a single heartbeat.

“Umm… Yeah… I guess you’re right. Should I come to your rooms then?”

“No, I have a more private location in mind. But, it is a date, Draco, the kind that bridges friendship and union.” Snape waited calmly until he observed that the pupils in the young man’s eyes had returned to near normal size before continuing, “Decide where you would like to dine at, but make it in the magical world so we can be seen.” As the third wave of panic washed across Draco, Snape had decided to try a logical rational, pointing out that as mentor and apprentice, there were many topics of conversation that would cover their dinning together.

Dinner had gone well, and Draco was surprised at the smoothness and finesse with which his professor - Severus, now, guided him through the first tentative touches. He had known his world would change forever once he entered Severus’ muggle bedroom. The encouragement had been gentle, almost shy. Somehow, the tenderness had stayed outside the bedroom door.

Draco lay still in the bed, exactly where he landed when Severus had finally spent himself, and released Draco’s hips allowing him to fall to the bed. He had seen Severus drink the potion, had even known what it was, though he hadn’t wanted to dwell on it. Three hours later he wondered if he would ever be able to sit again. It had started simple enough, Severus had told him to suck his cock, and he had complied, although somewhat hesitantly. He supposed it had not been too bad of an ordeal, once he realized Severus wasn’t going to shove his entire length in and fuck Draco’s throat instead of just his mouth. He had been, well, humiliated though, when Severus had taken a handful of blond hair and yanked Draco’s head back, ordering him to open his eyes. He had felt the flush burning his cheeks as he watched Severus masturbate. He had seen the first spurt of come shoot from the swollen, dark red tip, and held his breath until the hot liquid had stopped landing on his face. He had felt it on his nose, across his closed lips as it ran down the side of his mouth, over his jaw, and dripped onto his shoulder.

At Severus’ instructions he had liked his lips and tasted his intended mate’s seed. ‘Not much different than my own tastes actually,’ Draco had noted. He had willingly opened his mouth and accepted the flaccid cock a second time, enticing it to its full glory again. The saliva coating his cock was all the lube Draco’s arse got. Preparations had consisted of one finger twisting in his opening for a couple of strokes. Then he had felt himself split in half. Severus had come a couple of times up his arse, Draco had been aware of that much. The slick spunk had made the strokes more tolerable. There had been no enjoyment in the act, for either of them.

Re-evaluate! Like it fucking matters, Draco fumed again. He gingerly eased himself onto his back and then off the bed. He wondered if he would ever feel clean again.

However, the bath did help, and the food was refreshing; the house was quite and the room was cool and calm. Draco had found a luxuriously thick bath robe hanging in the closet, and the furnishings were comfortable so he was not too put out at being confined to the room. He really didn’t feel like being very energetic at the moment as his movements still caused twinges of tenderness. Draco had been not been in Muggle Europe more than a few times, and he remembered the last time quite clearly. He had gone on a “business” trip with his father, and had encountered none other than Hermione Granger.

Feeling out of place and being left at the hotel by himself, he took a chance on a friendly face. He had spent the afternoon with her and her family. They only knew him by the way she introduced him, a class mate; no house rivalries, no competition over grades or points, no reaction to the name of Malfoy, no pressure. It had been fun, even though they were Muggles. It was the same kind of attitude Potter had. Names meant nothing, not even his own. They were free of the trappings of wizarding children.

The full implications of being in a muggle house were beginning to set in and Draco was eager to see what he could, but the view from the window only showed the garden below and that of the house behind this one. Draco noticed that neighbor’s garden was truly beautiful! He could see the gardener bent over the roses, pruning and tending the plants. Draco found his thoughts drifting back to the gardens of the Wiltshire Manner, ‘That garden would rival any father has. A muggle garden! You really believe you are superior to everyone else, don’t you Father? And yet, here is a muggle garden that betters your best!’ Draco watched as the gardener moved from plant to plant, intent on his duties.

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Harry felt the skin on the back of his neck prickle. He was being watched. He checked to see if his wand would be accessible upon standing, and finally he could stand no more of the unknowing! It took several seconds before he spotted the figure standing in Snape’s window.

‘Who? Malfoy!?’

“Potter?” Draco was not even aware he had spoken aloud.

‘Snape! Oh my God! Now I know he knows! I am so dead,’ thought Harry.

“How are you feeling,” Snape had asked as he walked up behind Draco causing him to startle.

“Harry bloody Potter is your neighbor! He’s seen me here! He’s out there laughing at me right now,” screamed Draco spinning to face Snape. He realized the mistake of his actions immediately and eased himself onto the edge of the bed.

“I don’t think he is laughing. Obviously you failed to notice that he has his wand out.” Draco looked back at his school mate in the yard. He did look frightened. At Snape’s nod of acknowledgement, Harry replaced his wand.

“Yes, he knows.” Snape continued on remorsefully. “We needed someone to know. For your protection this can not be kept a secret. However, after your experience, if you have had a change of mind regarding our, relationship, I can understand. I can ensure Potter’s silence.”

“No. No. It’s just strange feeling, and happening really fast. I can’t deal with him laughing at me.” Large tears welled up in Draco’s eyes, causing Snape to catch the blonds’ face in his hands and wipe the tears away with his thumbs.

“I do understand. But until now you did not. Not truly. All of your school mates will know, and many may laugh. I believe you will be surprised to find that a select few Gryffindors will not be among them.” Snape looked out the window and saw that Harry had gone. When he reached out with his mind, however, he found Harry watching from his darkened room.

“You said the Order would do all they could to protect me,” Draco said, comprehension dawning in his voice. “Would these certain Gryffindors be in the Order, also?”

“Yes and no,” said Snape pulling a chair beside the bed and sitting. “You have the right idea, basically. Unlike Voldemort’s followers, one can not become a member of the Order until one has come of age and left school.” Leaning back in the chair Snape thought about the Gryffindors in question. “Regardless of the Order, they would not laugh at you. It is truly not in the Gryffindor nature, once they become aware of the specifics. Now, onto you stomach.”

“I-I can’t! Not - not again - YET!”

Severus removed a jar from his robe pocket with slow deliberate movements.

“It’s for your pain. You’ve felt pain at my hand, now I hope that you are willing to accept comfort from these same hands. It’s a stage of building trust. I promise no more pain, with any of our, encounters.”

Draco eased onto his stomach and allowed Severus to uncover his arse, as the flush spread across his face. Thankfully he could hide it in his pillow. He felt instant relief as the salve was spread into his cleft. When one coated finger massaged his opening, Draco tensed painfully. It was short lived, as the finger eased inside, slowly easing away the true pain with deep gentle strokes. And then his hips jerked in reflex to the pleasant sensations he had never experienced before.

“Does it hurt, Draco,” he whispered. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes - No - Yes - No…” Snape had already stilled his movements but he had heard the hitch in Draco’s breathing and could feel the slight muscle spasm of the ring surrounding his finger.

“No. It doesn’t truly hurt anymore. It’s still a bit tender, but what you’re doing does not hurt. But I think I would like for you to stop, for now at least. Maybe we could… er… later.”

“I’m not a monster, Draco. I know that your experience was extremely painful. I don’t mind waiting until you are ready for there to be a next time. I just wanted to show you that the next time would be nothing like this first time.”

At the softness of the voice, Draco had turned onto his side so that he could look at his intended mate. He had never seen such emotion on the normally reserved man.

“The next time we come together in bed I will make love to you, it will be something that is shared and mutually enjoyed.” Snape’s hand had started to caress Draco’s groin.

“May I,” he asked nodding toward the erection. Draco eased onto his back, watching in anxious silence as he was engulfed by the most tender mouth he could ever imagine; gentle, delicate actions, with just enough pressure to feel mind-blowingly incredible. Draco’s orgasm took him by surprise. There had been no building, no tension, no warning. Just the sudden explosion, and the feel of a very skilled mouth… gently… swallowing… every… drop… until his soft cock was taken from the mouth, by a warm hand, and gently laid against his thigh. When he felt the warm hands massaging his low abdomen, Draco realized that at some point he had closed his eyes. With a look at his intended mate, he felt the tears began rolling down his cheeks. An emotion that transcended words passed between the two men in that one look. Both were aware of it, neither could have explained it, and each recognized it as the missing piece in his life.

Shortly, Snape looked away for a few seconds and said, “Get dressed, we have company,” as a knock sounded through the house.

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Harry was reluctant to go to the Wisteria Way house; he was only doing so under duress from Aunt Petunia. He knocked softly hoping it would go unnoticed by Snape and Draco, and then Harry could tell Aunt Petunia no one had answered the door. Instead, the door swung open, and Harry heard Snape call to him from deep inside the house.

“There is really nothing that needs attending to today,” the disembodied voice said. “It was believed that you would want an escape from the Muggles you live with; someplace more cheerful than Grimmauld Place is these days.” Harry had reached the bottom of the stairs, and was waiting as Snape descended them. Draco was leaning against the Door frame to Snape’s room, looking very pale and apprehensive.

“I only returned to check on Draco. I really am needed at the school.” With a calculating look back at Draco, Snape continued, “Lucius is there. He is thrilled that you are beginning to apply yourself. What do you want me to tell him?”

Draco had wrapped his arms around his chest defensively and was biting on his lower lip. Harry watched as Draco walked to the top step. Something was wrong. Draco had walked, not strutted. The ego and pride that had been Malfoy trademarks were gone.

“Tell him the truth. That is, if you wish. I don’t know, nor do I care,” Draco said so softly that Harry was not certain he had heard correctly. “Tell him… I can not face him. I can not go back there. I will not.”

“I know. I will deal with this situation as delicately as I can and attempt to stall the inevitable.” The strain was evident when Snape spoke and for the first time Harry heard an emotion other than rage in the Potions Master’s voice. Snape moved to the living room but stopped and turned as if to come back.

Looking in turn at Harry and Draco, he said, “Harry, I believe that Draco will need your companionship now and in the near future. Since your Aunt and Uncle will expect you to remain here through most of the evening, I must ask that you do so. I will send Dobby with Dinner and refreshments. You will be safe here Draco. Ginny has gone to spend a few days with her family, so I used the opportunity to cover your absence also. Your father believes the two of you have gone to Australia to gather rare potion ingredients. Dumbledore has advised Arthur and Molly Weasley of the situation.”

“Severus, does everyone know?” Draco sounded like a young child as he walked down the steps one at a time.

“Only the Order members and anyone you wish to tell,” Snape said with a pointed look at Harry, and with that, he was gone.

“I don’t really need you to stay,” Draco said leaning against the railing.

“I know, but I am expected to stay, I’m kind of caught on both sides,” Harry said turning as Dobby apparated into the living room.

“Mr. Harry Potter, sir, Dobby is so pleased to be seeing you again. And young Mr. Malfoy, Dobby is surprised to be seeing you here with Harry Potter,” Dobby said bobbing his head excitedly. Harry had noticed that since Dobby had become a paid staff at Hogwarts, he no longer used the exaggerated bow, as the rest of the elves.

“Call me Draco, Dobby. Are you well? I have not seen you at the school.”

“Oh no sir, a good house elf is not to be seen. I is not being paid to be seen, but Dumbledore allows me to do most important things for him, like this.” Dobby set off to begin cleaning the house leaving Harry and Draco almost as suddenly as he had appeared.

“Will you be staying here this summer,” Harry asked trying to sound causal.

“No. Ironically I am here only because it was supposed to be more private than the school.” Draco snorted trying to cast a sneer in Harry’s direction, but failing.

“Otherwise you would be sharing dinner with your father.” Harry had not meant the harshness that he saw reflected from Draco, and decided to try a different approach. “You don’t look like you feel well. Are you okay?” For the first time since seeing Draco looking down from Snape’s room Harry remembered the scene of the two lovers earlier and cursed himself for his stupidity.

“No. I am going to lie down.” But, as Draco looked up at the door above, he seemed to think better of it.

“Why don’t you lie on the sofa? The telly is in the living room, it’s cool in there. I’ll go help Dobby.” Harry hoped he had finally found something that would not seem so offensive.

“You can stay, and watch with me. I’m fairly certain that Dobby doesn’t need help nor was that Dumbledore’s intention in arranging your presence here.” Draco seemed more vulnerable than Harry had ever seen him, even frightened. “I don’t really want to be alone. I also don’t know how to work the telly, or what might be worth seeing.”
After a few hours Draco had seemed to relax considerably. Harry decided to have one more try at getting Draco to talk. It had seemed to be what Snape had wanted, strange as it was.

“Um… I, uh, you can tell me it’s none of my business okay, but I am concerned. Are, are you alright?” Draco squinted at him and Harry knew that the kid across the room from him was very confused about a lot of things, even more so than Harry was.

“What I mean is, I know about you and Snape, well, um, about what happened earlier today that is. I know that Snape is hun- um, well, I was just… wondering if… well, if everything was alright. You know, if you were okay? Do you need anything or anybody? Is there something I could do?” Harry swallowed loudly past the lump in his throat.

“No, nobody. Severus brought me… some stuff. Everything’s okay. I think.” Draco looked away shyly and must have realized he had shown a weakness for he snapped his head back to face Harry with the familiar challenge restored.

“Okay,” Harry said backing off the subject. “I really just wanted to make sure you were here by your own choice, that everything was okay. I wasn’t intending to pry or anything like that. I just don’t like to see people hurt, anybody hurt.”

“Thank-you, H-Harry,” Draco said slowly. After a few seconds of uncertainty his face light up with a large and natural smile.

“Yeah, everything is good. It’s going to be all right. But I’m not ready for people to know about this yet, especially at school,” he added seriously.

“Really, what would people think about you and I watching the telly and lounging in the living room of Professor McGonagall’s summer home,” Harry said laughingly. “No, I do understand, and there is no reason for anyone to know if you don’t want them to. As I said, it is absolutely none of my business.”