A Dare, Hell and Heaven

~Perhaps Not Quite Hell~

“Enter.”

With much trepidation, Harry opened the door and quietly walked in to face his punishment. Snape was seated at his desk, grading papers. He glanced up at Harry with an odd expression on his face.

“Sit,” Snape demanded, pointing at the chair in front of his desk.

Carefully, Harry made his way across the room, feeling, with each step, like a condemned man on his way to the gallows. He slowly took the seat offered, refusing to look up at his Professor, choosing instead to focus on his shoes.

They sat in silence for quite a while. Harry feeling more and more embarrassed and rejected with each tick of the clock. Finally, Snape placed his quill down and looked up at Harry.

“What are you playing at, Potter?” He asked calmly.

The words were like a stab to Harry’s heart. He fought back the tears already forming and shook his head. “This isn’t happening,” he thought, “I don’t want to talk about this.” Harry could feel panic settling around him. He couldn’t breath. All he knew was right now, he did not want this man looking at him, rejecting him and having this conversation with him.

“Harry, please look at me.” Again, a calm, quiet Professor Snape… Confusion was now coupled with Harry’s panic. “Why is he being so damn calm? Why isn’t he raging at me?” His inner voice said. Slowly, Harry forced his tear filled eyes to look at Snape.

He saw Snape studying him. To Harry, it seemed as if Snape was trying to make up his mind about something, or perhaps, trying to read Harry’s expression. Harry had no clue what he must look like to Snape. He’d spent the last many hours crying his guts out. He was sure his eyes must be red and swollen, his face tear stained and dirty. He was sure that there must be pain in his expression for his insides were nothing but pain. An ache had settled inside him this day. An ache, he felt sure, he would never escape.

“I see,” Snape nodded his head and sighed, “this was no joke. No dare to make the Potion’s Professor look a fool.”

Harry’s eyes widened. But, of course, the entire school now knew about the dare. Why wouldn’t Snape. Harry blushed again and turned away from his Professor.

Snape got up from his chair and came around the desk. He leaned on the front of the desk immediately in front of Harry. “You weren’t on a dare from Mister Weasley then?” He quizzed Harry.

“I – I,” his voice was horse from his long afternoon. “I was,” he confessed. “But not like you think, Professor.” he added quickly. “Ron knew how I felt about you, he was – he was just trying to….” Harry heaved a deep shaky breath.

“Why am I telling you this?” He thought. “You’ll just toss me out again. Why am I always being rejected? You know why, Harry, because you are worthless, unlovable, Harry fucking Potter,” he told himself sternly. He could feel the sting of tears flowing unrestrained down his cheeks. “Oh, great, let’s add weak, snivelling wart to the list,” he scolded himself.

Suddenly, Harry felt a weight upon his knee. Looking down, he saw Snape’s hand, those long fingers so beautiful to Harry. He had dreamed many a night of those hands roaming over his body. He slowly realised that Snape had crouched down in front of him. He was looking at Harry, searching almost. Harry dared a glance up into his Professor’s face. He was shocked to find a concerned, but hesitant man staring back.

“I’m not going to toss you out, Harry, and I’m not going to reject you and I certainly don’t think you are worthless,” Snape said almost casually.

“You read my thoughts,” Harry gasped, surprised at what the Professor had just said.

Snape smiled, which surprised Harry again, because he could never remember Severus Snape ever smiling. A Smirking, sneering, jeering, Professor Snape. Yes, but never a smiling Severus Snape. Harry liked it. A smiling Severus Snape was even more handsome then the snarling Professor Snape.

“Leglimens remember,” tapping the side of his head. “Not thoughts, Harry but feelings and interpreting those feelings.”

Snape stood up and grasped Harry’s hand. “Come with me. We need to talk.”

Snape pulled Harry out of the chair guiding him; Snape made his way to a door Harry knew led to his private chambers.

Harry was still confused and upset, but he was starting to relax a bit. Snape wasn’t yelling and screaming at him. He wasn’t laughing at his foolishness. This was different, in a good and comforting way.

He had to admit that Snape’s hand felt good in his. He also had to admit that the man leading him along was a far bit calmer and kinder then the man Harry was used to. Harry found that comforting as well.

~Perhaps Closer to Heaven~

They made their way down a small passage to another door. Snape paused here and said loud enough for Harry to hear.

“Amplus.”

The door swung open, revealing a large sitting room with a warming fire place. There was a large soft green sofa and two sitting chairs in front of the fire with matching tables. Bookcases lined one wall and there was large desk on the other side of the room.

Snape walked in still holding Harry’s hand, guiding him to the sofa, he motioned for Harry to sit. He let go of Harry’s hand and proceeded to another room.

Harry took a deep calming breath and settled into the comfortable sofa. Taking in his surroundings, he didn’t quite believe that this warm and friendly room belonged to the most feared Professor at Hogwarts. There was more to Severus Snape then met the eye, just as Harry had always suspected. He smiled to himself.

Snape returned from the other room with a tray of tea, pumpkin juice and sandwiches. Harry stared dumbfounded. Snape had removed his Professor robes and was standing there in a lose fitting white shirt and his normal black trousers. Snape must have noticed his shocked expression.

Harry saw a smile cross his face as Snape shook his head. “Did you think I lived in those robes?”

It was a rhetorical question. Harry smiled for the first time in what seemed like days.

“That’s better, I prefer you smiling, Harry,” said Snape.

He carried the tray over to where Harry was sitting “You were not at dinner and I noticed you didn’t eat your lunch either. I thought you might be hungry.” He set the tray on the table in front of the sofa. Snape sat beside Harry, pouring a large glass of juice he handed the glass and a plate to Harry, and then poured himself a cup of tea.

Harry sat a bit flabbergasted at what was happening and a bit unsure what to do. “I didn’t poison that drink, Harry.” Snape laughed.

Realising he was being rude; Harry quickly took a sip of his juice. Suddenly, noticing how very thirsty and hungry he was, he finished the glass all at once and set the empty tumbler down. He took a sandwich and bit into it greedily. Snape laughed softly again and refilled his glass. He let Harry eat and drink his fill in quiet contentment. Harry thought this was extremely kind as he was very hungry having not eaten much in almost two days. When he was done with his sandwich, he placed the plate down and snuggled into the warm sofa, turning slightly to face his Professor.

“Done?” Snape inquired. Harry nodded unsure of what to say. “Good. I’d like to talk with you and I didn’t want you distracted by a rumbling belly.”

He leaned over and refilled his tea cup then he too settled into the sofa, turning slightly to face Harry, as well.

“I’m sorry about this afternoon, Harry,” Snape said very matter of fact. “That was wrong of me. I shouldn’t have overacted that way.”

Harry stared gob smacked. Was Severus Snape actually apologizing?

Harry sat up “No, sir, please… it was my fault…”

Snape held up his hand, signalling Harry to be quiet.

“No, Harry, I’m older and should be wiser then a young man of seventeen. I thought you were putting me on.” Snape sighed as he reached out and touched Harry’s leg lightly. The touch sent shivers down Harry’s spine.

“I realised that I might have been wrong by your reaction. When I saw that look on your face as you ran from my class, my heart ached for you, Harry. I knew I had made a dreadful mistake.” Harry could not believe what he was hearing. This wasn’t just an apology, he knew that now. Whatever was happening was causing butterflies in Harry’s stomach and hope in his heart.

“I went looking for you after class.” Snape continued, looking up at Harry with a strange expression. Harry had trouble placing it until he remembered the same look from Professor Snape this morning. “I was worried I might have ruined….” Snape paused and cleared his throat. “When you didn’t turn up for dinner tonight I became very concerned. I sought out Mister Weasley and Miss Granger and – well, I demanded they tell me the truth.” Snape shifted on the sofa moving slightly closer to Harry. “That was a nasty trick Mister Weasley played on you,” he stated simply.

Harry stared at his Professor for a moment then nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I thought so too.” Harry looked away uncomfortably. “Where is this going?” He thought. “Is this the concerned teacher talk?” He felt his heart sinking a bit. “He’s going to reject me I know it.”

Snape chuckled yet again. “I am not going to reject you, Harry. It so happens, and this does not leave this room, Mister Potter, or I will thrash you soundly….”

Harry looked up nervously. “It so happens… that I have…” Snape seamed to be looking for the right words, “For quite some time, in fact, I have been…” he shifted uncomfortably. “Oh, Hell,” he said loudly, startling Harry. “I’m in love with you too, Harry.”

Harry’s mouth gaped open as his heart soared.

“You – you are?” He asked his voice squeaking a bit. He was immediately angry with himself for sounding so weak.

Snape leaned forward, placing his cup on the table “Yes, I am.” He reached up, gently touching Harry’s cheek. Again shivers raced down Harry’s spine. “I have been for a long time.” His hand grazing down his jaw, grasping Harry beneath his chin he pulled the boy to him. Harry didn’t resist. This was every wet dream he had had for the past several months coming true.

Harry licked his lips as watched his Professors eyes getting closer. Snape’s lips breathed over Harry’s. Harry felt his groin heating up with anticipation. Very softly, Snape’s lips touched Harry’s.

It seamed to Harry, Snape was testing the waters, being over cautious so Harry pressed his lips firmly against Snape’s, enticing the older man’s mouth. He was rewarded with a growling moan from one Severus Snape and a silky warm tongue running over his bottom lip. Harry opened his mouth giving that lusty tongue entrance.

Snape placed his hands on either side of Harry’s face. He leaned forward as their kiss deepened, forcing Harry back against the couch. Harry felt that warm body on top of his as his cock tightened uncomfortably against his trousers.

Tentatively, Harry reached up and touched Snape’s cheek then immediately withdrew his hand. He was at a loss what he should do. He wanted desperately to ram his entire body tightly against the older man, but he didn’t want to appear immature or inexperienced. Even though that’s what he was. Harry had little time for romance and relationships the past few years. He started to panic. What if Snape could tell he was a virgin? “OH CRAP!” He screamed to himself.

Snape must have sensed his inner tension, for he broke the kiss and sat up quickly. “I’m sorry, Harry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to push.”

Harry’s panic was now two fold; the thought of Snape knowing he was a virgin and Snape’s sudden withdrawal. A whimper escaped Harry’s mouth. Harry looked at the guilt and hurt written across the older man’s face.

He couldn’t stand it. Shocking Snape, Harry got up and began pacing like a caged tiger. Harry could see Snape didn’t understand what was wrong and Harry was having difficulty articulating his feelings.

He paced back and forth, searching for the right words. Finally, he just threw caution to the wind and decided honesty had got him this far, it couldn’t hurt.

“You weren’t pushing!” He said suddenly. “I want you, Professor. Gods… I need you. It’s just – It’s just I’m – I’m not experienced in these things.” Blushing soundly, Harry turned to look at Snape. He stopped pacing and knelt down at the man’s feet, placing both his hands on Snape’s knees. “I don’t want to disappoint you. I’m afraid I will. I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”

Snape smiled slightly and grabbed both Harry’s hands in his. “You need to call me Severus, Harry,” he said, rubbing Harry’s hands in his. “Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”

Looking up into Snape’s eyes, all Harry could think to do was nod his head. Snape’s eyes glowed suddenly.

“And you see this as a problem?” Snape laughed.

He stood up, dragging Harry with him. “Mister Potter… I am taking you to bed, where I am going to relieve you of your virginity.”

Snape reached out and pulled Harry into a warm, comforting embrace. Harry immediately melted into the older man’s arms. “I won’t ever hurt you, Harry. You need to understand that,” Snape whispered in his ear. “If you feel uncomfortable at any time, you must tell me. Understood?” He leaned back looking into Harry’s eyes. Harry nodded his head again. “Good.” Snape kissed Harry roughly. “Now, come with me.” He grabbed Harry’s hand and led him away toward the bedroom.

“Yes, Severus,” Harry whispered, “Please.”

~Definitely Could Be Heaven~

Severus led Harry into the bedroom. It was a beautiful room. It was hung in drapes of beige and gold, a large four poster bed against one wall and an ornate fireplace blazing opposite.

Large, wonderfully, carved chests and more bookcases lined the other walls. Again, all Harry could think was what a stark contrast this room was to the severe teacher who lived here.

Once inside, Severus dropped Harry’s hand and entered, what Harry assumed was the toilet. This was immediately confirmed by the sound of running water. Severus came out with a damp flannel and a small potion bottle in his hand. He gently grasped Harry’s arm with his other hand and led him to the bed. The older man sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Harry onto his lap. Gladly, Harry nestled against the strong body.

Severus removed Harry’s eyeglasses and wrapped the hand that had guided Harry around his shoulder; taking the damp cloth, he carefully washed Harry’s face, paying close attention to his eyes. The cool cloth felt good on his hot face and eased the unrealised pain in his eyes.

“Your eyes are a bit puffy, this should help,” he said quietly. “Lean your head back a bit.”

Harry obeyed without question. He felt two cooling drops in each eye and immediately the heat from a day of crying was soothed away. Harry blinked twice then nuzzled his head into Severus’ neck. Harry thought for a moment they could stay like this forever and it would be enough until he felt a gentle kiss on his scar.

Harry looked up into those two black eyes. Eyes he only ever remembered as being cruel. He saw no sign of cruelty there now. Only an emotion Harry could not place; he only hoped his eyes returned the favour.

Severus placed both the flannel and potion bottle on the bedside table and tightly wrapped both arms around Harry, crushing him to his chest. Harry did not think the two could possibly get closer and curiously, for the first time in his young life, Harry felt he had no troubles in the world.

Harry decided that Snape was waiting for something. Though what, Harry didn’t know and he was growing impatient. His cock pressed annoyingly against its confinement.

Daringly, Harry reached up and kissed Severus, trailing kisses along his firm jaw line. That seamed to be the signal Severus had been waiting for turning his head he devoured Harry’s mouth with his. Harry moaned as a needy tongue penetrated his lips. He let his tongue nervously explore Severus’ mouth. He felt he must have been doing something right, because Severus groaned. Two needy hands wrapped around his back. Harry felt Severus lean forward, forcing him down against the soft pillows.

Severus sat up and looked down at Harry half laying on the bed half laying on his lap. He carefully undid Harry’s robe, pulling it out from underneath him. A look of pure hunger on his face, he loosened Harry’s tie and began unbuttoning his shirt, un-tucking it from his trousers. Harry was nervous, but he wanted this more then he had ever wanted anything.

He allowed the older man to undress him. Severus pulled the tie over his head and tugged Harry’s shirt down his arms and out from underneath him.

Sliding up onto the bed, he drew Harry with him, his mouth exploring Harry’s again. Harry felt Severus’ hand on his bare skin and a groan of desire escaped from his mouth.

Harry wanted to touch Severus in the same way. He drew his hands up and began unbuttoning the Potions Master’s shirt.

Pulling it open, he greedily pressed his heating flesh against the other man’s chest. Severus moaned and rocked his hips against Harry. For the first time Harry felt another person’s hard cock pressed against his, rubbing against him. Whimpering, he jerked his hips up to meet it.

“Shush,” Severus whispered, “in due time, Harry.”

Severus sat up and removed his shirt completely. He pulled off his shoes and socks then turned his attention to Harry’s shoes and socks. He gently caressed Harry’s bare feet. Harry arched his back off the bed and whimpered, causing yet another chuckle from the older wizard.

Harry felt two strong hands firmly moving up his legs from his ankles all the way to his waste. He was breathing so hard now, his heart pounding so fiercely in his chest, he felt surely, surely he would pass out? He closed his eyes tightly, willing himself to keep breathing. The two hands moved around the waste band of his trousers, one unzipped as the other unbuttoned. One hand reached in and messaged his hard cock. Harry’s eyes burst open as he moaned loudly with the new sensation.

He looked up at Severus, who was still smiling, still looking as if he could devour Harry whole. He felt the hands move now grasping either side of his trousers and boxer’s slowly pulling them down. Harry lifted his hips willingly, helping release his painful penis from it imprisonment. The friction of his clothing moving over his cock sent shocks through Harry. He felt the inevitable pleasure pulse. He tried to stop it….. but it was too late.

Harry jumped up as his seed spilled over his naked belly catching his lover in his face.

“No!” He shouted as tears again began to run free from his eyes “No, no, no,” his body betraying his mind. Embarrassed, Harry tried to move away from the older man. Severus sat up and held Harry tightly.

“Well… that changes my plans slightly,” he said quietly as he stroked Harry’s back. “It’s alright, Harry. You’re young…. it will get hard again and very quickly, I expect…..”

Severus held Harry until the waves of pleasure and the embarrassment subsided, stroking his back and hair lovingly.

After a good, long moment Severus laid Harry back down on the bed and finished removing Harry’s clothing. Then, he reached over for the discarded flannel on the bedside table. He wiped his face and then cleaned off Harry’s stomach and cock.

Harry quickly discovered that Severus was quite right about his age and recovery rate. He watched Severus smile as he felt his flaccid penis begin to harden under Severus’ hand and the damp, rough cloth.

The older man stood up, placing the flannel back on the night table. He turned away from Harry and began removing his trousers.

Harry rolled onto his side to watch, leaning up on one elbow. He looked at the strong muscular back thinking to himself, “Why would you hide that under all those billowing robes.” As Severus’ naked buttocks were revealed, Harry felt his balls clenched tightly and his penis stood fully erect.

The man had a gorgeous, strong, masculine body.

“Wow,” Harry whispered. He heard Severus’ sexy deep voice chuckle again. Suddenly, Harry started thinking about his own body. Looking down, he felt he was woefully inadequate for the fully grown man before of him. He felt himself blushing furiously, looking for anything to cover himself.

Too late, the man turned back to gaze at Harry. Seeming to sense his sudden discomfort Severus sighed, “You are beautiful, Harry.”

The wanting gaze in Severus’ eyes was reassuring somehow, putting thoughts of covering himself out of Harry’s mind.

Harry allowed himself to look at the man’s body; his taut chest, firm stomach, resting his eyes finally on the hard, firm, blood-filled, man-sized cock. A very audible groan escaped from deep inside of Harry. He wanted to reach out and touch it. He wanted to taste the sparkling pre-cum glistening on the purple head. He forced his eyes away, back to Severus’ eyes. He reached out to the man and was quickly rewarded with a swift move and a naked Severus Snape on top of him.

His mouth enclosed Harry’s again. They each wound their arms around the other, frantically touching everywhere and everything they could grasp. Harry instinctively wrapped his legs around Severus’ hips rubbing their erections against each other, they both moaned in undeniable pleasure.

Severus’ hips were grinding into Harry’s groin so hard Harry felt for sure he would come with the friction of it.

The older man calmed himself. “How the hell is he doing that?” Harry wondered to himself, whimpering at the loss.

Severus untangled himself from Harry’s legs and rolled off of him. Harry felt himself grabbing at Severus, wanting his warmth back. Placing a reassuring hand on Harry’s chest, he opened the draw of the night table removing a small, blue vile. Turning back, he looked concerned about something.

“What?” Harry whispered.

Severus looked nervously. “You remember I said if anything gets to be too much for you, you are to tell me right away, Harry?”

“Yes, I do remember…. but that hasn’t happened, Severus,” Harry said, a bit worried that perhaps he had done something wrong.

Harry saw Severus’ eyes flash as he spoke his name, he knew that look now. It was a look he wanted to see for the rest of his life. It was a look of lust and passion and love. Harry’s breath caught in his chest. He reached out and placed his hand on Severus’ chest. “I trust you with all my heart, Severus.”

That was it. The man was lost. He quickly rolled back on top of Harry, crushing his mouth in a passion filled, ecstasy fulfilling, mind blowing kiss. Harry arched his back to push closer. He felt Severus’ strong hands guiding his legs back around the man’s hips.

Severus broke the kiss only to attack Harry’s neck with his mouth, rubbing Harry’s thighs roughly with his hands. Reaching Harry’s collar bone, he sucked and licked his way to Harry’s chest. Harry felt a surge of pleasure as Severus licked and nipped his nipple. He gasped and writhed against his new lover. He felt as if he would explode from the sensation.

He gave and audible hitch and froze when he felt a slick finger messaging against his arsehole. But he relaxed as Severus attacked his other nipple with his mouth. He gave a small shout when he felt the finger enter him. Grabbing Severus around the neck, he pushed up, his entire weight hanging off of Severus.

“It’s alright,” Severus cooed in his ear “relax, just relax, Harry. I won’t do anything to hurt you.”

Harry felt the finger gently moving in and out of him. It burned at first, but, slowly it began to feel nice. Harry relaxed a bit, still clinging to the strong body above him.

He gasped again when a second finger entered with the first. Severus shushing in his ear calming him, the fingers dove slowly in and out of his tight hole, gliding deeper each time. Sparks flew across Harry’s eyes as somewhere deep inside him those fingers found something that made his back arch and his world tremble.

Harry could feel Severus smile against his cheek. “That felt good, didn’t it?” Harry groaned and sought to stop that mouth from speaking with his own.

He hardly noticed when a third finger had joined, being wracked with the pleasure from the first two. But when the fingers withdrew completely and did not return, he whimpered like a child having their favourite toy taken away.

“Shush,” Severus said, “listen now, if this is too painful you must stop me, Harry. The last thing I want is to hurt you.”

Harry nodded into Severus’ neck “Please, please, more I want you inside me. Please.” He was begging and he didn’t give a shit in hell. He wanted it all now. His body was demanding it.

He felt the slick cock push against his arse. It slid slowly past the tight, rough ring. Harry felt a great burning. He held his breath, clinging desperately to Severus. Slowly ever so slowly Severus guided his hard cock inside Harry.

Harry hung onto Severus for dear life, not wanting it to stop, but not sure he could take the entire thing inside of him. It burned, and felt entirely too big to fit. Finally, Severus was completely sheathed inside of Harry. He felt warm kisses along his sweaty cheek. “Are you alright, Harry?” Severus breathed in his ear.

“Oh Merlin….. Severus, please move, please,” Harry cried. Another one of those deep and insanely sexy chuckles and Severus did just that.

He slowly began thrusting in and out of Harry, with each gentle movement the pain subsided and was replaced by pure ecstasy. Severus made sure to hit that pleasure point with each entrance, driving Harry to previously unimagined places. Harry quickly became a completely unintelligible, moaning, thrusting, incoherent mass of emotion.

He heard himself actually scream when he felt a slick hand begin pumping his hard cock. Each thrust inside of him was matched with a firm pull to his penis, a thumb running over the top and around the foreskin.

Harry felt like he would go mad before he could come. Finally, he felt his balls contract tightly against him. He felt fire light out from the centre of his groin, reaching every nerve in his body. He screamed Severus’ name as he felt his sticky, wet semen cover both their bellies. His muscles around the cock inside him contracted violently. Harry felt Severus thrust into him two times, a strangled cry of “Harry!” then he felt a hot liquid fill his insides.

Severus collapsed on the bed, Harry still clinging desperately to him. They stayed locked together until the after shock of their mutual release diminished. Harry relaxed his legs and let them fall to either side of the older man. With a great sigh, Severus pulled out of Harry and rolled to his side, dragging Harry with him. Harry nuzzled into the man’s neck. He felt warm lips touch his scar. Harry closed his eyes for a moment savouring what he had just experienced.

~Definitely Heaven~

Harry’s eyes shot open as he felt a warm cloth gently washing his stomach, quiet kisses against his shoulder. The cloth moved behind him and washed his sore backside with care. He felt cold, slippery fingers rubbing his arsehole, causing him to gasp in pain, clenching his muscles involuntarily.

“Relax, Harry, this will ease your discomfort,” Severus whispered against his ear, kissing is cheek lightly. Harry did as he was told and the fingers rubbed the soothing balm around his hole, then penetrating with a gentle message and more soft kisses. The fingers withdrew and Harry immediately felt a cooling, soothing sensation. He sighed and rolled over.

Severus was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a deep blue robe. He was smiling at Harry. Harry could not remember anyone ever smiling at him in such a way. It made him blush, but he didn’t look away.

The older man reached out and touched Harry’s cheek with the tips of his fingers. “As much as I would love for you to spend the entire night, Harry, your friends are going to be worried.” Harry sat up quickly. Severus was right. He didn’t even know what time it was.

“How long was I asleep, Severus?”

He liked saying that name. Harry reached over and grabbed his glasses, placing them back on his face.

“Not long, it’s shortly before midnight.” Severus got up.

“Do you think you can stand?” he said teasingly.

Harry stifled a laugh and swung his feet over the bed. Tentatively, he stood up. He found he was sore but in a good way. He stretched yawning, noticing Severus watching him.

Harry blushed again as he picked his pants and trousers up off the floor

He began getting dressed all the while aware of the dark eyes following him. Harry pulled his shirt over his shoulders as Severus stepped forward. He pushed Harry’s hands aside and began buttoning the shirt himself. A kiss to the top of Harry’s head later, completely dressed, he was being ushered out of the bedroom.

Harry started to get nervous again. He didn’t want to leave these rooms. He was afraid that there would never be another night. Harry didn’t want to think about that. He pushed the thoughts away as he felt a strong hand grasp his, pulling him into a warm embrace. Severus tipped Harry’s head up and kissed his lips firmly.

“You now know the password to my rooms,” he must have sensed Harry’s nervous panic. “We have to be careful until the end of the school year, but now that I’ve got you….. Mister Potter,” that deep chuckle was quickly becoming one of Harry’s favourite sounds, “I’m not letting go.”

There was another long kiss, before Severus broke the embrace, still grasping Harry’s hand.

“How will we…”

Severus cut Harry off. “I dare say, Harry, you will have a fair few extra detentions till the end of the school year…..”

Harry smiled.

“I’m sure I can manage that, Professor,” he said playfully. Severus grinned back at him.

“You have your invisibility cloak as well. Merlin knows, I’ve caught you enough times wandering the halls past curfew.” He raised a mock, scolding eyebrow at Harry’s sheepish grin. “My door is now always open to you, Harry…. always.”

Harry allowed himself to be led out of the rooms through the classroom to the large, oak door. Severus encircled Harry one last time in those strong arms, holding him closely. He placed another kiss on top of Harry’s head.

“I love you, Severus.” Harry whispered against his new lover’s chest. The embrace tightened.

“I love you too.” Severus replied.

He let go of Harry, opening the door he gently pushed Harry out.

“Now get to bed, you impertinent whelp,” Severus said with a smile.

“Yes, sir,” Harry said returning the smile. One last glance and the door shut behind him.

Harry made his way slowly back to Gryffindor Tower. He was savouring every memory of every touch and sensation his body had just experienced. He couldn’t quite believe that only a few hours ago he was in the greatest despair of his life and now he was blissfully happy.

“What a day,” he sighed to himself.

He was still wistfully replaying the past five hours when he found himself in front of the portrait of the fat lady. Harry stood for a few moments in front of the entrance to the Common Room. He knew that Ron and Hermione were in there. He hadn’t seen his two best friends since he ran from Potions class earlier. He was sure they were probably worried.

He stood there contemplating what he would say for quite a few minutes when the fat lady spoke.

“Are you going to keep me waiting all night?” She said irritably.

“Oh. Sorry.” Harry jumped.

“Dragon wings.”

The portrait swung forward. As Harry entered, Hermione immediately jumped up and ran toward him. She flung herself at Harry, tears streaming down her face.

“Oh, Harry. We’ve been so worried. Are you alright? Where have you been? Did you go to detention?” She hiccoughed against his chest.

Harry glanced over at Ron, noticing his best friend looking extremely frightened and worried as well. Harry sighed. He untangled himself from Hermione and led her back to the sofa in front of the fire. Ron stood up as they approached. “You okay mate?” He asked tentatively. Harry grinned at Ron.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Better then fine,” he said honestly.

Ron looked at Harry more closely, narrowing his eyes.

“You look like…” he paused and gasped. “Harry….. you went to detention.” Harry nodded, smiling broadly.

“And?” Hermione chimed in. Now inspecting Harry herself. “What happened in detention, Harry?”

Harry shook his head. He was not sharing that with anyone. He smiled at his two friends again. In fact Harry felt that he had not stopped smiling since he left the Potion’s classroom. He walked toward the stair case that led to his dorm room.

“Harry!” He heard Ron shout. He turned at the foot of the stairs, looking back at his two shocked friends. No, he was definitely not sharing.

“Thanks, Ron,” he said quietly then proceeded up the stairs to bed, leaving them to speculate on their own.

“I knew it!” He heard Ron exclaim to Hermione. “I knew I was right all along, Hermione.”

“Yup,” Harry thought, “definitely Heaven.”


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I was thinking of ending this here, but I have a thought to continue with the story
I'd appreciate feedback as to if I should add to the chapters or end the story now.
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Lioncourt fylke_meriadoc@hotmail.com 2006-11-01 id # 3000045447
Oh my god! oh my god! I love this! Amazing! Wonderful! *wide smile*

The way you devided the chapters with "~The Pit of Hell" and the like I thought was great. Also the way you described Harry's emotions was very good. You had me crying there.

I dont know if you should post the other chapters or not. This was a very good, witty, fluffy, funny ending all on its own. It all depends on what you are thinking on writing next and how that effects the story... I very much want to know what happens though. So if you dont post the chapters in this story, perhaps you could make them into a sequel? Whatever you decide to do; please mail me when you do!
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What I was thinking Lioncourt, and have actually started was doing the exact same bit from Snape's POV then perhaps continuing with the affair and Draco's determination to find out what exactly the dare was. I'm almost done Snape's POV it will need to be beta'd before I post though. So hopefully you lot will like that as well.