Situational Ethics

Situational Ethics

By: Mizzfreestyle

Edited by: Amanda Saitou

Summary: Snape and Harry have been dating for nearly a year now, and what’s this? Snape starts acting strange, and before Harry can figure out why, Snape is married to someone else! Scandalous! Can Harry get him back? SSHP Angst/drama/romance.

A/N: Important: This is part tree and the last part of the prolog.

Mature content ahead

Chapter Three:

“No Room for Company”

There was only a petty week left before classes would let out and summer vacation would begin. Only Harry was distressed by the oncoming break, though. Why? Because he wouldn’t be able to see the little he had been seeing of Snape. Unfortunately for Harry, his relationship with Snape was going down the gutter. Quite soon after their last talk, Snape gave the impression that he was avoiding Harry more frequently than before. They were back to where they were in the beginning of the year, when Snape would flee with the rest of the students after class and when Snape would hardly appear in the Great Hall or in his office during any time when students were free to prowl. Even if Harry was still a neophyte when it came to relationships, he knew well enough that evasion wasn’t a good thing. Rumours began to dawn about the source of Snape’s consistent absence, and eventually, even Harry’s friends began to notice, and while Harry thought it was a premonition, everyone else thought it was fortuitous.

Early one bright morning, when Harry was eating breakfast with his friends, the door opened and Snape walked in. Harry was about to stuff his cereal into his mouth, but upon seeing the shunner, he missed his mouth and his cereal fell onto his lap. Instead of worrying about how he was going to clean off the milk, Harry began to organize a scheme to talk with the man at the most opportune moment. He would have to be surreptitious while sneaking up on Snape otherwise he’ll the man back into the dungeons.

The Potions Master casually took a seat besides his fellow staff and coolly helped himself to the first feast of the day. Though the entire hall seemed startled by his sudden presence, the staff members were impassive about Snape’s unusual behaviour. Harry was probably the most curious, if not most concerned person in the entire hall.

Luckily for Snape, when the owls made an entrance, it took all eyes of him… except for one. But not for much longer. The Daily Prophet latest and most rousing news covered the front of the article. “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Citied!”

“Luckily for you, Harry,” said Hermione as he passed Harry a towel, “He was cited in France.”

“And how does that make it any better? They’re still people there susceptible to his mass killings.”

“I know this may sound a little ignorant, but you’re the one person the entire Wizarding World has to protect. You’re the only one that can beat him. Do that, and the rest of the world will be saved. Of course Voldemort will kill people in the mean time, but there’s nothing you can do until you are entirely prepared.”

Harry wiped the milk stain that was nearly dry then sighed.

Before breakfast was even over, Snape disappeared just as quickly as he arrived and as he abandoned the Hall, Harry felt a great emptiness suddenly emerge inside of him; almost as if he had a hole in his body filled with cold air. He looked down at his plate and sighed. Ron and Hermione didn’t miss his sudden anguish, and quickly asked him if he was okay and Hermione apologized if what she had said about the rest of the world some how affected Harry. As everyone who doesn’t want to talk about their problems, Harry just said he was fine and continued to eat whatever he could, which wasn’t much.

Finally, it was the last class of the day: Potions. Harry, as every day before, hoped that Snape would turn around and talk to him, exchange a shy glance, or brush up against him for just a moment. Though Harry wished it with all his heart and soul, Snape would not even so much as look up from his desk as he continued to grade assignments.

Once again, as soon as class was over, Harry shoved everything in his bag, but before he could even get away from his desk, Snape was gone. Harry didn’t bother sighing this time. He just rolled his eyes as he left the dungeons with the other students, only to run into Malfoy. The blonde turned around and looked down at Harry, “Watch where you’re going, Potter,” he spat.

“Mind your attitude, Malfoy,” Harry passed around him and headed off in his own direction, but while trying to get away, ran into Cho.

“Oh, Harry, I needed to ask you something,” she asked shyly as she blocked Harry’s path.

Harry stopped and looked down at Cho who took his arm and brought him to the side.

“Harry, I know this is out of the blue, and it may sound a little weird, but I’ve kind of… fancied you for a little bit.” Cho paused and started fiddling with her hands. “And since we started talking, I’ve realized that you’re a great person, and I want to go out with you someday. Maybe this weekend?”

This was the most random event of his day thus far. For a moment, Harry felt like thunder had struck. “I don’t know, Cho. I’m in a complicated situation right now.”

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now. Think about it… I guess. And then get back to me. If you don’t want to, that’s alright. I won’t force you into anything. We will still be friends… I hope. But if you do, that’ll be fantastic.”

Harry smiled and then left.

Unbeknownst to Harry, someone else had heard the conversation.

The next Potions class was one of the most hostile Hogwarts had seen in many years. Snape was prowling the classroom much liked a caged wild tiger and every little thing agitated the man. From the way some potions bubbled to the smell of some girl’s perfume, to the ticking of the clock, to the scratching sound the quill made against parchment. Snape was meticulous. He pinpointed everything mentally, and wouldn’t say a word. What perturbed the students most was that Snape wouldn’t tell them is something had gone wrong. He merely took in a deep breath then let it out slowly before moving on. Harry had never seen his boyfriend this eager to have the class over. Then Harry had to mess up his potion again. Now Snape was going to be even more vicious. “Potter!”

Harry’s potion was hopeless. There was no point in trying to save it. “Stay after class,” he ordered as he walked down the aisle. Harry stood by his potions completely awestruck. His mouth felt loose in the joints and his hands were still hovering of the ingredients. If Harry knew all it took was one, non life threatening mishap, he would’ve done this long ago.

Class ended and Snape was quick in removing himself from his desk and approaching Harry. It had been a while since they were last alone. “Harry, I think you know why I asked you to stay after class.”

“Because I ruined my potion?”

“No.” The response stunned and bewildered Harry. Snape straightened out his robes and stood tall. “About a certain outing with a rather eager girl… does that ring any bells? For your sake, I hope it does.”

Harry gasped and Snape nodded with a rather furious look on his face. “She asked me to go out with her once.”

“Yes. I know that. And you didn’t inform me of this right away.”

“How can I? You’re never around…,” Harry was feeding the fires in Snape’s eyes. He stopped making excuses. “What should I do?”

Snape narrowed his eyes. “You are with me, Potter.”

“Am I? You never give me the time of the day. How are we supposed to have a healthy relationship if you’re always blowing me off? Maybe I should take up Cho’s offer. At least she’d make time for me.”

Without checking their environment, Snape backed Harry up quickly and forcefully pressed him up against the cold, stone wall. “Yes, Harry. You are mine. Not Ms. Chang’s. Never Ms. Chang’s. You will refuse her offer and inform her that you are already seeing someone.”

“Someone? My mystery boyfriend? Not even my closest friends know I’m with you.”

“We have our reasons.”

“Yes, but if Cho asks Ron or Hermione about my mysterious girlfriend, what are they going to say? They’re going to ask me who the luck girl is!”

“You tell them it’s a secret and leave it at that. They don’t need to pry into your private life.”

“I wish I could tell them. I don’t think they would care! They would be happy for me!”

“Harry, you will do nothing of the sort. You will refuse Ms. Chang’s offer and leave it at that.”

“You’re jealous, aren’t you? If anyone should be jealous, it should be me. I have to see couples frolicking everyday. But my boyfriend doesn’t even devote a second of the day to hug me…”

Snape silenced Harry by pressing his lips hard against Harry’s and the boy whimpered as Snape pushed against him with his body. Harry needed this like a withering primrose needed water. In addition, Snape felt like he needed to remind Harry who he was seeing. Harry opened his mouth and allowed Snape’s tongue to graciously touch his. But then Snape pulled away, leaving Harry rather red and frustrated. “I cannot always be with you, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve left you.”

Harry looked at Snape longingly but Snape shook his head. “I refuse to be intimate with you until you take care of Ms. Chang.”

A week passed in no time at all. Harry had quickly taken care of the thing with Cho, but left out a few major details. Now, it was his very last class for this year in potions. Harry sat quietly, hoping that in the course of the hour, Snape would pass him a glance, brush up against him, or pass him a note, anything to at least acknowledge that he was there! As class went on, Harry would work diligently, trying to keep his mind off of Snape, but then, as soon as the man stood up from behind his desk, Harry completely forgot to stir. His potion began to burn around the edges and it smelled like burned rubber. “Stir, Potter, stir!”

Harry took a hold of the wooden spoon and stirred as hard as he could. The potion had already burned on the outer layer, but at least it didn’t smell as much as it was a few moments ago. Just then, Snape brushed against Harry, and the boy nearly jumped out of his pants as Snape slipped something into his pocket and whisper into his ear almost inaudibly, “Open it later.”

Snape then weaved himself through the desks, critiquing potions; making sure that no one was trying to create the equivalent of the Muggles’ atomic bomb.

As soon as class was over, Harry found himself in the Gryffindor tower. He opened the note very carefully, and was surprised when a familiar aura of cologne burst out. Inside the letter, it was written:

Dear Harry,

I am distraught to know that soon you will be parting for the summer break.
Before you go, I would fancy a farewell visit. Please come by my quarters later
this evening when everyone else is asleep.

I await your arrival,

Severus Snape

Harry didn’t need much persuasion. He waited in the Gryffindor tower all day until it was finally dark. When the students began going off to bed, Harry quickly cast a spell so that the students would notice that he was missing and headed out after he grabbed his invisibility cloak. Once he reached Snape’s quarters, he whispered the password before the door appeared. He walked through and found Snape sitting on his couch drinking some brandy. Harry dropped his invisibility cloak, and Snape smirked. Setting aside his brandy, Snape motioned for Harry to approach him, and the teen wasted no time. Harry nearly ran over to Snape, gathered his face between his hands, and kissed his missed lips soundly. For a moment, Harry thought that he had made a mistake, kissing Snape like that, but then, all hesitation was gone as soon as Snape kissed him back; just as roughly as the first time. “About Ms. Change… did you…?”

“Yes. She’s not going to do anything…”

Snape pressed Harry against the warmer wall and asked, “To whom do you belong?”

“Only you…”

Snape’s hands were urgently grasping his hips, pulling him down coarsely. Obligingly, Harry straddled Snape’s lap and moved his hips forwards as Snape’s hands instructed. Not until Harry’s groin was positioned over Snape did the man precipitously thrust. Harry moaned over and over again against Snape’s lips then pulled away. He wrapped his arms around Snape’s neck and held onto him as Snape kissed his neck. “Harry, promise me you’ll trust me tonight.”

Harry didn’t know what Snape meant by that, but by all means, he was willing to go along with it. Within seconds, Snape had done away with nearly all of Harry’s clothing except for his briefs. “Severussss,” Harry held on tenaciously as Snape stroked the inner skin of his thighs. The move was simple, small, but was undermining Harry’s knees all the same. Snape then whispered a spell, and Harry could feel the man’s strong body against his. “Merlin, Severus.”

Snape kissed Harry’s lips as his wand slowly stroked the erection that had sprung up in Harry’s pants within the last few minutes or so. Harry wanted to pull Snape down within onto the rug and have him ravage his body senselessly, but the man persistently held him still. Then, Snape pulled away at Harry’s briefs, and they fell down to his ankles. Harry groaned as Snape pulled away and allowed the cold air to swathe him. Snape removed his own briefs and then pressed his naked body up against Harry’s. A jarring sensation quivered through his body as Snape suddenly thrust his hips against Harry’s and a moment later, Harry imitated it. Surprisingly, Snape groaned and bucked again. The two of them kept this up as long as their knees would allow it; which wasn’t for long. No one knew how it happened when they suddenly found themselves on the couch, with Snape atop, grinding his hips against Harry’s. “Uh…Ah!” For a better angle, Harry spread his legs and Snape’s groin fell between Harry’s thighs. He boy nearly climaxed when he felt Snape’s balls hit up against his arse. Merlin, did he ever want Snape to penetrate him.

Snape brought himself down again, and kissed Harry’s lips before he gave a few final thrusts, then Harry whispered, “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

Snape bucked one final time, and Harry arched against him as the two exploded against one another. Snape placed his head against Harry’s as the two listened to each others’ breathing for a few moments.

“I could do this all night with you,” Harry hugged Snape so tightly that Snape felt he could almost the raging fire inside of Harry burn against his skin.

“If you didn’t have to leave so early in the morning, you’d probably have your way.”

Snape cradled Harry’s in his lap as soon as he regained his posture and then after whispering a cleaning charm, he carried the exhausted teen to his bed. He laid Harry close to the center, then smuggled in besides him. Harry felt the happiest he had been in a long time as he felt Snape’s arm protectively come around to hold him. “Will you come for me?”

Snape slightly chuckled, “I believe I’ve already done that.”

Harry blushed furiously. “No, Severus, I meant, will you come and get me during the summer break?”

Snape closed his eyes and held Harry’s tighter. Harry knew that wasn’t a good sign. “Severus?”

“Go to sleep, Harry. You have a busy day tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“I know.”

“Come and rescue me, please?”

“We’ll see, Harry. We’ll see.”

HARRYPOTTERHARRYPOTTERHARRYPOTTER

As soon as the dawn came, Snape lightly shook Harry’s body. The older wizard was already up, showered and dressed, “You leave today, Harry. Can you manage to get into your common room safely?”

“I’ll try,” Harry made his way to the washroom, and several minutes later, be emerged, “I’ll miss you,” Harry wrapped his arms around Snape, since he knew this was going to be the last time he would see Snape for some time.

Snape raised Harry’s chin and kissed him lightly, pulled away to admire Harry’s face, then kissed the teen a bit more forcefully. He nearly rammed Harry up against the wall as his kiss progressed into a heated, passionate kiss between two lovers. Before Snape was tempted to take things any further, he slowed the kisses into something gentle and sweet, then pulled away. Harry’s lips were pink and slightly swollen from rough activities. “I think I will manage to fall in love you,” said Harry as he hugged Snape before he reached for his invisibility clock.

“It’s too early for such talk.”

Harry ignored that comment as he reluctantly left.

When Snape closed the door, he whispered to himself with remorse, “Goodbye, Harry.”

SEVERUSSNAPESEVERSSNAPESEVERUSSNAPE

The Hogwarts Express whistled as the students boarded the train. Harry quickly found a seat in a compartment away from the Slytherins along with his friends. He turned his head with a longing face towards Hogwarts. He knew that somewhere in there, Snape was still roaming about, and that room… where they had tenderly touched and loved each other, probably still smelled like their essence.

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