Guilty as Sin

CHAPTER 35

Harry sat with his legs crossed on the large floor cushion staring at Draco who was attempting to perform a complicated ward spell, and failing miserably. Snape was leant against his small table his arms crossed irritably and his lips pursed tightly together.

“You will not achieve anything if you do not practice Draco. It is a wonder you made it through the past six years of Transfiguration if you can not even hold you wand correctly!” Snape snapped irritably at the blonde as he snatched Draco’s wand out of the boy’s hand and proceeded to once again demonstrate the correct grip and wand motion for performing the spell. Harry remained silent and lowered his gaze to textbook lying open in his lap. 12 weeks they’d been down in the underground and the place was beginning to look just like the world above. Shops and stalls had opened in the central cavern, while families had set up small tent like homes in the many tunnels that ran off deep underground. An entire city had sprung up from nowhere, and Harry had to admit wizarding society were a resourceful bunch. Families were still arriving every day as Voldemort continued to terrorize the world above them. Small groups of Auror’s were sent out each day but most returned with little to show for their injuries. It seemed Voldemort had gained the ultimate weapon in the war, the Analysian curse was unbeatable. Curse breakers from around England and Europe had descended in droves, all of them working 24 hours a day to try and crack the ancient magic. The truth however was that while ever Voldemort was alive the terror would continue, and the only person in the world who could stop him was Harry Potter. A boy that at present was mindlessly doodling on his text book while being taught Transfiguration by his potion’s master and had absolutely no intention of fighting the dark lord.

“Potter are you listening to me?” Harry snapped his head up sharply as Snape’s angry voice penetrated his daydream. Guiltily Harry glanced up from his doodle and looked hastily to Draco for help. The blonde however was sitting back down on his own floor cushion dabbing at his split lip and nursing a bruised cheek. Harry had obviously missed the display of dominance and what ever point Snape had been making.

“No sir.” Harry finally whispered deciding it was better to just tell the truth and brave the consequences than try and lie and face worse. Snape growled low in his throat and slammed the transfiguration textbook closed with a loud echoing slam.

“This is not a holiday and while your peers are wasting their time down here you two shall not. I will make you competent wizards if I must beat every piece of magical information into you by hand. Now show me the spell again and this time concentrate!” Immediately Harry stood up and taking his wand aimed it at the miniature display house Snape had conjured for them to practice upon. With a firm hand Harry flicked his wand at the house and with the Latin charm spilling from his mouth Harry hoped to Merlin that it worked. Snape was a ruthless potion professor but he was a worse tutor. Unlike most of the students Harry and Draco were still being taught lessons, Snape taking it upon himself to keep them up to date with their studies determined to see them succeed. With relief Harry watched as the display house glowed a brilliant blue colour before the light faded. Immediately Snape picked up his own wand and aiming it at the house performed a series of nasty curses on it attempting to break the ward Harry had set up. Luckily the house was still standing when Snape had finished his tests and the boy watched as Snape turned towards him and nodded curtly. “Well done Potter, perhaps you do possess some skill after all. Now turn to page 115 and begin taking notes from the section on Repellant Wards.” Obediently Harry and Draco did as they were told as Snape picked up his robe from the back of the chair beside the desk. “I have a meeting with the headmaster I expect you to have finished the section and practiced before I return.” With a stern glare at his pupils Snape strode out of their little sanctuary and off down the tunnel towards the main cavern.

“Bastard.” Draco muttered when Snape was out of hearing range, as he threw his quill down on his parchment and collapsed back on his floor cushion clearly still in pain from Snape’s attack. Harry looked sympathetically across at the blonde before sighing heavily and wrapping his hands over his grumbling stomach. The past 12 weeks had been hell on all of them and was steadily growing worse. Being cooped up in such a small place, with little privacy was taking its toll. Draco was completely uncontrollable and challenged Snape more than even Harry dared. The blonde was covered in bruises; cuts and scratches where Snape had beat him to a pulp. Harry would be almost glad when Draco would come into season at the end of next month. Snape was even worse to live with than ever before, being forced into cohabitation with the people he hated the most was like living with a caged animal. Harry too was feeling the effects of being in the underground; he craved fresh air, the blue sky and the green grass. He was also craving something entirely unnatural and no amount of food would stop the rumbling in his stomach. As yet he hadn’t told Snape about his stomach nor had he let on the fact he was routinely throwing his guts up every morning before breakfast. Draco knew of course but his mood was just as foul as Snape’s so Harry had avoided confiding too much in the blonde. “I wish we could just leave.” Draco snapped as he rolled over to face Harry who was reading and making notes just as Snape had instructed him to.

“Where are we going to go?” Harry inquired sarcastically loosing his patience with Draco easily especially when his stomach gave another empty growl.

“I don’t know.” Draco drawled irritably in reply as he snatched Harry’s notes away from him in order to get the boy’s undivided attention. “But anywhere’s better than this dump. They’re doing nothing to help themselves, except trying to get Snape to convince you to face the dark lord. Like you’re going to help them after what they did to you?” Harry tried to snatch his parchment back but Draco flung it childishly under Snape’s desk out of reach. “Anyway I thought Snape said we wouldn’t be here come July and that’s only a month away Harry and we’ve gone nowhere and done nothing. We don’t even know what’s going on up there.” Draco snapped as he flung his hands skyward by way of explanation.

“I don’t know what we’re doing Draco just shut up and stop irritating Snape I can’t handle you and him together, it’s like fucking world war three!” Harry shouted finally loosing his temper and taking it out on the blonde. Draco wasn’t backing down though and pushed Harry hard backwards onto the floor, the confrontation that had been building for 12 weeks finally reaching the surface.

“Well you should care Potter, that isn’t puppy fat you’re putting on. Come July you won’t be able to hide it with baggy t-shirts and what happens when everyone finds out you’re shagging Snape and you’re carrying his baby!” Draco screamed back at Harry ignoring the way his voice echoed around the tunnel. Harry lunged forward his fist connecting with Draco’s jaw as he pinned the blonde to the floor and began laying into him.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Harry screamed into Draco’s face as the pair of them struggled and fought together on the floor ignoring the fact they were equally matched, and neither of them was going to back down. With eyes ringed with a purple hue and both focused on taking their frustrations out on one another neither of them noticed their approaching company until it was too late.

“Cease immediately!” Snape’s booming voice rang out through the tunnel and Harry fell heavily against the floor as Draco’s form was lifted from his body and flung across the space into the wall. Still raging Harry attempted to get up and attack Draco again but a shooting pain shot through his stomach and the boy crumpled in on himself with a cry of agony. With his eyes closed tightly Harry never saw the striking blow that Snape landed Draco, the blonde immediately backing down under Snape’s dominance. Harry did however hear the dangerous threat that Snape whispered into Draco’s ear. “This will not do, restrain yourself Draco or I will do it for you. Potter is no threat to you, you are equal and will remain so.” Harry heard the swish of robes on the stone floor before a cool hand came down to rest on his cheek gently brushing away the blood and sweat to softly cup his chin. “Potter look at me.” Snape’s voice was still dangerously level and Harry slowly opened his eyes to look at his Superei. “How long have you been craving?” Harry swallowed nervously knowing he was likely to be punished for not informing Snape of his condition.

“A month maybe more, the charm has made it easier but…” Harry looked at Snape’s chain that was hanging loosely around his neck the claw pendant hidden still in the folds of his robe. Snape nodded his brow furrowed deeply as he stared into the boy’s still purple gaze.

“Then the time has come for us to move. The wards make it impossible for me to smuggle in blood of any kind and should we pick a victim from among those down here the wards would kill us.” Snape slowly helped Harry to sit up and finally the boy focused on Draco who was cowering in the corner staring teary eyed at Snape’s turned back. Harry felt suddenly sorry for him and wondered silently if Draco was jealous Snape was paying him so much attention. “This will help until I can hunt, it is not cold but should abate the pain.” Harry watched as Snape removed the silver dagger from his bootlace. It was the same dagger he’d killed the other Superei with at Christmas and it was a constant accessory to Snape’s wardrobe. Slowly Snape dragged the sharp edge up his own wrist a crimson line instantly springing to the surface. Harry’s mouth began to water and his gaze clouded over as he focused his entire attention on the red oozing liquid on Snape’s wrist. “Come.” Snape gently gestured for Harry to come closer and the boy nestled himself into Snape’s lap as the man brought around his bleeding arm for Harry to taste. With one nervous glance at Snape for permission Harry attached his lips to Snape’s arm and began licking and sucking the liquid. No sooner had the metallic tasting liquid hit his tongue than Harry’s stomach finally began to feel full for the first time in months. Lapping at the blood Harry didn’t even notice as Draco had crawled over to them and in a way of apology rested his head in Harry’s lap, nuzzling guiltily. By the time Harry was done the cut along Snape’s arm had closed and Harry was nestled in comfortably against Snape’s chest almost purring in satisfaction. Judging for the hard bulge of Snape’s cock against Harry’s backside the elder wizard was just as content.

The trio sat like that for some time in silence listening to the sounds of the world around them. Finally though Snape straightened himself and with a gentle push removed his two Inferei from his lap as he stood up. Still pleasantly full Harry rolled contently over into the floor cushions to smile giddily up at Snape who adjusted himself beneath his robes before striding over to their makeshift bedroom. Draco lay on his belly staring at Harry, a small droplet of Snape’s blood clinging to his crimson stained lips. Crawling on his hands and knees Draco cautiously approached Harry. Harry shifted his gaze from Snape’s form to Draco who was now knelt beside him.

“What?” Harry whispered a little too huskily in his own opinion but unable to control how he felt at present.

“You have…” Draco trailed off as he leant forward and licked up the single droplet of blood from Harry’s lips. Harry shivered as Draco pulled away and licked his own lips. The pair of them stared at one another for a long time an unspoken understanding passing between them. Snape broke their intimate moment and both boys snapped their heads around sharply as Snape emerged dragging their three trunks behind him.

“Both of you stop making eyes at one another, get off your arses and help me pack. I want to be out of here before nightfall.” Dropping the empty trunks on the floor Snape glared at his two Inferei, before turning away and disappearing back into their partitioned bedroom to collect his own things. Both Harry and Draco sighed but with obedient nods got to work in silence. They were finally on the move and might just be free of their oppressors for the first time…

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>