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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
50
Views:
105,141
Reviews:
543
Recommended:
6
Currently Reading:
4
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Draco
Chapter 37
“You’re quite the little surprise aren’t you Potter?” Harry awoke to a familiar voice to his right. Harry opened his eyes and watched as the blonde haired boy spun both his own and Harry’s wand around his fingers expertly. Attempting to sit up Harry hissed in pain and clutched his stomach. Draco smiled smugly and stood up from his chair beside the bed Potter was lying in. “You know its basic magic that when you apperate Potter you’re meant to take every part of you with you, including your child.” Draco pointed his wand at Harry’s stomach and the boy hastily clutched his hands over his stomach protectively. “You’re lucky you didn’t loose it, or so I’m told.” Harry remained silent as he watched Draco wandered slowly around the strange looking bedroom the boy still twirling the two wands about his fingers. “What a surprise it was to find you and uncle Sev have already been busy creating heirs to the Snape bloodline. How sweet, were you planning to be a family?” Harry chose not to answer Draco’s sarcastic question and remained silently clutching his stomach. Draco chuckled nastily and tucked his fringe back behind his ears so that the piercing blue eyes narrowed to glare at Harry.
“Just shut up and tell me what you want with me Draco.” Harry whispered cautiously watching as the boys sharp blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Now see that’s the attitude that’s going to get you killed Potter. You have to learn that when I have your wand you’ve got no power Potter and what I say goes.” Draco growled nastily at Harry and in no time at all the blonde had strode over to the bed and had grasped Harry’s chin painfully in his right hand drawing the boys face so close to his own that Harry could feel their noses touching.
“I’m not afraid to die Malfoy.” Harry spat nastily back wincing painfully as Draco struck him across the face sending his head snapping back into the wooden head board of the bed.
“Neither am I anymore Potter. You see death isn’t as scary when there’s nothing left for you here.” Draco walked away from Harry and over to a window. Harry could just see the tops of trees out of the window but not enough to tell him where he was. “I wondered why he chose you over me. You, who had nothing to offer him, nothing in the way of experience, family, breeding or intelligence. You’re just a name Potter, a scapegoat for the wizarding world to pin their problems on.” Draco turned around and stalked dangerously back towards the bed where Harry remained. “I could have given him everything. I knew his tastes, his likes, his desires. I share his passions and his hobbies. I enjoy his company and know only too well how hard life has been for him. I understand him and I would have made him a perfect mate. Yet he still chose you over me.” Draco had stalked up onto the bed and was now mere inches from Harry’s face, the blonde’s hands pinning Harry’s to the bed to stop the boy from moving. “Tell me does he make you scream his name Potter. Does he fuck you so hard you forget your own name? I know what he likes but I bet you don’t.” Draco looked smugly at Harry, who despite his attempt at feigning ignorance couldn’t help but be intrigued by what Draco had to say. “No. I didn’t think so. He thinks you’re too fragile for that. Repressing his deepest desires, holding himself back just because he’s worried he’ll break you. I bet he hasn’t even drawn blood.”
“Shut up Malfoy you haven’t a clue what Severus wants.” Harry was worried that perhaps Draco did know something he didn’t but the boy wasn’t going to let on he was concerned. Draco laughed nastily in Harry’s face and sat up in front of Harry his hand cruelly reaching forward and snatching Harry’s hands away from his stomach, ripping away the thin night shirt to expose the slight round of Harry’s stomach.
“Oh I think I do. I’ve watched him countless times paying for sex from some nameless wizard in Knockturn Alley. I bet he didn’t do the sorts of things I saw him do then, to you, when you were making this did he?” Harry winced as Draco dug his nails into Harry’s stomach drawing blood and creating red crescent shaped marks on the pale skin. Harry wondered what Draco was going to do next but then there was a resonating knock on the door and Draco jumped up from the bed and commanded the visitor to come in. A dark hooded figure stepped into the room and whispered something in Draco’s ear. The blonde nodded and smiled cruelly back at Harry on the bed. “It seems our little conversation is to be cut short Potter. You’ll be staying here until I wish Voldemort to know of your whereabouts. I don’t suggest trying to escape, the wards are deadly. I have things planned for you Potter before I give you over to my lord. Great things.” Harry swallowed awkwardly and watched as Draco grabbed the two wands before disappearing out of the door, it slamming and locking tight behind him.
Sighing heavily Harry sat up slowly from the bed and walked gingerly about the room. There was little in the way of furniture in the room the bed the main feature. Whoever lived in this room lived in opulence, with rich velvets and silk dressings adorning the furniture. Having inspecting the so-called deadly wards around the room Harry slowly walked over to the open doorway into a bathroom. The bathroom was black marble with silver tap ware. Unwittingly Harry caught his reflection in the mirror above the sink and winced, as he turned sideways on, his hand resting on the little bump of his stomach. The bump was barely noticeable to those not looking, and to most it would just seem as if the boy who lived had put on a little weight, yet to Harry it meant much more. The crescent shaped marks on Harry’s skin that Draco had left behind were angry and Harry winced as he ran his fingertips over the marks willing them away. Tears streamed down Harry’s face as he realised how hopeless his situation was, and as he knelt down on the cold marble floor the only thoughts in his mind were of seeing Severus again. As much as he’d cursed the potions master for his confusing moods, jealousy and strange behaviour Harry had to admit he did love him still. With a sigh Harry closed his eyes and rocking backwards and forwards on his heels chanting Severus name desperate to find the little part inside of him that belonged to his mate.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“You’re quite the little surprise aren’t you Potter?” Harry awoke to a familiar voice to his right. Harry opened his eyes and watched as the blonde haired boy spun both his own and Harry’s wand around his fingers expertly. Attempting to sit up Harry hissed in pain and clutched his stomach. Draco smiled smugly and stood up from his chair beside the bed Potter was lying in. “You know its basic magic that when you apperate Potter you’re meant to take every part of you with you, including your child.” Draco pointed his wand at Harry’s stomach and the boy hastily clutched his hands over his stomach protectively. “You’re lucky you didn’t loose it, or so I’m told.” Harry remained silent as he watched Draco wandered slowly around the strange looking bedroom the boy still twirling the two wands about his fingers. “What a surprise it was to find you and uncle Sev have already been busy creating heirs to the Snape bloodline. How sweet, were you planning to be a family?” Harry chose not to answer Draco’s sarcastic question and remained silently clutching his stomach. Draco chuckled nastily and tucked his fringe back behind his ears so that the piercing blue eyes narrowed to glare at Harry.
“Just shut up and tell me what you want with me Draco.” Harry whispered cautiously watching as the boys sharp blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Now see that’s the attitude that’s going to get you killed Potter. You have to learn that when I have your wand you’ve got no power Potter and what I say goes.” Draco growled nastily at Harry and in no time at all the blonde had strode over to the bed and had grasped Harry’s chin painfully in his right hand drawing the boys face so close to his own that Harry could feel their noses touching.
“I’m not afraid to die Malfoy.” Harry spat nastily back wincing painfully as Draco struck him across the face sending his head snapping back into the wooden head board of the bed.
“Neither am I anymore Potter. You see death isn’t as scary when there’s nothing left for you here.” Draco walked away from Harry and over to a window. Harry could just see the tops of trees out of the window but not enough to tell him where he was. “I wondered why he chose you over me. You, who had nothing to offer him, nothing in the way of experience, family, breeding or intelligence. You’re just a name Potter, a scapegoat for the wizarding world to pin their problems on.” Draco turned around and stalked dangerously back towards the bed where Harry remained. “I could have given him everything. I knew his tastes, his likes, his desires. I share his passions and his hobbies. I enjoy his company and know only too well how hard life has been for him. I understand him and I would have made him a perfect mate. Yet he still chose you over me.” Draco had stalked up onto the bed and was now mere inches from Harry’s face, the blonde’s hands pinning Harry’s to the bed to stop the boy from moving. “Tell me does he make you scream his name Potter. Does he fuck you so hard you forget your own name? I know what he likes but I bet you don’t.” Draco looked smugly at Harry, who despite his attempt at feigning ignorance couldn’t help but be intrigued by what Draco had to say. “No. I didn’t think so. He thinks you’re too fragile for that. Repressing his deepest desires, holding himself back just because he’s worried he’ll break you. I bet he hasn’t even drawn blood.”
“Shut up Malfoy you haven’t a clue what Severus wants.” Harry was worried that perhaps Draco did know something he didn’t but the boy wasn’t going to let on he was concerned. Draco laughed nastily in Harry’s face and sat up in front of Harry his hand cruelly reaching forward and snatching Harry’s hands away from his stomach, ripping away the thin night shirt to expose the slight round of Harry’s stomach.
“Oh I think I do. I’ve watched him countless times paying for sex from some nameless wizard in Knockturn Alley. I bet he didn’t do the sorts of things I saw him do then, to you, when you were making this did he?” Harry winced as Draco dug his nails into Harry’s stomach drawing blood and creating red crescent shaped marks on the pale skin. Harry wondered what Draco was going to do next but then there was a resonating knock on the door and Draco jumped up from the bed and commanded the visitor to come in. A dark hooded figure stepped into the room and whispered something in Draco’s ear. The blonde nodded and smiled cruelly back at Harry on the bed. “It seems our little conversation is to be cut short Potter. You’ll be staying here until I wish Voldemort to know of your whereabouts. I don’t suggest trying to escape, the wards are deadly. I have things planned for you Potter before I give you over to my lord. Great things.” Harry swallowed awkwardly and watched as Draco grabbed the two wands before disappearing out of the door, it slamming and locking tight behind him.
Sighing heavily Harry sat up slowly from the bed and walked gingerly about the room. There was little in the way of furniture in the room the bed the main feature. Whoever lived in this room lived in opulence, with rich velvets and silk dressings adorning the furniture. Having inspecting the so-called deadly wards around the room Harry slowly walked over to the open doorway into a bathroom. The bathroom was black marble with silver tap ware. Unwittingly Harry caught his reflection in the mirror above the sink and winced, as he turned sideways on, his hand resting on the little bump of his stomach. The bump was barely noticeable to those not looking, and to most it would just seem as if the boy who lived had put on a little weight, yet to Harry it meant much more. The crescent shaped marks on Harry’s skin that Draco had left behind were angry and Harry winced as he ran his fingertips over the marks willing them away. Tears streamed down Harry’s face as he realised how hopeless his situation was, and as he knelt down on the cold marble floor the only thoughts in his mind were of seeing Severus again. As much as he’d cursed the potions master for his confusing moods, jealousy and strange behaviour Harry had to admit he did love him still. With a sigh Harry closed his eyes and rocking backwards and forwards on his heels chanting Severus name desperate to find the little part inside of him that belonged to his mate.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>