Love, Lies & Loneliness

Chapter 38
(Worth its weight in gold)

“…ooooh and that had to hurt. Professor Snape takes a bludger to the chest, did he not see it coming or is he just too slow!”

Harry smiled across at Draco as they both watched Snape double over on his broom clutching at his chest. Just as Draco had predicted the day was absolutely shocking whether for Quidditch. Rain pelted down at right angles and the wind played havoc with all the players. It had taken at least a full match quarter for Harry to recover having seen Snape step out onto the Quidditch pitch in black leather pants, and a soft white shirt. The man had a whistle hanging around his neck and knee high riding boots, along with the traditional leather gloves and a pair of goggles. His own hair was tied up securely with a leather band and the broom in his hand had to be at least 20 years old, its bristles still harbouring cobwebs. Still despite his obvious disapproval at being made referee Snape took to his broom and having released the quaffle begun the game with a loud sharp whistle blow.

He was brave, at least Harry had to give him that. Draco and he had taken it easy through the first half of the match merely pulling stunts on each other making sure Snape moved around the field as much as possible looking out for fouls. Now though they were playing with him, the snitch forgotten as they pretended to chase something and duck, dive and weave around him as if Snape himself was the snitch. A couple of times Harry had let his hand slap Snape on the way past the man too engrossed in keeping score to notice who it was who continually hit him. Snape looked positively exhausted by the time he blew his whistle singling the last match quarter. Slytherin were up 20 points but Harry didn’t care as he spotted a flash of gold above the stand at the far end of the pitch. Smiling to himself Harry watched as Snape moved into his line of sight, directly in the way of the Snitch that hovered about the referee.

Draco hadn’t noticed the snitch yet but as soon as Harry took off the blonde boy was behind Harry in an instant.

“Take the left and I’ll take the right.” Harry pointed at Draco who nodded in understanding. Both of them raced towards Snape their bodies pressed flat against their brooms. Snape was too slow to register their coming straight at him before it was too late. At the last moment the boys split Harry reaching out and plucking the snitch from above Snape’s head, before Draco could do it. Snape having feared a collision had automatically let go of his broom and Harry watched in silent satisfaction as the potions master fell the few meters to the ground, and landed flat on his back in the mud. Slowly Snape drew the whistle to his lips and with a halfhearted puff of air called the game to an end, much to the delight of the Gryffindor’s.

“Do you think he’s sore enough?” Harry tossed the little golden ball in his hand proudly as Draco sidled up beside him. Both boys looked down below them where Snape was still lying flat in the mud the other players landing on the ground around him.

“I think so, now for part B.” Draco smirked mischievously across at friend as both boys descended to the ground, where the team captains were helping Snape up from the mud. Harry and Draco discreetly removed themselves from the celebrations in the locker rooms and grabbing their brooms again flew up and around the school to a window just above the third floor corridor.
“If we get caught...” Harry muttered to himself as he helped Draco pry open the little window into the deserted corridor.

“We will if you don’t get a move on, he’s coming in the castle now.” Harry glanced down and smirked to himself as he saw a very bedraggled Snape walking back into the front entrance of the castle.

“I’m going, I’m going.” With Draco’s hand holding open the window Harry climbed slowly through the open space and fell with a wet thump onto the clean tiles of the teacher’s bathroom. “Ouch Draco did you have to push me.” Harry heard Draco sniggering outside the window as he stood up and held the window open for the blonde to climb through. Draco landed with far more grace and Harry grumbled as the boy smirked at him knowingly. “I don’t see why you have to come in too, its not as if you want to see Snape naked?” Draco rolled his eyes and stuck his wand out of the window sending both his and Harry’s brooms to the shed so that they could call them back later.

“No, I just want to be able to brag that I’ve seen the inside of the teachers bathroom and no one else has.” Draco pushed Harry towards one what looked to be a spare linen closet, both of the boys skirting the edge of the deep stone bath, sunk into the centre of the room. Crisp white bath towels and robes hung on individual hooks around the edges of the room, the name of the teacher the hook belonged to scribed in a fancy plaque above the hook.

“You know if we get caught my life is not going to be worth living.” Harry muttered as he squashed himself in to the closet among the fluffy white towels and robes.

“What does it matter if we get caught, we’re all ready on detention with Filch until the end of the year anyway, what more could he possibly do?” Draco looked far too confident as he squeezed himself into the linen closet next to Harry. Harry had a fair idea that Snape could probably do a hell of a lot more than just put them on detention, in fact he was sure the man had some sort of power to install a lifetimes worth of detention upon him. “Here help me open these.” With the door to the linen closet closed Draco gestured to the small slats of wood that formed air spaces in the door. With a bit of a push the two boys managed to open two of the slats wide enough to see through, without drawing attention to themselves. “There, perfect and I wish you wouldn’t put you hand there Potter, your fingers are freezing.” Harry grunted as he shifted his hand back to rest on his own thigh. The space was so small that Draco was pressed up against Harry, their wet, soggy Quidditch uniforms beginning to steam up Harry’s glasses in the warmth of the cramped linen closet.

“This is ridiculous.” Harry snapped as he shifted around so that Draco was pressed flush against his front the shorter boy’s head just reaching Harry’s chin.

“Ridiculous maybe, but worth the effort certainly.” At that the two boys heard the door to the bathroom opening and both of them peered through the open slats to watch as Professor Flitwick hobbled in. At this Harry looked across at Draco and glared at the other boy in disgust. The idea of seeing any of their professors other than Snape naked, was just so wrong, and if Flitwick got his clothes off anytime soon Harry was sure he’d never look at Charms the same way. Fortunately the little professor was only there to use the toilet and disappeared into the far cubical. Draco sighed softly in relief but instantly stopped breathing again as the door to the bathroom opened a second time and in walked Professor Snape.

Snape looked a complete mess, with dirt and mud clinging to his clothing like a second skin. His hair was mattered and wet and there were circles of dirt around his eyes where the goggles had been.

“Bloody Potter, he’ll be the death of me.” Harry smiled in the darkness of the cupboard as he watched Snape move over to a bench on the far side of the bath, above which was his own hook and name plaque sat. It was unusual to see Snape with his guard down muttering to himself and Harry smiled as the professor sat down on the bench and began pulling off his muddied boots. With his boots discarded Snape stood up and Harry watched in complete fascination as the professor peeled off his jacket and shirt, leaving him naked from the waist up. The sight was unexpected and Harry allowed himself to stare at the taunt muscled chest and upper arms. Admittedly Snape still had the rudimentary stomach, but Harry supposed that for a man approaching middle age Snape was still in pretty good shape. Involuntarily Harry licked his lips as he watched Snape reach for the button fly of the leather pants he wore but Snape had only managed to flick open the top button before the toilet flushed and Flitwick appeared.

“Severus? We don’t usually see you in here, a little sore are we?” Flitwick levitated himself up to the height of the washbasins to wash his hands as he smiled across at Snape who groaned as he prodded a bright red circular mark on his chest, where the bludger had hit him.

“I believe Hooch can keep her bloody job. It’s safer teaching Neville Longbottom potions than referee’ Quidditch.” Flitwick chuckled as he levitated himself back to the ground and dried his hands on a towel before wandering over to the door.

“Well, it was a good game none the less Severus. Harry Potter is quite the extraordinary seeker isn’t he?”

“Harry Potter is a menace to society on the back of that broom of his.” Flitwick chuckled again in his bubbly manner before saying his farewells and leaving the bathroom. When the door had closed Harry turned his attention back to Snape who sighed painfully as he reached down to continue unbuttoning his leather pants. Harry could hardly believe it as Snape turned around to face his hook and bent over at the waist as he pulled the black leather down his legs, revealing that he didn’t wear anything underneath them. Snape’s backside was perfect and Harry bit his lip hard as he watched the two taunt globes all but glow in the light of the room. With the last shred of clothing gone from his body Snape straightened himself back up and Harry sighed inwardly as he noticed the scars that littered the man’s back, much like the scars Harry himself bore. The scars were testament to Snape’s past as a death eater as was the burnt impression of the dark mark that despite Voldemort having gone still lingered on Snape’s forearm as a raised scar. Harry was too busy staring at the dark mark on the man’s arm that he hardly noticed as Snape turned around and flicked his wand at the bath in the centre of the room.

The bath instantly filled with steaming water, and Snape wandered over to its edge with two potions bottles in his hand. Harry didn’t take much notice of what Snape was doing with the potions however because the boy’s attention was now firmly rooted on the impressive cock that lay flaccid in Snape’s lap. Draco it seemed was also in shock of seeing how well blessed his godfather was and stared with his mouth hanging open in silence. Snape was big…hell no he was massive and Harry could barely imagine getting the thing into his mouth let alone in other parts of his body. The mere image of that frightened him and Harry hopped silently that it was only the light playing tricks that made the man seem bigger than what he was. The impressive cock that it was though lay flaccid from a dark dusting of hair and the twin sacks that hung taunt below just begged to be rolled between skilled fingers.

Having poured the entire contents of each potions bottle into his bath Snape spelled the bottles away and dipped his toe into the steaming water. As if he’d sensed Harry looking at him Snape reached down and adjusted himself with a firm hand before he slowly descended into the warm water with a hiss of satisfaction and a grunt of pain. Harry watched as Snape sunk down below the water level dunking his head beneath the warm water before resurfacing with his back to the linen cupboard. The black silky locks of hair that had been mattered and wind swept now lay in a wet curtain about the man’s powerful shoulders. Harry bit his lips harder as he watched Snape recline comfortably in the bath, his head resting on a towel draped over the edge of the bath and his arms stretched out along the edge of the tub holding him upright. While Snape’s back was turned to them Harry could still see Snape close his eyes a content smile forming on the man’s lips as he completely relaxed in the warmth of the soothing bath.

Harry stared lost in thought and it was only when Draco poked him with some force that Harry snapped his attention back to the blonde. The darkening expression on Draco’s face was clear even in the darkness and Harry knew why. Unconsciously he had wrapped his hand around Draco’s arm and was now squeezing it so tightly it would mostly likely form a bruise tomorrow. While that was problem was easily dealt with what was not so easily fixed was Harry’s erection which pressed firmly into Draco’s butt, where the two boys were crammed so tightly into the linen closet.

“Sorry.” Harry mouthed silently in apology trying and failing to move himself so that Draco was completely standing flush against his body. It was no use though and it was a groan from out in the bathroom that made the boys freeze and look back out into the open room. Both of them new immediately what Snape was doing, one of the man’s arms having slipped below the water while the other he held at his mouth biting down on it to stifle his groans.

“Shit.” Draco whispered barely audible as he closed his eyes not wanting to see his godfather wanking. Harry however couldn’t draw his eyes away from the man in the bath, Snape’s face one of utter concentration as he rhythmically slid his hand over his cock beneath the water. Harry had never seen Snape look so utterly hot and couldn’t help but begin to mirror Snape’s breathing as the man picked up the pace and leaned forward a little to gain more friction. Harry drew blood from his lips as he watched the taunt muscles in Snape’s shoulders tense up, the man’s pink lips parting in silent exclamation as he reached orgasm. Never in his entire life had Harry ever seen someone else reach their peek, not even daring to look at himself in a mirror to see what he looked like. Exhaling heavily Snape relaxed back into his former potion in the bath, the hand that had previously been hidden beneath the water returning to grip the side of the bath. Harry longed to have those talented fingers doing what they’d just done to Snape on Harry’s own cock, which at present throbbed painfully untouched in his trousers. Harry was sure he was close but the whispered words that issued from Snape’s lips next had Harry stuffing his fist into his mouth and his toes curling with the familiar rush.

“Fucking hell Harry, you do it to me every time.” The whispered comment was barely audible but in the silence of the bathroom it was heard as clear as day by the two boys hiding in the closet.

“Don’t you dare.” Just as Harry felt his ball tighten in impending orgasm, Draco reached around and grabbed at his friends erection beneath his robes and squeezed impossibly tight, essentially cutting off the orgasm as his other hand came up to clamp down over Harry’s mouth when the boy when to scream in pain. Harry’s eyes watered in pain as Draco tightened his grip on his friends lap determined not to have Harry’s orgasm tainting his own sex life for the rest of his adult days. Draco hoped that Snape hadn’t heard his whisper or Harry’s squeak of pain but as Draco went to whisper something again the door to the bathroom swung open and both boys looked completely horrified as the headmaster strolled in.

“Ah Severus, here you are.” Snape sat up immediately in his bath as he turned to face Dumbledore who respectfully sat down on his own bench near the door, so as not to disturb Snape’s privacy.

“Headmaster?” Snape brushed his wet hair from his eyes and went to rise from his bath and dress as Dumbledore smiled at him from above his half moon glasses.

“Please don’t get out on my account I didn’t mean to disturb your bath, it is only that I have some good news that I knew you’d want to hear as soon as I found out about it.” Harry was shaking physically as Draco continued the pressure on his cock denying the boy his orgasm as he listened intently to the two men conversing outside. Snape settled back in the bath again and gestured for Dumbledore to continue. “Minister Bugglesworth has finished his inquiry and has returned to the Ministry this afternoon and is confident that you are not involved in breaking any of the school policies regarding teacher student relationships.”

“What?” Snape could hardly believe what he’d heard and Draco smiled faintly as he watched his godfather sit back in utter shock. “How? He’d only been here three days?”

“Ah I believe you will have to ask Mr Malfoy about that. It seems that he and Mr Potter have been romantically involved with each other for over a year now, and that yourself being his guardian saw fit to encourage their relationship in secret, while protecting their relationship from shall we say unwanted attention.” Harry at this had stopped shaking slightly and was now staring at Draco who lowered his head silently in guilt.

“But, I. We…I mean….” Snape struggled to find purchase in his words, knowing that saying anything would give away his relationship with Harry but at the same time needing to know why Draco had done something like that.

“Severus my dear boy may I offer you a piece of advice my own professor gave to me when I was a young wizard.” Snape nodded still dumbfounded by what his godson had done. “Love is not easily found and with it comes tests we must pass in order to be worthy of it.” Dumbledore paused watching as Snape took in the information. “Love knows no bounds Severus, and I only ever wished for you and Harry to have happiness. The fact that you have found that happiness in each other is not for me or anyone else to judge. I trust your discretion Severus be sure you do not push that trust.” With a warm smile Dumbledore rose from his bench and with a polite nod of his head disappeared out of the bathroom leaving Snape staring blankly at the doorway.

Harry was frustrated, angry, confused and utterly shocked by what Dumbledore had said, and to add to his discomfort Draco’s fist around his cock was beginning to hurt and he couldn’t breath properly with the blonde’s hand over his mouth. Not being able to speak Harry bit hard down on Draco’s hand causing the blonde to fling his hand back and curse in pain.

“Ouch Harry that fucking hurt.” Forgetting completely where they were both boy’s froze as the door to the linen cupboard flung open and both of them stared at Snape who was now sitting casually on the edge of the bath, wand in hand and pointed directly at the two of them. Draco paled considerably; Harry still worried his lip on the breech of his impending orgasm. Draco watched as his godfather’s expression darkened as his gaze swept down to where Draco was still clutching Harry’s cock beneath his Quidditch robes. Draco looked down and freaked immediately letting go of his friend and taking a step back looking apologetically at Snape. No sooner had Draco’s hand loosened the pressure on Harry’s cock than the boy found the release he had been denied for so long. Crossing his legs over and bending at the hips Harry stuffed his hand into his mouth as he came in his pants, the rush of it making him sway as he panted and groaned in relief.

“Shit.” Harry whispered softly as he flushed pink right to the tips of his ears as he looked cautiously across at Snape who was staring at both of them with a murderous expression.

“I suggest you have a very good reason for this because at the moment from where I’m sitting it doesn’t look promising.” Harry and Draco instantly began to explain talking over one another as they attempted to lie, excuse, and apologise themselves to Snape who had now crossed his arms over his chest. “Silence!” Snape growled loudly both boys falling quiet immediately. “One at a time. Draco?” Snape turned to look at his godson who panicked and shook his head furiously.

“I didn’t touch him, well I did but it’s not what it looks like, we’re just friends, and I didn’t want him coming because that’s totally gross, so I just…. well you know stopped it, I’m straight you know that….” Draco trailed off as he watched his godfather nod silently his expression still dark but not so murderous.

“Harry?” Snape turned to Harry this time who was shifting uncomfortably about on his feet. He was still wet from the match, but now he was sticky too, as well as embarrassed as hell.

“Sorry, it was only meant as a bit of fun I just got a little too excited I suppose, It was all my idea.” Harry hung his head ready to take the blame for everything, especially when he realised what Draco had done for he and Snape with the Minister. There was a stagnant pause before Snape sighed heavily and rose from the bath, Harry and Draco both respectfully kept their eyes to the ground as Snape pulled on his fluffy white robe and wrapped it tightly about his body before turning back to face his wayward students.

“I don’t suppose me extending your detentions into next year will do any good so I won’t waste Mr Filch’s time by punishing you so. I will however remind you that you are both walking a very thin line of me informing Dumbledore of your continued disregard for the school rules. Consider this, gentlemen, as your second warning, push me again and I will not hesitate to inform the headmaster of your behaviour and insist that you both be suspended until you’re capable of controlling your actions.” Snape glared at both boys who nodded obediently. “Now I want you both out of my sight, until I can comprehend what is going on here. Draco you have some explaining to do and I will have you serve your detention tonight with me so you can tell me the entire story of what was going through your mind to tell such lies to a Minister. Harry? Go downstairs and wait for me in my office, I want to talk to you.” Snape’s eyes narrowed slightly at Harry who snuffled awkwardly around on his feet.

“Yes sir.” With a simultaneous muttering both Harry and Draco wandered outside, the door to the bathroom closing behind them with a sharp snap.

“Thanks for taking the fall.” Draco sighed and looked up from his feet silently thanking Harry for taking the punishment for the entire plan, Draco had thought up. Harry shrugged his shoulders and pulled at the wet Quidditch uniform, which was still hanging from his body.

“Thanks for saving my arse with the Ministry.” Harry replied softly a small ghost of a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. “And you were right it was worth it.” A cheeky grin spread across Draco’s face as the blonde boy looked across at Harry.

“We’re even then.” With a sigh the two sad and sorry boys began towards the grand staircase and down towards the dungeons, the looks they received from fellow students being ignored as each thought retrospectively about what they’d done and what unfortunately was still to come…

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>..