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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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45
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27,626
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119
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But What?
CHAPTER 38
Harry groaned, as he felt Snape’s soft breath on the back of his neck, the man’s long fingers gently caressing his stomach. Slowly the peppering of kisses on the back of Harry’s neck began their decent, and Harry arched into nothing as his pajama bottoms were pulled down to his ankles and two wet kisses were placed on each of his arse cheeks. Breathing heavily Harry moaned loudly as two needing hands parted his cheeks before a long wet tongue plunged in to suckle at his puckered entrance. Writhing helplessly Harry whimpered with each stab of the fluid muscle into his tight hole, his own prick jumping frantically against his stomach painfully unattended. With a groan of need Harry tried to reach for his cock but found his hands pinned to his side, his throbbing member filled to capacity and just begging to be put out of it’s misery. Harry tried again but to no avail. In his lust induced frenzy Harry barely heard the voice calling to him, calling his name as if they were on the other side of the world. Dimly Harry hoped it was Snape, calling his name from where a finger had inserted itself into his hole and was thoroughly fucking it. As the sound of his voice got closer, so to did his impending orgasm.
“POTTER!” The voice was loud almost a scream in his ears as the fingers in his arse prodded the hidden gland inside and with a wordless shout of his own his cock exploded, showering cum all over himself and the figure now hovering above him.
“Severus.” Harry managed to whisper in a breathless sigh, as he slowly opened his eyes. The moment was ruined however when Harry’s dreamy gaze met an emerald sparkle. Like lightening Harry screamed, his recurring nightmare about Julius Snape hitting with vengeance.
“Jesus Harry, it’s me!” Harry was stunned as a firm slap nicked his cheek snapping him out of his dream and bringing him abruptly back to reality with a sharp thud. Panting as if he’d run a marathon Harry looked around pathetically at the room he lay in. It was Snape’s bedroom, just the way he’d left it when he’d fallen asleep the night before beside the man himself. Relaxing a little Harry groaned in humiliation as he turned back to face Draco who was perched on the end of the bed smiling at him mischievously. “Good dream Potter?” Draco laughed as Harry drew back the bed sheets to reveal a rapidly spreading wet patch on the front of his sleep pants.
“Fuck off Draco.” Harry snapped as he threw his legs out of bed and pulled awkwardly at the sticky mess he’d made of himself.
“You’re lucky he left early this morning for a meeting with the headmaster or you’d have been explaining it to him…” Draco teased as he threw Harry his glasses and gestured for the boy to head for the shower. Harry rolled his eyes as he disappeared into the bathroom, Draco following. “So what did you two get up to last night?” Draco sat himself down on the edge of the bath as Harry undressed and stepped into the warm spray of the shower.
“Nothing, he kissed me again and that was it.” Harry grumped as he began scrubbing himself thoroughly clean, always amazed at how far cum spread.
“Didn’t reach over for a bit of you know what?” Draco pushed as he grabbed a hairbrush and combed his hair in the reflection of the mirror.
“No and I’d wish you’d stop talking about it, Paris could be….” Harry stuck his head out of the shower momentarily to glare at Draco but the blonde ignored him and simply cut him off.
“Could be at Slytherin Quidditch Practice this morning…” Draco supplied as Harry rinsed himself and stepped out into one of the many large fluffy towels the house elves had left. Harry rolled his eyes but said nothing as Draco watched Harry dry himself and pad back out into the main bedroom to get dressed.
“You know you’re going to have to work on the whole ‘Julius’ thing too. Snape’s not going to want to have you screaming your head off crying rape when he’s trying to get his end away… His brother is the last thing he needs to be reminded of while having sex.” Draco flicked his wand at the bed, ensuring that it made itself before he plonked himself down on the padded lid of Snape’s trunk at the bottom of the bed while Harry dressed for school.
“For the last time Draco we’re not having sex, and I doubt very much if we ever will. This is just a big mistake and sooner rather than later he’s going to put an end to it and go back to being the heartless bastard we all know and love.” Harry snapped as he straightened his tie in the mirror before turning back to Draco for approval on his appearance.
“He was never that cold Harry, bitter perhaps but not heartless or else he’d have never allowed you and Paris to work through the Constantine potion with him as you did.” Harry cringed as he remembered the truth behind the entire ‘potion’ debacle. Not that he was ever going to admit the truth to anyone again, but it just didn’t sit well when people mentioned it.
“Still it’s fucked up Draco, it’s best I don’t expect much.” Harry muttered as he shoved a few textbooks in his bag and joined Draco out in the lounge room. They were already late for breakfast.
“Perhaps you just need to give things a nudge Harry, put to use some of those skills you learnt in Julius house.” Harry glared at Draco over his shoulder as the pair of them scurried down the corridors towards the great hall.
“I’ll think about it…” Harry muttered in reply as they entered the bustling morning antics of breakfast.
“And I’ll talk to Paris about teaching you a few more things…” Before Harry could protest Draco had already gone swanning off to the Slytherin table where Paris was scoffing down some scrambled eggs and finishing off his Potion’s homework from the night before.
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“Ah, Severus how was the weekend with Harry?” Snape sighed as he entered the headmaster’s office the old fool ready and waiting with a hot cup of tea and a plate of Snape’s favorite chocolate cookies. How anyone could be that perky in the morning was beyond Snape’s comprehension.
“Informative headmaster.” Severus sat his bundle of papers aside on the desk before joining Albus in the armchairs beside the fire.
“Indeed, may I ask what insights you gleamed into our brightest star?” Snape resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the headmaster’s description of Harry. Despite everything Harry would never be anything but the perfect student in the headmasters eyes.
“Nothing I should repeat Headmaster, suffice to say that your theory regarding Potter’s unusual reaction to my brothers ‘Constantine potion’ was correct.” Snape sipped from his tea grimacing at the over abundance of sugar and lack of something stronger. The headmaster smiled and nodded his eyes twinkling at Snape from over the rim of his own cup of tea.
“Indeed I suspected as much but am surprised that the boy’s hidden talent chose to show itself now rather than earlier in his life.” Albus commented casually as he offered Snape a cookie before taking one himself.
“Necessity is the likely cause Albus, the potion merely forced Harry’s inner magic to react.” Snape finished his tea and put the cup a side, quickly refusing another cup that Dumbledore offered to pour for him.
“Necessity and perhaps a little of something else Severus?” Snape frowned at the cryptic question Albus threw his way the elder wizards eyes sparkling with an untold knowledge. “Anyway I’m glad to hear we’ve got to the bottom of the problem, it will be no problem now for Harry to return to his dormitory in the Gryfindor tower.” Severus looked up sharply as the Headmaster smiled and stood up from his chair to move over to his desk. “McGonagall has been expressing her concern about the boy invading your privacy down in the dungeons for long enough.” Snape didn’t know what to say a part of him wanted Harry to stay with him, while another more rational part told him it was for the best that the boy returned to his dorms.
“But…” Snape stopped himself knowing that there were no excuses for Harry to stay with him.
“But what my dear boy? Harry shall return to his dorms this evening unless there is another reason he should not? After all, with the potion in no danger of killing him now, I see no reason for him not to return to his house mates.”
“Yes headmaster.” Severus agreed as he picked up his books and parchment from the desk, to head down for breakfast. “Thank-you for the tea Albus.” Severus was just stepping through the doorway to leave when Albus’ voice made him pause.
“Severus, Harry is not his father and what ever feelings you may have projected onto the boy surely you must understand they will never be returned. A school boy crush was all it took for the potion to take a hold of, and a school boy crush is all it will ever be when the haze of the potion still clouding his judgment disappears.” Snape didn’t bother turning around to face the headmaster and merely continued his journey on down the stairs, letting the headmasters voice echo in his mind.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Harry groaned, as he felt Snape’s soft breath on the back of his neck, the man’s long fingers gently caressing his stomach. Slowly the peppering of kisses on the back of Harry’s neck began their decent, and Harry arched into nothing as his pajama bottoms were pulled down to his ankles and two wet kisses were placed on each of his arse cheeks. Breathing heavily Harry moaned loudly as two needing hands parted his cheeks before a long wet tongue plunged in to suckle at his puckered entrance. Writhing helplessly Harry whimpered with each stab of the fluid muscle into his tight hole, his own prick jumping frantically against his stomach painfully unattended. With a groan of need Harry tried to reach for his cock but found his hands pinned to his side, his throbbing member filled to capacity and just begging to be put out of it’s misery. Harry tried again but to no avail. In his lust induced frenzy Harry barely heard the voice calling to him, calling his name as if they were on the other side of the world. Dimly Harry hoped it was Snape, calling his name from where a finger had inserted itself into his hole and was thoroughly fucking it. As the sound of his voice got closer, so to did his impending orgasm.
“POTTER!” The voice was loud almost a scream in his ears as the fingers in his arse prodded the hidden gland inside and with a wordless shout of his own his cock exploded, showering cum all over himself and the figure now hovering above him.
“Severus.” Harry managed to whisper in a breathless sigh, as he slowly opened his eyes. The moment was ruined however when Harry’s dreamy gaze met an emerald sparkle. Like lightening Harry screamed, his recurring nightmare about Julius Snape hitting with vengeance.
“Jesus Harry, it’s me!” Harry was stunned as a firm slap nicked his cheek snapping him out of his dream and bringing him abruptly back to reality with a sharp thud. Panting as if he’d run a marathon Harry looked around pathetically at the room he lay in. It was Snape’s bedroom, just the way he’d left it when he’d fallen asleep the night before beside the man himself. Relaxing a little Harry groaned in humiliation as he turned back to face Draco who was perched on the end of the bed smiling at him mischievously. “Good dream Potter?” Draco laughed as Harry drew back the bed sheets to reveal a rapidly spreading wet patch on the front of his sleep pants.
“Fuck off Draco.” Harry snapped as he threw his legs out of bed and pulled awkwardly at the sticky mess he’d made of himself.
“You’re lucky he left early this morning for a meeting with the headmaster or you’d have been explaining it to him…” Draco teased as he threw Harry his glasses and gestured for the boy to head for the shower. Harry rolled his eyes as he disappeared into the bathroom, Draco following. “So what did you two get up to last night?” Draco sat himself down on the edge of the bath as Harry undressed and stepped into the warm spray of the shower.
“Nothing, he kissed me again and that was it.” Harry grumped as he began scrubbing himself thoroughly clean, always amazed at how far cum spread.
“Didn’t reach over for a bit of you know what?” Draco pushed as he grabbed a hairbrush and combed his hair in the reflection of the mirror.
“No and I’d wish you’d stop talking about it, Paris could be….” Harry stuck his head out of the shower momentarily to glare at Draco but the blonde ignored him and simply cut him off.
“Could be at Slytherin Quidditch Practice this morning…” Draco supplied as Harry rinsed himself and stepped out into one of the many large fluffy towels the house elves had left. Harry rolled his eyes but said nothing as Draco watched Harry dry himself and pad back out into the main bedroom to get dressed.
“You know you’re going to have to work on the whole ‘Julius’ thing too. Snape’s not going to want to have you screaming your head off crying rape when he’s trying to get his end away… His brother is the last thing he needs to be reminded of while having sex.” Draco flicked his wand at the bed, ensuring that it made itself before he plonked himself down on the padded lid of Snape’s trunk at the bottom of the bed while Harry dressed for school.
“For the last time Draco we’re not having sex, and I doubt very much if we ever will. This is just a big mistake and sooner rather than later he’s going to put an end to it and go back to being the heartless bastard we all know and love.” Harry snapped as he straightened his tie in the mirror before turning back to Draco for approval on his appearance.
“He was never that cold Harry, bitter perhaps but not heartless or else he’d have never allowed you and Paris to work through the Constantine potion with him as you did.” Harry cringed as he remembered the truth behind the entire ‘potion’ debacle. Not that he was ever going to admit the truth to anyone again, but it just didn’t sit well when people mentioned it.
“Still it’s fucked up Draco, it’s best I don’t expect much.” Harry muttered as he shoved a few textbooks in his bag and joined Draco out in the lounge room. They were already late for breakfast.
“Perhaps you just need to give things a nudge Harry, put to use some of those skills you learnt in Julius house.” Harry glared at Draco over his shoulder as the pair of them scurried down the corridors towards the great hall.
“I’ll think about it…” Harry muttered in reply as they entered the bustling morning antics of breakfast.
“And I’ll talk to Paris about teaching you a few more things…” Before Harry could protest Draco had already gone swanning off to the Slytherin table where Paris was scoffing down some scrambled eggs and finishing off his Potion’s homework from the night before.
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“Ah, Severus how was the weekend with Harry?” Snape sighed as he entered the headmaster’s office the old fool ready and waiting with a hot cup of tea and a plate of Snape’s favorite chocolate cookies. How anyone could be that perky in the morning was beyond Snape’s comprehension.
“Informative headmaster.” Severus sat his bundle of papers aside on the desk before joining Albus in the armchairs beside the fire.
“Indeed, may I ask what insights you gleamed into our brightest star?” Snape resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the headmaster’s description of Harry. Despite everything Harry would never be anything but the perfect student in the headmasters eyes.
“Nothing I should repeat Headmaster, suffice to say that your theory regarding Potter’s unusual reaction to my brothers ‘Constantine potion’ was correct.” Snape sipped from his tea grimacing at the over abundance of sugar and lack of something stronger. The headmaster smiled and nodded his eyes twinkling at Snape from over the rim of his own cup of tea.
“Indeed I suspected as much but am surprised that the boy’s hidden talent chose to show itself now rather than earlier in his life.” Albus commented casually as he offered Snape a cookie before taking one himself.
“Necessity is the likely cause Albus, the potion merely forced Harry’s inner magic to react.” Snape finished his tea and put the cup a side, quickly refusing another cup that Dumbledore offered to pour for him.
“Necessity and perhaps a little of something else Severus?” Snape frowned at the cryptic question Albus threw his way the elder wizards eyes sparkling with an untold knowledge. “Anyway I’m glad to hear we’ve got to the bottom of the problem, it will be no problem now for Harry to return to his dormitory in the Gryfindor tower.” Severus looked up sharply as the Headmaster smiled and stood up from his chair to move over to his desk. “McGonagall has been expressing her concern about the boy invading your privacy down in the dungeons for long enough.” Snape didn’t know what to say a part of him wanted Harry to stay with him, while another more rational part told him it was for the best that the boy returned to his dorms.
“But…” Snape stopped himself knowing that there were no excuses for Harry to stay with him.
“But what my dear boy? Harry shall return to his dorms this evening unless there is another reason he should not? After all, with the potion in no danger of killing him now, I see no reason for him not to return to his house mates.”
“Yes headmaster.” Severus agreed as he picked up his books and parchment from the desk, to head down for breakfast. “Thank-you for the tea Albus.” Severus was just stepping through the doorway to leave when Albus’ voice made him pause.
“Severus, Harry is not his father and what ever feelings you may have projected onto the boy surely you must understand they will never be returned. A school boy crush was all it took for the potion to take a hold of, and a school boy crush is all it will ever be when the haze of the potion still clouding his judgment disappears.” Snape didn’t bother turning around to face the headmaster and merely continued his journey on down the stairs, letting the headmasters voice echo in his mind.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>