Protector

A.N: I know that the last chapter didn’t explain a few things so this chapter is going to make up for that. 5 more reviews (FROM 5 DIFFERENT PEOPLE! ^^)

***Previously***

Severus pulled away slightly, looking down he bhe boy. Harry’s hair sprawled over a pillow that held his head; his eyes were masked in hot desire and his position screamed how wanton he felt. He gazed up at his professor, his heart racing at the speed of light. He felt his head spin as reality slowly hit him. Just as soon as Severus realized what was happening, he removed himself from above Harry.

Harry shifted slightly, looking at his professor with a questioning stare. “Professor?” Severus simply looked at him with black eyes. “We can’t.”

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Part IV: Pressure

Harry was now near fear of the whole situation. He had fallen deep into thoughts of his uncle tugging away at his last form of human that lie dormant in his soul. Now his potions professor was tugging away at something that lies more dormant then that of anything he knew.

His hands began to shake as his thoughts began to turn into memories of his uncle’s touch; his hands crawling over Harry’s body; his harsh words; and finally his pulling away with no emotion in his eyes just the simple words that always rung in Harry’s ears, ‘Worthless.’ Yes, worthless as many had begun to think Harry was and most famous of them was his potion’s master. Severus Snape; a man with darkness surpassing all of those Harry had known.

‘What the hell am I doing?!’ He became angry now at being pulleto tto the seductive trance that his professor had placed. ‘What right does he have to do such things!?’ He knew not the answer, yet he still questioned it to himself and not out loud. Severus on the other hand, watched the boy with emotionless eyes. He sighed as he began to realize what he had just done and was about to apologize or do something in that manner, but Harry had risen in a red fury and stomped off into the room he was given.

The door shut with a harsh thud that echoed through the quiet enclosure. Severus shuddered slightly, cursing himself for all the pain he must have caused Harry. ‘Damn it! I don’t need the boy! Why have I pushed myself into something that could not b He He rose from the couch, quickly walking down the hall and into his very own room only to stop at the doorway. He looked to his right, watching the door that Harry had gone into.

He sighed a bit, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to do anything for tonight since the boy seemed quite upset by his actions. ‘Bloody HELL! Oh Merlin, what have I done?’ Severus walknto nto his room, throwing aside his cloak and walking to the fireplace that rested in the corner of the room. He pushed his hair from his face in a bit of frustration that the night had caused.

He knew that he wouldn’t be able to add up to the boy after this, but the question still lay, why did he care? Since when had he begun to care about Harry? Harry Potter, son of James Potter one of the most hated people in Severus’ life. Now his spawn, his creation, was living under the same roof as he and now he was beginning to care about the boy? He cursed his weakness to those emerald eyes; that messy black hair that surfaced among the tossing and turning strings of silk; those lips, their red wanting that called him; the softest silk that lined the boy from head to toe.

All but came to him as he began to ponder his feelings for the boy. He soon concluded that he was simply fooling himself out of sympathy for what Harry had gone through. Yet, it hadn’t yet explained a turning in his chest and the fluttered feeling in his stomach; it certainly didn’t explain the reaction his sexual physicality took when the boy stared at him with that innocent youth.

‘Oh bloody hell. Who am I fooling? I can’t simply excuse what I feel. Damn that Potter!’ He turned on his heels and walked to the restroom, turning on the shower. He had to take care of some aspects of his physical sexuality that had appeared with the thoughts of Harry’s body. He removed his remaining clothing before stepping into the shower and becoming overwhelmed with heat under the fire hot beads. He looked down, checking his status only to find a growing painful erection, full with pulsing blood. ‘Oh Merlin…’

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Harry flattened his body length against the bed in a rage. His eyes rocketed from every corner of the room, deep into thought. ‘What was I thinking?! I must be going mad! I swear that it is the state I am in!!’ He brushed a few strands of hair that strayed from the pillow. Exhaling a long waited intake of air, Harry rose from the bed and proceeded to walk to the other side of the room. He pressed his hand lightly to the brick lining the walls and cursing his human desires harshly.

From the other room, he could hear a shower running. He was amazed that the walls could take in the sound from the other room, since it was made from brick. Turning to face the door, Harry began to think again. This time the thoughts were unexpected. He pictured a naked form in a shower, inching near ecstasy. As the blur of a form began to focus, it was Severus Snape- Potion’s professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding.

He couldn’t help the reaction his body gained along with the images of his teacher running hot under a shower head; the water streaming from his deathly pale skin to the floor, traveling a tempting course along the way. His breathing began to speed up, as his body became increasingly hotter with each passing moment. ‘FUCK!’ He walked to the bed and removed his pants, sitting out on the bed and pressing his head back onto the pillow.

His hand found its designated place, resting on the tip of his now painful arousal. The tip was beginning to leak what was assumed to be pre-cum from the overly heating images; Snape iing ing him, thrusting him hard against the wall. He shifted slightly, a moan exerting from his mouth with much held back withdrawal. He tried to hold back his urges, but the resise pre proved to be unsuccessful as his hand began to stroke the hard flesh.

Dancing waves of pleasure climbed his aching bones to the tip of his arousal, only to flow back down his spine in a continuing course along his blood stream. Another breath turned into a moan remained at the girth of his throat, but soon seeped out into the cold night’s air. Pressing his head back and arching slightly, Harry began his rhythmic pumping only to increase into unbearable pleasure. He felt his body nearing ecstasy, but was stopped dead cold upon hearing a sharp intake of breath.

Harry opened his eyes, looking over to the form by his door. Professor Snape watched with baffled eyes at the boy that rested on the bed, completely bare in his lower half; the feeble hand rest lightly on his towering erection. Harry turned bright crimson, as he watched in mere embarrassment of his professor assessing the situation at hand.

“Mr. Potter?” The words came with a soft whisper as Severus tried to gain his control back. He was beginning to feel his lions respond with ver very erotic view of Harry. Harry quickly rolled off the bed, hiding his body from his potion teacher’s eyes. His heart raciracing at the speed of light, skipping beats once and a while due to the management of his breathing.

“Don’t look, go!” Instead of following the boy’s orders, Severus crept behind the bed, to find Harry lying out near tears. He knelt down; placing an encouraging hand on Harry’s back, he cursed his weakness once more. He no longer felt he would hide what he felt for the boy, though he was scared of what might result if the boy rejected him.

“Harry…” Harry widened his eyes his name. Not once had Snape spoke so tenderly and with such admiration in his voice. His name sounded like gold when spoken by Snape. He brought his eyes to his potion’s master, feeling odd at his lacking of his underwear or pants. He gasped slightly upon looking at his teacher. Snape’s eyes were covered in emotions that surprised Harry. One of which seemed to be love.

Severus leaned his head doprespressing his lips to Harry’s. He felt the body tense below him and knew why the boy was scared. He too must be haunted by memories and scared of rejection. He removed his lips lightly and brought them to the boy’s ear. “Harry, don’t be frightened.” Harry relaxed slightly at the soft words. The voice was so very calm and sensual. It sent surging tingles to taunt his blood stream.

Harry nodded and brought his lips to the older man’s, seeking refuge in their gentle touch. His hands found their way up and around the strong neck that leaned down over him. Everything in his body called out to Snape, wanting this tenderness to last for the night. As soon as he felt the cold hand on his chest, trepidation took course. His eyes flashed and Vernon took figure. “AH…ah…no no no…” He pulled away, his eyes damaged with fear.

Severus watched in slight confusion, but soon realized what was happening. “No Harry, it’s me…Snape.” Harry continued to shake violently, his eyes pressing into his knees as he rolled into a ball for protection. All he could hear were the furious words of his uncle and see the enormous figure of his uncle’s body over his. “Oh Merlin…please…don’t.”

Severus let out a soft sigh, knowing that he would have to take it slow from here out. Otherwise, he might have to deal with this kind of reaction each time he tried to touch the boy. He pressed a soft kiss to Harry’s head before standing to proceed to his room. He made sure to let Harry know one last thing, “I will take it slow, I am sorry.”

E.N. Sorry it was short, but just wanted to update and start on essay I have to do for class >.<