Such a Thin Line

Such a Thin Line 4

Title: Such a Thin Line 4
Author: Annabella
Rating: NC-17"”Smut with a plot. I'm as surprised about that fact as you are.
Pairing: HP/SS
Beta: No one"”yet. Position is open.
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just borrow. The overdue fines sure do pile up!

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Waking up on a cold stone floor is a prefect way to remind someone exactly how old he or she is. This is how I find myself. On my back with only the few layers of my cloak as cushion against the hard, cold stone. My body is sore, some areas more so than others, I feel old. Looking down to my sleeping lover makes me feel even older. His young body cuddled so close to mine. Tan skin a strake contrast to my white paler. With his tussled hair a mess on top of his head and the smooth skin of his face, void of any marks except one, nestled against my chest. That blasted scar on his forehead brought us together in the first place. It's beautiful. He's beautiful, so young, and if memory serves right, so very horny. Hence, me being on the floor and he's all mine. I smile; it's good to be old.

Somehow I'm going to have to find a way to award Gyrffindor house some well-deserved points. Apparently, young Mr. Potter did study for Potions after all. His discovery of the Erectus potion, during a detention, and its many uses was a brilliant idea. For him to remember that that certain potion was in my cupboard after all these years amazes me"”I had forgotten it was even there. Having made it many years ago during my spy days as a favor to one of my Death eater contacts, whom I may happily say met an untimely end before he could collect it. I pushed it to the back of the cabinet. There was no need to remind myself of my forced state of celibacy day after day.

The young male mind astounds me with what it can remember. What doesn't surprise me is that it involved sex. What does surprise me is that in just two days, I went from being the lonely, sarcastic, bitter potion master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to the very happy, smiling lover of one Harry James Potter. Hell has finally frozen over. Life is finally good. The only down side is that he had to lose his Godfather. Sirius Black is the most stubborn, pig-headed man I've ever met. Can't he see that Harry is happy? All Harry ever wanted is a family. Never having had one, he values it very highly. I'm honored to think that he now counts me as part of his family. Looking down I can see that he's smiling in his sleep. My heart breaks knowing that when he wakes he'll stop smiling just as soon as he remembers his encounter with his beloved Godfather.
I want himilymily to be complete. Even if that means that I have to put my strong dislike for Black aside, I'll do it. Someway, I have to get these two talking to each other again. I shudder at the idea. I have to talk with Black; no I have to call him Sirius, for Harry. It'll be worth it.

My gaze returns to my lover's face. I'm met with two sprinkling green globes, still heavy from sleep. "Good morning?" he mumbles while reaching for his glasses that landed somewhere to his left.

"Good morning, indeed," I reply as I watch him stretch out. Quidditch has been good to him. Lean, well-toned muscles are covered with tan skin. My body automatically responses to such a wonderful sight.

"What time is it?" His question pulls me back into reality. The Erectus Potion is great for letting you bunk like bunnies for hours on end. The only side effect being once it wears off you have to sleep for twelve hours. That would make it sometime Monday morning. Reality crashed down onto me full force. Monday being a school day, I have a class first thing Monday morning. A class in the very room that we're spread out naked on the floor. Oh god, this can't be good. My arousal quickly deflates. A quick look at my watch tells me that we have exactly twenty minutes to become presentable for the day. Thank goodness, no one is ever early to my class.

"Twenty minutes to become Professors again," I respond pulling my sore, worn out body off the floor. I watch him practically leap off the floor, as if sleeping on a floor is normal everyday behavior. My mind wanders to the stories I heard while he was a student here. A hard, cold stone floor is probably an improvement over some of the places he's had to sleep in his young life. God, help me, if I ever get my hands on those muggles that held the title of his legal guardians, I'll hex them into their next lifetime. I wouldn't trust a lab rat with them.

Watching him pull his robes over his body hurts, so I turn away from him to find my clothes. I quick search of the room reminds me of the eagerness of my lover last night. Only my heavy cloak survived. I flick of my wand sends the remains of my clothes to the waste bin in my private rooms. I must remember to have a house elf empty that before the nosy Headmaster decides to pay a visit. I don't think I'm up to suffering his all knowing smile and the "˜I told you so' attitude. Gods, I wish I knew how he did that?

Strong arms encircle me from behind. I can feel his warm breath on my bare neck. "I'll see you at lunch," his whispers in my ear. I turn around in his embrace. Pulling him close for one final kiss goo. .

"If I must," I reply dryly, but the slight up turn of my lips betrays me. He smiles, leans forward again and kisses me. I glare"”nothing. Have I lost all my intimation skills I've worked years carefully cultivating?

He pulls back, a little breathless, "Don't you dare give anyone detention today," he commands.

"And why not?" My curiosity is peaked. I live to give detentions to the dunderheads I must teach year after damnable year. The wicked smile he pulls onto his faces scares me"”in a good way, however.

"I plan to get you into a bed today"”right after dinner. A detention would ruin that plan," he smiles innocently at me. With his boyish features he pulls off the look.

"A bed"”what a novel idea? How ever did you think of that?" Ah, my sarcasm hasn't left me yet.

He smiles, "Oh, it just came to me," rubbing his back, he continues, "plus, I don't think that my back will take to kindly to another night on the floor." With that he disappears from my sight. I have a feeling that today is going to be a very long day.

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"Mr. Applegate," I hiss from across my classroom, "What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing? Are you trying to blow everyone up, perhaps?"

John Applegate has to be my punishment for all my past wrong deeds. He, by far, surpasses Neville Longbottom's incompetence in potion making. Everyday I have him in class, I fear for my life. A small part of me wonders if he's the higher power's agent to come and destroy me. Another part of me throws that idea out, knowing that that job already goes to a certain Gyrffindor. The method being pleasure, not an exploding cauldron.

My pants are tight again. This is only the second class of the day and already I'm going insane fighting the constant hard-on I have. I'm thankful for my bellowing robes and all that they hide. I would think that a man of my age and experience would be able to control my body's primal urges. I dismissed that idea as soon as I walked into my classroom this morning and spied the desk that Harry was bent over and fucked senseless on just last night. I've had an erection, in various stages of hardness, since, how embarrassing?

 
Now I must wit with Mr. Applegate, whom is seated at the before mentioned desk. Today is going to be a really long one in deed. I stalk toward him. "So enlighten us, are you trying to blow us up?" He cowers in fear.

"No, sir," he replies in a whisper.

"Well, you've done a excellent job fooling me. If you'd put as much effort in potion making as you do your incompetence in it, you'd do very well. That'll be thirty points from Gyrffindor for attempted harm to your fellow students and a professor and a detention with Mr. Filch," I almost said with me, but I caught myself in time. Nothing is going to get in the way of Harry, me, and a bed, not John Applegate nor even Voldemort himself.

Turning away from the class I hear a sigh of relief from the boy. I smile knowing that a detention with Mr. Filch is still far better than one with me.

Glancing at my watch tells me that class is almost over. No one has made the potion right. "Class clean up the excuses you call a potion that are bubbling away in your cauldrons and get out of my sight."

As if the hounds of Hell were on their tails they cleaned up and were out the door of my classroom within five minutes. I contemplated taking points from them for taking so long, but decided against it. I do not need of visit from McGonagall tonight.

Only when my classroom was all clear and the door firmly shut did I lean heavily against my desk and try to adjust my aching cock. It was no help and quite possibly made it worse.

Lunch was hell. A pleasurable hell, but hell none the less. Harry sat next to me as he has always done and every Defense Professor has done before him. I've never seen a problem with this arrangement. Okay, I'll confess. I wasn't too fond of Quirrel, the two-faced, shuttering git. To think that I sat next to Voldemort for a whole year and still am alive amazes me. Lockhart? Shudder, I'm not going there. Not even with a ten-foot pole. Love potions, my arse, he just wanted to get into my pants. Lupin? He was all right, not counting the couple of day before and after the full moon. Moody, the real Moody? I was just getting used to his little threats of what he was going to do to me when my true loyalties came out. Never in million years did I imagine I'd be on the receive end of a hug from him for saving his life during the final battle. The Christmas card from him every year is nice, strange but nice. Potter? He's simply going to be the death of me.

I almost choked on my crescent sandwich when Minvera asked me if I was feeling well. She said I looked a little flushed. Well, she would be too if she had someone feeling you up under the table. Somehow I think she knew that Harry's deft hand was running up and down the inside of my leg. Coming dangerously close to my hard, aching erection but never making contact. You'd never know what exactly he was doby tby the look on his face. Calm as the cucumber he was munching on. But the smirk on her face spoke volumes of her dirty little mind.

I exited the Great Hall as soon as I was done eating. Standing up quickly, I turned and swept out through the back door just to the left of where I was seated. My full attentions to go somewhere private and taking care of a certain problem"”mainly the throbbing organ between my legs. I never made it. Halfway down to the dungeons I was pulled into a classroom by an invisible force. The door was quickly shut with me pressed up against it caught in a firm, demanding kiss before I could utter a word, or hex.

After a couple moments of moaning and pawing aimlessly, we broke the kiss from lack of oxygen.

"You had to see your face when Minvera asked after your health," Harry said before he burst out laughing. Almost doubling over in his mirth.

"I can imagine," I respond with a g. H. He doesn't know it yet but he's going to pay for the little torture session, namely called lunch.

"Oh, come off it Severus, you know as well as I that all each of us wanted to do was clear the table, lay the other down on it and fuck the other through it."

"As inviting as the notion of sending Minvera into a stroke is I have to say that idea never crossed my mind. Now pressing you up against the wall, however." That mental picture was almost my undoing. Grng hng him and pressing him up against the door as I was just moments before, I kissed him. I poured all my frustrations out into the kiss. My hands roaming over his body. Hitching his robes up around his waist I dive under. Holy Merlin balls! How am I going to be able to function now? My hands come into contact with bare flesh. The bare flesh of his arse. He's naked, wearing nothing, under his teaching robes.

Breaking the kiss I pull back to look at his face. The evil little smile is back on his kiss-swollen lips.

"Drat!" He pouts. "That was suppose to be my little secret."

I quirk an eyebrow. "Professor Potter, what would the Headmaster do if he knew that his Defense Against Dark Arts Professor was going commando under his robes?" My voice low and silky in his ear making his cock twitch against my thigh.

"The Headmaster?" His face screws up in question, "Headmaster Dumbledore?"

I knew s des defeated. Knowing the Headmaster, he would just pat him on the head, offer him a lemon drop, and tell me to stop getting my knickers in a bunch; or get laid. Bowing my head I uttered a response, "True, so very true."

I can hear the faint ringing of bells. Time for the afternoon classes to start. We're both late. He calmly pulls his robes back down to cover the naked flesh I exposed turns and opens the door. For the second time today he's left me in the same manner. Hopefully no one will see us leave this room together or put together one and one and get two. What do I care? They'll think we were arguing. He is Harry Potter my bane of existence.

My afternoon classes went about as well as my morning one. Just one more thing to add to my distractions, however. Knowing that the Defense Professor was teaching a class a few floors above me with nothing more than his birthday suit on under his robes. In an effort to save myself as well as my classroom any harm, I switched my lesson plans for today from a practical one to a pop quiz. A paper quiz. The little cretins aren't getting anywhere near a cauldron.

The final bells rings for the day. My classroom is cleared of all students andstilstill intact. I'm thankful for small miracles. I finish up some last minute work just in time for dinner. Taking it in the Great Hall I notice almost immediately that Harry isn't there. At my place there's a note. The seal carries a lighting bolt. How original? Looking around quickly to see if anyone is watching I break the seal, unfold the parchment and read.
In his neat script is a short note.

S.
Sorry I can't be at dinner. I've been unavoidably detained. I'll see you later tonight.
Yours,
H.
P.S. Please note my disappointment, I truly love to see you blush.

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After dinner I head for my rooms. Turning the corner to my corridor, I feel the slight tingling sensation that tells me that my protective wards have been breached. Many people may not be surprised that the many wards I place on my living quarters are doubly reinforced. What may surprise a few is that they are reinforced a third time. Yes, this may be a sign that I'm a bit paranoid, but being a death eater for over ty yey years and a spy for almost the same amount of time makes my amount of paranoia justified.

Taking my wand firmly in hand I take down the carefully, but faulty, reconstructed wands. Whom ever broke in is good, definitely not a student. With the down fall of Voldemort and my true role in that down fall revealed I've had many death threats and just as many attempts on my live, from both sides. I do not take any chances.

My sitting room is the same as I left it this morning. The quick survey of the room tells me that no one is lurking in the dark to kill me. The alcove that stores my personal desk is also clear of any danger. The door to my bedchamber is the second clue to something being amiss. I always keep it ajar. It's soundly closed. Carefully approaching it my hand tightens on my wand. I'm ready for whatever, or whoever, maybe hiding behind it.

Posed and ready to strike I slowly open the door. I'm wrong, I'm definitely not ready for the scene that greets me. There are hundreds of candles sitting on every inch of available surface. When that ran out my would-be-assassin simply charmed them to float in midair. I can feel the heat wafting off of the combined power of hundreds of lit wicks. The glow they cast over the room is amazing, so much more pleasant than the few wall sconces.

My nose is greeted with the lovely scent of lavender. I don't see any incense burning, so I assume that the heavenly smell is coming from the candles themselves"”nice touch. The thought that this is the strangest, if not most pleasant, attempt on my life almost makes me chuckle. I catch myself; Severus Snape does not chuckle.

A slight rustling from the bed alerts me to someone else's presence in the room. The curtains are drawn closed around the bed. A flick of my wand parts them. My breath hitches in my throat. I can't breath. Yes, this is the most pleasant way to kill me yet. Laying on top of soft, silk sheets, green in color, is the most beautiful, arousing sight I've ever seen.

Naked as the day he was born lays Harry. His green eyes focused totally on me while his left hand idly strokes his half-erect prick. My own prick hardens instantly. Yes in deed, I've died and, most surprisingly, gone to heaven.

I must have been standing there speechless, mouth open jaw to the floor for at least ten minutes. Just watching him stroke himself up and down lazily, not enough to bring himself to climax, just enough to make him hard and weep. Shifting slightly as a low moan escapes past his sweet red lips, I'm reminded that I'm fully dresses and that my pants have become painfully tight.

Reaching up with my hand I unclasp my outer robe. Shrugging it off my shoulders, it drops to the floor. My waistcoat follows it, than my shirt and pants join them in short order. I'm sta standing in only my boxer short, which are tented and wet from my own weeping cock. The chill air in the dungeon rolls over my body, sending shivered down my shine and straight to my groin.

I climb into the bed. His eyes open when he feels the dip in the mattress. "I was wondering how long it would take you to join me."

"I was merely shocked at seeing you in a bed, my bed no less," was my silky reply. I see him shiver. Playfully bating away his hand from his own cock I take over. He moans and whimpers wonderfully. My mouth is busy placing soft tender kisses on his neck and shoulder.

"Fuck me Sev, fuck me hard and fast. I want you inside me now"¦fuck me please," he pleads as his body writhes under my touch.

I could stroke his weeping cock all day if it weren't for his pleas for me to fuck him. The magical society would be shocked to find out that their hero has such a dirty mouth. I release his cock and move my hand downward to his entrance. There awaits another shock for me. He's already prepared himself. I'm little put out that I didn't have to the chance to watch, but the feeling quickly fades. I've been so aroused all day I probably wouldn't have lasted long enough for him to get one finger into his tight hole.

Standing back up I remove my boxers, fling them off somewhere in the distance. Climbing back into bed I nestle myself between his open legs. He draws them up close to his body. I barely contain myself long enough to enter him. I don't give any time for him to adjust; I just start pounding him into the mattress. From the sounds and his movements with me he doesn't object from the harsh treatment.

All the pent up arousal from a very long day doesn't let this to be a long session of making love. Just a couple more strokes and I find myself filling his tight heat with my seed. The flood from my climax causes his own to spill from him. I collapse down beside him in a puddle of satiated body. He curls up next to me. Time soon finds us both asleep.

~~***~~

The next morning, breakfast started out very pleasant. For the first time in years, if ever, I'm actually enjoying sitting next to the Defense Against Dark Arts Professor. I'm thanking all the gods and goddess that care to listen for the long flowing table clothe that's draped down over the front of the high table. I don't care to wonder what the students would think of their Potions and Defense Against Dark Arts Professors playing footie or feeling each other up under the table. I can see Minvera blushing out of the corner of my eye.

I'm happy, maybe the happiest I've ever been, so of course, something has to happen to shatter that happiness. Today, it came in by owl. A letter, written in sliver ink on black parchment, delivered by an owl that I hoped to never see again. Dropping the rolled parchment of dread on my plate the owl glades out of the Great Hall. A reply obviously not required. With shaking hands I carefully pick it up and unroll it. It's short, but not sweet.

Severus,
I know what you hold closest to your heart. Watch him well.
Yours truly,
LM

The blood drains from my face. The Headmaster, and everyone else for that matter, has taken a sudden interest in my mail this morning. That irritates me to no end. I suddenly stand, almost knocking my chair over in the process, and leave the Great Hall. Leaving behind a bewildered Harry and a concerned Headmaster.

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