The Domino Effect

Title: The Domino Effect
Author: Dr. Jeckell & Mrs. Hyde (aka Taran & Magdelena)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy (secondary pairing)
Warnings: Non-consensual sex, Violence, Adult Language, Sexual Situations, MPreg
Summary: HP/SS – Slash – Chapter 4 of ?. Harry discovers that when he kills Voldemort, all of the Death Eaters will die as well because of the bond that they share with the Dark Lord through their Marks. Harry vows to do anything it takes to allow Severus Snape to escape that fate.
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters herein (only the plot). All the characters in the Harry Potter universe belong exclusively to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and anyone else JKR chooses to allow to play with them. We are publishing our fanfiction writings only for our own selfish desire to be a part of their world.
Authors\' Note: Thanks to the incredibly wonderful beta job that Sev1970 did for this story.

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Chapter Four – Blackmail

\"What could a Gryffindor possibly have that could force me to do anything?\" Severus said with a smug smile as he picked up the folder. The first thing he saw was a photo of himself and a seventh year Slytherin student. He thought nothing of the angle of the photo, which made it appear as though he were leaning in to kiss the young wizard. He snorted and flipped to the next picture as he stood up and began pacing around.

Severus snorted several more times before looking over at Harry with an inquiring look. When he reached the picture of Neville Longbottom on his knees in front of the Potions Master, everything clicked into place and he gasped. The only thing that would have made it more graphic would be the absence of all clothing. As it was, the positioning of himself and Longbottom, and the angle of the photo, made it clearly appear as though the klutzy wizard had just performed fellatio on him, with even the sticky white \'sperm\' sliding down Longbottom\'s chin.

Wide-eyed and pale, he sorted through more pictures, and then stopped at another, gasping and sputtering. He stared at the photo, then at Harry, then back to the photo.

\"Granger?!\" he yelled. \"But…\" he glanced at Harry again, then back. \"But… But she\'s a GIRL!!\" He made a disgusted look and continued to pace for another moment before he stopped. His jaw hit the floor and was quickly followed by the rest of him as he sat down heavily. He was shaking, sweating and paler than Harry had ever seen him.

\"You\'ve gone completely mad! No one would ever believe this!\" he yelled, throwing the final picture at Harry. It was the most graphic and the most damning of them all. It was also, in Severus\' opinion, the most ridiculous. It showed a very naked Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy engaged in intercourse. That in itself was more unlikely than catching the Dark Lord singing show tunes. What was more, and quite incriminating, was the fact that they were obviously at Severus\' desk while he stood over them with his wand raised as though forcing them into the act.

\"You will never get away with this, Potter!\" he growled angrily even though his heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Oh won’t I?” Harry questioned, his voice dripping with venom, and his heart racing a mile a minute as he forced the malicious words from his lips. “I rather disagree. You’ve made quite a few enemies amongst your students, my dear Professor Snape, and they would like nothing better than to see you gone from here. Every single person in these pictures has already signed statements admitting to feeling pressured by you to perform sexual acts with them.” Harry lied easily as he sniggered, looking in Severus’ eyes, more like James Potter than the young wizard ever had before. “Feel free to check your desk. I’m sure you can still find ‘evidence’ of Ron and Draco’s liaison in your classroom.”

Harry took advantage of Severus’ shocked silence, stood from his chair, sauntered over towards Severus, and cupped the older wizard’s tired and drawn face in his hands. Lowering his lips to just an inch from Severus’, he whispered against them. “Give me what I want, and this all disappears. Deny me, and I ruin you. What is the word of a former Death Eater against the hero of the Wizarding world?”

\"What could I have that you could possibly want so badly?\" he asked in a trembling whisper, his eyes slightly cloudy from apprehension and mild curiosity.

Harry stood for a moment, knowing that this was the opportunity he had waited for. But a small voice inside his head, a voice that suspiciously sounded like Draco’s, made him stop and truly look at how weakened and utterly defeated the usually strong, stoic man had become. Harry knew that if he went through with their plan he might save Severus’ life, but he would destroy the man’s will. Knowing that they still had a bit of time before he had to force the bond upon the Potions Master, he made a split second decision.

Harry ghosted his lips along Severus’ cheek, and down to his earlobe. “Actually, I came here initially wanting nothing less than to spread your thighs and pound inside of you,” Harry whispered seductively, “but I’ve changed my mind. That’s not enough. You see, Severus, by the time I finally take you, you’re going to be begging me for it. You will be willing to subvert your every desire just to have my cock inside of you.”

Severus shivered at the touch of Harry\'s lips, breath and words. He then shook his head out of Harry\'s light grasp and turned away.

\"Why? Why would you want me when no one else ever has?\" he whispered softly, his voice shaking as much as his body.

“Don’t worry about the ‘why’ Severus, just let me show you how much I want you. I did all this,” Harry indicated the photographs with a sweep of his hand, “because I’m not above blackmailing you to get what I want. Let that be enough of an explanation for now and give yourself over to me; let me own you. Take a step back from the control you have to exert when you’re in front of everyone out there.”

\"Own me?!\" Severus shouted incredulously. \"No one \'OWNS\' me, Mr. Potter!\" he pushed Harry back and stood. The sudden anger that rose up and darkened his already black eyes, was now pouring off him in waves. \"Go ahead and take your bloody photos to Albus. He\'ll never believe you, anyhow! I cannot be bought, nor will I be owned!\"

“Dumbledore won’t even be part of the process, Severus,” Harry replied low and dangerously, his heart beating a staccato rhythm in his chest, hating himself for the trump card he knew he had to play, the bile rising in his throat even as he spat out the bitter words. “I’ll go directly to the Board of Governors, and you will lose your job and your only refuge from the Dark Lord. Do you really want to take that chance, Severus? Can you really afford to?”

Harry closed the space between them again, and cocked his head. “I’m sure Voldemort won’t be happy to find out that his only spy in Hogwarts is no longer of use to him. But then again, I’m sure he can find other,” Harry’s eyes drifted down to pointedly stare at Severus’ crotch, then raised them again to meet his eyes, “uses for you. Is that it, Severus? Would you rather have the Dark Lord buggering you than me?”

\"At least the Dark Lord offered me something in exchange for my services. What could you possibly offer?\" Severus asked ardently, his arms crossed over his chest and his temper still running hot even though he knew he had no real options here.

Finally, a question Harry could answer from his heart. Sighing softly, Harry gently brushed his fingertips against Severus’ sleeve. “I offer you my everything, Severus, and I offer it to you forever, if you wish it. I will always care for your interests, needs, and safety,” Harry continued sincerely, “Do you really want to throw that chance away?”

Severus\' anger drained as his eyes shifted between Harry\'s, searching for lies, but all he saw hidden behind the bright green orbs was truth and compassion.

\"What would you have me do? Kneel and kiss your robes, master?\" he asked bitterly. He didn\'t trust anyone, least of all Harry Potter and he wasn\'t prepared to give in quietly to anyone.

Before he realized what he was doing, Harry’s hand slapped harshly against Severus’ cheek. “Don’t you EVER call me that! I am not him, and I refuse to become him. I want your body Severus, your soul is yours to keep. I’ll never ask you to kill or destroy in my name, and I swear to you that one day I will annihilate him. Not just for you, but for me.”

Severus gasped and stared at Harry in shock. Harry spoke with such passion that Severus had no choice but to believe what Harry said was true. He wasn\'t after Severus\' soul. Severus nodded quickly and bowed his head, not meeting Harry\'s eyes.

\"What do you want me to do?\" he asked softly.

Harry forced himself to calm down, his emotions running wildly. He blew out a breath, and raised a hand to lift Severus’ face until their eyes met, hating that Severus flinched as Harry’s hand drew near.

“First of all, you will not rob me of the view of those eyes of yours. They are dark, mysterious, and absolutely beautiful,” Harry stated sincerely, as he lowered his hand from Severus’ chin, only to trail it down the older wizard’s body, ghosting it over Severus’ cock. “Second, I want to see exactly what you hide under those robes. Strip for me.”

Severus clenched his jaw at Harry\'s touch. At Harry\'s words his eyes grew large before narrowing into a glare. He stepped away from Harry and began to quickly unbutton his black teaching robe.

Harry nearly crowed in triumph as at last the verbal dance they had been engaging in ended with him getting Severus to acquiesce. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as difficult as Harry had suspected. Perhaps he could…

Severus had already removed his outer robes, and when he had turned to lay his robes on the chair he had been sitting in, he stayed with his back to Harry as he began unbuttoning his shirt. As the shirt slid down one pale shoulder, Harry’s eyes were suddenly riveted to the man’s creamy skin and he had to force back both the rage and bitter sadness that threatened to overwhelm him.

The Potions Master’s back was riddled with scars, some quite obviously recent whip lashes that still hadn’t been healed properly. As Severus kicked off his shoes and removed his trousers and pants, Harry saw evidence of more of the Dark Lord’s handiwork. Harry was even more shocked when he realized exactly how thin and drawn the man had become. He was barely more than a walking skeleton.

At Harry’s gasp, Severus turned on his heel and faced the younger wizard. More scars littered his front as well, and his ribs protruded from his chest. Harry could see shame filling Severus’ eyes for a moment before he was able to shutter away his emotions, obviously misreading Harry’s reaction. True, Harry had been disgusted at what he saw, but not because of Severus himself. He was reacting to the years of abuse and neglect that had led to his professor’s current state, and he hastened to make the Potions Master understand that.

“You need someone to take care of you, Severus,” Harry forced his voice to be steady as he moved towards Severus, reaching out gently to trace along some of the scars, and feeling the Potions Master tensing under his touch. “And I am going to be that person, whether you like it or not.”

Severus gave Harry a questioning look. He was so filled with confusion from the entire evening, that he just didn\'t know how to react. He was surprised by the level of compassion his most disliked student was showing him, and even more surprised by his own tolerance of it. Only last year he would not have stood for being blackmailed by anyone, least of all Harry Bloody Potter! He\'d have found a way out of it somehow. Now, however, he found himself giving in almost too quickly. He was certainly losing his edge, though not to the extent his fellow Death Eaters believed.

Severus nodded his head curtly and waited for Harry to further direct him. His heart fluttered, his pulse raced, and his legs shook as, with a mix of exhilaration and dread, he anticipated Harry\'s next move.

Harry continued his lazy touches on Severus’ body, continuing to trace his fingertips along the Potions Master’s scars. Marshalling his courage, Harry moved away from Severus a bit and met the man’s eyes.

“From now on, Severus, when we are alone, we are going to do things my way. And I can’t think of any position more fitting then you on your knees in front of me sucking my cock down your throat.”

After his pronouncement, Harry calmly moved away from Severus, and sprawled back into his chair, looking up at the Potions Master with a raised brow as if challenging the man to refuse him.

Severus cast his eyes to the floor and struggled to keep his anger in check. Had anyone else spoken to him in such a way, they would be writhing on the floor in pain before they could finish their words.

He knelt between Harry\'s knees and, with trembling hands, he reached out to open the young man\'s robe. He kept his head lowered and let his hair curtain his face from the intense green eyes that followed his every move. As first the robe, then the over-sized jeans came open, Severus began to tremble more and more. It had been a long time since he had performed oral sex on anyone and he couldn\'t remember if he had ever done it by choice.

Harry couldn’t help himself; as he felt hands reaching for his belt, and eventually opening his trousers, his body naturally reacted to Severus’ proximity. Harry’s cock twitched with arousal, as his hands reached instinctively to gather Severus’ long hair back from his face.

The Gryffindor could feel the reluctance radiating off the older wizard though, and Harry hated that he was willingly causing the man even more pain. He was just about to push Severus away, ashamed at his body’s reaction given the circumstances, and to call the whole charade off, when his eyes locked on the blackened skull and serpent of the Dark Mark standing out on Severus’ inner arm, seemingly mocking Harry. Harry steeled his courage, and resolved to see this through to the end. However, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t continue to do everything to reassure Severus that Harry would not cause him any more pain then absolutely necessary.

“Shhh, Severus, calm down; you’re doing just fine. As long as you do what I ask of you, nobody’s going to get hurt.” Harry’s tone was understanding, but still held a note of command. “Come on now, I can’t wait to feel that gorgeous mouth of yours taking me in. Touch me Severus; no more delays.”

Severus visibly relaxed as he glanced up at Harry. His eyes locked with Harry\'s as he stuck the tip of his tongue out, dragging it roughly over the exposed flesh between Harry\'s hot thighs. He almost smiled at the gasp of delight he brought forth. The glitter that shone in Harry\'s emerald eyes was almost enough to make up for the humiliation he felt.

He reached into Harry\'s loose trousers and gently released the hot, hard organ. He lowered his head and gently took the tip into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. He started off sucking gently, then began to suck harder as Harry moaned in ecstasy. Severus nearly moaned in pleasure himself as Harry\'s fingers weaved softly through his long hair and caressed his scalp. Slowly he worked his throat down, sheathing Harry\'s cock in wet warmth.

Harry groaned as lust and need overcame any reservations. Thoughts of plans and blackmail all fled from his thoughts, and centered on the moist cavern that was slowly and sensuously driving him mad. The feel of the silky strands of hair against his pelvis was sheer bliss, and Harry resisted the urge to tighten his grip in Severus’ hair and buck up his hips into the man’s mouth.

“Fucking brilliant,” Harry croaked out breathlessly. “You look so utterly gorgeous, like you’re meant to be right there between my thighs.”

Severus choked back a growl at Harry\'s words. He felt utterly used and worthless. He wrapped his long fingers around the base of Harry\'s cock and began squeezing it gently in time with the up and down movements of his mouth, attempting to bring Harry to climax quickly and put an end to this nightmarish event. His increased tempo soon paid off as the trim body beneath him tensed and he felt Harry\'s balls begin to tuck up tightly to his scrotum.

Unaware of how Severus had interpreted the words he had meant to be reassuring, Harry allowed himself to fall utterly into the fantasy that Severus was doing this by choice.

“Oh, gods, Sev’rus; I’m so close.”

All it took to push him over the edge was the sight of Severus’ head bobbing up and down on his cock. Harry let out a stream of curses, and tightened his grip on Severus’ head, forcing the older wizard to stay still as he arched up and climaxed into the man’s waiting mouth.

Severus gagged briefly before he was able to start swallowing. He ignored the musky, slightly spicy taste, and thanked Merlin that it was over. He gasped and gulped fresh air when Harry finally released him. He sat with his head bowed, his chest still heaving. He felt dizzy and thought he might pass out, so he steadied himself with his hands on Harry\'s knees.

Harry was overwhelmed by a surge of protectiveness when he saw how Severus had reacted. He shook off his post-orgasmic sluggishness and let out a shuddering breath, trying to compose himself. Carefully, he tucked back his still-sensitive member into his jeans, and then slowly reached out one hand to cover one of Severus’, as the other gently tucked an inky strand of hair behind the man’s ear.

When Severus looked up in surprise at Harry’s tender actions, Harry leaned forward and slowly and deliberately licked the corner of Severus’ mouth, where a trace of his own come remained. Severus gasped in response to Harry’s action, which gave the Gryffindor the perfect opportunity to sweep his tongue into Severus’ slightly opened mouth.

The kiss lasted only a moment, before Harry pulled back, not even giving Severus a chance to respond. Harry offered Severus a soft smile before speaking. “I told you earlier that I had no desire to be like him.” Neither Severus nor Harry needed clarification that Harry was speaking about Voldemort. “I will NOT hurt you unless I don’t have any other choice.”

\"I…\" Severus shook his head, uncertain what he wanted to say or ask. He was utterly baffled by Harry\'s words and actions. He decided to stay silent for now and see what Harry would do next. \"What now?\" he asked quietly, his eyelids drooping tiredly.

Harry motioned for Severus to rise, and then stood himself, finishing closing the clasps on his trousers, and smoothing down his robes. He couldn’t help but sigh at seeing his usually unflappable Potions Master so hesitant and confused.

“Now you order yourself some food from the kitchens, you go about your nightly routine, and you get a good night’s rest. I will be back tomorrow night; we are far from done here.”

Harry brushed his lips against Severus’ cheek before turning and walking to the door. His hand was on the doorknob when he turned back to look at the Potions Master, all traces of his earlier tenderness gone from his features as he sneered. “And if I even hear a whisper that you’ve tried to go to Dumbledore or anyone else about this, I won’t hesitate to owl the Board. Good night, Severus.”

~TBC~


Authors’ Note: We just had to share with you a comment from our lovely beta, Sev1970. She sooo hates it when we write mean!Harry. *smirk* Here’s her comment: “This is so mean!!!!! Gah – Poor Severus! I know it has to be done this way, but…Severus!!!!!!! Screams at the injustice of it all!!!” *snicker*

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