Lascivus Wanton

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. The characters and the settings belong to J.K. Rowling, and i make no profit from this except for my own satisfaction and the pleasure I get from reading my reviews.

WARNING: This story contains adult scenes and situations which may offend some people, including slash, minor (16y.o) sex, rape and swearing.


Chapter 4: The secrets of Snape

The next day everything was back to normal, at least with Ron and Hermione. Ron never mentioned anything, acting like the night before had never happened, and Hermione greeted him a little too brightly, but seemed to relax back into her old self over breakfast. Harry couldn’t help watching Snape, and he was sure Snape\'s eyes travelled to the Gryffindor table more often then was normal. At one point Professor McGonagall leant over to talk to him, and Harry was sure from the irritated look on his face that she had asked if he was ok. He hid a grin as he turned his attention back to his porridge; so the impenetrable Snape was distracted too this morning. He looked up and saw Hermione watching him, an inscrutable look on her face. Ron on the other hand was determinedly facing the other way, talking to Seamus about Quidditch.

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Snape was disturbed. He had lost control yesterday and he didn\'t like being out of control; it was too dangerous in his business. He had just meant to torment him more, kiss him and then demand he leave the room, taking 10 points off him for dawdling. But when Harry had kissed him back his head had spun and he could hardly remember what had happened next. He vaguely remembered the soft white roundness of Harry\'s arse cheeks beneath him, remembered his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he took him hard against the desk. Then reason had returned and he had fled, the door was still open and Snape had realised then just how close to catastrophe he had come- if anyone had seen… he would have been fired and probably sent to Azkaban, even if they didn\'t find out about the potion; Harry, at 16 was still a minor in the wizarding world, and neither the ministry nor Dumbledore took well to what muggles called paedophilia. Even in the unlikely event he avoided Azkaban he would be bereft of Dumbledore\'s protection, and in the precarious position he was in at the moment any unbalance of the subtle forces at work could only result in his death. He glanced again at the Gryffindor table and saw Granger studying him intently. Prying bitch… had Harry told her? No, he wouldn\'t have surely, but she was smart, maybe she had noticed on her own… after all the stupid bastard hadn\'t stopped ogling him in over a week.

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The next potions lesson wasn\'t for several days, and in that time Harry could feel the sexual tension between them growing again. He couldn\'t stop himself from watching Snape, and found himself noticing how the man seemed to flow across the hall at mealtimes. He pictured him naked under the voluminous black robes, pictured how the muscles in his legs would ripple under the skin when he walked like that. Although Snape seemed to be avoiding his eyes again when their gaze did meet for a second he could feel the electricity.

When the next class did come he could feel the tension in his muscles, he had to constantly force himself to relax. He sat in the back of the dungeon at his usual table with Ron and Hermione. He could feel their awkwardness and knew they were casting covert glances at him to gauge his reaction when Snape entered the room. He wanted to act normal, give them no indication of the tumultuous churn of emotions that filled him lately every time he saw the potions master, but when Snape did enter the room their eyes met, and for a second it was if time stopped, they were the only two there and Harry felt his breath catch in his throat and a barely audible gasp escaped from him. Immediately he looked down but he knew they were staring at him. Snape put the instructions on the board as usual and as the class moved to the storage cupboards he caught Ron\'s eye. The tall redhead looked embarrassed and shrugged confusedly, half smiling before turning away with a frown. Harry hated the awkwardness between them but he couldn\'t blame Ron… he couldn\'t believe it himself. He just didn\'t know how it had come to this. He knew that he still hated Snape but those feelings just didn’t seem as important as those intense moments when they kissed and touched. Repeatedly as Harry brewed his potion distractedly their eyes met across the room. The intensity in those dark orbs shocked and excited him, and he knew he was staying behind after class to spend a moment alone with Snape, and hopefully if he had no more classes more than a moment. He had transfiguration next but he just couldn’t make himself care. Finally the class ended and the class filed out. Harry mumbled to Ron and Hermione that he would see them later, feeling the flush rise up his cheeks as they stared at him.

Finally they were gone and it was just him and Snape. They stared at each other across the room, Snape\'s eyes looking haunted. Then he closed the room and for a second Harry thought he was going to leave, but then he closed the door and cast an impenetrable charm on it. Then he glided back over to him and again Harry was struck by the graceful motion of his walk. Without talking they undressed each other. Harry stared, lost in the older mans eyes. How had he not noticed before how beautiful they were? Soft and deep and dark with long dark lashes. Snape pushed him back onto the desk and spread his legs, lowering himself on top of him, slipping his cock under Harry\'s own and into the exposed hole. He slid slowly back and forward, Harry\'s own cock trapped between their bodies, now slick with sweat. Slowly the pace of the movement increased, Harry felt Snape\'s strong stomach muscles grinding against him, his excitement building quickly. He heard soft gasping noises and realised that they came from Snape\'s slightly open mouth, the soft noises made him crazy and he was suddenly filled with a desire to see what other noises he could elicit from this usually so composed man. Reaching around he grasped the hard butt, feeling the muscles tense rhythmically as he thrust in and out, he squeezed then lightly ran his hands smoothly up over his back, he lifted his head and pushed his nose into the other mans neck, loving the sweet musky smell of his arousal. Closing his eyes he softly licked the thin sheen of sweat, then sucked and bit gently, then harder as he felt himself coming to the edge of the precipice. Harry called out as he felt himself come, felt it shoot up between them covering Snape\'s chest. The man\'s gasping grew desperate and hoarse and suddenly he almost screamed, the sound feeling like it was torn roughly from deep in his chest. Harry felt him pulse deep inside him. He laid back and stared at the man as he caught his breath, the dark eyes opening slowly.

Suddenly the expression in those eyes changed, they grew cold and hard and shrewd and Harry felt the familiar sharp pain as his mind was invaded. Pictures flew through his head, Dumbledore\'s blue eyes, Ron looking at him embarrassed, Snape gliding across the hall, Dudley punching him in the stomach… NO! He felt appalled and furious at the invasion and thrust back with all the strength of his anger and hurt at the betrayal in this moment when he was so vulnerable. He felt a barrier give and suddenly he found himself for the second time in Snape\'s mind. He saw his own face and someone else\'s- a woman with green eyes; his mother, he felt a wave of emotion that was not quite love but definitely infatuation. He pulled back in shock.

\"So that… that is why Dumbledore trusts you, you loved her…?\"

Snape stared at him, shocked, then something stirred deep in his eyes, fear and… he was hiding something… something else even more private. Without thinking Harry dived for it, Snape fought and pushed him away, but not before he had it. He lay on the stone floor where he had fallen and seen it again and again in his mind; the Room of Requirement, candlelit, the walls covered in books, a young Snape sitting on the floor, studying, then James, Harry\'s father, bursting in, forcing Snape against the wall, taking him against his will, raping him, viciously.

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