Guilty as Sin

CHAPTER 46

“Owwwww please don’t, please!”

“Stay still boy unless you want to make things worse.”

“No, please, please, please don’t take it…”

“There is no choice in this matter Draco, you are not fit and the damage is severe…”

“Don’t take it away from me please, not again please!… Ahhhhh!….No. No don’t make me!”

Harry covered his ears with his shaking hands tightly trying desperately to block out Draco’s pitiful screams for mercy. The last few hours had been a blur. Harry had trailed Severus like a lost puppy as he’d carried Draco’s body up to their bedroom from the mess of the courtyard. Draco had been in agony his whimpers and cries echoing around the deceptively peaceful manor. Harry had tried to ignore the blood that had dripped like a tap from somewhere beneath Draco’s robes, the crimson liquid running down Snape’s arms and dropping from the crook of his elbow creating a red trail in his wake that Harry tried desperately to avoid treading in. Harry had tried to follow Snape into their bedroom but the elder wizard had turned on him, pushing him out into the empty hallway and slamming the door closed in his face. Lost Harry had stood staring at the wood paneling on the closed door for at least half an hour the throbbing in his smashed hand thumping in time with the blood rushing through his head. It had been eerily silent the silencing wards Snape had erected around the room preventing Draco’s screams of pain from escaping. Now though the wards had worn off and Harry wasn’t sure what was worse, being able to hear the blonde’s pain or hearing nothing at all.

The screaming had stopped now though and Harry lowered his still bloodied hands from his ears. In the silence Harry listened to the soft footfalls of someone walking around the bedroom before there was a click of the lock on the door and it slowly swung open. Snape stepped out into the fading light of the hallway and Harry cautiously dared to look up. Severus looked pale and tired, his hair was a mattered mess thrown up in a crude ponytail at the base of his neck. The elder wizard had discarded his outer robes that had been soaked in Lucius’ blood from earlier and now stood up in the white shirt and black slacks. The sleeves of the shirt had been rolled up to his elbows but the stark white was marred by tell tale splatters of crimson, that was undoubtedly Draco’s. Snape was wiping his hand uselessly on a damp towel the familiar red stain a sure sign of what he was trying to wipe off from up his arms and hands. Harry didn’t dare speak as he stared up at the Superei. Snape barely acknowledged Harry’s presence only managing to glance down in his direction before ignoring him completely and striding away down the staircase without having uttered a word.

Harry stared at the top of the staircase where Snape had just disappeared from view listening to the man’s footsteps on the stone floor below. There was a creak of a door below before silence again fell across the manor. Harry sighed heavily ignoring the tightness in his chest as he slowly dragged himself up from the floor where he’d been sitting for the past four hours. Harry’s legs shook threateningly beneath him as he used the wall as support to guide him towards the open door of the bedroom. He wasn’t sure what to expect when he glanced inside the dimly lit room and so braced himself for the worst.

Draco was lying flat on his back in the center of the bed, fresh white sheets gently covering his pale body protecting it from the slight chill of the room despite the roaring fire. As if to prove to himself the blonde was still alive Harry stared at the rise and fall of Draco’s chest beneath the sheets, measuring each breath with his own. There were little signs of what had happened in the room, a pile of bloodied bed sheets sat by the laundry chute waiting to be collected and a small collection of empty potion vials sat abandoned on the bedside table. The blonde looked exhausted and despite the bruises, cuts and swelling of his face and body after his fathers bashing the boy seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Silently Harry tossed up his options, he could either sit back down here and watch Draco sleeping or he could follow Snape downstairs. The painful throb of his crushed hand made the decision for him though and so after carefully drawing the door to the bedroom closed slightly Harry turned and padded cautiously downstairs.

Harry could hear the house elves scurrying around in the corridors of the deserted manor as he came to the bottom of the stairs and stopped to glance thoughtfully at the six closed doors leading off from the entrance hall. Snape could have been in any of the rooms but Harry decided he’d try the library first. During their stay at the manor Snape had spent a lot of time in the library reading the books and it was a good place for Harry to start his search. Tentatively Harry approached the door and with his good hand tapped softly on the wood and waited. Silence followed and Harry sighed as he reached for the door handle. Obviously no one was inside or else they’d have answered him but Harry thought he would just stick his head in and check. It was with some surprise however that he saw Snape sitting next to the fire inside his back to the door, and a large glass of brandy sitting loosely in his grasp. Harry hesitated on the threshold as he stared at the back of Snape’s head, wondering whether the Superei didn’t want to be disturbed. Before Harry could back out of the room however Snape’s voice made him halt.

“Come here Harry.” Snape’s voice sounded weary and strained, his tone even but filled with emotion. Harry had never heard the potions’ master sound so tense, so un-snape like. Obediently Harry stepped into the room, careful to close the door behind him as he padded carefully over to stand beside the chair Snape was slumped in. Snape looked a mess and despite his attempts earlier of wiping his hands they still bore the tell tale splatters of now dried blood. Harry stare down at Snape who took a long sip of his brandy before finally seeing fit to look up at his Inferei. “Forgive me, I should not have left you unprotected.” Harry swallowed nervously as Snape put aside his glass of brandy and reached for Harry’s broken hand. Instinctively Harry flinched and yelped as Snape took a hold of it and gently prodded the broken swollen fingers. The imprint of Lucius’ boot could see be seen in the skin and Harry watched as Snape’s eyes briefly flashed with lavender before receding again. “Pass me my wand.” Severus gestured to the fire surround and the mantel above it, and Harry obediently collected the thin tailored wand and placed it carefully in Snape’s waiting hand. “This will tingle a little.” Severus whispered hoarsely before carefully laying Harry’s broken hand on the flat of his own before waving his wand above the injuries and whispered the medicinal charm. Harry hissed in pain, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the bones in his hand fuse back together again with a sickening grind. If Snape had considered that a tingle the man was on drugs. Harry didn’t say anything though and almost sighed in relief as he dared moved his fingers for the first time since the incident in the courtyard. The bones were mended but the swelling would take sometime to go down. Harry smiled weakly in thanks as he watched Severus put aside his wand again before patting his lap. Obediently Harry sat himself down the comfort he felt when Snape wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him back against his chest was undeniable. The pair of them sat together in silence for a long time Severus’ whisper of air on the back of Harry’s neck as he breathed the only sound in the room aside from the crackling fire.

“Is Draco…” Harry didn’t want to break the comfortable silence between them but Draco’s screams still echoed in Harry’s mind and the boy needed to set himself at ease. Severus breathed out heavily against Harry’s neck as the boy twisted himself around on his knee so that he was facing him.

“He will be fine when his injuries have healed but that may take sometime.” Severus whispered as he closed his eyes briefly and nuzzled against Harry’s collarbone.

“And his…” Harry didn’t want to say it and was glad when Severus saved him the pain of doing so.

“I could not be sure and so was forced to terminate it. Had he by some miracle not miscarried already he would not have been strong enough to carry it to full term anyhow in his condition.” Harry closed his eyes forcing back the single tear that threatened to fall as Snape passed his hand over Harry’s own stomach that stuck out from beneath the stretch of his miss fitting t-shirt still. “He will have to wait till next year.” Severus continued as he slipped his hand up Harry’s shirt pushing it out of the way so that the small bulge of Harry’s stomach stuck out over the top of his jeans.

“What will happen now?” Harry muttered huskily acutely aware of how sensitive he’d become to Snape’s touch as the elder wizard gently stroked his still bloodied fingertips across Harry’s stomach bump.

“We move on, this place falls into ministry property now until such time as Lucius’ chosen heir is old enough to claim it back.” Swallowing heavily Harry breathed out raggedly as Snape peppered the side of his neck with kisses, his skilled fingers dropping from Harry’s rounded stomach to the boy’s growing erection below.

“What about Draco doesn’t he inherit…” Harry sucked in a deep breath his head falling backward to rest on Snape’s shoulder as the elder wizard wrapped his fist around his cock within the confines of his jeans and squeezed promisingly.

“Nothing.” Snape whispered matter of factly as he pushed Harry off his knee and stood him up while he began pulling the boy’s clothes off. “The ministry already knows he’s an unforgiven and therefore unentitled to claim any property or wealth from his family estate, Fudge I’m sure will have already seen to that.” Having finally stripped Harry naked Snape rose from the chair firmly taking Harry in his arms and kissing him soundly on the lips. The kiss was forceful and when they finally drew apart Harry was breathless. With his usual heavy handedness Snape spun Harry around, forcing the boy’s hands up to grab hold of the mantel above the fire while he spread the boy’s legs.

“Where will we go?” Harry whimpered knowing what was coming and practically begging for it. With a careless swipe of his hand down Harry’s back Snape pulled apart the boy’s arse cheeks and with a kiss to the side of the boy’s neck plunged himself roughly into Harry’s backside. Harry cried out with a happy squeak his fists tightening painfully on the mantel as Snape let go of his waist, one hand dipping around to grab a firm hold of Harry’s right thigh while the other slid up his back to push down hard on Harry’s shoulder as Snape began thrusting into the willing boy before him. The pace was staggered and raw but as Snape’s leaking cock lubricated the boy’s back passage the thrusts began smoother and Harry relaxed enough so that the man’s entire cock slammed up into him with every push.

“It’s time I took you home to meet mother.” Snape gritted out from between his clenched teeth as he dragged Harry’s hands away from the mantel and bent him over. The hand that had clenched onto his thigh going to the boy’s stomach for support as Snape thrust deeper and harder.

“You’re mother!” Harry cried out breathless as Snape thrust brutally hard brushing over his sweet spot once more forcing Harry’s orgasm to spill from his cock in a silvery thick tendril that hissed and popped violently as it splattered into the fireplace. Snape let out a mad kind of laugh before he sunk himself to the hilt inside his Inferei and released his load with a loud primal groan of satisfaction. Harry’s legs seemed to give way underneath him and had it not been for Snape’s support the boy would have collapsed in a boneless puddle of goo on the floor. However Snape’s hand gently drew Harry back up straight and against his chest, his cock still twitching appreciatively inside the boy’s backside as he held the younger wizard against his chest.

“Ow.” Harry whispered as Snape righted him a sharp pain in his stomach catching him off guard and drawing his breath.

“Shhh, a little too vigorous tonight perhaps.” Snape soothed as he rubbed his hand gently over Harry’s stomach calming the twinge of pain the boy had experienced. The pair of them stood for a long time pressed together in front of the fire until finally Snape’s flaccid cock slipped out of the boy’s relaxed hole letting a small drizzle of come slide down the back of Harry’s thighs. Harry breathed in contently on Snape’s scent as the elder wizard graced him with a kiss on the lips before stepping away to pull on his trousers again. Harry knew the encounter was over and watched over his shoulder as Snape left both the fly of his trousers and the buttons of his shirt undone carelessly. Snape casually finished off what was left in his glass of brandy in one go before looking back at Harry. “Go and bath yourself Potter, you and I will sleep in the spare room tonight Draco doesn’t need to be disturbed.” Harry nodded and moved to exit the room not even bothering to collect his discarded clothes knowing the house elves would pick them up for him. Harry made it to the door before Snape spoke again. “Oh and Potter…” Before Harry could realize what was happening Snape had his wand aimed at his chest and with a flick sent a strange curse flying at Harry’s person. Like lightening Harry raised his own wand easily blocking the curse before returning the exact same curse. Harry had no idea what the curse was that he’d just used but it was almost instinctual that he knew how to cast it. Snape dove out of the way of the curse that exploded in the shelves behind him. Harry watched as Snape stood up from the floor and smiled at him with a proud lavender twinkle in his eyes. “Just as I thought.” Snape muttered to himself as he looked over Harry’s naked person appreciatively. “Savour the delights of Lucius’ magic Potter, it is perhaps the ultimate revenge on the man who might have taken it all away from you.” Snape raised a knowing eyebrow in Harry’s direction before waving his hand in dismissal leaving a stunned Harry to wander idly back up to the bathroom to wash and think about what had happened over the past few days.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>