In Thrall

This is the final chapter. I might do a short smutty epilogue. Just have to see

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Chapter 5

Harry up up snuggled under heavy, warm covers. It took him a moment to realize he wasn\'t in his place on the floor. He was in a bed. It took him another moment to realize he was wrapped in a pair of strong, comforting arms. The evening before came rushing back to him. He felt a thrill at the memory of his master hungrily taking him on the sitting room floor. His master needed him, wanted him. He felt his heart expand in his chest. It was everything he had ever wanted. In the back of his mind he wondered if it was just the potion making him feel this way. He was beginning to have some doubts about that.

Next to him, his master was beginning to stir. Harry let his hand caress the man\'s chest and watched his face. Severus froze for a moment and Harry suspected he must have realized his situation. He kept up the gentle caressing, wanting his master to know that he was aware also, and happy. He felt the arms about him tighten and wrapped his own about his master\'s chest.

Severus opened his eyes and just looked at him for a moment. He reached out and brushed the hair off Harry\'s forehead. Harry purred and leaned into the touch, allowing his eyes to partially close.

\"Good morning, Maste

\"Good morning, Harry.\"

They both made faces and began to move apart. Morning breath could certainly dampen a mood. After their morning ablutions, Harry fastidiously dressed his master. Severus gazed at him the entire time and frequently touched his face or hand.

\"Thank you, Harry,\" he said when they were finished.

Harry beamed up at him.

\"We should discuss what happened last evening.\" Harry frowned. It didn\'t sound like this was going to be a good conversation. He nodded and kept his head bent as knelt down in front of his master.

He heard Severus sigh. \"I should not have done what I did last night, Harry. I know that your response was due to the potion. I don\'t regret it, though.\" Harry felt Severus kneel down in front of him and gently tip his chin up so they were looking eye to eye. \"You pleased me, Harry. I will never forget the way you looked, the way you felt, the way you made me feel. I only regret that, in three weeks, you\'re going to be angry with me.\"

\"Master...\"

\"Hush. I know you think that in three weeks you will feel the same. That is the potion. Just remember that I did not do it to hurt you. Yes, I used you. I know that it\'s the potion and not your true feelings and yet I did not stop, but this I did not do out of malice.\" Harry opened his mouth to speak but found it caught by an exquisite kiss.

Harry followed his master to breakfast, still thinking about their conversation. Was his master right? Would he be angry when all this was over? He couldn\'t imagine how. He had wanted last night. He had been trying to seduce his master since that first day. It had been everything he had imagined it would be and more. They had wanted each other. His master had been commanding but gentle. He had felt so safe and comfortable in his master\'s embrace. They had been so hungry for each other. He couldn\'t imagine being angry about that after taking the antidote. In fact, he made himself a promise that no matter what, he would not regret anything that happened these few weeks.

At breakfast he waited patiently to be fed. It was still as sensual as ever, but now there were more touches from his master. Severus would trail his fingers surreptitiously along Harry\'s cheek or brush his hair out of the way.

Harry watched the students eating through hooded eyes. He watched as several students looked up at them periodically. Malfoy looked calculating. Hermione looked concerned. Most of the Gryffindor boys, especially Ron, looked disgusted. That hurt a bit. Really, if he was content, they should just let him be.

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Classes over the next couple of weeks actually got better. The staff and students seemed to realize that no harm was coming to Harry. The scenes at the High Table, disturbing at first, eventually became the cause of many a longing sigh heard throughout the Hall. Harry\'s friends gave up trying to reason him away from Professor Snape, apparently deciding the best courf acf action was to just wait till the antidote was administered and then be there to pick up the pieces when he fell apart. Harry was grateful and soon found himself enjoying their company again.

Every evening he would follow his master down the corridor to their private quarters, do his homework and help his master with whatever needed doing. Some evenings, Severus would sit by the fire in his comfy chair and read out loud. Harry would kneel at his master\'s feet and lay his head upon the man\'s thigh. Occasionally, Severus would reach down and pet his head before turning the page. Harry had grown to love these moments most. Later he would care for his master and get him ready for bed. Undressing and bathing inevitably led to love making. That\'s how Harry had decided to refer to it. He adored his master and endeavoured to worship him each evening.

There was always a feeling of desperation when his master bedded him. They were both keenly aware that soon their time would be up and they would have to part. He would never get enough of the feel of his master towering over him, bearing down upon him, thrusting deep within him. His master was powerful and commanding. It was enthralling to Harry. By the last week he was looking anticipating taking the antidote with dread.

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Their last night together, Harry didn\'t even bother to pull his books out of his bag. When his master sat in front of the fire with a book, Harry knelt at his feet and leaned into Severus\' legs. He listened in peace and rubbed his face on his master\'s leg as the man read and petted him. When Severus finished and closed the book, Harry looked up at him hopefully. His master\'s graceful fingers stroked Harry\'s jaw and brushed softly over his brow.

\"Go run a bath, Harry.\"

Harry got up as gracefully as he could and backed away, watching his master from under half closed lids. He was pleased when his master smiled and admonished him, \"Get on with it, Imp.\"

Harry turned and went into the bath. He heard his master enter the bath and, when the water was running and the oil added, he turned to face the man he\'d spent the last three weeks serving. Tonight he took his time undressing his master. He didn\'t want morning to come.

Undressed, Severus lowered himself into the bath and leaned back. He looked up at Harry and commanded, \"Get undressed and join me.\"

Harry took his time, removeacheach item slowly and letting it fall to the floor in a heap. As each bit of skin was uncovered, he ran his hands over it. His master\'s eyes followed his actions hungrily.

He climbed into the water and sank down in front of his master. Severus reached out and pulled him into a kiss.

\"Mmmm,\" Severus moaned. He backed up and Harry looked down at him.

\"I will never get over the way that you taste.\"

Harry smiled at the compliment and leaned forward for another kiss. His master pulled him forward until he was straddling the man\'s hips. He loved the way his master\'s hands felt as they caressed his body. He allowed himself to melt completely into his master\'s kiss. It was warm and inviting and Harry had never felt so \'at home\' as he did when being possessed by Severus.

They bathed each other, tenderly and quietly. Severus gave the occasional instruction to turn this way, touch here, get that, soonsoon they were done. Harry helped his master get out of the bath and dried him off. Severus rubbed a fluffy towel over Harry before they moved to the bedroom.

When they got to the bed, Severus swept Harry up into his arms and laid him out on the bed. Then he simply stood there looking down at him for a few moments. Harry could see the hunger in his master\'s eyes and feel the need radiating off him. He languidly stretched, raising one arm above his head and running a hand down his body. His master\'s cock twitched and Harry moaned as he smiled. He loved it that his master wanted him so much.

\"You are not nearly as innocent as you let on,\" Severus said as he climbed onto the bed and hovered over Harry. Harry just grinned until he felt his master\'s body lower down to touch his own. Then he gasped and arched up into the contact. His master chuckled and set to work tasting Harry\'s neck. Harry thought he would just die from the wonderful feeling.

His master eased himself to the side and rolled onto his back. \"Kneel at the end of the bed.\"

Harry quickly complied, wondering if he had done something wrong or if his master had come up with a new game.

\"Now touch yourself when and where I tell you.\"

Harry smiled and began to quiver in anticipation. This would be wonderful. He got to touch himself, arouse his master and listen to his master\'s voice all at once.

\"I want you to run your hands over your body just as if they were my hands. Touch yourself the same way I touch you. Begin with your throat.\"

Harry brought his hands up and ghosted his fingers over his jaw and throat. If he closed his eyes it was almost like the fingers belonged to Severus and not himself.

\"Now move down to your shoulders and slowly move on to your chest.\" Harry complied. He opened his eyes and saw his master lying back on the pillows, completely focused on Harry\'s movements. Harry moaned softly. It was so arousing to be pinned under that intense gaze.

\"Pinch your nipples. Yess,\" Severus hissed out as Harry bit his lip. \"Oh, yes. Now, down your stomach. Trace the edge of your ribs and your sides.\" Harry\'s skin twitched at the contact.

\"Does it feel good?\"

\"Yes, Master. But not as good as when you touch me.\"

\"I will, later. Now stroke your cock, slowly. Use one hand to fondle your balls.\" Harry groaned. He wanted to move faster but he knew what his master meant by \'slowly\' and endeavoured to keep the pace subdued.

Severus watched for a few moments, then leaned over to retrieve the jar of lubricant he had made for them. He held it out to Harry. \"Use this.\" Harry dipped his fingers into the slippery stuff and spread it onto his cock before resuming his stroking. It felt so good. Severus was watching him hungrily.

\"Now your other fingers,\" Severus said as he held the jar out again. \"Prepare yourself for me.\" Harry gulped and tried very hard not to come. He dipped his other fingers into the jar and reached behind himself. He threw his head back as he inserted one of them into his own opening.

\"Tell me what you are doing.\"

\"I, I\'m pushing one of my fingers into myself,\" he said with a groan.

\"What does it feel like?\"

\"It makes me want more. It\'s good, but not enough.\"

\"Add another finger.\" Harry did and thrust his hips back, driving his own fingers deeper within himself.

\"Now how does it feel?\"

\"More, I want more, please.\"

\"Add another finger.\" Harry was now thrusting back onto himself and pulling at his erection in desperation.

\"Please, Master...\"

\"What do you want?\"

\"I want you inside me. Please, Master.\" Harry was almost in tears with desperation. This was all very arousing but he wanted to feel his master inside him. He didn\'t want to come like this, empty.

Severus was right in front of him now. He whispered, \"Are you sure?\"

\"Please, Master. I need you.\"

\"Stop.\" Both Harry\'s hands froze in mid-motion. \"Turn around.\" Harry yanked his fingers out of himself and spun around as quickly as he could. He was trembling and panting hard with anticipation.

He felt his master snug up against his back and was wrapped in the man\'s strong arms. He spread his legs wider apart and raised himself up a bit. He almost passed out as he felt his master finally slide into him. Severus\' arms wrapped tightly around his chest and hips. He held onto them and leaned back into the embrace and closed his eyes. He felt his master nuzzle his hair and ear, then nibble on his neck.

\"Yes,\" Harry hissed. \"Oh, yes.\"

As his master began a slow thrusting rhythm, Harry rocked his hips back in matching time. It was almost dreamlike. Even with the slow pace there was a sense of desperation. The knowledge that this would be their last time together was heartbreaking. He felt tears run down his cheeks and choked back a sob as his master held him tighter and began to thrust harder. Harry could feel the man\'s ragged breath on the back of his neck. His master kissed his shoulders and neck and rubbed his face in Harry\'s hair. He could swear he felt dampness on his master\'s cheek.

Together they moved more violently. The heartbreak was pushed aside by the ng nng need for physical release. He cried out as he felt his master\'s hand wrap around his erection and begin to stroke. In moments he was arching back hard into his master and coming all over his own chest. He heard his master moan in his ear and felt him plunge as deep as he could into Harry before shuddering in release. As they came back down to reality, Severus gently laid them down onto their sides and held him close.

\"Remember, Harry.\"

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Morning came too soon. A representative from the Ministry was there - thankfully, it wasn\'t Fudge - as well as Harry\'s friends, Head of House and the Headmaster to see the administration of the antidote. Harry wished he could do this in private. Why did everything in his life have to be a spectacle? He sat dejectedly on a stool in his master\'s lab. He watched as his master ladled the antidote into a measuring vial. He tensed as Severus approached and held the potion. He reached out to take it but his master didn\'t let go. Harry looked up.

\"Harry, remember...\" Severus began.

Harry nodded once. \"I know.\" Then he locked eyes with his master before swallowing the antidote. He continued to stare as he felt the potion race through his blood. He watched as his master\'s face once again was concealed behind the mask of his potions professor.

\"It worked,\" he said and dropped his eyes. As everyone around them let out sighs of relief and smiled, Harry silently got off the stool and left the room. When the Ministry official called to him to answer some questions, he didn\'t look back. He kept walking until he found himself behind the broom shed. Collapsing to the ground, he thought about everything that had happened between himself and Professor Snape. He felt violated, angry and hurt, but he wasn\'t sure exactly why.

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Meanwhile, back in the dungeons, Professor Dumbledore was convincing the Ministry official and Harry\'s friends to give him some time alone to deal with what had happened. No one noticed Professor Snape slip out of the room. He couldn\'t stand listening to the others\' happy exclamations that the whole mess was over. He was angry, lonely and afraid. He had wanted Harry to be embarrassed by his behaviour at first. Now he just wanted Harry. He was afraid that the boy would be angry. What if Harry told everyone how he had really used him? Perhaps he should start packing now? Now was not the time for regrets. He had done what he\'d done with full knowledge of the consequences. Slowly he pulled his emotional armour about him and prepared for his classes. Merlin have pity on any less than perfect students in his classes today.

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Harry slowly pulled himself together and prepared for what he knew was going to be an onslaught of painful questioning. After two hours of sitting propped up against the wall of the shed, he went back into the school. Another two hours and a missed lunch later he was finished answering the Ministry official\'s questions. \'No, Snape had not abused his power. No, Snape had not behaved inappropriately. Yes, he knew what it looked like at meals but Snape was a cantankerous bastard and they all knew he got off on making people uncomfortable.\'

He spent the rest of the afternoon having to answer many of the same questions from his Head of House. He gave the same answers.

Which brought him to his present position, standing outside the portrait entrance preparing to face the Gryffindors. He gave the password and took a deep breath before stepping across the threshold. The assault was almost immediate. He was enveloped in hugs and passed from friend to friend. Then the questions began. This time they weren\'t couched in polite language. The Gryffindors were blatantly insulting about Snape and what they thought of him. Harry knew better than to try and defend the professor so he just gave simple answers to the effect that yes, it had been embarrassing but no, Snape hadn\'t hurt him or abused him. He refused to go into details, though.

The next day, classes weren\'t too bad but, in between, Harry was assaulted by members of the other houses wanting to know all about his tenure as a slave. They wanted dirty details, too. He\'d even caught Malfoy hanging around the edges of a crowd trying to listen in.

After Potions, he had stopped at the door before leaving and looked over his shoulder at Snape, who was standing by his desk.

\"Sir?\"

\"Yes, Mr. Potter?\"

Harry paused, looking at the floor. He raised his eyes and said, \"I remember.\" Snape looked him in the eye for a moment and gave him a nod. Harry smiled slightly and dropped his eyes before leaving the room.

By dinner time, he was angry, frustrated and tired. Ensconced between Ron and Neville, he listened as his house mates speculated on the things Snape had done to him or had wanted to do to him. They tried to get him to tell them what Snape wore to bed, if he had touched him \'there\', if he kept dead things under the bed. Between bites and comments, Harry stole glances at the Head Table. Snape sat there looking stoic and dignified.

\"I\'ll bet if he hadn\'t been afraid of the Ministry he would have buggered Harry in a heartbeat,\" Seamus said.

\"Yeah, I just bet you he\'s a shirt-lifter. I mean, look at him. You\'re really lucky to have got out of that unscathed, Harry.\" remarked Dean.

Hermione glared at the boys. It didn\'t deter them one bit.

\"Look at the way he holds his tea,\" Dean finished. \"He is such a pervert.\"

Harry had had enough. He\'d heard it for two days now and all he could think of was how much he hated it all. Neville had apologized a dozen times already and didn\'t look like he was going to stop any time soon. Snape was being cast as the villain over and over and he was playing the part of the innocent.

Without a second thought he slammed down his silverware and stood up. He glared at the Head Table and stalked towards it. The professors looked up with some alarm but didn\'t stop him. He rounded the end of the table where Snape sat and looked around. The potions professor glanced at him curiously over the edge of his cup before calmly taking a sip. Ah! There it was. Harry pulled the velvet pillow out from under Madam Hooch\'s feet and tried to fit it between the chairs. Professor Snape scooted his chair over a bit, making room. Harry placed the pillow, knelt down on it and looked up at Professor Snape worriedly.

The professor calmly set down his cup of tea and retrieved a slice of apple. He looked at it for a moment before offering it to Harry. Harry hesitantly took the slice between his teeth and closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. He flicked his tongue out to catch the tip of the retreating finger. As a strangled cry came from Ron\'s direction, his master smirked.

The end.