MY ONE MISTAKE

Chapter Four


The next night Harry went to the club, not overly enthusiastic about being there, feeling tired from the lack of sleep the night before. He noticed a few men paying particular close attention to him, with lust, greediness, and curiosity. He caught the grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy looking at him in speculation across the bar. The blonde brow raised in question as he moved his chair back. Harry tilted his head in question where Lucius gave a small nod in return.

“Why not?” Harry smirked to himself, then walked over to the table where Lucius sat with three other known death eaters.

“Hi. Mind if I join you?” Harry asked, looking at Lucius.

“Could always use company like yours . . . Ray, is it?” Lucius asked. Harry nodded. “Would you like a drink?”

Harry ran his hands down his calf skinned thighs then straddled Lucius’s lap. “I’ll have whatever you’re having, beautiful,” he smiled.

“Don’t pass him up Malfoy,” Parkinson sneered who sat across from him. “He’s a hot one, that one.”

Lucius felt Ray tense on his lap, then leaned in to kiss the side of his neck. “So where are you from Ray?” he quietly asked by Harry’s ear.

“Here and there,” Harry shrugged moving his hips forward on Lucius’s lap.

Lucius reached up to card his fingers through the front of Harry’s hair, seeing the bare forehead, then looked into the hazy grey eyes.

“So . . . what do you say Lucius?” Parkinson asked, “are you willing to come back?”

“And what is his cause? Why should I join another Dark Lord?” Lucius asked, running his hand up and down Ray’s back, while fingers were running through his hair, lips on his neck. He sensed that Ray was listening intently to the conversation around him as he tried to entice him.

“To avenge Lord Voldemort’s death, to rid our world of mudblood filth,” Cornelius Fudge replied.

“And do you think you’ll be so lucky to talk your way out of Azkaban next time Fudge, if you are caught. Although it was rather amusing seeing you try to hide that dark mark on your arm,” Lucius chuckled.

“He will stand by me,” Fudge confidently said.

“Who is this ‘Lord?” Lucius asked, gripping Harry’s writhing hips still. “I’d like to know who I would be pledging my allegiance to.”

“Nicholis Riddle,” Karkaroff replied, a past death eater that used to be Headmaster of the wizarding school, Durmstrang.

“Riddle?” Lucius asked, surprised.

“Voldemort’s younger brother. They were separated when the parents were killed,” Karkaroff replied. “Nicholis was sent to Russia.”

“I am intrigued about this ‘Lord’. There’s nothing I’d like more than to rid the wizarding world of the muggle filth contaminating our schools. Set up an audience with him next week . . . if he is willing,” Lucius instructed.

“It’s as soft as I had imagined,” Harry whispered to himself as he ran his fingers through the blonde’s hair, his mind still taking in all the new information that was being said around him.

“Ah . . . Severus,” Lucius greeted, feeling Ray stiffen in his arms. “I’m surprised to see you out again.”

“Hello, Lucius,” Severus said, nodding to the others. “I trust I’m not interrupting anything?”

“Not at all,” Lucius smirked, running his hand down Ray’s back. “Just sampling some of what the club has to offer. You want a taste, Severus? We haven’t shared in years.”

“Perhaps I could take him away for a dance while you conclude your business,” Severus said.

“Ray, why don’t you dance with Severus here, then we’ll take you upstairs after I finish here,” Lucius suggested. Harry began to climb off of Lucius’ lap when his head was brought back down by Lucius’ hand at the nape of his neck. “Don’t be too hasty Potter,” he whispered so only Harry could hear.

Harry met Lucius’ eyes, ‘not a word,’ he mouthed to the blonde. Seeing Lucius’ nod of agreement, he turned to walk to the dance floor, Severus’ warm hand on his back.

“So are you high enough to let a Professor fuck you into the mattress Pott—Ray?” Severus sneered as he drew Harry into his arms. “It’s what you’re good at now, isn’t it?”

Harry pressed himself closer to Severus. “I’m told I am,” he defiantly said, looking into Severus’s eyes.

“What happened Harry?” Severus asked, reverting back to Harry’s actual name.

“Why do you care, Professor? When we went our separate ways, you didn’t give a shit....why the sudden concern?”

“You were a student of mine...a friend.”

“Friends don’t do that to each other,” Harry sighed, trying to pull away.

“I don’t think so,” Severus said, pulling Harry back to him. “You owe me, Potter.”

“Oh. And how do you figure that?” Harry glared.

“Well, you did win your little Gryffindor wager didn’t you? You shagged the greasy git Potions Master. So tell me...did you spend all your winnings in one place?” Severus asked, knowing the truth, but wanting to hear Harry’s defense.

“What are you talking about, Snape? I didn’t win anything. You know what? This isn’t worth it. I don’t need the money from you that bad,” Harry angrily said, trying to disentangle himself form Severus’s arms.

“Not so fast Harry,” Severus said. “I want what you’re selling. If you don’t, that little group of death eaters will find out who you actually are,” he threatened.

Harry matched Severus’s glare. “You’re still the unfeeling fucking git, aren’t you? Fine you get an hour of my time, then leave me the fuck alone,” he added, leading Snape to the back stairs.

At the door Harry waited for Severus to step through, then was surprised in what the room showed. A large bed was in the middle of the room, with lit candles floating around it, giving the room a soft romantic glow.

While Harry was looking around the room, Severus sat on the edge of the bed. “Strip. I want to see you,” Severus ordered. “Oh, and lose the glamour.”

Harry stood about a foot from the bed, meeting Severus’s eyes as he slowly drew the shirt over his head, the gold hoops in his nipples bright against his tanned skin. His hands slowly unlaced the ties at the front of his pants, spreading the material for Severus to see that he was wearing nothing underneath.

Once Harry was completely naked he stood before Severus, his cock hardening as Severus’s eyes lustfully looked up and down his body. “Aren’t you a bit overdressed Snape?” he asked placing his hand around his cock.

“Stroke yourself,” Severus huskily said as he slowly undressed himself. “Prepare yourself to be fucked Potter.”

Harry couldn’t stop the moan from escaping his lips as he stroked his length, then slipped a lubricated finger inside himself. He watched through heavy lidded eyes Severus stroking his own cock in time with his own. He licked his lips as he saw the head glistening with pre-cum.

Severus was achingly hard as he watched Harry pleasure himself. He stood up when he saw that Harry was about to cum, and gripped the base of his cock. “Not yet,” he quietly said. “On the bed, face down,” he ordered.

Harry lay facedown on the bed, and soon felt the mattress dip down behind him. His hips were lifted and a hand pushed his upper back down, his forehead leaning on his forearms. He felt the tip of Severus’s cock at his entrance, then cried out when Severus thrust deep and hard. He couldn’t stop the few tears from escaping from the forceful, emotionless way he was being fucked from behind.

Severus could not believe after five years that Harry was beneath him again. His cock buried balls-deep in the tight heat. His hands slid up Harry’s back, his fingers caressing the raven tattoo on the upper back. His one hand slipped up the back of Harry’s neck, his fingers tangling in the hair to pull him up. ‘Oh, gods . . . what have I done?’ he thought to himself, seeing Harry’s eyes squeezed shut, a wet trail of tears running down his cheeks.

He stilled his hips, then slowly pulled out. “Turn around Harry,” he softly said.

Harry kept his eyes closed and spread his legs, hooking his one leg behind Severus’ thigh. His hands gripped the sheets at his sides when Severus entered him again.

Severus set a slow steady rhythm, thrusting shallow and slow as his hands familiarized himself with Harry’s body. He looked down Harry’s stomach and then saw the tattoo at Harry’s hip, holding back a choked cry as he saw the snake squeezing the heart. His fingers traced the tattoo as his hips stilled.

Harry opened his eyes when he felt the tender touch on his hip. He put his hand over Severus’, guiding it to his cock, their joined hands slowly stroking the length. His other hand slid up Severus’ arm to the side of his face to have him look down at him.

“Harry,” Severus hoarsely said, closing his eyes.

Harry placed his finger over Severus’ lips. “Please . . . just don’t,” Harry said pulling him down for a kiss.

Severus tried to put all the love he felt for Harry in his kisses and touch. His hand stroked the side of his face, wiping the tears away as his thrusts quickened. “Gods . . . you feel so . . . good, Harry,” he huskily said against Harry’s lips.

Harry could feel his and Severus climaxes approaching. He tightened around Severus’s cock, then threw his head back as he let himself go.

Severus grinded into him, moaning against Harry’s neck as he erupted inside. After his breathing became less ragged, he drew back, slipping out of him. He lay on his back, pulling Harry to his side. “Come back with me Harry,” he softly said, stroking Harry’s back.

Harry placed a kiss against Severus’ neck then pulled himself up. He did a wandless cleansing spell then began to slowly dress while Severus still lay on the bed. “I can’t.”

“Why not? There’s so much to tell you . . . ” Severus began.

Harry finished dressing and looked longingly down at Severus. “I can’t because . . . I need someone who won’t jump to conclusions . . . someone that after a night spent making love won’t turn around and say it was a mistake,” Harry hoarsely said. “So, please, don’t come looking for me anymore. Harry Potter doesn’t exist anymore,” he added turning to leave before he returned to Severus’ arms.

Severus was silent as Harry went through the reasons to not come back. “I’m not giving up Harry,” he vowed to the empty room.

Harry left, his heart breaking again, and made his way down the backstairs to leave the club. As he was turning a darkened corner of the staircase, he was pulled against a man’s chest. He put up a bit of a struggle, then his nose and mouth were covered with a drugged cloth. Just before he passed out, he felt the familiar pull of a portkey being activated.


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