Smoke & Mirrors

Disclaimer The characters and sheer genius belong to J K Rowling. Any smut is mine, but I don't make a penny/eurocent/cent from my warped imagination.

Chapter 5 Confessions

Harry is sprawled on the spotlit bed, his briefs down around his thighs, stroking his spell-enhanced cock. Shadowy figures around the bed are whistling at him and shouting encouragement ...

Harry glanced uneasily behind him to where Snape stood, stony-faced. He really hadn't wanted to watch any more of his dream memories in the Pensieve, but the older wizard had given him no choice.

Suddenly, one of the figures emerges from the shadows and joins Harry on the bed. He slicks his and Harry's cocks with lube and begins rubbing them together, slowly and lasciviously. The youth moans with pleasure and begins thrusting his hips.

"I recognise him!" Harry said. "Isn't it - "

"Corvid Simonides," Snape said grimly.

A second figure joins them on the bed, hurriedly pulling open his robe, and thrusting his erect cock into Harry's face. The youth willingly sucks it into his mouth, still moaning and thrusting with his hips as Simonides rubs faster. The wizards around the bed come closer ...

Harry sees Quercus among them, avidly watching. But he doesn't recognise any of the others.

Simonides pulls back to give the others a better view, grasping his own cock firmly to prevent himself coming. Harry seizes himself and gives a couple of frantic tugs to his cock, then spurts cum all over his chest. The wizards roar with approval and soon he's lost to view in a melee of heaving, thrusting men, all trying to cover him in their spunk.

"That's quite enough," grated Snape. "Unless you want to see more of your fan club, that is?"

Harry shook his head wordlessly, he didn't even cry out as Snape's fingers dug viciously into his arm. He hauled Harry out of the Pensieve to land back on the cold floor of his dungeon office. Harry could tell that Snape was beside himself with jealous rage. Shaking with fury, he ripped off Harry's T shirt and boxers and hurled them into a corner. He pushed Harry down onto the floor; wincing, Harry thought for a moment that Snape was going to enter him with no real preparation, but the elder wizard muttered a violent oath and groped for something in a drawer. He slammed a jar of lubricant down beside Harry. "Get yourself ready," he commanded brusquely. "Unless you want me to fuck your dry hole."

Snape hunched himself over the young man like a giant, predatory bat: he barely gave him time to prepare himself before breaching him with a sudden, powerful thrust. Harry gasped, he loved being entered almost as much as he loved being filled by Snape's cock, but this time it was almost too intense. Snape was thrusting harder and deeper than he ever had before, his fingers digging into Harry and leaving bruises.

Harry moaned "Ohhh don't stop don't stop don'tstopdont'stopdontstop ..."

"Mine - URRRGH - mine - " Snape gasped desperately as he lunged again and again.

"Yes, oh yes - "

"JUST - ARRGH - mine?"

"Yes ohyesohyesyesYES!"

With a savage grunt Snape came, deep inside Harry; he thrust twice more, his cock pulsing what seemed like endless gouts of spunk, then slid out, lying heavily on top of his young lover, drawing in great gasping breaths. After a moment he pushed himself up and with a final spurt of cum across the youth's face he stood and wrapped his robe firmly around himself. He glared down at Harry. "Don't go away. I won't be long." And with that he stalked out of the dungeon.

Harry lay curled up on the cold dungeon floor. He was bruised, shaken, anally torn, almost drowning in Snape's floods of cum. But he couldn't help a satisfied smile curving his lips. For the first time in weeks he'd had Severus Snape's full sexual attention. And that was WELL worth having. Oh yes... overwhelmingly so.

He got slowly to his feet, wiped his face, and limped over to the Potions cupboard. As he was rummaging around looking for something to put on his bruises. Hermione walked in, wearing dressing gown and slippers, Crookshanks weaving round her bare ankles.

"Harry!" She stared at him in surprise. He hastily grabbed an old black robe of Severus's to wrap round his naked body but not in time to prevent her seeing the marks of his lover's fingers. "Oh Harry, those bruises - has Snape been beating you?"

"Um, no, he just doesn't know his own strength sometimes. It's okay Hermione, really."

"But, Harry, this could just be the thin end of the wedge. If he enjoyed hurting you - "

Harry thought about it. "No," he said, "Honestly, Hermione, I don't think he did. I'd've felt it. No, I don't think he even knew he WAS hurting me."

"But that's almost as bad ... it means he was only thinking about himself ..."

Harry was shaking his head vehemently. "No, you don't understand. Anyway, I deserved it, really."

Hermione looked worried. "Oh Harry, that's what all victims of domestic violence think."

Harry burst out laughing: he couldn't help it - Hermione was so sweet, so serious, and just so WRONG. "Sorry," he spluttered. "It's just - domestic violence - me and Severus - oh dear - "

"That's all very well," Hermione said crossly. "But have YOU ever hurt HIM like this?"

"Er, well," said Harry. "Yes, I did break his nose once." And he snorted with laughter again. "I think - tonight - it was more that he was marking his territory," he said.

"Men!" said Hermione. "And to think I was defending Snape to Ron, just before - before he got that owl f-f-rom P-Percy - " and she burst into tears.

Harry was horribly embarrassed. He put his arm round Hermione's shoulders. "Don't cry Hermione. Is there anything I can do?" Ron had always been his best mate, even after he'd paired up with Hermione, right up till Harry and Severus had become an item. And even now Harry was still very fond of him, but there was no denying he could be a prat sometimes. "Do you want me to try talking to Ron again?"

"H-he's gone," Hermione sniffed. "And I'm off too in a day or so, I said I'd go on holiday with my parents. But I feel so miserable - I can't sleep - that's why I came here, I thought there might be some camomile in the Potions cupboard."

"Err, probably. You have a look, and I'll boil some water." He dug out a battered old kettle and filled it with water at the gargoyle spout, then looked around for his wand. Hermione gulped, wiped her eyes, and pulled her own wand out from her dressing gown pocket. She pointed it at the kettle, which immediately began to whistle and give out jets of steam. Harry found a couple of dusty, chipped mugs and rinsed them out while Hermione rummaged in the cupboard, measured out dried camomile leaves and made tea.

They were sitting side by side on the desk clutching their half-drunk mugs of tea, Crookshanks curled up purring beside them, when Severus Snape walked in half an hour later.

They were so intent on their conversation that they didn't notice him until they heard a dry cough in the doorway. "Well, this is ... cosy," he sneered, giving Hermione a long, dark look, then transferring his brooding gaze to Harry.

"Er, well, I suppose I'd better be going," Hermione said uncertainly, putting her mug down and hoisting herself off the desk. "Are you sure you'll be OK, Harry ..." the ... with him? unspoken.

"Yeah, don't worry Hermione," Harry said. "See you later."

Hermione opened the door, giving them an anxious glance over her shoulder as she left. Crookshanks leapt lightly down from the desk and followed her out, his tail in the air. Snape watched them go, then turned to Harry with an ominous look. "Have you been complaining about my treatment of you to Miss Granger?" he asked coldly.

"Of course not!" Harry was indignant. "Though she was a bit worried by my bruises."

"Bruises?"

Snape covered the distance between them with two swift strides, and eased the robe back over Harry's shoulders. He gave a sharp intake of breath. "Did I do that? Yes, of course I did ... keep still Harry ..." He Summoned a jar of salve, dipped his long fingers into it and anointed his young lover's bruises; his soothing strokes gradually changing to increasingly lingering and passionate caresses. His hand dipped down to Harry's arse, cupped his cheek, then his fingers began to probe his crack. Harry couldn't repress a wince and sharp hiss of pain.

"What is it?" Snape pulled out his wand and gently explored Harry's passage. "Ah ... I was a little ... ah ... over enthusiastic, wasn't I?"

He laid the wand down on his desk and went over to the Potions cupboard; taking out various jars and sealed envelopes he laid them out in order. "Don't worry, I can heal the tearing, I know a potion - " he took down a pestle and mortar, emptied the contents of one of the envelopes into the mortar and began pounding with the pestle. "We'll both have problems in our sexual life if this isn't sorted out now." He emptied the contents of the mortar into a small cauldron, carefully not looking at Harry. "If we still have a sexual life, that is?"

Harry stared at him, startled, all his old insecurity back in full force. "Why wouldn't we have?"

Snape added more ingredients to his cauldron. "Well, you did complain - behind my back, I might add, that I made you sore, and that was even before... this ..." he waved a hand in the general direction of Harry's
arse..

"I didn't!" Harry said indignantly.

"Don't lie to me. Can you deny you complained to ... Ronald Weasley ..." he spoke Ron's name in the same tone of loathing he might have said putrid flobberworm ... "that you were getting too much sex from me?" He glared at Harry, and gave the contents of the cauldron a few furious stirs.

"No, I -" Harry broke off, thinking back. "Well, I might have said - but I didn't mean -"

"AND that I made you so sore you couldn't sit down?" Snape went on, as though Harry hadn't spoken, ripping open another envelope and shaking the contents into his mortar. He snatched up the pestle and started violently pounding again.

"NO!" Harry was on firm ground here. "I definitely didn't. And you haven't, until now, not after that first night ..." he blushed, thinking back. "Who said I had?" he asked.

"Draco Malfoy, and I know he was speaking the truth, I used Legilimency ..." Snape paused; he too was thinking back. "He definitely heard you tell Ronald Weasley you were getting too much sex," he said slowly. He stopped pounding for a moment then began again with a circular grinding motion. "And I could see he was holding something back from me ... then when he said I'd made you sore I thought that must be it..." He emptied the contents of the mortar into the cauldron and began meditatively stirring.

"Well it wasn't," Harry said shortly. "And why couldn't you just ask me about it?"

"I was angry," Snape said simply. "So am I to take it you don't object to my, ah, enthusiasm?" He concentrated on his stirring.

"Of course not!" Harry said. "I was worried you were losing interest in me, my age you know?"

Snape looked baffled. "Your age?" he repeated.

"Yeah, Malfoy said you only liked, er, boys and I'd be too old for you once I reached twenty?"

Snape laughed contemptuously. "And you believed him?"

"Yeah, well, it did seem likely, specially when he said you'd fucked him when he was still at school - was THAT a lie too?"

Snape gave him a long look. "No," he said reluctantly. "Not exactly. No, wait, let me finish - " as Harry turned away trying to hide the hurt he was feeling. "He came to me for help the night before his Potions OWL examination ... and one thing led to another ... it was just the once, I swear."

"That bloody Malfoy!" Harry growled. "I'll kill him! And it's not just us he's trying to break up. He's had a go at Ron and Hermione too."

"Really?" Snape didn't sound particularly interested. "Ah, just one more ingredient I think -" taking a small bottle from the cupboard and carefully adding a few drops to the cauldron.

"Yeah, Hermione's really upset. That's what we were talking about when you came in actually. Malfoy's really got to Ron."

"He's a true Slytherin," Snape sounded almost approving. "Don't worry," as Harry glared at him. "I'll think of a suitably Slytherin payment for him." He ladled out some of the completed potion and poured it into a small jar. "This will be be better once it's set properly, but for now -" he made a couple of passes over the jar with his wand, then scooped out a generous portion in his fingers.

"It does occur to me that Mr Malfoy's timing was rather fortuituous for Quercus's scheme. Hmm, I wonder if there was any collusion ... I'll have to question young Draco ..."

"Me too," said Harry firmly. "You're not talking to him on your own."

Snape smirked. "Don't trust me alone with him? Oh come, now ..." He pulled Harry to him and began to soothe potion into Harry's crack, murmuring words of comfort and nuzzling into the youth's neck as he did so. Harry gradually relaxed, leaning back against the older wizard, accepting the intimacy.

"That better?" Snape enquired, insinuating two long fingers, liberally coated with the potion, deep inside Harry's passage.

"Mmmm, yes, you certainly know how to brew a potion for sore arses ... lots of practice, hmm?"

"Yes, I often made this potion for a wizard I used to know: he ran a knocking shop in Knockturn Alley." He withdrew his fingers and wiped them on his robe. "And his boys often needed it after some of the rough clients they had. He was so grateful he gave me a complimentary first fuck of any new boys he had in as long as I kept him supplied."

Seeing the look on Harry's face, he hesitated then added awkwardly "It was a long time ago. Before I - before we - Anyway, it's run by someone else now."

"How do you know?" Harry asked sharply.

"I looked in there tonight when I went to Knockturn Alley."

Harry was livid. "Wasn't I enough for you? You do this - " indicating his bruised body " - then straightway go off to a knocking shop for more?"

Snape smirked again. "Yes, I can be insatiable once I get started. First you, then all ten of his boys, and now..." he narrowed his eyes menacingly at Harry ".. I think I'll have you again ... over my desk, get that skinny arse up in the air and I'll slam it in a few more times."

They stared at each other for a long moment then Harry collapsed with laughter. "Wow, you really had me going for a moment there! But why did you go to Knockturn Alley?"

Snape cast his eyes upwards. "And I thought 'fuck your brains out' was just an expression," he murmured, reaching into his robes and pulling out a little packet which he dropped onto the desk.

Harry picked it up and opened it. "The negative of my photo!"

"Yes, you won't have any more of those ... dreams. Dream about me instead now, hmm?"

Harry hugged him. "What happened? Did he - how did you - "

"Hush, I'll tell you later, you need rest now," and Snape picked Harry up in his arms and carried him into their bedroom where he kissed him, caressed him, and anointed his passage with more of the potion. When Harry's cock roused under Snape's skilled ministrations he gently tossed him off, then gave him a painkilling potion to drink and held him close.

"Thankyou for getting the neg back. At least it's all over now" Harry murmured as he lay, happy and sheltered, in his lover's embrace.

"Oh no, Mr Potter," Snape muttered darkly into the youth's hair. "It's only just beginning." But Harry was fast asleep, and didn't hear.

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