Senses Be Stricken

Senses Be Stricken


Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Series. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling for her outstanding creative mind. Without her imagination, the story in question would not be as juicy as it is…muwhahahaha. I am not making any money…don’t ask me why not.

Warning: Contains same sex relationship between an adult and child just of age (as ruled in wonderful Europe). Harry is 17-years old in this story. Thank the Lord. Smex wouldn’t be this good without good ol’ Harry

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Chapter Five: Tower at Midnight

Harry sat with Hermione and Ron just across from him. The two had been talking and all but flirting for the past hour; although, Harry hadn’t noticed at all. He had been thinking about the note he received all day. All that had been inscribed was:

Meet me in the tower at midnight.
--SS

The question that continuously played in his mind was not what might Snape have planned, or what he could expect when he got there, but where in Merlin was this tower that Snape was talking about. He thought it might be the tower that Snape had caught him in, or perhaps even the tower that the owls perched themselves, but still, nothing seemed to indicate the tower. He couldn’t very well go up to the man and simply demand that he tell him what tower he spoke of. So Harry, being stubborn as he was, decided just to assume the tower.

He excused himself and received a joint response of goodbye. Quickly exiting the library, he made his way to the far end of the castle to the dungeons where his room was located. He was still trying to get over the anger that Snape had caused the day previous.

He had half a mind to think that Snape would want to meet with him to further drive in the fact that this was simply lust and nothing more. Harry, however, would go to prove his point that it was not just simply a hormonal lust that most adolescents his age often were driven by --and by no means with his life had he at all found himself in this adolescent stage as he was forced to grow up from a very young age-- but in fact a heart-felt, meaningful, emotional love that for a long time plagued him with thoughts of hatred. It wasn’t until recently that Harry started to realize the true feelings and source of his emotions.

Harry was afraid though. He was afraid of being once more rejected in life; he was afraid of Snape’s rejection. Harry had no idea if the man only shared a lust for him or if there were deeper feelings. It was childish hope to think that the man could ever love him. He wasn’t blind; he saw the way that the man looked at him from day to day. Snape had looked at him with the same hatred that he had expressed when their first meeting had occurred, so it was only expected that he would feel the same way and use his lust as a way of humiliating Harry.

Still, Harry hoped. It was all he could do as he pulled the note once more from his pocket and reread it as if he had missed something before, something hidden between the lines. Like the five other times before it, he found nothing but the same words he had read over and over again from when he had first found it.

When he entered the rooms, he found a note left on the same table as the first. His heart skipped a beat as he bee lined for it and snatched it up.

The west tower that overlooks the lake

Harry turned over the paper and found nothing more. He sighed knowing full well of the tower that Snape spoke of. His eyes danced over the words a few times more. He sighed once more and pocketed the piece of parchment.

It was going to be a long night.


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11:30pm. Harry had not seen Snape the entire day. He had cursed himself several times for acting like a school boy (which he was) every time he thought he might catch sight of the man, but the entire day, Snape had been no where in sight. He wished that he could stay angry at the words that Snape said, but then again, Snape was known for his insults and Harry actually believed them to be his own cover from his true feelings; they were his cover for his vulnerabilities.

He wondered if he should take his invisible cloak and after pondering it for a moment, decided that it would be best since he’d rather not have to be caught by Filch. Then he wondered if he should leave now or in another fifteen minutes. If he left now, he’d give himself plenty of time to get to the tower, but if he got there early, it would seem he was too eager. What if Snape was there already waiting?

Harry grunted in frustration. He hated that the man made him feel so completely unhinged, not that he never was with the professor, but today was even more so then any other time.

He finally pushed aside his petty concerns and grabbed his cloak throwing it over himself and leaving the rooms. He couldn’t help but wonder why Snape hadn’t just met him here, but he guessed the tower was decided on for good reason.

He walked the long trek to the west tower.


When he arrived, Snape was no where in sight and he breathed out an uneasy breath. He removed the cloak and walked over to the window. It was really beautiful out tonight. The moon was full in the sky and the stars danced around it giving it a pleasant feel to the dark night. The moon’s light fell onto the slow moving waves of the lake as a thick fog began to roll over from beyond the forest. Truly a beautiful sight.

“Good to see that you could figure out where west was, Potter.” Harry spun around his nerves causing him to almost hyperventilate. His eyes met with Snape’s as the man drew closer to where he was standing.

He did his best to stand his ground as Snape continued to walk to him, his hair just catching the wind blowing in from the window. It would be something that you would see a romantic lead do in one of those books that Ginny had talked to him about. He licked his lips as Snape stopped mere inches away from him.

“Where were you all day,” Harry asked.

“I had business to attend to,” Snape said nonchalantly. Harry was surprised that he had answered. Usually Snape would criticize him for asking personal questions, but he quickly forgot all about that as Snape’s hand gently caressed his right cheek.

Harry gasp softly and the gesture. That, he though, is very unlike Snape. The way that Snape was looking at him; the way that Snape’s fingers curled and soothed over his skin was enough to cause Harry’s skin to become sensitive and his heart begin to steadily race to no particular finish.

“About what I said,” Snape stated in a soothing voice. “You have to be aware, I’m not quite sure what to make of this. I fear that this is more dangerous than anything that I have agreed to, but I must admit that I too believe that I would not be able to ignore it.”

Harry’s mouth hung gaped. He never thought he could be so surprised by any one person, but Snape had definitely surprised him. He closed his eyes for a moment willing this dream to be true. He felt the man’s hand come around his jaw to cup the back of his neck.

“I do expect though that you do realize that first and foremost that this relationship shall not be known to anyone,” Snape continued using his professor tone. “If I am to consent to this, I must know that you are fully aware of what this relationship will entitle, Potter.” Harry opened his eyes and stared at Snape.

“I am aware. I’ve been aware,” he stated with almost an indignant tone. “I think it’d be appropriate though if you called me Harry.”

“As you wish, however, in public I will remain as I have always been and do not expect special treatment,” Snape stated quickly.

“Of course not, sir.” Harry said with a smirk.

“You may address me as Severus when in private,” Severus said as his fingers weaved into Harry’s raven silk strands. “I will not allow for pet names of any kind.”

Harry felt as if they were only setting rules. His body was hot with arousal and rules were the farthest thing from his mind. He pressed forward catching Severus’ lips mid lecture and slid his tongue through the open gap.

Severus watched the boy for a moment but gave in easily to temptation. He was doomed as it was, and there was no sense in fighting it now that he had verbally established a relationship with the boy. This …brat… would definitely be his undoing. It was, however, with little hesitation that he pushed the boy away from the window and against a nearby wall.

Harry groaned as soon as his back made contact with the wall behind him. He once more assaulted the man’s mouth, letting his arms ease around Severus’ neck to fasten himself to the other. He would be damned if the man got off easy tonight. He figured that he deserved this for what Severus had said about him yesterday.

Harry was lifted a bit as Severus removed his outer cloak and then his shirt. The man stepped back for a moment to gaze at Harry’s perfectly toned torso; what milk could not do for the body, Quidditch had. Harry was curved and ridged in all the right places and it only made the man that much more hungry for the adolescent. He grasped the boy’s wrists and held them firmly above Harry’s head. He followed suit by unclasping his cloak and then his shirt revealing his rather pale chest to Harry. He would not admit to being a handsome man, but his body was well muscled despite the collage of scars marring his skin.

Harry gasped in surprise at the sight. He couldn’t help but shiver as all the scars came into view. It was almost a deterrent for him since he couldn’t help but feel depression and sadness looking at the way the man was covered with old and new scars, some red from recent activity, others aged and permanently marring the skin. However, it seemed that Severus would not be deterred.

Harry was caught into a passionate kiss that sent his head back into the wall. His mouth was forcibly opened by the other’s tongue and conquered as it swirled, tasted, and battled each place in the hot cavern. Harry’s pants were removed along with Severus’ and he was turned against the wall. He bent forward pressing his hand, hot and sweaty, against the cold stone surface.

Severus shoved two fingers into the boy’s mouth. “Lick them good, boy.”

Harry licked and sucked on the other’s fingers. He swirled his tongue around their length, humming hotly around their slick surface. When Severus felt them at the right dampness, he pulled them from the boy and slid them down the valley between the boy’s perfectly orbed bottom and pressed experimentally at the pulsing hole.

“W-where…what,” Harry said incoherently. His head swiveled around to look at Severus who only smirked in response and penetrated the hole with his fingertip. Harry turned and hung his head trying to control his breathing. The sensation wasn’t painful, but it was odd. He felt the man penetrate further with his finger and wiggly it around. His eyes closed tightly at the odd sensation. After a few moments, the first was followed by the second and Harry gasped as the stretching sensation caused him to feel a slight burn.

“Don’t worry, eventually it will feel better,” Severus said with a gentle voice. He would never admit to anyone that he has a gentle or soothing voice, but right now, Harry would need to be comforted and soothed.

Harry continued to control his breathing as the second was followed by a third. He felt hot tears course down his cheeks. He tried to believe that this feeling would get better, but he knew that these fingers did not substitute well for what really was going to be going in there.

Severus lubricated his own erection with a vial he had brought, just in case, and took hold of the boy’s hips. He pressed the tip to the boy’s entrance allowing for the tip to slowly start to pull it open. Harry groaned and Severus took it as his cue to move forward.

Harry curled his fingers against the cold stone, his forehead beading with sweat. He bit his lip as Severus started to push his head through the tight ring. It was all he could do to avoid screaming. When Severus pushed further inside of him, he felt as though he were being split into two. The pain was absolutely unbearable and it took all of his will to not cry out for him to stop. Severus pushed further and aimed up touching a bundle of nerves that set spikes of pleasure from his back all the way up Harry’s spine and down again to curl his toes. His head arched back and his mouth gaped open in an ‘o’ as a moan escaped his lips.

Severus could not contain the smirk as he aimed again to hit the boy’s prostrate. He could make the boy’s first time the best yet. Harry visibly quivered as he hit the prostrate again and increased his speed as he too was fully aroused. He drove into Harry hard, hitting the boy’s prostrate with every thrust of his hips. Harry was groaning and moaning, his body moving back against Severus’ to meet his thrusts. Severus felt his own head bead down sweat as he continued to drive brutally into the boy. It seemed like Harry was enjoying himself since he was red in the face and his body was meeting Severus’ every thrust.

Harry could feel the mixture of pain and pleasure. He was sure to feel this tomorrow but at the moment, he didn’t care what happened tomorrow as long as this pleasure continued. Unfortunately, he was getting close to his peak and he sensed that Severus was as well. He drove back against the man hard and sent himself over the edge. He cried out as he spurted out his long awaited orgasm.

Severus felt the boy’s inside spasm around his cock. He drove hard and deep into the boy a few more times before reaching his climax. He closed his eyes tight and dug his nails into the boys hips as he came.

When he came down from his orgasm, he pulled out and cleaned them both of fluids. He helped Harry dress and down the tower into their personal quarters. He felt somewhat like an adolescent since he had just had sex in the tower, but he felt it was worth it. He carried Harry into his room and settled him underneath the covers. Severus removed his clothing and slid in beside Harry. The boy was already out and Severus felt himself close to passing out, so he curled up beside the boy, not realizing the act within itself, and fell right to sleep.

It was sure to be an interesting morning.


End of Chapter--TBC

Author’s Notes: I felt that the relationship speed was a bit toooo slow since I like sex, don’t you?! I sped it up a bit. If you don’t like this, please review. I’m very open to objective criticism and would be happy to try to better the story. Thanks for all the reviews guys!!!