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Chapter 6: Love, Hate and Sex
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. The characters and the settings belong to J.K. Rowling, however the story is my own.
WARNING: This story contains adult scenes and situations which may offend some people, including slash, minor (16y.o) sex, rape and swearing.
Chapter 6: Love Hate and Sex
A million thoughts went through the tall dark man as he stared at the younger boy before him. Harry looked pale and frightened, but determined. His green eyes blazed, reminding him so much of Lily, while the dark unruly hair made him see again the hated face of James. What should he do? Lie? Tell the truth? Would Harry believe him if he told him it never happened, it was a lie he made up to hurt him? What about if he simply pretended not to know what Harry was talking about? What was he thinking- he was a teacher; why didn’t he just order Harry to go away and leave him alone?
Because he couldn\'t, Lily\'s eyes stared out at him, demanding the truth. He felt a wave of guilt as he remembered the way her face had crumpled as he had called her a mudblood so long ago.
\"From our first year James hated me,\" he began. He couldn\'t believe he was doing this. How could he tell this boy who looked so like James his deepest, darkest secrets. He had never been one for soul-baring; only Dumbledore knew who he really was, and that was only because he had come to him so distraught, after finding he had been responsible for Lily\'s death. He had been rambling at the time, half insane with guilt and pain. He\'d told Dumbledore everything, needing punishment, hoping for death. Instead Dumbledore had offered him revenge. A way to work against the man who had killed her.
He came back to the present, the green eyes shocking him, taking his breath away as they came on the tail of his memories of Lily\'s death. \"God\'s… I can\'t do this…\" he hadn\'t meant to say it aloud but Harry heard him, stepping forward and sitting down across the desk from him. He didn\'t say anything, just stared at him across the table.
He felt vulnerable, out of control. It made him angry. \"What happened is none of your business, it is my life, Potter,\" the man sneered, \"you are just like him, but I am not smaller then you, and you will not control me. Now get out.\"
The green eyes narrowed, suppressed anger making the face go red. \"No, you are bigger then me, and more powerful, with more magic, more potions at your disposal, and the immorality to use them. You didn\'t need to trap me in the room of requirement, didn\'t need to force me against the wall,\" he was deliberately graphic, wanting to hurt the man, \"no, you just gave me a potion in a glass of water. But it amounts to the same thing, doesn’t it, Professor?\" The word was said with contempt, twisted into an insult.
Snape seemed to flow out of his chair, coming around the desk, Harry stood up to meet him. He stopped a step away from him, his breathing ragged and his hands clenching and unclenching at his side. God\'s he wanted to hurt the bay, to throw him on the floor and hurt him as badly as he knew how… to hurt Harry as his father had once hurt him. Harry had no idea what it was like, yes he would never have agreed to sex with Snape without the potion, but that didn\'t compare to rape, to being forced as you struggled, fighting as hard as you could and still not being able to stop it. Didn\'t compare to lying bleeding on the floor, knowing that the perpetrator had the strength to do it again, anytime he wanted, that he would never be safe again, to the fear, the pain, the guilt…
Snape struggled with his emotions, he felt weak, small, like a scared little boy. Again. He\'d fought most of his life to overcome this feeling, to never be put in this situation again. He\'d joined the Death Eaters so he would never again be the victim.
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Harry stared, confused, at the turmoil of emotions over the usually impassive face. How could Snape feel so much? It made him more human, less the impenetrable potions master. Suddenly Harry wanted him, wanted to fuck him now, while his emotions were so raw. His own anger at Snape seemed to feed his arousal, the two sensations combining in an intensity that took his breath away. He reached out, curling his arm around Snape\'s thin waist. The dark eyes met his and he saw the answering flare. Suddenly they were both panting, everything else forgotten in this primeval meeting of raw needs, Snape fumbled for a second with Harry\'s robes before ripping them open, he pulled the young muscular body hard against him. Harry pulled Snape\'s robes off, turning him around and pushing him down, entering him in one movement.
Snape screamed. The sound was shocking, pulling Harry up from the haze of excitement that had taken him. The strong body bucked under him, and he fell onto the floor, staring up as the man stood. Snape\'s face was white, his eyes were black with pain. He grabbed his robes and practically ran from the room.
Harry grabbed his own robes and followed. He didn\'t know what he was doing, all he knew was that he needed to know the truth, and this might be his only chance.
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Snape ran, not sure where he was headed, pulling on his robes as he went. His mind raced with images, Harry, Lily, James, he just couldn\'t seem to separate them in his mind, and when he\'d been pushed into the floor it had been James\' hands on his back, James\' cock pushed into him… The walls of the castle flew past, strangely blurred, and he realised tears were coursing down his face. God\'s, he\'d better not run into any students, his reputation would be ruined. The thought was abstracted, seeming to come from outside, but he ran his sleeve over his face anyway. He found himself outside, the grass wet and cold against his bare feet. He didn\'t slow until he entered the cool darkness of the forest. The shadowy tree\'s and muffled forest sounds soothed him. He\'d used to come here, when he was young. By himself with his potions text book, to sit in the deep shade away from the jeers of other students and work on his spells. He\'d invented many spells, the creative energy required allowing him an outlet for his frustration. It had been an escape, many of the spells invented with James in mind, the young Snape used to dream about trying out his hexes on the stronger boy. But he\'d never had the courage to do more then dream.
He heard soft footfalls behind him and spun, pulling his wand out of his robes. Harry stepped out of the trees. Snape sighed. His anger was spent and a kind of peace came over him. \"James had always hated me. Sirius followed suite. Between them, with James\' popularity with Gryffindor, the other houses natural antipathy towards Slytherin, and the Black family\'s connections in my own house they managed to turn just about the whole school against me. Needless to say my school years were not the pleasure many people find them.\" Harry was staring at him, his green eyes intense, he showed no inclination to interrupt or disbelieve the story. So like James, yet not. He was more thoughtful, less impetuous. More like Lily. \"Lily was my friend. My only friend. She used to talk to me, wave to me in the corridors. She was a sweet person, she had no streak of meanness in her, and I think she sensed my need for friendship at the time. It was in our fifth year when I realised I loved her. Unfortunately James developed a crush on her at the same time. She suggested we study for our potions OWL together since we were both good at the subject. James heard of it, and he found me in the room of requirement, and he punished me. He told me if I ever spoke to her again I would suffer worse then ever. So the next time James tormented me, she stood up for me, as I believe you seen in the pensieve last year, and I called her a mudblood. I hurt her, and she never spoke to me again. Three years later she married Potter.\"
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Harry watched Snape\'s face settle back to the usual blank mask. Only his eyes showed his inner turmoil. They were a deep black, as he had noticed they were whenever Snape was in the grip of some strong emotion, and they kept flickering to his face and away, as if frightened of what they might see there.
\"Did she know?\"
\"No! Well, I can\'t be sure, but I don\'t believe she would have married him if she had.\"
\"What about Sirius? Remus? Petigrew?\"
\"I don\'t know… I used to think they all knew, that they were laughing at me. Now I\'m not so sure.\"
His father had been a rapist. And Snape? A victim? But now what was he? He had given the potion to Harry, and made him want to have sex… but there was a difference between being made to have sex, and being made to want sex. What do I want? Him. I want him. Whether it stared with a potion or not now the feelings are there and I can\'t ignore them.
Harry stepped up to Snape and slowly put his arms around him, and felt the older man relax into him.
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Hope you like. Please review, more reviews the quicker i update. Plus they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
WARNING: This story contains adult scenes and situations which may offend some people, including slash, minor (16y.o) sex, rape and swearing.
Chapter 6: Love Hate and Sex
A million thoughts went through the tall dark man as he stared at the younger boy before him. Harry looked pale and frightened, but determined. His green eyes blazed, reminding him so much of Lily, while the dark unruly hair made him see again the hated face of James. What should he do? Lie? Tell the truth? Would Harry believe him if he told him it never happened, it was a lie he made up to hurt him? What about if he simply pretended not to know what Harry was talking about? What was he thinking- he was a teacher; why didn’t he just order Harry to go away and leave him alone?
Because he couldn\'t, Lily\'s eyes stared out at him, demanding the truth. He felt a wave of guilt as he remembered the way her face had crumpled as he had called her a mudblood so long ago.
\"From our first year James hated me,\" he began. He couldn\'t believe he was doing this. How could he tell this boy who looked so like James his deepest, darkest secrets. He had never been one for soul-baring; only Dumbledore knew who he really was, and that was only because he had come to him so distraught, after finding he had been responsible for Lily\'s death. He had been rambling at the time, half insane with guilt and pain. He\'d told Dumbledore everything, needing punishment, hoping for death. Instead Dumbledore had offered him revenge. A way to work against the man who had killed her.
He came back to the present, the green eyes shocking him, taking his breath away as they came on the tail of his memories of Lily\'s death. \"God\'s… I can\'t do this…\" he hadn\'t meant to say it aloud but Harry heard him, stepping forward and sitting down across the desk from him. He didn\'t say anything, just stared at him across the table.
He felt vulnerable, out of control. It made him angry. \"What happened is none of your business, it is my life, Potter,\" the man sneered, \"you are just like him, but I am not smaller then you, and you will not control me. Now get out.\"
The green eyes narrowed, suppressed anger making the face go red. \"No, you are bigger then me, and more powerful, with more magic, more potions at your disposal, and the immorality to use them. You didn\'t need to trap me in the room of requirement, didn\'t need to force me against the wall,\" he was deliberately graphic, wanting to hurt the man, \"no, you just gave me a potion in a glass of water. But it amounts to the same thing, doesn’t it, Professor?\" The word was said with contempt, twisted into an insult.
Snape seemed to flow out of his chair, coming around the desk, Harry stood up to meet him. He stopped a step away from him, his breathing ragged and his hands clenching and unclenching at his side. God\'s he wanted to hurt the bay, to throw him on the floor and hurt him as badly as he knew how… to hurt Harry as his father had once hurt him. Harry had no idea what it was like, yes he would never have agreed to sex with Snape without the potion, but that didn\'t compare to rape, to being forced as you struggled, fighting as hard as you could and still not being able to stop it. Didn\'t compare to lying bleeding on the floor, knowing that the perpetrator had the strength to do it again, anytime he wanted, that he would never be safe again, to the fear, the pain, the guilt…
Snape struggled with his emotions, he felt weak, small, like a scared little boy. Again. He\'d fought most of his life to overcome this feeling, to never be put in this situation again. He\'d joined the Death Eaters so he would never again be the victim.
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Harry stared, confused, at the turmoil of emotions over the usually impassive face. How could Snape feel so much? It made him more human, less the impenetrable potions master. Suddenly Harry wanted him, wanted to fuck him now, while his emotions were so raw. His own anger at Snape seemed to feed his arousal, the two sensations combining in an intensity that took his breath away. He reached out, curling his arm around Snape\'s thin waist. The dark eyes met his and he saw the answering flare. Suddenly they were both panting, everything else forgotten in this primeval meeting of raw needs, Snape fumbled for a second with Harry\'s robes before ripping them open, he pulled the young muscular body hard against him. Harry pulled Snape\'s robes off, turning him around and pushing him down, entering him in one movement.
Snape screamed. The sound was shocking, pulling Harry up from the haze of excitement that had taken him. The strong body bucked under him, and he fell onto the floor, staring up as the man stood. Snape\'s face was white, his eyes were black with pain. He grabbed his robes and practically ran from the room.
Harry grabbed his own robes and followed. He didn\'t know what he was doing, all he knew was that he needed to know the truth, and this might be his only chance.
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Snape ran, not sure where he was headed, pulling on his robes as he went. His mind raced with images, Harry, Lily, James, he just couldn\'t seem to separate them in his mind, and when he\'d been pushed into the floor it had been James\' hands on his back, James\' cock pushed into him… The walls of the castle flew past, strangely blurred, and he realised tears were coursing down his face. God\'s, he\'d better not run into any students, his reputation would be ruined. The thought was abstracted, seeming to come from outside, but he ran his sleeve over his face anyway. He found himself outside, the grass wet and cold against his bare feet. He didn\'t slow until he entered the cool darkness of the forest. The shadowy tree\'s and muffled forest sounds soothed him. He\'d used to come here, when he was young. By himself with his potions text book, to sit in the deep shade away from the jeers of other students and work on his spells. He\'d invented many spells, the creative energy required allowing him an outlet for his frustration. It had been an escape, many of the spells invented with James in mind, the young Snape used to dream about trying out his hexes on the stronger boy. But he\'d never had the courage to do more then dream.
He heard soft footfalls behind him and spun, pulling his wand out of his robes. Harry stepped out of the trees. Snape sighed. His anger was spent and a kind of peace came over him. \"James had always hated me. Sirius followed suite. Between them, with James\' popularity with Gryffindor, the other houses natural antipathy towards Slytherin, and the Black family\'s connections in my own house they managed to turn just about the whole school against me. Needless to say my school years were not the pleasure many people find them.\" Harry was staring at him, his green eyes intense, he showed no inclination to interrupt or disbelieve the story. So like James, yet not. He was more thoughtful, less impetuous. More like Lily. \"Lily was my friend. My only friend. She used to talk to me, wave to me in the corridors. She was a sweet person, she had no streak of meanness in her, and I think she sensed my need for friendship at the time. It was in our fifth year when I realised I loved her. Unfortunately James developed a crush on her at the same time. She suggested we study for our potions OWL together since we were both good at the subject. James heard of it, and he found me in the room of requirement, and he punished me. He told me if I ever spoke to her again I would suffer worse then ever. So the next time James tormented me, she stood up for me, as I believe you seen in the pensieve last year, and I called her a mudblood. I hurt her, and she never spoke to me again. Three years later she married Potter.\"
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Harry watched Snape\'s face settle back to the usual blank mask. Only his eyes showed his inner turmoil. They were a deep black, as he had noticed they were whenever Snape was in the grip of some strong emotion, and they kept flickering to his face and away, as if frightened of what they might see there.
\"Did she know?\"
\"No! Well, I can\'t be sure, but I don\'t believe she would have married him if she had.\"
\"What about Sirius? Remus? Petigrew?\"
\"I don\'t know… I used to think they all knew, that they were laughing at me. Now I\'m not so sure.\"
His father had been a rapist. And Snape? A victim? But now what was he? He had given the potion to Harry, and made him want to have sex… but there was a difference between being made to have sex, and being made to want sex. What do I want? Him. I want him. Whether it stared with a potion or not now the feelings are there and I can\'t ignore them.
Harry stepped up to Snape and slowly put his arms around him, and felt the older man relax into him.
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Hope you like. Please review, more reviews the quicker i update. Plus they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.