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 Six: Silent Beginnings


Harry opened his eyes to an unfamiliar room, but it was his misconception that last night was a dream. To be honest, how could it not be since he could never even imagine Snape saying those things to him. He looked around him and felt a body close to his. His heart stopped as his eyes rested upon Snape sleeping next to him.

That was a concept. The man actually slept. He watched him for a moment and then decided that he really didn’t want to be there when the man realized the mistake he had made.

Harry moved to stand up and a deep pain shot from his bottom, right through his back. He gasped as the pain shot again through his back when he made to move. It hurt a hell of a lot more then he remembered. How could anyone deal with this pain, he would never know.

“Do not move another inch, Potter,” Snape rose from the bed and pulled on his robe that was folded into one of the drawers of the side table. He went to his personal stores and grabbed a pain relief potion. He walked over to the boy as he stood in a weird bent over position with his knees bent and his eyes closed tightly. He handed the boy the vial.

Harry downed the potion and almost instantly the effects of the potion made it so that he could move. He sighed a bit and gave the man a look as he stood at the side of the bed in an awkward silence. He saw that Snape was watching him for what seemed like forever. Maybe he was looking for signs of guilt or disgust, none of which Harry felt. All that Harry really felt was relief and surprise that it was not a dream but in fact a reality. It was very little that Harry got what he wanted for his own life, and it just seemed natural that he would second-guess this.

“How do you feel?” Snape asked which caused another surprised look from Harry.

“Um, fine sir.” Harry replied touching the back of his head in his nervousness. He was waiting for the man to throw him out, but it never came.

“If we are to continue this, we must be very weary there will be others that do not approve and it must not be made clear to others. If it does, there is a very good chance that the Dark Lord will be made aware of it,” Snape said once more in his lecturing voice.

Harry couldn’t help his gaping mouth. This was what Snape said last night. It was all too much to take, but he found a smile at his lips and simply nodded his head. Maybe the man did actually feel for him, and maybe, just maybe it wasn‘t lust at all that drove him.

Snape nodded his head in a silent reply and went to his private bathroom to wash the night’s activities from his body thoroughly. He was still uneasy with his own decision. Looking at the boy, he was uncontrollably caring of, was enough to make the risk and danger worth it. Although, he would never admit that to anyone other than himself, he still felt that every precaution must be made.

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“Are you okay, Harry?” Hermione asked as she sat next to him in the common room, her hands full of the usual--books, texts, and journals. She gave him another questioning gaze before she set her assortment of reading materials on the table next to the chairs. She was sure to have her nose in them all night. Ron gave the same look to Harry but was quickly pulled into another when he watched Hermione dive right into her text. He sighed and remained silent despite the circumstances--their only day to really do anything other than work.

“I’m fine,” Harry said none too convincingly to the both of them. In return, he received the same looks as before this time causing Ron to join in and out of his own silence.

“You look ghastly mate,” Ron began. “Like something horrible happened to you.”

Harry couldn’t really disagree with horrible, but he could extend it to horribly painful. Of course, he would never admit that to the two of them. Though he had never kept anything from the two, this would not be something he could exactly disclose, so he resorted to avoiding the subject to save from explanation.

“Didn’t sleep well,” he admitted honestly. With all the pain, it was hard not to be awake almost all the way through the night. Every time he had attempted changing positions, pain shot up from beneath and caused him to regret the movement. Now, the potion had done little to help through the day. He was half deciding if he would go to Snape for another one. His Gryffindor pride however stood too much in the way of asking for the man’s help. It seemed that he hadn’t lost everything that night.

Both of his friends seemed satisfied with that answer and went back to working; well actually, Ron was watching while Hermione did all of the work. Harry felt all reserves fail him and decided that the pain was too much. He excused himself saying he was going to go lay down and made his way to the dungeons. He guessed that he was going to start to have to rely on Snape if he wanted to feel anything like himself again.

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Five days had passed. Harry had hardly spoken to Snape except for the few times he needed a bit of pain relief. He was almost fully healed and no longer in need of the potions. It seemed awkward the way that they sat in silence every night either with Snape reading and Harry doing his homework, or Snape grading with only the scratch of quill against parchment and Harry simply…sitting.

Neither one had made an attempt at a conversation except for the once a day that Snape asked Harry if he was in need of another potion. When Harry had refused him this morning, the man simply nodded and left the rooms as if nothing further could be done. Harry silently wondered if this was the way it would always be. He craved conversation and knew he would never get that kind of craving filled by the private man.

It seemed that their decision to officially recognize their feelings into a relationship had actually caused a sort of regression into something that wouldn’t even suit for even acquaintances. Snape hadn’t said much of anything. Not one insult or comment since that day.

Harry looked up from his parchment at the man who was grading a pile of first year essays. Snape was focused on one essay, scratching marks over the parchment. The fire’s light danced shadows over the man’s face portraying the drastic features of the sallow of tired eyes, the length of a curled-tip nose, and almost barely noticeable lips that were drawn curved down in a permanent frown. Harry wondered to himself if he might ever see the man smile. Was Snape capable of smiling? He stopped himself and thought that maybe if the man smiled, he might actually be that much more scarier. It was Harry’s final decision that he would not make any attempt at making Snape smile in fear of a complete horrifying sight.

“What are you staring at Potter?” Snape’s eyes watched Harry from across the room. It seemed that the man was silently daring Harry to try something. Was that what Snape wanted? Did Snape want Harry to make the first move? That would seem very unlike the man, but still, Harry found himself quietly agreeing that it was what he saw the man silently doing.

“Um,” he started. He watched Snape put the pile of parchments onto the table as well as his marking quill and ink. Snape stood, his eyes predatorily watching Harry, daring him to continue. Maybe he didn’t need to make the first move. If it had been any other day, when he and Snape had been still testing the grounds, he would have been intimidated. Instead, he took Snape up on his silent challenge and continued.

“I was watching you,” Harry said his eyes catching a glint from the fire and appearing to respond to Snape’s daring eyes.

“Is that what you were doing Potter?” Snape said approaching Harry. He stopped and bent over Harry, placing his hands onto the back of the couch. Harry would have felt trapped if he wasn’t so focused on the man’s eyes. He felt mesmerized by their deep cores. His heart was turning over in his chest, and he could feel his throat drying.

Snape leaned forward, his face coming mere inches to Harry’s. He ghosted his breath over the boy’s face and challenged him once more with his eyes. “How do you know that it was actually you that was watching me and not I that was watching you?”

Harry breathed heavily as Snape’s lips just barely touched his as he spoke. He found it hard to even comprehend what the man was saying now that he was so aroused by the situation he had mistakenly gotten himself into. Licking his lips was all he could do to keep from kissing the man.

Snape’s eyes quickly watched the boy’s tongue run over his lips. That was the end of his control. He forcibly pressed his lips against Harry’s and thrusted his tongue into the hot cavern doing fast circles while pressing the boy all the way into the back of the couch. He pushed Harry to lie down on the couch and covered his body with his own. He did not acknowledge that this was how they first came to be, but he did acknowledge how the boy squirmed beneath him, clawing at his robes and moaning delightfully into his mouth. Insatiably delectable.

Harry arched into the man as he touched over his body continuing the breathtaking kiss while doing so. He was almost completely overtaken by desire. Harry could care less what the morning would bring or how many more potions he’d have to down in the coming days. All he cared about was the here and now, and right now, they were both wearing too much clothing. Harry ripped at the man’s cloaks, his frustration apparent in his groans and clawing hands. Snape made life easy and simply spelled away both of their clothes.

When skin met skin, Harry was sure that he had reached a dangerous level since he arched, moaned, groaned, and pleaded that Snape fill him before he died of this uncontrollable need.

“Please,” he said with a voice cracked and dried from kissing. He needed the man inside him and now.

“Please what, Potter?” Snape asked with a smirk. He held the boy firmly forcing those lustful eyes to focus on his words. Harry seemed to register that he would need to work for it before he could receive it. Although, Snape wasn’t sure how long he himself would be able to hold out from driving his hard cock to the base into that delightfully tight body of Harry’s. He still held firm as the boy looked to be finding the right words.

“Merlin, just please!” Harry struggled against the hold, his body aching for the man’s touch. He felt without the man’s touch he’d surely die.

“Please what Potter?” Snape said holding on to what little control he had left. The boy squirmed beneath him catching his hard cock by surprise between their sweat-glazed bodies. He closed his eyes for a moment as the sensation sent shivers and sparks over his body. He held fast to his will convincing him that the outcome of pure dominance would supersede anything that would be gathered with just raw lust.

“Gah,” Harry let out in frustration. “Fuck me already!”

Snape smirked once more and lubricated himself from a vial he summoned. He doused his fingers in the liquid and without warning penetrated Harry with them, scissoring to stretch the tunnel. Harry responded with a loud gasp, his body arching into the invasion and his back curling up towards the sky. Snape applauded himself for catching the boy by surprise, but feared he would not last long. He quickly pulled his fingers from Harry and pressed his head to the boy’s entrance.

Harry braced himself as the man slid into him filling him to the brim of tears. His only thought was on that indescribable pleasure that was inside and he waited through the pain until the man would find it and unhinge him.

He didn’t have to wait long as Snape aimed himself up and pressed against Harry’s spot sending the boy into a frenzy of shivers. He worked the boy fast, hitting hard on that spot to bring the boy closer to orgasm.

When he thrusted more frantically feeling his end drawing closer, he felt Harry beneath him tense up and then arch back.

“Severus!” Harry called out as he came. He felt the man thrust deep inside of him filling him with his essence. Snape arched back as well, his eyes shutting closed tightly. The vice grip of the boy’s body caused him to tremble as he pulled out from him.

Harry breathed out heavily as he relaxed back into the couch.

“You are not sleeping here,” Snape said helping Harry to his feet. “You need to take a bath first, Potter.”

Harry followed the man obediently into the bath and washed himself cleaning, relaxing for a moment in the water until Snape ushered him out and into his bed. Harry barely realized that the man had put him in his bed to sleep until Snape slid in next to him. Harry turned and threw an arm heavily over Snape’s chest.

“I’ll purty much say that you’re the best I’ve ever had, Snape.” Harry said slurring his words a bit.

“You haven’t been with anyone else Potter. Of course I’m the best,” Snape said indignantly. He secretly smiled at how Harry smiled sheepishly and merely nodded his head into the man’s side.

“Yeah, but I think that if I were to of, you know, you would have been da best,” Harry yawned out. He licked his lips and closed his eyes. He fell into a deep sleep almost instantly. He completely missed Snape visibly smile down at him before he too drifted off to sleep.

He guessed that one more night with the boy next to him wouldn’t hurt.


Author’s notes: I assumed that smex would satisfy you guys for this chapter. I will be leaving for a few days so I won’t be able to update until Tuesday. Hope you enjoyed!