Our Only Hope

Our Only Hope Chapter 7

Severus and Harry stood hand in hand in Harry’s small bathroom, both taking deep breaths of the aphrodisiac steam that surrounded them. The young Gryffindor was the first to succumb to the intoxicating smell and reached out, placing his palm on Severus’s chest. Instead of taking a step back from Harry, Severus moved closer to his soon-to-be lover.

Warm fingers slipped underneath Harry’s sweater to find cool skin. Harry raised his arms over his head giving Severus permission to pull it off. Severus seemed to be in awe of the powerful young body that stood before him. His hands settled on Harry’s rib cage and he watched awe-struck as his thumbs moved slowly up and down over Harry’s hardening nipples.

“Mmmmm,” Harry purred as his own fingers searched out the buttons on Severus’s shirt.

Fumbling, Harry grew frustrated as his fingers couldn’t open the buttons. Instead, he ripped the shirt from Severus body. Harry licked his lips hungrily at the plane of white skin came into focus.

Harry stood silently and admired the narrow shoulders and hairless chest of Severus, wanting to devour every inch of his prospective lover. Harry felt the coolness of the room when Severus removed his hand from his ribcage, only to feel the warm hand cup his face and tilt his head up so their eyes would meet.

“Harry, we must start the ritual before we both are far too gone to care,” Severus whispered gently as he tilted his head to give Harry a tender almost shy kiss.

“Yes…yes, you’re right.” Harry took a step into the tub using Severus’s strong forearm for support. Quickly Severus followed.

Harry stood passively as Severus, being the submissive in the rite, washed Harry’s body. Severus couldn’t resist tasting and nibbling on Harry’s nimble body, savoring every moment, memorizing his lover’s body with his fingertips. When he lapped the come from the tip of the Gryffindor’s hardened prick, Severus moaned in pleasure. Never had he tasted anything as sweet as Harry’s essence.

Harry fingers dug deep into Severus’s black hair as his legs started to weaken.

“Raymond, please stop. I can’t hold on if you keep doing that and we don’t want to fuck this ritual up.”

Reluctantly, Severus stood up to come face to face with the Savior of the Wizarding World. His red, swollen lips were so delectable, so inviting that Severus couldn’t wait another moment. He leaned in and kissed Harry with such desperation that Harry felt consumed with passion. All sense of reality was lost leaving the base of need…sex.


Severus reached for a vial of tarantula oil to rub all over Harry. If applied outside of the ritual, the ointment was as fatal as the most deadly of snakes. Within the realms of ceremony, it was one of the most powerful ingredients that could be used.

With his tan body gleaming, Harry once again took Severus’s hand and led him into his bedroom. The curtains were drawn and the only light came from the fireplace.

“Which way would you like it?” Harry asked his eyes dancing with desire.

“I…I don’t care,” there was such desperation in the Slytherin’s voice. “I need something… I need you.”

“Onto the bed, Severus,” Harry ordered.

Severus threw himself onto the down comforter. He rolled on to his back, opening his legs wide, exposing his deepest secrets, inviting Harry to join him. Another time, another day, Harry would have been amused by his stern Potions Master’s overt behavior. Now, all he wanted was to sink his cock deep into Severus and never leave.

A quill and knife beckoned him from the end table. Taking the knife, he made a clean slice in his forearm.. As the blood dripped from his arm Harry, hurriedly started to write the runes that he had ingrained in his mind. The pain from the quill didn’t diminish the hardness of his cock. The more runes he wrote on his cock, the harder it became. By the time the last letter of the last word was written, the pain was gone and his cock had a golden aura surrounding it. Harry healed his arm with a silent spell.

“Remember Raymond, if this is to work you have to come after I do,” Harry said as he crept up on the bed next to Snape.

“Get on with it boy,” Severus snarled.

The effect of the bathroom’s steam was already fading away. Harry knew he had to work fast if he wanted to bring Severus off.

Harry lifted Severus gangly legs over his shoulder as he positioned himself. There was no preparation to ease Severus’s pain. There had to be blood; Severus had to bleed so the spell could seep into his system. With a forceful thrust, Harry pushed into Severus. Harry wanted to lose himself in the warmth of Severus’s body, but he couldn’t. He had a spell to recite.

“You okay?” Harry asked as his fingers brushed away the hair off of Severus’s face.

Severus gave him a slight nod but the discomfort showed on his face as he bit down on his lower lip.

“Hurry…before it’s too late,” Severus mumbled as his erection started to fade.

Harry shifted and thrust again, finding his mark. Severus moaned in pleasure and Harry grinned. He didn’t like what he was doing, practically raping the older man, but at least Severus was enjoying it.

Harry felt Severus long legs cross around his neck, encouraging him as he impaled himself deeper on Harry’s shaft.

It wasn’t long before Harry was on the brink. He reached between their bodies and circled his hand around Severus’s erection, giving it a few solid strokes. The room became stifling and Harry could feel the magic flow down to his lower abdomen. His hand was moving frantically up and down Severus’s hard cock, trying to bring him to the edge. Severus needed to come right after him in order for the spell to have the maximum effect. The closer they climax were the stronger the magic would flow to Severus.

“So be it!” Harry screamed the last three words the incantation.

“Yes!” Severus screamed as he arched his back and dug his fingernails into Harry shoulders. The Slytherin felt the surge of magic flow into him, and he felt alive for the first time in a very long time.

Harry’s muscles became week and he collapsed onto Severus and closed his eyes as he recovered from the spell. There was nothing in the books that warned him about what would happened next. Not only did he see Severus’s life unfold before him, but worse, he felt the emotions as well. He felt Severus’s fear of his father, the pain of his childhood, the humiliation of his Hogwarts years, the self-loathing when he served Voldemort, the agony of Dumbledore’s murder, the despair of losing his magic, the confusion of waking up without knowledge of himself, and the passion he felt for his wife. He also felt love, pure and deep, for Lily, and absolute hatred for the Wizarding world. Harry was overwhelmed. The feelings were imbedded into Harry’s soul as if he lived every moment himself.

Rolling off his old Professor, Harry leaned over the side of the bed and vomited.

He felt a soothing hand rub up and down his back. “Potter! What the devil came over you?” Severus asked, waving his hand and getting rid of the mess on the floor.

“I…I,” Harry shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry.”

“We established that us having sex was for the best for the Wizarding World, and to be truthful, I found much of it enjoyable,” he admitted as his cheeks turned red.

“Not that,” Harry continued. “For everything that ever happened to you.”

“What are you on about?” Severus rolled over and pulled the sheets over himself.

“I saw…no, more like felt what we all did to you over the years. You did not deserve any of it,” Harry sat crossed legged on the bed as he talked, unashamed of his nakedness.

“It was not your fault,” Severus turned his head away.

“No, it wasn’t my fault, at least before, but the here and now is. I could have said no. I could have stood up against the Ministry. I did not need to rape you.”

“Potter you did not rape me,” Severus stated.

“Tell me Raymond…would you have considered having sex with me if it was not forced upon you by the Ministry?” Harry asked.

“No, I would never have considered you as a lover.”

“Then I raped you through blackmail. From now on, everything is about to change,” Harry took Severus’s hand into his own. “I give you a Wizard’s oath that I will stand by you and help you take your vengeance against the Wizarding World.”

“What makes you think that I would want vengeance?” Severus smirked.

“Because what we’ve done to you is unforgivable, and you’re a Slytherin. Slytherins never pass up a chance for revenge,” Harry stated.

“You are willing to destroy everything you hold dear?” Severus asked cautiously.

“I will do everything that they’ve done to you,” Harry answered flatly.

“And what would that be?”

“Fuck you over!” Harry returned Severus’s evil grin.


A/N I want to say how sorry I feel for not updating earlier. I am starting to write again so I hope to be getting one or two chapter out a week. Reviews do encourage me. Hope I don't disappoint.