Death Eater Takes a Holiday

Ron entered their room spotting the curtains closed






Chapter 8

 

Ron entered their room spotting the curtains closed.

"Harry? You in bed mate?" Harry lay quietly
despite the silencing charm. Hearing no reply, Ron tried to open the curtains
but found them closed by magic. He instantly looked over to the side table to
see if Sirius' award was there, it wasn't. It had been months since Harry
closed himself off in his bed for privacy. Ron would respect his privacy and
leave him to grieve in piece. "I'll be in later Harry, a lot later."
Harry chuckled. He could just imagine what he and Hermione were doing. Maybe
they had some floo powder.

 

Harry looked back to Sev to find him wide eyed. Harry
smiled.

"It's ok, he can't hear us," said Harry straddling
Sev "I'm glad your awake."

 

"Is that so?" said Sev circling his hands over
Harry chest and back down to rest on his hips. "Tell me why." He said
teasingly, wriggling beneath the hard slender body. Harry squeezed his legs
tight around Sev's hips.

 

"I want you, that's why," he ground their
erections together. "You've recovered, good." Severus sat up with
Harry still straddling him. Lifting him to shift over to the middle of the bed.
It was impressive how strong he was. Harry wondered how strong Sev's older self
would be. Did he have the same washboard stomach? He was distracted from his
examination of Severus' muscles when he realized he was speaking to him.

 

"How would you like me, like this or should I turn
over?" Sev asked in a deep seductive voice, sending shivers though Harry
as he felt the warm breath wash across his neck. Harry did his best to sound as
sexy as Sev, but his blush was not helping.

 

"I want you…on top," he said while laying back
pulling Sev with him. Sev looked at him questioningly.

"Are you sure?" grinning. "You know come
Monday, once I'm a snarky bastard again I may not let you top. You might want
to take advantage while you still can." Harry giggled.

"I don't know exactly what to do." Harry blushed
more as he stumbled through his words.

"You've never topped before?" It was more a
statement than a question. Harry shook his head in confirmation. "You've
only been on the bottom? Or…" Harry bit his lip. "Harry, you've never
at all?" Sev asked incredulously. "How can that be? You had to have
been with someone, you just gave me the best blow job of my life, your so
confidant and you've never?"

 

"Severus, you and I are both very unapproachable for
very different reasons. I have been with someone, but I only just realized that
I wasnnternterested in girls a year or so ago. "Do you know how hard it is
to find someone who is gay with out coming out to the whole school? Than you
have to find someone smart enough to keep it discrete. There's always the
chance that anything I do today will be in tomorrows paper," he said the
last part disdainfully. He started pulling a loose thread from the sheets.
"I'm managed to find a few worth the time of day, but no one
special."

 

Harry looked up for a reaction, finding Sev unable to form
words. Was he special? Sev thought to himself.

"Harry, are you sure? You want me to, to be your…"
Harry cut him off with a kiss.

 

"I want you. I'm sure I want you. You are special,"
he punctuated each sentence with a kiss.

"You are special," Sev said back to him in
that seductive voice that makes Harry melt. He pushed Harry's hair away from his
face exposing the scar. "I don't know why the rest of the world thinks
your special," said Sev trailing a finger along the lightening shape.
"But I know you are special for my own reasons."

 

"I'm just Harry."

 

"I'll bet you were never just Harry." Sev pulled
him in for another kiss. "You were nice to when I came to your common room
invading your holiday. Oh wait, that was because you thought I was hot,"
he teased. "You could have ignored me after, but you didn't, even though I
was someone you didn't care for."

 

"Do you feel cared for now?" asked Harry smiling
around the nipple he'd latched on to.

 

"Ooo, yes I do. Stop that, it's your turn." Sev
put a pillow under head and grabbed a piece of chocolate and held it tight.
Harry watched in anticipation. Severus opened his hand to reveal the now melted
chocolate. He dabbed a long slender finger in the chocolate and painted each
nipple, than trailed a path along his torso, around sensitive skin near Harry's
hips making him gasp. "Ticklish?" Harry nodded and Sev stored the
information away for another time.

 

Harry watched him lick and suck the hardened sweetness from
his nipples leaving each sensitive nub hard and red. He continued until all
traces of the confection were laved from his now trembling body. Harry was rock
hard and aching with need. Severus barely brushed by his member in favor of his
legs, a tongue trailing along his inner thigh. Having no idea this would feel
so good Harry just lay back and enjoy, moans encouraging Sev to go on. A hot
tongue slid around his balls pulling them in a hot mouth, released only to run
up his dripping member.

 

Harry resisted the urge to buck while the Sev flicked his
tongue before taking him in fully. "Oh, oh Severus," Harry breathed.
"Yes, oh please don't stop" Severus smiled around his hardness and
hummed, enjoying the sounds Harry made at his ministrations.

Strong hands massaged hips, and legs gently lifting them
apart. Harry concentrated on the glorious feeling of a long, hot tongue now
sliding down, lower still swirling around his sac, and gently lower still. Gasp! Sev looked upringring the sharp intake of
breath.

 

"Alright Harry?" Harry nodded; too embarrassed to
say that hadn't occurred to him that someone would do that, or that it would
feel so good. "Do you want me to stop?" Sev was going to say 'It's ok
if your not ready', but Harry interrupted.

 

"No, no don't stop, I…don’t stop." Severus
understood, and continued. Harry was so close, and he needed more. Sev asked
what they had in the room for lubricant. Harry released the spell on the
curtains around the four-poster bed and reached under the mattress of Neville's
bed. He left the magazine with pictures of sexy witches and grabbed what he was
looking for.

Harry was surprised when he returned to the bed to find Sev
holding one of the potion vials from his bedside table.

 

Sev prepared him with a mixture of oil and some of the
pain-relieving potion. Harry relaxed as Sev whispered encouragingly to him.
"Breathe." When he was sure that Harry was ready Sev entered him;
watching he face for pain or regret, seeing none. He knew it would hurt at
least a little, but Harry showed only passion, and trust in his green eyes; not
leaving Sev's for a second. Sev pulled Harry in for a kiss, he was now
completely inside and began gentle and slow thrusts. He was slightly surprised
he managed to last as long as he had. He suspected the potion he applied had a
numbing effect for him as well, and was grateful.

 

Harry shifted on the pillow under his hips, his mouth open
slightly. He made sweetest sounds in passion; his breath catching when Sev had
managed to thrust against that amazing spot Harry didn't known existed before
today. Hot breath once again on his neck, "So hot, so tight,"
whispered Sev in his ear. Harry bucked his hips unable to speak of his need for
more. Sev complied thrusting faster and harder, he reached for Harry stroking
him in rhythm with his thrusts, bringing him over the edge. The expression on
Harry's face alone would have sent him over as well. His eyes seem to look
right in to his soul. Harry's face glowed; his hair spilled against the pillow
framing his face. Licking his now dry lips Harry locked his green with the onyx
eyes above him as Sev thrust in one last time. With a scream he was spent and
collapsed on to the now quivering mass below him. Sev lay against him, his
heart still pounding, as Harry held him tight. He held on as if he would
disappear if he were to let go. He trembled with emotion while Sev slowly ran
his hand through his wild mane, pulling him closer still. They slept tangled in each other's limbs in
peaceful slumber for the rest of the night.


 

 

 

 

 

 

Ron woke early that day, cursing his aching back after
falling asleep on the couch. He dragged himself up the steps to the dorm to
catch a few more hours of sleep. When Ron entered the dorm he noticed that
Sirius' Order of Merlin award was back in its place, also a pain-killing potion
was half empty on the bedside table. 'Oh shit,' Ron thought Harry had had a
nightmare/vision and he wasn't there to help him. Harry would never have taken
only half a vial.

 

He slowly pulled back the curtain to see if Harry was
sleeping soundly. At first Ron wasn't sure what he was looking at than he
realized it was a foot, Harry had slept with his head on the wrong side of the
bed. The foot was pale, it scared him to think Harry's coloring had been so bad
and he only had half a vial of potion, than it occurred to him the other foot
was tanned, both other feet. Ron's eyes grew wide as saucers as he pulled the
curtain back fully giving him an unobstructed view of Harry and Severus
entangled together, naked.

Ron clapped a shaky hand over his mouth chanting a silent
Mantra "Oh my God." Harry and Snape, "Oh my God," naked.
"Oh my God." What in Merlin's name was he thinking? He knows this
is Snape, Ron continued to say to himself while trying not to look at the
naked forms before him. Before closing the curtains again Ron did look to the
bottom of the bed at Harry's face nuzzled in to Snape's side. He had seen Harry
asleep thousands of times over the last seven years, but never had he seen him
look so peaceful, Peaceful with Snape? "Oh my God."

 

Ron froze when Severus stirred. He wrapped his arm around
Harry's side pulling him in protectively. Harry didn't wake; he just nuzzled
his head against the warm body beside him. Thankful that neither of them woke,
Ron closed the curtains and climbed in to his own bed. There would be no more
sleep for him this morning. He has always insisted that Harry never give
details about the nights he'd been out snogging. He accepted Harry for what he
was, but couldn't keep from cringing when he thought about his best friend lip
locked with another guy. Now he had seen him lying naked, naked with Snape of
all people. Ron lay in bed thinking up ways to convince Harry to obliviate him
with out having to tell he'd seen them together.