Lascivus Wanton

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 8: Lies and Secrets

Harry stared at Dumbledore, amazed the face could look so different, so… mad. He glanced at Snape, waiting for the quick smooth answer to cover up the awkwardness. It didn\'t come. The Professor looked frozen, his face twisted with irony.

\"Er… I was walking, I couldn\'t sleep…\" Dumbledore\'s frosty gaze turned to Harry, making him suddenly aware of his crumpled robes and the twigs caught in his hair. \"Snape…er… Professor Snape caught me, and gave me detention.\"

\"Right. Is this what happened Severus?\" Dumbledore\'s voice was cold, disbelieving.

\"Yes.\" The man sounded too grateful, too un-Snape… Dumbledore must know it was a lie, but did he know what they were covering up?

\"Harry, go to bed. Severus I\'d like to talk to you in my office.\"

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Snape followed the headmaster up the curving staircase to his office. His heart beat hard, and he couldn\'t stop shaking. This was it. How could they have been so careless? He tried to remember what they were doing as they walked from the forest… did they touch? He didn\'t think so, they had just walked close together… surely Dumbledore couldn\'t fire him for that… the old man might suspect but he wouldn\'t fire him on suspicion, surely?

He sat across from Dumbledore, trying to read the old man\'s expression. He looked upset and tired… but it was hard to tell with Dumbledore.

\"Severus, please tell me what happened out there tonight?\"

\"Mr Potter was out, taking an evening stroll. Ignoring the rules as usual.\" He tried to sneer but his face felt stiff and numb.

The old man sighed. \"You looked friendly with the boy, very friendly. Especially considering all I have heard from either of you since Harry\'s first day here is complaints and mistrust of each other. Not to mention Severus, there are some quite suspicious looking marks on your throat, and Harry didn\'t look like he\'d been trying to strangle you, making me wonder exactly what the boy did do to mark you like that.\"

Snape sat still; he didn\'t know what to say.

\"If I thought for a second you had coerced Harry… rest assured Severus, that the only reason I have not fired you is Harry did not look unhappy or disturbed, and I have no proof of what happened between you. But you should know that whether it bothers Harry or not any relationship between a teacher and a student is completely unacceptable, and if Harry does decide to confess to me, or I get any proof that you are doing anything inappropriate, I will fire you. You will lose any friendship and protection you ever had from me. Do not misunderstand me Severus, I have given you leeway in certain matters before, but in this I am deadly serious, leave Harry Potter alone.\" The mans eyes burned, giving the only visible sign of the fury that filled him.

Suddenly Snape\'s left arm started to burn, looking down at it in alarm he saw the dark mark glowing greenly in his skin.

\"You are being summoned?\"

Nodding coarsely he stood quickly and headed out of the castle, needing to be outside of the front gates before going to the Dark Lord. As he walked he fought for self-control. Without it he would have no defence, Voldemort would see into his mind. And what would he make of current developments? Snape smiled bitterly, he would be pleased, very, very pleased.

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It was still early and the Gryffindor common room was full. Ron and Hermione sat near the fire working on homework, but as soon as Harry sat down Ron got up without looking at him and headed up to the dorm.

\"Hey Harry. You weren\'t at dinner.\"

Gods, dinner seemed so long ago. \"Wasn\'t feeling well,\" he said shortly.

\"Then where were you?\" She watched him shrewdly. Harry wished she\'d just leave him alone.

\"I went to see Madame Pomfrey.\"

She rolled her eyes at him \"Harry give me some credit. You were with Snape. So what happened?\"

\"Dumbledore found us, ok? Is that what you want to hear?\"

Her face dropped, \"he… he saw…\"

Harry had to laugh at her expression, \"he saw us leaving the forbidden forest together. We were walking fairly close. Don\'t know what he made of it, but he was mad. He\'s talking to Snape now.\"

She looked relieved for barely a second before she started to look worried again; \"but you could be expelled! If he guesses… you will be in so much trouble!\"

\"Not as much as Snape.\"

She studied him through slitted eyes, \"so maybe we will get lucky, get rid of him, like you always wanted.\" She watched for his reaction, but Harry disappointed her, he rubbed his hands over his face, trying to clear his thoughts.

\"I think maybe I… don\'t hate him quite so much anymore\" something else had almost slipped out, and it scared him… love. No. He didn\'t love Snape, he was certainly attracted to him, and maybe he even liked him a little… but love? His mind turned to a red haired girl, one he\'d once thought he might love. Ginny, he couldn\'t feel anything for her except friendship and a vague kind of guilt.

\"What about Ginny?\" He jumped, was Hermione studying Legilimency?

\"Er… we\'re still friends. We were never anything more,\" he added defensively.

\"You led her on Harry. Right now she is pretty upset and if you don\'t talk to her soon you may not even be friends.\"

\"Yeah well I\'m making a habit of losing friends just now so what\'s one more?\"

Hermione sighed. \"I\'m still your friend. But you are being unfair. If you just spent some time to talk to Ron, to explain, maybe it would be ok. You\'ve barely looked at him for days.\"

\"Well he hasn\'t looked at me either! And I have other things to worry about right now besides Ron\'s adolescent tantrums.\" He stood and stalked from the room, uncomfortably aware that he himself had just thrown an \'adolescent tantrum\'. He wished he\'d thought to grab his invisibility cloak, but there was no way he was going back for it now. Without knowing where he was headed he found himself descending the stairs to the dungeons.

Snape wasn\'t back yet. Would he ever come back? Maybe Dumbledore had told him to leave straight away… Harry settled outside the door, his cloak pulled tight around him, to wait.

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It was well past midnight when Snape apparated again outside the gates of the castle. The mans exhaustion showed in his dragging steps and the way his head hang low on his bruised neck.

Today had been hard and tiring in more then one way; his entire body ached. It would be a relief to lie down and relax into sleep. As he reached the dungeons he saw a dark shape huddled against his door… \"Harry?\"

The boy lifted his head and Snape saw his green eyes with relief, angry at himself; what if it had not been Harry? He was too tired.

\"Where have you been? What did he say?\"

\"Voldemort?\" Snape saw the green eyes cloud in confusion before remembering last time Harry had seen him he was heading to Dumbledore\'s office. \"Dumbledore said if he finds out what happened he will fire me and withdraw any protection of me. He suspects, probably is almost sure, but still willing to give the benefit of the doubt unless you confess to him or he otherwise finds proof.\"

Harry jumped up, recognising the exhaustion in Snape\'s voice; \"are you ok? Have you been to Voldemort?\" He quickly put his arm around the man, supporting him.

\"Harry if you are seen here… I\'m fine, just go.\" But the younger man led him into his office, and into the second room off it that he had never entered. It was larger then the office, dominated by a large four poster bed. Harry half carried Snape to it, pulling back the thick, dark green silver edged doona before sliding him between black satin sheets. Snape feel asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow, he didn\'t feel the smooth naked body slide in beside him.

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Snape woke to the feel of a hand, lazily drawing circles on his stomach, and an erection against his back. He lay enjoying the sensation; it had been a very long time since he had slept beside another person. Actually he couldn\'t remember ever sleeping beside anyone, his sexual experiences before now had mostly been bought and paid for, or given as a gift from the dark lord, or from witches who feared his Death Eater status. Willing and loving partners was not something Snape had ever had, nor wanted. Even now part of him wanted to run away from this closeness, this new found vulnerability. Weakness. The only person he\'d ever wanted this kind of closeness with was Lily, but he\'d never expected to get it.

Slowly the events of the previous day flooded back into his mind, Voldemort\'s red slitted eyes, and Dumbledore\'s cold angry grey ones. His position now was possibly more precarious then it had ever been. And it had always been somewhat precarious.

\"Harry.\"

\"Mmm?\" The sleepy noise hummed in the chest behind him, vibrating through his back.

\"You have to go. Now. And don\'t come back.\"

He felt the man stiffen behind him, muscles tense.

\"Why?\"

Snape lay still, thinking. Harry was a Gryffindor, and like many of his house foolishly brave, or stupid, depending on how you looked at it. Would the danger of being expelled, of being killed keep him away? Would Snape\'s own danger make any difference to the headstrong boy? Probably not.

\"I\'m finished with you. It was fun, you\'re a good fuck, and you suck better than your father. But now I\'ve had enough. So go.\"

Snape closed his eyes, refusing to meet the green eyes he knew would be blazing with the familiar fury. He heard him dress quickly, and leave without saying a word.


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Sorry this one took so long, I was away for a week. Anyway enjoy & please please review.