Down On Your Knees

Tile: Down on Your Knees

Author: Exis* Exis_@hotmail.com

Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape

Warnings: This fic will contain M/M sex....Gay sex. For thoes who don't like that, you should go away now. It will also highlight a love afair with a teacher so if that makes you unhappy, scram. I haven't finished writing it, but you should assume that it will have spoilers from ALL FOUR BOOKS.....if that displeases you, you can go away as well. My last warning is that this is my first slash fic, and my first Harry Potter fic. I haven't the slightest clue whether it's horrible, and I'd like to pretend it's not....

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, nor am I making any money off this. You know the drill, I won't elaborate.

Dedicated: To my Lovely Beta Tealish. Thanks for your patience, and your trust. And also to ALL THE RAVENCLAWS OUT THERE.......the greatest hero's go unnoticed...and also to the one person who put me on their favorites list.....this is for you.......

Archive: Anywhere you want to....just mail me to let me know


"Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.". Shakespeare

Chapter 8 "A good man's love"

There was an intense pause as Harry watched Draco leave. Once he took his eyes from the pale-haired man, he turned them to his former teacher. Snape still wasn’t looking at him. He was examining his glass with sharp eyes. He swirled the amber liquid around in tiny circles and then he lifted the glass up so that the crystal caught the firelight. Snape methodically swirled the brandy: two little circles clockwise, and then two counter-clockwise. Harry watched the spectacle transfixec. Snape didn’t keep him hypnotized long, though. He broke through the silence sharply.

“Hard to fathom, isn’t it?” he asked, never stopping his short circles.

Harry realized he was staring and immediately stopped. He jumped a little and looked at the man with confused eyes.

“Hard to fathom what?” he asked, scrunching up for forehead.

“Draco. How he’s changed. He’s far from the cocky little child who was tucked neatly in his father’s pocket, not to mention pocketbook. Look at what seven years can change...” Snape said, and he finally ceased the movements of his glass, taking a drink and setting it down on the table.

“I was just thinking about that,” Harry said, glancing up at the Potions Professor. “I was thinking about how different things would have been if I would have taken his hand...” Snape raised one of his eyebrows, in a questioning manner.

“On the train, in our first year, Draco tried to be my friend. I shot him down, because he made fun of Ron. I was just trying to imagine how things would have been if I had taken his hand and let the Sorting Hat make me a Slytherin. It makes you wonder,” Harry finished, looking just slightly embarrassed. Severus uncrossed his legs, and resettled himself in his chair.

“Well, looking back, would you have made a different decision,” Severus inquired, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Well, I really don’t know what life as a Slytherin would have been like. I don’t think I could have gotten used to the smell that hangs around the Common Room, though,” Harry said playfully, and gave a small grin. Severus snickered a little.

“Well, let me ask you this, then. Do you think you would have done better as a Slytherin?”

Harry paused for a moment before answering. “No, I really don’t think so.”

“And why is that?” Severus asked, sincerely interested in Harry’s answer.

“You know, it took me seven years before I finally understood the true difference between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Gryffindors do the jobs that no one else wants to. They step up to challenge and are applauded by their peers for doing so. But really, it’s the Slytherins who do the real work. They do the jobs that no one even thinks to do, aside from an odd Ravenclaw or two. Their minds see strategy; and that’s lost on most people. Their victories are private because no one was able to detect the problem in the first place. It was really the Slytherins who won the war, not the Gryffindors, but the history books will never tell you that. And it’s for that reason alone I couldn’t have been a Slytherin. I wouldn’t miss the fame, and I do love a good mystery, but I’m hopeless when it comes to seeing the unobvious. I would have been out-maneuvered before I even put my players on the board,” Harry said, looking Snape in the eyes. It had taken him a long time to learn that lesson, and he was considerably proud once he had learned it.

“Mr. Potter, I’m impressed. Not many Gryffindors are able to see that,” Snape said, his eyes glowing in an eerie sort of way.

“Not many Gryffindors care to look,” Harry replied off-handedly, and took a sip from his glass of brandy. He looked a little sad, and turned his eyes to his feet.

“Don’t look so dejected. Gryffindors have their place in the world as well, as much as I am loath to admit it. You might be right about the Slytherins winning the war, but when push came to shove, you stood toe-to-toe with the most feared man on Earth. It was all that red and gold blood that got you through. Anyone else, Slytherin included, would have run away wetting themselves,” Severus told him, his voice sounding cool, yet earnest.

“To tell you the truth, there were a few moments whereI came close to doing that very thing,” Harry said, his smile fading a little.

A very uncomfortable pause melded between the two of them at that point. Both of them averted their eyes, and twitched a little, unsure of the right way to approach the topic they both knew was coming.

Eventually Harry, who was the least tolerant of mind games, spoke first. “Well,” Harry started, pinning Snape with a strange sort of glare, “Are you going to ask me?”

“Ask what?” Snape said with a little amusement in his voice. They both knew, but there was some good in pretending otherwise.

“How I did it,” Harry said casually. “Everyone else has, I just figured it was your turn.”

“Now why would I think that you would tell me something you have kept from all your friends, your godfather, and Dumbledore.”

“Because I...” Harry started, and then stopped. He recomposed himself and then finished his sentence. “Because you are the one person to whom I owe an explanation,” Harry said firmly, looking at the man’s usually steady hands twitching.

“You owe me nothing,” Severus whispered, and pinned Harry with an ominous stare. “But, I can’t say I am not curious.”

“Well, then let me sate your curiosity,” Harry said, angan gan to tell his story. He started from the moment he left the Hogwarts’ steps. How he had practiced the Unforgivables and how he had broken up the Death Eaters that had surrounded Voldemort. He explained the chase to the battleground and the touch-and-go duel. He finally got to the part where he had knocked Voldemort out, and he was faced with a decision.

“This is where you come in,” Harry said, making a slight hand gesture, the first he had moved since he began his story. “That pass you gave me really didn’t do what I expected it to. I poured through books, looking for anything to get past the magic that surrounded Voldemort’s soul. I found hundreds of ways to painfully kill people, but nothing on how to defeat his protection spells. It was on accident I came across a newspaper clipping that had fallen out of one of the books. It was really, really old, and it was on the Ministry’s prohibition of mind-melding spells. In less than ten minutes I had a huge amount of information on every type of mind-connecting spell they’ve ever made. It was then that it occurred to me: I could kill Voldemort’s body, anyone could. It was his soul, his mind, that had to die.”

“You’re not saying that you...” Snape interrupted, but was quickly quieted by a warning in Harry’s eyes. Once Snape was silenced, Harry continued.

“No one had used it since 1736, and the documentation was compelling. The dominate person would completely overtake the other, having total access to the other’s mind. All the secrets, all the pain, everything. The trouble was that no one had been able to successfully create the spell in hundreds of years. Most who attempted it had no reaction at all, but if it worked a little bit, both people involved died. It was the perfect, because I thought we would both die, and my job would be done. At least, thathat hat I thought, until I found my soul dueling with Voldemort’s.

“It was worse than being around Dementors. Anger, pain, embarrassment, shame, and torment flooded my senses. I relived almost all his murders, and they would cry to me for help. I could feel the life quickly being sucked out of me. I was almost gone, and then I saw something. You won't like this part. I saw you, Professor Snape. You were standing in a circle of Death Eaters, and they were torturing a girl. I don’t know who. I took a good look at you, and I could see the pain in your eyes. It reminded me of all the people who had given everything they had to the war. I pulled back from Voldemort and began to flood him with me. I took all eleven years of being tormented by the Dursleys and all the pain they gave me and I threw it at him. It didn’t seem to work though... It just kind of bounced off. So, I took all the love I had, memories of my friends, and Quidditch, and Sirius, and magic, and every good thing I had ever done, and I threw it at him. It overloaded his system. Happiness was so foreign to him that he weakened. I kept it up until I finally got control.

“It took me a while to get used to his mind. It was like walking through a graveyard in the middle of the night. Eventually I was able to use his mind freely, and I just kind of willed it to explode. I got most of it to just disappear, but there was still the base, the part that was hosting me that I couldn’t evaporate. That I had to...” Harry stopped, and looked down at his feet.

“That I had to absorb. I woke up, and killed his body. Then I stood around in a daze for a while. I felt a deep pain in my arm. This is what I found,” Harry said, and rolled up his sleeve.

There, on his forearm, was the Dark Mark. It was smaller than the usual one handed out, but it was still of some size. Underneath it was a little symbol. It looked like a number sign, except the ends of the lines were curved around. Around the sign, a ring of little dots revolved. Severus didn’t know whether he was appalled or impressed. Harry rolled his shirt sleeve back down.

“The base of magic I had to absorb left me with the first mark. The second is a preliminary mark from the spell itself. I was expecting that one. So when I awoke, I was so tired and I just wanted to sleep. I knew they would be looking for me, though, so I grabbed the corpse and hiked back up to cas castle. You know the story from there.”

Snape stood very still. He narrowed his eyes and looked very carefully at Harry. “But I lost my mark,” Snape said, looking at his forearm. "I would have thought the whole thing would have disappeared."

“It would have, had Voldemort died. But he isn’t dead.... not all of him anyway. Some of him, his very core, resides in my head, and his mark remains on my arm.”

Severus looked a little shaken. “But why no autopsy? I would think that it would draw more attention to the issue by denying it.”

“It was a risk I had to take. The curse mark would have been on him as well, and then they would be able to learn of the curse I used. That would have sent me to Azkaban for sure.”

“Oh ye of little faith, Potter. I thought Gryffindors were all trusting. You killed the most vile creature of this Earth. I highly doubt that calls for imprisonment,” Snape answered, looking only slightly annoyed.

“I thought you would be the one person to understand, Snape. You must remember how the Ministry of Magic works. For them, a hanging rope is as good as a stepladder... in the hands of someone who knows how to use it. By performing this curse, I became the most powerful wizard around. At least, that’s what they were going to see. When they learn that I had to absorb Voldemort’s core, they are going to see me as a Dark Wizard. This curse is punishable by death. They are going to take that opportunity to destroy me as fast as they can. "

“The truth is, I’m no more powerful than anyone else is. I was already linked to Voldemort, and that’s what made the connection so easy. But when you get some guy who would surely get a promotion by slandering my name, it’s not going to look that way for long. It’s already taking its toll. Tomorrow I have to get up and turn down the DADA job because I can’t be put into the spotlight ever again.”

“So Dumbledore did finally offer you that job. I thought he would,” Snape said, not looking upset in the slightest.

“Mmmm,” Harry , an, and took another sip of brandy, looking back at Snape. “Well, I think that’s it, then. You now know all my dirty little secrets. Congrats,” Harry said, tipping up his glass in a toast, and taking another slightly larger sip of the drink. Severus almost smiled, and closed his eyes for a moment as if to consider something. There was a very pregnant pause.

“No, Mr. Potter. I don’t believe I know all your secrets. But, while you are in such a truthful mood, maybe you wouldn’t mind if I asked you a question that’s been haunting me?” Snape asked, the amusement and trepidation clearly visible in his eyes. Harry felt his heart jump into his stomach.

“Yes, I suppose you might as well,” Harry answered, more curious than anything as to what information he might hold that would interest this man.

Snape paused a moment, and carefully formulated his words. “A month or so ago in class, you told me you were in love with me while under a truth serum. Since then I have been trying to figure out whether you were being insolent or whether you were ignorant enough to do the potion correctly.”

The question was so blunt that it hit both of them square on with unsurmounted force. Snape was unused to stating things as they were, and this, as things go, was pretty terrible. Harry felt himself visibly pale, and moved his fingers nervously. Snape just looked embarrassed... or as embarrassed as someone like Snape could look.

Finally Harry answered. “No, Professor. The potion was wrong,” Harry said, and Snape could feel his heart fall down to his feet. Snape stood there for a moment trying to figure out exactly why he felt bad at this confession. This set both of them free from a potentially impossible emotional tie. He should have been ecstatic, but instead he felt sick to his stomach.

“Well, I calculated as much. I never really thought...” Snape started, only to be interrupted by Harry.

“No, Professor... that’s not what I mean. Remember how you said that no one had read the assignment, and most of us had failed the quiz? Well, I diad tad the assignment because I had gotten hexed by Malfoy earlier that day and I was stuck sitting down until the curse wore off. When you warned us that people with something to hide should probably mess up intentionally, I took your advice. Because I read the text on it, I knew that all I had to do was add too much moonstone. That would nullify the effects, but it wouldn’t change the look or smell because it left no trace.”

“I’m impressed you went to such lengths to cheat in my class, Mr. Potter. Well done!” Snape said, the sarcasm dripping from his words.

“Wait, I’m not done. But, while I was working, a thought came to me. You’ve saved my life countless times, and you’ve always tried to do the best thing for me, even when I didn’t like it. I figured you deserved one moment of truth, so I told myself that whatever you asked, I would answer truthfully. I thought you were entitled to that.”

“Then you’re saying...”

“Yes, Professor Snape. I told the truth regardless of screwing up the potion. I was, and am still, in love with you.”

The words hung in the air like morning fog. Snape twitched slightly in his seat and took a rather large gulp of the drink. He probably would have poured himself a glass, had his hand not been shaking. Harry, on the other hand, looked totally calm. He swirled his brandy in the samshioshion that Snape had done earlier and uncrossed his legs leisurely. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe the late hour, but Harry felt no anxiety because of his confession. Perhaps tomorrow would be another story, however.

Finally Snape cut the silence, and spoke in a clear, low, controlled tone. “Well,” he said, setting his glass down on the table in front of him. “There’s only one thing left to do....”

How Snape had risen and seated himself next to Harry so quickly, Harry couldn’t guess, but in a millisecond Snape’s lips were on Harry’s. The kiss was slow and sensual. Snape’s lips slid over Harry’s, and Harry slowly snaked his arms around the man. Severus’s teeth teased Harry’s lower lip open, and slowly Harry opened his mouth to welcome the Potion Master’s tongue. The room spun.

Even with the brandy, Snape still tasted like fresh herbs and green tea. His embrace was warm and strong. Harry felt like he was going to melt. After what seemed like an eternity, Snape changed his attention from Harry’s lips to his neck. He slid his warm mouth over Harry’s earlobe, and kissed and bit playfully down the column of Harry’s neck. Harry moaned softly in Severus’s ear, sending chills down the older man’s spine. Finally one of Harry’s hands snaked their way up to the uppermost button in Snape’s shirt. He fingered the button idly and Severus stopped his attentions to give Harry a questioning look.

“Harry, if we start that, I won’t be able to stop.” Snape said, fixing Harry with an intense look unlike one Harry had ever seen.

“Who said I wanted you to stop...” Harry purred seductively, and claimed Severus’s lips in a hot kiss. Severus broke off the contact once again, and looked at Harry sharply.

“Harry, you realize that if I go to bed with you, I will be abandoning any iota of morality I have been trying to accumulate, don’t you? You also realize that if anyone finds out, your friends will disown you and any semblance of reputation you might have had will be tarnished?” Snape said squarely, and loosened his hold of the younger man a little to make him feel as if he had an out.

“Well, I’m game if you are,” Harry replied, and brought Severus’s mouth down again for another kiss. This kiss was hungry and urgent.

“Than we had best take this somewhere else, hmmm...?” Snape said, and lifted himself off the couch and took Harry’s hand to bring them both upright. Snape, still holding Harry’s hand, walked toward a hallway adjacent to the room in which they had been sitting. At the end of the hallway was a large oak door, not entirely unlike the door they had passed through to get into Severus’s quarters. Snape didn’t open the door at first, however. He stopped just in front of it, and stealthily pulled Harry in close to him. He wrapped him arms around him, obliterating the space that stood between them. A passionate kiss transpired. A kiss that almost seemed to meld their souls, as well as their mouths. Finally they broke apart and Snape’s hand dropped behind him to open the door a crack.

“This,” Snap said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Is my bedroom.” And with that, he pulled Harry into the room, and he tightly shut the door.

Once in the room, Snape worked fast. He unhooked the silver clasps of Harry's robes with ease, sliding them down his shoulders. His mouth never left its task of kissing and nipping Harry, all of Harry. Harry felt hands slip underneath his charcoal gray sweater and he raised his arms. The sweater was neatly abandoned on the floor, as was the shirt he wore underneath it.

They made their way to the bed one step at a time, kicking off their shoes and socks as they went. It was a complicated dance that for some reason they both knew the steps to. It was a huge four-poster bed, sitting squarely in the middle of the room. It had a gravitational force all it's own that pulled the lovers toward it. They easily complied.

Harry was now shirtless, and Snape took this opportunity to get a good look at Harry. He was extraordinary. His eyes glittered with lust, and a better look at his muscled chest proved it was beyond anything Snape could have dreamed (which he had done... often). But probably the most seductive thing about him was the strong, youthful glow that he seemed to have. It drove Snape out of his mind. He ran his hands all over the boy, kissing his mouth slowly and passionately.

Eventually, Harry realized he was the only one being undressed. He turned his attention onto the intricate workings of Severus's clothing. But his inexperienced hands had an enormous amount of difficulty with the small buttons and invisible hooks. Severus decided to step in, and his practiced hands were fast and true. He shed his outer layers and then stood only in a white button-down shirt and his long black pants. Harry didn’t give him a break, immediately setting to work on the buttons of his shirt. This time Harry proved productive, and both of the men were shirtless.

This time it was Harry's turn to stare. Who would have ever thought the greasy Potion Master would look like this? He radiated sex, and the pale skin and unearthly eyes made the whole package seductive beyond belief. Harry was only able to look for a minute before the Severus chuckled to himself and closed the space between them, wrapping his arms around the smaller man. Harry felt like he was going to pass out.

In all his years, Harry had never felt anything as blissful as being pulled into that embrace. Warm skin met warm skin and their souls touched. None of the illicit affairs of his past had compared to this. Better than Quidditch, better than freedom, better than magic, Harry felt the touch of joy. He would go to any lengths to have this feeling. He tilted his head back and purred softly.

Severus took this opportunity to place warm, wet kisses all down Harry’s neck. He seated Harry on the edge of his bed to and continue his attentions. He placed a kiss on each shoulder and worked his way down Harry's chest. When he came to his nipples, he encircled them with his tongue. Harry jumped a little and made the prettiest noises. He then sucked gently and Harry moaned when he nipped at them. He gave each nipple the same attention, and then moved back up to Harry’s face.

"Virgin?" he asked in Harry's ear, running his lips over the sensitive area and blowing cool air over the moistened trail. Harry recognized it as a question, but not an uneasy one.

"No," Harry said, "Not exactly." Snape went back down to Harry's nipples and sucked one gently.

"Not exactly?" Snape said, the inquiry evident in his voice.

"I've done this with a girl, but never with a guy..." Harry trailed off, feeling slightly embarrassed. This time Severus didn't ask any more questions. He just placed one hot, wet, perfect kiss on his mouth.

"Perfect. You'll have no misconceptions then. I can show you just how wonderful this can be." And with that, Severus's lips made their way down Harry's body once more, only this time they didn't stop. Snape sunk to his knees and finally reached the top of Harry's jeans. He placed a tiny kiss on the button and unsnapped it. He slowly pulled the zipper down and he could feel Harry's cpushpush forward from the opening. He looked up at Harry, expecting the appreciative, blissful look he received whenever he did this, but instead he was met with surprised, questioning eyes. Severus stopped immediately

"Not what you expected?" He asked, with only a little annoyance in his eyes. Harry snapped out of his reverie, and answered.

"No, it's not that. You just surprised me. I never pictured Severus Snape getting down on his kneor aor anyone." The words hit Snape full force, and he felt something strangely warm and light come over him. He chuckled a little.

"Out of all the people who I've fallen on my knees for, you are the most deserving," Severus answered calmly and truthfully. Severus could almost see the lust Harry was giving off and he continued his ministrations. He removed the jeans and threw them across the room. He slid the forest green boxers off Harry's hips tragically slow, only to toss them as well. He placed warm wet kisses up Harry's inner thighs, being gentle and careful. He was going to take Harry so high he would never come down.

Finally, he took the wet tip of his tongue, and swirled it in a circle around the head of Harry's cock. Harry leaned back, tossing his head and a loud moan came from his mouth.

"Harry," Snape said, and stopped touching him completely. Harry sat up, and met his eyes with Severus's. Severus had a look of intense concentration and adoration, a look that was beyond sexy. He locked his eyes with Harry's.

"You are so beautiful... I've wanted to tell you that for so long..."

And with that confession being made, Severus took the whole head of Harry's cock in his mouth. Harry collapsed on the bed.

"Oh god, Severus!" Harry shouted, and his eyes rolled back. It was the reaction Severus was used to. He alternated between long, loving, slow strokes, and hard, fast strokes of his mouth. Harry felt reality spin away and he quit trying to contain the babble that fell from his mouth.

"Oh god, yes.... Love me you.... Faster, oh gods, stop... don't stop.... oh, please!" Harry shouted.

Even though the words themselves made no sense, Severus caught every meaning, and each word went straight through him. After only a short time, Severus could sense the impending orgasm. Severus normally would have stopped, so he and his lover could come together, but Harry was seventeen and resilient. He had also been waiting for this for a very long time... Severus decided some mercy (something he made a rule about keeping out of the bedroom) was in order.

Severus relaxed his throat and took the entire length of Harry into his mouth. He formed a lovely vacuum. He released Harry slightly, and then brought him back in, but this time he hummed every so gently. Harry screamed. He let go again, and blew cool air over the pulsating cock. Harry was delirious with need. Once more, he took all of Harry's cock into his mouth. He hummed again, but this time, he hummed hard. Harry's hips bucked forward, and his entire body shook. He came hard into Severus's mouth.

Severus swallowed every last drop. Harry lay limp on the side of the bed. Severus gently pushed him up by the pillows and turned down the bed sheets. Harry climbed under the covers slowly. Every muscle was tired. He was shaking badly. Severus climbed in behind him and wrapped his arms around Harry, who was cool with sweat.

Severus nuzzled Harry's neck and placed soft kisses all over Harry's shoulders. He was still hard.... painfully so. But, he wasn't sure how much to demand from him tonight. He was new to this, and very tired, so he closed his eyes in expectation of sleep. Harry, however, had other plans.

Once a little of his strength returned, he turned to face Severus. He captured the man’s lips in a warm, gentle kiss.

"That was the single nicest thing anyone has ever done for me," Harry said, making Snape open his eyes. Harry's hair was even messier, and a little wet. Severus tightened his grip on the boy, and covered his face with kisses. Harry was slightly more insistent. He kissed Severus again, but this time a little more urgently. He ran his hands down the man's smooth porcelain chest, and circled his fingertips around Severus's nipples. He moved down, and sucked the gently. He was a fast learner.

While he lavished his nipples with attention, Harry's hand slowly worked its way down to the fastener of Severus's pants. He looked up at Severus, who through the fog of lust had raised one eyebrow questioningly. Harry smiled, undid the hook, and unzipped the pants. Quickly he pulled down the pants, and threw them from the bed.
He pulled back the blankets a little, and gazed at the Potions master, now clad only in black silk boxers. Harry took one finger and ran it down the ridge of Severus's erection. Harry looked a little unsure of what to do next. The Potion Master, never one to stay idle, pounced and knocked Harry on his back. His black eyes were intense

"Do you really know what you are asking for?" Severus said, fixing Harry with a glare. Harry nodded, his eyes never leaving Severus's. Severus smirked.

"Tell me what you want, Harry," Severus said, never sounding more serious.

"I want..." Harry started, and stopped again. "I want you...." Harry finally said, between panting breaths.

Severus casually ran the tip of his finger over the head of Harry's cock. Blood was rushing to create an erection as fast as it could. 'Oh the joys of teenage hormones,' Severus mused, and then smiled.

"You want me how?" Severus asked, drawing out the torture. They bothw Sew Severus understood what Harry was talking about, but it made it all the more fun. Finally Harry regained his senses and answered.

"I want you to fuck me, Severus. And I want you to do it now." A grin spread across Severus's face. Slowly Severus removed his boxers, which were slightly sticky with precum. He got up for a moment and returned with a jar of homemade lubricant; he was a Potions Master after all.

He leaned over Harry, placing his face just inches over Harry's. He let one finger coat itself with the lubricant and brought it to Harry's opening. Harry nodded, and Snape pushed through the ring of muscles. Harry yelped, but Snape covered Harry's lips with his own and caught the cry. It was only a few minutes before Harry became accustomed to the intrusion and was able to find the slow, in and out movements of the finger enjoyable. Severus then coated another finger and added it to the movements. He used these two fingers to search the little spot he knew would drive Harry wild. A shout of pleasure told him that he had found it. Finally, he added another finger, and Harry thrashed about.

“Oh please, just hurry... I want you."

Snape easily complied. He positioned himself between Harry's thighs and placed the tip of his cock against Harry's opening. He took a hold of Harry's hips and raised them. Harry tried to wiggle, but Severus's grip was true. All he could do was whimper. Snape took pity on the boy, and pushed the head of his cock into Harry.

Inch by inch, he pushed his way in. Harry scrunched his face in pain, but Severus though it better to get it all done and over with at once, and kept pushing. Slowly, the last of Harry's innocence left. Severus absorbed it and it gave a glow to his skin.

Once Severus was in, he stopped all movement. Harry's eyes were clouded with both pain and lust. Severus just kissed every expanse of skin he could reach with his lips, and eventually Harry started to push with his hips. Severus withdrew slowly, and with the same gentleness, he reentered. He kept a slow, loving pace until Harry started to respond.

Finally the boy cried, "Please, faster!" and Severus began to move in quick, shallow thrusts. He never forgot to angle himself to Harry's prostate, though. Harry was in heaven when Snape's hand wrapped around his cock to move in time with the strokes.

Snape thought about anything to forget the tight warm flesh that surrounded his cock. Finally Harry screamed and came, clenching his ass around his cock. Severus choked a sob and came right along with Harry. He emptied himself deep within his lover.

They both lay silent. Severus finally removed himself, and cast a simple cleaning spell. The orgasm and the alcohol had made them both exhausted. Severus and Harry climbed under the covers and fell asleep, wrapped in each other.

~*~

However, that was not how he woke up. The bedroom was large with no windows, yet the light from the timed lamps woke Harry up. He looked around the room and remembered where he was. He turned, expecting to see his lover, but instead he was met with an empty bed. Severus's clothing was gone from the floor and the bathroom door was open. Harry looked around, very confused, and then he saw it, right next to his glasses. He put on the cumbersome lenses and looked at the envelope set on the table. It was in Snape's penmanship. It was a totally blank envelope, with the exception of one letter printed on the front in Snape's ink.

H.

That was all. With great trepidation, shaking fingers opened the letter. Harry felt the room spin...