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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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19
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30,162
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97
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Thieves
It was autumn, the air was crisp, and leaves of varying shades of yellow and gold skittered and bounced across the grounds as if they were trying to keep up with the low scudding clouds overhead. The new term was upon them and school had begun. Even though Harry was considered legally an adult in the wizarding world, he still needed to finish his last year, and it was not going well for him. He often came back from classes rather moody and out of sorts, even though Hermoine frequently looked sadly at him as if she wanted to speak. Ron on the other hand, would sit red-faced and look as if he couldn’t make up his mind to be remorseful, angry, or perhaps even both all because he had trouble accepting just with who it was Harry loved.
Others not close to the situation would whisper cruel remarks and make vulgar jokes. The Daily Prophet had a field day, and even though the newspaper only made vague references to the parties concerned, the damage had been done to the psyches involved. The headmaster pressured the ministry night and day until the Minister himself aquiesed just to get Dumbledore off his back, and ordered a halt to the stories forcing the editors to make a statement retracting the allegations.
Much to everyone’s surprise, Snape had acquired the much-coveted position of Defence Against the Dark Arts; and he was faring no better than Harry, in fact it was a far more terrible burden. He had just experienced the worst two days of his life, other than the one so long ago when he had been foolish enough to throw any sort of promising future he might have had away with both hands to become a Death Eater. It was early evening on a Saturday, and he sat with his head in his hands. The night before last, he had returned from another meeting with the Dark Lord, and he was in an extremely foul mood. He had sat brooding in his sitting room at Spinner’s End, and nursing a glass of elf-made wine to take the edge off his nerves. He had discovered that Wormtail had moved back in, and this did not bode well with Snape for he had to allow the shabby little man to stay in order not to raise Voldemort’s suspicions.
When Severus had decided he had calmed down enough to return to Hogwarts, little did he realize that his life would soon begin to spiral out of his control. Instead of getting to leave and find comfort in Harry's arms, that pampered pureblood Narcissa Malfoy and her arrogant sister Bellatrix LeStrange showed up on his doorstep, and he had been forced into something he didn’t want to do. He had long ago been obligated against his will by the man who had been his advocate, to keep up the charade of being a loyal follower of a crazed megalomaniac. Albus Dumbledore had ingrained into him not to make any mistakes that would raise any questions of his loyalty to the Dark Lord. His double espionage, had to be kept a secret; no matter what he had to do, and entering an Unbreakable Vow had fallen neatly into that category.
At the time, he didn’t see how things could possibly have gotten any worse, but this morning it had. He had went earlier than usual to his training session with the Headmaster, and even though the potions he amply provided, the old wizard was suffering the pain of his withered and blackened flesh as a result of dealing with the Marvolo Gaunt ring. Albus Dumbledore had still been alert enough to sense that something was terribly wrong. They had bickered until Severus gave in and told Dumbledore what he had done. The bickering then escalated into an argument that spilled out into the empty corridors until the old man once again had his way and coerced Severus into another Unbreakable Vow. It was one meant to counteract the previous pledge; thereby absolving the Malfoy whelp from having to complete his appointed task, or losing his life in the process and ensnaring Snape into what could have been called assisted suicide. He had been forbidden to speak of it as part of the vow, and this was what was killing him on the inside for he could never tell anyone, not even Harry.
Despite the headmaster’s assurances that all would eventually be well when the wizarding world discovered the true nature behind the shocking and unspeakable act Severus would be compelled to do, the tormented wizard couldn’t have cared less. This time he knew that what was to be required of him would cost him the most precious possession he had – Harry's love. He had immediately apparated to Spinner’s End, and had raged against the gods themselves, even stooping so low as to hex the confused little rat-faced man mercilessly. When Pettigrew fled the dark wizard’s wrath, Snape turned his attentions to his surroundings and vented his anger mightily. Thus, he sat on the floor in the middle of the rubble of what had been his sitting room, and dropped his head into his hands. Two men had robbed him. One – he trusted with his life, and the other he didn’t trust as far as he could throw by hand, and both had snuck upon him like thieves in the night.
Snape apparated back to the ancient castle when he got good and ready to, and then composing his face into a mask of indifference, he entered their chambers. Harry had fallen asleep reading. He was lying on the thick hearthrug, his head propped upon pillows, and his glasses had slid to the end of his nose. The book had fallen to the side landing on its spine and lay open with the middle pages fluttering gently in the heat of the fire. He gazed down at his love, his heart breaking beneath the façade he wore. Kneeling, he placed the book onto the nearby chair then tenderly removed the young man’s glasses causing him to stir, and open his eyes.
“You missed our training,” the young man yawned.
“I was in the middle of something that was unavoidable.”
“Mmmmm, I was dreaming,” Harry said sleepily as he stretched.
“Oh?” He quirked his brow at the younger man’s contented expression.
“Uh huh. I was dreaming you were making love to me.”
Snape said pleasantly, even though it was far from what he was feeling at the moment, “Well then, it appears your libido is just as active even while asleep.” He gazed down into those green eyes that on more than one occasion had melted his heart, and then he reached out and caressed the face he loved so much.
“Kiss me, Severus,” Harry murmured.
Severus looked at his lover, and knew then what he would do, and he realized as well that he was helpless to do otherwise. He too, would become a thief in his own right, and take what he could get from this night and from the man he cherished. He knew the instant that when the dreaded events would begin unfold; he would never be able to love, or be loved again. He desperately needed a memory to carry with him, be it at large as a hunted animal, awaiting death in Azkaban, or dying on the battlefield. This night would be seared in his mind through eternity, and he would live off of it for whatever remaining days the fates saw fit to allow him.
The older man lowered his head then brushed his lips across Harry's. He placed his thumb on his lovers chin, and opened his willing mouth then leisurely slid his tongue inside. Severus did not break the kiss as he lay down beside Harry. He nudged his leg between the younger man’s own, and wrapped his arm around his pliant lover’s waist, pulling him into a close embrace.
Harry moaned into Snape’s mouth. The dark wizard’s hands traveled over the body beneath him, and he could feel the heated erection straining against the front of the younger man’s dungarees. He reached up and one by one unfastened each button to Harry's shirt, then he began to lavish his attentions to the flawless skin he had exposed. Snape’s lips wandered the length of his jaw, down the side of his neck, and across his chest where he captured one of Harry's dusky nipples. He suckled, and teased then lightly clamped his teeth upon the puckered bud drawing his head back until it popped free. Snape sought out its twin, and lathed it with his warm tongue until it rose and puckered as well.
“Ah – gods,” Harry moaned, and arched his body toward Severus.
Snape abruptly rose and sat back on his haunches, and then with a mighty pull, he sent multitudes of buttons popping and bouncing wildly about startling his beloved with the sudden move. Freed of the woollen material he flung it away, and he soon divested himself of the simple white shirt he wore beneath. Reaching down, he loosened Harry's trousers then hooking his thumbs beneath the band of undergarments, he slid the remaining clothing down and freed the young man’s painful erection. Tossing the clothing aside, what little he himself wore soon joined the wayside.
He rejoined his lover, clasped his face and kissed him hungrily then said something Harry had not expected. “Harry – I – I need something from you tonight.” He paused, and Potter could see Severus was struggling with his words, “I – I want you - to do the taking this time.” Seeing Harry’s surprised look, he quickly added, “Don’t ask me why, or what brought this about because I can’t tell you right now any reason that would make sense. I just know I need it, and I want you to be the one giving it.”
Both men spent that night in an almost dreamlike state, as Harry did as he was requested. The lovemaking was slow, and prolonged as Harry felt he should make it last as long as possible. It was loving, caring, tender, and bittersweet. Never before during their time together had Severus made such a plaintive request and even though the man’s face was unreadable, Harry could read his heart. What it told him was that his lover was hurting in some way – in a way that could not be spoken of, and it was up to Harry to try to ease that pain. The man tried his best, but he couldn’t take away the fear that lurked beneath the surface of the man known as the most dreaded of potions masters.
Harry thrust one final time filling his lover with his essence as they both came in a shuddering climax. Still sheathed deeply within, he lay upon Severus’ glistening body. He did not look into his lover’s face as he did so, and did not realize that at that moment, Severus Snape was silently weeping. He wept for all the hurt he had experienced, all the hurt he had and would be the cause of, and for the love he was sure he would lose forever.