Crush of the Black Silk Boxers

DISCLAIMER:I own none of Harry Potter (*pout*) All characters belong to JKR, the lucky lady. The plot is mine-I think.
SUMMARY:The final battle is over, many are dead, Voldemort has been defeated, Harry is sent to Snape Manor to hide out until the remaining death eaters have been captured, and Harry has a crush on Snape. Can these ingredients add up to a love potion? (hehe, cheezy, I know)
WARNING:This is going to be NC-17 and M/M, meaning if you are not comfortable with two men getting it on, turn back now. There will likely also be M/M/M, bondage, etc. and other things. It is hard to tell you exactly what this story will contain as it has no set plot, so be very careful when reading and look for warnings at the beggining of chapters. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

"" means talking
** means thinking

¤¤¤CRUSH OF THE BLACK SILK BOXERS¤¤¤

"Mister Potter" A rich, silky voice came to Harrys ears. He groaned and tried to roll away from the sound but found himself wedged into place with large, velvety pillows. He still refused to open his eyes, his head was throbbing and his body ached, he just wanted to drift back into unconsiousness, but that voice just wouldn't seem to let him. "Mister Potter, I suggest you open your eyes and get up. I do not intend to spend the rest of my life being your bedmaid."

Harry opened his eyes and stared into the dark orbs of a man he had not seen since the beggining of the war, nearly 2 years ago. He shot up into a sitting position and pulled the covers up around him. "Snape?" He instantly regretted his quick movement as the room spun around him and his vision became blurry. "Drink, Potter" A vial of some sort was held to his lips and he obeyed his former proffesors command. Soon, the world seemed to sink back into the odd sense of order Harry had grown used to.

"Where.." His voice sounded odd, husky and dry, and he could not keep the slight tremble out of his words. "You are currently in a guest room in my manor Potter. You've been here for almost a week now." Harry looked from Snape to let his eyes wander around the room. "S'nice" He murmered, noticing that while the deep colors were not bright, there was enough light allowed into the room by the large windows to make it more comfortable and relaxed than depressing. He leant back against one of targearge, deep red pillows and looked back at thtiontions master. "Why am I here?"

Snape blinked a few times, then responded warily, not wanting to shock the boy. "Dumbledore tho it it would be a good idea if you hid out until the remaining Death Eaters were caught...Do you not remember what happened?" Harrys eyes narrowed in thought, but then he shook his head, something had happened? "The last thing I remember is apparating to Hogsmade and ending up at Vol...Oh My God...No!!" Harry clutched his head as the memories came floodiack.ack. *The cemetary, Voldemort, him hesitating, Hagrid's death, Remus's warning, Pettigrew's sacrafice, half the Order dying, the darkness, Snape's potion, Voldemort gone, and then nothing.* He was curled up on the four-poster bed, sobbing as he remembered the hurt, remembered what he had caused.

"Shhhhh, it's okay Harry, it's over." A pair of strong arms wrapped around the crying young man and held him close a slo slowly calmed. "Snape...what have I done?" Severus looked down at the broken creature in his arms and felt his heart ache with him. *What must this boy be going through?* "You did what you had to Harry, you did what you had to." The older man gently rocked the boy-who-lived until his tears ceased and he fell into a troubled slumber.

A/N:The first chapter is short, I know, but they will get longer (and better). I know it's quite OOC right now, but I'll fix that, promise. I'll ask for reviews, but I don't have much content here yet, so I can't expect much. It will get better, I swear.