If You Were Truly Evil
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Snape/Remus
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,283
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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If You Were Truly Evil
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
“If you were truly evil, what would you do?”
It was easy to joke back then – Grindelwald had been forgotten, and the worst thing that could happen was to be caught snogging in the second floor bathroom.
“What do you mean?” I laughed. He rolled over on top of me, and stroked the sparse hair on my chest.
“I mean, would you become a crazed dictator, enslaving nations to do your bidding? Or would you waste resources on complicated schemes and the discovery of mystical artifacts?”
“Let me guess, this is a typical Slytherin game.”
He leaned down and took one my nipples in his mouth. Such a talented tongue, even at sixteen.
“Oh, Merlin, Severus. We have to go back soon…”
“Mmmmm…I suppose,” he said languidly, his head dropping on my shoulder.
At that age, it was easy to love. I had friends and I had him. I didn’t need much more to satisfy me.
“I could see you pretending to be evil until you had full control. Then you’d set about making the world a better place. But you’d have to lock me up; it would be my duty to reveal your plans.”
Chuckling, I rolled us over and trailed slow kisses down his lithe torso.
“What a pity. I’d have to make you my personal slave…”
“Remus…I thought you said…”
“Change of plans.”
He had the softest hair and longest legs. Sometimes late at night, I still wonder what it would be like to caress it. Or feel him wrapped around me, his heels digging into my lower back.
“Don’t you…don’t you want to hear what I would do if I was truly evil?” he panted as I undid his trousers.
I stopped, looked up and grinned.
“Well?”
“It can wait. You need to continue doing that.”
I loved rolling the tip of his prick in my mouth and sticking my tongue underneath the foreskin. The most endearing whimpering sounds escaped his soft lips as I licked up the shaft, but I would melt from his deep moans when the tip would hit the back of my throat.
But, that was so long ago.
He never pulled. He would wrap his fingers in my hair, but always let me set the pace. I used to love running my hands down his thighs, grazing the head ever so gently with my teeth.
He never took long, and he was always so embarrassed, but secretly I thought it was flattering that I could make him come undone.
“So?” I asked as we dressed.
“Uh, is this the part where I’m supposed to say thank you?”
“Don’t be daft. I want to know what you’d do if you were truly evil.”
He paused and positioned himself seriously as if for a more dramatic effect.
“I wouldn’t make any speeches,” he said solemnly. “They say Grindelwald was defeated because his speech was so long-winded, that Dumbledore was able to sneak up to him and finish him off. The Dark Wizards only response was that he wasn’t finished yet.”
“He did not,” I giggled. “And anyway, you’d tell everyone who would listen all about your dastardly plan and brag about how clever you are.”
“All I would say is the killing curse and leave.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re incapable of being truly evil.”
“You really believe that?”
“I do.”
He looked at me for a moment, examining me curiously, and then kissed me with an unexpected passion.
***
“Harry, this is important. Did Severus say anything?”
“No,” the boy replied sadly. “He just cast the spell.”
It felt like a lifetime since I was that young. I moved more slowly now and was covered in a lot more hair than when he used to touch me. Our passion, our petty arguments, even our serious fights seemed impossibly small now.
All that remained was one question: could I place my trust in his youth?
“If you were truly evil, what would you do?”
It was easy to joke back then – Grindelwald had been forgotten, and the worst thing that could happen was to be caught snogging in the second floor bathroom.
“What do you mean?” I laughed. He rolled over on top of me, and stroked the sparse hair on my chest.
“I mean, would you become a crazed dictator, enslaving nations to do your bidding? Or would you waste resources on complicated schemes and the discovery of mystical artifacts?”
“Let me guess, this is a typical Slytherin game.”
He leaned down and took one my nipples in his mouth. Such a talented tongue, even at sixteen.
“Oh, Merlin, Severus. We have to go back soon…”
“Mmmmm…I suppose,” he said languidly, his head dropping on my shoulder.
At that age, it was easy to love. I had friends and I had him. I didn’t need much more to satisfy me.
“I could see you pretending to be evil until you had full control. Then you’d set about making the world a better place. But you’d have to lock me up; it would be my duty to reveal your plans.”
Chuckling, I rolled us over and trailed slow kisses down his lithe torso.
“What a pity. I’d have to make you my personal slave…”
“Remus…I thought you said…”
“Change of plans.”
He had the softest hair and longest legs. Sometimes late at night, I still wonder what it would be like to caress it. Or feel him wrapped around me, his heels digging into my lower back.
“Don’t you…don’t you want to hear what I would do if I was truly evil?” he panted as I undid his trousers.
I stopped, looked up and grinned.
“Well?”
“It can wait. You need to continue doing that.”
I loved rolling the tip of his prick in my mouth and sticking my tongue underneath the foreskin. The most endearing whimpering sounds escaped his soft lips as I licked up the shaft, but I would melt from his deep moans when the tip would hit the back of my throat.
But, that was so long ago.
He never pulled. He would wrap his fingers in my hair, but always let me set the pace. I used to love running my hands down his thighs, grazing the head ever so gently with my teeth.
He never took long, and he was always so embarrassed, but secretly I thought it was flattering that I could make him come undone.
“So?” I asked as we dressed.
“Uh, is this the part where I’m supposed to say thank you?”
“Don’t be daft. I want to know what you’d do if you were truly evil.”
He paused and positioned himself seriously as if for a more dramatic effect.
“I wouldn’t make any speeches,” he said solemnly. “They say Grindelwald was defeated because his speech was so long-winded, that Dumbledore was able to sneak up to him and finish him off. The Dark Wizards only response was that he wasn’t finished yet.”
“He did not,” I giggled. “And anyway, you’d tell everyone who would listen all about your dastardly plan and brag about how clever you are.”
“All I would say is the killing curse and leave.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re incapable of being truly evil.”
“You really believe that?”
“I do.”
He looked at me for a moment, examining me curiously, and then kissed me with an unexpected passion.
***
“Harry, this is important. Did Severus say anything?”
“No,” the boy replied sadly. “He just cast the spell.”
It felt like a lifetime since I was that young. I moved more slowly now and was covered in a lot more hair than when he used to touch me. Our passion, our petty arguments, even our serious fights seemed impossibly small now.
All that remained was one question: could I place my trust in his youth?