Quickie

Disclaimer The characters and sheer genius belong to J K Rowiling. The smut is mine, but I don\'t make a penny from my warped imagination.

A/N I\'ve decided not to update Heat, Light and the Properties of Plants any more until the databases have been transferred. In the meantime here\'s a little something I knocked up for you. Hope you like it.

Quickie

Alternative ending to Half Blood Prince.

What if Dumbledore didn\'t die on top of the Astronomy Tower? If Malfoy didn\'t burst in on him and Harry? If Harry did go to fetch Professor Snape that night, as Dumbledore ordered him?

Harry ran down the spiral staircase from the Astronomy Tower. \"I suppose Dumbledore knows what he\'s doing,\" he muttered. \"But he\'s the last person I\'d trust... \"

He was in Snape\'s private rooms at last, hesitating at the door of his bedroom. He really didn\'t want to do this. But Dumbledore had been insistent, so -

He raised his wand and whispered \"Lumos\". In the light from his wand he made his way across the bedroom until he was looking down at the pale face of his enemy, dark lashes closed in sleep, his black hair tumbled across the pillow.

Snape slowly opened his eyes, his dark gaze fixed on the boy. Then he reached up with the suddenness of a striking snake and seized Harry\'s wand. Harry staggered back as Snape stared at him in surprise.

\"Potter! Why are you here?\" An evil smirk spread across his face. \"You\'ve come to me at last\" he murmured. \"Ah, I must still be dreaming. Well, let\'s make the most of it!\"

And before Harry realised what was happening, Snape had dragged him down onto the bed, wrenched his jeans and boxers down over his buttocks and had his wand halfway up his arse.

Harry started to struggle, then gasped at the sensation in his passage. It was warm, it was moist, it felt sensational. Next thing he knew, Snape was on top of hiim, squeezing, stroking, kissing, breathing hotly onto the back of his neck. The heat and power radiating from the wizard were palpable. Harry forgot Dumbledore, up on the tower. He forgot that Snape was one of his worst enemies. He nearly forgot his own name.

Snape penetrated him and thrust with short sharp strokes, the bed rocked under them and Harry came violently against the sheets. Snape just kept on going, harder, deeper and Harry was hard again and backing up to meet his thrusts, moaning and whimpering. Snape kept slamming into him as if he\'d never stop.

At last Snape came, again and again, flooding the boy with his seed. Harry was crying as he came for the second time, swamped in Snape\'s cum running out of him and down his buttocks and thighs.

\"Aaaaah, I needed that,\" gasped Snape. He glared at Harry. \"Well, fuck off, you got what you came for.\"

\"Oh no!\" Harry groaned, memory flooding back. \"Sir, that wasn\'t why - Professor, you\'ve got to come up to the Astronomy Tower, Dumbledore\'s hurt, he sent me for you,\" and he quickly explained what had happened.

\"You stupid boy!\" Snape hissed. \"Why didn\'t you stop me?\"

Harry was blushing furiously. \"I couldn\'t\" he whispered. \"It felt so good...\"

Snape pulled Harry roughly to him and kissed him hard on the lips. \"Then come back tomorrow night for some more,\" he smirked evilly, before hurrying up to the Astronomy Tower to patch up his master Dumbledore one more time.

THE END