In The Dark
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,334
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
In The Dark
Whooo yeah, okay. It's been so long since I wrote anything so this is probably pretty terrible but I'm sure you'll all survive... well mostly all of you anyway.
I wrote this very quickly after a sudden and shocking burst of inspiration and I'm not sure what to think of it but, meh. If this bares any resemblance to the writings of any other authors I apologise as that isn't my intent. This isn't beta'd by the way so there will probably be mistakes, my grammar is not that good.
Thanks.
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Severus has never fucked Harry in the light.
The darkness in Severus’s quarters is nearly complete and Harry never tries to cast a Lumos. He hasn’t tried since the first time he’d been carefully refused all those months ago. He’s never seen the inside of these quarters lit by anything more than the embers in the hearth.
He always undresses alone in the doorway to the bedroom, hurriedly shrugging off his robes knowing that his lover is waiting and that their time together is not to be wasted with his dawdling.
He always stumbles the few terrifying meters to the four poster bed, his fingers recalling the touch of the carved patterns adorning the posts. In his head he pictures a dark rich wood and sees the carvings as a floral pattern.
In his head he usually imagines that the rooms are well lit and the curtains on the bed are a heavy green velvet, in the dark he can only guess as to what they really are.
The mattress is thick and soft, and sinks slightly under his weight as he crawls into the center of it. The fine wool of the blankets feel almost warm under his bare skin.
Harry’s is quiet at these times and if he listens hard enough he can hear Severus’s shallow breaths beside him. He never needs any light to guide him to his lovers lips for a kiss, this is a dance he knows well.
Every touch is magnified to Harry in the dark. Every spot Severus touches seems to burn. Harry often wishes that he could look his lover in the eyes in these moments; he wants to watch the older mans face as he climaxes, but such thoughts are always left on the wayside as Severus prepares and enters him.
His lover is always careful, always gentle, belying his usually harsh nature. Harry always feels special in these rooms. Harry often thinks that he might actually be in love with Severus but he’s never brought it up to the older man. He can imagine that Severus would think him too young to know that.
Nearing dawn Harry knows to quickly gather his clothes with an Accio and dress by the dim light of the still glowing coals. His invisibility cloak and map mean that he never meets anyone on his way back to his dorm.
Severus never kisses him goodbye.
Later, outside of the dungeons, back in the daylight and surrounded by his friends and back to normal issues like the upcoming NEWT’s, Harry occasionally wonders if Severus is ashamed of him, or if he simply doesn’t wish to see the young man he brings off nearly every night.
Outside of Severus’s rooms they continue the habitual mask of hatred. Except now the frequent detentions aren’t wasting on scrubbing cauldrons and there is no longer any need for defense and occlumency lessons. Instead detentions are spent in the older mans bed and their angry words are replaced by soft moans and sweet whispered nothings.
He knows that relationships between students and teachers aren’t illegal thanks to Hermione blushingly telling him so the morning after one of his detentions, and sometimes he thinks Dumbledore really must know everything that goes on at Hogwarts when the old wizard gives him those infuriatingly knowing looks over the top of his glasses.
They don’t talk much, even in the safety of Severus’s rooms. They don’t talk about how Harry’s education at Hogwarts is nearly over and they don’t discuss the apprenticeship with Madame Pomfrey that Harry has accepted. They certainly don’t discuss the summer invitation to the Burrow from Mrs. Weasley asking Harry to bring his ‘new friend’ when he comes to stay.
They do touch a lot though, and Severus says more than he means to with every touch.
Harry always passes up the invitations to Hogsmeade from other students looking to become the boyfriend or girlfriend of the ‘Boy-Who-Defeated-Voldemort’. Harry already has the person he loves, no matter how long it lasts.
Most of the time Harry doesn’t even mind that Severus wont make love to him in the light.
Fin
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Well thats it. I'm still really not sure where this came from. Reviews are great, I'm just not sure I could stand up to too many harsh ones, my head just might explode xD
Piker
I wrote this very quickly after a sudden and shocking burst of inspiration and I'm not sure what to think of it but, meh. If this bares any resemblance to the writings of any other authors I apologise as that isn't my intent. This isn't beta'd by the way so there will probably be mistakes, my grammar is not that good.
Thanks.
---------------
Severus has never fucked Harry in the light.
The darkness in Severus’s quarters is nearly complete and Harry never tries to cast a Lumos. He hasn’t tried since the first time he’d been carefully refused all those months ago. He’s never seen the inside of these quarters lit by anything more than the embers in the hearth.
He always undresses alone in the doorway to the bedroom, hurriedly shrugging off his robes knowing that his lover is waiting and that their time together is not to be wasted with his dawdling.
He always stumbles the few terrifying meters to the four poster bed, his fingers recalling the touch of the carved patterns adorning the posts. In his head he pictures a dark rich wood and sees the carvings as a floral pattern.
In his head he usually imagines that the rooms are well lit and the curtains on the bed are a heavy green velvet, in the dark he can only guess as to what they really are.
The mattress is thick and soft, and sinks slightly under his weight as he crawls into the center of it. The fine wool of the blankets feel almost warm under his bare skin.
Harry’s is quiet at these times and if he listens hard enough he can hear Severus’s shallow breaths beside him. He never needs any light to guide him to his lovers lips for a kiss, this is a dance he knows well.
Every touch is magnified to Harry in the dark. Every spot Severus touches seems to burn. Harry often wishes that he could look his lover in the eyes in these moments; he wants to watch the older mans face as he climaxes, but such thoughts are always left on the wayside as Severus prepares and enters him.
His lover is always careful, always gentle, belying his usually harsh nature. Harry always feels special in these rooms. Harry often thinks that he might actually be in love with Severus but he’s never brought it up to the older man. He can imagine that Severus would think him too young to know that.
Nearing dawn Harry knows to quickly gather his clothes with an Accio and dress by the dim light of the still glowing coals. His invisibility cloak and map mean that he never meets anyone on his way back to his dorm.
Severus never kisses him goodbye.
Later, outside of the dungeons, back in the daylight and surrounded by his friends and back to normal issues like the upcoming NEWT’s, Harry occasionally wonders if Severus is ashamed of him, or if he simply doesn’t wish to see the young man he brings off nearly every night.
Outside of Severus’s rooms they continue the habitual mask of hatred. Except now the frequent detentions aren’t wasting on scrubbing cauldrons and there is no longer any need for defense and occlumency lessons. Instead detentions are spent in the older mans bed and their angry words are replaced by soft moans and sweet whispered nothings.
He knows that relationships between students and teachers aren’t illegal thanks to Hermione blushingly telling him so the morning after one of his detentions, and sometimes he thinks Dumbledore really must know everything that goes on at Hogwarts when the old wizard gives him those infuriatingly knowing looks over the top of his glasses.
They don’t talk much, even in the safety of Severus’s rooms. They don’t talk about how Harry’s education at Hogwarts is nearly over and they don’t discuss the apprenticeship with Madame Pomfrey that Harry has accepted. They certainly don’t discuss the summer invitation to the Burrow from Mrs. Weasley asking Harry to bring his ‘new friend’ when he comes to stay.
They do touch a lot though, and Severus says more than he means to with every touch.
Harry always passes up the invitations to Hogsmeade from other students looking to become the boyfriend or girlfriend of the ‘Boy-Who-Defeated-Voldemort’. Harry already has the person he loves, no matter how long it lasts.
Most of the time Harry doesn’t even mind that Severus wont make love to him in the light.
Fin
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Well thats it. I'm still really not sure where this came from. Reviews are great, I'm just not sure I could stand up to too many harsh ones, my head just might explode xD
Piker