"What did you want Weas—Ron?" Draco asked, meeting him near the Whomping Willow, but not too close for them to get hit by it. He immediately felt bad for calling him his last name, which was always supposed to be an insult... but he didn't want to insult him now.
"Well, uh... um–"
"Well come on, out with it."
"Well, Harry, and especially Hermione, wanted to know if you were our friend. But I was the one who got picked to ask so if you say no, we—why are you laughing?" He asked, very much offended at the blond's fits of laughter.
"Because you are so awkward, Weasley. If you have a question don't be so afraid of me." He said, trying not to laugh at Ron's facial expressions.
"Well given our past being near you's not exactly a brisk broom ride outside the castle. More like a walk near the Whomping Willow," He retorted, and jabbed a thumb near the aggressive tree. He could have sworn he heard it growl.
Draco straightened. "Fair enough. Talking to you isn't all that normal for me either."
"So...? Are you our friend or not? After what happened with Harry and your dad last year, the last thing he need's is a traitor."
Draco's face flushed and then turned a bright red. He had heard about last year and how his father, the Death Eaters , and Voldemort, had stormed the Ministry. At the moment he had been told he wished he would have been there. To kill Potter himself... until he learned that Bellatrix had killed Sirius. He knew how bad that must have hurt Harry. Losing the closest thing you have as a father is something even Draco thought you should never go through. Ever since that day he had hated Bellatrix and his father, for telling the story with a smile on his face. "Don't compare me to my father, Weasely. We may have the same blood in our veins but we are nothing alike. When you and your friends have figured that out, then come talk to me." He said as he went to walk away, but Ron caught his hand. Draco blushed but luckily the embarrassment was hidden behind the rage.
"Malfoy, I didn't mean to make you mad–"
"Well you did a pretty damn good job." He retorted, snapped his hand out of Ron's and took off near the castle.
Ron dropped and sat on the ground. "What a stupid bloke I am." He said to himself as fell back on the ground. The Whomping Willow seemed to look down on him as if it felt his pain.
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"Harry? Where are you off to?" Hermione asked as he veered a left, heading to the potions room.
"I have another detention with Snape."
"Ooh, I'm sorry Harry."
The genuine apologetic, motherly, tone she spoke in, made Harry chuckle. "You and me both. I will see you later."
She nodded and was off to Gryffindor tower. Harry continued walking to his detention, dreading it the entire way. When he walked in, Professor Snape was standing over a steaming cauldron.
"Ah, Potter," He said without looking up, which Harry found more than just a little creepy. "Come, come," he said beckoning Harry to come forth. Harry put down his books and went over to the cauldron. Snape motioned for Harry to get in front of him. Harry did so and immediately felt comfortable. "Don't be daft, put your hand over mine." He swallowed and did as he was told. "Now continue to stir it like this." His hand moved in a sideways eight. Every time Snape's hand moved, his body moved closer to Harry. But it was, indeed, coincidental. Snape moved one last time, and Harry could feel Snape... resting on him. "Now... you just," Severus said, finally regarding their closeness. He was looking down on the boy. Thinking... remembering his insufferable, childish crush on James Potter. And now he was in an oh so comfortable position with his son, who could have been his carbon copy. "Uh, stir like... like this and..." Harry could feel Snape's cold breath hitting the back of his neck, making every hair stand up. But for some reason he liked it. He relaxed and let himself slump into the Professor, feeling only a slight bit awkward. He closed his eyes and let himself be taken over by the feeling of pure relaxation. Snape's breathing hitched as Harry moved to rest on him, making him want take the boy in his arms, for some reason unknown, and stay that way for all eternity. And that's exactly what it felt like. Both had lost time of how long they were like that. Both enjoying each others company a little too well. "I... will be... right back." He announced suddenly and was out of the room in a hurry. Harry had to catch himself from falling, as Snape was no longer there to lean upon. Harry felt his face go red and hot... in fact his face wasn't the only place on his body that was hot.
Snape came back moments later and added something to the potion. "You are free to leave Potter. You are no longer needed." Even though his voice was trying to be it's usual monotone self, his breathing was off. But Harry had not time to think of that. He nodded, picked up his books, and kept his front out of Snape's eye sight. The last thing he needed was his teacher to know that he was getting horny over him. He raced to his room, dropped his books, grabbed a towel, and jumped into a much needed shower.
"Bloody hormones!" Harry cursed to himself. He stripped himself of his clothing, including his glasses, and got in the shower. He turned it on, letting the cold water torture him, hopefully making him not as horny, but to no avail. He sighed and let his hand trail down wards. "Mmm!" Harry let out a slight moan. Sudden visions of Snape kissing him, pleasuring him, fucking him, claiming him, passed through his head. He moved slowly up and down, the water from the shower acting as a not-so-helpful lubricant. He started to pump his hand a little faster. His mouth opened in an O, with no words coming out, at the pleasure he was allowing himself to have. "Oh fuck!" He pumped even faster. He hadn't felt like this in a while. Usually his hormones were under control but tonight they were off the wall... he just wanted more! He felt all his problems well up in his gut. Everything from his school work, to Voldemort, and let it go. He felt himself orgasm. "Oh, Merlin, that felt good," he thought to himself. He leaned against the wall for a second, to gather his thoughts, grabbed the soap, and continued with his shower.
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Please meet us in the common room.
–Ron
Harry read the note that was placed on his nightstand, next to his glasses. He put on his glasses and continued to get dressed in his pajamas. After minutes of getting dressed, he slipped his feet into his slippers and was off to the common room.
"Harry! Thank Merlin! What took you so long?"Ron asked as he came down the stairs.
Harry immediately felt himself blush. His eyes shot to Hermione who was sitting on the couch, waiting with expectant eyes, just as Ron was.
"I had detention with Snape. What do you think? I wanted to make sure I washed off every particle of his classroom." Okay so it wasn't all a lie, but it wasn't his classroom Harry was trying to wash off. It was more like the thought of Snape fucking him.
Hermione and Ron laughed. "I know how you feel mate." Ron sat down on the couch, next to Hermione, and Harry took his usual spot on the rug, next to the hearth.
"So what did you guys need to see me for?" Harry asked.
"Well not really me," Hermione explained. "But Ron said the wrong thing today, and pissed off Malfoy."
"Well I'm sorry! Next time you talk to him. He's not the easiest person to talk to."
"Well come on," Harry said. "Out with it. What happened?"
Ron sighed and told him the story. But he conveniently left out the part about him calling himself an idiot. Why did they need to know that? "But now he is pissed off at me and I don't know how to tell him that we trust but we don't."
Harry sighed. "You don't have to. I will talk to him. Maybe you weren't the best person to talk to him." He said sincerely but the sincerity in Harry's voice didn't stop Hermione from doubling over in laughter.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He said in mock rage. Even though he was a little bit offended.
"Well I am just saying," He went on with a joking smile on his face. "You can be a little... rash sometimes. You don't always think before you speak."
"Well next time we'll just send 'Mione. He's bloody afraid of her." Harry stifled a chuckle but as soon as he saw her face it wasn't funny anymore.
"I'm not something to be afraid of!" She growled.
"Well you are to Malfoy. He has been dreading you since you punched him."
"That was three years ago!" She protested.
"Well he still remembers it clear as day." Harry said, finally piping into their dispute. "Well if it's any consolation, Hermione, I stopped being afraid of you in my fourth year."
She smiled. "Okay, whatever. We should all get some sleep."
The boys nodded, they said good night to Hermione and went off to bed.
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"Kiss me, Snape." Harry begged. They were in, what Harry guessed, was Snape's quarters. He was on a couch, straddling Severus.
"We shouldn't be doing this Harry." He explained but he kissed him anyway. "And I told you to call me Severus."
His hands were all over Harry. Exploring him. Making him harder by the second. "Oh Severus. I love you," Harry said, grinding into him. Making Severus moan. Severus hesitated. "Don't you love me too, Severus?"
"I do love you, Harry. I just really don't think we should— I think we should wait." He explained. Trying to be as nice as he could without hurting the poor boy's feelings.
Harry looked sadly into his eyes. "Why, Severus? I thought you said you loved me?"
"I do," He said matter-of-factually. "And that's why I think we should wait."
"I don't want to wait," Harry demanded. And then his shirt was on the floor, along with Severus's outer robes and shirt, leaving them both topless. "I want you. I want you and no one else. Having you inside me will prove that." Harry ran his hands over his perfect body. And Severus did the same.
"His body is perfect." They both thought to themselves.
"Harry what are you doing?" Severus asked as Harry got off his lap, got on his knees, and took Severus's throbbing member out of his robes.
"I want you inside me... in more ways than one." Harry's mouth touched the tip of Snape's member with his mouth. Severus threw his head back and closed his eyes.
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Both Snape and Harry woke with a start. They looked down and notice their own hard-on's. Harry put his head in his hands and Snape sighed.
"Off to the showers... again." Both of them thought. They grabbed their towels and headed off to the showers.
AN: Okay so I gave you a little preview of the Snarry I promised. And I am sorry for making Ron and Draco fight, but i had to keep the relationship.... Okay there was no point to their fight. I have been sick for the past few days so the fight kind of reflected on the way I was feeling. I am sorry. But Draco will soon become the center of the universe of this story. -Evil grin- I have so many ideas for this story that you guy's are going to hat me, but love me at the same time for making me make you sit on the edge of your seat
Oh and I apologize for the spelling errors, if any, my beta; T3h_B00kw0rm, was not answering my texts so I am posting this without her help because I just couldn't wait.
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AN2: The whole ending, they are indeed in their own living quarters, they just had the same exact dream, with the same exact results. I will be posting soon.