A.N./ This is a Mature Story for profanity and lemons.
Please do not read if you are under the age of majority in your country or residence.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Universe and its Characters belong to J.K. Rowling
HPOV
Not knowing what to expect next, Harry proceeded to inhale deep breathes of air. Gradually the scent surrounding him registered; cardamom, allspice, dragon scales, and leather. His heart began pounding harder than before as the realization struck him seconds before the hard lips assaulted his mouth. The taste of bittersweet licorice and the penetration of a soft agile tongue plundering into his mouth overwhelmed Harry's new found senses.
"Seeing how I spent my long weekend, seeking out and saving your porcelain white ass Mr. Potter. I believe I am owned compensation." The man above him exhaled into his ear.
A fluttering of fabric, a whispered spell, sudden moisture within his heat. Then the ominous voice purred. "I've decided to cash in right now."
Harry's thoughts escalated into panic. Jesus fucking Christ, fire breathing Merlin's beard! This is not happening! I have not been kidnapped and prepped for torture by Death Eaters only to be rescued and served on a silver platter to Severus Snape!
That man has been after my ass for five years. If only his very presence wasn't so enticing. Then maybe I could pretend that my body had absolutely no reaction to his presence.
AN/ Gimmie love (reviews) and I'll give it back with more chapters ;)