I have survived! The writer in King Kong is hot, that's all the author commentary I have right now.
"I think you might need to explain this Harry," Hermione said, her eyes wide.
He really didn't want to tell his friends that he had to fuck the Potions Master. Ron isn't going to take it well at all. "Basically we're married."
"But that means you have to…" Hermione paled dramatically and looked a little sick. "You have to…"
"He's has to what?" Ron asked looking from Harry to Hermione and back.
"I have to have sex with him or I'll loose my bits," Harry sighed bluntly.
Rons' eyes were bulging out of his head and his jaw was practically on the floor. "But, but, but…you don't even like men."
"Umm, actually, I sort of do."
"But I showered with you! I changed in front of you! Uggg!" Ron shouted pissing Harry off. "God, we too a piss in the same room!"
"RON! Just because I'm gay doesn't make me a rapist! How could I ever be attracted to my best mate? Actually, if you were my best mate you wouldn't think I'd fucking rape you! I know it bloody well feels like to be on the reciving end of it! I would never do that to another being! EVER!" WIth that Harry stormed out of the room.
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Harry returned to Severus' rooms on time and was surprised to find Severus sprawled across the couch reading a rather thick book. The fire reflected off his pale skin giving his a golden hue, softening his appearance and making him look younger, and to Harrys' surprise very handsome. Those onyx eyes shot up and locked on him, making him gasp slightly under the intensity of the gaze, the fight with his friends completely forgotten.
"You seem to be on time for the first time in your life," Severus smirked, dog-earing his book and setting it on the end table. "Classroom, now," he ordered and Harry quickly made his way to the lab so as not to encore the potions masters' wrath. "Page 125, make that potion."
Nodding Harry looked at the potion and gathered the ingredients, checking the instructions once more he began to dice his beetles then crush his ginger root.
Rolling his eyes Severus stalked over to the table and stood behind Harry. "You're supposed to chop the beetles Potter." Taking Harrys' hand with the knife in it, he began to demonstrate how to do it properly.
Halfway through the beetles Harry and Severus both realized that Severus was pressed flush against Harrys' back, he groin nestled against the teens' ass. Then more quickly the noticed how perfectly they fit together. Blushing, Harry didn't move away and neither did Severus. As if something else was controlling them, them moved closer, until Harry let go of the knife and turned in the raven-haired mans' arms, their faces only inches apart.
The bond sent a rush of desire through their systems making both of them gasp. By impulse, Severus closed the space between them and captured Harrys' lips in a passionate, but hesitant, clumsy kiss.
Swiping his tongue over the teens' lips Severus was immediately granted entrance to the hot cavern. Thrusting his tongue in, Harrys' hesitantly met his and he marveled in how innocent the teen really was, then it hit him, 'I'm kissing Potter.' Severus yanked back as if burned, quickly taking a few steps back. Clearing his throat he began to speak even though his voice was not yet back to normal, "use the blade of your knife to crush the root, it needs to be porous with most of the juice still remaining inside."
Still in a lust-induced haze, Harry just blinked at the Potions Master like he was speaking Troll. 'I was just snogged by the Potions Professor, and liked it,' that was enough of shock to snap him out of his stupor and back into reality. Quickly he did what Severus had told him then finished chopping the beetles.
Several moments later, Severus made his way to the safe side of the table and inspected the potion. "Potter, for the first time in your life you have actually created a perfect potion. Bottle it and place it in that box with the others to go to Madame Pomfrey."
Beaming, Harry did as he was instructed. He was so ecstatic that he had actually made a perfect potion that he began to purr. A soft rolling sound that swept over Severus much like his voice did over Harry, adding fire to the flicker of desire he felt for the half-human. Not quite ready for a repeat, he returned to their rooms and his position before Harry had returned from his friends.
Yawning Harry followed behind Severus and when the man lay down on the couch, he laid down on top of him, curled into a slight ball, purring contently.
"Potter get off…" Severus began and quickly realized that Harry had fallen asleep. Sighing, he hated to admit it, but he enjoyed the slight weight of Harry resting on him, it almost made him feel…loved. He quickly shook off the idea, no one could love him, soul mate or not, it was impossible.
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Dumbledor entered the rooms to see how Harry was doing and was mildly surprised by the sight before him. Severus was laying on the couch, fast asleep, book in hand, not an uncommon position to find him in, but this time, Harry was laying on his chest purring lightly, sound asleep.
Eyes twinkling madly, he conjured a blanket and laid it across the sleeping pair. Severus moved slightly, slipping his arms around the teens' waist but didn't wake up. Purring louder, Harry snuggled closer to Severus, nuzzling the mans' chest. 'They don't even realize how perfect they are for each other,' he thought before leaving the rooms, shaking his head.
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Tell me what you think of this new writing technique I have. Is it better than the last one where it was mostly dialog?