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Secrets of Midnight

- Chapter Two: Midnight Meeting -

I must not tell lies.

Harry wrote it down again. A whole page was already full of this one sentence.

I must not tell lies.

He looked at Umbridge. She was drinking tea; the kittens on the plates were joyfully playing behind her.

I must not tell lies.

His hand was aching with every word he wrote, but he couldn't care less.

I must not tell lies.

'Don't you dare lie to me again.' A voice said in his mind, making him fidget in his seat.

I must not tell lies.

'I told you not to lie to me.' How could he know he was lying? How was it possible that that man knew him so well?

I must not tell lies.

He looked at the scarf, which was now folded around his right hand, giving him strength to survive this terrible night. Just the rest if this night and it would be finally over. It was Friday night, the last day of his detention.

I must not tell lies.

The green scarf. A conversation from before arose in his mind, and suddenly he was back in the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione.

"What's that?" Ron pointed at the scarf from across the table.

"My hand was bleeding, so I put this around it." Harry lied.

"Let me see." Hermione, sitting next to Ron, grabbed his hand before he could do anything. "I've never seen this on you before. Look, there are initials on it: S S?" Harry's heart missed a beat. He hadn't noticed it before.

"I bought it a long time ago." He explained nonchalantly.

"Don't lie, Potter." A voice whispered behind him so quietly only he could hear it. Harry spilled his drink as he turned around as quickly as he could.

"Professor Snape." He stared at the man in front of him. Ron and Hermione remained in silence, however Hermione didn't let go of his hand.

"Perfect observation, as always." Snape looked at Harry, then at his scarf then back at Harry. Then he walked away.

"What the hell was that?" Ron groaned looking at the professor.

"I don't know." Responded Harry. 'But I want to find out.' He thought to himself.

Someone knocked on the door, dragging him back to the present.

I must not tell lies.

"Enter." Umbridge said, placing her cup gently down.

I must not tell lies.

He heard to door creek open.

I must n-

Snape.

"You wanted to see me, Dolores?" Severus looked at Umbridge then at Harry. He noticed the green scarf on his right and the badly bleeding wound on his left. He shook his head lightly and gave Harry a look, which said, 'You can't be serious.'

"Yes, Severus." She uttered the name as if she were talking about an infectious disease. "I want to know when you will be ready with the potion you are making for me."

The Veritaserum, Harry thought.

"Soon." Snape answered, slightly irritated. "Tomorrow, maybe. As I told you, it is quite a delicate and difficult potion to make. For it to be useful, you will have to wait a little bit, Dolores."

"Alright." Umbridge nodded and smiled at Snape. Harry felt the urge to vomit. Snape must have felt the same way as he raised an eyebrow.

"If you don't need me anymore, I'll leave. I see you have an important lesson to teach to Potter here." He smiled.

"Oh yes, you can leave." Umbridge waved towards the door, letting Snape go as if he were just a servant. That made Harry unnecessarily angry. He pinned the quill just a bit too hard to the paper. It broke with a nasty crack.

"Ah, excuse me, Professor." He murmured. Snape was looking at him and Harry was sure he knew exactly why that quill ended up broken.

"Don't worry Potter, I have another one." Umbridge smiled evilly and handed another quill to Harry. "Continue your work." She ordered while Snape closed the door behind him.

o.O.o

An hour later, Harry stepped out of form the room with a sigh. It was over. Finally, it was over.

He took a look at his hand; it was bleeding quite badly. He was sure that would leave a scar behind. He started walking down the corridors towards the Gryffindor tower. His thoughts were swirling, however around a dark man.

He turned around many corners and left behind several dark statues. He chose the longest way back to the tower; he needed some time to clear his mind. Suddenly a shadow in front of him seemed to move. He looked up and saw someone standing in the middle of the corridor.

"Follow me." Instructed the figure and Harry went after him without a single word this time.

He stepped into Snape's room several minutes later. "Sit." Came the order behind him as Snape walked to his desk and grabbed the bowl with the potion already made up in it. Harry's groin twitched. Not again. Not this.

He sat down on the couch and tried to relax, tried to think of something else, especially not the next few seconds when Snape would try to heal him again.

"Do you voluntarily sign up for detention, just to meet me afterwards?" Snape queried with his back on Harry.

"This was the last day of my one week detention, Sir." Harry said, hoping that maybe last night wouldn't repeat itself. After a few seconds, he spoke again.

"Sir, may I ask you something?"

"If I say no, will you shut up?" Severus responded, leaning against his desk facing Harry now.

"Probably not, Sir." Harry smiled.

Snape huffed, shaking his head. "Go on then, ask."

"The Veritaserum, Sir… It is ready, isn't it?" Harry pointed to the cauldron in the corner.

Severus smirked. For a second, Harry thought he wouldn't answer, but then he said, "So you noticed."

"But then why…?" Harry didn't need to explain what he meant, it was clear to both of them.

"Think Potter! That bitch insulted me. No one messes with me and gets away with it." Oh yes, Harry was sure of that.

"No one?" He asked cockily. What was with him?

Severus looked at him darkly as he started walking towards the couch Harry was sitting on. "No, Potter, no one." He knelt down in front of Harry again. "And believe me, you don't want to forget that."

There was something, Harry was sure he would never ever forget: the look in Snape's eyes. That hungry, determined look he saw right now was engraved in his memory forever.

"I won't, Sir." He said easily, although he wasn't even sure his voice would work.

"Good." Snape said then drank a bit from the potion. Harry knew exactly what was coming now but he didn't do anything to prevent it. "Give me your hand, Harry."

He reached out his hand. "Why are you calling me Harry?"

Severus took the hand in his and leant above it. "It is…" he said looking into Harry's wide open eyes, and then let the tip of his tongue slide along the injured skin. "… your name after all, or am I mistaken?" He whispered gently, licking Harry's wound again.

Harry felt his erection harden and he wasn't able to answer. Hearing his name from those lips, felt much more arousing than it should. Actually, it shouldn't even have any effect on him but he felt his heart already beating franticly.

As Snape's lips moved over his skin, suddenly, his right hand started moving on its own. He slid his fingers into Snape's long, black hair.

He heard a groan and this time, it wasn't his.

Severus felt the finger's in his hair, gripping him firmly, pressing him down on Harry's hand. He opened his mouth and his tongue went along the injury again. Then he lightly sucked the skin in, which made the boy moan. He continued harder, pressing his tongue deeper in, sucking wilder and he couldn't believe it when he heard the boy's fervent gasps. So you like it hard, he thought to himself before his hand slithered on Harry's thigh, lightly caressing the boy.

Harry dropped his head on the couch, his shoulders tensing back, his back arching away from the couch, trying to get as close to Snape as he could. He knew his erection was clearly visible and Snape would have to be blind not to notice it.

He looked down, eyes wide open from excitement, and his gaze met with Snape's. The man was smirking, the evil grin on his face told Harry that this was most likely the end; he was reckless, he let himself do too much and now he was about to pay the price.

Snape's left hand slid to Harry's hand in his hair and grabbed it firmly, pulling it down. He placed the hand on the couch and tried to unknot the scarf on it. Within less than a minute the green cloth was bathed in the potion, while Severus gave tiny but very luscious kisses on Harry's hand, moving lower. His lips weren't caressing Harry's wound anymore, but lower, his fingers.

When Snape reached the tip of his fingers Harry thought, it was finally over, his electrifying torture had ended but no, Severus had something else in mind. His mouth opened and he took Harry's middle finger into his mouth, his hot, wet tongue sliding over it, teeth scratching it lightly. Snape then slid the finger deeper into his mouth and started sucking it. Harry didn't understand how such cold eyes could radiate so much heat and make him burn with an invisible fire.

Severus took the finger out of his mouth and turned Harry's hand with a swift, slightly painful move, which made the boy gasp in pleasure. He held Harry's palm firmly, not giving him a chance to get away while his right hand grabbed the arm of the pullover Harry was wearing and pushed it up, creating new areas to explore.

Harry couldn't do anything else besides gasp and groan as he felt the raspy tongue sliding up and over his arm, raw, forceful teeth dashing into his skin, and soft, tender lips kissing goodbye to the pain. His legs opened up, giving a place for Snape's hips to press against him. He felt again a hand on his thigh moving excruciatingly slowly towards his aching erection but not touching it yet.

Severus crept upwards until he reached Harry's bare neck then his ear. Driving the tip of his tongue along the shell of Harry's ear, he whispered roughly to the boy.

"You seem to be on the edge, Potter."

Only a harsh moan came from Harry as a reply. Severus seemed to like it.

"Although I have done nothing to you yet…"

NOTHING? Harry's mind screamed through the thick fog. Was that nothing to Snape? He almost came just from his voice a second ago.

Suddenly he felt much more colder and he realized it was because Snape leant back. His eyes shot open and he saw Snape twisting the unnecessary wetness out of the scarf. He made a nice bandage around Harry's hand just as he had done yesterday. Harry was in a sort of shock as he watched Snape's fingers moving on his hand without the slightest of erotic indication.

That's not fair. That's just so fucking not fair…

Without a word Snape stood up and placed the potion back on the shelf.

"Shall we go? I need to get back to patrolling." And with that, Severus was out of the room.

Harry was still stunned but he followed his professor anyway. He felt like this was the calmness before the storm and after this, he wasn't sure he wanted to see what would happened when the storm came. He closed the door behind him and rushed quietly after Snape.

They walked two steps apart from each other. Harry didn't dare to speak, he wasn't sure about anything anymore. After his hand slid into Snape's hair, he thought he was about to die. But he didn't and his evil professor only became a slightly more fervent with his movements, sucking, kissing him until his mind became some fluid miasma in his head. And then, just like that, he stopped. What the hell was going on? Harry didn't understand it. But he had the slightest idea that he was only played with. And he didn't like it at all.

Snape turned right on the next corner and Harry knew they had reached the Fat Lady.

They stopped in front of the picture and Harry said the password. The painting moved away and Harry turned towards Snape.

"Well, thanks… for everything, Sir."

"Don't be so grateful, I barely gave you anything." Severus sneered at him. "Maybe next time."

"There won't be a next time, Professor." Harry said lightly.

"I know you," Snape huffed turning away. "There definitely will be a next time. 'Night, Potter." He said walking away.

"Professor Snape?" Harry asked with a smile.

Snape didn't say anything, didn't even turn around, he just stopped dead indicating he was listening to him. That was all Harry needed.

He snuck up to Snape, silently as possible and he knew he managed to surprise him as he felt Snape tense against him when he pressed their bodies together and slid his hands under Snape's arms. One slithered over Snape's chest and grabbed into his clothes the other wandered downwards. Fuck playing around.

"You do realize you make me hard every night, don't you?" Harry whispered teasingly into the other man's ear driving his fingers firmly over Snape's groin. He was surprised to feel that he wasn't the only one hiding an enormous, hard erection. "Sweet dreams, Severus." Harry chuckled.

Severus turned around just in time to see the painting close.

He was smiling evilly.

"This is not the end, Potter." He murmured, walking away.

TBC

End Notes:

The idea of healing by licking a scar came from the lovely Laurell K. Hamilton, just saying.

There's something I wanna ask. I read HP in Hungarian (as I'm a Hungarian) and there were several changes in the names, like Severus Snape became Perselus Piton and Hogwarts became Roxfort, Gryffindor-Griffendél, Slytherin-Mardekár and so on. I'm just curious if other translations also made these changes or not. I understand why they did some of them (for example when people have 'talking names' or what - Cornelius Fudge became Cornelius Karamell and 'karamell' means 'fudge' in Hungarian), but some changes are just really meaningless and stupid...My "favorite" is when they changed 'Mirror of Erised' to 'Mirror of Edevis'. 'Erised' is at least 'desire' backwards but 'edevis' means nothing as far as I know... xD It's just weird. Not to mention the translators sometimes cut out things from the book. Like there are missing lines. (I realized this while reading the books in English.) I'm quite honestly shocked by this.

Anyway, you know very well how much writers appreciate every comment they get. I do appreciate them as well, so feel free to write to me :) "Every word opens a new gate."