! Warning !
So somehow I guess I wasn't clear (cause I got a very interesting review the other day.) So just to be very very clear:
***This is a story about 2 guys who want to kiss, make-out, cuddle, and "possibly" have sex. THIS IS A SLASH PIECE... The 2 guys in this story are HARRY POTTER and SEVERUS SNAPE. (K you really have been warned. Can't say I didn't make it clear. lol )***
This chapter heads into dark territory...FYI
Just A Kiss
PREVIOUSLY:
Thinking he misheard Harry asked for clarification. "What did you say?"
Without an ounce of emotion, he repeated the most hated word in all of the wizarding world, "Voldemort."
Stunned, Harry parroted, "Voldemort?"
Unable to face the revulsion he knew Harry felt, he solemnly replied, "Yes."
"Why?"
How many times have I asked myself that same question. How many nights have I lain awake and asked," Why? Why me?"
Trying to cage the loathing and self-hatred that always emerged when he was forced to recall or reminded of that fateful night, Snape spat his toxic reply. "I had no choice."
Chapter 4: Miles to go before I sleep...
Twenty-one years ago...
Severus shivered in the brisk night air as he waited. Lucius had told him to be dressed, prepared, and waiting for him by the lake at midnight. It had taken weeks, but Luc had found a way for them to sneak away for the ceremony tonight. Tonight he was going to join the noble ranks of the Death Eaters and take his place on the side of The Dark Lord. He finally felt that things were looking up in his life, that by becoming a Death Eater he wouldn't be alone anymore.
Severus had been miserable over the last two year at Hogwarts. Day by day Lily drifted away from him until, mid-term last year, James Potter had finally twisted Lily's loyalty to him. The one person who he bared his soul, confided his darkest fears and brightest hopes to had betrayed him. In a fit of rage he had spouted the one word he never thought would pass his lips: mudblood. If Lily hadn't already turned against him, saying that surely would have. As it was she slapped him and spouted off a string of vile and vicious things in retaliation. He tried to apologize to her, he didn't mean to say it, he was of mixed parentage himself, but she wouldn't listen.
Suffering in silence, with only his potions and Dark Arts books for confort, Severus had become even more of a loner over the course of his 6th year. That is until Lucius. The tall and handsom Malfoy heir had somehow managed to wedge his way into being Severus' friend. He was still weary of opening himself up too much, but being with Luc gave him hope.
Obviously someone wants to spend time with me, maybe even...be..with me, Sev pondered.
Jolted out of his revelry, Severus turned towards the sound of the rustling of robes.
The sight of Lucius always stole his breath away. He had decided to let his white gold hair grow long this last year. It now fell down to his shoulders giving the air of a prince from a fairy story.
A very sexy prince...mmm.
Quickly closing the distance between them Luc's seductive voice caressed him,"Are you ready Sev? This will be your first steps into becoming one of the most powerful wizards of our generation. Not only that, but we'll always be together, like family." Pulling the emotionally starved boy into him arms, Luc gave Sev a kiss on the cheek, then softly cupped his hands over Sev's pale face. Luc whispered, "I can't for wait us to be family Sev."
With slightly unfocused eyes Severus sighed, "Me either" as the boy grabbed the portkey.
"Omf," mumbled Sev.
He still loathed the feeling that he got after using a portkey. He couldn't wait till he was allowed to Apparate everywhere or fly. (Which was something he had only heard the strongest of wizards could do.)
Realizing he had become distracted Severus looked up to find Lucius.
"Luc?" Severus looked around him only to find himself alone in a extraordinarily dense woods. "Luc? Where..where are you? We're going to be late for the ceremony."
"No you won't," softly slithered a voice from the darkness. "You are precisely on time."
The tall, well toned body of the Dark Lord stalked towards him. "Severus, I am so looking forward to having you join the ranks of my "little family."
Something felt wrong.
Where is Luc? Where is anyone? Get a hold of yourself Sev, this is the Dark Lord. This might just be part of the ritual. Show him that you are worthy.
Slightly stuttering Sev replied," Ye..Yes my Lord. I would be honored to be admitted into your service."
"Yess, I think you will make a most complimentary addition to my Death Eaters and you should feel honored at the chance to enter my service," Voldemort hissed with a smirk as he circled the young raven haired boy like a shark going in for the kill.
Severus felt a thrill of dread crawl up him spine.
The way he said service...it..it sounded almost...sexual? No he can't mean that. He's the Dark Lord, he's here to take care of me. Like a father would. Protect me...not...have his way with me.
No sooner had the thought flit through his head than he heard a sinister whisper waft through the air. "Silencio."
Severus' eyes went wide. A fraction of a second later came a glee filled "Mobilicorpus," lifting the lanky frame of the boy into the air and then none to gently placing him on the ground.
"Catenius," a breezy voice sounded.
Sev tried to struggle as manacles appeared from the ground, locking him down.
Oh gods! What is he doing? What is he doing? No...oh Merlin!
"I can just taste the fear rolling off of you Severus. It's quite delectable." Voldemort cooed into Sev's ear.
A warm, wet tongue traced his jaw. Thin lips sucked their way down his neck. Hands roamed his body. Fondling his...
Oh Gods...he can't. This isn't how I wanted it to be...
"Severus, Severus, Severus. You should be grateful to me really," Voldemort taunted as he stroked the front of Sev's trousers.
"Who but me would ever want you like this?" The icy hands wrapping around his limp genitals, coaxing it into erection.
"You are not handsome." Sev struggled to fight his biological response.
"No, you are tall and lanky. No, you are no beauty. You are twisted and broken. Who could ever want someone like you in their bed? You should be ever so grateful you're getting this at all."
Tears poured down Severus face as his body betrayed him.
"You must not hate this as much as you're pretending. If you did, you wouldn't have just come." Voldemort laughed .
The rest of the night moved as if Sev was trapped in a neverending nightmare. Snippets of time registered.
Violently trembling. Naked on the ground.
Hot breath. Hands. Heavy weight pressing him deeper into the soil. Crushing him.
Pain.
Silently screaming.
Feeling like he was being pierced in two. Feeling like he was going to die. Feeling so dirty that no spell no cleanser could ever wash away the shame.
. A single cry.
Something hot, liquid covering him...in him.
Then nothing...nothing but darkness.
The Present
"I had no choice." Severus spat as he absently rubbed his Dark Mark. He had awoken from that horrible night alone in his dormitory with the magical tattoo on his wrist. He knew he could never escape. He knew a piece of him died that night. That he was destined to always be alone.
Harry stood frozen.
No. No! His mind screamed. He was ra...
White hot rage filled every molecule in his body. He had never wanted to kill someone more in his life. How had he gone all these years working as a spy, seeing his attacker's face, talking to him?
He would kill Voldemort if it was the last thing he ever did. Not for the world, not because it was the "right" thing to do, but because of what he did to the fractured soul before him.
Severus Snape is the bravest man I have ever known. No wonder...no wonder.
Take a deep breath to calm himself, Harry then slowly moved closer towards the mantle. "I'm so sorry Sev. I'm so very, very sorry," said as he softly placed his hand on hunched shoulders.
Fleeing from the simple touch,Snape turned. "Now you see. Now you understand. I'm not worthy. You wouldn't want to sully yourself with someone, something as disgusting and unclean as myself."
Refusing to let this broken and beautiful man go, Harry lovingly settled his small hands onto Severus' cheeks. "No Sev, I'm the one who's not worthy. You..you've...to open yourself up to me is truly a gift. I would truly be honored if you took me to your bed."
Tears flowed down Severus' face. Fingers brushed them away.
No one he had told had ever wanted to touch him afterwards.
Here is Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, wiping away my tears. Telling me he'd be honored? That...
"You still want me?" timidly inquired the potions master.
"Yes, how could I not? I think I want you more now that I know." Harry gently pulled Severus into a chaste kiss.
The broken part of his soul finally felt like it was whole again.
"Harry. *Kiss* Harry." His name became a mantra. Lifting the small boy into his arms once more, they headed towards the bedroom.
To Be Continued...
A/N: Seriously, thanks to every one who had continued to read my story! I'm learning with every chapter. I really appreciate any feedback shot my way.
-Catenius is a spell I created. It comes from the Latin word "catena" meaning chains.
