Chapter 8
Severus's core is ablaze as he continuously thrusts into the body that lays beneath him. Lustful fulfillment seeps across his face as sexual stimulation tingles throughout every crevice of his body. He is so close…only a few more thrusts into the tightly warm cavern until he reaches release.
He presses Harry harder against the mattress as he sensually pounds into him. Gasps and moans of pleasure leave the boy's plump pink lips as Severus fills him. They keep eye contact throughout the entire intimate act, never once breaking it. When he is at the edge of climaxing, Severus leans forward, capturing Harry's lips. As the boy moans into him, Severus pushes his tongue past Harry's parted lips. He intertwines his tongue with the other as he expertly explores the boys mouth. Mouths still eagerly pressed together, Severus gives one last thrust into Harry before exploding within him, his shuddering sending tremors throughout his entire body.
Grunting as he pumps his hips into the mattress beneath him, Severus reaches his climax. Sweat covered but deeply relaxed, he turns onto his back, catching his breath. All of his dreams during the night revolved around his new charge that rests right down the small hallway. He should feel ashamed about getting off on his once student, but at the moment, he can only bask in the aftereffects of the extremely vivid dream. He can't help but become eager for the upcoming consummation with Potter. Though, whenever his Lord requires that, is still however, unknown.
As the Potions Master slowly comes down from his high, he hears shuffling beyond his closed bedroom door. Instinct taking over, he hastily grabs his wand and cleans the wet residue on his boxers as he makes his way out of bed and quietly to his door. Opening it slightly, he peers out. At first glance, he notices the candles hung throughout the hallway are lit. Opening the door ever more slightly, he slowly walks into the vacant hallway, wand still outstretched in hand. Just as he takes another step forward, a crashing sound breaks the silence.
Severus quickly strides to where the noise emanates from. As he hastily reaches the small kitchen, he runs into the table, hitting his toes hard against its leg. Swearing under his breath, he takes a step back, clutching the pain stricken toe.
A startled voice speaks. "Are you alright, Severus?"
Harry stands near an open cabinet, his back halfway bent over in order to retrieve the pan that had loudly crashed to the floor. Innocent, uncertain wide eyes stare at him in utter surprise. His shoulder length hair is untidy and ruffled from sleep, but a new set of robes that Severus supplied him with, rests over his body. Taking in Potter's appearance, Severus looks down at himself. Signing at the realization he is clad in only his underwear, he grunts in reply before turning back to his room to change into more appropriate attire. He couldn't help but think, This is going to be a long day…
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Remus Lupin paces in his cell. None of his other counterparts reside in it with him. He is placed alone, across from the other lined cells that contain the remainder of his comrades. The only explanation he has come up with concerning his isolation is that the full moon is approaching. Voldemort seems to think it unwise for arbitrary blood loss that is not caused by his own hands.
"Lupin, stop pacing. You're going to burn a hole through the ground."
Remus takes a few steps to the bars that keep him prisoner. He grasps them as he peers out into the darkness, just barely making out the silhouette of Neville. The boy has grown considerably fast over the last five years. War does that to people.
"Sorry. I thought you all were asleep." He whispers back, not wanting to attract the guards attention or wake his comrades.
Lupin hears a sigh before Neville's softly speaks again. "I was… on and off." He pauses before continuing. "I- I just can't stop thinking about Harry. What do you think is happening to him?"
This whole time in captivity, the werewolf's focus has solely been on getting out of the cells and what had happened to their leader. Hearing Neville bring to surface his same worry seemed to make their situation even more dire.
Without voicing his suspicions that Harry may very well be dead, Lupin replied. "I could not possibly tell you."
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Harry spends the day fulfilling the list of chores his 'Master' has given him. Except for the scrubbing and clanking sounds from cleaning, silence accompanied him throughout the day. After sitting down with Severus for breakfast, he had yet run into him. Must be working in his lab, Harry thought. It seems unfortunate that the one area Harry is restricted from entering is precisely where Severus spends most of his time. Yes, the boy has not fully accepted his role in this new world, but he can't help but to miss the company of another, even if it happened to be his older Potions Professor.
Shaking away the eagerness of seeing his captor, Harry walks over to a large canvas mounted on the stone wall. The painting has many shades of greens and blues swirling and blending with one another, capturing the essence of a spring valley. The soft, green rolling hills are touched by the pure light sky. It makes him miss the outdoors, his rebel camp that has now been burned down to ashes.
Lost in dreaming of simpler times before Voldemort had risen and taken power, Harry is unaware of the dark figure observing him from behind. Severus stands in the shadows, his back pressed against the far wall of the living room. He is quiet, appreciating the contours of the Gryffindor's back, the sway of his hips as he unintentionally shifts his weight.
Pure instinct overcoming him, Severus moves forward. Still unnoticed, he stands next to Harry, eyeing the painting that was a birthday gift from the Malfoy's. The two wizards are close to one another, neither speaking. As Harry feels warmth radiating near his left side, he turns, accidently brushing his hand against Severus's. His breath catches as his skin tingles from the contact. For a moment, he looks up into Severus's face. And for a fleeting second, he makes out a reassuring glint flash in the Potions Master's eyes.
Though he is deemed Severus's property, the Death Eater has yet done anything to suggest malicious intent. Maybe, I can learn to trust him, Harry thinks, before giving his old Professor a small smile.
