WARNINGS: Past Lucius/Severus, mention of Harry/Cho (ewww) a tiny bit of messed up BDSM and a bit more light (however still quite messed up) BDSM, mainly focusing on the bondage, dominant/submissive thing but I'm seriously saying DO NOT EXPECT MUCH as I said BDSM frightens me as I do not fully understand it yet and then I get all awkward and giggly and DEAR MERLIN I MESSED IT ALL UP. But go ahead and read it, maybe you will like it.
Editing done by suppper amazing Sexy. Lil. Emo. Darling, I love you so much. A million thanks for your help with this story!
Okay then, I hope you will enjoy this chapter and you won't find it boring but cute and cuddly and squishy and and angsty a bit too and then hot and sexy and ah you know the deal.
Just... read it.
Secrets of Midnight
- Chapter Seven: Eventide Envy -
Harry sat on his bed pulling on his socks before going down for breakfast. Suddenly he heard a light knock on the window, he turned towards it just to see his beloved bird, knocking with her beak asking for a way in. Harry got down from the bed quickly and rushed to the window to let her in.
The box on Hedwig's leg was so small that Harry did not even realize the bird was carrying something until Hedwig held up her leg to him and squeaked. Harry unfolded the silvery string that held the little present to her and put it on his bed. He wanted to give something edible to Hedwig as a reward before letting her back out into the cold February morning.
He found some owl titbit in his drawer and gave them to Hedwig, who pecked his finger kindly in return. Harry stroked her a few times, as he walked back to the open window. He looked out and admired the still snowy grounds, his hand automatically caressing the beautiful owl.
Hedwig squealed again then leaped out of the window, spreading her wings widely and flew away towards the Forest, probably for a hunt before she retired for the day.
Harry closed the window and went back to his bed, shivering from the cold air. He sat down and took the mysterious box in his hands. It was wrapped in fine dark green paper with the same silvery string that attached it to Hedwig's leg. He turned the small present around a few times but did not come across any sign that would suggest who had sent it to him, though he had a guess.
Carefully he opened the string and the green wrapping, and slid out whatever was in the paper. A black box, half the size of his palm, fell into his lap. He held it up cautiously, looking for any clue about the sender of the small package. He still did not find anything so he opened it up.
A surprised gasp escaped his mouth as he first laid eyes upon the object in the box. He knew exactly what it was, though he had never seen anything like it before. There was a folded letter beneath it, he took it out and read it.
Wear this every time you come to me, and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and your punishment will be severe, said the little piece of paper. Harry recognized the small letters right away, though after he saw the present, the identity of the sender was not really a question anymore.
He smiled as he turned it in his hands, his cock stirring in his pants as he thought about what might happen tomorrow night when he could visit Severus again.
A loud knock came from the door and he hid the present with the box under his blanket.
"Yeah?" He shouted towards the door, taking his sock in his hands, pulling it on his foot. He wondered whom it might be, his roommates never knocked.
"Morning Harry," Hermione stepped into the room, smiling at him. "Cho asked me to give you this." She said with an arched eyebrow and held out another letter towards him.
He took it and opened it up immediately and read through it.
"She wants to meet me." He summed it up, looking surprised at Hermione. "What does she want?"
"She didn't say. She just asked me to give this to you when we meet."
"Maybe it's something about the DA…" Harry wondered aloud.
"Maybe," Hermione said, though she did not mean it, she knew Cho had fancied Harry for some time. "Will you tell about this to Snape?"
"What? No," Harry said surprised. "I mean, I don't know, should I?"
"Where will you two meet?" She asked as she sat down next to Harry on the bed.
"At the Quidditch field," Harry checked in the letter.
"What if he sees the two of you? Don't you think, he will…"
"Hermione, it's not like I'm going there to secretly snog with her, we're just going to talk, more likely."
"Okay, I just think it would be better to…"
"To what? Go to him and tell him, hey Severus, I'm meeting with a girl tonight but don't worry, I'm not going to have sex with her? Hermione, this would make me suspicious…"
"All right," Hermione laughed. "But you should know she likes you." She said hesitantly.
"I know." Harry answered with a sigh. When he noticed Hermione's questioning look he went on. "She kissed me a few months ago."
"What?" The girl cried out. "When?"
"After the last DA meeting before Christmas." Harry said sheepishly.
"But Harry…" Hermione started counting in her head. "Oh god Harry, by that time you and Snape were already involved."
"I know." Harry said and forgoing the girl's next question, he went on, "And I didn't tell him."
"Harry!" Hermione cried up, looking at him as McGonagall does before giving him extra homework for not doing better during lessons.
"I know!" Harry repeated desperately. "But you know him, he would kill Cho for that, ruin her. She didn't do anything, we talked about Cedric, she started crying, and then she suddenly kissed me. I told her, it's not going to work, she apologized and ran off. That was all and it wasn't even a proper kiss."
"Harry, you're in big trouble." Hermione said and Harry knew she was right.
"He won't know about it, and it didn't mean anything. Why make him upset, right?"
"You're not serious, are you? He will know, and when he finds out, you will be in big trouble."
"But I didn't do anything, I didn't even know what was happening, and when I realized it, I pushed her away. And it's not like Cho would go to him and brag about kissing Harry Potter…"
"He's your… boyfriend or whatever so I can't tell you what to do, but if I were you, I'd-"
Harry had to laugh at the phrasing the girl used. Severus Snape, twice Harry's age, and his teacher; it did not seem quite right to call him 'boyfriend'.
"Hermione, I appreciate the concern, but it's all right."
"Well, let's hope. I don't want to have more homework because you two have a quarrel and he suddenly gets mad at every living soul." She said, raising an eyebrow.
"He would do that, wouldn't he?" Harry laughed and that made her smile too.
"What's this?" She asked a few seconds later, noticing the green wrapping paper at Harry's leg.
"Oh… that's…" Harry started hesitantly.
"It's from him, right?" Hermione smiled gently.
"Yes." Harry breathed, fishing out the little black box from under his blanket. "He just sent me this."
"Is it for Valentine's day?" Hermione asked.
"Oh right, that's tomorrow. I don't know, probably." Harry said and felt silly that he didn't think about that before. He just realized Severus timed their next Occlumency lesson on Valentine's Day and it made his heart flutter.
"What's in it?" Hermione asked curious.
Harry grinned as he answered. "Are you sure you want to know?"
The girl hesitated before nodding slightly and Harry lifted the upper part of the box.
"Is that…" Hermione stuttered with wide eyes, blushing madly. "Harry is that a… ring?"
Harry's smirk widened. "A cock ring, to be precise."
o.O.o
Harry walked on the grounds after his horrible DADA lesson. Words could not describe how much he hated Umbridge and the lessons she was teaching. Well, if you could call reading from an old book teaching.
Darkness fell soon as they were still in winter however, it was not as bad now that spring was on the verge. He was kicking the snow as he walked to the meeting place with Cho. His shoes got wet after a few steps in the white snow, even the edge of his jeans was darker from the wetness but he did not mind.
He thought about the cock ring that lay hidden in his drawer at the moment. He could not wait to put it on and visit Severus the next day. He wondered what the man would do with him, what kind of kinky play was in his mind this time.
He felt a bit ashamed that their lessons, the real reason Harry was visiting him, was not going as planned. Occlumency was tiresome and hard, especially with Severus doing it. Harry knew he should have been closing out the man from his mind and he even tried it, doing his best.
During their first lesson, Harry let Severs in on purpose, recalled their heated encounters, secret meetings and stolen kisses and made sure Severus sees them too the way Harry had lived them. Nevertheless, things did not happen as he hoped for. Though Severus got aroused, he was also mad with Harry for not trying harder. He made Harry promise that he would do his best, try everything he can to improve in Occlumency and manage to end his dreams about Voldemort.
Harry tried and tried day after day to close out the visions of Voldemort but a part of him was so curious about that door he always dreamt of, and about what Voldemort would do next that he was afraid this was the real reason why he always failed in Occlumency not his lack of focus as Severus thought.
"Harry?" A timid voice spoke in front of him and only then did he realize, he was already walking on the Quidditch grounds. He looked around and the sudden pain that slashed in his heart made his face frown with hatred.
"You miss it badly, don't you?" Cho asked as she walked up to him.
"Yeah…" Harry mumbled, looking towards the rings one more time. He shook himself and looked at the girl, who once again had red eyes, most probably from crying. "So what did you want to talk about?"
"Will you go to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" The girl asked him shyly.
"Yeah, I will."
"Could we… could we meet there?"
Harry was surprised by the question as he thought he made it clear for Cho that he was not interested in her at all.
"I don't… think that's a good idea." Harry said, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry for… for what I did to you before the winter break. It wasn't fair." Cho said, blushing. "I mean, kissing you. I didn't mean to… I don't know what hit me…"
Nargles… Harry thought to himself, smiling inside.
"Look it's okay, let's just forget it." Harry smiled at the girl.
"Harry… the reason I wanted to meet you… It's not because of us…" Cho said, looking away from the boy. Harry felt relieved for a second. He looked at Cho reassuring her to go on, he was curious now. "I want to hear… no I need to hear what happened to him…"
Cedric. She wanted to know more of Cedric's death. Sudden cold gripped Harry's heart as he thought of the boy.
"You know what happened." He said coldly, though he did not intend it to sound so harsh.
"I know only the rumours." Cho said, already in tears.
"Oh god, sorry, I didn't mean it." Harry groaned, already knowing he would meet Cho tomorrow.
"I know it's hard for you, and I hate to ask you this…" Cho sobbed. "But I think that's the only way for me to close it…"
"All right," Harry said, patting Cho on the shoulder. If he can do something to help at least one person to have a good night sleep without Cedric's death hovering in their nightmares, he would do it.
"You don't have to…" Cho whimpered, her voice cracked from crying but full of gratefulness.
"It's all right, we'll talk tomorrow." Harry said determined.
Suddenly Cho vehemently started crying again and threw herself in Harry's arm, leaning her head on the boy's shoulder.
"Thank you, thank you so much Harry!" She murmured between sobs.
Harry, not knowing, what he should do, patted the girl on the back again and let her cry.
Neither of them noticed the dark figure standing at the edge of the field, looking right at them with his fists clenched tightly.
o.O.o
"Did you really have a date with Cho Chang?" Ginny asked him on Monday morning while they were having breakfast.
"Wha-?! Where the hell did you get that?" Harry snorted, shoving his mug so hard on the table, half of his coffee gushed out.
"Roger told me he saw the two of you on Saturday at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop," Ginny looked at him surprised. "From your reaction I guess it's not true."
"We were there but it wasn't a date, we just had coffee!" Harry whined desperately. If Severus heard this rumour, he would be in big trouble that was sure.
"Just had coffee? At Madam Puddifoot's? On Valentine's Day?" Ginny asked with a raised eyebrow, smiling while shoving eggs into her mouth. "That sounds like a date to me."
"But it wasn't, all right? And I would appreciate if you didn't mention this to anyone. Anyone." Harry gave her a serious look. The girl did not seem to believe him.
"I don't know why you are so upset, Cho is a nice girl." Ginny said casually. "Okay, she's the chaser of-"
"Ginny, I'm upset because it is not true!" Harry cut in her words. "She was asking me about Cedric, okay. It wasn't a date." He whispered.
Ginny seemed taken aback. "Oh…" She said quietly.
"Yes…" Harry murmured as he stood up quickly. He had to find Severus. "Shit," he groaned, drinking the remnants of his coffee in one go, before hurrying out of the Great Hall.
This weekend was terrible and it seemed to him that the unfortunate events were not even close to coming to an end.
On Friday night after he got back from his meeting with Cho, a big brown owl brought him a letter. Upon opening the little parchment, he realized it was from Severus and it said that their Occlumency lesson for next day was cancelled. He felt really disappointed.
The next day went on with the same bitter mood. His meeting with Cho could not be described as happy either, as the girl was almost crying from the moment they sat down in the teashop and started talking about Cedric. Everyone around them eyed Harry for making the girl cry and it did not help that Davis and his blonde girlfriend were passionately snogging right next to them. Talking about Cedric's death was not easy for Harry but he really wanted to help Cho; the girl looked miserable with her eyes always sore from crying.
The interview with Rita Skeeter cheered him up a bit, it gave him an opportunity to tell everyone what had happened, to open their eyes, however the things he had to tell her made his head dizzy and his heart ache with bitter pain.
He waited during the whole weekend for an owl to bring him a piece of parchment with Severus' unique handwriting but no bird arrived, not even Hedwig. He was sad that they could not meet on Valentine's Day, as he looked forward to wear the ring Severus gave him.
But, at least today he could be sure they would meet. He had double Potions. He smirked inside as he thought about how he would wear the cock ring during Potions. He was sure Severs would notice his aroused condition since nothing eluded the man's attention, especially when it came to Harry.
He still had a few minutes before History of Magic; he decided to roam the corridors in hope of bumping accidently into Snape though he didn't know if the man had any lessons or would be in his quarters. Hogwarts was huge so his chances were tiny, specifically that he was not anywhere near the dungeons Severus usually dwelled. Therefore, he was even more surprised when looking up he saw a tall dark man coming towards him.
He looked around but they were alone on the corridor, so he smiled at Severus. To his surprise the man did not even look at him, he was resolutely staring somewhere behind Harry. When they came closer, Harry greeted the man.
"Good Morning, Professor Snape." He said and stopped in front of the man so that even if Severus was deep in thought he would still have to notice him.
The dark glance turned towards him and an evil sneer appeared on Severus' face.
"Get out of my way, Potter." Severus groaned, pushing him slightly sideways as he walked past Harry.
He knows, Harry thought to himself while he listened to the retreating footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. He was sure Severus heard the rumours about him and Cho and that was why he was acting this way. It must have been the reason. It could not be just a coincidence.
Harry knew he should run after Severus but he felt his legs were made out of marble. He could not move as Hermione's words echoed in his mind. He was in a big trouble, indeed.
o.O.o
Harry missed his History of Magic class; he was wandering on the endless corridors not paying attention where his feet took him. His Potions lesson was just about to start but he was not sure yet if he would go in or not. Though he was sure Severus would notice his absence immediately and more likely give him more homework as a result or even detention.
He feared he had made a big mistake with meeting Cho without telling Severus. If Severus heard about them from somewhere, he would draw the wrong conclusion. Harry should have told him, explain to him the situation before meeting with Cho. He felt stupid; it did not occur to him to send a letter to Severus after he cancelled their lesson or even after he opened the little box.
They needed to talk. Maybe after Potions he could explain him what had happened.
He started running towards the classroom, he could already hear the chatter of his classmates when he suddenly bumped into something solid. His bag landed on the ground, all his books splattered in the corridor but he was more concerned about the man he ran into.
"Sorry, Sir." He said, looking at Severus who was fuming.
"Thirty points from Gryffindor, Potter." Severus whispered coldly turning around with a swift motion, his cape billowing behind him as he marched towards the classroom.
Harry started packing away his books suspecting that this would be a very long Potions lesson.
When he walked in the classroom, some of the other students were still standing and packing out from their bags.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Potter. Perhaps next time you could honour us with arriving when the class starts." Severus sneered when Harry dropped himself on his chair at the table in the back of the classroom. "However, I imagine that would ruin your great entrance."
Hermione and Ron gave him a worried glance but neither of them dared to speak as long as Snape was still keeping an eye on their friend. Harry did not even look up as he prepared his books for the class.
The rest of Potions went in the same bitter way between Harry and Severus, however it seemed the professor decided on a different approach. He did not speak to Harry, though that did not help the boy's concentration anyway. Harry still felt helpless with Severus around him, walking but not even looking at him. He would feel better even if the man at least shouted at him or teased him the usual way, but Severus did nothing and this made Harry even more irritated.
Harry worked quietly at his desk not talking to Hermione or Ron. He risked a glanced at Severus, who was sitting at his desk, correcting some papers probably. He watched the man as his long fingers enclosed around the quill, his raven hair concealed his elegant face. Harry could remember the dark eyes glistering with lust however when Severus suddenly looked up and their gaze connected over the student's head and the mist that flooded from the cauldrons Harry could only see anger in the endless eyes.
He turned away his eyes fast but still he could hear that Severus stood up and came towards him. Anxious of the reprisal those eyes carried, he tried his best not to make a mistake. He heard the footsteps come closer and closer, the swishing noise of Severus' robe, though was barely audible, seemed unbearably loud as it reminded Harry of the sound their entangled, wet bodies made on the green sheets in Severus' room.
He gasped for air and his hand, holding the little vial over his cauldron twitched, when images of their first night popped into his head. Pictures about how it felt to be pressed to the cold wall, his legs around Severus' hips, while the man was grinding to him, long, warm fingers sliding on his erection.
Severus walked past him, but it did not matter, his Draught of Peace already started sizzling, violet sparks erupted from his cauldron. Severus turned around and stepped to him.
"Potter, one mistletoe berry. I said one, not three." Snape fumed over him. The potion in the meantime started flooding out of the cauldron and Harry was unable to do anything just watch it, knowing precisely that he, once again, failed his Potions lesson.
He grabbed a vial at least to gather some of the potion, so that he could give a sample to Snape, evidence that he did something during the lesson. However, before he could immerse the glass ampoule in the bluish-brownish miasma, Severus grabbed his wrist.
"Don't touch it, you idiot." He bellowed at Harry and made the potion disappear with a flick of his wand.
"It seems to me, Potter that another extra Potions lesson would be in place, before you burn your hands to ashes."
During the rest of the lesson, Harry sat in one place quietly fuming, ashamed of what had just happen. However a plan was already forming in his head. This was a battle and he was not going to lose it. He will clear his name and explain everything to Severus even if that resulted in a month long detention.
o.O.o
He heard a clock strike six o'clock somewhere far away, the dim chinking echoed among the thick walls. Great, he was late. This detention was not going to start very well. He hurried his steps, almost running towards the well-known room in the dungeons. He was a bit disappointed that the detention would not be in Severus' own private room, but in the class room. He hated that place; it was so dark and damp, nothing like Severus' chamber.
His schoolmates rushed past him, some of them carefree because the lessons were over, and some agitated about homework, Quidditch, Umbridge or some other problem that seemed nonsense to Harry now.
No one paid any attention to him, which was a blessing because he was overly aware of his own body at the moment. His bag was slapping against his bum with every step, his mouth was so dry, he could barely swallow, the ring was tight around his rigid cock, his jeans were rubbing against his arousal.
He jumped down from the last two stairs and a moan slipped through his gritted teeth. There was no one around and he was close to the classroom so he leaned against a wall to have a breath. He was sure if he were to continue running around the school like this, he would actually be able to come at some point.
His palm was itching to go down on himself and caress his hard manhood through his denims, but he stopped himself. He suspected Severus wouldn't be happy to find out that Harry just palmed himself to orgasm few steps away from the classroom.
Harry still wasn't sure that wearing the cock ring for detention was a good idea. Actually, he started realizing, it might be a bad one. Arriving to Severus in a state like this when the man was clearly in a bad temper might fuel his rage even more. Harry couldn't be sure how this detention would turn out but he was anxious to set things right.
o.O.o
Severus heard the approaching footsteps and stood up from his chair. A grim smirk showed up on his face, as he took a glance at his clock. Three light knocks came from the other side of the door and he waved his wand to open it.
"You are late." He said in his strictest voice. The anger he felt for the young man boiled under his skin but he couldn't help feeling just a bit happy to see him again. That made him even angrier.
"I'm sorry Sir, I w-"
"I do not care about your excuses Potter." He said raising his voice. Meanwhile, Harry walked in the room and came to his desk. A brow rose high on his face as he watched the younger man standing in front of him slightly hunched, his head down, his fists clenched, knuckles white.
"Look at me, when I'm talking to you, Potter." Severus hissed and Harry looked up at him.
His cheeks were flustered, but not from the running, lips swollen and bright red, his whole face shining lightly from sweat, pupils dilated and Severus knew very well when Harry usually looked like this. After all he had made him come numerous times, inspecting the young man's features, trying to engrave it in his memories.
"You..." He snarled with almost disgust in his voice. He was close hexing out Potter from his room, how dare the boy come to him in this aroused state, surely right after his engagements with her. But no, he would make sure to make him suffer for what he did. 'Oh the nerve in him', Severus thought angrily, his fists clenching too.
Snape turned around, his robe almost flying around him like a black cloud and sat behind his table. Harry thanked Merlin silently that he had taken off the ring before coming in because his erection was the least of his problems now. He was still hard but if Severus went on with the same manner, an erection wouldn't be a problem any much longer. Harry knew he had to clear this between them, the sooner the better.
"Your task for tonight is to clean those cauldrons over there." Severus pointed at the stack of dirty and disgusting bowls at the further corner in the room. When he heard the almost relieved sigh slipping from the young man's wet lips he let his mouth curve in an evil smirk. "After you are done with them, I have several cases of jars in need of cleaning as well. Should you be finished before ten, I expect you to produce a perfect vial of Draught of Peace until midnight. However, in your case, I believe I should lower my expectations." Severus sneered.
Harry looked at him defiantly. "I know why you are doing this Severus but pl-"
"I am not your friend, Potter, I am your professor and hence I insist on using my proper title when addressing me."
"Please li-" Harry started but Severus didn't let him finish.
"I think," he almost shouted "you have some tasks to finish." He pointed at the cauldrons standing up with a swift motion.
"Listen to me!" Harry bellowed and grabbed Severus' arm but the man shook him off and trashed him against the wall holding his shirt.
"I do not listen to liars." Snape whispered but to Harry it felt like shouting.
"I'm not a liar."
"How dare you stand in front of me in a state like this and say you're not lying? How dare you say that looking into my eyes?! I know all about your little secret Potter." Severus almost spat the last world, feeling his anger burn intensely.
"It's not like that, she-"
"Don't you dare talk to me about her!" Severus yelled letting go of Harry and turning around, walking away before he did something regrettable.
"SHE WANTED TO HEAR ABOUT CEDRIC!" Harry shouted desperately walking after Severus.
"That is a very convenient lie."
"It's the truth, please believe me."
"After what you did?" Snape turned around with a sudden move. "Never." He hissed.
They stared at each other for a few seconds that seemed like a millennia to Harry. This was bad, he screwed it up all and he didn't know what to say now. He touched Severus gently on his arm but the man shook off the contact and hissed like an angry python. "Don't you dare touch me."
"She wanted to talk about Cedric, he was her boyfriend." Harry said slowly.
"Lies."
"The absolute truth." Harry went on quietly. "I love you Severus and I would never lie to you."
"Don't you... Just... don't..." Severus shook his head disappointed.
"She was suffering and I wanted to help her."
"Well I guess fucking her was a good way the make her forget about her dead boyfriend."
"We had tea." Harry said angry now, fed up that Severus wasn't able to hear him out. "But I guess it's almost the same for you."
"I saw you two at the quidditch field after darkness, are you trying to convince me you went there to have a cuppa? I am not an idiot, Potter."
"Hermione brought me a letter from her, she asked to meet at the pitch, I didn't know what she wanted so I went there. When she came, she asked me if I would be going to Hogsmeade next day and I said yes. She asked if we could talk there somewhere. I told her that I'm sorry but I'm not interested in her and then she started crying and said she just wanted to talk about Cedric because she needed to hear more about his death because she was suffering every night. She was crying, Severus. So I said yes. And that's the story, no fucking or anything like that happened."
Severus smiled but Harry knew that smile very well, it wasn't the warm loving one he received during their private meetings, it was the grin he held when giving detention to people.
"You missed the part when you two kissed, I was there Potter, and I saw you."
"We didn't kiss." Harry said and thought about that evening. "She hugged me. That was all. Severus, she was crying. You might be resistant to girls who cry, but I am not. She cried, she hugged me, so I hugged her back and patted her shoulder then she thanked me and she went away." Harry reached towards Severus but he backed away from the touch.
Severus' eyes narrowed, he couldn't believe Harry anymore, he was like a wounded animal, not able to trust anyone. He was used to betrayal but Harry was the only one he trusted and his unfaithfulness hurt him beyond anything, he was like an open untended wound, bleeding and infected.
"The next day we found a place we could be alone, so no one would overhear what I told her about Cedric and we talked a bit. I told her, how he died and she started crying again. She always cries. Then I had to go to meet Ron and Hermione in the Three Broomsticks. And that was all." Harry finished and let the corner of his lips twitch into reassuring smile.
"If that was all, as you just said," Severus started with a sneer, "why didn't you say anything to me, why hide it?"
"Because I'm an idiot and I knew you would react like this." Harry cried. "I didn't know what Cho wanted at first and when I got back from the pitch the owl you sent me was already waiting for me. We didn't see each other until today."
"You're tales were always convincing, but don't expect me to believe your illusions. Get out of here, your detention is over. I cannot bear to see you right now." Severus turned around again and walked to the door, opening it. He wasn't looking at Harry but it was obvious he was waiting for the young man to leave.
"No." Harry said simply. "I won't go away until you hear me out."
"I have no intention of listening to you anymore. Go before I shove you out."
"No." Harry said and backed to the furthest point from the door. "You have to listen, you have to believe me." He begged close to crying. He didn't want to lose Severus over something this stupid and meaningless.
"Nothing that you say can make me believe you, not now." Severus whispered sadly his hand still on the door.
"What if I can show you? Would you believe me then?" Harry asked stepping closer.
Severus looked at him.
"Use Legilimency on me, Severus, please."
The door closed slowly as Severus turned towards him.
"You won't block me out." It wasn't a question and Harry knew it.
"I won't block you out."
"You won't close any doors." Severus came closer to him.
"I won't close any door."
"You won't hide anything." Snape reached for his wand.
"I won't hide anything."
"You will open your mind to me."
"I will open my mind to you." Harry said clearly and Severus whispered the charm.
The next moment Harry felt Severus' mind press against his and memories started flowing, flashing in both of their minds. He felt the tender connection and was relieved because he knew it meant Severus still cared for him, which was a good sign.
Severus saw Harry walk in the snow thinking fondly about the little gift Severus sent him and he couldn't help it that made the Professor smile lightly. Then came the girl and his black eyes narrowed. But Harry told the truth, she wanted to hear about Cedric, and she cried, throwing herself into Harry's arm. He felt the young man's confusion about what to do, and then he hugged her back and patted her shoulders, just as Harry had told.
'Can it be true? 'He asked himself, letting the rush of relief run though his mind and heart.
Another memory, they were at the teashop, Harry disgusted by the Valentine's Day decoration, fishing paper hearts out his coffee. Cho mentioned Cedric again and Harry talked and she started crying again. The boy next to them broke his enthusiastic kiss and gave a judging glance to Harry, next to several other people in the tedious little tea house. The girl nodded to him as if saying thank you and run out, crying loudly, but still trying to hide her tears. Harry spent the rest of the day in the Three Broomsticks with his friends and that dim-witted ex-reporter from the Daily Prophet.
Severus was about to break the connection when another door showed up and opened slowly to him. He knew Harry wanted to show him something else as well so he went in and found himself in an unknown room somewhere around Christmas time judging by the decoration. Chang was there too, crying again. Harry was comforting her with words but then she looked up at the ceiling, whispered "Mistletoe" and kissed him. Furious rage took over Severus, knowing they were already together at Christmas, he wanted to break the connection but then the wide-eyed Harry in the memory pushed the girl away. "I'm sorry Cho, I can't." He said to the girl, stepping away from her. "I belong with someone else." The girl cried up and ran away and the connection between Harry and Severus broke.
"I wanted you to see that too."Harry said quietly. "You were right, I should have told you about that kiss and about the meeting but I didn't want you to torment her because of it. She's been through enough already."
Severus thought about what he'd seen and what to say now. He had to admit he would have been a real bastard with Chang if he knew she kissed his Harry, the young man was right about that. He looked at the ground not able to say anything when Harry clutched his arm.
"Severus, please forgive me."
"No... Harry..." He murmured looking into the emerald eyes. "It's me, who needs forgiveness." Severus whispered placing a hand on Harry's face, caressing him with his thumb. "Could you... would you excuse the behaviour of an old man who does not know how to trust anymore. Who is so scarred and insecure that he would push away the only good thing in his life? I was tricked so many times Harry, trust is a luxury I cannot allow to myself. I placed my faith and hopes into the hands of the wrong people, who then betrayed me and these events left their mark on me." Harry's gaze shifted on Severus' left arm. "No, not just the Dark Mark," Severus shook his head when he noticed the move. "These are invisible scars not on my body but on my soul. And because of this I lost faith. I lost my faith in people but I was fine until you came. However now I have to rediscover how to trust again."
Harry took Severus' hand in his own and kissed it. "It's all right." He said and moved closer to the man. "We're good now, right?" He asked still a bit uncertain. "This was a misunderstanding and we learned our lesson, right?" He looked up the older man hopefully.
"Yes," Severus smiled gently and pulled Harry closer by his waist. "Thank you." He whispered.
Harry drove his arms around the man and clutched him tightly. "I won't ever keep anything from you again, I promise." He whispered into the other's neck.
"I will learn to trust you, Harry." Severus said and held the young man in an equally forceful embrace. They stayed that way for a couple of minutes, enjoying the calmness and fondness that run through them like electricity or heat.
"I missed you." Harry confessed, fingers tangling into the soft dark hair. "I was so scared I fucked this up. Us, I mean. This means too much to me, Severus, I wouldn't survive without you." Harry said eyes closed.
"You do not even have to, Harry. I am here, right here, and I am not going anywhere. I will fight for us until the very end. You are the best thing in my life, Harry, and I was a moron to be willing to let go of you so easily." Severus nuzzled into Harry's neck taking a deep breath. "And I missed you too, oh Merlin, how much I missed you."
Still not letting go of the other, Severus pressed his forehead to Harry's before looking into the shining green eyes. "I love you, Harry."
Harry smiled slightly, relieved and happy. He pressed a small kiss to Severus' lips before he said, "I love you too, Severus" then he kissed him again, still softly, he gave almost feather light kisses on the thin lips.
Minutes passed but they kept kissing, standing in the middle of the room in the cold dungeons until suddenly Severus leaned back and looked at Harry.
"I would like to take you on a date, if you accept me." He said with a warm smile.
"What?" Harry said after a few seconds of silence.
"I would like to take you on a proper date. Dinner, for instance." Severus repeated patiently.
"Severus, you don't have to." Harry smiled. "I was the stupid one, don't think for a second that you have to fix something here."
"I know, however, we've been together for months now, and I have never taken you out somewhere. Now call me old fashioned but as far as I know courting starts with a rendezvous. What we have not done yet, at least not the proper way."
"In my opinion, having breakfast in your room is quite the date. And we've done that several times. Or lunch, or dinner. What I mean is, I don't think there is a proper way of a date in our case, we can't just have dinner at Madam Rosmerta's." Harry said raising a brow.
"Well obviously not at there or anywhere near Hogwarts. I would even consider something out of the country maybe." Severus smiled teasingly.
"You are serious about this?" Harry asked surprised.
"I am always serious. What would you say about Friday night? After dinner we would have the whole weekend to ourselves; there is something I already wanted to show you anyway."
"What?" Harry asked excited.
"You will see soon." Severus said simply. "So what do you say, Harry? Would you go on a date with me on this Friday night?"
Harry hesitated for a second, not because he was thinking about declining the offer but because he was wondering what Severus' game was.
"Absolutely." He answered then with a wide grin. The reply earned another kiss, which however turned out to be quite alight this time.
"Did you like my gift?" Severus whispered into Harry's ear after he broke the kiss. Harry's slight moan was the best answer he could get. "Will you wear it next time you visit me?"
"I was wearing it when I came here. I took it off at front of the door, because I wasn't sure things would go okay with us and I just..."
"Ah... So that's why you were aroused." Severus murmured, his warm breath caressing Harry's ear.
"Yes," the young man blushed deeply.
"How did you like it?" The professor smirked against the shell of his ear.
"It was amazing," Harry groaned earnestly. "I almost came just by running here but it didn't let me. It was frustrating, but at the same time good. Really good." He whined as Severus was rubbing his lips on his neck now.
"Good," Severus smiled evilly as he looked at Harry. "Now go and do your homework I do not want any excuses as for why I cannot have you for the whole weekend."
"Can I do my homework here?" Harry asked.
"But of course you can. Just close the door when you're finished, I'll be in my room." Severus smirked teasing walking towards the door.
"Severus!" Harry groaned.
"Or you can join me in my private quarters." Snape laughed. "But be quiet, Minerva is patrolling today."
"Promise" Harry said, sneaking after Severus.
o.O.o
Friday came faster than Harry could hope for. It was almost seven o'clock and he was walking towards Severus' chamber, all dressed up, feeling way more excited than he should given they spent plenty of time together already, just because this date was out of the castle that shouldn't mean it would be any different than their previously shared meals. Still, with drumming heart, he clutched his Invisibility cloak even tighter as he knocked on the door.
No one was on the corridor beside him, but even if there were, his cloak hid him from the unwanted attention. They both agreed it would be best if Harry kept wearing the cloak as long as they were on Hogwarts ground, just in case Umbridge had her sentries on guard somewhere. The door opened up and Harry slipped in.
Severus was standing behind the door. When Harry looked over him, his mouth literally fell open and a slight hiss escaped his lips.
"You look amazing," He moaned, his eyes still roaming over the man before him.
Severus wasn't wearing all black and that was a surprise for Harry as he'd never seen the man in any other colour than that. Though he had black fabric pants on that suited him perfectly, the silk shirt that strained on the lean body was silver and it looked great on the Potions Master. The top two black buttons were undone revealing the delicious, pale skin and his raven hair was slightly curly this time and framed his long face, making Severus look like an aristocrat. Harry never thought Severus could dress like a muggle and still look this incredibly hot.
He dropped the cloak and leaned into Severus for a kiss before they headed out. He pressed his lips softly against the other's and was welcomed with warm lips and a wet tongue sliding against his lower lip. Severus put a hand around his waist and pulled him closer while he slid his tongue inside Harry's mouth. The younger wizard groaned into the kiss when Severus sucked on his tongue and then they broke apart breathless.
"You look gorgeous." Severus whispered looking over Harry once again. "I highly hope you do not feel too attached to that green shirt because I will most likely tear that from you at some point this evening." He said conversationally. Harry felt his black pants tighten immensely from those words.
"I was thinking about the same." He said lustfully. "Can't we just skip right to dessert," the young man asked hopefully, grabbing onto his professors tight ass.
"Impossible brat." Severus smiled giving one more kiss to Harry. "Shall we?" He asked opening the door.
Harry was about to put on the Invisibility cloak once again but Severus stopped him. "Wait," he said, waving with his wand. Suddenly a green and silver scarf turned up from somewhere. Severus took it and put it gently around Harry. It was soft and smelled like Severus and Harry felt much warmer suddenly but it had nothing to do with the scarf.
Severus tiled his head as he considered the scarf. He must have decided that it was warm enough because he reached for his long black coat and put it on as well. Harry moaned lightly by from the sight. Naturally, it did not evade Severus' attention who gave Harry a teasing smirk then walked out the door.
"Come," He said seeing that the corridor was still empty. Harry donned his cloak and went after the Potions Professor.
They walked silently next to each other but after a while, Harry had to fall behind the man because several people showed up around them. Harry noticed the astonished looks the students and even some of the teachers gave the man who paced with his chin high not giving a damn about the others until a strict voice did not call out to him.
"Severus!"
Severus slowed down his steps and then stopped. He couldn't pretend he didn't hear Minerva.
"Severus, wherever are you going at this hour?" She asked as he stepped closer, hushing the children away. She took in Severus' appearance and her eyes widened. "You look quite dashing tonight. Are you... going on a date, Severus Snape?" She asked incredulously and Severus heard Harry's chuckle behind him.
He gave the woman a bright smile, as he answered, "That, my dearest Minerva, is none of your bloody business." He smiled charmingly, nodded and walked past the petrified lady.
o.O.o
Severus apparated them to a little and dark alley.
"Where are we?" Harry asked as he took off the cloak and jammed it in his jacket pocket. "Are we still in England?"
"Yes," Severus answered as they strolled out from the passage. Muggles walked on the street not even blinking at them. "We are at a place called Ottery St Mary. Have you ever heard of it?" He asked Harry.
"No," Harry answered.
"It's a little town not far from Exeter. Its population is about 7000 and as far as I know, not a single wizard has come here in the last five century. Except us, obviously."
"Oh..." Harry said surprised. "Why?"
Severus stopped and pointed at a small restaurant near them. "That would be the restaurant I had in mind for dinner. We still have plenty of time; would you fancy a walk before eating?"
"Sure," Harry said.
"That jacket of yours..." Severus started hesitantly. "It seems way too thin and it is cold out here." Severus said before putting a silent warming charm on Harry. "You mind?"
"No," Harry smiled. "It's much better, thanks."
They started walking again and Severus steered them towards the old church.
"Because of the pixies." Severus said suddenly and Harry didn't have a single clue what he was talking about. Severus noticed and smiled gently. "Magical people prefer not to cross the town borders because of the pixies. They can be vicious little creatures when disturbed here by wizards."
Harry frowned, he knew pixies but he wouldn't describe them as vicious. "That's not... common, right? Pixies aren't that bad."
"You are right; however this town has history with the pixies, pretty dark history, actually. Once this was said to be pixie land and during this time, several wizards, the muggles and the pixies lived peacefully next to each other, muggles naturally not knowing about the other two. One day however, the local bishop decided to build a church here. This church right here." Severus nodded towards the church couple of meters in front of them.
Harry was so enjoying the sound of the smooth baritone voice he completely forgot where he was. He looked up and took in the dim and slightly frightening old building with its dark towers spiking towards the star filled sky.
"What did the pixies have against a church?" Harry asked curious.
"Nothing," Severus smiled at him, ambling around the parish. "They feared the bells that came all the way from Wales. You see, once the bells were installed, their rule over this land would be over. They knew this perfectly well, so they cast a spell that led the monks who carried the bells, to the cliff's edge at Sidmouth instead of Ottery."
"Wow, that's evil." Harry laughed.
"Well, they are mischievous little creatures by nature, and they were about to be exiled from their own land. The muggle legend concludes that one of the monks stomped his feet at the edge saying "God bless my soul" and the pixie magic broke, however as you may realize that is not what happened."
"Wizards." Harry said.
"Exactly. A talented wizard named John Coke was able to break the pixie charm. He wanted the pixies as far away as possible as he and all the others in the wizarding society were fed up with the pixies continuous mishaps. That however was not the end of John Coke's story. The revengeful pixies with all their anger about the loss of their green hills where exiled to a place called Pixie's Parlour. What Coke did not know was that the pixie charm was not completely broken and one day every year the pixies were able to leave the Parlour."
They were walking in the cemetery now, which lay right behind the church, and Severus stopped Harry with his hand and turned him toward one of the tombs.
"That's... that's him," Harry whispered in awe. "John Coke."
"Precisely." Severus answered and after a second of hesitation, he slid his fingers down from Harry's arm to his hand and took hold of it. Harry was facing the grave but Severus caught his giddy smile. "Coke's older brother was the man who instructed the building of the church, the vicar of the little town. A year after Coke's victory over the pixies the building of the church was finally finished and he made his soldier brother the church's bell ringer. The two brothers worked hard together and they were valued by not just the wizarding but by the muggle society as well. On a dark day in June, the vicar and the bell ringer learned that the pixie magic was not fully destroyed when the little menace creatures came and took the younger brother."
"Did they kill him?" Harry asked shivering.
"Not yet." Severus answered. "They took John Coke to the Pixie's Parlour in hope that his brother would follow him too."
"Two birds with one stone." Harry noted almost inaudible.
"Exactly. Except the older brother was a coward and he never went after John Coke. The wizards and witches of the town knew what had happened between the brothers and they started leaving town one by one because they thought Pixie magic had changed their beloved vicar into a cruel monster. The muggles only knew that their faithful and loving vicar had lost his brother, who was clearly murdered they realized when they found the body in the river next day. The vicar started drinking and they found him on the street in a drunken haze stumbling from wall to wall murmuring "It was me..." and "It was entirely my fault". They had already heard the gossip from the wizarding families and they started believing that the vicar himself killed his brother. That was more than the older Coke could handle and in another drunken haze he went to the Parlour by himself. He was never heard from again."
"Wow, that's an amazing story, Severus." Harry said honestly. "A bit scary. But still... awesome." He breathed looking into the dark eyes.
"Wizards have been avoiding the town ever since then however pointlessly. The pixies are still locked in the Parlour and the only time of the year they can roam freely over their land is Midsummer's Night." Severus concluded.
"How do you know this?" Harry asked interested.
"I heard bits and pieces from my muggle grandmother who lived in this town, however I learned the truth behind the legend from Coke himself."
"What?" Harry cried up. "He's still alive? But that's... that's..."
"Impossible." Sounded a cheerful voice from behind them. "Alive is not quite an accurate term to describe my situation, Sir." A glowing figure behind them laughed.
Harry turned around just to see a younger man floating there with eerie blue-white light gloving around his almost completely transparent body.
"Severus, boy, good to see you again. Look at you all grown up. What a dashing man you became." The ghost of John Coke smiled at Severus who returned the gesture equally nicely.
"You on the other hand, old friend have not changed a single bit." Severus teased the ghost.
"And who is this handsome young fellow clutching onto you so vehemently." The ghost winked at Harry.
"John, let me introduce you my partner, Harry." Severus said and Harry detected a tiny bit of pride in his deep voice.
"Hello Sir," Harry welcomed the ghost with a cheerful smile.
"Oh my dear laddie, call me John. So, you heard my story. Fancied it as well, I hope." The ghost said hopefully.
"Absolutely." Harry nodded. "That part about your brother though... That was..." Harry didn't know how to finish the sentence.
"Oh that bloody Billy, what a ball of snail slime he was. But none the less dear Harry, it was a long time ago and I've been perfectly happy since accepting my fate."
"Happy?" Harry asked incredulous.
"Of course!" The ghost barked laughing. "Nothing better than scaring the muggles out of their pants every now and then. Halloween around here is especially fun. Right, Severus?"
"If my memory serves right, it was fun if you did not have a solid body. I, on the other hand, have one and I still remember the beating I almost got from the miller that one fall. Thank Merlin that man was three times my size and I was a small but brisk kid." Severus laughed. "We were pulling Halloween pranks on the muggles who dared come up here at Halloween." Severus explained to Harry.
"Good old days," John sighed heavily but with twinkling eyes remembering back with happiness. "This man of yours, Harry he was quite the kid. Chatty little boy, visiting his grandmother a couple of times every year. So scared when he first saw me, didn't know what got into him." Coke laughed booming.
"Chatty? You?" Harry grinned at Severus. "What happened since then?" He smirked.
"Exactly my boy, what happened? Haven't seen you around here in ages. It was quiet lonely here, all by myself." John said. "You were about what, eleven when your grandmother past away? Haven't seen you since the funeral."
"A lot has happened since then John, I'm sorry I was not able to visit." Severus said quietly and Harry saw the dark shadow that run across his face.
"I can see that." John smirked wiggling an eyebrow at Harry. "Good little fella you have there." That comment made Harry blush.
Severus smiled gently. "He is indeed a good man."
"Perfect," boomed Coke spinning around his own grave. "But now I have to ask you to excuse me, but I have to visit the goats." He said with mischief in his eyes and then vanished.
"Goats?" Harry asked with laugh in his voice but Severus just shrugged. He took Harry's hand again and started walking towards the restaurant.
"Who knows..." He murmured. "After his death, he vowed to warn off and, if needed, protect any wizard kind who steps through the town borders. That is the reason why he has never left this place. Maybe his vow now includes goats as well."
"How do you even know him?" Harry asked.
"As he said, I used to visit my muggle grandmother here couple of times a year. It was just her, my mother and myself. Best times in my life those were. Once, I wondered away from my mother, I could not have been older than six or seven at that time, and I ended up here. It started getting dark and cold and I was alone and scared, I started crying. That was when I first met him."
"Must have been a relief meeting a real ghost when you were already scared." Harry said sarcastically.
"Well, yes." Severus smiled "But then my mother came and picked me up. Next day, I came back again. I wanted to know who he was or rather what he was. That was the first time in my life I had seen a ghost, you see. We started talking and he told me his story. I found it fascinating and by the time he finished I realized he wasn't scary at all. And that's how I became friends with him." Severus sighed. "He was my first friend. And the only one for the next three years."
"That's more than what I had till Ron and Hermione." Harry said.
"What do you mean? Surely you had someone outside the wizarding world, schoolmates, or anyone."
"No, not really." Harry admitted. "Dudley, my cousin, made sure no one ever wanted to be friends with me. He was a sort of bully, and he... well he basically beat everyone who came near me. And then beat me too. Just for fun." Harry said and the simple matter-of-fact way he spoke made Severus stop.
"Harry, are you telling me your cousin beat you from time to time and your uncle didn't do anything?"
"Oh he did," Harry said. "He watched and applauded."
"What?" Severus hissed angrily and Harry got frightened for a second.
"It's alright, Severus," Harry said calming. "It's in the past now; since I realized I'm a wizard they don't usually do anything like that. I mean it's not home sweet home over there, but at least I have my own room and stuff. And whenever I pull out my wand, Dudley simply runs away. So it's even kinda fun sometimes actually." Harry said thinking about it. "I can manage them." He said a bit proudly.
"Alright?" Severus groaned. "Alright? Harry, love, there is nothing 'alright' about an abusive family. Oh the things I would like to do to them." He growled and that warmed Harry's heart.
They continued towards the restaurant and Severus kept on mumbling to himself about how he would prefer to punish the Dursleys. Harry was able to catch some of the lines like "tear them apart, one by one" or "just a few drops of Living Death". It made Harry smile.
"That bloody Dumbledore." Severus murmured under his breath but of course, Harry heard that too.
"What does Dumbledore have to do with this?" He asked.
"Everything." Severus sighed.
They sauntered silently on the winding, cobblestone streets until they reached the nice restaurant. Owl's Inn was its name, Harry could read it on the wooden emblem that hung over the main entrance. Wide windows were next to the door on both sides and the place had a welcoming warm feeling.
They stepped in and Harry saw a few other people sitting at the tables that were covered with red and white chequered cloth. A young woman, Amelia, walked them to a booth at the window and while they sat down, she lit a candle on the table.
"Thank you Amelia," Severus said to the redhead girl.
"Oh, please call me Amy." She answered and then looked at Harry. "Is this table all right?" She went on with a genuine smile, "If you would prefer sitting anywhere else just let me know."
"No, it's perfect, thank you." Harry smiled.
She then promised to return in a couple of minutes with water and the menus as well.
"This is a great place." Harry said looking around.
"When my grandmother used to work here, I would spend most of my mornings here with her. They make one of the best coffees in England here. Every morning I came here and they gave me a cup of fresh coffee, they said it would make me into a fine man. My mother was always against it, but grandmother always let me have it none the less." Severus smiled at Harry.
"And you have loved coffee ever since." The young man laughed.
Severus nodded with a teasing grin, "Exactly."
They got the menus and went over it for a couple of minutes deciding what to have. Harry asked Severus what he suggested but the man had to admit he hadn't been here for many years. Though a few items on the menu did seem familiar so he suggested that to Harry hoping they hadn't changed the original flavours that much during the who knows however many years since he had been here.
"If you don't mind me asking, what business do you have with that cockroach Skeeter?" Severus asked suddenly remembering where Harry spent his Valentine's Day afternoon.
"Oh that..." Harry answered slowly. "I gave her an interview of sorts."
"A what?" Severus asked gleefully. "Look at our dearest Golden Boy, giving interviews and what not." Severus teased him.
"It wasn't like that," Harry protested more vehemently than necessary. "We talked about what happened in the cemetery."
"Oh Merlin, surely you are not serious, Harry."
"I am," Harry said, lifting his chin. "The Daily Prophet has been writing lies about me and Dumbledore all year and I had enough. Well it was actually Hermione's idea. She talked to Luna, her dad is the editor of the Quibbler and they would print the interview. People need to know what happened Severus, and maybe the Quibbler is not the most trustworthy newspaper out there but maybe, maybe people who don't believe in the Prophet anymore will read it and believe me finally. They have to get ready for Voldemort and-" Harry went quiet as Severus raised a hand noting he'd like to say something.
"I am not suggesting that telling people about what happened is wrong, on the contraire actually, I believe it is quite a good idea, but Harry, Rita Skeeter? That woman will turn upside down every word you utter." Severus said, concern filling his voice.
"That she can't." Harry said with a mischievous grin.
"What did you do you little minx." Severus smiled.
"Me, nothing." Harry laughed. "Hermione on the other hand..."
"Honestly, that girl. Remind me never to cross her." Severus ran a hand through his long black hair.
"Yeah, I know. I hope I never hurt her, otherwise the consequences..." Harry shuddered.
"Precisely..."
Amy arrived to their table with two plates she put down in front of the two men.
"Have a good one, gents and if there's anything I can do for you, don't hesitate to ask." She said with a bright smile. When they nodded and assured her that everything is still perfect she turned around and left.
Followed by Severus curious gaze, Harry forked into his mashed potato and moaned slightly, "Mmmm Severus, this is delicious."
"I am pleased you like it." He tried his own pasta as well and was surprised to realize it tasted to the last bit like the one he used to eat here as a child. "Would you like to try it?" He pushed the plate towards Harry who shrugged and took a bit into his mouth.
"Mm, wow, this is good too." He said with closed eyes enjoying the taste lingering in his mouth. "I hope their desserts are this good too."
"I do not know about their desserts but I can ensure you the one I have on the menu for you this evening will be immensely more delicious." Severus let a teasing smile on his face as he licked a drop of sauce from his finger.
Harry blushed and cleared his throat. "We're in a restaurant, Severus." He smiled still flustered.
"Do not attempt to try and convince me that you would have any problem if I were to start massaging your cock with my feet right about now." Severus said suggestively and for a second Harry expected a feet moving between his legs.
"I actually would." He said when the feet stayed away.
Severus raised a brow questioningly.
"I don't think," Harry went on burying his gaze in the black eyes in front of him, "I could go through this evening with a hard on and a ring tightly around it."
"Don't tell me you're wearing it right now." Severus murmured lustfully.
"Has been since I dressed." Harry shrugged nonchalantly, though knowing precisely what kind of affect this had on Severus who started stirring in his seat.
"Harry..." Severus said slowly and took a deep breath. "Consider yourself lucky."
"Because...?" Harry asked cocky.
"Because, love, the only reason I'm not dragging you to the nearest restroom and fucking you right there is because I have something even better for both of us after we arrive back home." He whispered and leaned halfway across the table.
"That sounds... good." Harry groaned leaning forward too, pressing his lips against Severus'.
"So..." Severus sat back and cleared his throat. "Skeeter."
"Oh right," Harry went back to his food too. "Last year Hermione discovered that she's an unregistered animagus and she can turn into a beetle. She caught her in a jar. She made her promise that she would never write anything about me ever again or any other lies for that matter otherwise she will tell Skeeter's secret to the Ministry. So, when we sat with her at the Three Broomsticks Hermione made her promise to write down only what I say and the way I say it or otherwise... I'm pretty sure she will behave after all they went through I think she knows Hermione enough to know not to go back on any deals she made with our girl." Harry finished proud of his friend.
"I cannot wait to read that paper. I'm quite sure Umbridge will not like what she will see however I hope you will and Skeeter won't sell the story to the Prophet."
"Well if she does, next time she can write a story on the interior design of Azkaban." Harry laughed.
They ate silently for a while then Amy came and brought them some more water and the dessert menu. She asked if they were pleased with their order and when they reassured her that it was delicious she smiled happily and went away.
"Tell me something Harry" Severus said putting his cutlery down, trying to hold back a smirk. "You are a clever and intelligent young man, how on bloody earth do you manage to mess up your work in my class. I've seen you plenty times doing your homework and I know you do more than fine without Miss Granger's help. If you are talented enough to understand the theoretical part of Potions why does the practical side give you so much trouble?"
"Why do you ask?" Harry asked gulping.
"Besides the fact that I love you and care for you I ask because I am utterly fed up with giving you detention all the time." Severus smirked.
"Well... It's kinda because of you..." Harry admitted.
"Me? What have I done last time for instance?"
"Well." Harry said carefully. "You walked past me."
"Excuse me?" Severus laughed.
"You heard me," Harry mumbled fluttered.
"I fail to understand why exactly that would make you explode your cauldron and almost burn down your hands to ashes." Severus raised a brow.
"Well… you distract me." Harry answered.
"With walking?" The incredulous tone in Severus' voice increased.
"Pretty much with your very presence, to start with…" Harry confessed mumbling but naturally Severus heard him. There was a moment of silence before the professor smiled, eyes flashing dangerously.
"Are you finished?" Severus asked with a slight urging in his baritone voice, nodding towards Harry's plate. When Harry nodded, the older man fished some muggle notes out of his pocket and dropped it on the table.
Severus grabbed Harry's hand, which was resting on the table and dragged him out of the restaurant. Harry nodded towards Amy before the door closed behind them and the next moment he found himself in the dark alley, they had previously arrived in. He suspected apparition was involved in the sudden change of the scene. When his body was crushed to the wall behind him with Severus' lips hovering over his however, every comprehensible thought simply vanished from his mind.
"Shall we add a few more memories to that list of distractions, my dear?" Severus murmured and Harry shivered hearing his low voice.
"Shouldn't you be the sensible one and stop me from ruining all my potions?" The young man grinned running a hand through the slightly curly black hair.
"As if I have a say in that..." Severus raised a brow. "I walk past you and you nearly kill yourself you fool." Severus breathed deeply.
"I shamelessly admit that is true." Harry moaned pressing against Severus' body like a cat in heat.
"What am I to do with you?" Severus hissed brushing his lips against Harry's. "Oh the things you do to me, Harry, you do not even realize half of it. You think you can just say things like that to me and it would not affect me but you are wrong. Oh so, so wrong on so many levels. Do you think I'm not hard when you look up at me from beside your cauldron, your green eyes making me shiver in the middle of the classroom and then I am just not able to concentrate on correcting any test or mark a few simple pieces of homework? Do you believe that I do not dwell on the idea of using Legilimency on you during a lesson just to see if you are thinking about me?"
"It would be pointless..." Harry murmured pushing his abdomen closer to Severus. "You know I'm thinking about you. Every day," Harry said nipping on Severus' lips, "every hour and every minute. You linger in my mind like a nagging thought, constantly at the border of my attention as if you would be part of it, a part of me. I hold a book and I think 'Would you find it interesting?' or I'm eating something delicious and suddenly all I want to do is share it with you. You're always with me."
"I know the feeling," Severus admitted lashing his tongue along Harry's jaw line. His hands sneaked around Harry's waist caressing the young man through his green shirt. It was cold and both their coats were unbuttoned after their swift departure from the restaurant. He knew they would have to go back to the castle soon however, he knew once they were back in the castle, in his room, he would have to confide in Harry, telling him something he never wanted his partner to know.
Harry must have felt his hesitation or maybe he could just read him better, than anyone ever, because the next second he asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"I need to show you something." Severus admitted in a low voice. "Shall we go back?"
Harry raised an eyebrow and didn't answer for a couple of seconds trying to read Severus' face. When he couldn't decipher the determined look on his professor's features he nodded.
"Let's go." He said reaching for his Invisibility Cloak.
Severus moved a step behind and when Harry donned the cloak, he reached towards the young man. Warm, invisible fingers clasped onto his hand and he disapparated.
o.O.o
Harry dropped the cloak when they were both finally between the safe walls of Severus' private chamber. He wondered what Severus wanted to show him so badly. He was half excited and half scared. He took off his coat as well and laid it down on a chair. Severus dropped his own over Harry's and then stepped in front of the younger man.
"As I said," Severus started and Harry could hear hesitation in his voice, "I need to show you something. However before you see it, you need to know this happened way before us."
Harry nodded wordlessly as he wasn't sure what exactly to say to that. The next moment Severus raised his wand and whispered "Legilimens".
A picture showed up in Harry's mind however, this time it wasn't his. Was he seeing Severus' memory? But why? Severus could have just told him.
But then the scene in front of him cleared and everything was sharp as if it was the present and Harry suddenly understood why Severus didn't want to tell him about this. What he witnessed was indescribable.
A man was spread out on a high table that was covered with black satin. Heavy iron shackles tied him tightly to the side of the desk below him, so tightly in fact that blood was dripping from the still open wounds around his wrists and ankles. But blood was everywhere else, as well. His naked arse was covered in long red lines, some of which still dribbled blood however not as badly as his wrists. Harry wondered what had caused the red marks all over the man's bottom and thighs but then he noticed a black walking stick to the side, and on the stick there was something gleaming wet and dark in the candle light. The man moaned and though he couldn't see his head, Harry was sure he must have been in great pain.
Why did he have to see this? What was going on?
"You behaved well, Lucius." A way too familiar voice sounded behind him and Harry turned around with a sudden motion. Severus was standing not far from the high table, clearing his hands with a red piece of cloth. Suddenly Harry realized that rag hadn't always been red and he felt an uncomfortable twitch behind his navel.
Then he understood what he had heard.
"Lucius?" He said out aloud not even aware of it. "Lucius Malfoy?"
"You've earned your reward." Severus said and walked to Malfoy, a satisfied grin shining on his face. Harry walked around the table to see if it was indeed Mr. Malfoy lying on his stomach, naked and scarred on Severus' table. The man's face was covered with a mask and Harry knew he had already seen this kind of mask before in a dark cemetery. Though he couldn't see the face, the long, silvery blond hair that wrapped around the dark mask was way too familiar.
Severus picked up the walking stick from the ground and traced Malfoy's back with it. He pulled it over the length of his spine then between his buttocks and Harry heard Malfoy's moan again and he knew this time it wasn't because of pain.
Severus continued teasing the man, caressing him with the walking stick on the inner side of Malfoy's leg then he went back to his bottom. Malfoy moaned keenly, tensing against his restrain, the shackles cutting into his fine skin and he moaned even more ardently.
Severus summoned a round bottle and poured a decent amount of that transparent liquid between Malfoy's spread out bottom cheeks rubbing it roughly. He smiled as he spilled some over the walking stick as well then pressed the lubricated cane against Malfoy's hole.
Harry suddenly realized that he felt hot and he was breathing unevenly, waiting for Severus to push that rod inside, waiting perhaps just as keenly as Mr. Malfoy. He expected a sudden move from Severus but obviously the professor wasn't in a hurry at all. He placed a hand on Lucius' back caressed his skin and slowly, excruciatingly slowly he pushed the cane in just a bit.
Harry simultaneously heard Malfoy's muffled screams of pleasure and his own ardent moan. He felt himself harden as he watched Severus push the cane inside the other man inch by inch and when he couldn't drive it any further up, Severus started fucking Malfoy with his own walking stick. Lucius clearly enjoyed the attention, sweat was shining on his lean body, his muscles tensed under his pale skin as he tried to rock back against the wetly gleaming stick.
However Severus suddenly stopped and pulled out the cane. Harry couldn't imagine how bad Malfoy must have been feeling at that moment, so close to his orgasm and though he hated the man he felt sorry for him for a single second as he was listening to his keen gasps.
"Stand up, Lucius." Severus moaned harshly and the chains disappeared from Malfoy's body.
The blond man stood up and Harry noticed how much his legs were shaking under his weight. Malfoy turned around and faced Severus who waved and the mask disappeared, revealing the handsome face and Harry didn't fail to observe that Malfoy's face was still wet from tears but also flushed, almost red from his very obvious sexual arousal. Harry couldn't help it, he glanced over the pale body in front of him and marvelled at the hard manhood between the man's legs, shining with pre-come.
"Who said you can turn around?" Severus sneered and Malfoy turned his back to Severus.
"I am sorry, Master." Malfoy said.
"Did I give you permission to talk?" Severus spat as if talking to a dog and Harry suddenly felt bad about this whole scene but obviously, Malfoy knew he had done something wrong because he lowered his head and remained in silence.
"You know what you deserve for your disobedience." Severus groaned and suddenly Malfoy spread his legs widely and put his hands on his nape. Clearly, he knew exactly what he deserved.
Severus smiled mildly then grabbed Malfoy by his interlocked fingers and pushed him down on the table. "Count them loudly." He said and Harry didn't understand what he was talking about but then Severus leaned back and smacked the walking stick against Malfoy's ass. The snap was so loud Harry expected a wide, bleeding cut but Malfoy's skin only became red.
"One." Lucius grumbled withholding a painful gasp.
The cane came down four more times but before Malfoy said the last number, it was already pushed inside him again.
"F-five." He gasped and Harry saw how hard it was for him not to push back against the rod. His cock was red and so hard Harry knew he would come by one touch.
Severus pulled out the walking stick and let it fall on the ground. He pressed a hand on Malfoy's lower back, he opened his fly and pulled out his own hard and wet cock. Within a second, he pushed inside Malfoy and Harry closed his eyes because he didn't want to see Severus fucking someone else even if it happened many years ago.
As if the real Severus could feel his thoughts the connection between them broke and Harry found himself standing in his professor's room panting and hard like never before.
"What...?" He gasped. "Why did you show that to me?"
"Because you needed to know that there is – was another side to my sexual habits. These, what you witnessed now, were the only kind of activities that excited me. Once I was, what you might call a dominant partner to my sub, namely Lucius Malfoy, I am sure you recognized him. This was long ago, before I came here to teach. I needed you to see this, because there is something you need to know. I've always been the dominant part in a relationship that, I am sure, is already obvious to you."
Harry nodded mutely.
"There are many reasons behind why I always preferred this option however the most important would be that I did not trust my partners enough to let them take control over the situation and therefore my body. I have never trusted anyone enough to let them even hold me down especially not to tie me up. You see Harry, when I was a child, my father abused me and my mother. During those hours when he was beating my mother or me, I lost control over everything. My body, my mind, even my magic. After his death, I promised myself that I would never let that happen again, I would never surrender myself to any other human being. I would never completely open up for anyone because if you open yourself, if you spill all your secrets to a person, they have power over you. That is why Voldemort would never be able to completely read me, which is why I am the perfect spy: because I do not open up to anyone."
Harry listened to Severus with a feverishly beating heart. What was he getting at?
"Except, of course, you." Severus smiled. "Do you remember what I said that night at Grimmauld Place after Black and Lupin found out about us?"
Harry nodded, of course he remembered.
"I told you that my heart, my soul and my body belongs to you now. And it is time that I prove that to you."
"What do you mean prove?" Harry asked suddenly. "You don't need to prove anything Severus, I know you love me."
"You still don't understand." Severus smiled conjuring a green silk scarf. "Love, in my case, is one thing; trust, utter and utmost trust however is something I have never given anyone except you." He said as he kneeled down in front of Harry. Severus was still smiling when he tied the scarf in front of his eyes.
"I am at your disposal." Severus whispered before he tapped his silvery shirt that stretched invitingly on his chest with his wand and removed everything that covered him, leaving himself utterly naked in front of Harry. Then Severus did the most incredible thing and stretched his wand out for Harry to take it.
And at that moment, Harry understood. Severus offered up his soul when he first said he loved him, offered his body now as he was kneeling blindfolded in front of Harry, and what was the most amazing he also offered him his magic. If Harry took that wand Severus would be -most likely first time in about twenty-five years- completely powerless. Harry could never imagine how hard this must have been to Severus, a dominant soul, to give up every power, to surrender every possibility of fighting back if he, once again, put his faith into the wrong hands.
Hesitantly, Harry took the wand and Severus put both his hands on his nape just as Lucius did in that memory. Harry blinked at the matte black wand that felt much heavier in his hand than he expected. As he watched the wand, and the tentative seconds slowly ticked by a sudden realization stuck him. He could do anything with Severus and the man would be helpless. Harry could break this fine quality wooden rod in his hand with a snap, it wouldn't even be an effort and Severus couldn't do anything against it because Harry still had his own wand. Harry could strike Severus, the Potions Master wouldn't even see the forceful hit coming towards him. He could do anything and everything with Severus Snape.
Harry's heart hammered in his chest and he felt terrified. He was terrified of the power he suddenly had over another human being. Scared to death because what if this power fell into the wrong hands and someone hurt this man. Severus was his now, he belonged with Harry and it was Harry's sole responsibility to protect him from any harm.
He kneeled down too and put down the wand to the ground next to them. He raised a hand a pressed it lightly and timidly over Severus' franticly beating heart. Severus flinched almost unnoticed but Harry could feel his body becoming relaxed as he gently caressed his chest with feather like fingers.
Harry slid his hands around Severus waist then up on his back until he reached the enfolded fingers over Severus' nape. His face was close to Severus and he wondered if the man could feel how close exactly. Harry let his warm breath stroke Severus face as his lips hovered over his jaw. Not touching Severus with his mouth yet, he let his lips float over the long neck, drifting from one sesitive area to another leaving them, however, untouched.
He let his lips fly downwards, still not touching, just lingering mere inches from the pale skin. He breathed hot air over Severus' nipple and the man gasped. Their hands were still connected at Severus' nape, which left Harry at a not quite comfortable position but he didn't care. He exhaled over Severus' chest, warm, wet breath skimmed the hair on the soft flesh and Severus stirred. Another nipple was under Harry's lips and he thought for a second, why not and let the wet tip of his tongue glide over it.
Severus' moan was a pleasing reward.
Harry went back up and returned to his professor's mouth. He observed the thin lips and once again, he licked lightly across the soft red skin. Severus sighed sensually and Harry felt a rush of arousal behind his navel. Just one, he promised himself, when he leaned in to the welcoming lips and kissed Severus who responded instantly yet not moving in any other way. Just his lips were touching Harry's teasingly, softly, yet keenly.
Harry clasped Severus' fingers, pulled them apart, and then drew them forwards.
"Stand up, Severus." He said and stood up, pulling Severus gently to his feet. He took both their wands in one hand and Severus' slightly trembling right hand in his other. He steered the blindfolded man to the bedroom and saw with a surprise that the older wizard had arranged the chamber according to their needs tonight.
The whole room was lighted by floating black candles. The bed was covered with bottle green satin bed sheets. On the emerald blanket and pillows, crimson red and vivid orange rose petals were scattered across and the sentiment in that filled Harry's heart as if there were a ball of fire in his chest.
"Red represents love, courage, beauty and respect." Severus said in a low voice behind him as if reading his thoughts. "Orange symbolizes fascination and desire."
Harry nodded wordlessly and his eyes went to the equipment lined up on the nightstand. A thin riding crop with a small piece of leather at the front, a thicker rod, about as wide as Harry's pinkie, ropes and chains, in various length and thickness, masks, gags and several other things Harry didn't even know the name of.
He grasped Severus' hand tightly and staggered backwards a few unsteady steps.
"It's all right, Harry." Severus said when he stepped right behind the young man. "You don't have to do anything, you wouldn't like to do." Severus said as he caressed calmingly Harry's hand over his pulse point.
"I don't... I-I can't... Severus I can't use those on you." Harry whispered with shaking voice. "I can't hurt you."
"You do whatever you wish, Harry. If you feel uncomfortable or you have had enough just say 'orange'. If either of us says that word, we will stop with whatever we are doing. I do not want you to think I am forcing you to do this. I more than understand if you would not like to do any of this and you should know that if you prefer to take off the blindfold and return to our usual activities, it would not change a single aspect of our relationship."
"Alright," Harry said calmer now. "But I won't use those."
"As you wish." Severus said and Harry waved his wand towards the tools and made them disappear.
He turned towards his professor and looked over the man once more. Severus' black hair reached his shoulders and gave a beautiful contrast to the pale skin that shined in the candle light. As if Severus was aware of his exploring glance, he straightened up and took a deep breath. Harry saw the rising chest, the long, thin arms, the narrow hips, the protruding hipbones, and the dark hair that started under Severus' navel and went all the way down to the half hard cock that stirred under Harry's scrutiny.
Severus trusted him with something and he wouldn't betray that trust.
"Stay here, Severus. Don't move, don't do anything. I'll be back in a sec." Harry said with determination in his voice.
o.O.o
Severus nodded towards where he suspected Harry's face was. He stood motionless while he heard Harry step away from him. Suddenly there was a hand on his back, sliding from his shoulder down towards his hip and then to his front. He felt Harry's aura at his back and then a warm body pressed against him from behind. The hand was pressed down firmly as if it were hard for Harry to let him go. The thought warmed his heart.
"I will be back before you know it." Harry whispered against his nape and then kissed his skin lightly.
The warm body disappeared and he heard the door shut. His body was now more sensitive because his eyesight was masked and he had to lean on other senses. He heard voices from outside, one was Harry's but the other was high pitched and he wasn't sure who it belonged to.
Cold air caressed his backside when the door opened again and Harry came in the room. He heard him put something down on the nightstand. Anticipating shivers run through his whole body.
"Alright." Harry said and he was standing right in front of him again. "Severus." He heard his own name and his lips twitched slightly into a smile.
"Yes?" Severus asked and he could hear Harry's heavy gulp not two feet from him.
"Undress me." It was a clear command that made him instantly harder.
Severus reached toward Harry and let them slide on the thin material of Harry's shirt towards the top button. He undid it and a let his forefinger slide on the warm skin until he reached the second button. He heard Harry's sigh and knew the man had just dropped his head back slightly. He opened the third and the forth button as well, his movements were accompanied by Harry's ardent sighs.
Harry had his shirt tucked in so Severus grabbed the edges of the material and pulled on them until they slid out completely from the dark pants. He unbuttoned the shirt all the way down and slithered his hands over Harry's abdomen. He caressed the smooth skin all the way up. His middle fingers brushing over Harry's nipples on both sides drew a long intake of breath from the younger man. His fingers slid over Harry's slim shoulders and pressed the shirt down from them, completely down on Harry's arm until he heard it fall to the ground.
Severus didn't want to take his hands off Harry so he took the same route back again. When he reached Harry's pants, he unbuckled the belt and opened the fly. He started pushing down the pants, meanwhile he pushed Harry slightly backwards towards his bed. When the trousers were at Harry's knees, the young man sat down on the bed and Severus kneeled down in front of him again. He took off Harry's shoes and socks and pulled the heavy pants all the way down.
He knew Harry still had his underwear on, so he slid his hand upwards on the bony ankles and the muscled calves. He caressed the knees and the soft thigh before he pushed Harry's legs slightly apart. Harry must have known what he wanted because suddenly Severus felt him move and the legs beneath his finger rose up from the bed. Severus was sure Harry had pushed himself up, leaning on his hands.
Severus slid his fingertips beneath the soft material and started pulling it down slowly. He took a deep breath when he smelled the unmistakable scent of Harry's aroused state. He held himself back and kept doing only what Harry asked him to do. He pulled the boxers down and left them on the ground.
Harry moved again and he felt the radiating heat near his face and body.
"Lie on the bed, Severus." Harry's next command came from further above, the young man was standing again. He stood up too and kneeled on the centre of the bed. He felt the rose petals under his legs and palm, soft and fresh.
"On your back." Harry said seeing his hesitation and Severus complied.
He was in the middle of the bed and he heard Harry's movement around the bed. He felt fingers around his right wrist and then something soft sneaked around his hand. It wasn't a rope but something thinner and wider and much, much softer, like a scarf or a long silk fabric. At first, he thought Harry would tie him up lightly but there was a sudden and forceful tug and he couldn't move his right arm anymore.
Fear and excitement mixed in him as Harry tied up his other hand and both his legs as well. He yanked the restrain but his limbs barely moved, he was completely spread out on his back. Panic rose in him when he felt the bed sink under Harry's weight but in the meantime, he became harder.
Something dripped on his chest and then dribbled down to his stomach. It wasn't cold nor hot but Harry's wet tongue that was instantly on him burned his skin when they connected. He moaned loudly at the sudden touch not expecting anything like this.
Something wet touched down on him and Harry drew a long line with it starting from his collarbone and going towards the middle of his chest. He could smell something nicely sweet, not chocolate, something fresher and more natural. Then the tip of Harry's tongue touched him again, licked through the wet line while drawing another one on his left side. Huge droplets oozed out from the soft, malleable thing, tickling Severus as they dribbled down on his body. He shivered wildly and tensed against his restrain. A finger traced the long lines of wetness, smearing it. Severus gasped again and suddenly he felt wetness at his lips. For a second he thought it was Harry's lips and he wasn't far from the truth. Harry held something between his lips and slid it into Severus' mouth when he had opened his mouth to kiss the younger wizard. Deliciously sweet wetness came from the fresh, fleshy piece of peach that was so soft, it almost melted on his tongue.
Another slice of peach trailed his lower lips and the tip of Harry's tongue followed it closely. It went down the front of his neck and he could feel the nectar trickle down and assemble in the dip of his jugular notch.
He couldn't help but hiss abruptly when Harry, after long seconds, finally arrived to his navel with the fruit. He circled the peach around his belly button and then must have pressed it inches over Severus' skin because heavy droplets fall in his navel and Severus pushed himself away from the bed when he felt Harry's velvety tongue dip into it too.
o.O.o
Harry could see that Severus' erection was painfully hard, smearing wet precome on his stomach as he was twisting his groin. Harry was unsure that his actions were what Severus had in mind, but it was clear to him, that the man liked it. He licked his lips as he glided the sweet peach over Severus' erection from the very tip to its base however, he didn't lick it yet. He wanted to wait with that. He repeated the motion and saw with a satisfied smirk how Severus had to bite into his lips while his hips buckled up.
He dropped the peach on the plate Dobby brought him previously, and took out an ice cube. It was time for a little change. He placed a leg over Severus and sat on the man's thighs carefully avoiding any contact with his cock. He took the ice cube between his lips and started drawing circles and all kinds of motives over Severus' slim body. He saw the little goose bumps rise everywhere he went.
Even though Severus was tied up, Harry slid his hands over the man's outstretched arms and held him down strongly. His fingers were clasping rigidly around the slim wrist and Harry knew it would leave some marks behind just like the soft fabric.
He touched the ice cube to Severus' nipple and the man moaned harshly. He did it again with the other one then took the hard nipple into his mouth with the ice cube and sucked it fervently. Harry knew the ice-cold touch must have burned Severus' skin but he must have liked the feeling because Harry had never seen him this ecstatic.
Severus was thrashing beneath Harry wildly, pressing against the restraint so violently he almost tore the fabric. Harry went further down on Severus and was almost at the end of the bed when he leaned over the man again. The ice cube had already melted in his mouth but his tongue was still numb and icy. He bent over the other's crotch and licked over Severus' balls.
Severus shouted in ecstasy and Harry repeated the motion, sucking on the balls feverishly, while digging his fingernails into the lower half of Severus thighs, and drawing several long red lines. Severus' cock twitched in response and next Harry carved his nails into the inner side of Severus' leg, while driving his still icy tongue over the full length of the man's hard erection. To his surprise Severus whined loudly again, silently begging for more.
But Harry sat up and took in his hand his own hard erection. The cock ring was so tight around it now that it hurt Harry but in a pleasant way. He moaned feverishly at the connection between his sensitive skin and his hands. That gave him an idea. He slid the tip of his cock over Severus right leg and he gasped at the feeling. He went on and nudged his cock to Severus' balls then lightly over the older man's length.
Severus was trying to get out of the restraint badly, he was wriggling under Harry like a captive bird.
Harry took Severus' hard manhood in his hand too and pulled at both, once, twice and third time, each pull accompanied by several enthusiastic moans from Severus. Then he let go of Severus, moved a bit further up, and caressed the other with his own erection leaving trails of pre-come on the way. As he looked down on their bodies, spotting the wet spots on the sweaty, pale skin it felt incredibly sinful but he couldn't help thinking it was erotic and stimulating.
When he gently sat on Severus chest, he was sure the man already knew what he was up to. Severus' lips parted and he licked them while he was panting hard. Harry grasped into the black velvety hair and raised Severus head by a couple of inches. When the man's hot breathing first touched his cock, Harry flinched wildly but then as if feeling how close he was, Severus' tongue darted out and licked the tip of Harry's cock. With that, Harry pushed his erection inside Severus' wet mouth and almost came as the man started sucking it.
He put a hand on the headboard steadying himself, before he pushed deeper between Severus lips. Severus moaned around him and the sound vibrated on his cock. Harry almost came but that bloody ring didn't let him and he was close to crying. Frustrated he thrust into Severus' mouth, carefully balancing between being forceful but not savage.
"Mmm... fuck..." He moaned desperately, panting wildly just like Severus. "Fuck...Severus...t- that's so good."
Severus murmured again and sucked him more harshly, wicked slurping sounds coming from his mouth. Harry tugged at the fistful of hair in his palm and steadied Severus mouth so he wouldn't be able to move then slowing slightly down he fucked Severus' mouth driving deeper and deeper. Suddenly he heard a ripping sound and felt long fingers clasping around his hip, seizing him firmly. Severus pulled his hips forwards urging him with fingernails dashing into his skin to thrust deeper and faster and Harry complied happily, his hips bucking wildly back and forth.
Harry was seeing stars but he still couldn't come, the cock ring holding him back. With a final keen thrust, he slid out from between the luscious lips and got off Severus as well. He was standing next to the bed and looked at the man in front of him. Severus was a hot, flustered, aroused mess, Harry thought. His body was shining with sweat, dried pre-come glimmered on several spots all over his skin, his beautiful erection wet and hard, his pale chest rising and falling in a fast rhythm, his lips blood red and swollen, his cheeks pink with ecstasy, his black mane wiggling unruly on the emerald pillows.
"You're incredibly gorgeous, Severus." Harry murmured before he could even think about it. Severus turned his blindfolded face towards him and smiled.
Harry reached up and took one of the candles. He tilted it slightly over his own arm and the black wax dripped over his skin. He hissed at the burning pain.
He sat back over Severus' leg and tilted the candle again. Black wax slithered down on the inner side of Severus' thigh and the man gasped loudly then moaned fervently trashing his head from one side to the other.
Harry tipped the candle again and drew a long line of wax up till Severus' balls, then spread it. He dripped another line almost right around the man's weeping erection, while he slid his palm over the rigid shaft. Severus' free hand clasped around the fabric and twisted in agonising arousal.
Harry shifted his body so that he could sit on Severus' erection, pressing against him, rolling his hips with every drip of wax that came down over the pale skin. The beautiful contrast registered in Harry's mind even though he was almost blind from the ecstasy. Severus' alabaster skin was covered with black wax and shining pre-come and Harry knew neither of them could hold on much longer. He had never seen Severus so aroused.
He let go of the candle that floated back to its rightful place and grabbed a little bottle of lubricant from the nightstand. He poured a fair amount of the amber liquid over his palm then wetted Severus' erection with it, making it almost soak in the warm fluid.
"H-Harry, wait..." Severus moaned between the firm strokes. "You... You know you can... you can do anything to me. I am ready for... for anything... for... you." He stuttered hoarsely and for a second Harry imagined how it would be to glide his erection into Severus' wet hole and fuck the man, who was tied up and barely able to move but this wasn't how he wanted to do it the first time.
"Maybe next time..." He whispered to Severus as he grabbed the hard erection and lowered himself on it slowly. At that moment, he was sure the ring was going to break around his arousal. Both of them were crying noisily at the incredible contact as he moved on Severus' rigid shaft. His eyes were closed tightly from pleasure; his whole body was shaking wildly with lust. Severus' enthusiastic cries made him harder and keener, inciting him to move faster, to let Severus in deeper.
Harry felt Severus almost vibrate under him and he saw light behind his closed eyes. He was close, so close. Long fingers were around his cock. The metal ring cut into his sensitive skin as Severus removed it slowly. He heard a distant click as it landed on the floor but his hearing was mainly focused on the lustful and keen moans coming from his partner as he pushed his slim hips up wildly. Harry rose and slammed down his body on Severus' shaft, each thrust bursting millions of stars in his vision.
Harry leaned forward to kiss Severus who rose up as much as his restrained hand let him, meeting Harry halfway waiting for him with swollen red lips ready to tear at Harry's. As they kissed Harry felt a strange but comfortable warmness build up in his stomach but the feeling was forgotten as Severus came in him with a forceful thrust that sent Harry over the edge too, shooting his seed all over Severus' stomach and chest. He felt as if his orgasm would never stop. His lips were sealed on Severus' as they both moaned and gasped, their hard cocks twitching and still shooting semen.
Exhausted and unable to move, Severus collapsed on the bed and Harry followed him, landing on his chest, panting wildly as if he had just run a marathon. Lying on Severus feeling boneless he conjured the rest of his strength and grabbed his wand from the nightstand. He pointed them at the three remaining scarves that held Severus down and charmed them away with the blindfold, as well. He casted a murmured cleaning charm on Severus, his mind barely registering how beautiful the man looked with the frozen black wax and opal semen mixing on his chest.
Through the haze in his head, he noticed the bruised wrists; the red marks already starting to darken. Other raw red bruises covered Severus' body, who was still panting and twisting slightly as if his orgasm hadn't passed yet. Harry dipped the rag in the healing potion –another item he previously requested from Dobby- and started mopping it on the bruised area.
Though his mind was half asleep, he made sure to heal all the scars and red marks on the pale skin. He only registered the light moans and gasps he earned from Severus after he was done and, with eyes closed tightly, he fell on the man again, letting the rag drop off from his hand.
"You okay?" He breathed against the now slowly rising and falling chest.
Fingers tugged into his hair and Severus murmured a reassuring "Mmm..."
Harry opened his eyes to look at the man beneath him before he would fell asleep but he suddenly froze.
"Severus!" He said with a terrified, shaking voice. "Severus, something is wrong!" The previous numbness and weariness vanished and panic took its place.
Severus snapped his eyes open and stared at Harry with an alarmed look. Panic flickered in his eyes as he realized what Harry meant.
Harry sat up shaking as he watched the silvery light that beamed from Severus' body and noticed with horror that his own skin was emitting a golden glow too.
"Wh-what's happening, Severus?" Harry asked bewildered, reaching out for Severus' hand but too scared to move any other way. Severus grabbed his hand and when they touched, there was a flash of bright light and for a second neither of them knew what had happened. The blinding flash ebbed away and they found themselves in a web of gold and platinum silver strings shining brightly; the gold ones coming from Harry, the silver ones emitted by Severus' body. Where their bodies touched, the strings attached themselves together.
"What... is this?" Harry asked studying the continuously swirling, strings of light. Whatever it was, it came from Severus' chest, most likely rooted in his heart, Harry thought observing the man's body. He looked down at himself too and noticed how the gold beams were more crowded over his heart too. He tried to touch them in the air but his fingers floated through them as if the strings weren't even there.
"You see them too, right?" He asked Severus wildly. The man nodded wordlessly. He let go of Harry's hand to try to touch the beams himself and as their hands came apart the stings entwined their arms, shifting and twirling, pulsing with bright light.
Testing the weird light, Harry pushed his hand closer to Severus and when their hands were close enough, the silvery strings reached out and entangled around his hand and arm, while his golden beams went around Severus fingers and up his arms too. When they touched, the silver beams around him started pulsing like blood in vein, and interlaced with the golden ones.
"Is this...?" Harry stared hesitantly.
"Magic." Severus said calmly. "Our magic."
"But why...?"
"Is it visible?" Severus finished smiling. "Harry, I think – and please don't be alarmed – I think we're... bonding." Severus said surprised and as if the gleaming string of magic wanted to agree it started pulsing intensely.
"What do you mean bonding?" Harry asked bewildered. "And what do you mean 'don't be alarmed'? Should I be scared? But bonding sounds... good." He said frowning, playing with swirling strings as he kept touching Severus here and there.
"If you are bonded with someone, it means you two belong together."
"I knew that." Harry said. "I mean, I know we belong together. But why is this happening?" He asked stretching the entangled golden and platinum cords between their bodies.
"No, you don't understand. This is magic, very powerful magic, happening right here and now. This is like the ancient magic of protection you had against Voldemort only stronger, a million times stronger, that's why you see it. It is not about protection but belonging and connection. This," Severus said pointing around them, "is our magic connecting."
"That's... good. Right?"
"No Harry, what if something happens to me? What if I die? A war is about to break out. If something happens to me, who's to tell what kind of life awaits you. There's a chance you will never find love again." Severus said miserably.
"You idiot." Harry said slowly and Severus raised a brow in surprise. "Bond or no bond, I could never find love again." Harry said looking into the onyx eyes. "You're the only one for me, Severus."
"You cannot know that. You're still young Harry, your whole life is still ahead." Severus said and Harry could detect sadness in his voice.
"Yes, a life I'd like to spend with you." Harry said quickly with emphasis on the last word.
"Harry listen to me love," Severus said, sitting up. "You are fifteen years old. Fifteen."
"No," Harry interrupted before Severus could say something he would regret. "I told you at the very beginning that I don't care if you are older than me, or that you are my Professor. I'm fully aware that our relationship is against the law and not one day goes by without me thinking about what if Dumbledore finds out about us and he arrests you or something. Maybe I am just fifteen years old but during those fifteen years I've came across things that would have killed most people. But not me; I survived Severus. You might think I'm just a hormone struck teen but my love for you is as strong as it ever could be. So believe me when I say, my love will not change just because I grow up or become of age. I would die for you, Severus. Happily and without a single hesitation, because I know life without you would be meaningless. So you know what, I don't care if we're bonded or not because it doesn't mean anything. I could not be happy without you and I don't need any magic to tell me that." Harry finished defiantly.
"Harry, I want you to be happy, even if I won't be here, I just-"
"Why would you not be here?" Harry asked slightly scared.
"Oh Harry, surely you haven't forgotten about the madman who's after you. I'm spying on Voldemort for Merlin's sake, and to be honest I cannot be very optimistic about my future." Severus said quietly.
"What if I die and you survive, do you think you could fall in love again?" Harry asked suddenly.
"You will not die, Harry."
"Answer me, Severus. Could you?"
"Of course not." Severus said quietly. "Never."
"Neither could I. And if you doubt that, look around us Severus. I'm not an expert but I don't think this web of magic would be here if either of us was meant to love someone else too."
The light beams started pulsing eagerly again as if showing agreement. Severus leaned forward and pulled Harry in for a tight embrace. The magic around them started swirling faster now as if they had started a reaction. It wasn't just gold and silver anymore, it shined with every shade of the two colours and Harry had to admit, it was beautiful.
"I love you Harry." He heard Severus whisper the words gently in his ear. "I love you more than anything." The light the magical strings emitted was almost blinding now. "Nothing will change that."
The gold and platinum cords were swirling around them so fast now, they created a wind that surrounded them in a tight shell. Harry could feel the strings streaming all around him, ruffling his hair as if he were flying on his Firebolt.
"What now...?" He asked uncertain.
"Kiss me Harry." Severus whispered softly tilting Harry's head towards him and Harry happily obliged.
When they lips met, he wind around them became even stronger and suddenly they found themselves in a hurricane of the swirling gold and silver strings of pure, blinding magic. The wind was powerful but Harry wasn't even slightly afraid as Severus was there with him, his warm lips caressing him softly, his arms holding them together firmly, not ever letting go of him.
The wind vanished as suddenly as it came. They broke the kiss and looked around. The room looked as if nothing had happened.
Harry however knew they'd changed everything. Severus was beaming at him as he leaned slightly back and raised a hand in front of his eyes, examining it. His silvery strings of magic became stronger and thicker while other golden cords, thin as hairbreadth, were twirling around the silver ones. Harry looked at his own hand and saw that it was the same, only in his case his golden strings were surrounded with the continuously whirling platinum ones.
Severus reached for his wand on the nightstand, and performed a simple levitating spell. His wand emitted the same kind of cords however in light purple colour that was interlaced with his silver and gold.
"Fascinating." He murmured looking at the single purple string that came from his chest. The same purple colouring appeared at the end of Harry's fingers however he wasn't making any magic.
"Uhm... Severus?" Harry asked hesitantly. "Are we going to glow like this all the time we are in the same room? Because that would raise some interesting questions I think."
Severus laughed and Harry was pleased to see that the web of magic around them seemed to shine brighter and swirled faster for a second.
"I doubt it. I think we can only see this now because the bonding is not finished yet."
"Not finished yet?" Harry asked. "What else do we have to do to finish it?" He said not completely able to repress a wicked smile.
Severus laughed again (and the web shined brighter for a second) but shook his head.
"Nothing. You see how your magic is swirling around mine?" he asked holding up his hand again. "They are connecting. Right now, I mean. It's a process. Your magic streams through mine like a river and cleans it. You see those black strings?" Severus pointed out a bundle of cords Harry hadn't even noticed so far. "That is Dark Magic. Your magic is still gold because you have never cast Dark Magic. I however have done it several times, hence the black cords and the silvery colour of my magic. Dark Magic, you see, is like a disease, it infects your magic. I imagine if we could map out Voldemort's, it would completely consist of black strings and dark light."
Severus leaned back and pulled Harry over him before continuing.
"If you look closely here," he said, pointing at a black lace, "you can see how your magic heals mine. It spins around the sick cord and cleans it. Amazing." Severus whispered in awe. "No other kind of magic can do this, you understand. For a person like Voldemort this would mean nothing. But for me Harry, this is like redemption."
They lay quiet for a few minutes watching as their magic spun calmly around them.
"You are not without benefits, either." Severus said suddenly.
"I'm with you," Harry said. "I don't need anything else."
"This magic doesn't work like that, Harry. It's based on equivalent exchange." Severus smiled. "Have you seen how fractions of the levitation spell showed up in your magic? No matter how far away we are, our magic will stay connected. Whatever magic I do it will show up on your web too and vice versa. However as your magic was pure when the bonding started and mine wasn't, from now on no matter how many Dark spells you conjure, if you will ever, your magic will remain pure. My magic, you see, would fade sooner that let yours become soiled with Darkness. It is frankly beautiful if you think about it. As a human, I would rather die than let you die. It is an instinct everyone has who truly loves someone. However, we are not just humans; we are wizards. And what is the most important thing to a wizard, Harry?"
"Magic." Harry said.
"Exactly. We are not sure yet about the true entity of Magic itself, but we know it does have an entity. The way it is bonding with someone else's magic, the way the wand chooses its master; it all proves that there has to be some kind of power that is able to connect. This is the purest power on this world. Your magic is still untouched; it is pure, unsoiled and innocent. My magic would never let yours become soiled with the Darkness too, because that would mean your magic would lose its true potential, its perfection, its life. So the same way as I, a man in love, would die for you, my magic would die off sooner than let yours become impure. And that's the deepest love a wizard can ever show; this bonding means, we are willing to sacrifice our magic, the very thing that makes us who we are, for the other. Even Voldemort would die than live forever without magic."
"So you can lose your magic if I cast a dark curse on someone?" Harry asked looking into Severus' eyes worriedly. This sounded very sweet and all but, he really didn't want Severus to lose his only weapon because Harry did something stupid or maybe necessary.
"My magic is strong, Harry, one curse will not destroy it. If you were to go on a killing rampage now casting the Death Curse on everyone you come across, it still would take a couple of years. It would weaken me most likely though."
"I don't want that." Harry said sadly, nuzzling against Severus neck.
"Oh but that's the beauty of it all. Between those moments, when you are not killing people you would still keep healing me, you see. That is why it would take that long. And as long as you keep healing my magic it would be very hard for anyone to make it fade. Oh the beauty of ancient magic." Severus sighed kissing the top of Harry's head.
Harry felt his mind dizzy from all the new information. The light and the magic strings were still visible around them, however they seemed slightly duller now as if they were close to completing the bonding. His eyes sealed tightly as he felt Severus cover them up with a blanket. He felt like he was so tired he could sleep through the whole weekend but then a thought occurred to him.
"Do you think we will shine like this during sex?" Harry smiled against the warm body next to his.
"Probably." Severus said not opening his eyes.
"Can we try it out?" Harry asked, blinking up at Severus with heavy eyelids and a giddy smile.
"Idiot." Severus laughed but pulled him closer. "We can test that theory later. Now, however, sleep."
TBC
Now tell me tell me tell me what do you think? How was the BDSM? Awkward and shitty or enjoyable and hot? Did you like Lucius/Severus part? I must confess that's my guilty pleasure. How about the bonding? Boring? What about John Coke's story? The Pixi part is actually a thing, I read that legend in wikipedia. So uhm yeah, it's true. Well I mean partly true. Well... partly.. legend. thing. Anyway how about Severus? Bit OOC but he's in love soo... forgive me?
Every word opens a new gate and your words open my word doc so keep the comments coming pretty please. I hope this chapter was worth waiting for and that the sex wasn't too boring after all this time. Neither was the plot, hopefully.
Anyway just look at them, so cute and cuddly, freshly bonded and so in love. Isn't it nice? I guess it's time to shake things up a bit. I mean you didn't expect this bliss to hold on forever, did you? That's right, you know what comes now: DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA
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