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Hello! I hope you're not planning to kill me because of the delay. I know it has taken me a long time to update but, please, let me live at least until the release of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince… or better, some days after to let me the time to read it. Lol.
In any case, I thank you for your reviews (sorry to have not answered to everyone). I hope you'll like this chapter. Big kisses :)
I also thank the persons who encourage me for my exams. I had a written essay in English and an oral exam (which I feared awfully. Lol) and I succeeded the both. I was happy :)
And a special thanks and thought to my beta-reader, Yolande.
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Chapter 10 : A sulfurous plan
The morning after, Harry awoke still tired. The evening before, he had held a long conversation with Hermione who had firmly recalled him that the week 'of observation' would finish the next day. Today, therefore, was the last day. He did not know how he had succeeded to prolong the delay with another week nor, especially, where all the arguments he had found to convince her with had come from.
A little but disturbing voice had then whispered to him that, perhaps, his desire for his potions master had no small part in that.
When satisfied with his improvisation and his success, Harry finally entered the boys' dormitory, where Seamus had badgered him with questions. Harry had stopped him very quickly, promising to speak with him the day after but now, as he took his belongings to go to wash, he was regretting not having talked to him the day before. He knew what the young Irishman was going to say to him, or rather to demand and he did not want at all to face the dispute which he saw coming at the horizon.
After having prepared himself, Harry went down in company of Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall to have their breakfast. When they were comfortable at the table, the gaze of the young emerald-eyed Gryffindor derived immediately towards the table of the professors and clung to the black-clothed wizard who was staring at him with covetousness. Snape looked elsewhere when their eyes met each other.
Harry tried to concentrate his thoughts on that single person but it was really difficult when another one, next to him, was provoking him unconsciously with his own thoughts.
'She's beautiful' he thought with despair. 'How could she want me one day? She's so intelligent. Oh Hermione, if you knew... '
"Yes and me I know!" said Harry, losing his temper while looking at his red-haired friend. He had enough of hearing Ron sigh daily and deplore his own fate when he saw that the boy did not try anything whereas Hermione would ardently have wanted it. "And all that I can say to you is to get things started!"
Ron looked his friend with wide eyes then glanced at Hermione who was staring at Harry with a dumbfounded expression.
"You'll succeeded, Ron. You're an excellent keeper!…"
A very amazed Ron was still gazing Harry while Hermione was in despair about the always repetitive subject of the boys conversation.
"Quidditch again!" she sighed, rolling her eyes before beginning to talk with Ginny who was sitting next to her.
"... Your ally is only waiting for that. It's what she wants... for a long time, now. But you're so blinded by the rain that you don't see the signs for the game's tactics that she casts you. Sometimes, you know how to receive the quaffle but you let it too often slip into your goals. So, take the initiative and anticipate! Go Ron! You will win the cup much quicker than you think!"
Harry stopped speaking and stared at Ron to see if he had understood everything. Now, the red-haired young man was eyeing Hermione as if she was a quaffle that he wanted to catch and keep. That fact reassured the raven-haired Gryffindor and he sighed in relief. Then, he turned his head towards the teachers table but he discovered that his potions master was not present anymore. He lowered his eyes, disappointed.
He wanted him. Harry desperately wanted his professor and he also wanted to have his place in his bed as in his heart. He knew that Snape desired him but Harry wanted more.
'I want his love too' he thought while an idea as daring, as extravagant was crossing his mind. Would he dare?
He started to eat slowly, thinking of the consequences that the implement of this idea could bring about. Was he going to act like this?
A smile appeared on his lips as he remembered that the Gryffondors, with their courage, dared everything.
OOOoooOOOoooOOO
"Harry! Harry!"
The green-eyed young man turned to the call of his first name and sighed, ill at ease, when he saw Seamus running towards him.
Arrived close to him, Seamus said, "I have to talk to you, Harry!"
The Irish wizard was looking at him with a peremptory eyes what prevented Harry from pushing back again the interview. Moreover, he thought that it was better to regulate everything as fast as possible.
"Yes, Seamus but if it's a private discussion that you want to have with me, it's not really the ideal place" he answered, showing him the corridor of the library which was far from being deserted. "And I remind you that I must pass my potions practice test in about fifteen minutes..."
"It will be sufficient" retorted the blond with a strange gleam in his eyes. "Come on. Let's go towards the dungeons together while I explain you. Concerning me, my lessons start only in one hour."
Harry agreed slowly while putting away, in his bag, a book with a dark blue cover which he had just borrowed. They were beginning to descend the multiple staircases in a heavy silence when Seamus broke it abruptly.
"Harry, I-I would like you to give us a chance. No!" he exclaimed, seeing Harry's mouth open to cut him in. "I already know your arguments, Harry! But I really like you and I can't get you out of my head. I want us to try to have a relationship. I think that we would be very good together."
"Seamus" started the raven-haired boy with an embarrassed tone of voice. "I thought that you understood. I do not want to make you suffer more and I know that I would make it if we were dating, even only one day."
"You still have sights on the other guy? " he asked with a jealous brusqueness.
"It's none of your business, Seamus! "
"Tell me Harry! "the blond exclaimed, violently pushing Harry against the wall of the emptied dungeons that they had finally reached. "Are you already dating him? Are you in love with him? Is he better than me?"
The suffering which he perceived in the voice of his friend broke Harry's heart and he responded with softness, "I'm not dating him yet but I hope to do it soon. Yes, I'm in love with him and better than you… no, because you are both two different ones and I love you both but in a different way."
The eyes of Seamus had veiled tears and his face was twisted in an intense expression of pain. He closed his eyelids for two seconds then reopened them and agreed slowly with an unhappy movement of head.
"I understand Harry. I don't want to hurt you either and I could only bring you pain if I would persist whereas you love another person. Just know that I wouldn't forget you, Harry" he said, cherishing the boy's cheek with sadness. "You were the first to make me feel as many things. I was well with you... even if we weren't really together."
A single tear ran along the left cheek of Seamus and Harry swept it away tenderly with his thumb.
"I wouldn't forget you either Seamus. I was also well with you but... but... you understand."
Seamus lowered his eyes and agreed again. Then, he took a deep inspiration and raised them towards Harry.
"Can I – Can I kiss you? Just a last time? Like to tell you good-bye? To say good-bye to what it could have been if... "
Harry still stroked the cheek of his friend and nodded his head in approval.
The Irish advanced his head towards Harry's and put softly his lips on his own. He was just kissing them, touching the pink skin lightly. Then, he pressed a little more with tenderness and it is in that position that Draco Malfoy discovered them.
"And look at those fags!" he exclaimed with a sarcastic tone of voice.
Seamus jumped and moved back quickly while Harry, after also having been startled, looked at the Slytherin with disdain.
"Have fun? Want to rent a room perhaps?" the blond continued, laughing with contempt. "Who would have believed it? Finnegan and Potty? Two queers! "
Seamus tightened his fists while growling, ready to rush on the Slytherin but Harry retained him.
"Seeing that you are also a queer - as you say - I believe that you don't have anything to judge" said the Boy-Who-Lived.
Draco faded terribly while Seamus opened his eyes excessively.
'How does he know? How does he know?' was repeating Draco in his head.
"You believe that I never saw you Malfoy?" Harry began again sharply. "You believe that I never see your calculating gaze on me, planning on the manner for you to put me in your bed? I'm neither blind nor interested, Malfoy, then go and speak with someone that that is interested!" Then, turning to Seamus who, apparently, still could not get over it, he added, "Thank you for your understanding. You'll always remain a faithful friend for me. I must go now! If not, then Snape will remove us points. See you soon!"
"See you!" he echoed, seeing Harry leave.
When this last passed beside Malfoy, he did not cast a single glance at him, pronounced no word. So did the Slytherin. Everything had been said, there were nothing to add.
OOOoooOOOOoooOOO
Harry left the room, cheeks flushed and with a short breathe.
He absolutely needed to find a deserted and especially near place to release himself immediately. He walked quickly towards the toilets and locked up in one of the cabins in which he cast a silencing spell.
He unbuttoned the lower part of his robes then undid his trousers which he lowered instantaneously, bringing his boxers with them. He groaned when his fingers were rolled up around his painfully inflated member. His hand started a fast back and forth movement while he reminded him the thoughts of Snape when he was passing his practice test of potion.
'Oh Merlin! What an arousing position! Harry, you turn me on! You excite me so much! Oh yes, bend down a little bit more! Yeeees, like this... if only I could just drive my cock deep inside your tight and hot little arse…' the man had thought when Harry was making his potion.
'You are so beautiful and sexy that by doing you, Nature must cry with jealousy... And this sensual swaying walk blimey! Do not come too close to me, Harry, otherwise you risk to find something you're not expecting' he had continued in his head.
That display had largely disturbed the young Gryffondor who had been almost about to miss his potion on several occasions. At the end of his examination, it was of an irreproachable red blood color but too much fluid to be perfect.
'And these hands! His hands! As I would like to see them on my body! Touch me Harry, kiss me, stroke me, suck me. Oh yes that mouth !... Make me come with only your lips... '
Harry felt his erection vibrate stronger under his fingers and, with his thumb, he touched the sensitive and wet head of his hot member which was craving his contacts.
'Do you think of me when you stroke yourself Harry?'
"Oh yes, yes" he moaned while his seed spouted out, releasing him from all his tension.
It was an absolute necessary that he put his plan in execution. As of today!
OOOoooOOOoooOOO
Now, it grew dark and Harry could hear his roommates sleeping peacefully. In the shelter of his bed's curtains, he was opening the dark blue-covered book he had borrowed from the library as soon as he had been able to. Apparently, the book was popular and in great demand. He looked at the contents and found the chapter he was interested in. It thus turned the pages until finding what it sought and started to read.
'There exist several kinds of love potion of which the most popular and used are two. One of them is very easy to prepare. It does not require high capacities in potion and... '
Very concentrated and interested on his research, Harry stopped on the disadvantages of the potion. He absolutely wanted his plan to work and that even a potions master as talented as Snape, would not notice the trickery.
'... This potion is to be used with precaution because it can be turned over against his creator. Indeed, the desired person must imperatively see their admirer first if this one wants to be made some love. The first glance is determining and irremediable except if one manages an antidote... '
Harry did not continue his reading further. He could not make Snape believe that it was him – his professor - the first person he would have seen.
'Without any doubt, the second potion is more effective and targeted. It is realizable with more difficulty but let the person who is in love to be sure that the object of their desire will flame in a blind passion for them... '
Harry was reading the list of the ingredients when he stopped again. Shit! He needed a hair of Snape! Or anything belonging physically to Snape. The smart man wouldn't swallow that either. Harry pushed a little more his reading all the same and gave up definitively when he saw that one of the antidotes could make lose the memory of their moments of passion to the 'victim' and knowing Snape, he would give him to drink this antidote.
"There is really no one which could suit me?" Harry murmured for himself.
What he was looking for was a potion which would be relatively easy to realize for his level. It was necessary that Snape would not have any doubt about the veracity of the story he wanted to make up - what would be difficult seeing the natural mistrust of the man.
Obviously, the Gryffindor did not have the intention of making this love potion. He just wanted to make Snape believe that an unknown person would have prepared it to give him, Harry, to drink, but that the potion would not have functioned as it would have had. Thus, Harry would be able to find himself in his teacher's arms, kissing him, stroking him and declaring him his love in all impunity. He knew that the plan was not the most convenient one but he wanted so much to touch his professor that he was ready and feeling bold. And no serious consequence could result from this since he knew that Snape wanted him already... would it?
His beautiful green eyes illuminated when they slipped on the few lines of a potion which seemed to have been created for his plan. A large smile took shape on his lips while he read, 'The passion potion is between the potion of desire and the love potion. It is a preparation more complicated than difficult where a certain logic is of setting... '
Harry detailed the receipt and thought that, most certainly, it couldn't be conceived by everyone but only by reading it well, he would be able to prepare it perfectly. So, he continued his reading.
... of a beautiful and very dark orange color to the gold reflections, it has the pleasant taste of... '
"Banana?" he read with an astonished pleasure. He would have to go in the kitchens to take one of them and eat it before throwing himself in the arms of Snape.
... once the antidote is drunk, the person having swallowed the passion potion does not remember at all this episode of ignited desire and unconditional love. This fact is not at all due to the antidote but to the potion itself. The antidote can, in no case, remove these memories... '
"Yeah!" exclaimed Harry, hopping almost in joy on his bed. Snape was not going to give him any additional potion to erase his memories considering he would believe that his student had no memory about their moments of passion. Harry would thus keep his delicious memories while being certain not to be punished. He would ignite the desire of his professor and who knows... perhaps later... Snape would notice that he would be in love with him...
Harry started to daydream and did not realize, a few minutes later, than he had sunk into sleep.
OOOoooOOOoooOOO
Harry closed his eyes a short moment and breathed deeply.
It was 8:30 p.m. and he was in front of the door of his potions master's office. He had to play his role until the end and neither him nor Snape would complain.
He breathed deeply again and opened the door without knocking. He closed it in a sharp slapping and walked quickly towards the desk where, as he had made sure of it previously, Snape was alone, grading some essays.
The man stared at him with an icy but surprised gaze whereas, inwardly, he was groaning to see his pupil wearing tight black clothes which did not let any place of imagination.
"What are you doing here, Potter!" spat Snape with venom. "And you did not knock on the door! Ten points from Gryff... Potter! What the hell…?"
Harry had moved forwards to reach the imposing desk without saying a word. Then, he had straddled his teacher's laps and now, he was biting tenderly the man's ear lobe.
"If you take points from my House, I would have to regain them, Professor. And if you know how to remove things, then let's start by my trousers! I feel so tight inside it... Do you understand what I mean or do you want me to show you?"
Snape had opened wide his eyes and his breath was strangely short by now.
"Potter" he gasped. "What's got into you?"
"I hoped that it would be you, Professor" he purred, moving his hips against his potions master's.
This one was totally taken aback by the clear invitation his student had just done him but the protests he had beginning to exclaim drowned by Harry who was devouring his face and his neck with burning kisses.
"Potter!" he tried to object while his hips started to answer to this lascivious dance. He felt his cock harden more at the same time as a heat wave was spreading in his body.
"Oh Severus! You have the most beautiful arse I ever saw. I would like to kiss it. Tell me you want it too! ... "
All the members of Snape were shaking now and he was fighting hard not to tell him "Yes". He contracted his fingers on the desk to forbid them to run all over the hot body which was so passionately offered to him and he tried to immobilize his hips which seemed not to be able to stop undulating under those of his student.
"No, Potter" he panted desperately. "W-We... s-shouldn't ... do... that... Mmm... Stop Pot- Ooh..."
Harry was stroking his teacher's chest while licking the lobe of his other ear. He could slightly feel a hard nipple under the dark material and that simple touch was driving him mad.
"Stop Pot-ter!" ordered Snape more firmly, pushing him back. "Now we should stop!"
The man's hips still riveted on his, Harry arched his lower back while Snape, with his two hands, was maintaining his chest far away from him. The young man took advantage of that position by grabbing the collar of his own black tee-shirt and tearing it. By doing that, Snape's hands were found on his naked and slightly tanned torso and the Gryffondor groaned.
Severus withdrew his hands as fast as possible and Harry could return squeezing his body against him. His strong arms surrounded Snape's neck and Harry murmured a lascivious "I love you" before capturing the slim lips between his.
Severus had tensed when he had heard his pupil declaration of love but he relaxed when he felt a hot tongue invading his mouth to caress his. He wanted it so much! And for a so long time! He kissed him back with boldness, licking the tender lips he had dreamt of so often, tasting the boy's flavour before jumping when a daring hand put itself on his crotch to start to tease it.
"Oh no, Harry! Stop! If you don't, I won't succeed to stop myself either!"
"But I don't want you or me to stop, love!" moaned Harry before passing his tongue on the man's lips.
Severus tried once again to push him back but Harry took his pale hand in his and carried it to his mouth. While staring at him with his intensely green eyes, he licked his forefinger slowly, beginning by the tip to continue all over the soft skin until its base. Then he took it into his mouth and started a sensual back and forth pass. Soon, he freed the finger, letting his tongue slide between the index and the middle fingers before giving this last the same treatment. His tongue was teasing his shivering flesh in a very slow rhythm and it tortured him. Harry passed to the ring finger then to the little finger which he tasted with the same dexterity. Finally, his warm and wet tongue slipped on Snape's palm of which he took delight in before reaching the thicker and tender flesh at the base of the thumb that he bit gently.
Severus was mesmerized by this sight and this mouth which tormented him so deliciously. He saw the reddened lips of his student close again around each of his fingers with an expression of ecstasy in his face that he would have liked to see in another occasion, in another place that he called his bedroom. He was quivering of desire at those simple thoughts.
Harry perceived the thousands thoughts of his teacher and that excited him more. He knew that what he was doing to him was pleasing Severus and he really wanted to please him. Very much.
As soon as all the fingers of Severus had been cleverly honoured, Harry made them slide of his mouth to his neck then his chest. He enjoyed this stolen moment as if it was the last and continued the soft progression of this pale and elegant hand towards his belly then, lower.
Snape retained his breath when he felt his palm wandering in places where it should never have had access and where he was eager to penetrate.
Harry made the hand of his teacher come back up on his flat belly, his golden chest and his neck before taking again his index in his mouth to suck it delicately. Then, he withdrew it languorously and approached it of Snape's lips.
"Taste" he said with a voice buckled by desire.
He buried the index finger of the man in the mouth of this one and saw Severus sucking it in his turn.
"It's my turn now!" whispered Harry, pushing back gently the hand to take possession of the thin lips once again.
Severus kissed him again and again and, while an alarm bell more persistent than ever howled in his head and abruptly, he understood why.
And his heart sank.
The taste which he could feet in Harry's mouth, it was banana. He had obviously seen that his student had adopted a strange behaviour towards him but he had thought... he had believed...
His feelings were not real. His declaration of love was fake. His caresses were forced by a potion which he knew and of which, apparently, he had not sufficiently been wary.
He pushed Harry back gently but firmly and immobilized him with a quick 'Impedimenta' after having risen of the chair.
He did not want Potter to continue caresses and other kisses the boy did not really want.
He went to seek an antidote in his cupboard and returned towards his pupil.
The only consolation he had was that Harry would not remember anything.
At least he would be spared.
TBC…
Next chapter : Title : The confession
Because of a mistake, made by Harry, Severus will have what he wants…