Draco had somehow gotten Death Eaters into the school. Without Dumbledore to stop them, it had been too easy for them to take down the wards. Thank Merlin Snape had summoned the Order as soon as he'd realized what Draco was doing. They'd needed all the help they could get as a swarm of thirty-odd Death Eaters, the full inner circle, swarmed onto the school grounds. The students were locked in their dorms, thanks to the Deputy Headmistress, McGonagall, and Harry watched in awe as the witch led an army of empty suits of armor against the dark wizards that had dared to invade her school.

Snape, after his brief kindness on the steps outside Dumbledore's office, had led Harry to Voldemort on the banks of the Black Lake. Harry stood ready to fight, and expected Snape to fade back into the shadows, where he could fight without exposing his loyalty, but instead the Potions Master stepped up to his side and drew his own wand. The message was clear, he would face down this terrible enemy with his student.

"You betray me, Ssseverusss?" Riddle hissed angrily.

"I was never yours, you bastard," Snape called. "Not since you began to target my first and only friend."

Voldemort scoffed. "You are weak, Sseveruss, I should never have allowed you to join me. It isss no matter, I will sssee you dead before I take on your preciousss prodigy."

The Dark Lord flicked his wand suddenly, and Snape collapsed to his knees beside Harry with a shout, gripping his left arm where Tom's mark marred his flesh. Harry looked worriedly over, forgetting for the barest moment that he was faced with almost certain death. Snape looked up.

"I cannot fight him, Potter," The man said quietly. With viper quickness, his hand shot up and wrapped around Harry's wand hand. "I grant you my power."

A blinding white light burst around their clasped hands, and when it had gone, Harry saw Severus collapsed on the pebbled beach of the lake, apparently unconscious. Eyes glowing with his new and sudden power, Harry turned to the snake that had dared to harm the man who'd apparently cared too much for him. He raised his wand slowly. He knew, now, that with Severus' help he had the power to end the war once and for all.

Harry sat up with a start, swiping at the tears leaking from his eyes. He cast lumos, scaring away the midnight shadows, and was incredibly relieved to discover Severus sitting at the foot of his bed. His dream, which he knew to be a memory, was too distant to see, but he knew this time that he'd been dreaming of the Final Battle and Severus' role. Seeming to sense that all was not right, Severus crawled across the bed to settle beside him, drawing him against his chest.

"I was dreaming of the final battle," Harry murmured. "I don't remember everything that happened, but I remember that you were there. You stood by my side, even though you knew Voldemort would kill you if I failed."

Severus nodded. "Can you remember anything else?" He asked.

Harry shook his head, pulling away. "No, it's all too fuzzy. But I remember that much." He looked up at the man he loved. "You're so amazing," He murmured. "Why did we waste all those years fighting?"

Severus chuckled. "You were young and impetuous, and I was a callous grump. It would not have mattered, however. I hardly loved you until you were sixteen. It was then that I first began to see the real you, and the pressures you were under."

"You've loved me that long?" Harry asked, grinning. "Now I feel bad, because I didn't realize I loved you until that first night you came to the Burrow."

"Yes, you seem to feel absolutely awful," Severus said, cupping his jaw and running his fingers through his hair. He guided Harry closer, but stopped with their lips still inches apart. "Is this alright?"

Harry shivered, his lips tingling in anticipation. "Please, Severus, I want this. Don't tease me."

Severus leaned in slightly. "Never," He answered softly.

He closed the distance between them and their mouths crashed together, full of passion and the desire to consume one another. Harry moaned as that devilishly sharp tongue pressed questingly against his parted lips before sweeping past them to tease his own tongue. He was still full of inexperience and trepidation of doing something wrong, but he felt none of that as Severus began guiding him back to lie on his side. The kiss grew more heated as Harry felt his body begin to respond in the most natural way. He lifted his leg to wrap around Severus', and the hand on his head slithered down his body to pull his thigh higher against him. The position was remarkably erotic to Harry's innocent mind, and he felt himself crave further contact, a craving like he had never known. He wanted Severus, but had no idea how to ask for it.

Instead, full of trepidation, he pushed himself up on his elbow and shifted his weight so that he and Severus rolled as one until his knee met his sheets, straddling thin hips. Severus stilled beneath him, stiffening remarkably, and gently pushed at Harry's shoulders until the kiss was broken. Harry stared down into the desire-clouded onyx eyes.

"Please, Severus," He murmured again. "I want this, and I know you do, too."

"Are you sure, Harry?" Severus asked softly.

The Gryffindor nodded, gathering his courage. "I am… but… I don't know how."

Severus leaned up and drew him into a fervent kiss before pulling away. "So innocent," He breathed, drawing Harry down with him.

Slowly, his hand slid between their rocking bodies, and Harry blushed self-consciously as long fingers found his weeping manhood through his pajama bottoms. He felt the man undoing the buttons of his robes to where they ended at his waist, and flinched when the man's hand slipped in its fervor to undo the button of his trousers. That devilish hand soothed the hurt on Harry's manhood, before the man broke the kiss to lift his hips and slide his trousers down to his pale thighs. Harry looked down between them as the man's other hand joined the first, working at the knot on his sleep pants. His blush deepened as the knot finally came loose and Severus pushed down his bottoms to reveal his nakedness underneath. His eyes shifted, following the hand that remained between them, as it gently positioned Severus' rock hard phallus. The man was huge, and without knowing why, Harry felt his asshole quiver with the desire that raced through his bloodstream at the mere sight of the man. The hand slid back up their bodies, and gentle fingers on Harry's chin forced his eyes away from the intimidating rod of flesh. He looked shyly into the onyx gaze of his lover, and prayed the man wouldn't stop because of the innocence he couldn't hide.

"It's alright, Harry," Severus murmured. His hands gently gripped the Gryffindors hips and slowly pulled him down.

Harry gasped as their members came together. "That- that feels…"

"Good?" Severus inquired with a smirk.

Harry nodded, biting his lip. Following the guiding hands on his hips, he began to rock against the man, their members sliding together like silk on silk. He fought not to gasp again as his whole body twitched. He started to shift his hips faster, craving this new delicious sensation, but the fingers on his hips tightened, and he froze.

"Slowly," Severus murmured. "There's no hurry."

Harry nodded, chewing his lip as his arms trembled beneath him. He started to move his hips again, slow and deliberate, and could feel his breath coming in shallow gasps as the sensation consumed him. He failed to stop a moan that worked its throaty way past his lips. Severus' grip tightened again, but Harry sensed that this time he had no intention of making him stop.

"Yes, Harry," Severus hissed gently.

"Is this right?" Harry asked carefully. He ground his hips down lightly, and Severus gasped, arching his back.

"Merlin, yes," The man moaned.

Harry smiled bashfully as he ground his hips down again, causing the man's back to arch further.

"Gods, Harry, don't stop."

"This- this feels…Oh, Merlin, Sev'rus, I think I'm close," Harry told the man disappointedly. He didn't want these sensations to end, but he could feel his body winding up. "I-I don't want to stop."

Black eyes opened, and Severus leaned up to capture his lips desperately. "It's alright, Harry. I want you to come for me."

"N-not yet," Harry moaned. "Feels too good. Please don't make me stop."

Severus smirked, his hands sliding around to grip Harry's ass cheeks, dragging him down roughly. "It's okay, Harry. It's normal for your first time. Come for me, I want to feel you orgasm."

Harry shook his head, keeping his strokes deliberately slow. He didn't ever want this to end. Without warning, long, slim digits slid into the crack between his cheeks. He quivered with desire as a single finger gently swiped over his puckered hole. He was so close; he could feel himself wavering on the edge of oblivion. When that slim digit slipped gently inside him, his world exploded in a blinding flash of light and a single, harsh shout. His body jerked forward, before he pushed back against the invasive finger. His orgasm exploded from him in a full-body spasm as he struggled to draw air into his starving lungs.

"That's right, Harry," Severus murmured encouragingly. "Come for me. Don't stop."

Harry continued to spasm as his seed shot between them. It seemed an eternity passed as he convulsed against the man. And then it was ending, the blinding light igniting as a dim point in his vision, and he became very aware of his trembling body, his arms almost too weak to hold him aloft. Feeling suddenly embarrassed and depressed, he rolled off the man and curled on his side.

"I'm sorry," He murmured.

Long arms wrapped around him gently from behind. "Whatever for?"

Harry looked over his shoulder, trying and failing to hide his tears. "I came too soon. You didn't even finish, did you?"

Severus smiled endearingly. "This was not about that."

Harry rolled over and pressed against the man. "It was for me."

He hissed when their members met again. He felt too sensitive down there to try doing that again. He pulled away. Severus gestured to the off-white goo on his chest.

"This was what I wanted, Harry," He murmured gently. "We can worry about finishing together some other time. I only wanted you to learn what pleasure we can bring one another, stamina can come later."

Harry frowned, transfixed by his orgasmic fluids on the firm, pale abdomen. Without thinking, only curious, Harry scooted down on the bed and pushed aside the unbuttoned black robe. With a shiver of nervousness, hoping he wasn't wrong, he extended his tongue and swept up a line of semen. This action drew a quivering gasp from the Potions Master, and Harry blushed as a proud smile lifted the corners of his lips. He performed the action again and again, ignoring the bitter flavor of his own seed as his tongue cleaned the flat stomach. When he'd done, Severus was breathing heavily. For no apparent reason, Harry recalled an argument between his dorm mates. Seamus had, at some point last year, begun to insist there was no greater pleasure than sex, but Dean had argued immediately that a good blow job trumped sex every time. Harry had stupidly asked what a blow job was, and they'd both briefly explained.

Glancing up at the half-lidded eyes of his older lover, Harry wondered if, perhaps, he might be good at such a thing. Realizing there was absolutely no harm in trying, as Severus was definitely the sort to make him stop if he did something wrong, he dipped further down on his bed. Neither Seamus or Dean had gone into any sort of detail, but Harry figured it was probably one of those things best learned in practice, anyway. Another glance up showed that Severus was recovering from the licking, and watching him curiously. Going with what he already knew worked, Harry swiped his tongue slowly up the man's hot rod of flesh.

Severus arched into him, his hand going immediately to the back of Harry's head.

"Merlin, Harry, what are you doing to me?" The man gasped.

Harry smiled shyly and performed the action again, this time ending with a swirl of his tongue around the mushroomed head. Severus gasped again, and Harry, feeling emboldened, took the man's head into his mouth. The Potions Master's hips jerked as his breath became shallow and needy.

"That- that's it, Harry," The man murmured. "Just like that."

Harry, who wasn't entirely ignorant of the ways of the world, at least knew what sex between a man and woman was like, even if he had no idea what sex between two men might entail. He began to bob his head slowly up and down the large phallus, miming the thrusts of sex. The hand at the back of his head tightened. Curious, Harry began to suck gently with each back stroke. Severus' hips jerked again, and his head thrust into Harry's mouth sharply, hitting the back of his throat. Harry gagged lightly.

"S-sorry," Severus whispered harshly. "Merlin, don't stop."

Harry smirked around the man's phallus. Forcing his gullet to relax, he consumed the entirety of the man's intimidating girth, burying his nose in the black hairs at the base.

"Harry!" The man gasped, likely intending to shout if he'd had the air.

Harry pulled back on the stiff rod as it began to pulse, shooting white hot seed down his throat. The taste, different from his own, was thick and surprisingly pleasant as it washed over his tongue, and he drank it in needily. When the twitching and pulsing had done, he swept his tongue all along the length, cleaning the member until all that was left was the musky, enticing flavor of Severus' flesh. He crawled back up the bed and curled against the man's naked chest. A shaking hand wrapped around him and pulled him closer, so that he heard each trembling breath Severus' starved lungs clawed for.

"Where-?" The word came out breathy and barely there, and Severus cleared his throat. "Where did you learn that?"

Harry blushed beet red. "I-I didn't," He admitted. "I just did what I thought would feel good. Was it alright? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"

The man's arms wrapped more tightly around him. "Not at all, Harry. It felt amazing. There aren't many people who can deep-throat on their first try."

Harry's blush deepened as he grinned against the pale chest. "You can thank my relatives for that. Dudley likes to go for the gut, and I learned from a young age to repress my gag reflex if I didn't want to be cleaning my own vomit."

Severus scoffed. "I'll be sure to send them a card," He snarked.

Harry chuckled softly and curled up closer to the man. He was delightfully exhausted. "Sleep now, cards later."

Severus chuckled as well and tightened his hold. "I believe I was last discussing the Sixth Year potions?"

Harry nodded.

"Very well," The man mumbled. "The Draught of Dreamless Sleep is the most addictive, yet most effective, curb for frequent nightmares…"

Harry felt himself begin to drift in the arms of his lover as that sinful voice washed over him.