What Men Want
Author: Elehyn
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Harry Potter books are the property of J. K. Rowling.
Warning: Slash Harry/Severus – rating M.
IMPORTANT A/N (read it, please): I know you waited ages for this short chapter and I apologize a thousand times. The reasons why I didn't updated this story are mainly my studies (but I'm also glad because I've got my degree), a move and, also (and I'm not proud of it), the discouragement when I find myself in front of a chapter which needs a lot of checking in my dictionary.
I received a lot of reviews from persons who thought that I had given up my story and I understand them but the answer is still 'No, I don't abandon it.' However, as I have no beta reader anymore, I think that the rest of my fiction will contain a lot of mistakes. I'm sorry for that but I don't see the errors I make. In any case, if someone wants to help me with that, I would be grateful.
In French, this chapter was a little bit hotter but as my first fiction in English "Extreme Seduction" had been erased from this site, I prefered to censore myself here. Nevertheless, if the majority of you wants me to post the 'hot scene' (which had not been translated) in another site I would do it.
I hope this chapter is understandable and that you will enjoy your reading :)
Thoughts are '...' and words are "..."
What Men Want
Chapter 11 : The confession
'Oh no!' sighed Harry inwardly. 'I can be so stupid sometimes! I should have think to that and now there you go!'
"Potter," began the potions master with a low and emotionless voice. "now that I made you drink the antidote, in exactly ten minutes, you will forget every things that has happened in this room. Then, your memory won't be able to remember all this embarassing situation which, I think, please you… seeing your recent behaviour."
Snape was not looking at him and endeavoured to hide him his real feelings but his efforts were useless because Harry could know each of his thoughts and at that moment, he would have cried about it. His teacher loved him. Yes, he was in love with him and suffered to think that his student had adopted this attitude only because of a potion that somebody had made him drink. Now, it was necessary that he undeceived him.
The man's black eyes turned to him and the teacher said, "Now, while I can still do it, I would like to ask you whether you know who could have given you the passion potion you swallowed."
Harry did not answer. He could just not. His throat was so tight because of the moanings of pain he could hear in his mind coming from his professor, and he was so upset by this hiden suffering that it brought tears in his eyes. Without realizing it, he started to cry.
Severus opened widely his horrified eyes and exclaimed, "What's happen, Potter? You know who is this person? They forced you to do something you didn't want?"
Then, the older wizard's thoughts took over and his expression turned to murderous.
'Firstly, to give Harry a potion such as this one without him being aware of it, it is someone who must want him badly! If I put the hand on him, he or she will pay dearly. Nobody has the right to do that to another person and certainly not to my Harry!'
"Oh my God!" groaned the Boy-who-lived, burying his face in his hands. "My God, I've been so stupid!"
"No, it's not your fault, Potter! You were not responsible of your behaviour! You couldn't control the potion's effects. It is the person who gave it to you who is…"
"No!" still moaned Harry, feeling his tears continuing to fall all along his pale and ashamed face.
"Yes! You can't think that…"
"No, it's not that!" exclaimed the boy, tilting up his head. "I beg your pardon. I'm really sorry! It was entirely my fault. I shouldn't doing that but…"
Harry was very ashamed. Ashamed of every things he had done. Ashamed of his own stupidity and ashamed to cry in front of his professor but he was unable to stop. He had to leave! He had to find a pretext to leave right now!
"Don't excuse yourself, Potter and don't feel sorry! I tell you that it was not at all your fault. Get that idea out of your head and tell me who did this to you!"
"I have to go!" repeated the young man, turning on himself quickly to try to reach the door as fast as he could. But his potions master caught him promptly and forced his student to face him.
"Tell Me Potter! "ordered Snape in a steady and determined tone of voice.
'The one who is responsible of this will pay the consequences of his actions!' said the man's mind.
Harry was thinking only to find a way to flee before sinking in his stupid lie even more when a brilliant pretext came up in his head: he just had to say that he had to fulfill a detention and had to leave immediately for not being late. He shoudn't stay here because, soon, he would have to pretend that the potion had erased his memory of his recent actions, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop crying thus, Snape would understand that something was wrong.
'It's fortunate that Harry won't remember anything that happened here in about five minutes but I swear that nobody will manage to force him to do something. I find that idea intolerable... '
Lost in his thoughts, Snape just heard the end of his student's pretext.
"… Filch!"
'Filch!'
"Filch?!!??" he exclaimed with dread and disgust. He was totally speechless for a short moment. Then, rage poured into his veins.
'The bastard!' thought Snape, pursing his lips in anger.
"No! I don't know who it is!" corrected the young wizard. "I've just said that I had a detention with Filch. I have to go! "
To the young man surprise, Severus swelled even more with anger and he heard him exclaim "Lie! I've just seen with him the detentions' schedule and he already had one with another Gryffindor! "
Harry reddened and lowered his head "I'm sorry, Professor" he groaned, feeling his lips starting to tremble.
"What is it, Potter?" sighed more softly the potions master. "I want to know what you're hiding. If there is something that you know, you can say it to me... "
"No, I don't know anything" he lied again. He could not confess to him the plan he had imagined but he knew he would have to do it later. In that present moment, he was well aware that this affair would have its consequences. However, he could not speak about it right now. He was too ashamed and didn't know what to do. He had to think properly to find a solution which would remedy everything.
"Then why have you just lied to me? Because you are ashamed? I've just said to you that nothing was your fault, Harry" murmured the man while raising his hand to wipe the young beauty's tears.
He had called him Harry, thought the Gryffindor, feeling his heart beating stronger. And he was touching him with tenderness. Harry kept himself from moaning when the man's hand run very lightly through his luxuriant black hair, went down along his pinkish cheek, worshipped the velvety mouth that he loved so much, then slipped onto his chin, his fluttering neck and finally, wandered on his well shaped chest while reveling in his skin softness.
"It would be better to repair this before your memories fade" murmured the man, delicately catching the torn tails of his student's tee-shirt. Thus, Snape took out his wand from his pocket and whispered the incantation which mended the damage that Harry had caused to the black clothing.
"Harry," started the man again. "You won't remember anything... Anything at all..."
He had said this sentence in a half-painful and half-resigned tone of voice and in the man's mind, Harry could realize that Snape was used to see the things that he longed for and cherished the most being snatch out of his reach.
"It remains only one little minute, Harry" groaned the potions master, starting again soft caresses on the young and handsome man's face while this latter stayed still, enjoying these magic moments.
A gleam of distress in the dark iris of Snape while Harry was hearing the inward words of suffering being alternated by some defaitists encouragements.
Then, abruptly, as he knew that Harry wouldn't remember, he cried out, "I love you, Harry!". On these words, he caught quickly the graceful body into his arms and clutched it while capturing harshly his lips in a desparate kiss.
Harry had no time to answer this kiss as Snape ended it a few seconds after having started it.
Snape moved back brutally and looked at his watch. He hissed very soon, "Potter, your detention is over! Now, you can leave!"
The Gryffindor knew then that the said ten minutes had passed and had to pretend to have forgotten what had just happened between he and Snape. He prepared himself to leave and already thought to the behaviour to adopt to put again the things to their right places very soon. Indeed, he had to mend the mess he'd made before Snape start his disastrous and unfounded investigation. All of this made him anxious but his heart continued to beat stronger for a totally other reason: now he knew that Snape loved him and this thought was warming every fibres of his body.
Like an automaton, he walked towards the door, grabbed the handle and was going to say to his professor goodbye when he heard his own mouth declared foolishly, "I love you too."
OOOoooOOOoooOOOOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, what had he done again? Harry screamed in his head while hitting himself in his head.
As soon as his declaration had been said, he had regretted it. Some people thought that it was a good thing to let the heart speak over the mind but, at this moment, Harry didn't see the reason why.
Harry waited for Snape's reaction and had to let passed an initial heavy shocked silence then the man exclaimed "But what did you do again, Potter? "
Reluctantly, the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Live-For-A-Long-Time-Now told him the whole story. At the end of his monologue, he knew he was dead. Snape was going to kill him in a long and painful death.
"Thus, if I do understand well," began the man in a slow and low voice. "You invented an entire stratagem, from which dramatic consequences could have risen, to manage to put me into your bed?"
Harry blushed and bit his cheek. What could he answer?
He froze when he heard a jubilant laughter echoed in his teacher's head and saw him try to prevent himself from smiling, which failed lamentably.
"So you want me, Potter?" asked the Professor, his jet gaze sinking into emerald one. "And... you also are in love with me?"
The older wizard raised a triumphant eyebrow and murmured to his pupil, "Prove it, Potter!"
Harry almost choked with his saliva. Did he have heard well?
One second later, the Chosen One had the certainty that his hearing had not played a trick on him when Snape's thoughts turned lustful. Harry smiled, perceiving inward famished moanings and decided to approach his teacher.
He stopped walking when he felt his chest squeezing lightly his potions master's and sighed "How do you want me to prove it to you, Professor?" The eyes of jade were as innocent as those of a hind but when he pressed his hips against those of the man, any ingenuous expression evaporated. His eyes showed suddenly a devastating fire and his smile turned predatory. He started to unbuttoned the dark robes of the one he loved and his hands slid sensually into the notch of clothing to stroke the white skin thus revealed.
Snape moaned and stared at his pupil with desire. He liked to see himself being undressed by this charming brat who haunted each of his night, who made him come unceasingly in his wet dreams and who made him wake up, in the early morning, hard and ready to sink into lust.
The two men looked at each other fixedly, taking already delight in the least pieces of skin that they discovered little by little. Each time that Harry took off a clothing of his teacher, Snape was doing the same thing with his student's own clothes. Soon then, they found themselves naked and needing in front of the other.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, admiring the masculinity of their bodies then, Harry placed his hands on the man's pale shoulders and let his palms slipped slowly down. He saw the violent passion taking possession of the ebony eyes and moaned, hearing each burning thoughts of his partner.
"Do you still want me to prove how much I'm hot for you, Severus?"
Hearing his first name pass his student's mouth, Snape raised again an eyebrow in surprise but didn't protest. In fact, he adored hearing the sound which produced his first name on his lips. He especially loved the knowledge that each syllable of his first name had initially slid onto this young beauty's tongue to finally, leave these purpurins lips which he craved to kiss.
"Say my name once again! "
"Severus."
The man groaned once more and took Harry towards him. He captured his full lips with voracity and rubbed his crotch against the Gryffondor's.
'His lips!' thought Snape, bruising them with his own. 'They are mine. So soft! So tender! So... mine!'
Harry caressed the man's tongue, enjoying his sweet taste. He could feel Severus' hot breath joining his which was intoxicating him more surely than any alcohol would have done. He let his hands slide from his long black hair to the nape of his neck then all along his muscular back until he reached the fleshy skin of his alabaster buttocks. Harry could feel Severus' fingers play with his nipples before touching his ribs, waist and hips and squeezing to bring them closer.
Their lips and tongues stopped tasting each other only to go kissing and licking other unknown sensitive areas.
"Turn yourself, Harry" murmured the teacher, slackening the pressure of his arms so that the young man could swivel on himself.
Once it was done, Severus pressed his body against the back of Harry and started to scatter his neck with thousands kisses expressing in turn softness and passion. His elegant and pallid hands ventured on the young chest then his flat belly and finally, on the top of his muscular thighs, deliberately avoiding touching the vibrating erection which was claiming his contacts.
"Harry" the older wizard whispered into the shell of his ear. "I love you."
"I love you, Severus" answered his lover, turning his head towards him to offer him his lips. The man took them without a second of hesitation and drank the cry that Harry made when Severus dared others caresses.
Harry let Snape giving him a pleasure that he had never known before luring him in the bedroom. With a smile, the Gryffindor held out his hand to his lover who took it with an equal joy. They let them drop onto the bed and stayed there, staring at each other with tenderness while their bodies showed to themselves how much they loved one another.
TBC...