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Note: Thanks so much for all the support and wonderful ideas. I am glad that you liked the last chapter. Any other ideas and such things are welcome. There will be sexual implications in this chapter. Let's begin.
Harry woke slowly, secure in the arms for the second time that week. He could hear soft snoring in his neck as warm breath messed up his hair. The arms were loosely wrapped around his torso and Harry pushed back with a throaty moan, this felt so good.
He could feel the length of Snape's body where it was pressed against him. The leg that had once again slipped in between his own, the broad chest at his back, the narrow hips and answering hardness pressing against his buttocks. His own morning erection stirred.
He brought one hand back to come and rest upon Snape's hip where it rested above his own. He could feel Snape startle sleepily before the older wizard settled back down. Harry lazily began to move his hand in circles on Snape's hip, trying to coax any response from the older wizard.
He could feel himself hardening. It wasn't so unusual that he woke up in the morning with an erection but it had been a long time since he had been in the same bed with the occupant of his thoughts. Perhaps he could do something about it. He thought wickedly.
Carefully Harry shuffled a little, pressing back against the firm body behind him before laying still. He barely got a response so he began to wiggle against Snape, feeling the older wizard behind him take a deep breath before Snape stiffened and replied. "Dammit, Potter, what do you think you are doing?"
The arm around Harry's chest tightened and he was brought back against the strong body behind him, enabling him to move further. "I am trying to find some release…" Harry moaned as the sinfully deliciously lips descended upon his neck and nibbled gently which was beginning to send waves of pleasure through his body.
His nerves began to tingle as long and slender hands began to move down, causing Harry's eyes to bulge as he glanced down. Snape's hands were moving down over his clothed body and slowly circled his groin as Harry moaned despite himself as the dark velvet voice whispered in his ear.
"Ah, so that is the problem. I had no idea that I had that affect upon you…" Harry could hear the amusement carefully hidden in the smooth voice of the Potions Master as the leg that slipped in between his own moved upwards, moving Harry's legs apart as Snape suddenly moved away from behind Harry.
Harry who had sagged boneless in their embrace rolled onto his back with Snape towering over him. The startled DADA professor stared up wide eyed at the other wizard who was smirking wickedly at Harry, who moaned hungrily as long fingers stroked his groin encouragingly.
"Now this is a rare threat, Gryffindor's Golden One has some Slytherin sides if you are rubbing up against a snake." Snape lowered himself, dark eyes narrowed as he placed both hands on either side of Harry and one bent leg in between Harry's spread legs so his body rested sideways against Harry's who pushed up slightly.
"You know me, always had a thing for danger." Harry panted, wiggling when with a sudden and well practised movement he wrapped his arms around Snape and rolled them over so he was on top.
He was rewarded with sudden laughter before Snape settled back to watch him, lips curling slightly. "I should have known. You never learn, do you, Potter? Now you should be aware that in a male/male relationship, one is considered to be the more dominant one of the two. It is a role that most people settle in naturally, such as one submissive one and one dominant one…" Snape's voice was a low seductive purr as the older wizard struggled against Harry for a moment until to try and achieve enough leverage to roll them over.
"That sounds most interesting, Severus…" Harry grinned down at the older wizard who was regarding him patiently as he seized Snape's chin to forcefully turn his head to the side so he could lick at the exposed throat.
This proved to be disastrous as he was suddenly flipped on his back, one hand of Snape holding his arms pinned above his head and the other hand had seized his chin, forcing him to meet the lips that were suddenly kissing him as the taller wizard effectively kept him pinned to the bed with his weight, which was only slightly more then Harry's.
Harry moaned hungrily as his mouth was forced upon and the tongue plundered in without regards for his own. Snape's tongue swirled around his own as Harry felt the other male's mouth move against his own and the older wizard slowly began to move up and down, causing Harry to groan, swallowing the sound.
Harry was finally released and he blew out a shaky breath, hair disaveled and he squinted up to see the smug look on Snape's face as he whispered with laboured breathing and very hard thinking. "Merlin, your tongue isn't only good for saying wicked things…."
"I can do wicked things with it as well, want to see?" Snape slowly slid down, dark eyes twinkling dangerously as Harry swallowed thickly even as Snape released his hands, unable to move if he had wanted to and Harry was quite sure that he didn't want to.
Lips were trailing a path down his chest and Harry groaned as the slender fingers pushed Harry's shirt up to lavish the heated affection upon his stomach. A tongue swirled around his belly button and Harry moaned as fingers slid into his slacks.
He raised his hips in response, crying out. "Severus!"
"Yes?" Much to his annoyance Snape glanced up at him as if Harry had asked a question in class. He could feel the fingers tapping his flat lower belly and lay panting, trying very hard to think as Snape withdrew his hand and lay besides Harry, smiling smugly at him.
"You shouted my name?"
"You….you….you said something about dominant and submissive, does that mean in the bedroom as well?" Harry panted, wiggling as he sought to relieve the pressure in his trousers.
"Here let me help you with that…" Snape purred and the next moment Harry could feel the quick hands that for some reason felt so much better in real life then they ever did in his fantasies slowly tugging his slacks down without him ever having to beg for it. He heaved a loud moan as the pressure was released and lifted his hips without thinking about it.
Snape's hands were back to tapping Harry's lower belly as the older wizard rested his chin on Harry's chest, looking up at him with dark eyes which were probing his face before he answered. "Do you know how sex between two males works?"
Harry flushed uncomfortably, squirming a bit when he began to realize just how little he knew about male/male relationships even when he was attracted to Snape. His sexual experience was lacking even at best he had been fairly decent, at least according to Ginny at kissing and sex. He could count on one hand his partners who he had kissed even when the newspaper rumoured otherwise.
The glint in his bed companion's dark eyes put him on guard and Harry forced himself to answer the question. "Like with a female…the…cock goes in a hole…and….alright I don't know…"
"That is an understatement, Potter." Snape smirked and Harry startled, badly, when fingers slowly stroked his boxers before sliding in. Snape closed to the distance between them so he could look Harry in the eye before the wicked mouth of head of Slytherin house began to nibble on his ear and Harry gave a loud groan as the fingers began to stroke his suddenly throbbing cock encouragingly.
He raised his hips in response to the sensations that were rushing through his body ceasing his ability to speak or think as said fingers squeezed before grasping his cock and sliding down its length at which Harry closed his eyes.
He bit his lip to prevent himself from crying out as his mouth was suddenly caught as Harry could feel himself becoming even harder if that was possible as Snape's hand began to move a bit quicker as his cock was stroked and squeezed and Harry's eyes flew open as he managed to wrap one arm around the thin shoulders to keep Snape were he was.
His lower lip was nipped and Harry gasped at which the tongue slipped in as the tension that had begun to form in his lower abdomen suddenly snapped and Harry shot upright only to have the weigh pressed against his chest pressing him back down as an arm slipped around his shoulders and the kiss was even deepened as Snape drank in the sounds Harry made when he climaxed even as he spilled himself over the Potions Master's hand which was now resting on limp cock.
Harry was lowered breathlessly back against the pillows as Snape withdrew from him, looking at him as the wizard performed a quick muttered cleaning charm upon Harry as with odd twinkling eyes he licked his fingers clean, slowly smirking at Harry who regarded him through half lidded eyes.
He couldn't help it but he felt so blissfully relaxed and…carefree as shifted onto his side, pulling his slacks up back over his hips so they wouldn't slide off. His breathing was back under control and he resisted the urge to drift off but then he asked. "You were going to tell me about the sex between males?"
"Of course. It works very differently. The usually dominant partner in a relationship is usually the one on top and the other one is on the receiving end. There are very different ways to pleasure but one is to actually enter the body of the receiving male, but it is painful and it is best when the male which is on the receiving end is stretched beforehand. But we will discuss this when the time is right. But the dominant and submissive roles usually settle into roles naturally."
"Such as?" Harry found himself listening with a rapt attention that Snape had never quite managed to achieve when he was a student in his class.
"The older or more experienced partner usually takes the dominant role. It also depends on your character," Severus explained carefully. "If you have been dominant for most of your life then this usually is the role you will assume in the relationship…."
"You must have brought this up for a reason…."
"Of course I did. Have you ever known me to bring up trifle things?" Snape smirked at Harry and he forced himself to look back at Snape as the older wizard continued. "The reason I brought this up was to ask if you were content with the role you are taking…Can you assume which role that is?"
Harry looked back at the dark eyes. Snape had been patient with him, showing a side of himself he rarely ever displayed. Snape had taken Harry under his wing it seemed, teaching him and Harry knew the older wizard allowed him to teach him things as well, things he seemed to have forgotten. He knew Snape's personality was unkind and unpleasant and that the man certainly had a strong personality, having fought and disagreeing with some of the stronger personalities than Harry, such as Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall.
Harry knew enough about Snape, even when he was at school as a student that the man always did things his way, no matter what people told him. He had no problem recognizing authority but to act on the orders that he had been given, especially when he didn't like said orders, was sometimes out of the question.
Harry looked back at the pure black eyes watching him, the pale face framed by the curtain of black hair and he finally said, voicing his thoughts. "I am the submissive one, right?"
"You are the more submissive one, yes. Does it bother you?" The dark eyes were twinkling oddly again and Harry began to realize that having this conversation was hard for Snape as well.
Harry searched his feelings and began to realize what Snape had said had been true; it was a role he assumed naturally. He had never been one to stand on the front line, except when it came to fighting and protected those he loved. He was hot-headed sometimes and quick to respond when insulted or wronged, but he was content to let things slide when they didn't bother him.
Snape had always, especially when Harry had been his student, been a man who was stronger then him and who tolerated no disobedience from his students. He was hot tempered but passionate and would heed no other opinion then usually his own.
"No, Severus, it doesn't bother me. I like it when somebody takes care of me." Harry answered truthfully, his mind beginning to wonder. He glanced at the clock, it was still nearly in the middle of the night and Harry had rarely felt so relaxed.
He yawned, earning himself soft fingers that stroked his cheek. He managed a weak and tired grin at Snape who softly said. "Go to sleep." The same tender expression was on his face and Harry shuffled a little closer, buried his face in Snape's dark hair and junction in between neck and shoulder.
The arm hooked loosely about his waist and Harry's breathing even out, it was peace that filled him as he drifted off.
He awoke to the sounds of somebody in the bathroom and an empty bed. The sheets had been drawn up over his chest as Harry woke slowly, fingers clawing at the empty space. Water could be heard running from the slightly ajar door to the right and Harry crossed the space to the nightstand to pick up his glasses.
He put them on and looked at the clock. It was only 6 of clock and he stretched lazily, knowing that the day or rather breakfast ahead of them would be hard. Unlike Snape, Harry hadn't been really bothered by any students yesterday. Through it may have been because of the fact that he had no classes yesterday above third years and they could still be easily intimidated by the Man Who Had Defeated Voldemort.
The tap in the bathroom was turned off and Harry turned his attention back to the door which opened as Snape came walking, the towel wrapped around his narrow waist and Harry allowed his eyes to drift hungrily over the pale flesh.
"Ah finally awake." Snape called as he walked to his wardrobe closet, rummaging through it before he drew forth his impressive and impeccable black teaching robe down onto the bed. The robe was soon joined by dark trousers and a dark shirt with a buttoned down vest and Harry couldn't help but reach out and touch the fabric, running his hands over it.
"Potter!" Snape growled for a moment and Harry looked up, pushing his messy hair away from his face as he watched Snape standing before him, looking down at him.
"Yes, Severus?" He asked, stretching for another moment.
"You don't want to take a bath in my master bathroom? I can assure it is unlike anything you have ever done before." Snape purred, rearranging the clothes and checking them before walking to another drawer to take out some socks as well.
Harry slowly slid out of bed, crossing the cold floor quickly to press himself against the taller Potions Master as he said. "Are you saying I smell?"
"Nay, Harry, I am not. But I think it would benefit you if you were to take a shower, however short it might be." Snape allowed Harry to hold him for a moment before he pushed the younger wizard towards the bathing room.
Harry bathed quickly and by the time he returned and had finished dressing, Snape had dressed as well. He looked nothing like he had just spent the night with Harry and as the DADA professor quickly prepared himself for the day ahead he walked to the sitting room.
Snape was waiting for him there and despite himself Harry smiled. He had forgotten what it was like when people did little things to please you. Ginny had never done those things for him, like waiting for him before eating dinner and waiting for him before going down or up in this case to eat.
"I do find that your bed is certainly as nice as mine." Harry couldn't help but purr and he could see the widening of dark eyes before he was pulled against the black covered chest and lips were kissing him suddenly.
He found that the kiss was broken fairly quickly through and he found himself staring into dark eyes filled with passion. Snape was looking down at him.
"I am glad that you agree that my bed is soft enough. I am not sure I will let you go back to your own bed for quite some time." Harry grinned up, unable to come up with any good excuse to go back to his own room because truly he wasn't sure he wanted to sleep without Snape, ever.
They walked towards the Great Hall together, both in silence. No students were present at 7 o'clock in the hallways, some early students perhaps present in the Great Hall but Harry knew that Snape's outburst at lunch yesterday, a sight to behold to tell the truth, had send them all scurrying away from their feared Potions Master.
They entered the Great Hall together, some students were chattering softly. One waved at Harry but when he saw who was accompying Harry he stared at him shock. Harry waved back, the student, a 4th year Gryffindor, was a nice student but when Harry turned back he could see Snape had glared at the poor student for all he had been worth.
He carefully laid his hand against Snape's forearm and whispered. "Don't scare him, Severus. He is kind."
"No student is ever kind!" Snape snarled at him before sitting himself down on the Head Table. Harry joined him in his usual seat, taking a moment to pour himself some tea as he heaved some toast, eggs and bacon onto his plate before he dug in.
He was hungry, knowing that the day of class before him would be hard. The paper would have another story to run and he was glad that the headmistress didn't allow reports onto the premise so that they couldn't bother him.
He suspected that if he had been living in London, the place would have been swamped by now. Through after a while when all Harry had been doing was going to work, going to the store to get his shopping done, clean the house, play Quidditch and have parties with his friends, through only Ron, Hermione and Ginny, they grew bored and moved on.
Slowly as they ate the hall began to fill with students and teachers. Conversation was loud amongst them but Harry was silent, aware of the stiffening of the Potions Master beside him as more students entered.
Then at seven thirty the hall was suddenly flooded with owls. Harry pushed his plate and cup out of the way when owls suddenly began to fly towards the Head Table. Many students were staring at the Head Table and Harry was reminded of the fourth year when he was rumoured to have a relationship with Hermione and the many letters that she had received because of it.
He really hoped, through he didn't expect it, that the wizarding world would be kinder. But given Snape's past he really didn't expect it.
He accepted the first letter that he gotten from the owl, sharing an amused look with the tiny charms Professor sitting beside him before he tore the letter open and read.
Dear mister Potter, in Hogwarts' library there are many books on counter hexes. I am sure one as resourceful as you yourself can find a good counter hex for the obvious Confounding Hex you have been subjected to because of Severus Snape. Do not trust the man!
Harry raised an eyebrow before cheerfully tossing the letter behind him, intend on burning it later as he grabbed the next letter, tearing it open as well.
How dare you dump such a promising young woman as Ginny Weasley for a death eater? Perhaps a hex has altered your brain, Potter!
"You really should keep them close. It is just going to encourage the population." Snape growled beside him and Harry sighed, he found it amusing truly.
He looked back at the dark eyes as Snape sneered at him as he asked. "Aren't you going to open yours?"
"No!"
"Can I open them then?"
He received a jerk of the dark head in return and picked up one of the letters the owl had left. The other owls were chased away by headmistress McGonagall's shooing and they flew off after they had delivered their letters.
Snape set some of the letters on fire, scowling darkly at them as Madam Hooch extinguished them with a wave of their hand before they could burn the tablecloth.
I knew that you could do it! You are an extraordinary man if you have managed to tame such a good specimen as Severus Snape…. Come and join the Harry Potter fan club, we will appreciate your inside information….
Snape plucked the letter out of Harry's hand and he could see the older wizard's thin lips form the word specimen before with a low growl, so low Harry barely caught it, the thing burst into flames in Snape's hand.
Harry laughed softly, his attention still focussed upon Snape as he fumbled open the next letter. His attention was suddenly divided when liquid dripped onto his hands. He had expected that he had somehow managed to knock over the tea cup but the liquid was coming from the envelope and his hands started to burn very badly as Snape suddenly pushed back his chair away from Harry as Flitwick did the same on Harry's other side as both teachers stared at the DADA professor's hands as Harry cried out in pain as the liquid dripped onto the table and the letter fell from his fingers which were burning badly.
Snape grasped Harry's chair and pulled it backwards, away from the table as the liquid began to drip to the floor. Flitwick began to mope it up with his napkin as Snape lifted the envelope with his wand and sniffed it, his face taking on a look of disdain. "It is burning salve through it is thinned by some other liquid I can't identify."
Harry's hands were red by the time and the younger professor nearly grasped his own napkin to dap at his fingers if Snape hadn't pulled Harry's arm back. "Don't! It will cause further damage."
The older wizard growled with remarkable patience. Harry could feel blisters beginning to form upon his hands and his mouth had suddenly gone dry. His mind felt strangely light-headed as the pain intensified.
His vision was swimming before his eyes and the room seemed to tilt strangely and the noise in the room became louder and harder to ignore…..
"Harry?" The squeaky voice at his side asked worriedly but then fingers were snapped in front of his face and Harry focussed just long enough to drown the glass that was presented to him, not caring that the liquid ran down his chin as long fingers stroked his throat encouragingly and he swallowed.
"Wh…what?" He managed after a moment, aware that he was propped up against a strong shoulder.
"He is coming around…." A soft voice behind him said as Harry blinked furiously to get the room into focussed. Professor McGonagall was crouching in front of him, holding a vial of some sort and Professor Flitwick was rocking backwards and forwards upon his heels as he regarded Harry as well.
He was lying on the floor behind the Head Table, leaning back against Snape as his head rolled backwards with a tired sigh. His chair was lying on its back and he obviously had fallen over, chair and all.
"Severus, the potion doesn't seem to work." The normally stern voice of the headmistress sounded worried and Harry could feel the long hands of the Potions Master ran through his hair reassuringly.
"It is. It needs a moment to take affect. Whatever has been used to thin the burning salve is supposed to soak through the skin. Too much exposure however and one can faint. It was lucky it happened here and not when he was walking down the stairs. Give him a moment…."
Harry felt stronger with each passing moment and more able to focus upon the voices around him. It seemed like none of the students were aware that their DADA professor had just keeled over and he was glad for that.
He managed to lift his head from where it had been resting against Snape's shoulder to ask. "What happened?"
"Right after the potion dripped on your hands, Severus noticed you seemed sort of out of it. You didn't respond when he called out your name and then you pushed your chair back suddenly, I think to stand up and you fell over backwards. Only his quick reflexes saved you from a hard fall. He caught you and I used a Glamour on the Head Table so not to worry the students and we gave you a strengthening potion that Severus carries on his person to bring you back around. You didn't respond to Filius' call, only when Severus snapped his fingers did you come out of it. How are you feeling?"
The stern voice of his former head of house made Harry glance back down at his hands. Somebody had placed napkins over them and they were resting in his lap. Harry could feel the blisters on them and as he flexed his hand, pain shot up his arm that made his eyes water. "I am feeling better through my hands are hurting really bad."
"We will go down to my office so I can tend them. The effects of the potion will go down with a special salve I have for it. Let's see if you can sit up…what were you feeling before you stood up?"
Harry felt Snape's hands on his waist as the older wizard pushed him into a sitting position yet he remained kneeling behind Harry, in case the younger professor had a relapse. "I don't remember standing up. My mouth was dry and I was feeling light headed and then the world suddenly tilted…"
"That was when you stood up." Professor McGonagall spoke; grasping the back of Snape's chair to heave herself up after she was satisfied that everything was well with her youngest professor.
He felt ashamed now to show such weakness but then hands slowly squeezed his shoulders as Harry grasped Professor McGonagall's outstretched hand and allowed her to pull him up. Snape rose behind him and with a wave of her hand the headmistress ended the spell.
"Are you alright now, Harry?" Professor Flitwick squeaked and Harry nodded, biting his lip to prevent himself from moaning in pain as his hands throbbed. Letters were all over the place on the Head Table and Harry knew better then to open them again.
"Come; let's get you something for your hands, Potter. Let's go through this side door. I think the students have had too much enjoyment for one week. Try not to show any pain in your face or else it will haunt you for seven years or in your case even longer." Harry glanced up at Snape as the older wizard gave him a soft push in the small of his back, forcing him to walk.
Professor McGonagall walked with them to her seat as she said in a soft undertone. "We will burn the letters that come again. If you have any trouble in class today, Harry, then don't hesitate to send me student to me and you will take the rest of the day off. We don't know the full extend of this potion."
"I think they just tossed something together without knowing what they were tossing together. Many students do the same thing and only those who have studied Potions at length, and not just the seven or five years that we give them here, know that it is unadvisable to do such foolish things. If only we know who send this letter, we could send something back. I am sure that there is an envelope somewhere around large enough to contain a hex." Snape's voice was dark and despite the fact that Harry was quite steady on his feet and only feeling shame now burning in his cheeks and the pain that still flared and throbbed in his hands, Snape's hand came to rest on Harry's elbow.
"Severus, you will do no such thing! You go and take care of Harry now so that he is on time for his first class and I really do mean on time. If I hear that he is late simply because you couldn't say goodbye, you will find yourself patrolling the hallways all nights of next week."
"If Harry can patrol with me that is fine….We can set about traumatizing Peeves." Snape's voice was filled with amusement and if Harry hadn't been feeling so much pain, he would have laughed at the smug look on Snape's face.
"You are even worse then Albus!"
"Surely not! Albus was a senile old man with an eye problem. He should have gotten that daft twinkled fixed when he still had the time." With those words Harry was led away through the side door which he had seen the teachers appear and reappear through on a lot of occasions.
The small room came out in the Great Hall and Harry didn't break his arm loose of the easy grip Snape had upon him. He was content to allow Snape to lead him back to the office at a sedate and slower pace then what the Potions Master usually walked. "I didn't mean to draw attention to myself by keeling over, Severus, in case you were wondering."
Harry finally said quietly and the hand at his elbow squeezed for a moment as Snape sighed and then said.
"I know you weren't, Harry." Snape finally said softly as he continued. "I was worried that you were truly poisoned for a moment…."
The emotions in the dark velvet voice made Harry's heart trip and he knew that Snape cared for him. He had been worried about him and that warmed his heart as he said. "Don't let the students hear that….I mean that you care for me."
"Don't worry. Your secret and mine are safe for that matter." Snape snorted behind him and Harry's heart did a weird flip again, a happy one, Snape's hadn't denied when Harry said about caring and as hope warmed his heart, he even forgot about the pain for a moment.
He was soon seated in front of the Potions Master's desk as Snape left him for a moment as he disappeared into his private storage area to get the salve. Soon the older wizard was seated in front of him and was slowly pulling the napkins away as Harry hissed.
His hands were bright red and blistered had erupted all over the skin where the potion had hit the skin. He flexed his fingers and he could hear the blisters crack open and Snape then held his hand over Harry's, forcing him to stop moving his hands.
The long slender hands slowly began to touch the blisters and Harry found himself drawing in a large breath as Snape rubbed in the salve, causing the blisters, the redness and the burning away. Harry heaved a sigh of relief when the last blister was gone and Snape examined his hands, turning them in the light of the fire.
"There, it is all done." The Potions Master finally declared and Harry smiled at the other wizard, tracing Snape's cheek with one hand.
He had expected the other wizard to flinch away but Snape allowed the touch. "Thank you, Severus." He said as Snape smirked and leaned in.
"You can thank me properly tonight, Harry. I fear I will find myself patrolling the castle all next week if I allow you to be late now and as desirable as it is to traumatize Peeves I can find far more enjoyable things to do with my time then to simply patrol the hallways at night."
"Don't worry. I will make it worth your while." Harry breathed, pushing his lips against the thin ones before him in a quick but passionate kiss before he was up on his feet and out of the classroom, humming softly to himself without any reason and for perhaps the first time in his life, he was very happy.
I hope you liked it. I need ideas for when Mrs Weasley comes to Hogwarts in the next chapter. How will she respond? Review of course.