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When this is finish I will find myself a beta and get rid of the mistakes as well as fixing a lot of little plotholes I've been noticing recently. Then I will be posting it on Walking The Plank, my favourite Snarry archive… I'll probably be adding more graphic scenes to make it NC-17… ;-) A few kinks here and there always brightens up my day, how about you?
Of course there is endless room to debate what falls under the 'M' rating. I have read scenes more graphic than anything I have planned for this story. I try to focus on the characters' emotions rather than description.
For those of you wondering: I have no idea how long this will be. It depends on how long it takes to get rid of Voldemort, not to mention how much slashyness you guys want!
Beware The Slash! … or should I say: Behold The Slash????
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Harry? … Would you care to explain?" Harry swallowed nervously. The first thing his mind screamed was: 'It was Dumbledore's idea!' He tried to keep looking directly at Severus, but it was hard and he glanced down to the Scios in Severus' hand, and then over to the one on the couch. "How did you get this?" Severus' voice made Harry look up again.
"Dumbledore gave it to me," he said softly, feeling all of fifteen-years-old again and in the Potions classroom.
"That meddling old!-" Severus bit off the last word and squeezed his eyes shut, his face pained. Harry felt at a loss what to do, but reached out and stroked the side of Severus' face. When the black eyes snapped open Harry's breath hitched.
"Please…" Harry leaned in again, desperate to go back to kissing, wishing he had a Time Turner so he could erase these last few minutes. "I love you."
"How can that be possible?" Severus asked, his voice raw. Harry had never witnessed, in all the time he used the Scios, Severus so incredibly vulnerable. He looked on the verge of a breakdown.
"I fell in love with you, watching you, working with you…" Harry's lips travelled towards Severus' mouth, working his way along the jaw-line.
"But- you knew, you saw-" Severus couldn't seem to form words, and his efforts to push Harry away grew feebler. Harry knew it was perhaps unfair to keep distracting Severus, but he wouldn't let the man over-think things. That was a Slytherin trait, looking at things from every possible angle.
"Yes, I knew you loved me, but it didn't bother me. I already liked you. Now, please, kiss me." Harry finally found those elusive lips and his breath was stolen away as those arms once again held him tightly. The kiss heated up slowly, but surely and Harry was now very much aroused. They parted once again and Harry was just about to protest when Severus started kissing down his neck. He groaned as Severus kissed and kissed rapidly, almost desperately.
"This can't be real," Severus whispered between kisses. Harry tilted his head to give the man better access.
"Yes, yes, it is," Harry moaned as Severus latched on and sucked. "Ah!" Severus sucked harder, leaving a mark no doubt. "Please." The man pulled back. Harry looked into those black eyes and they gazed back with pure desire and adoration. He had never seen anything so beautiful. "Make love to me?" Severus' eyes widened. Harry slowly got off the man's lap and stood, holding out a hand.
"We, we shouldn't," Severus said, eyeing the hand as if it would snap at him if he took it.
"Why not?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. Somehow, Severus' uncertainty made him bolder. Instead of waiting for an answer, or answering himself, Harry took Severus' hand firmly in his and pulled. The man came, somewhat willingly at least, or perhaps not able to resist. Harry led them to one of the doors, hoping he remembered which one was which, and pleased beyond words when it revealed the bedroom. The bed was heavily draped in a green so dark it was almost black. The rest of the room had a medieval feel to it, complete with bare stone walls. There was a dresser made of dark wood with snake-line carvings, an ornate mirror above. There was also a closet and a door leading to the bathroom. The carpet was thick and warm, probably charmed, and weaved in an intricate pattern. It was different from the living room, but strangely not cold at all. Instead it was alluring with candelabras on the bedside tables. Harry felt both excitement and nervousness.
"Harry?" He turned at his name and was suddenly engulfed in a kiss that made the others look positively pale in comparison. He moaned and pressed into Severus, who in turn held him close. "I must ask," Severus breathed against Harry's lips. "Once more before I loose… control." It sounded as if his words pained him, and Harry kissed him again briefly before speaking.
"It's okay," he said softly. "You can loose control just this once, and have it back again afterwards. As for asking, there's no need, I want you."
"Alright then…" Severus kissed him again, slower this time, but it still took a moment to realise Severus' deft fingers were unbuttoning his shirt. Soon it was pushed off his shoulders and then those fingers were everywhere at once, leaving a trail of tingling heat behind them. Harry was breathing heavily now. He was closer than ever to fulfilling all his fantasies, but he felt incredibly nervous. His Gryffindor nature wouldn't let him show it, however. He fumbled to try and unbutton Severus' long robe, so eager so see that body he had seen countless times in the flesh. Severus pushed Harry's hands away, and sank to his knees.
As Severus opened Harry's jeans, his black eyes always focused on green, Harry felt himself shiver with anticipation. Severus was watching him, he knew, for any signs of indecision, and Harry wasn't about to give it to him. He looked back steadily, even as Severus slowly made him step out of his shoes and socks, and then jeans, followed at last my his boxers. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen Harry naked before, was it? Severus rose slowly, his hands gliding up Harry's body. He kissed Harry once.
"Lay down." Harry reluctantly parted from Severus' warm body and quickly darted over to the bed, slipping under the covers where he found another warming charm. He kept close watch on Severus, who was now removing his robe by magic. Harry remembered himself wishing once that Severus wear muggle clothing, but he couldn't feel sorry at all that the only thing Severus had underneath were those black boxers Harry had seen on more than one occasion. He had seen that cock before as well, but that didn't stop his heartbeat from speeding up, nor his eyes from feasting upon it.
Severus lifted the covers and Harry scooted slightly to make room, pressing himself back against Severus the second he was lying down. Severus turned to him and drew him in, kissing his neck and shoulder with what seemed like millions of those kisses.
"I've got you in my bed," Severus whispered almost reverently as his hands smoothed down Harry's back, coming to rest just above his buttocks. Harry hummed in agreement and wriggled slightly to make that hand move. Severus' lips were on his again, and Harry moaned and pressed as close as possible, while still trying to push his backside into that big hand. He could never have imagined the pleasure those hands could excite.
"Please," Harry whispered. "I want to explore every inch of you and do endless pleasurable things, but right now I just want you to fuck me." Severus stilled slightly, and Harry almost huffed in frustration.
"Perhaps we should talk first," Severus seemed to force the words out.
"No more talking," Harry pleaded. "Sex now, talk later." He ducked his head to kiss Severus' collarbone. The man needed to understand that Harry was way past the point of no return. If Severus became anymore stupider Harry was going to explode, in more ways that one.
"Are you sure about this? I would be willing to let you top first, if that made you less nervous." So, Harry's nervousness had not gone unnoticed. He almost said yes just because the thought caused such a stir in his nether regions, but he also wanted Severus to get rid of that pesky virginity.
"Severus," Harry said as sternly as he could manage with his breathless voice. He reached down boldly and found that thick cock he had been eyeing earlier. Severus moaned. "If you don't get this inside me soon I'll-… Look, I know what I want… Remus and Sirius both gave me the encyclopaedic version of 'the talk'."
"Don't say their names in my bed," Severus growled, but it came out half strangled. "And stop that or I won't be able to do what you ask." Harry removed his hand and Severus turned away, rummaging through the bedside table and returning with a bottle of what Harry guessed was homemade lubrication. "Turn around, spread your legs." Harry complied quicker than a snitch.
(PLEASE BE WARNED THAT THIS SCENE IS M RATED FOR A REASON. Please skip to the next 'xxx' if you prefer to leave the sex to your own imagination.)
Severus pulled down the sheets and saw Harry shiver. He summoned his wand and cast an extra warming charm. Then he carefully set to work on this precious gift. He was determined to make it good for Harry. Harry… in his bed. It was the most surreal experience of Severus' life and he thought his head, as well as other parts of his anatomy, would explode when Harry started wreathing and moaning for more. Severus turned the young man over again and lifted the muscled legs to drape over his shoulders. Seeing Harry in that position made Severus pause to take a deep breath. "Ready?" Harry nodded, and Severus knew the Gryffindor was nervous, but determined, so he positioned himself and pushed in.
Harry cried out softly. It felt like a broom stuck up in there, even with all the preparation. He managed to whisper "Go slow," and Severus nodded, keeping perfectly still so Harry could adjust. Soon Severus started rocking slowly and Harry felt pleasure starting to replace the burn, especially when one of those long-fingered hands started stroking him. It was stimulation unlike anything he had ever felt before.
"Faster," he moaned, the slow pace now driving him mad. Severus complied readily. The man's skin was glistening in the flickering candlelight. Harry was having trouble keeping his eyes open. He felt blissfully connected to this man and his toes curled. One thing was sure: it was better than any pleasure his fantasies or his own fingers could produce. The hand sped up, driving Harry closer to fulfilment.
"Harry," Severus groaned and it was as if a switch had been pulled. Harry arched and came, crying out softly. Severus kept going for a few moments longer and Harry loved how he felt everything so acutely. Another groaned 'Harry' and the man came. Harry watched raptly as the usually guarded face contorted in pleasure, pleasure Harry had given him. Severus didn't collapse, but he panted as he slowly pulled out and brought down Harry's legs. Only then did he fall to the side. Harry was quick to move closer and pull up the sheets again. His arse burned, but it was like he could still feel Severus there and so he didn't mind. Severus stretched out an arm that Harry could rest his head on.
"Are you all right?" Severus asked. Harry only murmured something unintelligible, feeling too sated and tired to form actual words. "We'll talk tomorrow," Harry thought he heard before he let dreams take him.
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Harry was so warm and comfortable he didn't feel like moving. He wanted to stay right where he was. There was only one thing missing: a warm body next to his. He was pretty sure last night hadn't been a dream, so when he felt around in the bed and when there was no sign of Severus he pried his eyes open and found himself alone. He sat up in bed and looked around. The light of day seemed to come from nowhere, lighting up the room even without windows. Harry stretched and noticed his clothes neatly folded and placed on the covers at the foot of the bed. He got up and pulled them on, leaving off his socks and shoes in favour of going out into the living room to search for Severus.
He found the man sitting at the round table in the alcove, reading the Daily Prophet and drinking tea. The rest of the table was filled with everything Harry had used to eat for breakfast at Hogwarts. He was pretty sure Severus hardly ate anything this time of day.
"Hey," Harry said, trying to focus on the peaceful feelings inside that came with the knowledge that everything was out in the open and the Scios Totalus were off. Severus looked up and simply watched as Harry came over, hesitated, and then leaned in for a kiss. Harry was very grateful when Severus allowed it and couldn't help but let his eyes fall shut and savour it. For some reason he delighted at the soft smacking sound when they parted. A small smile appeared on his face as he sat down across from Severus, who had by now folded his paper.
"Tea?" Severus asked and Harry nodded. The man poured while Harry grabbed a piece of toast to nibble on. He couldn't decide whether he was really hungry or had a tummy ache. "Milk and sugar?"
"Both." Severus floated the cup over to him. "Thanks." Harry wasn't sure if he liked the silence or not. He seemed unsure about a lot of things, he realised. Severus looked calm enough, but that could be a mask. Then again why should Harry be wary of a little peace in the morning? They hadn't had an argument in… Harry couldn't remember. They rarely had it out in his lessons, so why would things change now?
"There are things we need to discuss," Severus spoke up.
"What things, exactly?" Harry asked.
"The Scios Totalus for one… and our… situation." Harry frowned at the term.
"You mean our relationship?" he asked just to see how Severus would react. The man sighed and looked away.
"Harry-"
"No," Harry cut in. He knew that tone and he wasn't going to let Severus act stupid over this. He was frankly sick of it. He rose and came round to Severus, grabbed the back of the man's head and leaned down for a harsh kiss. When he abruptly drew back he kept a tight hold on the black looks, still soft and non-greasy from the man's morning shower. "Didn't you hear me last night?" he asked sternly, staring into Severus' black eyes. "You're mine, only mine, and I'm never letting you go. So you can whine and repeat as many versions of 'I'm too old and a former Death Eater and your teacher' all you like. I'm a man now, and a Gryffindor no matter what. You're stuck with me." There was a deafening silence afterwards, but it only lasted a heartbeat.
"Are you quite finished?" Severus asked, managing to look both superior and Slytherin-like even with Harry holding onto him. No sooner had Harry let go, however, than Severus pulled him into another harsh kiss, Harry easily sliding onto the man's lap and their tongues battled for dominance. Harry would not let him have it this time, and Severus gave in, leaning back in his chair as Harry devoured him. When they finally parted they were both panting. "You have grown into a fine young man, Harry," Severus commented dryly. Harry grinned, a little smugly and kissed the man again just because he could. He tried to get up, but Severus held him in place. "You're stuck with me too, I'm afraid," Severus drawled and Harry let out a relieved laugh and rested his head on Severus' shoulder, drinking in man's fresh scent.
"Remind me to thank Zabini," Harry murmured as he wound his arms around Severus' neck.
"Zabini?"
"Don't play dumb." Harry poked the man in the side. "He kissed you and I saw. That's why I came over."
"Ah," was Severus' only reply.
"You did… throw him out, right?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Of course," was Severus' soft reply. The stillness that followed was odd so Harry raised his head and looked at Severus' face. The man had that look again: a calm mask. "You saw with the Scios?" he asked unnecessarily. Harry nodded. "Which Dumbledore gave you… what did he tell you to do, exactly?"
"Eh, well, to spy on you." Severus let out a hiss that was probably a curse and his arms around Harry tightened. "Look, if it wasn't for him I never would have gotten to know you," Harry tried, but Severus pushed Harry to his feet and rose himself. He started to pace.
"And what if you didn't like what you saw, Harry? What then? What if you found out I loved you and… there could have been a hundred different outcomes, but the man gambled, probably on the least likely scenario."
"Actually, I knew you loved me before I ever used the Scios." Severus stopped abruptly and stared at Harry, who ducked his head a little. "I overheard a conversation between you and Dumbledore."
"I see… it seems you don't need the Scios to be a spy, Harry."
"Does it really matter? We're together now, right? It all worked out." Harry moved towards the man, wanting simply to touch him. Severus shook his head and held up his hand.
"It matters Harry… but I will have words with the Headmaster later. What we need to discuss is how we are going to deal with other people and our... relationship." Harry smiled, showing he was pleased Severus had used that word.
"As far as 'other people' go I'm not too crazy about having any hot Slytherin males around you, that's for sure. That'll have to be rule number one," Harry said cheekily. Severus snorted and rolled his eyes. "Can I call you my boyfriend now?" Severus' eyes widened slightly.
"Harry, that's not a good idea." Knowing how to work with what he had Harry moved forward swiftly and pressed his body against Severus', much like he had on that fateful day when he had planted the Scios, only this time he wasn't just teasing. He could actually follow through, and that thought thrilled him.
"Please?" he asked innocently, tilting his head up and offering his lips in silent invitation.
"Harry, think. You know how people view homosexuality in the wizarding world."
"I didn't mean to tell everybody," Harry quickly assured the man, lifting one hand to brush away some black locks from Severus' face, just like he had always wanted to and now could. "Sirius, Remus, Hermione and Draco all know I'm gay and are okay with it."
"We'll that's hardly surprising. The mutt and the werewolf are gay, as far as I can tell, while Draco knows too much of pureblood subcultures. Granger I suspect has muggle parents who are tolerant." Harry gave the man another little poke.
"Don't call them that," he reprimanded, referring to 'mutt and werewolf'. Severus' raised a dubious eyebrow, clearly not believing Harry was capable of reproaching him in anything. Harry put on his best glare. "I mean it. Be nice or no sex."
"Withholding sex? How feminine of you," Severus drawled, keeping that infernal eyebrow raised. Harry's inner Gryffindor lion immediately roared in protest.
"Alright," Harry said lightly. "If you insult my family I'll have to bend you over the dining table and give it to you so hard you'll still feel it the next time you see them." Severus' eyes had darkened, and the eyebrow had faltered. Harry pressed closer, surprised, but excited over his daring. "The moment one sarcastic insult is on your lips all I'll have to do is look at you and you'll feel me." Their lips were only a breath apart now.
"What about you, Mr. Potter," Severus said in a dark husky voice that had Harry's half-hard member rising fully. "Can you still feel me?" He could of course, and Severus knew it, but a blush still rose to his cheeks, hopefully mostly from arousal.
"Yes," Harry hissed before their lips crushed together.
"We really need to actually finish this conversation," Severus said when they parted. Harry groaned in disappointment.
"Now?"
"Well, we can wait, if you indulge me."
"Indulge you in what?" Severus didn't reply verbally, but instead bent and lifted Harry right up, his hands underneath Harry's thighs. Harry automatically held onto Severus' shoulders.
"Kiss me." Well, not much to say to that, was there? Harry wound his legs around Severus' waist as they kissed passionately. He felt rather than saw that they moved to the bedroom once again.
Severus was silently delighted to finally be able to act out his fantasy, and he was highly anticipating many more such delights in the near future.
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Some time later Harry came out of the bedroom again, a little sorer, but very satisfied. Severus went and picked up the invisibility cloak from where Harry had discarded it the night before, and handed it to Harry.
"I hope your… family doesn't give you a hard time for not returning last night," he murmured. Harry smiled, slightly nervous when he thought about it, but shrugged it off.
"Don't yell at Dumbledore too much," Harry said in answer as he draped the cloak over his shoulders. His heart soared as Severus leaned down for once last, lingering kiss. Harry's smile didn't fade all the way up to Dumbledore's office. Luckily for the old wizard, Dumbledore wasn't in. Harry flooed back to Grimmauld Place, his stomach in a big knot. To his utter horror he found Sirius, Remus, Mr and Mrs. Weasley along with Dumbledore all gathered around the kitchen table. They looked up simultaneously when he stumbled out of the fireplace. Dumbledore quickly smiled.
"There you are, Harry, I was just telling them that you were at Hogwarts. They were quite worried." Dumbledore paused and took in the room. "Well, I'll just be on my way." Harry hoped dearly that Severus would lay into him good as the man walked swiftly by him and disappeared in a burst of green. Silence reigned until Remus rose with a rather forced smile.
"Molly did tell us you went to Hogwarts, but when you didn't come home… well, you're here now so…" Harry was at a loss. They hadn't gotten around to discussing how or if they should tell people, but Harry had gotten the distinct impression that Severus wanted it to be kept secret. Harry, however, did not want anymore secrets of that sort, especially since Remus and Sirius were of the few people who already accepted his sexuality.
"Where were you?" Sirius rose suddenly. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked highly uncomfortable and so they left the kitchen as silently as possible.
"I was at Hogwarts," Harry said. At Sirius expectant expression he elaborated, almost automatically twisting the truth. "Se- Snape sent a message and told me that if I was up for it we could have the lesson after all… I guess I fell asleep on the couch."
"You feel asleep on the couch?" Sirius repeated. Remus put a hand on his mate's arm and Sirius glanced at him.
"Sirius-" Remus began, but the other wizard cut him off.
"No, Remus, this is insane!" Harry stood uncertainly glancing from one to the other.
"Sirius, we agreed-"
"I don't care!"
"You're jumping to conclusions," Remus stated calmly. "For all we know this has nothing to do-"
"The hell it doesn't! It all fits!"
"Except for the fact that Severus is a highly unlikely candidate." Sirius snorted, loudly.
"I don't think it's so unlikely. Have you seen my godson lately? I wouldn't put it past him-"
"Alright, that's it!" Harry yelled, effectively shutting both wizards up and gaining their attention. Harry was blushing due to Sirius' comment about his looks. He knew he had changed from the almost sickly thin, short, scar-covered runt he'd been before, but he hadn't expected many people to notice, let alone his own godfather. "What are you talking about? And speak in normal voices, thank you." Sirius looked a little ashamed of his yelling, but still looked defensive. Luckily Remus spoke up first.
"Sirius and I agreed that if you ever… developed feelings towards the man in love with you we would support it. Sirius seems to have jumped to the conclusion that the person is Severus. Apparently Sirius saw you drawing him, and then there was the birthday visit, not to mention all the lessons and the fact that you always seem so happy on Sundays, but," Remus added with a pointed look at Sirius. "That is far from conclusive evidence. If you say you fell asleep on his couch, then we believe you." Harry felt guilty at once, of course, but should he tell them the truth? He couldn't explain about the Scios, that would get them both into way too much trouble.
"Severus is the one in love with me," Harry blurted before he could stop himself, charging into things like the Gryffindor he still was. Sirius looked both triumphant and murderous.
"I knew it!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger at Remus, who looked genuinely surprised, but not angry. "Just like the greasy git to lust after you now that you've grown up. I swear if he lays a finger-"
"I'm in love with him to," Harry interrupted Sirius' rant before the man said something Harry wouldn't be able to forgive. Sirius blinked stupidly while Remus' face softened. "We're together now, and we are going to be together no matter what you say because I'm a grown man, Sirius." Remus came forward and put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Of course, Harry. But if you ever need to talk, we're still here for you." Harry felt very relieved at those words. He still needed guidance from the wise man in front of him, even if he was all grown up. Harry allowed himself to be hugged. When Remus pulled away he looked at Harry intently. "He really loves you?"
"Yes, very much so," Harry said sincerely, knowing it so completely it made him feel giddy just thinking about it.
"Good. I wish you luck," Remus said, a hint of teasing in his voice Harry couldn't help but grin at. When the pair looked back to Sirius they did so with a good dose of trepidation. The man just stared at them for a moment before he turned and walked out of the room. They heard him ascend the stairs all the way to the bedroom. Remus squeezed Harry's shoulder.
"Just give him a moment," he said softly. Harry nodded, his eyes on the door, his stomach still in a knot.
Meanwhile at Hogwarts…
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There you have it! Did you like all the smut? How much more do you actually want? I have no problem writing more all day long (I'm such a perv). You want to see Harry topping? The sex scene is very loosely based on episode one, season one of "Queer as Folk" the US version.
Oh, and did you hear the good news?
Dumbledore is GAY! JK said so!!!!! I'm so happy! I may even put in into my story! (Would you guys want that??) Apparently he was in love with Grindelwald. That's so sad. Poor Dumbles. This is the first time I feel really bad for the guy.