Chapter 37: Secrets and Seduction

Harry woke early the next morning and was disappointed to find Snape already gone. As he rubbed his eyes and climbed out of bed, a voice startled him. "Mr. Potter, it's rather early for you to be awake." He turned slowly to face the speaker.

"Professor, not to be rude, but what are you doing here?"

Minerva gave him a small smile. "I've come to see how you were faring. While it's none of my business, I noticed that you and Mr. Weasley seem to be at odds."

He grimaced. "Yeah, he and I had a bit of an argument." His eyes flickered down to the bandages around his arms. He had never been so thankful for sleeved uniforms until yesterday; the clothing covered his grotesque, bloody bandages, hiding them from nosy classmates.

"The one that caused you to end up here?" She inquired, moving closer. The Head of House noticed her lion glance at his bandages and it sent chills through her heart. She wouldn't let herself think about what would have happened if they'd been too late.

"How did you— Hermione. She told you, didn't she?"

The professor ignored his question and asked one of her own, "I had intended to ask Madame Pomfrey, but as you're the only one here, you'll have to do: Will you be back to Quidditch soon?"

Harry opened his mouth but was immediately interrupted by the medi-witch. "He will be unable to fly for a week to ensure his arms don't reopen. Other than that, and his daily check-ups, he's to return to life as normal." The Gryffindor snorted and she revised her statement, "as normal as he can be." She took his arm in her hands as she approached the bed and studied the wrappings.

"But I can still coach?" He asked hopefully.

"With your feet planted firmly on the ground," she said in a strict tone.

Harry repressed a smile as he thought back to the last time he'd heard those words. Right before I was named Gryffindor's seeker, he reminisced. "Thank you," he mumbled as she changed the bandages.

McGonagall looked away from the new pink skin. It killed her to have not been there sooner; to think that she could have prevented all of this from happening.

Harry sensed that something was off and looked up at his professor. She smiled at him but her jaw was set and her hands were shaking at her sides. As though reading her thoughts he said, "You did everything you could. I promise." She nodded curtly and departed. Her heart sank in her chest as she allowed herself to think about what could have happened to Harry.

Severus strode past Minerva in a rush but slowed when he saw the storm of emotions in her eyes. "Are you alright?" He inquired in a harsh whisper.

She nodded, but it was getting to be too much. Much like Snape, McGonagall was a private person. But the heavy weight on her heart made her shoulders sag and her eyes grow wet. He led her to an unused classroom and closed the door behind them. "If it's about Potter, you did everything you could. He's alive because of you." Her shoulders shook and it took Severus a couple seconds to realize he was witnessing Minerva cry. He moved closer and draped an arm around her, unsure of what else to do. This seems to comfort Harry, he reasoned. Eventually she straightened and Snape removed his arm.

"Thank you," she managed before slipping out the door.

Severus waited a few seconds before he too left and went to see Harry. While he found Minerva's actions a little unsettling, he remembered the first time one of his Slytherins had done something similar… but succeeded. He shuddered and forced the memory from his mind.

The hospital wing was completely empty aside from the Gryffindor shoving books into his schoolbag. "Potter," he said lightly.

Harry threw the bag onto the bed and smiled. "How are you?"

"I'm well. I apologize for not being here when you woke. There was a potion I needed to attend," he offered.

"It's fine, not like I've been up long anyway." Harry paused for a minute, as though debating whether he wanted to say his next words. After a few seconds he blurted, "I don't want to see Ron again, but..." He lowered his voice, "No offence to Madame Pomfrey, I'm getting a little tired of being here."

"And I'm tired of seeing you," she said good-naturedly and disappeared into her office.

Harry blushed, not expecting her to hear; but was more interested in what Snape would have to say about Ron to pursue it any further.

Severus smirked mischievously and said, "Perhaps today in class you could butcher your potion just enough to earn a week of detention. But you need to get there first," he added, checking the time.

Harry eyes lit up and he smiled. "Deal!" He said and grabbed his bag before running out.

Snape let him have a decent head start before making his way down to the dungeons. One foot through the potions door and the class silenced. He smirked while stalking up the middle of the room, occasionally sneering at a Gryffindor. The class passed as expected with Harry earning himself a week's worth of detention and Granger loudly declaring it unfair. To which he pleasantly responded that she'd just lost Gryffindor ten house points.

Finally Harry found himself at Snape's office door; he knocked before pushing it open and sighing as he stepped in. "You're late," came a silk voice from the front of the room.

"Sorry sir," he said as the potion master put up silencing charms. Harry crossed the room and snuggled into Snape's embrace. "I missed you."

"And I you. But as punishment for being tardy, you've earned yourself Occlumency practice." The Gryffindor huffed but sat down in a chair and waited patiently for Severus's attack. He launched it without warning.

Memories flowed through Harry's head, whipping him choppily through the timeline of his life. He groaned as they kept it up for hours. Time and time again the two watched some of the most intimate moments of Harrys life flash before their eyes. One of the numerous times Harry got hard in potions, them fucking in detention, Harry's dream of Severus pounding his ass on his desk.

Snape stopped watching and withdrew. "You're getting better," he praised as his cock hardened, straining against his dress pants. The fantasies he'd witnessed were some of his own; and he decided he wanted to make a specific one a reality tonight.

"Thanks," Harry panted. Sweat glistened on his face and dripped onto his shirt. His muscles ached from clenching as he built walls around his mind. Walls that Snape tore down in seconds, he thought bitterly.

Severus stared down at him, his heartbeat increased as he breathed the Gryffindor's name and pulled him to his feet. Harry looked into his onyx eyes for a brief moment before their mouths found each other. They crushed together and Snape led them to his desk. He gently pushed the Gryffindor atop it, straddling him.

Harry gasped as the cold wood touched his flesh; but the distraction was quickly forgotten as Snape's fingers made quick work of Harry's clothes and then his own. He traced his teeth down his collarbone and bit into the porcelain flesh. Harry didn't scream in pain, he grunted and pulled Severus's head down for another nip. The potion master obliged before smashing their lips together once more. Harry groaned as their erections rubbed, quietly whispering for Severus to fuck him.

Snape growled his affection as he put Harry's ankles on his shoulders and slathered lube on himself. The cool solution quickly warmed as he inched into Harry. The Gryffindor was impatient, but the sturdy desk prevented him from making Snape go faster. He knew the potion master was teasing him and it just made him harder. "Faster," he begged as waves of pleasure coursed through him.

Severus thrusted harder and faster, his hands firmly wrapped around Harry's hips to keep him in place. He grunted as he felt his climax coming and sped up even more. Harry was shrieking in ecstasy as Snape thrust a final time. He sank into his chair, exhausted and spent. His breathing slowed and the thin layer of sweat over his body was growing cold. He cast a cleaning charm on the two of them before looking up expectantly at Harry.

"Can we do that again?" The Gryffindor asked excitedly. Even though right now, he wanted nothing more than to sleep in Severus's arms.

"Of course," the potion master said and pulled the younger man into his lap. "As many times as you'd like… tomorrow."

They both laughed as Snape conjured his desk into a bed and they climbed in. Harry snuggled into his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. "I love you."