Harry awoke to light flooding through the windows. For a moment he could not remember where he was.

Then he remembered.

His memory triggered, reminding him of last nights events. the slapping of flesh against flesh.
The crazed desire of wanting more of his potions professor. deeper inside him. Closer against him.

Snape.

He slowly opened his eyes,

"You should get dressed." said Snape's deep voice.

He was standing by the window, fully clothed. Looking as solemn as ever.
He did not turn around, only stared out the large round window.

"Your friends will be worried. Hurry and dress."

Harry clutched onto the soft silk bed sheets, but did not move.

"Drink the potion on the nightstand, it will soften the pain I have left you."

Harry moved slightly, feeling the dull ache deep inside him. It wasn't very unpleasant. Honestly, he would have rather left it there.

"Do you regret it?" whispered Harry.

He has never felt more pathetic, and was sure Snape was in deep regret of last nights escapade.

He was stark naked in his professors bed, lips still swollen, hurting internally with dried up cum that had leaked between his thighs.
Voldemort would have enjoyed this pathetic sight.

Snape did not answer the question.

"Get dressed, Harry." he said softly.

Without another word, Snape left the room, his black robe whipping around behind him.

Harry held onto the smooth sheets and cried.

Walking to the great hall was painful. Harry's hips were aching, and he felt desolate. Not to mention the internal pains that he refused to ease by drinking Snape's potion. No. If he would only be able to feel Snape inside him once, then he demanded to feel everything.

It was late morning, and the great hall was almost empty as nearly everyone had finished breakfast.

Ron and Hermione were seated at the Gryffindor table, awaiting Harry's arrival. Hermione looked anxious.

as Harry entered the great hall, limping slightly and looking entirely disheveled, Hermione and Ron ran up to him.

"Harry! Where have you been? Do you have any idea how worried we have been? I almost went to tell Professor McGonagall that you were missing." said Hermione in a rush.

"Yeah mate, I waited up for you most the night. Then i fell asleep on the common room couch, the fire was too toasty warm ya know?"

Harry hadn't fully prepared a story yet. He hadn't even considered that part, being too heartbroken about Snape's obvious regret

"Can we just go to transfiguration please?"

"But Harry, you haven't eaten breakfast?" said Hermione, looking worried for her friend.

"What happened, mate? What did that git Snape do? Did he hurt you? Make you test potions? You look really awful mate." said Ron

"No...detention was fine." Harry stammered, less than convincing. "He made me scrub cauldrons as usual. Then I...stayed the night at...Hagrid's."

"Why on earth would you sleep at Hagrid's, Harry?" Hermione said this slowly, giving Harry a pitying look. Hermione always knows when something is wrong. Not many people can successfully lie to her either.

So they went to transfiguration. All the while wondering why Harry was limping.