Authors Notes: Awfully sorry this took so long. I don't know how it happened to take me so long... anyways. This is where you really see why this silly little fic is under Romance. *hides* Still a bit angsty... can't help myself now can I. Second to last part. Eternal appreciation for the reviews. *feels so very loved*

-Dumbledore so knows everything although he doesn't appear at all in this fic you can bet your life he knows all about Snape & Harry's love. Aww.
-Snape's sudden change of heart: No Snape thoughts as to why I'm afraid... Apparently he didn't feel like talking about it. *shrugs* But I have one word for you. Love. He loves Harry and even though he's a stubborn bitter old professor he's not heartless. Well that's how the story goes in this fic at least. *g*

Lured by the Forbidden 7: Deadly Snake, Broken Snape – Written by xfasciXnationx

The meetings in the dungeons grew more frequent as days turned to weeks; a bond formed between the Potions Master and the famous Gryffindor boy, and with this the truth became harder and harder to hide. A secret exchange of looks during potions, the small smile Harry flashed each time he saw Snape stealing a glance in his direction. The absence of torrential scalding and point taking became a topic of great debate amongst the sixth year students.

At the end of a particularly bad Potions lesson it comes as a welcome surprise and relief to the speculating students when Snape yells, "Potter! Get back in here, I want to talk to you." The quiet menace and loathing undertones fully returned to his voice.
Harry gives Ron and Hermione a hopeless look. "Snake calls. I'll catch you up."
Harry moves back into the classroom and leans against the edge of a desk in the front row waiting for all the students to leave and filter away from the classroom.

Snape moves over to Harry and crushes their lips together, tasting everything he desires returned as the young supple lips comply beneath his. Breaking apart gasping for air Snape pants in a whisper next to Harry's ear. "I wanted you all lesson you little devil."
Harry grins up innocently. "What did you want me for?"

Harry pulls Snape hard against him and slips his hand into Snape's robes grasping the firm cock; sliding his hand over the hot flesh achingly slowly. "Is this what you wanted me for? Hmm Severus?" Harry said his name like seduction. Severus half moaned half growled in reply.
"No more talking." He lifted Harry up onto the desk and sealed their lips together. Wrapping his legs around Severus' waist Harry pulled him closer leaving almost no space for his hand to move around the potion master's cock.

"Mmm you're deadly Snake." Harry breathes against Severus' swollen lips. Snape pulls back to look strangely at Harry, his head tilted slightly a frown creasing his brow. Harry smiles buying some time, trying hold back the fit of giggles that threatened to escape.
"Eh sorry Severus… It's an uh…" Harry couldn't control his laughter anymore, and it erupted shaking his slight frame with its force.

The slight frown of confusion on Snape's face slowly morphs into a scowl as his young love continued to laugh at him. "What's so funny?" Snape demands in the cold, harsh tone he uses on his classes. Harry stops laughing abruptly and buries his face against Severus' neck.
"It's just a silly nickname I gave you a long time ago. I'm sorry."
"Hmmm…" Snape thinks about the comment rationally for a moment. "Well I am head of Slytherin."
"Yes, you are." Harry plants several small kisses against the soft neck where his face is snuggled. "But that's not why I called you Snake."
"It's not?" Snape looks at Harry with a puzzled expression again.
"No." Harry says simply, returning to kissing the pale neck before him.

Snape slides his hand over Harry's cheek, brushing over the strong jawbone to gently lift the boys face up to his own. Harry leans forward and engages his dark angel in a passionate kiss, hoping that after this Snape will have forgotten all about the nickname. Harry has no such luck though, Snape is determined to have his answer. "So why then?" is the first thing out of Severus' mouth as he breaks off the kiss.

Harry sighs. "Well in the days when you hated me and I hated you, my friends and I would try and come up with nasty nicknames for you." Snape's eyes flicker with burning pain and Harry wishes he'd never mentioned the silly nickname. "And one day I came up with Snake… because of Snape."
"I see." Is Severus' only response. He stands rigidly before Harry, his eyes downcast.

"I'm sorry Severus. I was only a kid." Harry sighs, laying his head on his loves shoulder. "Please don't be angry."
"I'm not angry Harry. I could never…" A tear splashes down onto Harry's face as Snape's voice falters. "Harry I never hated you. I just wanted you to do well, to achieve what I knew you were capable of." Snape sighs deeply, tightening his arms around Harry. "I wanted you to have what you deserve."
"I… I never knew."

Harry closes his eyes and pulls Snape into a tight embrace, gently stroking the muscled back of the older man. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry Severus." Harry sighs kissing away the sparkling tear trail from the ghostly white skin of his love's face. "I wish I knew… why didn't you ever tell me?"

Snape sighs again placing a kiss over Harry's lightening scar. "If I told you it never would have worked, Harry. You know that."
"I know, I know. Thank you." Planting kiss of thanks on Snape's lips. "You've done so much for me. I owe you everything…."
"You owe me nothing." Snape growls so Harry would argue no more.
Harry groans softly slumping against his dark angel. He knows that voice demands that he doesn't argue but it is hard to resist. Snape has done so much for Harry – saved his life, risked his own as a spy, been his teacher, his grounding force for so long and now his love; but Snape wouldn't hear it. Every time Harry tried to thank him Snape would snarl at him and be angry about it for days if he pressed the issue.

Snape held his little love close, lost in thoughts of his own about why he deserves such a precious gift from the world. He would protect Harry at all costs and love him for as long as Harry wanted him to, not that he could ever stop, but if Harry wanted to leave he would never object. He couldn't, he could never bring himself to hold the beautiful boy back from his dreams- and while his dreams seemed to include him, he would treasure that feeling forever.

As Harry and Snape embrace in the potions dungeon, Harry begins to drift into a light sleep. Snape smiles a rare brilliant, loving smile as he absently strokes the boy's ever-unruly dark hair. Stirring Harry looks up sleepily into the endless dark pools of Snape's eyes. "Come on beautiful, we can't stay here for much longer."

"I know, but I want to." The two share deep kiss. "Do you think I could come and stay with you tonight?" Harry whispers at Snape's ear, flicking his tongue over the soft lobe.
"Harry…" Snape gives him a stern look.
"Please." The soft breathy begging voice is almost too much for the professor. "I know we can't… make love while I'm still at school, but please… I just need to be with you."
"Harry." Snape's resolve is weakening, his voice less stern and authorative.
"Just tonight Severus. Hold me. Keep away the dreams." earnest, sad green eyes looking into his.

That is it, Snape couldn't say no to that. On the few occasions Harry has suffered through reliving his nightmares to tell him about them is pain enough. He wants more than anything to take them away even if he had to endure them himself he would do it. The young boy had been tormented more than most people ever were in their entire lives in his short 17 years.
"Oh love, of course." Snape crushes Harry against him again, protective and loving.
"Come down when you're ready after dinner. I'll be waiting for you." Soft kisses of promise on Harry's face. "But you better go catch up with your friends now before they come looking for you."
"Ok." Harry jumps off the table as Snape moves back several paces to allow them each some space of their own for the first time in an hour.

Harry wanders dazedly up to the great hall to find his friends and have dinner. He finds them chattering at the Gryffindor table, Hermione and Ron arguing as always about something completely unimportant that they'd probably forgotten almost right away anyway. As he draws nearer they stop to stare at him, sitting down across the table from the two.

"Harry are you ok?" They both rush to speak at once, forming a single voice. Harry looks up at them, a mischievous twinkle shining in the depths of his emerald eyes.
"Why I'm just fine, Herm, Ron." The other two Gryffindors look at each other concern written on the expressions.
"What did Snake do to you Harry?" Ron demands angrily.
"Don't call him that." Harry snarls, eyes flashing dangerously.
"What?" Ron confused, looking worriedly at Harry.
"Don't call him Snake." Voice hard and cold.

"Ok, ok, calm down Harry. It's only a joke."
"No Ron, it's not a joke." Standing up and yelling Harry is attracting glances from other tables in the hall. "It's not a joke at all." Tears begin to fill his eyes as his voice breaks with sobs. "It hurts, it hurts him when we call him names."

Hermione jumps up quickly and moves around the table to pull Harry into a hug. Harry sobs into her hair hysterically. Steering them back towards the Gryffindor common room, shooting a look over her shoulder when Ron isn't immediately behind them. Ron gets up and rushes after them.

The three sit down on an overstuffed, yet comfortable sofa they had long ago dragged into their almost private corner of the Gryffindor common room, Hermione's arm around Harry's shaking shoulders protectively. Ron sits on the other side of Harry, wringing his robes between his hands nervously – after all he had been the one to seemingly cause the upset. Hermione glares at Ron over the trembling teenage boy in her arms, thinking that at least her boyfriend had the grace to look guilty. Of course she has no more idea than Ron does about why Harry is so devastatingly upset. It can't have anything to do with Snape… could it. Hermione and Ron exchanged worried looks, having come to the same conclusion.

Harry's upset most certainly did have something to do with the Potions Master.