I come back to my quarters and find Harry at my office desk, reading one of those mystery novels he's so fond of. It's late, and his eyes are red. I wonder if he has really been reading or if he's only pretending that he has.
"Harry... It's late. You must be tired. Let's go to the bedroom."
He drops the book on the desk and follows me. I sit on the bed and he sits at my side.
"We need to talk."
We stare at each other for a long time. His eyes are really red. Has he been crying? I have never seen Harry Potter cry, not even in his worst moments of pain, physical or emotional. I breathe deeply, trying to muster courage.
"Harry, I'm so sorry. Tomorrow you will have to go, and I will have to... meet the Death Eaters again. War is cruel and merciless, and..."
"No!"
He hugs me tight and buries his face in the crook of my neck. It's not a comfortable position, with us sitting side by side on the bed. I don't know what to say, how to comfort him. I wish I could say to him that we will meet again, that we will stay together forever, but... I don't believe in miracles. I have no strength to believe. Everything is against us.
"Sev, make love to me. Please."
"Harry, this is not the right thing to do. We don't even know if we... if we shall see each other again."
"That's one more reason... Then at least I will be able to keep this memory with me."
I can feel my eyes getting moist. Snivellus, they used to call me when I was a kid. Now I don't cry anymore. The last time I cried was when Albus decided to give me a second chance, almost twenty years ago.
I start to take off his clothes, slowly, exploring every expanse of skin I uncover, caressing it with my hands, tongue, teeth - softly, carefully. He's already fully hard. I begin to undress - an excruciatingly slow process, due to all these buttons on my robes! When, finally, no piece of cloth covers our bodies, I go to the chest of drawers and take out a little flask from the upper drawer. Holding it in my left hand, I come back to Harry and pull him into my arms, pushing him down onto bed and lying at his side. I capture his lips in a long, deep kiss, pressing him against me. I can't get enough of him.
Then I retreat a little, open the flask and put the lube on my fingers. He stares at me with an expression of anxiety, perhaps fear.
"Are you sure that you want this?"
He nods. I would be more tranquil if he had spoken, instead of just nodding, but I won't insist, for the time being. I have to be prepared to ask him the same question many times yet. I must know without a shadow of doubt that he really wants to do that.
"If you turn over, it will be... more comfortable."
He does as I say. I spread his legs gently and massage his perineum area. When he seems to get accustomed to my touch, I introduce my finger slowly into his entrance. He's so tight, so warm... My cock throbs and I'm almost losing myself in the sensations when I notice he's tense.
"It won't hurt. This lubricant potion prevents any inner hurt. Maybe you'll feel awkward in the beginning, but soon you'll get used to the sensation. And it might seem strange, but it will be better if you push back instead of relaxing. Forget this notion about one being the active and the other being the passive one, right?"
He nods, and begins to move his hips. I slide the second finger inside him. He tenses again. Carefully, I lie at his side and place small bites on his shoulders. He writhes, surrendering to my caresses.
"Yes. Just like that," I coax him.
I flex my fingers and he shudders.
"Oh."
"Do you like it?"
"Oh, yes."
"Do you think you can take another finger?"
"Yes, please..."
God. A shiver runs through my whole body as I hear him pleading. The third finger joins the other two, and Harry takes it well. He starts to move rhythmically around them. I flex them again, and he moans loudly.
"Please..."
Oh, Merlin. I have to ask him again.
"Are you sure, Harry? Tell me."
"I am. Please, Sev."
I separate his legs further and spread the lube over my member, copiously. Then I position myself at his tight entrance.
"Harry, brace and push back," I whisper.
I ease into him with slow, gradual thrusts and Harry pushes back. I moan loudly
when I feel his tightness and warmness surrounding me, enveloping me completely.
I breathe deeply and penetrate slowly, stopping now and then to check if he's
all right. More and more, Harry pushes back, trying to pull me deeper, driving
me crazy.
"Slow down, Harry, please," I ask him.
I make love to him with slow, deep strokes. Now I'm buried within his body. I'm trembling, but I keep the pace slow. I feel him melting beneath me. We get totally lost inside each other, and only the rhythm of our joined bodies controls us. This is craziness; I've never felt like that before.
I grab his hand and twine my fingers with his.
"Severus," he murmurs lowly.
"Harry," I whisper into his ear, nibbling his earlobe.
We continue to rock together, completely in sync, neither in any hurry to reach completion. It's more than a physical union. It's like our very souls are connecting. Our climax builds slowly, like a flower blooming deep within and spreading outward. Waves of pleasure sweep over our bodies. I clutch his hand tightly while we come together.
Afterwards, we stay cuddled beneath the blankets, and the way he stares at me makes me shiver to the bone.
"Severus, I l..."
I put my finger on his lips, silencing him.
"Sh. Don't say it yet. You still don't know me enough. Tomorrow, our ways will part. Nobody knows what can possibly happen in the future. You're too young. You shouldn't tie yourself to anyone yet."
If he only knew how much it hurts to say this.
"But..."
This time, I silence him with kisses until sleep overtakes him.
Author's Notes:
As I've already told you, now we'll have a third part, from an omniscient third
person PoV. It will be very short, with just 2 chapters. Are you ready?
Replies to Reviews:
jamie: I'm sorry, I could not keep them together! But this is not the ending! Thanks!
Sally-Jo: A sequel... Well, first we must know if our heroes will survive this story, mwahahaha!
Kati: I'm doing the best that I can! *smiles back*
Anarane Anwamane: Me too!
Fuzzy-Bumpkins: Yeah, I'm sorry, but there's two more chapters, who knows?
Faerie Fighter: *wink wink nudge nudge back. You know what I mean?*
Kristen: Thanks!
Nymphadora Tonks1: Thank you! Oh, I'm a translator, I have dozens of dictionaries. At www.babylon.com you can find some dictionaries that contain "macaronic". search.britannica.com has a longer entry explaining the term.
LeeLeePotter: It wasn't me, it was Sev! He's tricky. Thx!
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Ruth: Dumbledore didn't tell anything about it to Sev. He has only given some information and instructions to Sev regarding his role as a spy. Maybe he knows, maybe not. If you ask me, I would tell you that I believe he knows *all*!