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Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know whats real and whats not
The empty feeling had gone and nervousness had taken its place. Though it appeared as though Harry was calmly crushing his asphodel root (the last ingredient for the draught of living death) his mind was teeming with thoughts and revelations whilst his hands automatically brewed the potion.
Recently he had been reacting to Snape in way he had never done before and it had all started the day that he'd cut his finger. For some reason the potion wasn't working and simply being near Snape made him feel safe and ready to submit. This meant that whenever Snape was near he reacted whether the potions master was aroused or not and that didn't bode well for their evening potion sessions this week.
All he could do for the moment was stay as far away from Snape as he could and touching for any reason was definitely out. Tomorrow he'd go to the library at the first opportunity and try to find out anything about Cupido's that would indicate a reason as to why this was happening. After all the fact that the potion wasn't working with Snape was an indication that him being a Cupido had something to do with it.
Glancing up he noted that he only had ten minutes of the lesson left and so quelling the new wave of anxiety that rose from his chest to his throat, he stirred the potion twice clockwise and dropped the crushed asphodel in.
Immediately a vile stench seeped insidiously into his nostrils and he backed away choking, he'd got it right then.
Hermione glanced over and scowled, her potion was still sludge like colour it was supposed to be at stage three and obviously she had gone wrong somewhere.
"Hellebore" Harry said wiping the tears from his streaming eyes off of his cheeks and wincing form the soreness the salty fluid had caused.
"What?" She snapped whilst pouring over the text to see what she'd missed.
"You add Hellebore to counteract the Dittany, therefore causing the drinker to look peaceful in death."
"Where does it say that?" She asked frantically leafing through the pages, her eyes widening in panic.
"It doesn't, your supposed to predict that Dittany will halt the brewing status until you add Hellebore, I'd say you used more then was necessary, you only need it to cause the blood to slow anyway."
She sniffed piously and said, "If it isn't in the book then it's not needed and besides not all deaths are peaceful Harry"
He frowned and bit his lip, "I know, believe me I know." He whispered softly.
Severus cautiously moved towards his mate's table, stopping to look in several of the Gryffindor cauldrons along the way and sneering at the contents. He'd managed to stay away from him all lesson and now he thought it about time he went to check on Harry's potion as it was the end of the lesson and unlikely to matter how distracted he was.
He paused again at the table behind Harry and promptly emptied Weasley's cauldron with a flick of his wand. Idiot boy, did he not know how dangerous a mix asphodel and belladonna were? What an earth had caused him to put it in the potion in the first place he didn't…
He paused and sniffed the air as his heightened sense of smell caught a familiar yet slightly altered fragrance, through the noxious steam of the brewing potions, the scent of his mate unfurled. Reaching out and drawing him nearer with its subtle warning that his mate was in pain.
Leaving Weasley still spluttering about a waste of potion ingredients he moved round to the front of Harry and Granger's desk just in time to catch Granger saying, "I'm so sorry Harry I didn't mean… you know I didn't mean Cedric or snuffles or anyone like that I-"
"You forgot the Dittany Miss Granger, the potion is unsalvageable please pour it down the sink and clear your workspace. I expect an extra homework essay from you on the importance of knowing your ingredients."
Swiftly he moved on and glanced into Harry's potion. Thankfully it was almost perfect so ridicule at this point was unnecessary.
"An almost perfect potion Mr Potter as I have come to expect, but may I suggest…"
He walked around to stand behind his mate, pressing against his back and curving a hand around the young man's.
Lowering his head slightly so Harry could hear him he said, "If you stir once and then cut through the potion like you would the batter for a cake…" He brought the stirring stick round full circle and then cut through it as he'd said, Harry's hand still furled warmly beneath his. "It causes the shrivel fig to dissolve faster."
Harry forced himself to ignore the fact that the other man's breath tickled his ear and that warmth from Snape's body seeped through his clothes to sink into his flesh and gazed as the potion became fractionally darker before his eyes.
"Four more stirs in this way should do it" Severus said moving away, "I would prefer it if your fire were not banked quite so high next time though Mr Potter, this is a classroom, not a campsite."
Harry barely acknowledged the slight as his back, arm and hand tingled pleasantly, he felt a lot calmer and his reason for upset almost forgotten as he stirred his potion as he'd been instructed.
"Unpleasant man," Hermione muttered as she packed away her ingredients, "Your fire's fine and did he have practically suffocate you to show you how to stir a potion? Forgot the Dittany indeed!"
Harry ignored her in favour of concentrating on his potion with new purpose. He had the sudden compulsion to get it absolutely perfect.
"Times up, bottle your potions and bring them to the front desk, please note that if the colour in any way resembles mud or slime I don't want it!"
Harry quickly poured a ladle full of the potion into a vial and capped it. It wasn't quite black, more like a very dark grey, but it was close enough.
Returning to his desk after depositing the potion Harry packed away his potions kit, noting that he was running low on scurvy grass as he did so, before pouring the rest of the potion away and placing the cauldron at the back of the classroom.
He sat on his stool and waited for everyone to finish packing up and leave.
Just as Hermione was about to leave she turned to him and said, "Harry, about before…"
Harry waved her away, "I know you didn't mean it Hermione, I'll see you at dinner."
She looked as if she was about to say something more but evidently decided against it and filed out with the rest of the class.
Harry turned back to the front of the room only to find Snape leaning casually against his desk with his arms crossed and a raised brow, "If you are quite finished Mr Potter we have several batches of skell-gro to brew."
Sighing Harry followed after Snape into the store cupboard, this was going to prove interesting to say the least.
Vaguely Harry wondered why Snape was enlisting his help to make such a complicated potion…and it was complicated. He had a funny feeling that putting in nine and a half spiders legs when the book said nine was not a good idea but it wasn't his fault, his head really hurt and it felt as if his stomach was about to project his lunch into the cauldron before him.
Severus, who was working quietly beside him, risked another sidelong glance at his mate. Again his scent didn't smell quite right only this time it was different, it was almost like he was ill, though he hadn't said anything.
Deciding it must be the particularly nasty smell coming from the cauldron before him affecting his sense of smell he carried on stirring the potion.
Harry's vision was starting to blur, colours smudging like a painter's palette and sound had obtained an echo like quality, he could hear his own breaths ringing harshly in his ears, the bright flaming torches becoming the main focus of his attention as they were really all he could see in his fuzzy surroundings.
Forcing his aching head to swivel slightly to the side he forced out, "Sir?" before the room jolted sickeningly and then started to actually RISE about him. He felt as though he was back in the phone box that led to the ministry, the ground was coming up to meet him and yet he remained perfectly still. First the rim of the bubbling cauldron he'd been working on jolted up to head height, then the stained unvarnished workbench and the space beneath it showing lots of blurry shapes that he supposed were other desks but couldn't really tell. It was like watching a film flit from scene to scene in slow motion, he wondered what magic it was that could make a room suddenly move like that.
The last thing he saw was the grey stone ceiling before the world went black, a loud thump echoing in his ears.
Severus gasped in shock as Harry dropped like a stone beside him, his face so pale he was almost as white as Severus himself.
Dropping to his knees beside him he quickly pulled Harry's head into his lap to asses his condition.
Taking in the pale skin that had acquired an almost grey tinge now and the clammy feel of Harry's skin he realised what had happened. Summoning a potion that had previously been in the drawer in his desk in readiness for just such an occurrence, Severus uncapped the vial and put it to Harry's lips, hearing it pour down his throat as he stroked his adams apple to encourage him to swallow.
Harry spluttered as the ceiling of the potions classroom came into view again, the vilest fluid he'd ever tasted consequently shooting across his tongue to land on the floor and dribble down his chin.
Taking a few deep gulps of air he rolled his head right back to see whose lap his head was resting in.
His gaze met that of Snape's and he watched as those soft looking lips quirked slightly. "I did warn you at the start of your potions lesson not to hang your head over the cauldron." He said handing Harry a glass of water to get rid of the taste of the potion he'd just drunk. "The fumes emitted as its brewing are likely to bring on symptoms similar but ultimately worse then the Draught of living death."
Harry let out a happy moan as the water washed his tongue clean of the horrible taste and settled his head back on Severus's lap, nodding before saying, "I'm sorry, I must have missed it when you said that. I think Ron was kicking my stool in an attempt to get my attention at the time."
Severus's hands fisted in Harry's robes as the boys infernal nodding and shifting movements caused pleasure to shoot from his groin to the rest of his body, coming in short sharp burst every time the Gryffindor moved his head.
Harry was saying something else but Severus took no notice as his gaze skittered across the room to settle on the chair leg he could see poking out from behind his desk.
'Chair legs.' He thought desperately, 'there's nothing sexual about chair legs, nothing what so ev….oh fuck…CHAIR LEGS'
But his member, unlike his mind could not even attempt to ignore the subtle shifting of Harry's head against it and blood immediately began to serge through and flood his cock until it was almost unbearably heavy and swollen.
Harry continued to explain what had happened turning his head to the left to demonstrate what he had done upon becoming exposed to the fumes. As he talked he gradually became aware of an enticing smell that slithered sinuously past his nose and he breathed it in with a little sigh. The hardness behind his head confirmed his suspicions and he couldn't help but arch his back in wanton surrender to what Severus's body was demanding of him.
Severus watched as Harry became aware of his excitement and he also gave in to the inevitable, if he were honest with himself he wasn't really adverse to it anyway and so fighting it seemed pointless.
Slowly he slid his hand through Harry's hair, rubbing the flat of his palm against Harry's scalp and watching as his lips parted to let out an encouraging whimper.
Tingles ran from Harry's scalp down his spine. He loved having his head massaged like this and almost purred in approval. Severus's other hand slid over Harry skin to caress his bared throat, skirting his fingertips across it in reverence to the almost impossibly soft skin he found there.
Harry felt the hand at his neck slither under his open shirt collar, it wandered lightly across his nipples, barely applying any pressure at all and frustrated he thrust his head back and whimpered imploringly.
Removing his hands momentarily the potions master scooped Harry up to pull him fully onto his lap, preferring not to be brought off via the back of Harry's head.
Before his logic intervened and he thought better of this entire scenario Severus unzipped his mates trousers and burrowed his hand under both the open vee of his fly and the waist band of his boxers, curling and twisting in his pubic hair as he moved gradually toward Harry's need.
Harry's head fell back onto Severus's shoulder as he felt the potion masters warm palm encase his cock as the pads of his fingers danced across his sensitive flesh in a tantalising jig.
Severus watched as a deep red flushed down the lines of Harry cheekbones and his eyes colour changed to a vivid crimson. Luckily however the transformation halted there and neither wings nor plump lips put in an appearance, Severus supposed this was probably because he was already seeing to Harry's needs. But the smell was there, that wonderfully enticing smell, rolling off of Harry in pungent waves, calling to Severus and causing him to react accordingly.
Harry sighed and slid down in the other man's lap slightly, spreading his legs and keening as Snape gripped him tightly and began to stroke him firmly, although not roughly.
It felt as if that hand was somehow encasing him and not just his cock, the pleasure flooded through him as if indeed he was his member and made him thrust and arch into Severus's hand and grind his bottom back into the other's own arousal.
Harry's entire body rocked back and forth and his head thrashed from side to side, his body never ceasing to move, caught as he was in the throes of pleasure. His eyes fluttered shut and his mouth fell open, emitting near constant moans and grunts of pleasure, his hair mussed and falling onto his sticky forehead.
Severus's eyes became lidded and heavy and his focus homed in on the enticing throat bared before him, he felt his fangs protrude and he wanted nothing more than to place them at Harry's jugular, feel the skin before them give way as would the skin of a peach when similarly bitten into.
He wanted to feel the warm, wet liquid run down his chin and his own neck. Wanted to wallow in crimson smudges and trails of scarlet fluid as he drunk like he'd never drunk before.
Harry let out a harsh moan and his pants increased as he neared his peak, his pelvis thrusting almost franticly into the hand around him, rubbing his backside forcefully against Severus's own erection.
Severus closed his eyes to block out the enticing stretch of pale skin before him, he wouldn't feed just yet, Albus was right about waiting for that.
Suddenly he felt the pleasure consume him and burst from his cock outwards, ricocheting inside his body and flooding it completely as he crested and came hard in his trousers and forcing his eyes open he watched as Harry gave a throaty scream and thrust his hips up one last time and hold them in the air as he came forcefully all over Severus's hand.
Slowly Harry trembling body slowly un-kinked and lowered itself back to the floor.
His Cupido's needs had never been satisfied before and he found himself vowing to make sure they always were in the future.
Lethargically he sprawled across the other man's lap and basking in the afterglow that sent pleasurable tingles throughout his blood stream.
Eventually Severus straightened from his slumped over position and gently removed Harry from his lap.
Standing he moved gingerly over to the desk they had been working at and cast an anti-discomfort spell until he had the chance to shower.
Being moved from his former position and being removed from the potion master's direct presence seemed to wake Harry up to what had just happened. Flushing pink he quickly did up his trousers and carding a hand through is hair he snatched up his bag and outer robe, thrusting his arms through the sleeves jerkily and swinging the bag over his head to rest on one shoulder and nestle against his thigh.
"What are you doing?" Severus snapped sharply as he saw this.
"Going straight to professor Dumbledore's office! I told you this would happen but you wouldn't listen. I'm going to have him get someone else to help you, obviously you CAN'T control yourself around me!"
"I had a more than willing partner." Severus said quietly.
"Yes but I can't help it can I?"
Severus snorted, "You would have reacted in precisely the same way even were you not a Cupido!"
Harry flushed and his mouth opened angrily to retort, "You think I would have reacted like that to a greasy git such as yourself if I were in my normal state of mind? You've got to be fucking joking!"
"HOLD YOUR TOUNGUE!" Suddenly the vampire was looming threateningly over Harry as he found himself backed into a wall, against his own volition his gaze dropped and he whimpered slightly.
After what seemed like an age of Snape glaring down at him darkly, he stepped back and said commandingly, "Go."
Harry looked back up, something inside him was devastated at having angered and hurt the Potions Master and he desperately wanted to put it right.
The glower he received for his efforts however made him turn tail and run out the door, Snape's displeasure imprinted upon his very soul.
Leviticus Lied: I'm afraid that no, Dean doesn't get a sub-plot although now I think on it, I really should have included one. But don't worry, I think the story would be just to full with a sub-plot about Dean as well so it isn't too bad. Yes Harry was practically purring.
SilverDragonWings: AYYY I wondered when someone would mention Evanescence, thanks for the cheers, I'm very flattered now lol. Yes I hate that too, and freely admit that I sometimes don't update for a couple of months when I am in the middle of a story. But as I said this one is finished which is why it's a chapter a day or every other day.
Kin Pandun: Indeed she is! Hope you liked the chapter.
Vidalark: Why thank you, yes I quite liked that to lol and yes things would be smoother if Harry were to just get used to the idea; however will things turn out that way? Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
vampire-demon: Well I'm glad you do like it and yay for Evanescence!
Theoddguy: Oh me too lol, I put that in especially because it was just such an erotic thought.
luv-blonde-bunny: Lol glad you guessed, although I hope it won't be as easy for you in future though lol.