Oh man, there was no way he'd be able to face the Dursley's again…
Not after last night.
How embarrassing was that?
Harry covered his eyes with his hands, as if masking the lingering shame. Trying to summon the memory from his thoughts so he could cast it aside forever.
But then again, everything only lasts as long as the last person to remember it.
Perhaps a memory charm ought to suffice?
Harry was shaken from his thoughts as the man next to him rolled over, encompassing him in a tight hug.
Harry loved this, Snape's bed was so comfy, he didn't want to get up as he felt the naked man press up against him.
It didn't take much these days as he felt himself grow hard at the mere contact.
He needed it.
He needed more of last night, all shame be damned!
Harry slid his body even closer to his professor's, pressing his bum against the man's growing hardness, trying to wedge it between his cheeks.
He wanted Snape to bury himself deep inside him, just like last night, plough him, screw him, use him, but also love him afterwards.
Harry reached around, grasping Snape's throbbing member in his fingers before drawing it up against his opening.
It was so sensual, having the tip of the man rubbing, grinding against his opening.
He needed more.
Maybe he should 'accidentally' kick Snape, wake him up. Make him satisfy him.
…
…
"Ah" Snape groaned as something hard smacked against his leg, forcing him from his sleep.
"Please, Severus" Harry moaned, if he any less aroused he would have cringed at how the words slid from his lips. So needy, so slutty. He gasped, grinding himself against the man, his eyes pleading for penetration.
A slight breath escaped Snape's lips as he threw the blankets off, revealing their naked bodies to the early morning sunlight as it made its way through the window.
The professor climbed onto his knees before grasping Harry's hips. The young wizard knelt on all fours as he unconsciously spread his legs, wanting the man buried within him.
Snape lined himself up, rubbing the tip of his hardness against the opening, before gently sliding himself in.
Harry moaned as he felt himself full up. He craved every inch of Severus as he began to drive in and out the boy.
Harry gasped as waves of pleasure surged through his body, intoxicating his thoughts, his judgements, what other people thought of him?
Gone.
Completely vanished from his thoughts, the only thing occupying Harry's thoughts was Snape's cock as it ploughed him like a field. His body ground back against the man, trying to extract further pleasure to satisfy his desperate needs.
The pressure was building inside him, he could feel himself, he was so close.
"Now, now, what did I tell you Severus?" Dumbledore's voice filled the room, tearing Harry's thoughts straight back to the present.
No.
Oh no.
Why.
Why does this keep happening?
Snape's grip on Harry's hips tightened, although the young wizard doubted the potions professor was aware of it, as his body grew tense.
The young wizard felt the man withdraw from his body before turning to face the headmaster.
"As it so happens, I am well aware of the events of last night" Dumbledore turned to face Severus.
Harry's eyes widened.
Oh no.
Can't he at least keep one secret to himself without someone else finding out about it?
"So therefore, I can let this slide, however, I am curious Severus" Dumbledore began, twirling his finger in a circular motion.
"About what headmaster?"
"Why you didn't just fix it yourself"
"I think you know why headmaster" Snape muttered as he refused to take his eyes off the wizard before him.
"So you could spend the night with Harry" Dumbledore nodded, already knowing the answer.
"But alas, I have corrected the issue with a simple memory charm" Dumbledore smiled before turning to Harry.
"That means it is perfectly safe for you to return to the Dursleys, they won't remember a thing" Dumbledore chuckled at Harry's expense.
"But Professor, I'd much rather stay here"
"Unfortunately Harry, my dear boy, life isn't so simple. You will return to the Dursleys for the remainder of the break. Any other visits from professor Snape I dear say, I may not look upon so favourably" Dumbledore gave Harry a warm but stern smile, before turning his attention to Severus.
"Although I must Say Severus, quite the risk taker, aren't you?" Dumbledore winked at the potions professor before apparating into thin air.
Harry stood before the all too familiar front door. The door he dreaded. The door that brought back memories from his childhood that he would much rather forget.
"It's only for a short while Harry" Snape whispered, watching the boy's face screw up at the idea of being apart for anything longer than two minutes.
"I'll be here to pick you up in a few days" Snape attempted to reassure the boy, but doubted his success.
"Can't you just come and hide in my room?" the young wizard whimpered.
"That didn't exactly work out last time, did it Harry" Snape drawled as he stood facing the boy.
"Guess not" Harry's eyes darted to the floor.
"Go now Harry, I'll be right here in a few days" Snape whispered, giving Harry a quick kiss on the forehead before apparating into thin air.
He missed Snape already.
The young wizard shook his head as he began towards the front door. He prayed Dumbledore's memory charm had, indeed, worked. He didn't want to walk in there and then have everyone stare at him with disgust.
Like before.
Harry shuddered at the memory, before stepping up to the door.
He wouldn't be able to stand that look again.
Harry began tapping his knuckles on the hard wooden surface.
"Muuum! Someone's here" Dudley's voice called out from somewhere inside the house.
Great.
He better not answer the door.
Harry waited, his heart filling with dread at each passing second.
He watched through the frosted glass, as the distorted figure of a human approached the door.
Here we go.
The door wrenched open before him, the figure of his uncle confronting him.
The man peered down at the boy, a spoon hanging from his mouth as silence greeted him.
At least his uncle didn't peer down at him in disgust, well he did, but not the disgust, mixed with slightly disturbed, mixed with, 'I don't even want to look at you', that he had been expecting.
"Well, well, boy" the smug expression oozed from Vernon's lips, as he stood, blocking the door way.
Harry flinched, suddenly doubting the effectiveness of Dumbledore's memory charm.
"Your late. Weren't you supposed to be here last night?"
The young wizard breathed a sigh of relief at the man's words. Last night now only existed in the minds of Snape and himself.
And of course, Dumbledore.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon" Harry nodded, darting his eyes toward the ground.
"Well?!" the man growled, the wizards answer had apparently no sufficed, as he yanked Harry by the shoulder, dragging him into the house.
"Well what?" Harry shot his uncle a confused look.
"Why are you late boy? I'll have you out there raking up leaves in a minute".
Harry grinned, knowing the task had already been completed the night before, at least he'll be able to sit outside and enjoy the peace and quiet.
"What are you smiling at boy?"
"N-nothing" Harry stuttered, realising he mustn't anger his uncle, however impossible the task may seem.
"Put your stuff away upstairs and start raking" Vernon leaned in closer, as if doing so would amplify the threat, intimidating the boy.
Harry began up the stairs, lugging his trunk along with him before finally reaching the top.
"What's wrong boy?! Lifting a trunk isn't that hard. I thought you'd be stronger at your age"
Harry kept going, deciding to ignore his uncle, although he suspected he would regret that decision later.
Harry pulled the lace curtain back to get a better view of the driveway. He would be embarrassed to admit this was the 20th time he'd done this today alone. Every time wishing he'd spot Severus Snape, standing there waiting for him.
And only him.
Harry sighed before drawing a hand to his stomach, at least he carried a piece of the man within him… Albeit, not the part he craved at this very point in time.
He still desperately needed the man.
It seemed no amount was enough these days. Then again, let's be honest, his thirst for sex had never quite been quenched lately.
All those…
Interruptions…
He couldn't wait to be back at Hogwarts.
To be in Snape's arms again.
Snape cringed as an owl perched itself on his window sill. It carried a letter within its beak, the wizard suspected he knew who it was from, and why it was here, in his house.
Snape screwed up his face as he reluctantly swiped the envelope from the birds beak.
Dumbledore, no doubt.
The professor gracefully opened the envelope, withdrawing the letter before unfolding it.
Dear Severus,
You are required in my office. I will fill you in once you arrive, but I must warn you, you are under investigation by the ministry of magic.
So, it is, dare I say, urgent.
Yours Truly,
Dumbledore
Snape reread the words in front of him, hoping that this time, they would somehow read differently.
Unfortunately, no such luck.
The man shook his head as he held the parchment in his fingers. He knew this was about Harry, but how did the ministry find out?
Snape waltzed down Hogwarts corridor, after Hogwarts corridor, until he finally approached his dreaded destination.
The headmaster's office.
Snape took a deep breath, before feeling the air leave his body. Deep breaths were supposed to calm the body.
Not today.
"You called for me headmaster" the potions professor stated factually, as he stepped into Dumbledore's office.
Snape's eyes searched the room, quickly falling on Cornelius Fudge. The professor's body flinched, his mind recalling the last time he had seen the man…
That time in his potions classroom, when Harry was hiding naked under his desk. The adrenaline had surged through him then, much like it did now.
"Ah, Severus, do come in" Dumbledore welcomed the man, waving his arm toward a nearby seat.
Snape remained silent as he stepped closer to the older wizards.
"It has come to the ministry's attention that," Cornelius began, before stalling, as if trying to piece together the right words in his head, before delivering them to the accused.
"Yes, minister?" Snape prompted the man, wanting to hurry up and get this torture over and done with.
"You have been involved with a student. And as a professor here at Hogwarts, I would have thought yourself aware of the consequences of such an indiscretion."
Fudge's words cut like ice through his ears, as he felt his heart begin to race. This couldn't be happening… But it was, and there wasn't a lot he could do about it.
Although, he should have seen it coming. After all, Dumbledore did warn him, if he wasn't careful...
Snape was deep in thought as a long silence passed between them.
"Well?! What do you have to say for yourself?" Cornelius prompted, tearing the professor from his thoughts.
Snape didn't know what to say as his mind drew a blank. No matter how much he tried to summon his thoughts, nothing responded.
"Nothing?" Fudge raised an eyebrow at the professor, the absence of a response from Snape seemed to only delight him further.
"Cornelius" Dumbledore sighed as he approached the minister, seemingly aware of the distress in his professors eyes.
"A man does retain the right, to remain silent until his trial" the headmaster reminded the interrogator.
Trial? What trial? Snape's mind began to reel at the thought. The minister couldn't be serious, could he?
"I suppose" Cornelius shook his head, looking less than satisfied as he strolled towards the fireplace.
"You'll be hearing from the ministry shortly" Fudge pointed his finger at Snape in an accusing manner, before gathering floo powder in his fingers.
"Enjoy the rest of your day Albus" Cornelius farewelled, before climbing into the fireplace.
"Same to you, minister" Dumbledore's words lacked sincerity and his lips a smile, as he watched the man disappear into a sudden burst of green flames.
A few moments of silence passed between the two remaining. Although Snape hardly noticed, trying to refocus his thoughts.
"It's going to be alright Severus" Dumbledore attempted to reassure the professor, who looked like no amount of reassuring would change the situation.
"What happens to people found guilty of this?" Snape spat out, making no attempt to hide how much this whole thing was bothering him.
"Azkaban, I'm afraid" Dumbledore made no delusion about hiding the truth from him.
"You must be wondering what has prompted all of this?" Albus turned to face the professor, before reaching for the Daily Prophet on his desk.
Snape eyed the headmaster carefully, as he passed the newspaper to him.
The professor hesitated, not wanting to know what horrors were being concocted up about him.
He eventually took the paper, before scanning the front page.
Notorious Hogwarts professor accused of inappropriate conduct with one of his students.
"Who's behind this?" Snape demanded to know, before realising he was taking his anger out on the wrong person.
"You really need to ask Severus?" Dumbledore took a seat on the edge of his desk, not wanting to distance himself physically from the circumstantially vulnerable man.
The confusion swimming around in the professor's eyes was answer enough.
"Your friend, Lucius Malfoy"
"Lucius?!" the shock and disgust seethed in Snape's voice, as he tossed the newspaper back down on Dumbledore's desk.
"But why?"
"Have you done anything to insult him, his arrogance perhaps or maybe his son?"
Yes.
Which time though?
Guess that in itself answers his question.
"Make no mistake Severus, the man holds high influence over the council. If for no other reason than threatening to curse their families, if they don't go along with his wishes."
Snape knew that all too well.
"I have to go" the professor dismissed himself as he headed for the door.
Dumbledore made no attempt to stop him.
This couldn't be happening. Snape's heart pounded, attempting to deny the whole situation to himself as he strode down the corridors. He had to get out of the castle, he had to get back to where he felt safe.
As soon as his feet touched the grass, he was gone.