A/N: Please be advised that this chapter is mostly about sex. Feel free to skip to the next chapter if you do not wish to read adult sexual content. I hope you're enjoying the story so far!
— CHAPTER THREE —
When Harry woke he was desperately horny. He was nearly panting and his sweat-dampened skin felt feverish but also chilled. There was a strange, tangy aftertaste in his mouth even though he hadn't eaten anything before knocking out. He kicked off his sheets and reached down automatically to give himself some much-needed relief. As he did so though, he happened to glimpse a vaguely person-shaped figure in his room and realized that he was not alone. He rapidly aborted his previous movement and quickly put on his glasses instead.
A woman stood at the foot of the bed, but Harry recognized her as Severus immediately. It was the only possibility, really - he knew Severus did not have any family and the woman resembled the man closely enough to be his twin. Harry had a moment of disorientation as he tried to understand what was going on. He whispered hesitantly, "You took the potion... but I thought we agreed…"
"Unfortunately, Potter, it would not make sense for you to be the one to carry the child," Severus replied with a clinical kind of bluntness. His voice was a feminine alto now but very familiar to Harry in tone and manner of speaking.
"There is none more essential to the war effort than you," Severus continued, "if only because fate has determined you are the only one who can kill the Dark Lord. You cannot be vulnerable and you most certainly cannot be incapacitated. You are a symbol and a figurehead and so you need to be seen as active in the war even if your actual efforts accomplish little of significance for our cause."
Harry's arousal was quickly becoming unbearable. Severus raised a vial to his lips, downing the contents in a single gulp. His pale skin flushed immediately. Harry's addled mind finally realized what the tangy taste in his own mouth was - Severus had dosed both of them with the arousal-inducing potions he had mentioned earlier in the day.
"Let's get this over with quickly," Severus said.
Severus stepped to Harry's side and climbed on top of him, kneeling over him on the bed. His long-fingered hands daftly unfastened Harry's pants and roughly pulled out Harry's straining cock. Harry was so aroused he nearly came just from that simple touch. As it was, he could not help the twitching of his hips as he instinctively pushed himself against Severus's hand. Severus cast him a mocking, contemptuous look, "You do understand how this works, do you not? You need to cum inside of me. Try to control yourself a few moments longer, if you can."
Severus shifted the black, modest skirts he was wearing, moved forward a little and took care to position himself correctly before sitting down firmly. Harry gasped and his body went rigid - strained almost to the point of pain in an effort not to succumb to the sensations threatening to utterly overwhelm him. He was finding it very difficult to think clearly right now but he knew he didn't want things to be over too quickly.
Severus was panting now too but his eyes were as cold as ever, regarding Harry with hatred and disgust. He hissed angrily, "Were you not listening? Do not try to hold back now, idiot child."
Severus rose up a bit then dropped down with force, smacking their hips together. He repeated the motion once, twice, then Harry came violently. Severus waited until it was over then stood immediately after, smoothing down his dress. Harry struggled to regain control of his senses, his cock still straining. Severus was still flushed and aroused as well but he clearly had no intention of staying a moment longer than necessary. He had managed to get his erratic breathing under control and his voice was even as he said, "We will know if we have succeeded within the week."
Severus stepped over to the door quickly then paused and looked back. His black eyes moved over Harry dispassionately and he murmured cruelly, "I daresay the witches of Britain would not lust after you so if they knew what little you have to offer them. You would be quite the disappointment, Potter."
Harry's chest ached painfully. He shut his eyes and listened as the door opened and then closed shut with brutal finality. It had been much worse than he had expected. Of course, he had not really known what to expect, since he had no personal experiences to compare it to. He wished his first time could have been different, but when had he ever gotten anything he wished for? He lay there until the effects of the potion abated and he did not touch himself at all, no matter how painful his need became.