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The Wicked Week

Chapter 6: Save Me a Saturday Night

"Harry, my boy, could you see me in my office after Breakfast. There's something that I wish to discuss with you," said Dumbledore.

"Yes Headmaster. Is…is it serious?"

Normally sparkling eyes were hard and unsmiling. "Yes Harry, it's very serious, but let's not discuss it here in the open. Come see me after you are finished. The password is Pepper Imps."

Dread filled Harry's stomach. He was so queasy that he couldn't possibly think of eating another bite. He had hardly slept last night. Instead of lying comfortably in Snape's bed after a thorough shagging, he had fallen into a fitful slumber in the boy's dormitory.

One moment he had been angry, the next worried over what caused Snape not to show. It was so unlike him. He would never miss a detention. It just wasn't his style. Even on those rare occasions when he had to leave, he always made his students go to Filch. Something truly awful must have happened. That or he was the biggest, most cruel git in the entire world.

Harry wouldn't put it past the devious bastard to dangle a carrot in front of him then snatch it away. He knew that Snape hated his father more than life itself and would love nothing more than to see his offspring suffer. He knew Snape got off on the idea. He had suggested it himself when he was pleasuring the man, knowing those words, coupled with his willing submission to all the depraved acts he had described, pushed Snape over the edge into orgasm.

Ugh! I just don't know. I dunno if I should be worried about him or mad at him. He's so damn confusing! If I worry about the bloody ponce and he's fine and dandy sipping tea in his room I'll feel like and idiot. BUT…if he's really hurt… I would feel awful about not thinking the best of him. Gah! I can't win!

"I'll just come with you now Headmaster if it's all the same to you. I couldn't eat another bite." Harry gave a small half-smile as he pushed his plate away.

"If you're sure, then follow me."

Dumbledore's office seemed gloomy. There was no tea and biscuits waiting for them. He wasn't offered a sherbet lemon. The whole atmosphere of the room made him edgy. Harry didn't like it one bit.

"So Professor, what is it that you wanted to discuss with me?" Harry nervously asked.

Dumbledore took a seat behind his large desk and absently stroked Fawkes' head and back. "I will answer shortly Harry, we are just missing a few others who are supposed to meet us this morning."

No sooner had the words left the Headmaster's mouth did the door open and in walked Professor Snape looking whole and hale, followed by Hermione with a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Ah good," spoke Dumbledore. "I'm so glad you both have joined us."

"Of course Headmaster. Though I am curious as to what this meeting is about," Snape quipped as he sat down in the chair closest to Harry.

He wanted to smack the older man for standing him up last night. Nothing was wrong with him, he looked as sexy as ever. He wanted to strangle him, shake him, and ask why….and yet he still wanted to kiss him. It was more than infuriating.

"In good time Severus, in good time. Miss Granger, thank you for coming."

Hermione sat down in the seat closest to the Headmaster's expansive desk. "Of course Professor." Harry looked at her as if he had never seen her before. Instead of the kind and loving friend he had come to know, a smug and condescending person sat before him. She looked at him with cold eyes and an even colder demeanor.

"Well now that all parties are present, we can begin. Severus. Harry. It has been brought to my attention by Miss Granger, that you have been engaging in a highly improper relationship."

Snape and Harry both went unnaturally still at the accusation. Sitting on pins and needles as Dumbledore continued to speak. "That you, Severus, have used your authority as a Professor at Hogwarts to arrange meetings of a sexual nature with Mr. Potter. That you have, in-class, openly flirted with him, as well as touched him inappropriately. I have been told that you requested Mr. Potter to stay after class yesterday where you then proceeded to kiss him. Not only kiss him, but Cut for Censors

Harry's eyes went wide and he snapped his head to look between Snape, Hermione, and Dumbledore.

How could she have known any of that? I didn't tell her and no one had been in the room with us, at least I had thought there wasn't anyone in the room. Oh Merlin…what are we gonna do?

He could feel his breath becoming short as he felt the wave of panic began to overtake him. He never wanted to get Snape into trouble. Never. Not even that first time when Snape had made him strip. It hadn't even crossed him mind. He didn't have time to think why that was, the deeper implications of those words. If Snape got hurt because of this, he was going to kill Hermione. He was probably going to kill her anyway.

"Severus, I need you to answer the charges against you, if you are unwilling to tell me, I will be forced to look through your memories." Dumbledore's voice was as harsh as he had ever heard it.

Harry saw Snape subtly roll his shoulders and sit straighter in his chair. He could tell he was preparing himself.

Oh Merlin…oh Merlin….make up something. Lie! Lie you bastard.

"I am assuming that Miss Granger, has substantial proof," sneered Snape.

"Yes. You can't deny it Professor. I saw you in class. On Tuesday you used highly suggestive language and yesterday you pressed yourself against Harry. Then after class I came back to the classroom to make Harry leave and I saw you. I saw you in your office kissing him and Cut for Censors Talking dirty to him. Calling him a 'wanton creature'. You're a teacher! You're supposed to take care of us, not use us as playthings," she snapped.

"Shut your mouth Hermione. You don't know what you're talking about," Harry savagely spat.

"I know that you've changed since you started in with him. You can barely concentrate in class. You said you were sore yesterday. So sore that you could hardly sit down without wincing. Don't think that I didn't notice, because I did. The only way you would be sore after a night of detention would be if you two had engaged in some sort of sexual activity or he hit you. Or both. Which I know he did because you mentioned it when you were with him."

"I can't believe you! I thought you were my friend. You have no right to—"

"ENOUGH," Dumbledore bellowed. "Now that is quite enough. Please stay silent until I call on you. We can't resolve this situation if we continue to argue in this manner. Now, Miss Granger has brought up a serious charge. Did Professor Snape hit you?"

Harry's eyes went hard. "I'm not going to dignify that question with a response."

"Harry, please try to understand that I only have you best interest at heart."

"Sir, I refuse to answer the question. I will continue to refuse. I'll not help you hurt Professor Snape."

"Severus, it seems that you finally inspired Harry's loyalty towards you. That is commendable, but I need you to answer my question. Have you been engaging in a sexual relationship with your underage student? Have you hit him?"

Harry turned and looked at his lover with pleading eyes. Snape's own eyes softened for a moment, filling with sadness and resignation before once more becoming steely pools. "Yes."

Dumbledore let out a deep sigh. "I see. Then I have no choice but to dismiss you. You are no longer a Professor at HogwartsschoolofWitchcraftand Wizardry. It is also my duty to inform the Ministry and have the Aurors transport you to Azkaban for engaging in sexual acts with a minor, as well as child abuse."

"No please Professor! You…you can't do this! I…I wanted him to. He didn't force me! Please don't do this," Harry begged.

"It is not up to me Harry. We have laws that we must obey. Severus knew what he was doing when he began his relationship with you. I am truly sorry Harry. I should have looked out for you better."

"Yes Harry, don't you see that he was just taking advantage of you? It's wrong. He's a teacher and you're a student. He has to be punished," Hermione said, her voice filled with superiority.

"He didn't take advantage of me. I wanted him to. I wanted…want him. Sir, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry," said Harry, voice choked with emotion as he gazed into Snape's eyes.

"It's okay Potter. It's not your fault," Snape sighed. "If I'm going to go to prison, I'm going to at least kiss you till they take me away." Snape stood and pulled Harry into his arms and placed a loving kiss on his lips.

Tears poured from behind Harry's closed eyelids. It was always so perfect kissing Snape. Their bodies molded together as the embrace grew impassioned. Their kisses turned savage. They knew that this would be the last time they would be able to kiss, to touch, to hold each other and it spurned them on. If they could crawl inside the other they would have.

Harry was so hard and he moaned at Cut for Censors. Craved to be taken and marked inside as he had been on the outside. Yearned for the older man to take his virginity as promised.

Harry never wanted the moment to end, but he felt himself be pried away from his former nemesis' touch. When he opened his eyes he saw Snape standing with two Aurors holding his arms, disgust evident on their faces at their emotional display. Snape never looked more regal, more handsome than at that moment. Something inside of Harry broke at the sight. "No! You can't take him! You can't! Please," Harry yelled in frustration.

"I'll always regret that I couldn't be with you last night. I'm so sorry. Goodbye my Harry," Snape gently spoke moments before he was pushed through the Floo and carted off to Azkaban.

Harry insides were ripping in half when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. "I am truly sorry that you were put in this situation Harry. If I had known I would have put a stop to it before you found yourself attached to him. Miss Granger will escort you back to your common room."

"Come on Harry, you're better off. Now you can get back to focusing on school. It's better. You never should have kept it a secret from me. I told you I'd find out."

At her words, Harry wheeled around and smacked her in the face savoring the stunned look she wore. "You shut your mouth you traitorous little bitch! You ruined everything! Now I'll never know. I'll never know what it's like for him to make love to me! I lost it all because of YOU! "

Hermione smacked her lips and scoffed as she rubbed her face. "Really Harry! I did you a favor and it was my duty to report him anyway. I don't know why you are being so dramatic. You'll get over him and find someone else to shag! "

With lightening quick reflexes, Harry grabbed her throat. "Shut your fucking mouth. You never know when to stop. Never know when to leave things alone. You're worse than Rita Skeeter ever was! Snape and I weren't hurting anyone. We kept to ourselves and you just had to ruin it because 'you wanted to know'. You sent him to Azkaban! Sent him to that horrible place for loving me. He didn't deserve that!"

He violently pushed her away as he released her throat, ignoring the wide eyes of his former friend. "I hate you do you understand? I hateyou. You are no longer my friend. Don't speak to me, don't look at me, and don't get in my business again. If you do…I swear to Merlin Hermione, I'll kill you." With the threat hanging in the air, Harry turned and fled the office.

He managed to get all the way to the Owlery before sinking to the floor and sobbing; mourning the loss of what could have been, what never would be.

"OH Gods," Harry gasped.

He felt sweat trickling down his back and face. With a shaky hand Harry wiped the drops away from his eyes. He had awoken from a nightmare, one that could be all too real if he wasn't careful. Harry couldn't remember the last time he had been that scared by a regular dream. It had felt so real. Too real.

Slowly, Harry crawled out of bed and wrapped a blanket around his shivering frame. He couldn't seem to shake the fear that coursed through his veins as he glanced out the dormitory window. It was strange how scared he was to lose the man. He couldn't understand it, where this depth of feeling came from.

He was running a hand through his hair when he noticed that the room was completely empty. With narrowed eyes, he looked for a nearby clock. When he found one he was shocked by the time. It read: 2 p.m. Harry couldn't believe it. He never slept that late. But then again, he never stayed up half the night worrying and raging about his Potions Professor.

A shiver ran up his spine. He never wanted that to happen, what happened in his dream. Never. He couldn't bear the thought that Snape might get into trouble because of what they were doing.

Was that why he didn't show up last night? Has someone found out about us….about what we're doing? Gods this is getting so complicated…I…I have to see him, talk to him.

Harry flung the blanket on the bed, grabbed his toiletries, a pair of denim pants, a shirt, shoes, and headed to the bath. He had to get dressed. He had to find Snape.

Concealed by his Invisibility Cloak, Harry crept into the dungeons. He wasn't going to take any chances. No one was going to connect him and Snape together in anyway other than teacher and student. Though he did feel a bit silly about wearing his cloak in broad daylight.

Silently he walked the halls until he reached Snape's private quarters. Steeling his resolve he knocked on the large door.

Silence filled the hall as he waited.

He knocked again.

"I'm coming you impatient imbecile! The castle better be on fire," He heard a rumbling voice grumble.

Suddenly the door swung open and Harry gasped in shock.

"Who's there?"

Harry couldn't speak. He felt tears falling from his eyes at the pitiful sight before him. Snape looked terrible. His left eye was swollen shut. His long proud nose was broken and now sat at an odd angle. He was covered in cuts bruises.

"I have no time for pranks! If you're there show yourself," Snape barked.

"P…professor," Harry stuttered.

Snape froze. "Potter?"

"Yes sir. Please let me in."

Harry saw Snape attempt to look more put together. He stood straighter, tried to look more commanding in spite of his injuries. "Go away Potter. Now is not a good time."

Harry put his hand out to stop the door from closing. "Please sir. Please let me in," he begged.

Snape walked back into his sitting room, his non-answer an answer in of itself. Once Harry closed the door he removed his cloak and crossed the warmly furnished rooms to where Snape sat.

"Well what do you want boy," Snape sneered. "I don't have all day and I'll not have you staring at me like some sort of side-show freak."

Harry knelt down at Snape's feet. "I would never do that sir. Please let me…let me…" Harry was at a loss for words. He wanted to care for the man, to make him feel better. "Let me help you."

A viscous sneer curled Snape's lips. "Why should I let you do that Potter? Just because I've been playing with you doesn't mean anything. You don't really think I care about you do you? If you do, you are quite mistaken. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to go to bed. You can show yourself out."

His chest hurt at Snape's sharp words.

How could he say that to me? How? He said…yesterday he….he can't mean it. He can't.

"No. I'm not leaving. Let me help you," Harry said as he gently wrapped his arm around Snape's waist.

"Potter. I don't need a nursemaid. Leave me be."

"No," Harry declared. "I'm going to help you whether you want me to or not. Now let me help you to your room sir."

Keeping a steady, but slow pace, they made their way to Snape's bedroom. Harry never thought that he would have ended up in his Potions Master's bedroom under circumstances as bizarre as this. Hell, before Monday he never would have wished to be in the Snape's private rooms at all. It was funny how life had taken him on an unexpected path.

Harry helped Snape climb onto bed. "Now that I'm in bed, you may leave Potter."

Mindful of Snape's wounds, Harry softly cupped Snape's face and laid a tender kiss on his abused lips. "I told you, I'm not going. You need help. I'm here. That's the end of it."

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and kicked of his trainers before walking to the other side of the bed and crawling on top of the covers with his lover. He knew it was a bold thing to do. They weren't a couple, not really, not yet. There had been no words of love spoken, nor words of anything other than pure animal lust, but Harry didn't care. The man had managed in just a few short days to evoke tender feelings within him. If there was any chance that this thing between them would turn into something more, he knew he had to be here. He turned and snuggled into Snape's shoulder, careful not to hurt him.

"How" Harry tentatively began, "how did this happen? Is this why you didn't meet me last night?"

Snape looked stunned at the familiar way Harry was acting, but his voice held no trace of shock. "Yes. I was called by The Dark Lord. He was…unhappy and I was one of the few chosen to be outlets for his frustrations. I would have much rather been in this bed with you than there I assure you."

Harry burrowed closer to Snape. "I felt the same. I wish you had told me, left a note, something. I sat in the dungeon for four hours waiting for you. I was….I was worried," Harry shyly admitted.

"If there had been time I would have informed someone, but once he sends his summons, I must go." Snape kissed the top of Harry's head absently. "Is that all" Snape inquired, "I thought you'd have been rather furious."

"Oh I was that too mind. But also worried. I had…I had a nightmare about you." Harry shook at the memory. "I…I just needed to know you were okay. That's why I came down in the cloak."

A lopsided smirk pulled Snape's face. "Yes, the infamous Cloak." Snape tilted Harry's chin with one mangled finger. "What was your nightmare about?"

Harry was hesitant to say, but did anyway, unable to ignore the man's request, his imploring eyes. "I…I dreamt that Hermione found out about us and told Dumbledore. He…he kicked you out and the Aurors took you to Azkaban because I'm under age and…cause you…the spanking. Dumbledore said that it was child abuse. It was awful. Hermione told me I should just forget about you. That I'd find someone else to fuck me. That I'd get over it. I smacked and choked her. I was so angry that I told her I'd kill her if she ever came near me again. I was so mad she took you away from me," he growled.

Snape's brows furrowed. "Truly. You'd be that upset if they took me away?"

"Yes. How could you even think that I wouldn't be?" Harry huffed.

"It was only a few days ago that this all began. And honestly, it didn't begin because we particularly liked one another. I can't have changed your opinion of me in such a short time. "

"You still vex me to no end, but…yeah, you have. I don't know why but… I…I like you. Obviously. I wouldn't want you to shag my brains out if I didn't."

" Shagging will have to wait for another day. Even after I take a few potions I'm in not going to be in shape to do much. I'm…I'm sorry Harry."

Harry's eyes went wide.

He called me Harry and he apologized. Wow…wow…

"It's alright Professor."

"Severus," said Snape.

"What?"

"Call me Severus. If we're to be lovers, that would be preferable."

A brilliant smile illuminated Harry's face. "Severus. And will you call me Harry all the time?"

"I'll call you brat boy, it fits better," Severus teased.

"Oy! Harry please, if you would be so kind. And I'm not a brat, thank you very much."

"Of course brat." Harry felt Severus' arms tighten around him. "…Thank you…for…caring."

Harry leaned over and tenderly kissed the thin lips he liked so much. "Of course I care you silly git." Harry turned and laid his head upon Snape's chest. They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes before Harry spoke again.

"I hope this counts as a detention served. I'd hate to have to leave to go scrub things with Filch when I'd rather be scrubbing you."

Snape laughed and then coughed. "Oh…don't make me laugh please. Yes, I think I'll count this as a detention served this time. But I shan't always been this lenient."

"Why thank you sir," said Harry. "Pro-Severus why didn't you go see Madame Pomfrey?

Snape sighed. "I had planned to but I had only recently returned when you knocked on my door."

Oh gods. He'd been with Voldemort all this time. How can he keep doing this? It's too much. He's going to kill Severus one of these days. Dumbledore has to tell him to stop…I can't…I can't lose him…no…

"Do you want me to call her?" Harry asked.

"No. It's all right Harry. I'll do it." Snape started to sit up and get out of bed. "Get you're cloak and wait in the other room until she's done. Better yet, leave and return later tonight. People would begin to ask questions, grow more suspicious if you were absent."

Harry didn't want to go. He could care less about everyone else. All he wanted to do is stay here with Severus, but he knew the man was right. It would only look good if he looked like he was missing all day.

"Alright, but I'll be back after dinner is over." Harry rolled out of bed, an idea popping into his head, and crossed over to Snape's battered frame.

"Expect me at 8'oclock sharp."

"It will just look like you are going to detention. Very smart Mr. Potter."

"I do have my moments Professor," Harry said with a cocky grin.

"Severus," chided Snape.

"Harry," he teased in response. "Kiss me before I go?"

And he did.

Each kiss just gets better and better. I could get used to these. Addicted. Mmmm….

Snape pulled back and ran a hand through Harry's dark locks. "You'd better go."

"Till tonight."

Waiting for 8 o'clock had been pure torture. Dinner was an awkward affair. Harry couldn't get over the resentment and anger he felt towards the Hermione in his dreams, causing him to give the real one the cold shoulder. He knew it was absurd and irrational, but he just could shake the feelings the dream at inspired. No matter how Ron tried to smooth things over or Hermione try to engage him in conversation, Harry couldn't, wouldn't talk to her.

Once dinner was over, Harry had spent most of his time wandering the Halls and the grounds, making time until he could be with Severus again. He had made it all the way to the Whomping Willow when he saw a large chocolate-coloured owl heading towards him.

The bird swooped down and dropped a small rolled parchment before heading back towards the Owlery. Harry unrolled it eagerly.

Harry,

Come back.

S

Harry tucked the paper into his pants pocket and sprinted back to the castle. Making time for only a short stop up to the Gryffindor dormitory for his bag, which he stuffed his cloak and a pair of sleeper pants into, before running down to the dungeons. Finding a dark corner, Harry pulled out his cloak and made his way to Severus' door. A warm feeling washed through him he realized the door was left open to him. Pushing it open, Harry stepped inside and into the arms of his lover.

Severus was still sore and bruised, just as he said he would be, but that didn't matter to Harry.

Instead of vigorous sex, he and Severus climbed into bed and explored each other's bodies with care and reverence. Each man taking time to give the other pleasure. Cut for Censors Harry thought that nothing could ever top it. Nothing they had done before could be sweeter than this.

This was different. This was the beginning of something more.

After waving a cleansing spell over them both, Harry found contentment and peace in the arms of his lover and drifted to sleep.

If Harry had been paying better attention as he snuck through the halls of Hogwarts, he would have noticed a figure following behind him. He would have noticed them stop behind the statue and see him put on his cloak. He would have seen them follow him to Snape's door. He would have seen them watch him walk through the large oak doors.

He would have seen the anger flash in Hermione's eyes.

Save Me a Saturday Nightis in reference to a song by Neil Diamond