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OBLIVION

Chapter 5

"Harry?" Albus leaned forward concerned as he shook his head incessantly muttering to himself.

'I won't do it! I won't do it. You can't make me do it! I'm not going anywhere alone with him! I don't want to be any nearer to him than I absolutely have to be!'

"Having classes with the man is bad enough…" Harry rasped out. "I'm not going to be in extra-curricular lessons with him too!"

"Harry." Albus said reproachfully, giving him a disappointed look. "I thought if anything now you would understand the importance of the Occulmency lessons. I know you and Severus don't get along…"

Grunting. Hips plowing against his. Panting. Wet fingers breaching him. It in him! Oh God…good. It shouldn't feel good. It shouldn't…feel…good!

"…put aside his feelings against doing the classes. And I thought you had learned to put aside your problems with Severus."

"No!" Harry gasped out breathlessly, stiff in the chair and shaking. "I…I never…" 'Okay! Okay! Calm down seriously Harry. Breathe!' "I never said I had forgiven him or anything like that! I've…been steering clear of him. Just trying to…keep neutral." Harry trembled occasionally, breath catching.

"Are you okay Harry?" Dumbledore looked over his glasses at Harry quizzically.

"NO I'M NOT! I don't want to be in classes with him! Don't you understand?" Harry stood suddenly. "And why can't YOU do it this year?"

"The same as last year Harry. More so now than ever. Voldemort has a connection with your mind and after you master Occlumency comes Legilimency and it's too dangerous for me to train you." Albus frowned. "Please sit. I can place a fire call and see if we can't get Severus up here to resolve this."

"No." He said hoarsely. "You…you don't have to call him…up here." The last part came out high-pitched making Harry clear his throat. "Look…Sir, I…have a problem working with him okay? When he gets mad he's a bit…unstable." Harry pleaded with his eyes.

"Harry. I trust Severus implicitly." Albus' tone was firm and he looked at Harry as if through him. "He would never touch a child in this school no matter how much his temper was provoked."

Those hands pushing him. Disrobing him. Touching his limp member. Touching him all over.

"You've…you've talked to him you said." Harry said quietly sitting. "Does he seem…all there to you?"

Albus sighed and stood walking across the room to his windows, back to Harry. "He's is having his own problems Harry. He isn't the type of man to confide so I don't know what is bothering him. But he has agreed to teach you even with all the problems he is carrying on himself." Albus turned framed in the light of the window. "Why can't you be mature enough to put aside your problems and go to the lessons?"

Harry snorted under his breath. 'I'm too mature if you ask me.' He sighed. "I'll…I'll do it."

Somehow it was more scary, 'NOT scary, troubling.' to be alone in a room right off with him rather than have a class with him first. Just to break himself into being around the man again without having to ignore him generally.

'Because if he ignored Snape in these private lessons it'd just defeat the purpose wouldn't it? And then Snape would complain to Albus and he'd want to know why Harry was being so difficult and they'd pry and Snape would realize someone had been messing with his head and then they'd find out it had been him and if they fixed it, he'd, they…everyone, would know he'd been raped.'

Harry whimpered as he stepped up to the door of Snape's office. Ready to knock. Ready to go back in an empty room with…

Mouth sucking on his nipples. Mouth suctioning on his bellybutton. Mouth working on his erection.

Him. Harry swallowed thickly before raising his fist and knocking. The door opened under his hand with a creak and he swallowed again before sticking his head in around the door.

"Hurry up Potter! You've never had a problem sticking your nose in where it wasn't wanted before…" Snape muttered the last part under his breath as he stood from behind his desk pushing away papers. Harry flushed and stepped inside hesitantly.

"Sir," Harry opened his mouth to, protest? Apologize? Retort? He didn't even know himself but it didn't matter.

"I've agreed to do this and go easier on your fragile constitution but that doesn't mean I have to like this. So let us get on with it?" Snape sneered lightly pulling his wand from deep in his robes.

Harry stepped in and took off his robe shakily, placing it over a chair in the room pulling his wand from his jeans with a brisk nod. "Okay."

"Do you remember what I taught you last year?" Asked in a tone that implied it would be amazing if he did.

"Yes I can…" Harry hissed irritably. Blanking his mind was easy now. He just pushed his consciousness away. And it was ever so much easier now he had something he really wanted to hide.

"Legilimens!"

But he still couldn't block the probe. A flush of memories, so fast. Back at the Dursleys. Cooking. Hiding out in his room. Crying for Sirius. Wishing he was and yet thankful he wasn't, back at school. 'Oh God.' And then he was back in second year again.

"You look a little bothered Harry. Come with me. I have a little something in my rooms I can give you that'll make you feel a lot better."

"But Professor…"

"No buts Harry you look like you need it. Besides I don't have any classes to teach right now and I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will understand why I kept you out of class this once. We must…have a chat."

"No!" Harry cried out hoarsely falling to his knees. He trembled, eyes squeezed shut. 'Not going there. You're not going there!'

"And what was that? More favouritism?" Snape snorted. "Lockhart, insipid dolt, always did like fawning over you."

"No! No!" Harry shook his head hard. "He was just…" 'Narcissist. Obsessed. A pervert!' Harry took a deep breath. "I was…hot, he was just getting me a butterbeer."

Snape rolled his eyes. "As I thought. And what would he have wanted to talk to you about? Your shared famousness?"

"He…he was just warning me not to get my head…blown up by all my fame. You know. Ha, ha, too late for me professor huh?" Harry croaked out a laugh.

Snape's lip curled in disgust. "Quite. Get up and let's carry on."

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