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My apologies for the image, really wasn't my intention to scar you :)

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Very educational ;)

Harry couldn't believe he'd had a wank the first night and in Snape's house, of all places. He was mortified and hoped that Snape hadn't heard him, or worse seen his erection straining to break free when he was laying in front of the fire. He cringed and rolled onto his side the next morning as he lay in bed. He'd heard the man shuffling round earlier and guessed it was about six thirty, which meant that he was going to get up soon as well whilst hopefully not walking into the man in the process.

He was in luck as he opened his bedroom door carefully and peered down the hall before looking over at the bathroom door and seeing it ajar. Dashing across the landing with his towel in hand he shut the door to the bathroom and turned the shower on. The hot water feeling amazing on his sensitive skin after waking from yet another dream even though it wasn't as steamy as the one previously. He didn't have a long shower, just one long enough to wash himself and he found that yet again he had forgotten his clothes, so carefully wrapping the towel around his waist he darted between rooms and locked himself away.

Snape was sitting at the table currently sipping on some coffee when Harry came down the stairs with his eyes cast down and he had to smirk to himself when he thought back to that night. He focused back on the letter that he was reading and took another sip of coffee as Harry sat in front of him.

"Good morning, Harry." He said casually, putting the letter aside and leaning back in his chair.

"Uh, morning, sir." Harry replied blushing and looking down at his plate.

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, and when Snape realized that Harry wasn't going to eat anything he leaned forward, his right arm that was holding the coffee leaning on the table and his left forearm sitting on the table edge. He narrowed his eyes and then raised an eyebrow purposefully when Harry looked up to get his attention before he handed Harry the letter than he had been reading.

"This is from the Headmaster, you should read it." Snape said carefully and placed it on Harry' plate as he clearly wasn't going to reach out and take it.

Snape leaned back in his chair again, looking a little smug at Harry's actions before he grabbed himself a piece of toast as he secretly watched as Harry read the letter.

"Am I allowed to go?" Harry asked, biting his lower lip and Snape's eyes widened ever so slightly at the action, however he tried to cover it up with a cough before nodding.

"Of course you are, Harry. We will need to be there at two this afternoon. You may take as long as you like."

"Okay… thank you." Harry smiled as he re-read the note and Snape nodded.

It was a letter informing them that there was going to be a remembrance ceremony for Remus although it didn't say where in the section that Harry had read but he guessed that Snape would be apparating them there so he didn't need to worry about that. Although something that did worry him, hit him like a herd of Centaurs and he snapped his head up to look at Snape.

"Who's going?" He said abruptly and Snape eyed him carefully and raised his eyebrows.

"I am not sure, however you needed worry."

"Not worry? No one knows about us!" Harry said in a panic and then rolled his eyes, blushing fiercely when he realized what he'd said.

"And I'd hope not." Snape said with an air of amusement that made Harry glare at him.

"If anything is spoken about why you are there, all you need to say is that you were collected." Snape said evenly, and looked at Harry purposefully.

Harry nodded, his heart was in his throat as he thought about the prospect of him being there with Snape. He knew that people would be asking questions and he almost considered showing up as Jade so only the key people knew he was there. He sighed and put a hand around the back of his neck as he haphazardly massaged it before pushing his chair back and standing with the intention of walking outside for some air.

"Where are you going?" Snape said accusingly and Harry turned around frowning at him.

"Uh, outside… is that okay, sir?" He asked confused but the man indicated towards the table with his coffee and before turning to another letter.

"You haven't eaten anything." He said and Harry looked at him in disbelief.

"But I'm not hungry." Harry replied but the man looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not." He said defensively and Snape put everything down before looking over at Harry.

"Eat, or I will force you to." He threatened and Harry slunk back to his chair and grabbed a piece of toast biting into it ungracefully and Snape picked his coffee and letter back up with a smug look.

"Better." He said quietly and smugly behind the letter as he took a sip of coffee and Harry glared at him.

After breakfast, Harry asked if he was able to go outside, which Snape agreed and he went into the backyard to get some fresh air so he could think things through. His mind, as always, was a jumbled mess and he found he was feeling many different emotions. Excitement when he interacted with Snape but then ashamed that he had these growing feelings for the man, guilty because he was thinking of Snape rather than Remus as it was the funeral for the close friends and relatives and on top of that he was anxious because he didn't want to face his friends.

All of this was playing on his mind and he thought he was going to go insane or even that his brain was going to explode. He hadn't realized it but a tear rolled down his cheek and he hastily wiped it away, there was no room for tears today, he had to remain strong for his friend and ex-professor. He had to remain strong because he was going to be facing people who were going to ask questions and he had to remain strong because he didn't think Snape would want to have to deal with a cry baby. No he was done with tears, he was done with hiding away.

"Harry?" Snape called from the door and Harry turned to look at him as he leaned against the doorframe.

He stood and made his way over to the man, taking a deep breath and looked him in the eye.

"Lunch is ready." He said and Harry nodded.

Harry wasn't really that hungry but he was getting some irritating looks from Snape when he saw the empty plate so he forced some sandwiches down his throat and looked at the man as if to say 'happy now?' but all he did was smirk back and Harry couldn't help but look in awe as the man's face simply lit up when he wasn't scowling. Shaking his head of those thoughts, he thought ahead to the funeral and he closed his eyes as he thought about what he wanted to say to the man, all the positive things that had happened between them or that had happened.

"Right, are you ready?" Snape broke the silence as he stood and Harry shook his head.

"Just let me change." He said and sprinted up the stairs.

When he came back down he was wearing a black button up dress shirt with his black jeans and black dress shoes and nodded at Snape as he came to stand next to him by the front door to signal he was ready. Snape nodded in understanding and then opened the door before he grabbed Harry's waist from behind and apparated them away. Harry had initially gasped as he felt the man's hands grab his waist, however once they arrived it was clear why the man had done it because Harry went to fall forward but was stopped by Snape tightening his grip. It sent a wave of hot, pure pleasure through his body when he felt himself pressed solidly to the man but he had to shake his head and get his thoughts right before he did something stupid.

"Thanks." Harry said blushing and ducking his head and the man nodded and watched as Harry looked around him.

He didn't know where he was but the town seemed familiar somehow but he thought that he must be dreaming. Looking around he saw some people gathered in the cemetery and he looked to Snape as he inclined his head and with his hand indicated that Harry should proceed him and he did, slowly, but remembered the vow he made himself back at Snape's house. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders looking rather striking as his face was, he thought impassive, rivaling even Snape's one. He faltered a little in his step when he saw the tear stained face of Hermione who was standing by the grave and she turned to see him, obviously roused by the movement coming from her right and she ran over to him.

"Oh, Harry." She said, sobbing a little.

"I know, Hermione." He said wrapping his arms around her shoulders and looking over them to see the newly placed grave for Remus and his heart constricted.

"Sir." She said as Snape came up behind Harry and he nodded before joining the others, namely McGonagall and Dumbledore as well as a few members from the Order.

"Did he collect you?" She whispered and he looked her in the eye before glancing at Snape and nodding.

"Come on." He whispered and they made their way over to the group.

The Weasleys were there, much to Harry's dismay but Ron never approached him and he was glad for this. However he wasn't so lucky with Mrs. Weasley and she cuddled him endlessly until he almost snapped at her and walked back over to where Hermione was. The service wasn't much, it was more a few words of respect and remembrance for Remus before Dumbledore placed a few charms over the grave and the area hummed with magic briefly before it glowed purple and disappeared. After this, everyone either approached the grave or left and before long it was just Harry and Snape standing in the cemetery as snow began to fall in the town and Harry looked up at the grey sky.

Looking back down at the grave he closed his eyes and mentally threw thoughts and memories at the grave knowing that it would do nothing, but it at least gave him a sense of peace for the man. There were no tears however, he refused to let anymore fall and he stood tall before taking a breath and turning towards Snape who was watching something further in the cemetery with narrowed eyes.

"Okay, I'm ready to go." Harry said and came to stand in front of the man who was still looking off into the distance.

"Not yet." He said and then turned to Harry who was frowning.

"There is something I want to show you." Snape continued and walked further into the cemetery and Harry followed.

Snape came to a stop in front of another grave, however with it being covered in snow Harry couldn't see who's it was until Snape looked around before raising his wand and the snow melted away showing the names of his parents. He gasped and dropped to his knees, suddenly overcome with the enormity of this and he leaned forward, placing his hands on the cold stone.

"Is this…"

"Godric's Hollow." Snape finished and Harry nodded mutely as he stared at the names etched into the stone.

"Mum… Dad?" He said quietly and he leaned forward further to rest his forehead on the stone in an attempt to get closer to them.

As he did this, Harry was sure he heard the echo of his mothers voice and he pulled back and looked around to see if there was anyone else about but there wasn't, Snape hadn't said anything either so he thought he must be hearing things. He smiled sadly at the tome stone and traced a finger over the names of his parents, memorizing what it looked like and trying to etch this moment into his mind forever.

He didn't know how much time had passed but he started to shiver and then felt something warm drape over his shoulders and he sniffed from the cold. Looking down he realized that Snape had given him his coat and he stood, brushing the fresh snow off his now wet jeans and looked to Snape facing him and looking into his eyes. There was earnestness when he gazed into the chocolate brown eyes and the need to be close to him, not just for warmth hit him hard so he stepped forward and rested his head against Snape's chest. He was surprised when warm arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly but then he felt the pull of apparition and they left with a crack.

The first thing Snape did when they arrived back at his house was pull Harry inside and dry his clothes before shoving him in front of the fire and lighting it then calling Karsha. Harry couldn't believe what he'd just seen, his parents, his parent's grave stone no less and suddenly the world didn't seem… what? He didn't know what word that would describe how he felt at this moment but it was something he had never felt before and it was intriguing.

"Here, drink this." Snape said pushing a steaming mug into his hands and he looked down at it smiling a little.

He remembered the last time Snape had given him hot cocoa, which had been laced with a Nutrient Potion because that's how much the man cared about him. He looked up at the man who was still standing next to him and thanked him before taking a sip, of course there was something else in there but he didn't know and right now he didn't really care. He'd visited his parents.

"I want you to remember that your parents and Remus have been reunited in death. Remember that yes, the only connection to those Marauders has gone but that they are now together again." Snape's voice was coming from behind him and he shuffled around so he was looking at the man, his back was to the roaring fire.

"I will. Thank you." Harry replied, a small smile appearing on his face and renewed purpose in his life ignited.

Renewed purpose, that's what it is, he thought as he sat there and regarded Snape as he cocked his head to the side. He took another sip of his cocoa and then stood, making his way over to Snape who was sitting on the couch with his right leg crossed over his left and his right elbow resting on the arm of the couch. He watched as Harry came over to him and sat on the couch as well, his eyes were looking down as he looked into the mug and he sensed that the boy had something on his mind. He didn't say anything though and Snape moved over a little so he could put an arm around his Harry's shoulders, not really sure why but there seemed to be a comfortable silence between them and he thought it the right thing to do. As he did this, he remembered what Harry had said a few days ago about feeling empty, and he was curious to know if this was still the case.

"May I ask you something, Harry?" He asked quietly and Harry shifted so he was looking up at him, his now empty mug being placed on the coffee table.

"Sure." Harry replied, he was aware of how close they were at this current moment and he couldn't help but lick his lips as he glanced down at Snape's mouth, which seemed so close.

"You said the other day you felt empty. Do you still feel that way now?"

"No." Harry whispered, his heart rate increasing a little and the warmth from the man's hand on his shoulder sending shivers through his body.

"How do you feel now?" Snape asked, his head coming closer towards Harry but stopping a few centimeters away but he could still hear the hitch in Harry's breath and see his cheeks flushing.

Harry didn't want to say; he also didn't know how true the man wanted him to speak. If he was truly honest he would say, extremely aroused and that he wanted to kiss the man; he was certainly making it very difficult for Harry to restrain himself. He looked down and tried to quash the thoughts, his crotch however was reminding him what he wanted most and he looked back at the man and took a deep breath.

"Not empty." He tried unconvincingly and the man smirked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm, I'm afraid that's not specific enough." He said trying to egg Harry on. He could tell what the boy wanted, the desire was written across his face and flashed dangerously in his eyes.

"Uh…" Harry mumbled and looked into Snape's eyes, feeling his face flushing.

It was now of never, he knew that it the man rejected him now there was never going to be a chance between them and he could live with that. What am I thinking? He thought confused, if he kissed the man right now he'd have to go and pack his trunk, he doubted the man would want to look at him. But every time this happens he doesn't pull away… Then there was Blaise, why didn't he like us together? There were so many questions and uncertainties screaming through his head however they stopped in an abrupt moment of clarity and he looked at Snape with hope as desire pooled in his stomach and he took the chance.

He felt a hand on his knee, the warmth being felt through his jeans and his eyes locked onto Snape's lips as he leaned forward and closed the distance between them. He felt nothing but pure lust for the first few seconds that their lips met. Those lips, the thin, moist and silky lips that were molding with his own felt so good that he thought they were going to be the death of him but like last time he freaked out when he realized who he was kissing.

He pulled away suddenly and his fingers went straight to his tingling lips before he jumped up and ran out of the room, his heart beating at a dangerous pace and his breathing erratic. As soon as he slammed to door to his room he started pacing and buried his face in his hands as he relived the experience. His lips had felt like they were on fire when he'd been kissing the man and he had really hoped that they could continue… but no, he wasn't going to face the ridicule and the anger that was going to come from the man.

"Gaahh!" Harry said frustrated and kicked his trunk that was under he bed in frustration before face planting onto the bed.

Snape, who was still sitting on the couch looking at the spot where Harry had been sitting took a deep breath and smiled. The kiss hadn't really been much, just a little slow moving action but the emotion that he had felt in that kiss had made him feel a number of different emotions and all of them were good. He'd wanted this for a while now once he realized he'd wanted Harry for more than just his company and yes he knew that he could get into some serious trouble for this but who did Harry have left? He'd said it himself, there was no one left apart from Snape, which he realized was a stretch but he was there for him nonetheless and wanted to fill a void for the boy. He'd been there for Harry at his lowest point, and he wanted to be there for him at his peak, so with this in mind he stood just as he heard a growl of frustration coming from upstairs and he headed towards the boy's room.

Harry heard a knock at his door and his heart jumped into his throat, stopping in the process and he gave a choked out 'no' in response.

The door opened anyway and Harry jumped off the bed and made for the window as he realized this was his only escape route. The man however, slowly walked into the room, void of any emotion other than understanding and came to stand at the end of his bed.

"Wh-what do you want? I'm sorry okay? I'm so, so sorry, sir." Harry said scared but Snape looked at him with a frown.

"What makes you think that I'm angry?" He countered and Harry looked at him lost. They still stood a good two meters from each other, neither of them moving.

"You're my teacher and… and it's not allowed. Plus, why would you think that some snotty kid is any bit attractive or – or…" Harry trailed off as Snape had started advancing on him.

Harry backed into the wall and Snape came to stand directly in front of him, his right hand resting on the wall beside Harry's head.

"Hmm, you might be right. Although, is it really that hard to believe that I may want you to do it again?" Snape was playing with him, getting him to initiate it again because he didn't want Harry to feel pressured into doing something that he really didn't want to do. He knew that's what he wanted though, he was too easy to read.

"You – You feel the… the same?" Harry's voice wavered as he said it, but was rewarded when the man gave a small nod.

That was all he needed and like lightening Harry's hands grabbed the back of Snape's neck and pulled their lips together in a searing kiss. Snape moved forward pushing Harry into the wall with his hips and his hands moving to cup Harry's face holding him in place. His flicked his tongue along Harrys top lip and it made him moan, opening his mouth ever so slightly, but that was all Snape needed to then plunge his tongue into Harry's mouth to map and explore every inch of it and to make Harry feel pleasure. Snape could feel Harry's hard erection pressing into his own equally hard erection and he ground their hips together to which Harry moaned again in Snape's mouth and Snape worked hard to not let one slip out himself.

Snape broke the kiss hesitantly and Harry opened his eyes as he saw then felt Snape resting his forehead against his own. He was happy to note that he wasn't the only one slightly out of breath as he could hear Snape's breathing was a little ragged. They stayed like this for at least a minute before Harry felt Snape move his hands down his sides with his thumbs gliding over his nipples and abdomen.

"Yes, Harry. I feel the same." Snape said as his breathing evened out a little and he pulled his head away but maintained eye contact with Harry.

Snape was becoming quite hot, and if his own flushed cheeks were anything to go my, he had to get rid of his heavy robes. He continued to pin Harry to the wall with his hips but his hands reached up to his collar where he started to undo the top buttons on his thick black robe and he felt Harry tense with wide eyes.

"I'm hot, Harry." He said as way of explanation and he felt Harry's tension lessen.

As he shook of the thick robe, Harry moved his hands and rested them on the man's chest. He was surprised to feel the white shirt that the man was wearing was as soft as it was and because it was hidden under the thick layer it was very warm. Harry then felt two warm hands gripping his hips and he looked up to see a dangerous flash in the man's eyes before the man moved his head forward and kissed him on the lips. The kiss didn't last long however as Snape kissed his way along Harry's jaw and found a sweet spot on Harry's neck that had him squirming and moaning with his hands almost clawing at his shoulders.

Harry felt like his legs were about to give out but Snape ground him further into the wall to stop this happening and tightened his grip on his hips. The whole experience was surreal and he couldn't quite believe that this was happening right now, not that he was complaining however because right now Snape was licking his earlobe and taking it between his teeth making him mewl. Suddenly Snape moved his hands and pulled Harry up by the backs of his thighs and instinctively he wrapped his legs around the man's waist as well as his arms around his neck as he was moved away from the wall and turned towards the bed.

Snape lay Harry down carefully and quickly toeing off his shoes and ripping Harry's off he crawled up the length of Harry and pushed his weight lightly on top of him so he could continue his torture. This gave Harry access to Snape's upper area now too as they were at the same level so lifting his head as best he could he started to kiss and lick one side of the man's neck although he didn't really know what he was doing. However the jutting of the man's groin into his stomach was a good indication that he enjoyed it so he didn't stop until Snape repositioned himself so he was straddling Harry before putting his hands on the top of Harry's black shirt.

Harry stared up at Snape as the man started to undo some of his buttons before Snape leaned down and started kissing his chest, laying soft light kisses all over it as he undid a couple more buttons so he could get to Harry's nipples. He felt a jolt of intense pleasure rip through him when Snape licked and began sucking on one of Harry's nipples and he weaved a hand into Snape's hair with the other one fisting the duvet moaning in the process.

"So responsive." Snape said softly as he pulled away from one nipple and took the other one in his mouth.

Harry's moaning got louder and he started to wriggle around under the man as the feelings he were experiencing were clouding his mind and he couldn't think straight. All he knew was that he didn't want the man to stop and he raised his hips to get some more friction, which he was rewarded with as the man ground himself into Harry as well and he heard the man grunt. Getting desperate for release, Harry's hand that was fisting the duvet went straight to his groin and he palmed his rock hard erection and closed his eyes when he heard a deep chuckle from the man on top of him.

"Oh…" Harry managed to mutter as the voice curled around him and he thought that he was going to die if he didn't get some release.

Snape moved away from his nipples and went back to Harry's mouth with their tongues battling and Harry moaning. Snape reached down between them and Harry could feel him pulling at the button and zip on his jeans then pulling them down slightly so he could get to his throbbing member. The effect that his hands had on Harry's cock was instantaneous and Harry cried out into Snape's mouth when a warm hand wrapped around it and gently squeezed. Snape took that as a sign that Harry was okay with this and tried some experimental strokes before Harry tensed and cried out again as his orgasm flushed through his body and had him seeing stars.

Snape smiled as he gently broke away from Harry and pulled his hand away, muttering a quiet cleaning spell before pulling Harry's jeans back up. When he looked up at Harry's face, the boy was smiling goofily even though his eyes were still closed and Snape leaned down to give him a chaste kiss before pulling away and getting off him. He had to stop himself moaning as he moved because he still had a massive hard on from the lack of attention but he didn't want to scare the boy off, not after what he just managed to do. He picked his black robe off the floor and put it back on as he came to sit on the edge of the bed and Harry rolled onto his side to watch what he was doing.

"How do you feel now?" Snape said in amusement and Harry gave him his gorgeous lopsided grin.

"Amazing." He replied a little hoarsely and Snape had to smirk.

"And a little sleepy." He admitted and closed his eyes before opening them in an attempt to stay awake.

"Then sleep, Harry. I will be downstairs when you wake." Snape spoke softy and ran a hand down Harry's cheek, which made Harry sigh in content before his eyes shut completely and his body went limp.

After this, Snape made a hasty exit to his own room where he ripped off his outer robe and white shirt, along with his pants, which left him standing in his silver briefs, which also didn't stay on for much longer as he flung himself onto his bed and grabbed his raging erection in his hand. He let out a primal growl as his hand made contact with the hot piece of anatomy and he wasted no time in stroking it hard and fast. As he did this, he reflected back on what he and Harry had just done; the way Harry's body keened and responded so eagerly to his touches and the way his kisses made his lips tingle.

"Agh." He groaned as the images spurred on his assault.

Next he imagined what it would be like to see the boy bent over the desk that he was currently looking at from his bed. He knew that the dark wood would compliment the boy's skin tone and, imagining that the boy's arse was in the air in front of him as he stroked himself in preparation for impaling him he closed his eyes as he felt the telltale tightening of his balls and the pleasure hitting him like a whip as it shot throughout his body.

He didn't care how much noise he made in the process of his orgasm and he assumed that Harry would have fallen asleep anyway. He gave his cock one last stroke as the last drops of come sprung out and he sighed letting his head fall back against the headboard. It had been a while since he'd felt like this, it wasn't that he never indulged himself in this kind of act but it was the fact that he now had someone to share this with, someone who was going to fuel his pleasure in a way that he could not do alone and this thought made him smile briefly.