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WARNINGS:

This is a story with very detailed sex scenes and very graphic depictions of violence. If you're not mature enough to read this kind of story, leave and don't read any of this. You have been warned.

This story depicts Snarry. That means, the pair between Snape and Harry. If you don't like that pair, leave now before you read any of the story. Don't say I didn't warn you.

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Chapter One – Physical Connections

Harry walked hurriedly through the corridors of the castle. His feet were almost flying, as if he would be on his broomstick. Sweat trickled down his forehead and his nape. He reached for his wand as he turned a corner but hesitated. He didn't have a clear angle and probably would miss the spell.

Also, he didn't know this particular part of the castle as well as his opponents. The dungeons and its vicinity were not one of Harry's favorite places at Hogwarts.

His mind rushed, trying to think of what to do in this situation. He got his answer almost immediately: He would fight them, even if that was the last thing he did. He was a Gryffindor after all, wasn't he?

The footsteps chasing him didn't stop, in fact, they were almost catching up to him. Even if they were 3, he thought he could face them.

He started to run slower down the hallway, stopping just about the middle of it, grabbed his wand with his right hand fiercely, readying himself to turn around and face the immediate threat.

In the heat of the moment, with no lights whatsoever, he didn't notice the alcove on his right side. Just as he was turning his body, with his back towards the gap, a hand grabbed his waist and yanked him. He tried to scream, as panic settled into him, but found himself unable to as another hand clamped fiercely onto his mouth a mere instant later.

The alcove was a really narrow one, he couldn't even fathom how two people could fit in it. The body behind him was as stiff as a stonewall would be. The hand in his mouth was warm, and it smelled weirdly.

Harry felt as if the darkness itself had swallowed him. There wasn't a glimpse of light to be seen in his immediate surroundings, nor could he know who was the person currently holding him hostage.

Realizing what sort of situation he was in, he got even more nervous by the moment, and so he started to thrash and tried to scream, wishing to be freed. It was then that he heard the voice of their captor in his left ear, speaking low and menacingly. He wished he didn't recognize it straight away. It belonged to Snape.

"I strongly suggest you stop moving." – The hand in his waist pulled harder, if that was even possible, as well as the one shutting him up. – "Be quiet. I'm not your enemy."

Harry shivered at the proximity of his most hated professor. He stopped moving and could feel how hard his throat was, as he swallowed. He noticed how, slowly, his eyes were getting used to the darkness and could see better as time passed. He heard the voice of the man again, still whispering in his ear.

"Good. Don't make any sudden movements. Stay still. Pray so that they don't notice your presence. They can still hear us."

After the Potions Master said those words, Harry felt the all too familiar feeling of a Disillusionment Charm placed around them. Harry realized Snape had just done wandless, mute magic.

Harry heard the footsteps getting near. His breath hitched, and his whole body stiffened again. It was then that he felt the professor's breath on his neck. The Potions Master' arm pinning Harry against his chest stiffened.

The next thirty seconds felt eternal to Harry. He heard the voices of the men whispering. 'Where did he go? Find him, or who knows what the Dark Lord will do to us.'

One of them started approaching the alcove Harry was currently in.

Harry noticed how, slowly, Snape freed his mouth. The next time he saw the hand that was muting him until a moment before, it was holding his black wand, and pointing it directly in a straight line towards the man's forehead.

Snape's hand and arm weren't trembling in the slightest, and the grip he had on the wand was as tight as Harry's throat.

The professor's breath came in slow, deliberate motions, making the skin on Harry's neck get goosebumps. Harry shivered slightly.

When the man was mere inches away from them, he suddenly turned towards the end of the hallway, as his two other companions. Harry heard how footsteps came rushing towards the hallway. The three figures became black smoke and made an exit, going in the opposite direction.

Snape lowered his wand, as slowly as he pulled it out, and talked again.

"You did good tonight. Now, leave before they know you're here." Harry heard the voice of the man drop down an octave. "If you ever mention this to anyone, we shall meet again. Now, get out."

And with that, Harry was pushed outside the alcove. When he regained his breath and composure, he turned towards the small crevice and noticed Snape wasn't there anymore.

That night, he returned towards his dormitories without any further incident.

That was the first night Harry dreamt with Snape. He woke up, a straining erection poking into his lower pajamas, and precum leaking from the top. His cheeks became redder than Ron's hair. He looked around and realized the room was empty.

The events of last night repeated in his mind. The sounds, the smells, the sensations, the physical touch of Snape's hand. Above all of the feelings he felt, there was one that made him feel an overwhelming anxiety over any other.

His voice. The silky, dark, menacing voice that his professor had. The threat he articulated when there was no one besides Harry to hear. He realized he could cum just by hearing it.

Why did he had to talk to him in that fucking voice? His cock throbbed under his underpants, eager for attention. "If you ever mention this to anyone…" Why would he reveal what happened last night? What motive could he possibly have? Why was his brain and therefore his cock infatuating over that interaction with his most hated professor?

His first class wasn't until an hour, so he headed towards the shower with a thought in mind.

He casted a muffliato in the bathroom.

He took out his robes and threw them on the floor, then he entered the shower and activated the faucet. Hot water against his skin felt incredibly appropriate for how he felt on the inside.

His cock throbbed with anticipation, and he moaned when his fingers wrapped around it. His mind began to think of how Snape felt when he was behind him.

His hands, one in his waist, restraining him, keeping him unable to escape. The other, keeping him silent, making sure no one knew they were there.

His hand began to pump his cock, slowly at first, increasing the rhythm as time passed. He remembered the darkness he was in. How he could not see anyone, but didn't need it, since he was feeling the body and aura of Snape behind him.

He remembered the voice of Snape, whispering in his ear. "Don't move. Be quiet. I'm not your enemy." That fucking sensual voice. But it wasn't just that.

Not only the personal timbre it had, but the words. The feeling of not being seen, nor acknowledged. The darkness he was surrounded with, the darkness his professor usually emanated. The feeling of being physically subdued. The feeling of trembling like a leaf at the hands of another person. Another man.

He moaned like a madman and realized he was almost reaching the edge. He kept increasing the rhythm. He thought of that same voice, bringing him to his climax. "Don't you dare stop. I want you to say my name, screaming from the top of your lungs when you cum. Just for today, I want you to make all the noise you think you can muster."

With that last sentence, he came. His mouth opened and he yelled the name of Snape, moaning extremely loud. White sperm shoot out of his cock, tainting the walls of the shower. He heard the voice of Snape again, as if he was there: "Good boy, now be quiet." His lips sealed shut, his body trembling with the aftermath of the orgasm. That was one he would remember for a long time.

He got out of the shower, cleaned up the mess with his wand and finished the spell he placed before. He dressed and picked up the books he needed for the day. His first class was Potions, to make it even funnier. He got away from the Gryffindor Common Room and headed towards the Great Hall to have some breakfast, feeling much more relaxed.

Harry entered the Great Hall feeling at ease. His eyes darted towards the main table, looking intuitively for Snape. He found him, next to professor McGonagall. His eyes locked with the Potions Master's, and he could feel how Snape's aura was emanating from that look. Harry's cock twitched inside his pants. Then, he visibly swallowed and broke eye-contact almost immediately, not wanting to engage.

Hermione and Ron were waiting for him, and were looking at him when he sat on his usual seat at the table. Hermione was the first one to talk.

"Harry, are you okay? What happened last night? You almost skipped breakfast today." She gave Harry a worried look. When she realized Ron kept eating, she elbowed him on his right arm and shot him a fierce glare, looking at Harry again.

"Yeah, mate, you were supposed to go for a walk and came back when we were all sleeping. Didn't even hear you entering the room."

"I'm fine, guys, just got a bit carried away by my thoughts and when I noticed the time, it was past curfew. Luckily, nobody saw me, so it's alright."

Harry looked again at the table and could feel how Snape was still looking at him in the eyes, the gaze of the Potions Master scrutinizing his facial features. During a mere instant, he saw Snape's face change into one more serious, his gaze darkened more, if that was even possible.

Harry was reminded of his threat. 'If you ever mention this to anyone…'. He swallowed and then, fortunately, Snape's attention shifted towards McGonagall, who was sitting right next to him.

Harry softly sighed, glad that he didn't have to avert his gaze again.

Hermione noticed the gesture and looked at Harry, her eyes trying to decipher what was going on.

"Are you sure you're alright, Harry? You seem distracted. It wouldn't do you any good to be like that when Potions' our next class."

"Fuck, not the greasy git again, no." Moaned Ron loudly.

"I'm fine, 'Mione, really. We should go. We don't wanna be late."

With that, he got up and started walking down the Great Hall, his body showing a lot more confidence than what he felt inside of him.

Harry entered the lab and sat in his usual seat. Ron followed behind, sitting right next to him. Hermione sat at the table next to theirs. The rest of the Slytherins and Gryffindor sat in a quiet organized way. Harry's brows furrowed when he couldn't see Snape in the room. Hermione's brows followed suit. Even Malfoy was surprised.

Before anyone could ask where the professor was, the door at the end of the lab opened and Snape came through it. Harry swallowed instinctively. Snape pointed at the daily assignment on the board with his wand, and looked at the students questioningly, not making a sound.

Everybody took the cue and began to work on the potion straight away. The professor then went to his desk and started grading papers.

Harry thanked the gods for not having to hear the professor's voice again. His cock twitched again at the thought. He began gathering the ingredients for the potion with Ron. When they had it displayed over the table, they opened their books and began working on it.

The majority of the class went smoothly, gladly for Harry. If Snape kept quiet, then Harry could focus on his potion and be gone as soon as he could. When there were only fifteen minutes to finish the class, Harry realized the cauldron on the table on his left, the one where Seamus and Neville were in, began bubbling in a weird way. It started to smell like rotten fruit, too.

It all happened in a flash. Snape getting up from his seat and yelling at everyone to step away from the cauldron. Harry wasn't fast enough and couldn't flee the vicinity. The students fled the room in a stampede. Harry got caught in the turmoil and fell to the ground. He couldn't see anything besides black. He felt trapped. He tried opening his eyes, to no avail. Then, he heard it.

"Don't move."

Harry tried again to open his eyes. This time, he was more successful. He felt something surrounding him. Fabric. Black fabric. Silk, specifically. Something more rigid than fabric on top of him. As rigid as a human body. He looked up and saw professor Snape's body on top of his.

This couldn't be happening. Not again. He got stressed in an instant. He swallowed thickly. He wanted to get out. He needed to get out. He tried to move frantically, trying to get away from beneath the meatwall he was imprisoned with. He heard the all too familiar voice of the Potions Master in his right ear.

"Are you hard of hearing? I said don't move. You may have a broken bone, or injuries that may worsen if you move."

Harry froze on the spot and swallowed, praying to an almighty god so that Snape couldn't see how red his cheeks were again. Before he could say anything, he heard Hermione from the hallway.

"Professor, we're all okay. Shall I send a message to Madam Pomfrey?"

"Yes, Miss Granger. Stay outside. All of the rest can leave, and you may as well after you send a message to Poppy. Tell her we're on our way."

"Of course, sir."

Snape's eyes locked again with Harry's and, for a mere instant, Harry could swear he saw a glint of mischievousness on the Potions Master's. He blinked. The glint was gone.

"Let me out!" Yelled Harry, moving his fists to hit Snape's chest.

Before his fist could make any contact with Snape's body, Harry's muscles froze in place. He couldn't move. Snape did mute wandless magic again.

His eyes were caught looking at the professor's, now frozen. Black as an abyss, obsidian eyes looked at him. He felt drawn into them, like a moth to a flame.

He saw Snape moving his lips, talking to him softly, with his face mere inches away from Harry's. Harry heard how, suddenly, the professor's voice dropped an octave.

"For the last time, don't move. If you don't obey your teachers, you'll be forced to do so."

Harry thanked whatever gods ruled the Earth for the spell Snape put into him. Being petrified, any part of his body couldn't move and that, thankfully enough, included his cock. Harry felt his cheeks burning, but the only thing he could do was look into the Potions Master's eyes.

He saw how Snape got up, slowly. When he got up to his full length, Harry watched how he looked at him. He wanted to be buried under the floor. He wanted to disappear. Snape's eyes were watching him as if he was a prey in the presence of an apex predator. A rabbit beneath a panther. Harry swallowed again, trying not to look at him.

The professor seemed satisfied with the staring contest and turned around, examining the laboratory and the mess it was in. Harry, still petrified, could only look at the ceiling and try to hear what was happening. The whole room smelled like it was on fire. Harry heard Snape muttering something and the mess was cleaned in a woosh. The room went back to normal.

A few minutes passed with Snape cleaning and ordering the Potion's class. He then returned and stood beside Harry. He took out his wand and began moving Harry's body, with him walking along behind him.

Snape probably saw the alarm in Harry's face. He didn't want to go to the Hospital Wing being moved by Snape in the middle of the hallways, for everyone to see. He saw how Snape took out his wand again before leaving the room and felt a Disillusionment Charm placed upon him. Then, he hid his wand on his robes again. Had Snape felt pity for him and decided to indulge him? He couldn't ask, so he settled with just asking him at any other moment.

The "walk" towards the Hospital Wing felt extremely at ease. Harry was amazed at how Snape was able to walk freely in the hallways. Everyone that saw him stepped aside to let him, and therefore Harry, through (he was grateful for that). What surprised him most was how he could keep focusing on doing the spell that was moving him, keeping track of where he would be with the spell put on him, not hitting anyone while he walked and transported Harry and could still appear as if he was just striding down the hallway.

They arrived at the Hospital Wing with no further interruptions. Snape opened the doors and walked to Madam Pomfrey with very long strides.

"What happened, Severus?" The nurse looked at him with a bit of urgency in his voice.

"Accident at the lab, a cauldron exploded. All of the students are okay, but I'm not so sure about Mr. Potter here."

Harry was placed on the floor and both spells were lifted from him.

"I had to immobilize him, because I didn't know if he had a broken bone or anything." Said Snape, shooting at him with a pointed look. Harry swallowed thickly.

"Oh, my. Let's put you to bed, dear." The nurse lifted him onto the bed and began looking for things in the ward. "You did good not letting him move, Severus. It would have been much worse if he did."

Harry could see how a smug grin spread across the Potions Master's face. Great, what he needed now, for Snape to remind him that he got a point.

"Will I be here for a long time, Madam Pomfrey? I have Quidditch training this afternoon and don't wanna miss it." Harry whined, looking sad at the nurse.

"You've just arrived and you wanna leave already? You need to rest! I have to properly examine you before I can assure you're good to go. Lie back down! I don't want you moving!"

"This is going to be one hell of a time", Harry thought.