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Hi everyone! Here's chapter six for this story! Someone made me think in the format of the story, so I decided to give it a turn, in hopes it's easier to understand and less confusing. Please, let me know if it works!
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WARNINGS:
This chapter details descriptions of sexual nature (lemon) and depictions of violence. If you're not mature enough to read it, leave and don't read any of this. You have been warned.
As always, this story and chapter depicts Snarry. That means, the pair between Snape and Harry. In this chapter, it becomes really intense, so, specially now, if you don't like that pair, leave now before you read any more. Don't say I didn't warn you.
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Chapter Seven – Inconspicuous teaching
Harry's POV
I try to turn around to see what's behind me, only to be stopped by a hand on my right collar bone and a voice I recognize too well in my left ear.
- "Boo."
I shiver at the touch and the sound and swallow. I stop feeling the hand in my collar bone. I turn around, seeing the body of Snape standing straight behind me.
- "What did you do that for? You scared the crap out of me." – I say, getting my right hand on my chest–.
- "I thought I only told you to observe. I didn't tell you to get closer, didn't I, Mr. Potter?"
- "But I couldn't see much more from where I was and I thought I could watch from a closer location."
- "Whereas I understand your motives, I recommend you not to do so, you're not ready for that step yet. Before running, you have to learn how to walk."
I almost forget to ask the professor a question.
- "Are you armed right now, professor?"
- "Heh." – The professor chuckles. "Why would you ask me such a thing?"
- "I felt something pointy in the lower region of my back before. Seemed like a weapon to me."
- "Tell me" – I see something resembling a small smile at the corner of his lips–. "Are you seeing something I could use as a weapon right now? I encourage you to take a deep look at me."
My eyes start scanning the professor's body. I start at his hands. Empty. That much was obvious. His shirt's sleeves are squishing his arm muscles. Nothing there. The shirt has no frontal pocket, so not there either. I start looking at his pants. Nothing in his pockets, nor in his ankles.
I look at him, swaying my head "no". His right hand is placed in my head, and my hair gets rubbed. I blush a bit.
- "After your… Thorough investigation, my answer is: What weapon are you talking about?" – His hands get up in a harmless gesture–. "We're going back home. Your lessons for today haven't finished. Same protocol as when we came here."
End of Harry's POV
5 PM, Severus and Harry's house
The house was wrapped in silence. Since Harry and Snape came back from the street all they did was eat together in the kitchen some leftovers from dinner last night and leave to do some leisure time. Snape told Harry that later in the afternoon they would continue the training, but wouldn't say what they would do or any other thing.
Harry was in the library, reading a book he found on one of the shelves. Reading it was proving to be quite interesting and had Harry pretty much entertained. His back was eased into the armchair. He realized he was getting a bit cold, since the library had no fireplace. He grunted in frustration, he didn't want to get up, but his skin was feeling colder each second the time passed.
Finally, he got up and started walking towards the hallway, with the book in his right hand. Eager as he was, he tried to keep reading it while he walked towards the living room. He could hear the fire trickling and could feel himself getting warmer already.
He got into the threshold of the door belonging to the living room. The room was dimly-lit, the curtains were closed and the only light source was the one the orange flames provided. He sat down in the armchair Snape took up the day they arrived and faced it towards the fireplace.
He passed the page he was currently reading and resumed the reading, sighing happily from the heat the fire emanated. His eyes fixated on one of the phrases the book had.
"Know thy enemy."
- "What can it mean, besides the obvious?" –Harry thought–.
He closed the book and started thinking about it.
Harry's POV
"Know your enemy." I think that part is obvious. If you want to defeat someone, the more you know about them, the easier it will be.
What do I know about Voldemort? He's powerful, and should not be underestimated. I can see into his head and he into mine. He's got numbers, followers. He's able to track my magic. How could he do that? How do you track someone's magical energy? As far as I know, he's been able to do so since I got into Hogwarts, maybe even before that.
I don't know any spell one could do to make such a thing possible. Potion? None that I know of. Some kind of ritual? That might be, but still my knowledge on that is pretty limited. I think I should ask Snape about this. I'm here because of him, after all.
Thinking of Snape reminds me of some things I think I'm not able to confront just yet.
I haven't had much time to think about everything that has happened up until now.
The moment before Dumbledore's Death flashes in my mind. Him, a few meters away from me. His finger is above his lips, forcing me to be quiet.
My cock twitches at the memory. Why do I get horny when he silences me?
My mind revs up the moment where I was physically reduced by his body, the Death Eater almost catching us, and then, my rage towards him, when it's all over. I remember something he said:
"I am a master in Legilimency and You, Mr. Potter, are an open book."
Master in Legilimency. An open book.
Shit.
No way.
I couldn't have forgotten that. But I did.
My cheeks redden at the thought, my body burning even more than the fire in front of me. He is a master at reading minds. In our last encounter, I was thinking out loud that I wanted him to do things to me. HE HEARD ME THINKING. No, not thinking, I practically yelled at him.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
Something clattering in a nearby location startles me.
Snape's POV
The moment I get back home I go upstairs. I close the door behind me, and I slide down the door. I fold one knee, my right hand resting on the floor.
My shaft is poking in my underwear, eager for attention. Coming back home with it was almost unbearable. I slide down my pants and sigh as some of the pressure is released. I can feel the moisture in my underwear. The pencil in the right pocket slides down towards the floor, making some noise as it rolls. I stay silent for about a minute, trying to hear if the boy's around. Silence.
As I take off my underwear, I almost moan from the rubbing of the fabric with my dick. As it springs free, I wrap my left hand fingers around it. It's soaked with precum. I start moving my hand, pulling the skin up and down in slow motions, enjoying the feeling.
My mind starts going to the events that let me in this state.
Earlier that day, in London's streets
Snape's POV
Muggle London has changed since the last time I saw it. Probably due to not being here for a few years. The people in the streets remain the same. Busy, anxious, getting late to places I couldn't care less about.
The boy is following me closely like a puppy. He doesn't know what we're doing, and that couldn't make me happier, for two reasons.
The first one, is that taking by surprise anyone makes me feel the all too sweet feeling of adrenaline running through my veins.
The second one is that this particular exercise is only capable of extracting its maximum potential when the person doesn't know about any of it, as in everything related to spying or subterfuge activities.
I start increasing my pace, heading intently towards where the crowd thickens. The boy doesn't notice that my speed has increased, and isn't suspecting a thing. He also doesn't look like he has fully comprehended the meaning behind our change in attire and appearance. First of all, we had to because our faces are way too recognizable for our current enemies. Secondly, I had to make sure he wouldn't be able to spot me in broad daylight by my usually dark attire.
People start gathering around us in a fast stance. I start amplifying the distance of my steps subtly, getting away from the boy gradually. When I'm a few meters away from him, I crouch a little, so as that my height is decreased and I'm not spotted right away. I take a left in the street that crosses our paths, looking for the store. I get into the entrance without much trouble. I enter the clothing shop without making a mess.
From this spot I see how the boy has realized he has lost me and starts looking for me in the crowd. As I see how panic sets into him, I take the chance to get inside his mind without him noticing. He gets into the corner of my current street and the one we were, pushed by the crowd. I talk to him inside his mind.
- "Are you lost, Mr. Potter?"
I see how his right hand looks for his wand instinctively. Good reflexes. As soon as he hears me, he starts looking around like a madman, if he keeps it up, he's going to attract attention neither of us want to.
- "Looking for me, are you?" A chuckle escapes my lips. "It's a waste of time. All you've got to do right now is listen."
My main objective is to keep him on the edge, but not too much. I can feel his anxiety getting wild in his head. His thoughts are in total chaos. Not only his thoughts, his body's starting to somatize. I need to calm him down, or he's gonna explode like popcorn.
- "Relax, breathe deeply. You're not in danger."
I'm fully conscious that I'm giving him contradictory inputs to the ones his brain it's giving him, so I take it up a notch and use his mind to make it do what I want to. I project a beach in his head. The sounds, the ambience, the feeling of being there.
When I feel how he's focusing on those things, I start to take the anxiety feelings away from him. He was carrying a really big burden.
I start fading it away as he's feeling calmer. Now, for the main exercise. I keep talking to him.
- "Good. That's better. I want you to focus on the blonde man seated in the cafeteria at the right of the street you just were in."
The boy obeys and I see how he's watching the man I told him to watch. I need confirmation that he's doing as I tell him to.
- "Do you see him? Nod if you do." The boy nods really eagerly. For fuck's sake, doesn't he now how to be less obvious? "First thing you need to learn." I whisper: "Subtlety." "I can see you perfectly, don't make sudden movements. Your goal is that other people in here don't notice what you're doing." He tries to nod again, but I foresaw it. "There's no need to nod again. I know you're listening to me, nod only when I tell you too."
I see how the woman meets with the man I told Harry to watch. I keep talking.
- "Okay, next lesson. Observation. I want you to memorize all of the details you can from the man. You'll want to focus on the psychological features more than the physical ones."
The boy nods and I find myself unable to not smile. The boy gets nervous when he hears it. I love it. I hear him telling himself to focus.
The reason why we're doing this is for the boy to know that the most important piece of information you can gather from anyone pertains to the psychological aspects. These aspects are much more easily observed (and in the future exploited) when the target is not conscious he's being watched.
I wonder when he's going to realize he can't get much from where he is and make his move. I start making my way to the exit of the store. My cock pokes my underwear and I have to place a glamour around it to hide it, as well as the moisture around.
I start creeping up on him from his back. He hasn't noticed my presence, being focused on the task I ordered him to do. I take out my pencil from inside my right pocket and make it sway in my left hand fingers. The boy starts to move towards the cafeteria.
When I get behind him, I poke his lumbar region with it, almost stabbing it. At the same time, my right hand grasps his collar bone, keeping him from moving. I whisper in his left ear.
- "Boo."
Present time, Severus and Harry's House
Snape's POV
My hand is pumping faster, and I'm feeling the edge of my orgasm. As I get there, cum starts going out of my shaft in quick, strong pulses. The floor gets whiter. I stay seated on the floor, waiting for the waves of my orgasm to subside.
A few minutes pass and I'm able to get up, sighing. I clean the mess using wandless natural magic and get changed into my usual robes. I think it's time for the next lesson for the boy.
Get a hold of yourself, Severus. You can't keep this up.
He's a student, YOUR student, for fuck's sake!
You're in charge of him, he's YOUR responsibility and you're letting yourself be carried away by feelings!
I open the door of the bedroom without making much noise. I go downstairs, not having to make much effort into not making any sounds, as the carpet floor muffles my steps. When I pass through the living room area, I see that the armchair I occupied last night is turned towards the fireplace. As I pass through the door, I hear a book being closed (thunk).
I go towards the library, to prepare for the next lesson. I transform one empty shelf into a green blackboard and some pieces of paper into chalk. I start writing things on the blackboard and when I'm ready, I head for the kitchen.
As I enter it, I don't notice a platter on the table and when I pass through, it splatters into the ground, making some noise. I sigh, make myself a meatloaf sandwich and head for the library.
That's the end for today's chapter! I hope you liked it!
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CSL