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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      attempted_non-con, D/s, sub!Harry, Light_Bondage, teacher/student
      relationship
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      Published: 2012-06-17 Words: 7877
****** Just for You ******
by Eriador117
Summary
     Harry wants to belong only to Snape, but someone else doesn't
     understand.
     Beta'd by Rakina, thanks so much! Written for the hp_cross_gen fest
     for lilrinnieb
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Just for You
Harry hurried down to breakfast, a fierce blush heating his cheeks at the
memory of Seamus discovering him doing that. It wasn't as if he'd meant Seamus
to walk in on him in the middle of it, Harry had thought for sure the dorm was
going to be empty. Harry had spent the past few Hogsmeade weekends alone in the
dorms exploring. It wouldn't have been so bad if Seamus had walked in when he'd
just been engaged in some normal wanking. But, oh no, Seamus had to pick the
day to forget his scarf when Harry had conjured ropes to bind both his legs and
one arm to the bedposts. Seamus had stared. Then he'd stared some more and then
he'd run out again without a word to Harry. Harry wasn't quite sure what had
caused Seamus to run more: Harry's nakedness; Harry's Gryffindor tie being used
as a gag; Harry being bound to the bed – or the picture of Snape that Harry was
staring at while he wanked. He'd been so shaken up after being caught that he
hadn't even managed to come!
Now, Harry slid onto one of the benches at the Gryffindor table and tried to
still his rapidly beating heart. Seamus winked at him and Harry flushed even
more.
"Blimey, Harry," Ron said in a whisper. "Never thought you'd be the kinky
sort."
Harry groaned and banged his head on the table. "Kill me now. Seamus told you?"
"And Dean. And Neville," Ron agreed amiably as he tucked into a sausage.
"Oh, God. I'm a dead man," Harry moaned again.
"Yep," said Ron around his mouthful of sausage. "And we have Potions first
thing. This is going to be interesting."
Interesting? Harry would be grateful if he managed to get through Potions
without coming in his trousers. Again. That had happened last week when Snape
was demonstrating the best way to remove bubotuber pus and Harry's mind could
not let go of the image of Snape's hands squeezing and tightening over the
pustules in a rhythmic action that seemed so familiar to the boys. Harry wasn't
the only one who'd been shifting in his seat, but Harry was sure he was the
only one who'd made a mess of his trousers when the plant had finally spurted
all over Snape's gloved hand. Harry couldn't help imagining that it was his
prick that Snape was squeezing and rubbing.
Harry wasn't at all sure how he managed to make it from the Great Hall down to
the dungeons, but make it he did. Had he even eaten any breakfast? He wasn't
feeling hungry, but he wasn't sure whether that was from nerves (this would be
the first time he'd faced Snape after stealing his picture) or because he had
actually eaten something.
Harry followed Ron to the back of the room and took refuge behind the
worktable. He gave thanks to whoever designed them to be above waist-height
even when sitting down. His prick was hard every time he entered the classroom
now and Harry wondered at the strange twist of fate that had him lusting after
Snape of all people. Part of it was due to the war, and the way Snape had given
orders to the wizards and witches under him, expecting them to obey instantly.
The part of Harry that craved orders and submission had woken up in a frenzy,
whereas before it was just something he had occasionally thought about in
passing.
Harry had just removed his Potions textbook, his parchments, quills and inks
and settled them on his desk when a large, dark shadow loomed in front of him.
He swallowed audibly.
"Oh no you don't, Potter. I want you at the front of the class where I can keep
a better eye on you. Move, now."
"Yes, sir," Harry tried not to moan, grateful that he was sitting down already.
He was sure he would have fallen as his knees turned to rubber at the man's
forceful tone. Harry gathered everything back up and threw it haphazardly into
his bag once more. His heart thudded against his ribs as he made his way to the
front of the class, the bag loosely held in front of his groin. At least Snape
hadn't ordered him to partner with any of the Slytherins, which was a small
mercy.
"Today, we shall endeavour to make the Draught of Peace and –" Snape was cut
off as Hermione hopped in her seat with her hand raised.
"Yes, Miss Granger? To what do I owe this unfounded interruption?"
Draco Malfoy and the Slytherins all sniggered as Hermione blushed. "It's just,
sir, are you sure that potion is allowed? The ingredients..."
"Are you or are you not of age, Miss Granger?"
"Yes, sir."
"As are all the students in this class. Potions take many forms, Miss Granger,
and have many ingredients, including this one. Do you think any of the great
masters would balk at this? As for it being allowed, this potion comes up
frequently on the NEWTs, so it has been approved by all the relevant
educational bodies, including our own Headmaster."
Oh, dear Merlin! Harry suddenly had an inkling of what ingredient they'd been
talking about.
"We're not – we're not going to have to do it in class, are we?" Hermione
asked, her face paling as all the girls looked horror-struck.
Snape sneered at her. "Do you take me for some sort of voyeur? Privacy will be
required, so each of you in turn may use my office and return with your sample.
And make sure you clean up after yourselves! Right, who's first?"
Suddenly the whole class seemed to find the wood grain of their desk rather
fascinating, until Draco Malfoy's shrill voice broke the uncomfortable silence.
"I'll volunteer, Professor. After all, I have nothing to be ashamed of."
"Always knew you were a wanker, Malfoy," Ron mumbled under his breath, but of
course Snape heard him.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Weasley. And for that little stunt, you will be
next after Draco."
Draco turned around and rather childishly stuck his tongue out at Ron, but
either Snape didn't notice, or pretended not to.
"Very well, Draco," said Snape, as he leaned over his own desk to pluck a glass
phial from it. He handed it to Draco and then closed the office door after the
Slytherin.
"Well?" snapped Snape. "What are you all waiting for? You can each begin to
gather the remaining ingredients, can't you? Or have you forgotten where the
store room is after seven years?"
Harry headed to the store cupboard, his mind vaguely wondering what the girls
were going to do in order to get a sample. The ingredients list didn't specify
semen, just "essence of the witch or wizard" brewing the potion. Girls didn't
actually produce anything, did they? Then he shuddered, he really, really
didn't want to know. Girls were a mystery and he hoped they would remain that
way. It wasn't softness and flowery scents that Harry wanted, he realised that
now. When he'd been kissing Cho, sometimes she would place Harry's hand on her
breast and every time he'd made some excuse to get away from her. No, girls
were definitely not for him.
Harry had daydreamed about Bill and Charlie, sometimes the twins if he was
feeling mischievous, but never about Ron. Ron was his best friend, but he
wasn't material to wank over. Not like Snape. Snape, whom Harry had seen in
several states of undress as they'd been billeted together in some of the camps
during the war: Snape in shirtsleeves; Snape in little more than a towel; Snape
in a pair of pyjama bottoms. Harry wondered sometimes if the reason he'd
defeated Voldemort so spectacularly was because he'd been in such a state of
sexual frustration! He'd been unable to wank the whole time because he never
had a minute to himself, what with strategy meetings and bodyguards surrounding
him the whole time.
But Snape. Snape was definitely for Harry, but how to get the man to realise
it? Harry wasn't really sure how you went about seducing a man, never mind one
who was his teacher and a lot older than him. Snape would probably burst out
laughing and humiliate him till the end of the school year. No, fantasies were
a lot safer, if a bit unsatisfying lately.
Harry returned to his worktable, carefully placing his ingredients in the order
they needed to be prepared to add to the potion. His essence would be the last
ingredient to be added. Trying to quell the sense of nervous anticipation
coiling in the pit of his belly, he began slicing the dandelion roots. He would
get to wank in Snape's office. With the man himself right on the other side of
the door!
"Mr. Potter, you're next," said Snape. Harry glanced up and realised he was the
only person left in the room. "Hurry up or you will be late for your next
class. Didn't you hear the bell?"
"No, sir," said Harry as he took the proffered phial from Snape's hand. Was it
his imagination or had Snape seemed to let his hand linger on Harry's for
longer than was strictly necessary to transfer the glass? Snape needn't have
worried; Harry had been so excited during the lesson that it barely took him
two strokes before he was coming over his hand and spurting copious amounts
into the phial. As Harry cast a cleaning charm over himself and the few drops
he'd spilled onto the floor, a bit of black material caught his eye. Snape's
scarf, draped casually over the back of his desk chair.
Harry knew it was wrong, he even argued with himself for a few moments, but he
lifted the scarf and hid it under his robes, casting a concealment charm on it.
It was too good an opportunity to miss. Snape's scarf! Harry could smell
Snape's scent emanating from beneath his own robes and he just hoped his legs
would support him long enough to get to Transfiguration.
***
Once all the class had left, leaving their samples named and dated and with
preserving charms cast on them, Severus took the samples into his office and
locked them in a cabinet, ready for when they'd be needed. His hands lingered
over the last sample, the contents in the bottle belonging to Harry Potter. The
boy thought he was so good at keeping his emotions hidden, but Severus knew
what he was after... what he needed. And he would be just the one to give it to
him. Severus glanced at his chair. As expected, his scarf was missing.
Potter had taken the bait. Now all he needed to do was reel him in.
***
For the next few weeks, Severus watched Potter closely. He noted every time he
became breathless in Potions; every time his face flushed when he caught
Severus staring at him at mealtimes; watched Potter's name on a variant of the
Marauders' Map which Severus had created. One night he was brought up short.
Potter had been spending almost every night for the past three weeks haunting
the Astronomy Tower, but tonight there was another name next to Potter's on the
parchment. Very close to Potter in fact, as if the two of them were touching
each other.
Severus grabbed map and wand in his fist and left his rooms in an angry flurry
of robes.
***
Harry found it difficult to find time alone at school. The dorms and common
rooms were always full of other classmates and it was the same in the showers
or the Quidditch locker rooms. It wasn't just that he wanted privacy to touch
himself, although sometimes that was good, but he really just needed somewhere
to be alone to think and let his mind wander. For a long time he'd avoided the
Astronomy Tower, for rumours were rife that it was the best place for a
romantic rendezvous and Harry didn't want to be in the midst of courting
couples. That would just depress him.
But for the past few weeks he'd been coming up to the Astronomy Tower and he
hadn't seen anyone else at all. It seemed the rumours were just that: rumours.
His heart felt lighter as soon as he started walking up the spiral steps; for a
few hours he could be alone just to be himself. He could just be Harry. Not the
Boy Who Lived. Not the Chosen One. Not the Boy Who Defeated Voldemort or any of
that rubbish. The Tower was where he could be alone.
But not tonight.
Harry stopped in the doorway, noticing at once that the lanterns were lit and
someone else was here. His sanctuary had been invaded and Harry turned to go
back down the way he'd come when he heard his name called.
"Oh. Hi, Seamus," Harry replied, recognising the voice and holding his tongue.
He really wanted to know what Seamus was doing here, ruining his solitude. The
top of the Astronomy Tower was the only place he'd ever been truly alone and it
rankled that Seamus had come up here tonight.
"Come in, Harry," said Seamus with a big grin, a flop of his fringe obscuring
his eyes. Harry felt his hackles rise even more: inviting Harry in as if it was
his room! Harry stepped further into the room, quelling a sigh.
"I actually come up here to be alone," Harry said softly, hoping Seamus would
get the hint and leave.
"You don't want to be alone," said Seamus confidently. "I know what you want,
Harry. I've seen it."
Harry flushed, remembering that awful day when Seamus had caught him wanking.
"I'd rather you didn't bring that up."
"Why? I know your desires, Harry. You have nothing to be ashamed of." Before
Harry even knew what was happening, Seamus had his wand out and Harry was naked
and flying across the room until he smacked hard against the wall. Dark green
tendrils of some sort of vine erupted from the stone and snaked around him to
hold him against the castle wall. His arms were tugged high above his head, the
vines snapping shut on his wrists. Another vine slithered across his legs and
kept his ankles tethered to the stone a few inches above the floor. A final
vine shot across his chest, making it difficult to breathe.
"Seamus! Let me down!" Harry roared as loudly as he could with his constricted
lungs, but at least Seamus hadn't seen fit to gag him as well. "What the hell
are you playing at?" Harry let his anger override his fear.
"What does it look like?" Seamus asked, still smiling. "I'm giving you what you
want. You want to be tied up and at someone's mercy, don't you?"
"No! Not like this! You don't understand!" This wasn't what Harry wanted! He
didn't want to be at anyone's mercy, only his. Only his. This wasn't fun; this
wasn't even arousing in the least.
"Let me go!"
"Now, now, Harry. You know you can't get away. You don't want to." Seamus waved
his wand again and performed the Langlock curse, so no matter how much Harry
might scream and shout, no one would hear him. It was more effective than any
gag.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you," Seamus continued to ramble, either
ignoring Harry's mouthed pleas, or not interested in obeying them. "That night
I caught you tied up and wanking to a picture of him."
Seamus shuddered as if even the memory was too much. "You're beautiful, Harry.
You deserve so much better than an old, ugly, greasy git like him. I can give
you what you want. You want a Master, don't you? You crave rules and
discipline; I can do that for you. I can punish you as much as you want. I can
mark you as mine; you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Seamus leaned over him and
trailed a forefinger down the middle of Harry's chest before trailing it back
up and pinching Harry's left nipple between finger and thumb. "How about a
ring? I could pierce you and then everyone would know you belong to me."
Seamus glanced up at him, smiling as he pressed his head down for a kiss. Harry
tried to turn his own head but Seamus had been ready for the attempt and
clamped Harry's face in his hands as he pressed his lips down hard on Harry's.
Salt from Harry's tears mingled with their saliva as Seamus kissed the breath
from him. Harry wondered if he was going to pass out.
"Mr. Finnegan, step away from Mr. Potter at once!" The command came in the
voice of Harry's dreams and fantasies. Harry would have sagged with relief if
the vines hadn't been holding him to the wall. Snape had saved him. Again.
Seamus pulled away and Harry gulped in some much needed air.
"It's none of your business! We weren't doing anything wrong!" Seamus declared.
"I will be the judge of that, Finnegan! For a start, you have a naked student
trussed to a wall while you yourself are still fully dressed! Sexual assault is
not tolerated at this school!"
"It's not assault! It's what he wants!" Seamus protested.
"Mr. Potter? Did you agree to this?"
Harry screamed NO at the top of his lungs, but of course there was no sound.
Snape waved his wand at him. "Finite Incantatem!"
"Get the fuck away from me!" Harry snarled at Seamus. "Don't you ever come near
me again!"
"But Harry..."
"Get OUT!" Harry shrieked.
"Do you wish to press charges, Potter?" Snape asked and Harry wondered at the
man's kind tone. Was that what it took for Snape to see him as more than a copy
of his father? As more than the Boy Who Lived? A near-rape? He didn't know
whether he wanted to laugh or cry.
"No, just keep him away from me."
"Two hundred points from Gryffindor, Mr. Finnegan, and you have an appointment
with the Headmaster in the morning. Now go!"
Seamus ran from the room as if Dementors were at his heels and Harry was glad
to see him go. Snape used his wand to sever the vines holding Harry to the wall
and in a few moments, Harry was cradled in the man's arms as he used his own
cloak to cover his nakedness. Harry was trembling now that the adrenaline was
wearing off and he felt spaced out. "I don't know what he did with my clothes,"
Harry mumbled. His shaking got worse.
"I'll take you to the hospital wing and one of your friends can bring you some
clothes, Potter."
"No, sir! Please! I don't want anyone else to know about this!"
"Potter, you've just been assaulted and I think you might be suffering from
shock. It would be remiss of me not to get you some medical attention."
"I'll be all right. I'm just a bit shook-up, that's all. I just need to forget
what he did. Make me forget, sir. Please."
"You want me to Obliviate you?"
"No, Professor. That's not what I meant." Harry turned in the man's arms and
pressed his lips against his professor's.
For a few seconds, Snape allowed the kiss, but then he pulled his mouth
abruptly away. "Potter! You don't know what you're doing!"
"I do, sir," Harry said softly. "I want you to erase every trace of him from my
body. Claim me. Mark me as yours. I've only ever wanted to be yours, sir."
Harry slipped out of the man's arms and slid to the floor, kneeling gracefully
as he lowered his neck. Snape's cloak fell from his body to pool about his
knees in a puddle of black fabric, leaving Harry fully exposed under the man's
gaze. Even though Harry couldn't see it, he could feel the weight of that gaze
right down to his bones, down to his marrow. Snape's breathing hitched as he
stared.
"Do you even know what you are offering me, Potter?"
"A bit," Harry admitted. "But I know I want it to be you who teaches me
everything. Everything, Master."
"Master..." Snape said to himself. "Well, the first thing you need to learn is
not to let yourself get into these sort of situations ever again! Where is your
wand, Harry?"
"In my trunk," Harry admitted, noticing that Snape had called him by his first
name. "I didn't think I'd need it just for coming up here. I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted, but I think this scare tonight has helped you learn that
lesson, hasn't it, pet?"
"Yes, sir," Harry said, tears springing to his eyes.
"You can't go back to the dorms like this. Come with me." Snape held out his
hand to help Harry up from the floor and led him over to a cupboard housing
spare telescopes and parchment. Snape pressed his wand to a couple of bricks to
the right of the cupboard and a secret passageway opened behind them.
Harry followed at his heels like an obedient puppy as they descended down a
spiral staircase, the only light coming from the tip of Snape's wand. The dust
stuck to the soles of Harry's bare feet and he tried not to think of what else
he might be stepping in as they made their way down and down some more.
It wasn't a surprise that they ended up in the dungeons, Harry knew Hogwarts
was rife with secret passages, but it was a surprise that they emerged into
what he guessed was Snape's living room. Rather than a room in black or green,
which Harry would have expected from Snape, the space was decorated in muted
earth tones. A brown leather sofa sat in front of the fireplace, cream, brown
and gold scatter cushions arranged artfully against the back of it. Two whole
walls were taken up with bookcases from floor to ceiling and some books that
didn't fit in the shelves hovered a few inches in front of the bookcases.
The fire was lit, as were lanterns on the wall making the room seem quite cosy.
Not what Harry had expected from Snape at all. There was a tapestry above the
mantelpiece, of St. George and the dragon, but other than that nothing much
seemed personal. As Harry tugged the cloak tighter around him, Snape went into
another room and emerged a few moments later with a bottle of Old Ogden's and
two crystal tumblers. He conjured a coffee table and set them down, before
pouring out two generous measures.
"Drink up," Snape said. Harry sat down on the floor and took a sip of the
firewhisky. It burned all the way down his throat and he coughed and spluttered
once he'd finished swallowing.
"It's good for shock," added Snape. "And you have had a shock tonight, Potter.
Would you like to talk about it?"
"After," said Harry, putting the glass down and crawling on his hands and knees
to Snape. He rested his head against Snape's seated legs. Much to his delight,
Snape caressed his hair. Harry hummed in contentment, his cock pulsing with
desire.
"After what, pet?"
"After you take me to bed. I meant what I said. I want you to erase every trace
of him."
"You're not ready for that yet."
"I am!" Harry protested, sitting up so that Snape could see his very erect cock
for himself. "I want you to claim me."
Harry sensed the man was wavering. "Please!" he begged, pressing his hands down
on Snape's thighs and kneading them, hearing the man above him groan. "Please!"
Harry begged again, realising how much Snape seemed to like him begging and on
his knees.
"Where did he touch you?" Snape's eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds.
"On my chest, here," said Harry as he drew a line down the middle of his chest
like Seamus had done. "And my nipple. He pinched my nipple too."
"He kissed you as well, I saw him."
"Yes, Master," said Harry. "He did."
Snape reached out and caressed Harry's cheek. "What sort of monster am I,
Potter? I see you getting assaulted and all I can think of is how good you
looked tied to that wall, your chest heaving as you struggled for breath."
"You can do it," Harry said, a little breathless again just at the thought.
"You can tie me up. I want you to."
Snape's hand pulled away from his head and he gazed down at him. "So I got it
all wrong, did I? You did want Finnegan to do that to you?" His voice had gone
cold.
"No, no. Seamus didn't understand. He caught me wanking one day, I'd tied
myself up, but he didn't understand that I only wanted to be tied up by you. No
one else."
"You wanted... me?" There was uncertainty in Snape's tone now.
"Yes, sir," said Harry. "I've wanted you for a long time. I only want to belong
to you."
"Harry," Snape began and Harry's whole body shivered on hearing his given name
from the man's lips again "You are far too tempting, but the timing is not
right. You are still my student, and no matter that you think your body might
be ready, I don't think you should suddenly jump into bed with anyone straight
after what happened tonight."
"Oh," said Harry, the disappointment almost choking him. "I'm an idiot. I
should have realised you wouldn't want me. Can I borrow some clothes to get
back to the dorm?"
Harry stood up, only for Snape to grab his wrist, hard. "Harry, you are not
listening properly. I said the timing isn't right. Yet. I do want you and I
intend to have you. All that you have to give me."
Harry's knees almost buckled. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that on the night you leave Hogwarts you had better be in my
chambers, naked and on your knees, or you will feel your Master's wrath."
"You'll do it? You'll be my Master?"
"I will, Harry. I will." Snape reached out and traced his fingers along Harry's
bottom lip. "From this moment on, even though I have not yet claimed you, you
belong to me. No one else may touch you, is that clear? No more wandering the
halls at night. You are mine, do you understand?"
Harry nodded, his throat tight. It was all he had ever wanted. To belong to
Severus Snape.
***
Harry wasn't sure how he made it through the rest of the year, but he guessed
his frequent wanking had something to do with it. He studied hard, wanting to
do well, much to Hermione's delight and Ron's chagrin. There was no time for
extras like flying and going to Hogsmeade, for in truth there was nothing for
Harry in Hogsmeade. What he wanted was right here in the castle and he spent
most of his Potions classes trying his best not to stare at his Master as he
stalked around the room. Despite not having claimed him yet, Harry knew that
Severus Snape was now indeed his Master.
Seamus had left to finish his studies at Beauxbatons, after the Headmaster
rather forcefully suggested it after he discovered what had happened with Harry
that night. Hardly anyone knew why Seamus had left so suddenly and Harry was
happy to keep it that way. Harry tried not to think of it too much these days.
Harry slid onto the bench between Neville and Ron, with Hermione sitting on the
other side of Ron. This was their Leaving Feast at Hogwarts and he felt a pang
of nostalgia beneath his breastbone. Everyone else was settled, knew what they
were going to do with their lives but after training to defeat Voldemort for so
long, Harry knew that a career as an Auror was not for him. The only problem
was, he didn't know what to do instead. He'd lost count of how many careers
talks he'd had from Professor McGonagall, but he just couldn't decide. Maybe if
Severus was going to be his Master, he could decide for him.
Harry glanced around the room as casually as he could until his eyes landed on
the teachers' table. Severus was staring back at him, his eyes smouldering like
a banked fire and Harry felt his breath hitch. He lifted up a goblet of pumpkin
juice, hoping the cool drink would help to hide his blushes. Ron noticed where
he'd been looking and nudged Harry in the ribs. "Tonight's the night, eh?" he
grinned as he helped himself to some chicken legs.
Harry nodded, not looking back at the teachers' table. "What if he's changed
his mind?" Harry mumbled to the table.
Ron shook his head. "Don't be stupid, Harry! Haven't you even noticed the way
he's been looking at you all year?"
"He's been looking at me?" Harry's spirits lifted.
Hermione giggled. "You really haven't noticed? Harry, the man's been looking at
you as if you're a rather tasty dessert and he wants to eat all of it and then
lick the spoon for good measure!"
Harry's face flamed. "Really?"
"Really," Ron and Hermione said together and rolled their eyes.
No, Harry hadn't noticed, for he'd been so afraid that if he even looked at
Severus during lessons that his face would give him away and he didn't want to
get Severus into trouble. Harry wouldn't have minded the secrecy and the
sneaking around, but he knew Severus probably had had enough of that during his
years of spying that he wouldn't want to do it anymore.
Dumbledore tapped his goblet for order and the murmurings and chatter in the
Great Hall died down.
"First of all, I would like to extend hearty congratulations to our leaving
class this year. For seven years you have continued your education, despite
threats within and without. Your NEWTs are finished, you are all off on the
next adventures of your lives and we will miss you. Please raise your glasses
in a toast to the class of 1997!"
"1997!" The cheers were almost deafening as the whole school raised their
glasses in honour of Harry and his year mates. Hermione and the other girls
were crying into their dinner, while the Gryffindor boys looked at each other,
before grinning and looking away again, although Harry thought he wasn't the
only boy who felt a bit misty eyed too. It was the end of an era. Once silence
descended once more, Dumbledore clapped his hands and ordered everyone to:
"Tuck in!"
Harry didn't eat much, he was far too nervous and excited to eat. But finally
the dessert course and the coffees were served, but Harry didn't feel much like
eating sweets tonight either. Although, thinking about it, he decided that
maybe he might need the energy later and so he tucked into a treacle tart, but
it tasted bittersweet at the thought that it might be his last treacle tart at
Hogwarts and Harry ended up leaving half of it.
There was a tap on his shoulder. Harry turned around to see Severus staring
down at him. His heart almost escaped through his throat.
"Sir?"
"I believe we have an appointment, Harry," he said, ruffling Harry's chair.
In public. In front of the whole school!
There were gasps of surprise and outrage, except from Harry's friends, who just
nodded sagely, as if they'd expected this all along. Harry gazed up at the
teachers' table, to find Dumbledore and McGonagall with their goblets raised
and smiling at him. Harry nodded and took hold of Severus' hand.
"I believe we have, sir," said Harry as he followed his former professor out
and down to the dungeons.
Harry remembered little of that journey, what he remembered most was the end of
it when he was led straight through the living room and into Severus' bedroom.
The bed itself seemed to take up most of the space, or maybe that was because
Harry was anticipating what they might soon be up to in it. It was a black,
wrought-iron affair with brass knobs on each corner of the bedstead. A black
velvet coverlet with a pattern of silver stars was thrown haphazardly over the
top of it, as if Severus or the elves hadn't made the bed properly that
morning.
Severus sat down on the side of the bed and pulled Harry between his knees,
holding Harry's waist to keep him in place. Harry had no intentions of running
anywhere. Severus grabbed hold of Harry's head and tugged it down towards his;
Harry's mouth opened automatically in anticipation of the kiss. The first brush
of Severus' lips across his own was soft, almost tentative, as if he wasn't
sure of the reception he would receive. Harry moaned and teased his tongue
across the seam of Severus' mouth until Severus' lips opened and their tongues
tangled in a ragged dance, their passion raging the longer the kiss went on.
Harry was getting light-headed, but who needed air when he could live on his
Master's kisses?
Harry was hard and aching, his cock pressing uncomfortably against the zip of
his trousers and he shifted a bit within Severus' legs, hoping to ease the
pressure somehow. Severus pulled his mouth away and gazed up at him.
"Strip for me pet," he ordered huskily. "I want to see you."
Harry nodded as Severus removed his hands from Harry's waist so that he could
do just that. No one had ever paid this much attention to Harry as he disrobed
before and despite his face feeling so hot that he was sure he could fry an egg
on his cheeks, it was exhilarating too. Severus' eyes never left his; it was
like the gaze was a weight all of its own and Harry revelled in it. How could
he have doubted? Severus wanted this as much as he did, if the bulge in his
trousers was anything to go by.
Harry took his time, undoing the knot of his Gryffindor tie as slowly as he
dared, before throwing it to the ground, but feeling that he ought to have
tidied it up. Severus seemed to notice his dithering.
"I don't care how much mess you make, just as long as you get naked as soon as
you can."
"Yes, sir," said Harry, his hands working the buttons of his shirt open. It had
been too warm to wear a jumper or robe today and he was glad of it now, it
meant less clothes to remove. And getting naked meant being with his Master
that much sooner.
Once his shirt was undone, Harry shrugged out of it and sat down on the floor
to remove his shoes and socks, tugging them off as quickly as he could. He
stood up and began to lower the zip of his trousers, the noise sounded awfully
loud in the silent room. Severus' breathing was very ragged as he watched
Harry's fingers as eagerly as he'd ever given out detentions. Harry stopped
just before his zip got to the end and smiled at him, teasing.
"Are you looking for punishment tonight, brat? That can be arranged. Now get
those trousers down before I tie you to the bed and yank them off myself!"
"Oh God!" Harry moaned at the thought of it and almost fell in the rush of
desire that shot through him at the idea. "Yes! Oh, please! Do that, Master!"
Severus' eyes lit up with some inner fire as he stood up and pulled Harry
against him. The kiss this time was not tentative in the least. It was
powerful, Harry was being devoured, being claimed, and he loved it. As the kiss
finished, Severus pushed Harry down to the bed, his gaze scorching Harry's bare
chest. Conjured silken ropes appeared on the metal struts of the headboard and
as Harry scooted up the bed, Severus took hold of each arm in turn and tied
them securely with the silk bindings. They didn't hurt, in fact the silk
sliding across his skin was quite erotic and Harry's hips bucked of their own
accord, trying to get some friction on his cock.
Severus loomed over him, his knees either side of Harry's waist, and true to
his word he used both hands to yank Harry's trousers down and off. The front of
Harry's boxer shorts was damp with the evidence of his arousal, almost making
the fabric by the head of his cock see-through and he tugged on his restraints.
"Please!"
His Master took pity on him and tugged the shorts down and off, to be discarded
somewhere with his trousers and the rest of his clothes. "Now what shall I do
with my lovely pet, tied up and awaiting my pleasure?" Severus mused, almost to
himself. "I could leave you here while I go and finish up my lesson plans for
next year. You'll still be here in the morning, won't you?"
Severus made a move to get off the bed and Harry howled. "Don't leave me like
this! Please! I ache! I ache for you, Master!" Harry gabbled.
"You want me, Harry? You want me inside you, is that what you want? My cock
splitting you open until you feel you can't take it anymore. But you will take
it, won't you? You'll take all of me."
"Yes, sir. That's what I want. Please." Please don't send me away again, he
didn't say, but he knew the words were in his eyes if Severus cared enough to
look.
"Very well," said Severus as he waved his wand at himself and Harry was
suddenly staring at the naked form of his Master. Severus' whole body was
heavily scarred, as was Harry's own. His chest was quite hairy, but where there
were scars, hair no longer grew on those parts so it was an interesting pattern
of hair and baldness on his body. Severus' cock was a few inches longer than
Harry's own, but it seemed quite a bit thicker and Harry wondered if it would
even fit inside him.
"Will it hurt?" Harry asked, suddenly shy again.
Severus knelt astride him and caressed his cheek before kissing him softly.
"You've never bottomed before?"
Harry shook his head. "Um, no. I – um – I've never really done anything before.
With someone else, I mean."
"You're a virgin?"
Harry nodded, feeling embarrassment heat his cheeks once more. Damn his fair
complexion!
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Harry. I'm quite honoured that you want me to
be your first, but are you sure this is the way you want to go about it?"
"What do you mean?"
Severus waved his arms to encompass both of them. "The Master/pet, Dominant/
submissive thing."
"I'm sure," said Harry. "I want to give control to you."
"Do you have a safeword?"
"Ice Mice," said Harry, knowing it was one of the things he would be least
likely to cry out in the heat of passion.
Severus nodded and kissed him again before trailing little nibbles and kisses
down his chest and then back up to each nipple. Harry realised at once what
he'd been doing, marking those places where Seamus had once touched him and
Harry blinked back a few stray tears, awed that Severus had remembered.
Severus knelt up between Harry's legs. "Bend your knees, feet flat on the bed."
Harry obeyed at once, feeling very exposed lying like that. Severus could see
everything and Harry had the strongest urge to press his legs close together,
but he fought it. Severus summoned the jar that had been sitting on the bedside
table and it smacked into his hand. "I won't lie to you, Harry. It does hurt a
bit, especially the first time, but with the proper preparation, pain should be
minimal. There's no reason this shouldn't be enjoyable for both of us."
Severus unscrewed the lid of the jar and then dipped his fingers; they emerged
coated in a clear gel. "Have you ever done anything like this before? With
fingers or toys?"
Harry shook his head. When he'd been masturbating, he'd never even thought of
that part of him as a path to pleasure, for him it was always about his cock
and the sensations he could wring from it.
"I'll make sure to stretch you well, then," said Severus as he leaned over
Harry to kiss him, at the same time his slick fingers were caressing Harry's
inner thighs. It felt good, more than good and Harry's legs widened of their
own accord as Severus kept kissing him, kept stroking him. Harry struggled
against his restraints, but not to get away, just to feel them to know he was
tied.
It was strange, but being tied like this actually made him feel safe and more
in control than he would have felt otherwise. Harry relaxed, the bonds going
slack as Severus pressed his forefinger inside him. Severus swallowed Harry's
gasp in his mouth as Harry tensed a little at that first breach, but the longer
Severus fingered him, the better it began to feel. "All right?" Severus
whispered against his mouth.
Harry nodded and shifted his hips, to let Severus know he was ready for more.
Two fingers actually felt better than just one had and Harry wriggled, arching
towards them. Suddenly pleasure so intense washed over him and precome spurted
from his cock to land on his abdomen. "Ah!" Harry cried out, pulling his mouth
away from Severus. "Oh, God!" Harry moved his hips again to get that wonderful
sensation back again. "More!" he pleaded, writhing on those fingers.
"Good, eh?" Severus grinned as he pushed in another finger. Every second or
third stroke he managed to find that wonderful spot again and Harry was wailing
and thrashing about on the bed as Severus did his best to kill him with
ecstasy.
"In me! Inside me!" Harry gabbled, wanting to feel Severus' cock inside him
before he came.
"So eager, pet? I like that," Severus said as he removed his fingers. He tugged
a pillow down from the head of the bed and placed it under Harry's hips.
Harry gazed deep into Severus' dark eyes, knowing he wanted to remember this
moment forever. The fine sheen of sweat that covered both their bodies; the
flop of fringe that was sticking to Severus' forehead; the way he was gazing
with such desire at Harry as he coated himself with the lubricant. Severus
grabbed hold of Harry's hips and entered him in two quick thrusts. Harry cried
out at the unexpected pain, but there wasn't as much pain as he had feared. His
cock had wilted somewhat though, lying curled on his belly. His muscles tensed,
trying to repel the invader.
"Relax, Harry. It does get better, I promise."
Severus reached between them and began to coax Harry's cock back to life as he
thrust slowly in and out of Harry's body. The dual sensation of being filled
and having his cock stroked by a firm hand was something Harry had never
experienced before and it was making him feel tingly everywhere. He arched his
hips, wriggling a bit and then, oh, God, there! Severus found that spot again
and continued to stroke over it on every second or third thrust. Soon Severus'
thrusts were getting more and more erratic and he let go of Harry's cock to
grip his hips hard enough to bruise.
Harry could do little else but lie there, arching in his restraints as Severus
pounded into him as if there was no tomorrow. The bedsprings creaked with their
movements and Harry was writhing wildly beneath his Master, wanting to come so
badly, but knowing that without his cock being touched it would be difficult at
best. He drummed his heels on Severus' back, urging him without words to go
faster and faster.
"Harry!" Severus wailed, stiffening above him and bathing Harry's channel with
wet warmth as he reached his peak.
As Severus' orgasm faded, he leaned over and took the head of Harry's cock in
his mouth. Harry shrieked as he felt himself enveloped in the moist cavern of
Severus' mouth. No one had ever done this to him before and Harry knew it would
not take him long to come, but he didn't have permission to come.
"Please, sir! Let me! Let me!" He begged, trying to hold off as he felt the
tell-tale ache low down in his belly and his balls. Severus let his go of his
cock and scooted up the bed, pressing his thigh down on Harry's cock.
"Come for me, Harry. Come for me now!" Severus bared his teeth and bit down
hard on Harry's shoulder.
The extra stimulus was too much and Harry came in hot pulses, spurting over
Severus' thigh, his own thighs trembling at the force of his climax. "OHH! OHH!
I love you!" Harry shrieked as the orgasm seemed to go on and on. He was
floating somewhere near the ceiling. Harry hadn't realised he'd been crying
until Severus wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumb.
"It's all right, Harry. I've got you, I've got you," said Severus as he untied
the bonds and cradled Harry in his arms as Harry came down, snuggling into
Severus' chest.
"I don't want to go, Master," Harry whispered to Severus' chest.
"Who said anything about going? Do you think I'm going to let you go now that
I've found you? You're mine now, Harry. For as long as you want to be."
Harry raised his head. "So this wasn't just a one time thing?"
Severus kissed him softly. "No, Harry. It was never meant to be a one time
thing. I actually have a proposition for you."
Harry waggled his eyebrows. "You want me to be your sex-slave?"
Severus chuckled. "I thought you already were! No, it's more of a job offer. I
meant what I said earlier, I did have lesson plans to make up; for my
successor. I'm not returning to teach next term. I have purchased an apothecary
in Diagon Alley, but you know I am not very good with the public. I need
someone for front of house as it were, while I deal with the brewing."
"And you thought of me?"
"The Weasley twins mentioned something about you being very well versed in
retail. Is it something you would consider? There is a flat above the shop, but
we can buy somewhere bigger later on if we need to."
Harry gaped at him. "You want me to live with you? As your lover? And work in
your shop?"
"Is it too soon?"
Harry grinned and toppled his Master to the bed, although to be fair Severus
didn't seem to be making much effort to resist. Severus' hands settled on
Harry's waist and Harry felt the urge to purr like a kitten.
"How soon can we move in?" Harry asked as he leaned down to kiss him. "For I'm
ready now."
Severus playfully tapped Harry's quickening cock. "Insatiable brat."
"Your insatiable brat."
"Indeed. Forever?"
"Forever," Harry agreed.
 
THE END
End Notes
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     JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to
     Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner
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