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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Harry_Potter/Oliver_Wood
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Rimming, Dark, Chan
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-15 Words: 3060
****** Lily's Eyes ******
by tirakellci_aka_triceybabe
Summary
     From the very beginning Severus is pulled towards Harry
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Ron paused in stuffing his face. The youngest Weasley boy scooted closer to
Harry and bent his head towards him.
Harry turned towards his friend in askance, his eyebrows furrowing. "What,
Ron?" he asked when Ron didn't say anything.
"Snape is staring at you again," he answered, whispering. "I don't know why,
but I don't like it. It's giving me the creeps."
Harry's eyes flickered up to the head table, but he saw nothing to cause any
alarm, as Snape was currently sipping his soup. "You're mental. Why would he?"
Harry asked, absentmindedly rubbing his scar. "The Professor doesn't like me at
all."
Ron tilted his head as he studied his small friend. "Does it hurt?"
Harry shook his head. "No. Just itches. Has done since we left Potions
yesterday. I think I might have got some weird potion ingredient on it." After
finishing his dinner, he stood. "Do you think Madam Popsicle would have any
cortisone cream?"
Ron burst out laughing, attracting a few stares. "Harry, it's Pomphrey Pomfrey.
Not Popsicle!"
Harry blushed and stared at his shoes. "Well... there're a lot of names I have
to know! Not my fault I grew up with non-magic relatives!" he said defensively.
The red head stopped laughing at that. "Harry, I'm not laughing at you. Honest.
It was just funny. And non-magic people are called Muggles, here
"Oh," he murmured. The boy fidgeted in his seat. "There's just so much to
learn, I'm not sure I can keep up," he said honestly, scratching his scar once
more. "I didn't even know about the wizarding community till a about a month
ago."
Ron nodded sympathetically and rubbed the new wizard's shoulders. He didn't
know why he was doing it. It was just something his mother would've done to him
and his siblings when if they were feeling down.
Harry quirked a small smile, almost leaning into Ron's touch. He couldn't
remember the last time when he was touched with such kindness. Hell, he
couldn't remember a time he had ever been touched, except in a 'grab'
situation.
"What's a cor... courtney cream?" Ron stuttered. "Does it taste good?"
Harry giggled. "No, Ron! It's an itch cream that Muggles use to stop itching.
It's medicine."
"Oh! We have potions for that type of thing. Mum made me some before I left for
the train. I have it in my trunk." He stood and wrapped a slice of cake in a
napkin. "Let's go. I'll let you use it." He put an arm around Harry's shoulders
and led him out.
As the two left, laughing, dark eyes followed their exit. Severus Snape took a
sip of his tea, idly drumming his long fingers against the table. Eyes
narrowed, he took in the familiarity of the quick friends.
A strange feeling rose up in him, taking him by surprise. It was almost like a
punch to the gut. Jealousy. Pure, unbridled, jealousy. It made his hand clench
tightly and his heart quicken with anger.
Severus stood quickly, startling some of the first years. With a swirl of his
robes, he stalked out, heading straight to his quarters.
 
Going to his whiskey cabinet, he poured himself a full glass of whiskey and
then strolled to his study.
"Lumos!" he cast. The room brightened as he sat down. Setting his glass on the
table, he pulled out the rest of the summer assignments to grade.
As he dipped his quill into the inkwell, his eyes fell onto the Muggle
photograph of Lily Potter. With the feathered end of his quill, he traced her
facial features.
"He has your eyes," he whispered to the still photo. "And bone structure. He's
small for his age. I doubt those relatives of yours treated him right. He's
perfect, Lily. Just perfect. Pale, like you. Small hands, like yours. Hmm... I
wonder what else is small on him, Lily. Will he have a small cock to fit that
small body, I wonder?"
Severus took a big gulp of his whiskey. Moaning, he sat back, stretching his
long legs under the desk and shrugged off his robe, letting it fall to the
bottom of the chair. He unbuttoned his trousers and fished his needy flesh out.
"Lily, I've seen the over-large clothing those ridiculous Muggles dressed him
in. Too big clothes. They hide everything. Such a shame. I would've liked to
see your son's small, pert, arse through his trousers." He took another gulp of
his whiskey, loving the warmth that spread through his body.
His cock was at full mast. Groaning, he stroked himself with a firm grip. He
picked up Lily's photo with his other hand as he continued to pleasure himself.
His dark eyes drank in her features hungrily.
As he got closer, the photo fell from his nerveless hand. Eyes closing, his
head fell back. He stroked himself faster, his precome serving to lube his
pistoning hand. "Oh..." he moaned. "Oh Merlin... fuck!"
"Harry!" he groaned as his body tensed up like a violin string. He came, his
release erupting from him.
When Severus finally stopped shaking, he picked the photo frame up from the
floor in his come-covered hand and placed it back on the desk. The glass frame
was decorated with come, her face almost completely covered.
"Oh yes, Lily," he murmured, rubbing the come onto the frame. "He will be mine.
Mine."
*
 
Harry laughed as Seamus, the Irish boy he had finally befriended, jumped on his
bed.
"Stop it, Seamus! What if Professor McGonagall comes in and sees you?" Harry
asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as Seamus continued
jumping.
"I dare say that she will join me. Merlin knows that the professor is uptight,
she would do with a few jumps in the sack!"
Harry blushed, although he really didn't know why he was doing so. To cover his
embarrassment, he stood up and stretched, his too small night shirt riding up
exposing his smooth belly.
The Irish boy slowed to a stop and plopped down on his butt, bouncing a bit
before settling. "Blimey, Harry! What are those scratches on your stomach?"
Harry shrugged, bending over to pull his trunk from underneath his bed. "Aunt
Marge's dog likes me a little too much. The dog has sharp claws," he said
abruptly in a tone that said, 'Drop it.'
Since it was his first weekend at Hogwarts, Harry decided to go comfortable,
choosing a pair of trousers and a large t-shirt, all hand-me-downs from Dudley.
The Irish boy let it go, lying down on his stomach, getting comfortable.
Harry grinned, shaking his head in amusement. "That's my bed, you know."
Seamus grinned mischievously. "I know." He grabbed the pillow and pulled it
under his chin. "Hey I know! Let's go watch the upper years practice Quidditch.
I hear Oliver Wood is now captain. I hear he was the best player last year."
"What's Quidditch?" Harry asked, voice muffled by the shirt he was taking off
and replacing with the much larger one.
Seamus didn't bat an eye at the question. Having befriended most of the Muggle-
borns in Gryffindor, he didn't find anything strange about it. "Only the
greatest game in the history of games!" he enthused sitting up.
Seamus dragged Harry out of bed and out of the castle. Soon they were making
their way across the Quidditch pitch as the older students zoomed rapidly on
their brooms above them. They sat down on the stands.
"He's bloody fantastic, isn't he?" Seamus commented, admiration alight in his
eyes.
Harry shielded his eyes against the rays of the sun. "Who?"
"Him, of course! Oliver Wood!" Seamus exclaimed gesturing wildly. "Only the
best player on the Gryffindor team, mate."
Harry's mouth made an "o" as he watched the handsome captain fly around giving
orders.
*
 
Harry hurried through the halls. In his panic, he had become lost. Why the
founders had made such a huge castle, he'd never know. One corridor looked like
another corridor. He couldn't even find the stairs. Finally, panting heavily
from his run, he glanced up, groaning. He had passed by that portrait four
times! Leaning against the wall, he slid to the ground, head between his knees.
Dark eyes followed the boy running past, dropping only to lift once more as the
sight of the boy's arse remained hidden. Doing his nightly rounds, he had
stopped in one of the many dark corners, ready to see which little troublemaker
was running about after curfew and losing their House points. He had recognized
the Potter boy immediately and stepped from the shadows as the small figure
seemed to collapse in on itself against the wall.
"Well well, Mr. Potter. Taking a midnight stroll are we?" he drawled, flicking
his wand out and murmuring Lumos. Severus walked forward until the lit end of
the stick was hovering a few inches from the boy's head.
Harry tensed, his head snapping up, though he really didn't have to see who it
was. Out of all of his teachers, Harry couldn't forget his name, if he tried.
"Pro... Professor Sn... Snape!" he gasped out. He scrambled to his feet,
pressing back against the wall. "I was... I was... I..."
"You were what?" he asked, enunciating each word as he leaned in enough to
press his left hand against the wall just next to Harry's head.
Eyes wide, Harry looked up, almost straining his neck in the process. "I'm
lost, Professor," he murmured softly, his heart pounding as he tried to get out
of this situation. Harry was never much for lying. "I was leaving the
Restricted Section-!" He quickly covered his mouth, gasping.
Severus' sneer grew as the boy's stumbling words filled the otherwise quiet
night. "Whatever shall the Wizarding World do with such a bumbling fool for our
saviou?" His tone was harsh and he knew it, but just watching the fear flicker
in those bright green eyes made him glad his robes were not close fitting. He
abruptly pushed away from the wall, grabbing one of the boy's arms. "Come with
me, Mr. Potter. We will see what we can do about those wandering feet of
yours."
Harry stumbled after him. "Can't you just take points and give me detention,
Professor?" he asked, trying to yank his arm from the man's strong grip. Snape
was hurting him, but Harry thought he'd be damned before he would admit to it
and gritted his teeth against the pain.
Snape looked back at the boy before stopping in his tracks, thankful for the
barer section of the hallway. Only a few portraits lined the walls, and all of
those higher were up and sound asleep. He gave Harry's arm a quick jerk forcing
the boy to press against his chest. Leaning down, he met the green gaze with
his own black one, a dangerously pleased look on his face. "I will cure you of
those wandering feet, Mr. Potter. After tonight never again will Filch, myself,
or anyone find you out of the dormitories after curfew." Immediately he stepped
away, once more pulling the boy behind him as he headed back to his dungeons.
"But I-!" It was no use. Harry didn't want to tell Snape what had happened, and
even if he did, Snape wouldn't believe him. Harry had to run to keep up with
the professor, who seemed intent on escorting him to their destination. He bit
his bottom lip apprehensively as the dungeons came into view. "Professor...?"
"Don't say a word, Potter," Severus warned, nearly pushing the boy into his
quarters.
The resounding slam had Harry trembling slightly in trepidation. He grasped the
door handle, trying to yank the door open so that he could escape.
"Going somewhere, Potter?" Snape asked silkily, as he came up behind the
panicking child.
Harry gasped as he was spun around, his back hitting the door painfully, and he
cried out. "Please, Professor. I won't do it again!" he promised.
"Oh, I'm sure you won't, Mister Potter," Snape growled, leaning his hand
against the door and trapping Harry. With his other hand, he tilted Harry's
face upwards, to stare down into his eyes.
"Lily's eyes..." he whispered almost reverently, soothing a callused thumb over
the boy's lips.
Harry's eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Professor?"
Snapping to, Severus grasped Harry's wrist painfully tight, dragging the
reluctant boy another room.
"Lumos!" he snapped.
They were in Snape's bedchamber. It was exactly how Harry would have pictured
it to be. Even with the magical glow, the room was dark, with sharp corners A
huge, unforgiving bed covered in black linen stood in the middle of the room.
"Please," Harry begged, visibly trembling.
Severus pressed up behind the boy's slight frame, his half hard cock rubbing
against Harry's lower back as he towered over him. "Scared, Potter?"
Harry didn't reply as he stared wide-eyed at the imposing bed.
Smirking, Severus gave him a shove, sending him stumbling towards the bed. "Lay
down," he commanded.
Harry shut his eyes and shook his head.
"Potter," Severus growled. "Don't make me repeat myself."
Harry crawled onto the bed and laid back. He closed his eyes as his breathing
became more laboured in his fear.
"Good boy," Snape purred, sitting next to him.
Harry flinched as he felt long fingers plucking his school shirt buttons open
one by one.
As the boy's naked chest was slowly revealed, Severus could feel his anger
slowly mounting with each inch. "Who touched you?"
Harry's eyes flew open in shock. "What?!"
"Who touched you?" he growled out as yet another mark marred the pale skin.
"Answer the question, boy."
Harry jumped, startled. "It, it, it was Wood, sir!" he stammered out, blushing
brightly.
Severus traced one bite mark and then another with the tip of his finger,
scraping his long nail across it. "I'll kill him," he growled, almost to
himself. "Did he touch you anywhere else?"
Harry frantically shook his head. "No sir! I kicked him and ran away."
"Which was why I found you wandering about. Stupid boy, why didn't you scream?
Someone would have heard you."
"I know..." Harry said softly.
Severus shook his head, even as he continued disrobing the boy, yanking his
trousers and pants off all in one go. "And why aren't you screaming now,
Potter?"
"I don't know, sir!" he gasped as the cold air of the chamber kissed his skin.
"I don't know!"
"Look at me, Potter! I want to see Lily's eyes as I suck her son's deliciously
small cock and tongue his arse. Look at me!"
Harry's hands flew to his mouth to stifle his voice as Snape proceeded to glide
his tongue along the length of his cock. "Professor!" he gasped out, muffled
behind his hands.
Severus chuckled darkly. "What's the matter, Potter? Cat got your tongue?" He
took the small head into his mouth, suckling it as a child would a lollipop.
Harry shuddered, twitching uncontrollably. "You can't!" he cried out, bucking
his hips madly.
Amusement danced in his eyes as he watched Lily's eyes rolling back. "Oh, but I
disagree, Potter. I can... and I will!"
Severus draped the boy's knobbly legs over his shoulders. With his thumbs, he
spread Harry's arse cheeks apart, and leaned down, inhaling the boy's sweet,
sweaty aroma. He nuzzled his big nose along Harry's crack, blanketing himself
in the sweet scent.
He lapped at the musky crack with long, eager licks. Humming in is throat, his
tongue circled the tight, twitching entrance.
"Professor!" Harry's muffled gasp continued. "Don't!"
Severus eyes flicked upward, and he was rewarded by the stunning green eyes
meeting his. "Yes, yes... that's it, boy. Show me everything." With his thumbs,
he spread the boy open. Spearing his tongue, he shoved it into the partially
opened hole.
"Oh!" Harry yelled, his hands falling to his sides as he bucked his hips
wildly.
Severus licked all around, digging in as deep as he dared before retreating,
only to shove back in once more. Slowly, he fucked the boy's rosebud with his
tongue, taking delight in the sounds escaping his partner's mouth.
Severus took hold of Harry's cock, jerking it.
Harry shuddered violently as his entire body grew taut in mid buck. His seed
spilled over Snape's hand like molten lava.
Severus sat up and licked the boy's come from his hand. "Mmm, Potter, not bad,"
he complimented, finishing off his little treat almost gleefully. "Not bad at
all. Now it's my turn."
With that, he roughly flipped Harry onto his stomach and pulled him to his
knees.
Severus lightly tapped his cock with his wand and whispered a spell."
Immediately his cock became slick with lube.
Harry grew frantic. "Professor, don't! It'll hurt!" he cried, sniffling.
"Potter... there will be a time where you will beg me to hurt you, to humiliate
you, to use you... but today is not that day," he growled, thrusting his slick
cock between the taut thighs.
"Oh yessss...." he hissed as he rocked his hips back and forth. As he moved
forward, his cock would caress Harry's. "I knew you would be good. Didn't
expect any less from Lily's son. Squeeze me, Potter. Show me how tight you will
be when I finally fuck you. Show me!" He punctuated the command with a slap to
the boy's rump.
Harry bucked his hips back and squeezed his thighs even tighter around the
professor's cock. "Like... Like that?" he asked, uncertain, as he continued to
meet thrust for thrust.
"Just like that..." Severus whispered, sinking his right thumb into Harry's
arse. "You're so good, boy. And you're mine. Remember that. You. Are. Mine."
Severus threw back his head, biting his tongue to keep from yelling, as he
came. He coated the boy's cock with his come, before sliding away.
Harry collapsed on his side, panting. He had an adorable, bewildered look on
his face that begged kissing, but Severus refrained from such inane activities.
"Let me see your eyes, boy," Severus said, tilting the boy's chin up.
They were still the same, yet they weren't. Severus had a sneaking suspicion
that it wasn't the boy that had change but himself.
Upon his return, he threw the towel at Harry, smirking as, instead of catching
it, it landed on the boy's head.
Severus took the towel from his head. "Never mind. I'll do it."
End Notes
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