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Ariel & Gobuss
| Chapter 26 - "The Warning" |
Beta Reader: Leviosahex
Thank you girls!
26. The Warning
Here by my side, an angel
Here by my side, the devil
Here by my side, it's heaven
Here by my side, you are, destruction*
When Harry woke up on Thursday morning, the first thing he felt was a strong, stabbing pain in his sore anus. Clenching his teeth, he dragged himself to the bathroom and took a quick shower, cursing Snape and his 'teaching methods' under his breath. He didn't want to think about it because he was still angry. The fact that Severus had mollified him a little yesterday didn't mean that he was going to forgive him so easily. Especially considering, that instead of spending the weekend training for the upcoming match, Harry had to clean toilets. Even McGonagall wouldn't be nasty enough to assign him such a horrible detention! As he thought about it, he felt his anger increase. He couldn't be angry now though, because he wanted to finally reconcile with Ron and Hermione.
Where was Ron anyway?
Harry walked out of the bathroom and looked around the dormitory. Neville was looking for something under his bed.
"Hey, Neville. Has Ron gone to breakfast?"
"Mhm," the boy muttered, holding himself up a little on his elbows. "Have you seen my rememberall? I don't remember where I left it."
"Sorry, I haven’t seen it," Harry said. "I'm going to breakfast," he informed the other boy, then took his books and went out into the corridor.
So that's it! Ron couldn't even wait for him so they could go together! What was happening to him?! They needed to have a serious talk. Enough was enough!
Halfway to the Great Hall, Harry met up with Luna. She was looking for something behind a statue of an old, nameless witch.
"Hey," he greeted as he came closer. He noticed that she wore completely different shoes - a boot decorated with yellow flowers and a pink shoe studded with... Harry stared... with what looked like nails. The Ravenclaw apparently understood what Harry was looking at, as she smiled and said:
"Oh, it's nothing. It’s just that my stuff was hidden somewhere again, and I can't find any of it."
"Do you want me to help you look for it?" Harry asked.
"No, I don't want to take up your time. You have so many things on your mind," she smiled at him sweetly, and Harry felt a sudden pang of regret that he had used her before, and that because of him, she had almost died.
"Maybe at the next Hogsmeade weekend we could go for a Butterbeer together?" he asked. He didn't know why he'd asked her, he just suddenly felt he should thank her in some way for all her help.
"I've heard that Butterbeer is made of Whiskered Nifflers' blood and that you can become addicted. Apparently, it dulls the senses and when you drink too much of it, you can behave a little... you know... weird," Luna responded.
Harry looked at her with his mouth open. So maybe Luna drank Butterbeer all the time... Or maybe it was the opposite. Maybe if she drank Butterbeer, she would start to behave... normally?
However, he refrained from commenting
"So, you don't want to go with me... " he began.
"Oh, no," the Ravenclaw interrupted him, "It would be my pleasure to go with you. I would love to try this... " she leaned over to him and whispered conspiratorially: "...weird behavior."
Harry had difficulty keeping a straight face.
"That’s... great," he choked finally. "I'm going to breakfast now, and it is already late. I need to... "
"I'll go with you. I have searched almost everywhere already. In the end my stuff will turn up." She gave him a radiant smile and began to hop toward the Great Hall. Her shoe studded with nails made quite a clattering sound every time it hit the stone floor.
In the Great Hall there was the usual noise. Harry narrowed his eyes when he saw a dark silhouette at the teacher's table. When Severus lifted his head and looked at him, Harry immediately looked away and snorted under his breath. A wave of heat flowed through his body, but he wasn't sure if it was because of anger, grief, or... memories.
"Did you two have a fight about something?" Luna asked immediately, closely observing the Gryffindor and then moving her eyes to the man sitting at the teacher's table at the other end of the Great Hall, who turned his head away too.
"No!" Harry quickly denied. Damn, Luna sometimes was way too observant!
"Because you know... If you need help, you can always count on me. I'll go to him and tell him how much your wounded heart bleeds."
"No!" Harry almost shouted. The worst part was that she really would do it. "Everything's fine, really! If I want... I'll tell him myself. Don't worry," he tried to smile.
"It's also possible to send Caucasian Teethers on him, but it will not..."
"No, Luna," Harry interrupted her. "No, I really don't need any help. I can handle it by myself."
"All right. But you know where to find me if you change your mind," she waved goodbye and headed for the Ravenclaw table.
As Harry walked toward his own table, he glanced once more at Snape who was sitting at the far end of the Great Hall.
Hmm... Would he ever be able to tell him somehting like that? He doubted it. Anyway, he didn't even want to talk to him at the moment. He wanted to punish him somehow, but he didn't know how. This time Snape couldn't get away with what he had done just like that! It was nasty, vile...
He gritted his teeth. No, he would think about it again later. Now he had other things on his mind...
Ron and Hermione were sitting opposite each other. Harry walked to the girl, who was at his side of the table, and sat down next to her. He grimaced, of course, when his buttocks came into contact with the hard bench. He cursed Snape again, just to improve his mood a little, and then went into action.
"Hey," he tried.
They both murmured something, trying not to look at him. Actually - Harry noticed - they tried not to look at each other either. At least Ron tried to ignore both Hermione and Harry, and could only stare at his sausages.
Harry moved his plate closer and put some sausages on it. A hostile tension was hanging in the air, and it made all the hair stand up on his body.
"Could you pass me the ketchup?" he asked Hermione, who automatically reached out and put the bottle right under his nose without even looking.
Well, if she was going to behave like this all the time, it made no sense to try anything at all!
"If I'm so disgusting to you that you can't even look at me, I'd better go!" he burst out, jumping up from his seat. "I didn't expect something like this from you, Hermione."
Harry saw Hermione blush violently, and thought he'd managed to hit a nerve.
As he turned to leave he felt her grip his arm.
"Sorry, Harry," she said quietly, lifting her head and looking at him with a mixture of shame and embarrassment. "I just... " for a moment she looked as if she was looking for the right words. "I didn't expect that you... "
"...have a cock," Harry finished for her inwardly and almost snorted, remembering Severus' words.
He was right.
He sat down again. Hermione let go of his arm and stared at the table. He'd never seen her so embarrassed. He glanced at Ron, who was looking at them both, frowning, as if he expected them to throw themselves at each other and start snogging right at the table if he turned away even for a second
Harry sighed deeply. This was going to be difficult...
"We have to make some things clear, Hermione," he turned to his friend. "I didn't do what it is you probably suspect me of. I am a boy, and sometimes things like that happen, at any time of day, and there's nothing we can do. You shouldn't blame me or insult me just because I can't control it!" He looked at the redhead sitting opposite him, "Ron, I don't know why you think Hermione and I are having a romantic relationship.." after these words Hermione sharply lifted her head and looked at Ron with surprise. "…but I want to assure you that that is complete nonsense. Hermione noticed... my… indisposition in class, and ever since she's been avoiding me like the plague. You immediately jumped to the conclusion that we are hiding a relationship from you," Ron began to mumble something under his breath to defend himself. "I want to assure you, however, that neither I or Hermione... "
"RONALD WEASLEY!" Hermione's loud scream pierced the buzz reigning in the Great Hall. "HOW COULD YOU THINK I HAVE A ROMANIC RELATIONSHIP WITH HARRY?!" she jumped up and stared at Ron with anger clear in her eyes. Everyone stopped eating and talking, and looked at them in stunned silence. "It's unbelievable! It's... it's ... the stupidest thing that has ever come into your head, and that is saying something!" Hermione pointed her finger at Ron and her hair was tousled - she looked like a harbinger of a storm. Harry looked around and groaned. Everyone was looking at them. Even the teachers.
"No, it's not like that, Hermione!" Ron tried to say, but he was doomed to fail from the start. His ears were almost glowing red. "I just... you have been behaving so strangely recently, so I thought... "
"YOU THOUGHT?" the Gryffindor roared. "You didn’t think, you just came up with some silly conclusions based on your stupid assumptions! As if you don't know us! As if you don't know that I... " she broke off suddenly, blushing.
Harry decided to try smooth things over. "Stop it! I don’t want you to quarrel because of me. It’s all just been a misunderstanding. There’s no point in discussing it. It would be best if we forgot about the whole thing."
Hermione was staring at Ron like an angry cat. She was behaving as though there wasn't anyone else in the Great Hall, as though she had forgotten where she was. Harry could already hear the first giggles.
"Sit down, Hermione," he said softly to his friend. "Ron is sorry that he thought such a thing. Right, Ron?"
The redhead nodded and looked at his forgotten, abandoned sausages.
The laughter began to increase.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. Did he always have to be part of such performances?
Hermione shook herself and looked around the room. A great blush instantly rose on her cheeks. She sat down abruptly and tried to hide her face behind her bush of auburn hair.
Ron raised his head for a moment. His ears looked as if they were about to evaporate. Harry looked at them both, wondering what to do now.
"I think this is the first time you have ever lost control like that, Hermione," he said, grinning.
"Yeah... " Ron muttered shyly, glancing at the girl. "Well, at least you didn't start throwing sausages at me... "
Hermione looked at him, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
"That would not have achieved anything. You probably would have caught and eaten all of them... "
They didn't know who was first to burst into laughter, but right away the trio were giggling, and their laughter mingled with the normal buzz slowly returning to the Great Hall.
Harry decided to ignore Snape for now. It was difficult, because on Friday he had classes with him, but he tried to behave as if nothing had happened. He wasn't going to be offended like a teenager with a "bleeding heart"! He wouldn't give him the satisfaction. And besides, if Snape could see that Harry was sulking, he would immediately have him come to his chambers so he could "knock the sulking out of his head". And Harry didn't want to see Snape. He was really angry and hurt because of what he'd done. It wasn't right, and Harry was not willing to forget the humiliation so easily.
During the lesson, he concentrated on his potion, and somehow endured the taunts which Snape threw at the Gryffindors. He tried to ignore the long glances from Snape, glances that appeared to be assessing him, and trying to read his thoughts.
However, he contined to send "Good night, Severus," every night, as he had done ever since he'd recieved the green stone from him, but the whole time he was waiting for an opportunity to take revenge...
Saturday arrived, and Harry knew that he had to start cleaning bathrooms today. He woke up early in the morning so he could practise Quidditch a little before the entire day was wasted. However, he had serious problems sitting on a broom, and it took a lot of time and effort for him to finally catch the snitch. He didn't know why, but as soon as his fingers curled around the golden ball, he wanted to crush it.
After training, he took a shower and went to lunch. Snape didn't come for the meal, for which Harry felt immense gratitude. He was tired, and ahead of him was the struggle with neglected smelly toilets. It wasn't the best time to see the one who had sentenced him to such a "nice" afternoon.
Ron and Hermione were looking at him with sympathy when he left the Great Hall, and Ginny smiled at him radiantly. Cursing under his breath, he shuffled toward the cupboard for detergent.
Harry straightened his aching back and sighed deeply. He already felt exhausted and this was just the beginning. He had just finished scrubbing the third bathroom. It was hard, physical work because he couldn't use magic. Not because he was being watched - he was alone the whole time - but because scrubbing anything at school was meant to be a real punishment. Filch was too busy to watch every student sentenced to the detention, so the tools had been enchanted by the teachers in such a way that the alarm went off if someone tried to use magic in their vicinity, and it was only with these that a punishment could be completed.
The bathrooms were horribly neglected. The tiles were dirty, the faucets were tarnished, and the toilets were best not be mentioned at all. Several times Harry threw the rag at the mirror or wall, with a scream of helpless rage at Snape. He didn't know what punishment was worse - cleaning bathrooms, or kneeling for an hour with bound hands and protruding buttocks. He only knew that the nasty bastard was always able to find a way to turn his life into hell. He tried not to remember that he also regularly turned his life into heaven.
At the moment, Harry was angry, and nothing could change that! He wouldn't forgive him easily! Not this time!
Harry took the buckets, brushes and rags, and went in search of the next bathroom. Everything was hurting. He was sick of toilets, but he'd sooner pass out from exhaustion than ask Snape for the withdrawal of his detention.
"Harry!" the girlish voice echoed in the empty hall. Harry turned and saw Ginny waving at him. She ran to him and smiled broadly. "I have been looking for you everywhere. Ron told me Snape gave you detention. Ugly thing," she looked at the tools Harry was holding. "Look, I haven’t thanked you yet for what you did for me. I would like to somehow return the favor, so I thought maybe you might need some help." She smiled gently, taking Harry's broom before he had time to protest. "Together it will be more fun, and we'll do it more quickly. Especially since that girls' bathroom is waiting for you," she pointed to the door nearby. "And you can't even imagine how neglected it is."
"Uh... " Harry finally managed to stammer. "That’s very nice of you... "
"Maybe we'll be finished before dinner," Ginny laughed and walked toward the designated area. Harry shuffled after her, grateful for her willingness, and yet feeling a strange anxiety which he couldn't explain.
"...so I asked for Fred and George's assistance, they sent me their latest product and I slipped some of it in Ron's dinner. It's pity you didn't see it, Harry!" Ginny giggled, wiping the dirty mirror. "Just try to imagine the look on his face when small spiders started to come out of his stew, and jump on him. I thought he would rip his throat from screaming. It is a pity that you weren't there. He finally got what he deserves."
Oh, Harry could imagine Ron's face very well, he laughed so hard that he struggled to breathe. Cleaning bathrooms with Ginny was great. Everything seemed to him much lighter and simpler.
"Will you stop?!" a high, girlish scream echoed around the room, making both of them shiver.
"Oops," Ginny covered her mouth with her hand, suppressing a giggle. "I think we finally woke her up."
The pale, translucent ghost appeared from the toilet at the end of the bathroom and hung over their heads.
"You can't even cry in peace and solitude without a band of noisy, screaming fools disturbing your contemplation!" Myrtle shouted, clenching her fists, tensing like a kitten.
Harry hid a smile and tried to give his voice an apologetic note:
"We didn't want to wake you, Myrtle. We were just leaving and you can continue to... contemplate... " he heard Ginny's suppressed snort, "...what you've been contemplating so far," he smiled reassuringly. Myrtle's face softened.
"Oh, it's you, Harry. I didn't recognize you," her face was "revived" in a gentle, embarrassed grimace. She flew closer and began to run her hair through her fingers. "I am glad that you visited me, but why did it take you so long?"
"Oh, I was... busy," he replied evasively, glancing at Ginny, who all this time was trying to muffle her laughter by pressing her hand to her mouth.
"Oh, yeah?" Myrtle's eyes widened angrily. "Right, who cares about poor, Moaning Myrtle? Who cares about my bleeding heart?"
"But you don't have a heart, Myrtle," Harry remarked before he bit his tongue.
"So that means that you can hurt me? That you can treat me like I’m nothing, because I have no heart and can’t feel anything?"
Harry rolled his eyes. The spirit calmed down and looked at him with eyes full of tears.
"I thought you understood me, Harry, that you were my friend... " she moved closer, staring at him from under her lashes. "…that I meant something to you... "
Harry glanced at Ginny, silently begging her for help.
"I'm sorry, Myrtle," Ginny stood between her and Harry and threw her arms around his neck, "but Harry belongs to me. He's my boyfriend and I will not allow you to attach yourself to him. Find yourself a new subject for your longings."
Myrtle opened her eyes wide and looked at Harry in astonishment, which quickly turned into despair.
"How could you?" she groaned. "I've been waiting for you for so long. Just for you... "
"Wait for someone else," Ginny said, kissing Harry on the cheek and looking defiantly at the ghost.
Myrtle burst into tears and, lamenting loudly, plunged down the toilet, from which the sounds of sobbing could be heard.
"Thanks," Harry muttered, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable with Ginny's arms around him.
"You're welcome," the Gryffindor said, letting go of him and smiling broadly. "Maybe she will finally leave you alone and look for someone else to torment. But let's finish this quickly, just in case she comes back," she winked and started wiping taps. Harry joined her and soon the bathroom was shining.
Tired, but satisfied, they went to the next bathroom, talking, laughing and clinking buckets.
They were so caught up with the work and each other's company, that they didn't even realize they'd missed dinner.
"...I swear, if Ron tries to follow me again... " Ginny said, cleaning the walls,"...I'll throw myself...” she stopped suddenly, seeing that the boy was standing idly, holding his hand in his pocket. “What is it, Harry?"
"N-nothing," Harry muttered, clenching his hand on the hot stone. "I just... have to use the toilet."
He went to the nearest cubicle and took out the green, glowing jewel from his pocket. He brought it to his eyes and read the message:
In ten minutes, my office, Potter.
Harry stared at the stone for a moment feeling the frustration that had been tormenting him recently turn into a sweet desire for revenge.
Ha! As if! After what Snape had done, after what he'd made him do, he thought Harry was going to go to him just because he had ordered him to?
He clenched the jewel in hand and sent a message:
I'm sorry but I can't come. I'm serving the detention you assigned me. Cleaning bathrooms is very long and arduous work, I suspect that it will take me the next few days, maybe even longer.
He smiled, pleased with himself. He felt a great satisfaction that warmed him, and made him want to laugh.
He got it!
He waited for a while, expecting an answer, but none came, so he put the jewel back in his pocket, came out of the cubicle, and went back to cleaning.
Myrtle slipped her head from the toilet, and looked around the bathroom.
They were gone...
She flew out and stopped near the window, looking at the blue sky where the first early stars were beginning to appear. She felt so alone. Harry had turned out to be just another jerk. He had never cared for her. How could she have thought otherwise? How could she have expected him to fall in love with someone like her?
She didn't even noticed when she began to wail.
She would stay like this forever with those nasty tails and awful glasses. She would always be ‘Moaning Myrtle’ and no one would ever love her...
As she sobbed heartbreakingly, she heard the bathroom door crack and the sound of footsteps.
They had come back. To torment her again, to laugh at her!
"Get out of here!" she shouted in the direction of a dark figure that stood in the middle of the room, looking around. "I've had enough of you! I can't even spend some time alone to suffer in silence!"
The figure released a quiet snort, and then turned to leave.
"Yeah, make fun of me! Here you go! Laugh if you want! Just as Harry and the red monkey who took him from me!"
Figure in black turned back abruptly.
"Potter was here with someone?" the voice was sharp, unpleasant. Almost glacial. But Myrtle didn't notice. She only knew that it was someone who seemed interested in her problems. Someone who she could complain to.
"They have been annoying me all day. Laughing all the time. As if they had a reason!" she groaned, pouring tears. "And I just wanted to be alone with my pain. But they wouldn’t let me. Who could care about me? And when it turned out that it was Harry... that he had come to visit me, for one brief moment I thought that he cared for me... but NO!" she shouted so loud that the mirror rattled. "He chose that redheaded slut! He chose her and not me!" she burst into tears and it took some time to calm down. "What does he see in her? That nasty bitch! She forbade me to approach him! She said that he belongs to her! That she is his girlfriend," Myrtle almost spat out the last word. "She hugged him and kissed him in front of my poor, miserable eyes, and didn't care that my wretched heart was torn to pieces. I knew it! Nobody is interested in my feelings. Absolutely no one! If I wasn't already dead, I would certainly commit suicide! But, surely, no one would care even then... Who cares about poor Moaning Myrtle?" she finished, sobbing quietly.
When she looked around the room, it was empty. Only the door shook on its hinges, as if someone had slammed it with such force that nearly tore it from them.
Strange... She was sure someone had just been here.
Oh, not good... Not only was she dead and no one was interested in her, things were starting to mess up in her head. Oh, what a disaster, if only she couldn kill herself... could free herself from this heartless world forever.
She buried her face in her hands and began to wail again.
"How many have we got left?" Ginny asked, dragging and stretching. Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was dirty and smelled of mold, disinfectants and sweat.
"Just two bathrooms on the third floor. Oh, and one next to the Great Hall."
"We can't do it today. We'll have to finish tomorrow. I think we have already missed dinner."
Harry threw the brush into the bucket and sighed heavily.
"Thank you for your help. Without you, I'd still be in that bathroom with Myrtle and her advances."
"I don't know who is worse: Moaning Myrtle or The Bloody Baron."
Harry's eyes widened.
"The Bloody Baron? Is he... ?"
The Gryffindor began to laugh.
"Yes, he has made me some very interesting, ambiguous proposals."
When Harry tried to imagine the Bloody Baron with Ginny, his mind violently protested. It was so absurd that he could do nothing but burst out laughing.
"But I'm glad that... " her smile froze on her lips. The bathroom door opened with a loud bang. Frightened, Harry jumped up and looked around. His smile turned into an expression of horror, and his breath hitched.
Snape stood in the doorway. And from the expression on his face Harry knew he was in serious trouble. Suddenly he became very cold.
"Weasley," Snape barked in the direction of the frightened Ginny, his voice like a sharp, steel blade. "I don't recall assigning you to Potter's detention. Get out immediately, or you'll get detentions for the rest of the year if you like cleaning so much.”
Ginny, pale as a chalk, nodded and ran from the bathroom, throwing Harry an apologetic and compassionate look as she went.
Oh, Harry knew that he would need compassion now...
When the door closed behind her, he opened his mouth to explain, but didn't manage to. Snape was already so close to him and the Gryffindor felt a sudden jerk. His back struck against the wall with such force that for a few moments he lost his breath.
Snape's face was burning with rage as he leaned over Harry and hissed, with a voice dripping with venom:
"Since when is this Weasley your girlfriend, Potter?!"
"What?" Harry blinked, not understanding.
"Don't pretend you don't know what I mean! Since when do you "belong only to her"? Since when do you let her kiss you?" Severus' voice whipped him, and his hands were pressed painfully to the wall.
"It's not like that," he groaned when understanding suddenly struck him. "Aaa!" he cried when the man pulled him away from the wall and roughly pushed him back again, making Harry's elbow and head hit the hard tiles. When he tried to shake off the daze, purple spots were dancing before his eyes. "Stop it! It was only a game! Myrtle was bothering me and she wanted to... Stop it!" he cried again when the man's fingers dug painfully into his shoulder, gripping him like a vise.
Severus looked like he had totally lost control, as if he were on the verge of exploding.
"That hurts!" Harry yelled, but the icy, dark eyes only narrowed in response. "She doesn't interest me! She offered to help me!" he shouted through gritted teeth as he tried to pull free.
"And you just had to agree!" Snape's voice cut through the air, and his fingers dug deeper into Harry's shoulders. "Tell me how much fun you had with her!"
"She wanted to help me, and I was tired," Harry moaned when another jolt hit him against the wall with such force that he felt his internal organs being shifted. "We were cleaning, that's all. We put on a show in front of Myrtle to make her leave me alone," he was able to focus on Severus' eyes, darkened, and burning with rage. The man seemed to be ready to tear him to pieces, his hands dug into his body like claws. "I'm just yours, Severus," Harry groaned, feeling dizzy. "I will always be only yours. Nobody else interests me. I swear. I belong only to you!"
He thought it had worked, because the fingers relaxed a little, and the blazing fire in the dark eyes dimmed slightly. Harry realized that he was trembling. He felt an indescribable fire in his loins, one which hadn't been there before.
"I will give you one last warning, Potter. If you ever let Weasley came close to you... if you let her touch you again, I will cause you such pain that you will never forget it."
Harry's cock jerked violently. He didn't know how long it had taken him to get hard, but he felt that every word Snape said was causing small explosions that ravaged his body and sent all his self-control to the hell.
Harry rushed forward, pushed black hair out the way and engulfed Severus' soft ear with his lips. He heard a quiet murmur.
Oh, he knew that it was the man’s sensitive point...
He broke away from the wall and pressed against the black-clad body, moaning when his hard cock brushed against the man's thigh. He felt a painful throbbing in the places where Snape's hands clutched him, but that only made him burn even more. However, the Potions Master quickly took control of the situation. Harry groaned with disappointment when the man's hands squeezed him hard and pushed him away. But, at the same time, he heard a hoarse whisper in his ear and it kindled a new flame:
"Not here. Clean up and come to my chambers."
Severus pulled away from him and smoothed his robes, trying to hide his obvious erection. Harry trembled and almost fell to the floor when the supporting hands disappeared. Snape didn't look at him, as though one look would break his self-control. He turned and walked out.
Harry stood for a moment, too stunned to move. His legs buckled under him, and lava flowed in his veins.
He couldn't stay here! He must go to Snape!
Harry forced himself to move forward. He pushed off from the wall, tripped on the bucket lying in his way and ran to Gryffindor tower. He stopped before the portrait of the Fat Lady, breathed a few times to calm his raging heart and catch his breath, which had been lost somewhere along the way, and then entered the Common Room filled with students. Ignoring the taunts and questions, he ran to the dormitory, quickly grabbed some clothes and went to the bathroom. He took a quick shower, dressed (his hands were shaking so much that he had problems fastening his shirt), threw the Invisibility Cloak over himself and slipped out of the bedroom. He carefully weaved between students and managed to reach the exit before he almost ran into Ron and Hermione in the company of Ginny, who was telling them about the incident in the bathroom. Harry passed them, not yet realizing that he would have to come up with another story for them, and ran down the stairs leading to the dungeons. He only barely escaped colliding with other students on the way.
By the time he reached Snape's office door, he was a fiery ball of desire, and he almost started biting his nails with excitement as he waited for some Slytherins to pass him in the corridor and disappear around the corner. He entered Snape’s office. There was a throbbing in his temples, and his heart was beating rapidly. He took off his Cloak and went to the door leading to the Severus' private chambers. When he touched it, it opened.
Harry held his breath and went inside. As soon as he had entered, there was the sound of a rustling of cloak behind him, and the door was slammed shut. Strong, trembling hands pushed him to the wooden surface and tore at his shirt.
It all happened so suddenly. Severus' lips bit into his neck, and impatient hands ripped and threw away his clothes... he was lifted up and pushed hard against the door. He didn't even have time to draw breath before, his shoes, trousers and underwear disappeared. His legs were parted and lifted higher, and Severus entered him, holding him up, as if Harry weighed less than a feather. A hot, hard as a rock, penis, covered with something slippery and wet, burst into him suddenly, sharply, impatiently. Harry wanted to shout, but only managed to groan hoarsely. He felt the strength of Severus' brutal lust, and desire - wild and untamed – it entered him painfully, pushing through his unprepared entrance. Too fast, too insistently. Harry could only whimper and bite his bottom lip until he almost drew blood - wanting more of his brutal thrusts, wanting them even faster.
The man pressed against him and slammed him hard against the door. Harry wrapped his legs around Snape's waist and stifled a scream, clenching his teeth on man's rough robes. He could hear heavy breathing and feel warm gusts brushing over his bare arm. The remains of shirt were hanging down around elbows. He wrapped his hands around Severus' neck and pressed his face against his collar, trying to stifle the cries and moans which were inexorably breaking free from his mouth. He felt the impact of Snape's hot balls hitting his buttocks every time the man entered him with a frantic speed and aggressive force, as if to pierce, tear, and mark him as his property forever.
"Severus..." Harry managed to whisper, voice hoarse from screaming. "I am... only yours.''
He felt the man press his face into his collarbone. Fingers crushed his buttocks, digging into his body with the strength and vehemence of claws, as though they also wanted to tear him.
Severus came, moaning hoarsely into his skin, his teeth clenched on Harry's arm. He was shaking uncontrollably, and the moment Harry felt the heat, flowing out of the pulsating, hot erection, his mind and body rose to the ceiling. The blinding explosion of his own orgasm hit his senses and shook him with the force of thunder, it swept through his body and burned everything that got in its way.
Harry’s scream mingled with the man's groans, and for a few moments, he lost almost all of his senses. Only the sense of touch remained, but this was not enough, there were too many feelings he was unable to grasp onto them all, he felt as though he was on the verge of exploding.
After a few moments, he managed to catch his breath, like Severus, who was breathing heavily on his shoulder. Harry still felt sharp teeth biting into his skin. Then the heat slowly slipped out of inside of him, and Harry moaned with a sense of loss, but then Snape moved his lips to his ear and whispered hoarsely:
"Sufficiently spontaneous, Potter?"
Something in Harry's stomach jumped when he recalled the words that he had shouted in Severus' face during their last meeting. He smiled.
"Mhm..." he murmured softly and opened his mouth to add something, but only managed to produce a surprised "Oh..." when man's hot tongue touched his ear. He stiffened, feeling chills wandering all over the body, and groaned loudly, sucking in air sharply. Severus licked the area just behind his ear, bit his earlobe, and slipped his tongue inside. Harry could only grunt with pleasure and tremble under the influence of the warm tongue that was stimulating his nerve endings. Harry leaned his head back, giving himself entirely to the man's lips, which very slowly began to move lower and lower, along his neck, and collarbone - alternately sucking, licking and biting - down to his bare arm, which still bore marks of teeth.
Harry thought he would die from pleasure or fade away and never be able to return to his previous form. Severus' lips and tongue were like a red-hot poker which was burning a path on his skin, sending sparks through his body. The incredible pleasure was making everything in him seethe, making his senses float.
He was unable to catch his breath, he couldn't move even a finger, he was wrapped up in pleasure while his mind screamed and his heart tried to break out of chest.
Snape's mouth. Snape's tonque. On him. On his skin. On his neck, his shoulder. Hot, greedy, hungry.
Harry felt his head spin. A distant part of his mind was suddenly struck with the incredible thought that... never before... for the first time... oh, Merlin!
He groaned loudly, straining and tensing when Severus closed his teeth on his shoulder, a painful electricity shot through his body and made him hit his head against the hard door.
And then the mouth and tongue disappeared. Snape's head broke away abruptly, as if he had finally realized what was happening and had managed to stop it. Harry opened his eyes, which he didn't even know he had closed, and when he saw the man's eyes, everything in him jerked and then froze.
Severus' eyes were... were... different. Hazy and bright at the same time, as if for the moment he was in a completely different place, and something was trying to pass through his eyes, to break free, to reveal... His thin lips were parted and moist, and Harry couldn't resist touching them. If he couldn't kiss them, he wanted to just feel their texture, their warmth...
When he touched the smooth lips, he felt Snape grab his hand. But he didn't withdraw it from his face. Harry opened his eyes wide, as he watched Severus' lips wrap around his finger and gently begin to suck it. The warm tongue was cleansing the pad and the teeth gently bit the skin. After a while the boy realized that he had stopped breathing. He was afraid to do so, he didn’t want to disturb the silence or interrupt this incredible thing... Snape behaved as though he was completely lost, and if Harry did something, anything, it might snatch him from his trance and he would lose this... feeling that was pouring a pleasant warmth into his stomach and gradually taking over his whole body. He watched Severus' closed eyes with delight, the thin dark furrow between the brows, the strangely mild facial features... he looked and couldn't believe what was happening. He was afraid that Snape would hear the frantic beating of his heart, something that could interrupt this wonderful moment.
He wanted to stop time and never, never move again.
He breathed in air with a sigh, which he could no longer hold back.
Severus opened his eyes. The fog lifted, and revealed the deep black pupils. Everything disappeared. The man pushed Harry’s hand aside, and without saying a word, looked in Harry's wide green eyes. Harry tried to read what was in Severus’ eyes, but suddenly they became as closed and inaccessible as the rest of Snape's face.
"It's... " he tried to say, but his voice didn't want to listen. He cleared his throat. "I..."
Severus shook his head and Harry shut his mouth. The man put him down and quickly composed himself. When Harry’s feet touched the floor, his legs buckled under him, but he managed to lean on the door and not fall. His head was spinning. It was all so... surreal. Unrealistic.
The man threw a quick cleaning spell, turned his back on the boy standing at the door, and walked to his chair. Harry leaned over and started putting on his clothes that were lying at his feet. Snape sat down and stared into the fire. He didn't say a word.
Harry stood at the door and hesitated. What should he to do now? Leave? Join him? Maybe say something? His head was totally empty. The only thing that filled his mind was the memory of Snape's tongue wandering over his skin and around his finger... His lips broke into a slight smile, he couldn't, and didn't even want to, try to stop it. Why did he have the impression that everything around him had changed colors? To warm, juicy, happy hues.
He looked at his still slightly shiny finger and closed his eyes, sighing.
Only then was the silence prevailing in the room broken by Severus' stern voice cutting through the hot air:
"Well, sit down then."
Harry’s smile became even wider than before.
Harry was lying in bed, staring at the Marauder's Map. He watched one dot, which from time to time disappeared from the map, and then re-appeared again. There was a warm smile on his face and his eyes shone softly. He could still see the memories that filled his mind: Snape's tonque on his shoulder. Snape's lips on his skin. Harry's finger in the hot interior of Severus' mouth. The hazy, absent gaze on his face.
And the feeling that was still circulating in his veins, spreading through his body.
The dot appeared on the map, and Harry smiled to himself.
"What are you brewing down there, Severus?" he whispered softly. He didn't know how long he was staring. Maybe an hour or two, but he was already very tired.
The dot disappeared again. Harry put the map under the pillow and pulled the green stone out from it. He clenched it in his hand and sent a message:
Good night, Severus. I'll fall asleep with your face before my eyes.
And that was the truth.
Around him there was darkness. Thick and impenetrable. Almost sticky.
Harry looked at his hands. He didn't know how it was possible, but he could see them. As if a non-existent light shone on them. In the surrounding silence he could hear the sound of footsteps. They seemed to echo all around him, resounding from an invisible wall and coming back. He looked around in the darkness, but he couldn’t see anything.
The steps drew closer.
He turned and saw a pale face that resembled a Death Eaters' mask. He blinked a few times.
No, he thought. It was Severus. A smile full of relief appeared on Harry's lips. Severus's eyes were burning with an intensity, and he was heading straight for him. He looked like a bat which emerged from the darkness to attack its prey, his cape fluttering like wings.
Harry stepped back involuntarily, but he didn't have to be afraid. He smiled uncertainly.
"What are you do...?" he wanted to ask a question, but he couldn't because Snape sprang toward him and pressed him against the wall, which suddenly emerged from behind. For a moment Harry lost his breath and couldn't even moan when the man brought his mouth to his neck. Only when the air burst to his lungs did he produced a murmur of complete surprise, but also of pleasure. Sparks appeared before his eyes, as if Snape's lips were the fuse that burned everything in Harry. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, letting the man suck and bite his hot skin, completely giving in to more and more intense and... painful experiences.
He whimpered, feeling a sudden pain. Harry jerked his head, but Severus' hands held him tight, and his lips sucked hungrily at sensitive places.
Another lash of pain and he felt something pour down on his skin.
"No," he groaned, wiggling and trying to push Severus away. He opened his eyes and saw that the man had moved away from his neck. When he raised his face and looked at Harry, the boy felt as though something heavy had fallen in his stomach, his whole body froze with terror, and his lungs suddenly refused to cooperate.
It wasn't Severus! It was... Voldemort! With Harry's blood around his mouth, flowing down his chin and glittering in his teeth that were bared in a smile.
"What is it, boy?" he hissed, narrowing his red eyes. "After all, you like pain."
No, it couldn't be true! Harry squeezed his eyes shut and began to shake his head. Surely, when he opened them, he'd see Severus. He must see him!
He was trembling. He felt a horror so great that he had difficulty breathing. He began to choke.
When he opened his eyes, a milky haze was blurring them, smearing the ghastly sight. Voldemort hadn't disappeared. He was still pressing him to the wall, smiling triumphantly.
Harry looked around, searching for help.
His heart pounded. In the distance, behind Voldemort's arm, he saw a dark figure that was receding into the darkness. A black cape fluttering behind him. He didn't turn to look at him even for a moment, as if he was totally uninterested in what was going on behind his back.
"Severus!" The cry that burst from Harry's throat was so terrible that even the Dark Lord frowned. "Don't leave me here!" he howled, feeling the horror once again seize his throat, not letting him breathe.
But Severus didn't stop. He didn't turn around. His silhouette was moving away, disappearing in the thick darkness from which he had emerged from, as if uniting with it.
"No one can help you, boy," Voldemort drawled, bringing his chalky white, reptilian face to Harry's. "You are completely alone. And your blood now belongs only to me."
"Nooooo!" Harry jerked forward, trying to free his hands...
... And suddenly he found himself in his bedroom. He sat on his bed, breathing heavily. He had the feeling that something was constricting his lungs and his stomach was torn. His head was spinning. He looked blindly at his surroundings, as if expecting to see Voldemort somewhere.
Neville and Ron were asleep. Their quiet breathing the only sound that filled the deafening silence. From time to time Harry heard the calls of owls hunting somewhere in the distance.
The picture of Severus' retreating back appeared before his eyes. He had the feeling that icy flames had enveloped if his skin, and were slowly approaching his heart.
He knew that tonight he would no longer be able to sleep.
I've tried many times but nothing was real
Make it fade away
Don't break me down
I want to believe that this is for real
Save me from my fear
Don't tear me down
Don't tear me down
For all i need
Make my heart a better place
Give me something I can believe
Don't tear it down
What's left of me
Make my heart a better place
Can you still see the heart of me?
All my agony fades away
When you hold me in your embrace**
* "Weapon" by Mathew Good Band
** "All I need" by Within Temptation
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