End of Obsession, Ch. 4
Title: The End of Obsession, Ch. 4
Author: juwel_fic
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1069 this chapter
Pairings/characters: Severus/Harry, also will have Severus/Lucius, Severus/Draco, past Severus/Voldemort, hints of Draco/Harry
Summary: Snape has always been obsessed. Now that the war is over, it's time to get over that little obsession.
Warnings: dub con, bdsm, past abuse and rape, biting, blood, collars, breathplay
Author's notes: The idea for this story was originally based on a request from venturous1 for harry_holidays with the request "how about Snape's first time, go as dark as you want to with it, including non-con; contrast with Harry's deflowering." The writing was delayed, however, due to schooling, and now it’s turned into this gigantic thing. Here's hoping for the UST and mind-blowing smut you asked for!
Disclaimer: The characters in this fiction are the property of J.K. Rowling. No money is being made from this and no trademark infringement is intended. This is purely for your reading pleasure.
Previous chapters: 1 2 3
It was getting bad.
The obsession, that was, because rather than easing things, the funeral had done nothing but reawaken Snape's desire for Potter, seeing him looking so strong and yet so weak at the same time. Also it had raised his irritation--if Potter's so-called friends couldn't take care of one stupid hero, how then was Harry supposed to endure the enemies that must surely still be out there? Just because Voldemort was dead did not mean there weren't wizards out there who would love to harm Potter, or take advantage of him. Even kill him. It was maddening to ponder.
Snape found himself sneaking upstairs at night, lurking at doorways, hoping for a snippet of conversation concerning the young man, or a brief glimpse of him. Entirely pathetic, but it did provide Snape with a few gleanings of information. One, Minerva was interviewing for a new Defence of the Dark Arts instructor, who would likely move into Snape's room. So he needed to leave, and soon. Two, Harry was apparently living now in the old Black residence. And three, Potter would definitely be returning to Hogwarts in the fall.
Snape smiled bitterly to himself as he began to pack his potions components, flicking his wand to send them gently into a large trunk at the foot of his bed. Ironic that the position he had most wanted was once again vacant, and once again, he could not have it. Even if he did reveal himself, he doubted Minerva would allow him in that classroom, or any classroom for that matter. Ironic that the position he'd wanted for so long was once again unattended, even if the curse was now supposedly lifted . . . but of course it would have required once again that he have contact with Potter. And all the other miserable children. So undoubtedly, it was all for the best.
The disappointment, however, was still a sour taste in Snape's mouth.
And that Harry should be living alone, at the Black residence . . . that was a rather unsettling development. It meant that there in fact wasn't anyone to watch over him, other than of course Kreacher. Despite Kreacher's apparent change of heart, Snape didn't entirely trust the house elf. So Potter might be in danger.
It also meant that Harry was vulnerable, particularly to those who knew how to get inside the Black residence. As Snape did.
Snape worked furiously at the rest of the packing, not allowing himself to think too deeply on that, to form any new fantasies or ill-conceived plans. He would not allow obsession to overrule common sense. Absolutely not.
It didn't take long to pack up all his belongings. Close to twenty years, and all he really had to show for himself fit neatly into three trunks. With the help of magic, of course. He would miss Hogwart's external flora and fauna and potion ingredients. In truth, he would miss it all.
Lucius had been right, which was the worst slight of all. It would take money to go anywhere, and his home would soon be sold, his things as well, most likely. There were a few things he wanted to retrieve there, but not just yet. He did need a place to sleep. The Malfoy Manor seemed like the only option.
Snape was pausing in his corridor, his trunks floating behind him, debating whether to try to retrieve anything else from the classrooms, look around the school on the off chance that he should see someone . . .
From somewhere out of sight, Snape began to hear voices--Minerva, and someone else--Flitwick, perhaps. He backed himself against the shadows, behind a pillar, and cast a Disillusionment on himself. It would be rotten timing for Minerva to find him now.
"So we've confirmed Molly as our new Defence teacher," Minerva was saying, and it was certain now that she was drawing closer. Snape extended his Disillusionment to cover his trunks as well, and hoped that no one tripped over them. Blast!
"Yes I think she'll be excellent," Flitwick said and there was the sound of a key turning in a keyhole at the end of the hallway. The diminutive spellmaster opened the door and peered inside. "I don't think she'll want to reside down here."
Minerva was close behind Flitwick, her mouth pursed in distaste. "Yes, we'll have to convince one of the other professors to take these chambers--I'd say Slughorn except I know he likes to have the occasional dinner for students and needs to be somewhere more accessible."
"I'm just glad you managed to convince him to stay on," Flitwick commented, heading into Snape's room. Snape wanted to curse. He'd waited too long, of course, hadn't been able to set up an illusion or facsimile of his things. They were sure to notice.
"Yes, I think the fact that Harry Potter is returning was an additional incentive for him," Minerva was saying, as she walked past Severus. He held perfectly still, as she passed into the room, and then she stopped, and he could feel her consternation, how her eyes must be surveying the room. "Well now that's odd."
"Did he know what was going to happen? Harry said--" Flitwick began, but then Minerva interrupted him.
"I don't know what Snape knew, nor do I care." Minerva sighed, and Snape could hear the rustle of her robes against the stone floor. "Perhaps he did, and sent things to his home. Or perhaps his family sent for them. But I don't know that he had much family left." She fell silent again, and Snape concentrated on barely breathing, lest he give himself away. This really was quite annoying. If he hadn't had such an affinity for the place, if he'd had no obsessions, he would have been gone by now.
She passed by him, rubbing her hands. "I'll ask Kingsley--perhaps he made arrangements. Go ahead and arrange to have the chambers cleaned. The more staff we have on hand to work on the repairs, the better off we'll be when class begins in fall."
Snape felt a little mental sigh of relief. Kingsley would cover for him and assuage her fears. It had been a close one, however. He waited until the two had left, then deftly released his spell.
"To Malfoy Manor, then," he whispered, leading off with his trunks.
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Chapter Five
Author: juwel_fic
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1069 this chapter
Pairings/characters: Severus/Harry, also will have Severus/Lucius, Severus/Draco, past Severus/Voldemort, hints of Draco/Harry
Summary: Snape has always been obsessed. Now that the war is over, it's time to get over that little obsession.
Warnings: dub con, bdsm, past abuse and rape, biting, blood, collars, breathplay
Author's notes: The idea for this story was originally based on a request from venturous1 for harry_holidays with the request "how about Snape's first time, go as dark as you want to with it, including non-con; contrast with Harry's deflowering." The writing was delayed, however, due to schooling, and now it’s turned into this gigantic thing. Here's hoping for the UST and mind-blowing smut you asked for!
Disclaimer: The characters in this fiction are the property of J.K. Rowling. No money is being made from this and no trademark infringement is intended. This is purely for your reading pleasure.
Previous chapters: 1 2 3
It was getting bad.
The obsession, that was, because rather than easing things, the funeral had done nothing but reawaken Snape's desire for Potter, seeing him looking so strong and yet so weak at the same time. Also it had raised his irritation--if Potter's so-called friends couldn't take care of one stupid hero, how then was Harry supposed to endure the enemies that must surely still be out there? Just because Voldemort was dead did not mean there weren't wizards out there who would love to harm Potter, or take advantage of him. Even kill him. It was maddening to ponder.
Snape found himself sneaking upstairs at night, lurking at doorways, hoping for a snippet of conversation concerning the young man, or a brief glimpse of him. Entirely pathetic, but it did provide Snape with a few gleanings of information. One, Minerva was interviewing for a new Defence of the Dark Arts instructor, who would likely move into Snape's room. So he needed to leave, and soon. Two, Harry was apparently living now in the old Black residence. And three, Potter would definitely be returning to Hogwarts in the fall.
Snape smiled bitterly to himself as he began to pack his potions components, flicking his wand to send them gently into a large trunk at the foot of his bed. Ironic that the position he had most wanted was once again vacant, and once again, he could not have it. Even if he did reveal himself, he doubted Minerva would allow him in that classroom, or any classroom for that matter. Ironic that the position he'd wanted for so long was once again unattended, even if the curse was now supposedly lifted . . . but of course it would have required once again that he have contact with Potter. And all the other miserable children. So undoubtedly, it was all for the best.
The disappointment, however, was still a sour taste in Snape's mouth.
And that Harry should be living alone, at the Black residence . . . that was a rather unsettling development. It meant that there in fact wasn't anyone to watch over him, other than of course Kreacher. Despite Kreacher's apparent change of heart, Snape didn't entirely trust the house elf. So Potter might be in danger.
It also meant that Harry was vulnerable, particularly to those who knew how to get inside the Black residence. As Snape did.
Snape worked furiously at the rest of the packing, not allowing himself to think too deeply on that, to form any new fantasies or ill-conceived plans. He would not allow obsession to overrule common sense. Absolutely not.
It didn't take long to pack up all his belongings. Close to twenty years, and all he really had to show for himself fit neatly into three trunks. With the help of magic, of course. He would miss Hogwart's external flora and fauna and potion ingredients. In truth, he would miss it all.
Lucius had been right, which was the worst slight of all. It would take money to go anywhere, and his home would soon be sold, his things as well, most likely. There were a few things he wanted to retrieve there, but not just yet. He did need a place to sleep. The Malfoy Manor seemed like the only option.
Snape was pausing in his corridor, his trunks floating behind him, debating whether to try to retrieve anything else from the classrooms, look around the school on the off chance that he should see someone . . .
From somewhere out of sight, Snape began to hear voices--Minerva, and someone else--Flitwick, perhaps. He backed himself against the shadows, behind a pillar, and cast a Disillusionment on himself. It would be rotten timing for Minerva to find him now.
"So we've confirmed Molly as our new Defence teacher," Minerva was saying, and it was certain now that she was drawing closer. Snape extended his Disillusionment to cover his trunks as well, and hoped that no one tripped over them. Blast!
"Yes I think she'll be excellent," Flitwick said and there was the sound of a key turning in a keyhole at the end of the hallway. The diminutive spellmaster opened the door and peered inside. "I don't think she'll want to reside down here."
Minerva was close behind Flitwick, her mouth pursed in distaste. "Yes, we'll have to convince one of the other professors to take these chambers--I'd say Slughorn except I know he likes to have the occasional dinner for students and needs to be somewhere more accessible."
"I'm just glad you managed to convince him to stay on," Flitwick commented, heading into Snape's room. Snape wanted to curse. He'd waited too long, of course, hadn't been able to set up an illusion or facsimile of his things. They were sure to notice.
"Yes, I think the fact that Harry Potter is returning was an additional incentive for him," Minerva was saying, as she walked past Severus. He held perfectly still, as she passed into the room, and then she stopped, and he could feel her consternation, how her eyes must be surveying the room. "Well now that's odd."
"Did he know what was going to happen? Harry said--" Flitwick began, but then Minerva interrupted him.
"I don't know what Snape knew, nor do I care." Minerva sighed, and Snape could hear the rustle of her robes against the stone floor. "Perhaps he did, and sent things to his home. Or perhaps his family sent for them. But I don't know that he had much family left." She fell silent again, and Snape concentrated on barely breathing, lest he give himself away. This really was quite annoying. If he hadn't had such an affinity for the place, if he'd had no obsessions, he would have been gone by now.
She passed by him, rubbing her hands. "I'll ask Kingsley--perhaps he made arrangements. Go ahead and arrange to have the chambers cleaned. The more staff we have on hand to work on the repairs, the better off we'll be when class begins in fall."
Snape felt a little mental sigh of relief. Kingsley would cover for him and assuage her fears. It had been a close one, however. He waited until the two had left, then deftly released his spell.
"To Malfoy Manor, then," he whispered, leading off with his trunks.
***
Chapter Five