The Price of Peace (HP/LV/SS, NC-17), Chapter 4
The Price of Peace
by Maeglin Yedi
Pairing: Harry/Voldemort/Snape, other minor pairings (both het and slash)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They all belong to J.K. Rowling. I just make them shag.
Warnings: AU from HBP onwards
Summary: After ten years of peace, there is now a price to pay, as Harry discovers.
A/N: Sequel to The Semblance of Peace. You should definitely read that story first, otherwise this one won't make much sense.
Big thanks to fluffyllama for the beta!
Snape was exactly where they expected him to be; in the Potions classroom. Voldemort grabbed the scruff of Harry's shirt, winked at him, and then dragged him inside the classroom.
"Professor Snape," Voldemort said, and Snape, who'd been perusing the ingredients cabinet, turned around and looked at them in surprise. "I found this student here out after curfew. I figured you'd know what to do with him." And with that, he tossed Harry in the direction of the student desks. Harry stumbled for a moment and then sat down in the exact spot he'd always used in Snape's classes. He put his elbows on the table and his head in his hands, and tried to look as much like a sullen teenager as he could.
Snape briefly glanced between Voldemort and Harry, and then his lips curled up in a smirk. "I see." He took a few slow steps towards Harry. "I'm not surprised. In my experience, Mr Potter has a real talent for breaking the rules."
"You don't say," Voldemort drawled, and Harry heard the door slam shut behind him, followed by a few muttered locking and silencing spells.
"Indeed." Snape now stood right in front of Harry's desk, looming over him as he stared down at Harry. And Harry pursed his lips so he wouldn't grin. He was really enjoying this little game, and he didn't want to ruin it by showing his obvious amusement.
"Mr Potter, what do you have to say for yourself before I decide on your...punishment."
A shudder ran through Harry at the way Snape pronounced that last word. "Nothing," he mumbled.
"Nothing, what?" Snape snarled, slamming one hand down on Harry's desk.
"Nothing, Professor," Harry said through gritted teeth. He shifted in his seat before he could help himself, and secretly, at that moment, he hoped Snape would just grab him, throw him over a desk, and fuck him senseless.
But Snape had other plans. "Stand up, Mr Potter, and join me here."
Harry blinked up at him in surprise.
"Now," Snape spat, and gestured at the empty space between the student and teacher desks.
Wondering what kind of game Snape had in mind, Harry slowly got up and shuffled towards the spot Snape indicated.
Snape stalked around him, looking Harry up and down as Harry kept his back rigid and looked straight ahead. "You will obey my every command, or you will be sorry indeed, is that understood, Mr Potter?"
"Yes, Sir." Harry swallowed back a moan. He didn't think he'd last through whatever Snape had planned. His balls were already aching for release.
"Good," Snape whispered in his ear. "Disrobe."
Inhaling a sharp intake of breath, Harry started fumbling with his clothes. This was a very naughty fantasy come true, and part of him wanted to jump up and down, and dance with joy. Over the years, as his relationship with Snape had changed, he'd often thought back to their days as professor and student, and all those hours they'd spent glaring at each other in the classroom, and somehow those thoughts had become a favourite fantasy of Harry. How Snape would give him a detention, and how he'd snarl and sneer and demand Harry pleasure him.
Harry managed to pull his shirt off, kick off his slippers and step out of his jeans.
"Everything, Mr Potter." Snape looked down at Harry's tented Y-fronts with a heated gleam in his black eyes.
With trembling hands Harry pushed his pants down and kicked them away.
"On your knees. And close your eyes."
Now Harry definitely had to swallow back a groan as he sank to the cold, stone floor. He couldn't believe they were doing this, that he was sitting naked, hard, and oh so ready in Snape's classroom, and Snape was ordering him around. He licked his lips and closed his eyes.
"Open your mouth." Snape swept past him and his robes brushed against Harry's side. Harry shuddered in response and parted his lips.
At once he felt something warm and hard yet silky press against his lips. He sucked it inside, and knew from the shape and scent that it was Voldemort's hard cock. Moaning, he wanted to raise his hand, but someone slapped it away.
"Hands behind your back, Mr Potter," Snape snarled, and stood behind Harry, both his hands on Harry's shoulders so he could guide Harry's body as he sucked down more of Voldemort's cock. Harry clasped his hands behind his back and breathed deeply through his nose as he swallowed around Voldemort's erection. He didn't think he'd ever been this aroused before. It was so wrong and so naughty, and so fucking sexy.
Voldemort released a soft moan, and Harry knew he was getting closer. He sucked harder and faster, slurping loudly with saliva coating his lips and chin, and he leaned back into Snape's touch as Snape controlled his body's movements.
A sharp groan was followed by a flood of warm semen, and Harry swallowed and licked until it was all gone.
"Well, well, well," Snape drawled from behind him as Harry pulled back from Voldemort and inhaled a deep breath. "It seems Mr Potter is capable of obedience after all. Tell me, Mr Potter, did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, Sir," Harry moaned, wriggling helplessly in his place. His cock was about to burst, he was sure of it.
"I am not entirely convinced just yet." Snape pulled on Harry's shoulders. "Get up, Mr Potter, and bend over my desk."
Now Harry had to squeeze his balls so he wouldn't come right there and then. Fuck, yes! Snape was going to do it...he was actually going to fuck Harry over his desk! Harry jumped up, all but ran towards the desk and threw himself over it. He ignored Voldemort's loud chuckles and wriggled his arse in Snape's direction as he glanced over his shoulder.
Snape pushed off his robes and unzipped his trousers. "Eyes front, Mr Potter!"
"Yes, Sir!" Harry said with a grin wide enough that it hurt. Two slick fingers probed his opening, but he knew Snape could tell he didn't need much preparation at all. He was so fucking ready for this.
Snape's hard prick pushed against his pucker, and Harry moaned and pushed back, and clenched his hands around the edge of the desk. Snape thrust inside him, and Harry squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his cheek against the wood beneath it.
"Holy fuck," Harry moaned, and met every one of Snape's thrusts, wanting Snape to fuck him harder and deeper and --
"There." Thrust." Is." Thrust. "No." Thrust. "Need." Thrust. "For." Thrust. "Talking." Thrust. "Potter."
Harry cried out as he came with violent jerks of his body. Snape hadn't even touched his prick and yet he spilled himself all over the Potions classroom floor. Snape clenched one hand around Harry's shoulder and the other around Harry's hip, and pounded into him, the desk beneath Harry scraping across the stone floor.
"I bet you've wanted this for a while now, haven't you, Mr Potter," Snape said, though he did sound just a little bit out of breath.
"Yes," Harry moaned, the heat inside him searing his skin. "Fuck, yes!"
Snape bucked his hips once, twice, and then came with a deep groan, fingers digging into Harry's skin just enough to make it painful, but Harry didn't care. He'd just had the best fuck of his life, he was sure of it.
"Ten points to Gryffindor," Snape whispered, and stroked one hand down Harry's back in an affectionate gesture before he gently pulled out. Harry lay against the desk, panting, and it took him a few moments before he regained enough control over his body so he could push himself up from the desk.
Voldemort stood leaning against the student desk, arms crossed, observing them with a most satisfied smile. Snape was tucking himself away, and Harry launched himself at Snape and threw his arms around his neck.
"That was fucking brilliant!" Harry pressed a hard kiss against Snape's lips, and even though Snape rolled his eyes he did return it. "We have to do that again!"
Snape snorted and gave Harry a rather hopeless look.
"Oh, come on, don't tell me you didn't enjoy the hell out of that," Harry said, still grinning like a loon.
"I suppose it might be worth repeating," Snape said with a little sniff.
"You liked that, didn't you," Harry said in between outright laughter. "You just loved bending one of your students over your desk and fucking them senseless."
Snape smirked. "No more than you loved having your professor fucking you, Potter."
"Yeah," Harry agreed and collapsed against Snape, laughing.
Snape chuckled and pushed Harry in the direction of his clothes. Harry staggered across the room and then spotted Voldemort, who had been observing them quietly. He threw his arms around Voldemort's neck and pressed a hard kiss against his lips.
"Thanks," he whispered, and Voldemort looked at him in puzzlement. "For letting us play together."
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," Voldemort said, and returned Harry's kiss for a moment before Harry let go of him. "I'm sure that was your best performance yet."
Harry grinned at him and gathered his clothes. And as he got dressed, it occurred to him he hadn't felt this happy in months. And wasn't it strange that he was able to feel such happiness, seeing as they were at Hogwarts, the bane of Harry's existence for the last ten years, or so it had sometimes felt. Well, it seemed that whatever horrible things had happened here at one point, time did prove to heal just about anything.
As he finished zipping his jeans, Harry glanced at Snape. "About before -- "
"Forget it," Snape said with an impatient gesture of his hand. Harry smiled at him and Snape sneered in return, but Harry knew things were right between them again, and he was very glad for it.
"Come," Voldemort said, and gestured to the door with his wand. "You two weren't done yet giving me the tour."
Harry snickered, and bumped his shoulder against Snape's, who pushed right back, and together they left the classroom behind as they followed Voldemort back into the dungeons.
----
The second they apparated to the drawing room of twelve Grimmauld Place, Harry turned towards his lovers.
"Croaker was up to something," he said with narrowed eyes.
"You don't say." Snape shrugged off his black robes and draped them over the back of one of the armchairs.
Voldemort flicked his wand and summoned a bottle of red wine and three glasses. "Yes, he seemed far too interested in me."
Harry gaped at Voldemort and started snickering. "No, didn't. He didn't seem interested in you at all."
"No?" Voldemort sank down on the couch, and pulled the cork out with a flick of his wand. He poured the wine as he glanced up at Harry. "And yet the first thing he asked you was how you'd supposedly killed me."
"Ah." Harry frowned and sat down beside Voldemort. "You're right. He did seem a bit too interested in that."
"Not to mention the amount of attention he gave you," Snape said with a pointed look at Harry. He sat down on the opposite couch, reached for one of the wineglasses, and sipped it.
"Yeah." Harry reached for a glass as well and cradled it. "He seemed awfully determined to hire me, didn't he?"
"Hmm." Voldemort sipped his own glass. "I did not get a clear view into his mind, as his attention was on you most of the time, but what I did see does not please me."
Harry smiled. It really did pay off sometimes to have a lover who was an expert at Legilimency. "What did you see?"
"A lust for power," Voldemort mused. "And a determination to uncover whatever secrets you are keeping, Harry, to learn whatever power you hold."
Harry snorted. "I'm a writer. He's going to be in for a disappointment, then."
"Don't be too sure of that," Voldemort said as he glanced at Harry with a thoughtful frown. "Between the three of us, we have plenty of secrets to keep."
Snape nodded and leaned forward. "I suggest we do not inform Croaker about our quest for Flamel's research. We will just have to search on our own."
"I agree," Voldemort said. "We must tread carefully around this man." He narrowed his eyes at Harry. "Especially you, my little horcrux."
"Sure," Harry said with a shrug. "So is that why I'm now suddenly the new assistant flying instructor?"
Snape chuckled while Voldemort grinned at him and said, "Did it take you this long to figure that out?"
"No," Harry muttered and sank back into the couch.
Voldemort patted his thigh. "It seemed the best solution once we established that Croaker had an unhealthy fascination with us. Now we can combine our forces and make quick work of our quest without drawing Croaker's attention to us."
"Yeah, I guess," Harry said and took a swig of his wine. Then he sighed. "We should have known things wouldn't go as planned when we came here."
"Well," Voldemort said with a chuckle. "At least it keeps life interesting, doesn't it?"
Harry snorted, but before he could say anything, there was an owl tapping its beak against one of the windows. Snape got up to open the window and a handful of owls flew inside. They all received scrolls, and Harry groaned when he opened his.
"It's from my publisher. He's requesting I do a book signing in Flourish & Blotts this weekend."
Voldemort held up his own scroll triumphantly. "So is mine!"
Snape, who was busy reading a scroll of his own, briefly glanced at Harry. "You can always call it off and visit the Weasleys instead."
Swallowing, Harry rolled up his scroll. "Maybe a book signing might not be so bad."
----
Half of wizarding Britain had gathered in Flourish & Blotts that next Saturday, or so it seemed. Harry was seated behind a table, his books spread out across the surface in a colourful display, and a long line of wizards and witches of all ages waited patiently to meet him. Voldemort was seated at a table just a small distance away from Harry, and there was an equally long line of people waiting for him.
Snape stood to the side, quietly keeping an eye on their surroundings as Harry and Voldemort signed book after book. He'd already had his moment in the spotlight the day before when he'd given a few interviews about his potions inventions with journalists from all over Britain, including a charming young lady who was writing a profile about him and his relationship with Harry Potter for Witch Weekly (much to Harry's horror and Voldemort's amusement).
"Thanks," Harry said, as he handed the book he'd just signed to a plump witch called Esmeralda. She giggled and made way for the next person. Harry reached for his glass of water, took a sip, and almost choked to death when he saw who was standing in front of his table.
"Well, well, Mr Potter." Lucius Malfoy stared down at him, looking as impeccably dressed as he'd always been.
"Lucius," Harry managed to say once he'd recovered from his coughing fit. "How was Azkaban?"
Much to Harry's surprise, Lucius only sniffed in response. "It could use better room service, but otherwise my stay was not entirely unpleasant."
Harry gaped at him just as a hand touched his shoulder. Snape had stepped up behind him.
"Lucius," Snape said with a curt nod, though his hand did not leave Harry's shoulder.
"Severus." Lucius inclined his head. "How fortunate to see you here. Narcissa and I were wondering if you and your," he glanced down at Harry for a second, "partner were interested in dinner tomorrow at the mansion. It has been too long, after all."
Harry glanced at Voldemort, and while Voldemort seemed busy signing a book for a bearded wizard, Harry knew he was aware of the situation. Nothing much ever slipped past him.
"That is very kind of you to invite us, Lucius," Snape said pleasantly enough. "But we already had plans with our good friend for tomorrow." And Snape nodded in Voldemort's direction.
Lucius turned to look at Voldemort, and Harry's heart missed a few beats, but there was no recognition on his face. Instead, Lucius sneered. "Ah, yes, the famed wizarding scholar. Draco seems quite taken with his work." Lucius nodded his head in the direction of Voldemort's line, and only now did Harry notice Draco standing there, a few of Voldemort's books in his arms, as he waited patiently for his turn. "I suppose we could extend our invitation to your friend, if he were so inclined to join us."
"I'm sure he will be," Snape said. "We'll inform him."
"Tomorrow then, at seven." Lucius managed a tight smile. "Good day, Severus, Harry." And with that, he turned around on his heels and disappeared into the crowd.
Harry released a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and glanced up at Snape, but Snape's closed expression told him they'd discuss this later. Harry sipped his water again, carefully this time, and smiled up at the next wizard in line.
Over the next hour, Harry saw a few familiar faces. Old classmates and others he knew from school; Seamus and Dean, Lavender and Parvati, Cho Chang, Zacharias Smith and even Colin Creevey (who gave him a particularly bright smile). They exchanged pleasant greetings while he signed their books, and Harry was genuinely pleased to see that so many people he'd known seemed to be doing well. And as he glanced at Voldemort a time or two, he reminded himself this was why he'd made his deal, after all. So that everyone could go on with their lives and find happiness without worrying about another war looming on the horizon.
Yes, all in all, Harry was quite satisfied with his return to the spotlight in Britain. Except for Lucius' unexpected visit, the whole afternoon had been very pleasant indeed.
That was, until he noticed a few redheads in the crowd. Harry swallowed and found it suddenly hard to breathe. He heard some movement beside him and saw from the corner of his eye that Snape walked over to the Weasleys. He absently signed his book for an older wizard named Henry, and kept half an eye on Snape, who offered a polite greeting to Mr and Mrs Weasley.
Mr Weasley shook his hand with a happy smile, and, much to Harry's amazement, Mrs Weasley gave him a hug. Snape went rigid under the smothering attention, and despite the unease he felt, Harry snickered. He exchanged an amused glance with Voldemort, who shook his head and went on with signing.
A few signed books later, and the Weasleys stood in front of him. Mrs Weasley leaned over the table and gave him a hug.
"Harry," she said as she pulled back and looked at him with obvious motherly affection. "You look great. It's so good to see you again."
"You, too," Harry managed to say with only a small crack in his voice.
Mr Weasley shook his hand, and then Fred and George pushed their way forward and clapped his shoulders and gently scolded him for not having visited their store yet.
"You have to come to the Burrow," Mrs Weasley said, as Harry signed a few books for her. "How about tomorrow?"
"Unfortunately we already have a commitment for tomorrow," Snape said smoothly from his spot beside Harry's table.
"Next week?" Mrs Weasley asked hopefully. "We'll invite the whole family."
Harry couldn't think of a reason to refuse them, and part of him longed to see the Burrow and its inhabitants again. They'd been such an important part of his life for so many years.
"I think we can manage that," he said, with a short glance in Snape's direction. Snape merely nodded his head.
"Wonderful!" Mrs Weasley touched his arm for a moment, and picked up her books. "We'll see you then, Harry. So good to have you back." And with that, the Weasleys made way for more of his eager fans.
Well, that hadn't been too bad, Harry mused as he signed another book. He'd survived his initial encounter with the Weasleys. Now he could only hope he'd survive a genuine visit with them as well.
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"The Malfoys? Really, Severus, the Malfoys?" Harry fumed as he grabbed three glasses off one of the kitchen shelves and slammed them onto the kitchen table.
Snape unpacked the Chinese takeaway they had opted for after they had finished up their business in Diagon Alley and silently placed the cartons on the kitchen table.
"Well?" Harry put his hands on his hips and glared at Snape.
"Well what, Harry?" Snape asked without a care in the world.
"The Malfoys!" Harry threw himself into a chair and hardly even acknowledged Voldemort, who looked at him with an amused smile and filled their glasses with orange juice.
"We were invited to dinner," Snape said reasonably as he seated himself opposite of Harry. "We accepted. I'm sure even you can understand such a simple concept."
"Oh, don't start with that now." Harry narrowed his eyes at Snape. "You know as well as I do, this is far more than just a simple dinner invitation. Those bastards have had it in for me for years."
Snape snorted. "As opposed to some people you've been living with for over a decade, you mean?" And he looked pointedly at Voldemort, who managed an offended look that almost seemed real.
"That's different and you know it. The Malfoys might very well want to lure us to their mansion to get some revenge," Harry said, unable to comprehend why Snape was taking this all in so fucking calmly.
"They're not going to try to hurt us, my little horcrux," Voldemort said as he reached for a carton of fried rice.
"And how would you know?" Harry asked, and snatched the carton of sweet and sour pork away before Snape could reach for it.
"Because they extended their invitation in public." Voldemort gave Harry a look that clearly said he should have figured that out by himself. "If something were to happen to any of us, they would be the first under suspicion, and with Lucius' criminal record, he'd end up in Azkaban for life. You really think the Malfoys don't realize that?"
"Well," Harry said, and poked his chopstick in the pork. "Maybe. But why else would they invite us?"
"Because they want a piece of our pie," Snape said, and took a bite of his noodles.
"Huh?"
Snape rolled his eyes. "Stop thinking like a Gryffindor."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you should stop thinking about yourself, and start thinking about the Malfoys. What's in it for them?" Snape leaned over just a bit and narrowed his eyes at Harry. "Both Lucius and Draco have spent time in Azkaban. Their good - and I use the term loosely - name has been damaged by it. Now they have a chance to socialize with the hero of the wizarding world. Even you should be able to understand this concept with your limited capabilities."
Huffing, Harry leaned back in his chair. "All right. They want to play nice with me. I get it. But why did you accept the invitation? What's in it for us?"
Snape smirked, just as Voldemort said, "Now that is the question, isn't it?" And then they both remained silent and Harry groaned in frustration. He hated it when his lovers did this to him, when they knew something he didn't and took great pleasure in seeing him struggle to find the answer.
"I do believe he's too much of a Gryffindor to figure it out," Snape said to Voldemort.
"Yes, he lets his emotions get in the way yet again," Voldemort said agreeably.
"I hate you both," Harry muttered and crossed his arms.
by Maeglin Yedi
Pairing: Harry/Voldemort/Snape, other minor pairings (both het and slash)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They all belong to J.K. Rowling. I just make them shag.
Warnings: AU from HBP onwards
Summary: After ten years of peace, there is now a price to pay, as Harry discovers.
A/N: Sequel to The Semblance of Peace. You should definitely read that story first, otherwise this one won't make much sense.
Big thanks to fluffyllama for the beta!
Snape was exactly where they expected him to be; in the Potions classroom. Voldemort grabbed the scruff of Harry's shirt, winked at him, and then dragged him inside the classroom.
"Professor Snape," Voldemort said, and Snape, who'd been perusing the ingredients cabinet, turned around and looked at them in surprise. "I found this student here out after curfew. I figured you'd know what to do with him." And with that, he tossed Harry in the direction of the student desks. Harry stumbled for a moment and then sat down in the exact spot he'd always used in Snape's classes. He put his elbows on the table and his head in his hands, and tried to look as much like a sullen teenager as he could.
Snape briefly glanced between Voldemort and Harry, and then his lips curled up in a smirk. "I see." He took a few slow steps towards Harry. "I'm not surprised. In my experience, Mr Potter has a real talent for breaking the rules."
"You don't say," Voldemort drawled, and Harry heard the door slam shut behind him, followed by a few muttered locking and silencing spells.
"Indeed." Snape now stood right in front of Harry's desk, looming over him as he stared down at Harry. And Harry pursed his lips so he wouldn't grin. He was really enjoying this little game, and he didn't want to ruin it by showing his obvious amusement.
"Mr Potter, what do you have to say for yourself before I decide on your...punishment."
A shudder ran through Harry at the way Snape pronounced that last word. "Nothing," he mumbled.
"Nothing, what?" Snape snarled, slamming one hand down on Harry's desk.
"Nothing, Professor," Harry said through gritted teeth. He shifted in his seat before he could help himself, and secretly, at that moment, he hoped Snape would just grab him, throw him over a desk, and fuck him senseless.
But Snape had other plans. "Stand up, Mr Potter, and join me here."
Harry blinked up at him in surprise.
"Now," Snape spat, and gestured at the empty space between the student and teacher desks.
Wondering what kind of game Snape had in mind, Harry slowly got up and shuffled towards the spot Snape indicated.
Snape stalked around him, looking Harry up and down as Harry kept his back rigid and looked straight ahead. "You will obey my every command, or you will be sorry indeed, is that understood, Mr Potter?"
"Yes, Sir." Harry swallowed back a moan. He didn't think he'd last through whatever Snape had planned. His balls were already aching for release.
"Good," Snape whispered in his ear. "Disrobe."
Inhaling a sharp intake of breath, Harry started fumbling with his clothes. This was a very naughty fantasy come true, and part of him wanted to jump up and down, and dance with joy. Over the years, as his relationship with Snape had changed, he'd often thought back to their days as professor and student, and all those hours they'd spent glaring at each other in the classroom, and somehow those thoughts had become a favourite fantasy of Harry. How Snape would give him a detention, and how he'd snarl and sneer and demand Harry pleasure him.
Harry managed to pull his shirt off, kick off his slippers and step out of his jeans.
"Everything, Mr Potter." Snape looked down at Harry's tented Y-fronts with a heated gleam in his black eyes.
With trembling hands Harry pushed his pants down and kicked them away.
"On your knees. And close your eyes."
Now Harry definitely had to swallow back a groan as he sank to the cold, stone floor. He couldn't believe they were doing this, that he was sitting naked, hard, and oh so ready in Snape's classroom, and Snape was ordering him around. He licked his lips and closed his eyes.
"Open your mouth." Snape swept past him and his robes brushed against Harry's side. Harry shuddered in response and parted his lips.
At once he felt something warm and hard yet silky press against his lips. He sucked it inside, and knew from the shape and scent that it was Voldemort's hard cock. Moaning, he wanted to raise his hand, but someone slapped it away.
"Hands behind your back, Mr Potter," Snape snarled, and stood behind Harry, both his hands on Harry's shoulders so he could guide Harry's body as he sucked down more of Voldemort's cock. Harry clasped his hands behind his back and breathed deeply through his nose as he swallowed around Voldemort's erection. He didn't think he'd ever been this aroused before. It was so wrong and so naughty, and so fucking sexy.
Voldemort released a soft moan, and Harry knew he was getting closer. He sucked harder and faster, slurping loudly with saliva coating his lips and chin, and he leaned back into Snape's touch as Snape controlled his body's movements.
A sharp groan was followed by a flood of warm semen, and Harry swallowed and licked until it was all gone.
"Well, well, well," Snape drawled from behind him as Harry pulled back from Voldemort and inhaled a deep breath. "It seems Mr Potter is capable of obedience after all. Tell me, Mr Potter, did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, Sir," Harry moaned, wriggling helplessly in his place. His cock was about to burst, he was sure of it.
"I am not entirely convinced just yet." Snape pulled on Harry's shoulders. "Get up, Mr Potter, and bend over my desk."
Now Harry had to squeeze his balls so he wouldn't come right there and then. Fuck, yes! Snape was going to do it...he was actually going to fuck Harry over his desk! Harry jumped up, all but ran towards the desk and threw himself over it. He ignored Voldemort's loud chuckles and wriggled his arse in Snape's direction as he glanced over his shoulder.
Snape pushed off his robes and unzipped his trousers. "Eyes front, Mr Potter!"
"Yes, Sir!" Harry said with a grin wide enough that it hurt. Two slick fingers probed his opening, but he knew Snape could tell he didn't need much preparation at all. He was so fucking ready for this.
Snape's hard prick pushed against his pucker, and Harry moaned and pushed back, and clenched his hands around the edge of the desk. Snape thrust inside him, and Harry squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his cheek against the wood beneath it.
"Holy fuck," Harry moaned, and met every one of Snape's thrusts, wanting Snape to fuck him harder and deeper and --
"There." Thrust." Is." Thrust. "No." Thrust. "Need." Thrust. "For." Thrust. "Talking." Thrust. "Potter."
Harry cried out as he came with violent jerks of his body. Snape hadn't even touched his prick and yet he spilled himself all over the Potions classroom floor. Snape clenched one hand around Harry's shoulder and the other around Harry's hip, and pounded into him, the desk beneath Harry scraping across the stone floor.
"I bet you've wanted this for a while now, haven't you, Mr Potter," Snape said, though he did sound just a little bit out of breath.
"Yes," Harry moaned, the heat inside him searing his skin. "Fuck, yes!"
Snape bucked his hips once, twice, and then came with a deep groan, fingers digging into Harry's skin just enough to make it painful, but Harry didn't care. He'd just had the best fuck of his life, he was sure of it.
"Ten points to Gryffindor," Snape whispered, and stroked one hand down Harry's back in an affectionate gesture before he gently pulled out. Harry lay against the desk, panting, and it took him a few moments before he regained enough control over his body so he could push himself up from the desk.
Voldemort stood leaning against the student desk, arms crossed, observing them with a most satisfied smile. Snape was tucking himself away, and Harry launched himself at Snape and threw his arms around his neck.
"That was fucking brilliant!" Harry pressed a hard kiss against Snape's lips, and even though Snape rolled his eyes he did return it. "We have to do that again!"
Snape snorted and gave Harry a rather hopeless look.
"Oh, come on, don't tell me you didn't enjoy the hell out of that," Harry said, still grinning like a loon.
"I suppose it might be worth repeating," Snape said with a little sniff.
"You liked that, didn't you," Harry said in between outright laughter. "You just loved bending one of your students over your desk and fucking them senseless."
Snape smirked. "No more than you loved having your professor fucking you, Potter."
"Yeah," Harry agreed and collapsed against Snape, laughing.
Snape chuckled and pushed Harry in the direction of his clothes. Harry staggered across the room and then spotted Voldemort, who had been observing them quietly. He threw his arms around Voldemort's neck and pressed a hard kiss against his lips.
"Thanks," he whispered, and Voldemort looked at him in puzzlement. "For letting us play together."
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," Voldemort said, and returned Harry's kiss for a moment before Harry let go of him. "I'm sure that was your best performance yet."
Harry grinned at him and gathered his clothes. And as he got dressed, it occurred to him he hadn't felt this happy in months. And wasn't it strange that he was able to feel such happiness, seeing as they were at Hogwarts, the bane of Harry's existence for the last ten years, or so it had sometimes felt. Well, it seemed that whatever horrible things had happened here at one point, time did prove to heal just about anything.
As he finished zipping his jeans, Harry glanced at Snape. "About before -- "
"Forget it," Snape said with an impatient gesture of his hand. Harry smiled at him and Snape sneered in return, but Harry knew things were right between them again, and he was very glad for it.
"Come," Voldemort said, and gestured to the door with his wand. "You two weren't done yet giving me the tour."
Harry snickered, and bumped his shoulder against Snape's, who pushed right back, and together they left the classroom behind as they followed Voldemort back into the dungeons.
----
The second they apparated to the drawing room of twelve Grimmauld Place, Harry turned towards his lovers.
"Croaker was up to something," he said with narrowed eyes.
"You don't say." Snape shrugged off his black robes and draped them over the back of one of the armchairs.
Voldemort flicked his wand and summoned a bottle of red wine and three glasses. "Yes, he seemed far too interested in me."
Harry gaped at Voldemort and started snickering. "No, didn't. He didn't seem interested in you at all."
"No?" Voldemort sank down on the couch, and pulled the cork out with a flick of his wand. He poured the wine as he glanced up at Harry. "And yet the first thing he asked you was how you'd supposedly killed me."
"Ah." Harry frowned and sat down beside Voldemort. "You're right. He did seem a bit too interested in that."
"Not to mention the amount of attention he gave you," Snape said with a pointed look at Harry. He sat down on the opposite couch, reached for one of the wineglasses, and sipped it.
"Yeah." Harry reached for a glass as well and cradled it. "He seemed awfully determined to hire me, didn't he?"
"Hmm." Voldemort sipped his own glass. "I did not get a clear view into his mind, as his attention was on you most of the time, but what I did see does not please me."
Harry smiled. It really did pay off sometimes to have a lover who was an expert at Legilimency. "What did you see?"
"A lust for power," Voldemort mused. "And a determination to uncover whatever secrets you are keeping, Harry, to learn whatever power you hold."
Harry snorted. "I'm a writer. He's going to be in for a disappointment, then."
"Don't be too sure of that," Voldemort said as he glanced at Harry with a thoughtful frown. "Between the three of us, we have plenty of secrets to keep."
Snape nodded and leaned forward. "I suggest we do not inform Croaker about our quest for Flamel's research. We will just have to search on our own."
"I agree," Voldemort said. "We must tread carefully around this man." He narrowed his eyes at Harry. "Especially you, my little horcrux."
"Sure," Harry said with a shrug. "So is that why I'm now suddenly the new assistant flying instructor?"
Snape chuckled while Voldemort grinned at him and said, "Did it take you this long to figure that out?"
"No," Harry muttered and sank back into the couch.
Voldemort patted his thigh. "It seemed the best solution once we established that Croaker had an unhealthy fascination with us. Now we can combine our forces and make quick work of our quest without drawing Croaker's attention to us."
"Yeah, I guess," Harry said and took a swig of his wine. Then he sighed. "We should have known things wouldn't go as planned when we came here."
"Well," Voldemort said with a chuckle. "At least it keeps life interesting, doesn't it?"
Harry snorted, but before he could say anything, there was an owl tapping its beak against one of the windows. Snape got up to open the window and a handful of owls flew inside. They all received scrolls, and Harry groaned when he opened his.
"It's from my publisher. He's requesting I do a book signing in Flourish & Blotts this weekend."
Voldemort held up his own scroll triumphantly. "So is mine!"
Snape, who was busy reading a scroll of his own, briefly glanced at Harry. "You can always call it off and visit the Weasleys instead."
Swallowing, Harry rolled up his scroll. "Maybe a book signing might not be so bad."
----
Half of wizarding Britain had gathered in Flourish & Blotts that next Saturday, or so it seemed. Harry was seated behind a table, his books spread out across the surface in a colourful display, and a long line of wizards and witches of all ages waited patiently to meet him. Voldemort was seated at a table just a small distance away from Harry, and there was an equally long line of people waiting for him.
Snape stood to the side, quietly keeping an eye on their surroundings as Harry and Voldemort signed book after book. He'd already had his moment in the spotlight the day before when he'd given a few interviews about his potions inventions with journalists from all over Britain, including a charming young lady who was writing a profile about him and his relationship with Harry Potter for Witch Weekly (much to Harry's horror and Voldemort's amusement).
"Thanks," Harry said, as he handed the book he'd just signed to a plump witch called Esmeralda. She giggled and made way for the next person. Harry reached for his glass of water, took a sip, and almost choked to death when he saw who was standing in front of his table.
"Well, well, Mr Potter." Lucius Malfoy stared down at him, looking as impeccably dressed as he'd always been.
"Lucius," Harry managed to say once he'd recovered from his coughing fit. "How was Azkaban?"
Much to Harry's surprise, Lucius only sniffed in response. "It could use better room service, but otherwise my stay was not entirely unpleasant."
Harry gaped at him just as a hand touched his shoulder. Snape had stepped up behind him.
"Lucius," Snape said with a curt nod, though his hand did not leave Harry's shoulder.
"Severus." Lucius inclined his head. "How fortunate to see you here. Narcissa and I were wondering if you and your," he glanced down at Harry for a second, "partner were interested in dinner tomorrow at the mansion. It has been too long, after all."
Harry glanced at Voldemort, and while Voldemort seemed busy signing a book for a bearded wizard, Harry knew he was aware of the situation. Nothing much ever slipped past him.
"That is very kind of you to invite us, Lucius," Snape said pleasantly enough. "But we already had plans with our good friend for tomorrow." And Snape nodded in Voldemort's direction.
Lucius turned to look at Voldemort, and Harry's heart missed a few beats, but there was no recognition on his face. Instead, Lucius sneered. "Ah, yes, the famed wizarding scholar. Draco seems quite taken with his work." Lucius nodded his head in the direction of Voldemort's line, and only now did Harry notice Draco standing there, a few of Voldemort's books in his arms, as he waited patiently for his turn. "I suppose we could extend our invitation to your friend, if he were so inclined to join us."
"I'm sure he will be," Snape said. "We'll inform him."
"Tomorrow then, at seven." Lucius managed a tight smile. "Good day, Severus, Harry." And with that, he turned around on his heels and disappeared into the crowd.
Harry released a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and glanced up at Snape, but Snape's closed expression told him they'd discuss this later. Harry sipped his water again, carefully this time, and smiled up at the next wizard in line.
Over the next hour, Harry saw a few familiar faces. Old classmates and others he knew from school; Seamus and Dean, Lavender and Parvati, Cho Chang, Zacharias Smith and even Colin Creevey (who gave him a particularly bright smile). They exchanged pleasant greetings while he signed their books, and Harry was genuinely pleased to see that so many people he'd known seemed to be doing well. And as he glanced at Voldemort a time or two, he reminded himself this was why he'd made his deal, after all. So that everyone could go on with their lives and find happiness without worrying about another war looming on the horizon.
Yes, all in all, Harry was quite satisfied with his return to the spotlight in Britain. Except for Lucius' unexpected visit, the whole afternoon had been very pleasant indeed.
That was, until he noticed a few redheads in the crowd. Harry swallowed and found it suddenly hard to breathe. He heard some movement beside him and saw from the corner of his eye that Snape walked over to the Weasleys. He absently signed his book for an older wizard named Henry, and kept half an eye on Snape, who offered a polite greeting to Mr and Mrs Weasley.
Mr Weasley shook his hand with a happy smile, and, much to Harry's amazement, Mrs Weasley gave him a hug. Snape went rigid under the smothering attention, and despite the unease he felt, Harry snickered. He exchanged an amused glance with Voldemort, who shook his head and went on with signing.
A few signed books later, and the Weasleys stood in front of him. Mrs Weasley leaned over the table and gave him a hug.
"Harry," she said as she pulled back and looked at him with obvious motherly affection. "You look great. It's so good to see you again."
"You, too," Harry managed to say with only a small crack in his voice.
Mr Weasley shook his hand, and then Fred and George pushed their way forward and clapped his shoulders and gently scolded him for not having visited their store yet.
"You have to come to the Burrow," Mrs Weasley said, as Harry signed a few books for her. "How about tomorrow?"
"Unfortunately we already have a commitment for tomorrow," Snape said smoothly from his spot beside Harry's table.
"Next week?" Mrs Weasley asked hopefully. "We'll invite the whole family."
Harry couldn't think of a reason to refuse them, and part of him longed to see the Burrow and its inhabitants again. They'd been such an important part of his life for so many years.
"I think we can manage that," he said, with a short glance in Snape's direction. Snape merely nodded his head.
"Wonderful!" Mrs Weasley touched his arm for a moment, and picked up her books. "We'll see you then, Harry. So good to have you back." And with that, the Weasleys made way for more of his eager fans.
Well, that hadn't been too bad, Harry mused as he signed another book. He'd survived his initial encounter with the Weasleys. Now he could only hope he'd survive a genuine visit with them as well.
----
"The Malfoys? Really, Severus, the Malfoys?" Harry fumed as he grabbed three glasses off one of the kitchen shelves and slammed them onto the kitchen table.
Snape unpacked the Chinese takeaway they had opted for after they had finished up their business in Diagon Alley and silently placed the cartons on the kitchen table.
"Well?" Harry put his hands on his hips and glared at Snape.
"Well what, Harry?" Snape asked without a care in the world.
"The Malfoys!" Harry threw himself into a chair and hardly even acknowledged Voldemort, who looked at him with an amused smile and filled their glasses with orange juice.
"We were invited to dinner," Snape said reasonably as he seated himself opposite of Harry. "We accepted. I'm sure even you can understand such a simple concept."
"Oh, don't start with that now." Harry narrowed his eyes at Snape. "You know as well as I do, this is far more than just a simple dinner invitation. Those bastards have had it in for me for years."
Snape snorted. "As opposed to some people you've been living with for over a decade, you mean?" And he looked pointedly at Voldemort, who managed an offended look that almost seemed real.
"That's different and you know it. The Malfoys might very well want to lure us to their mansion to get some revenge," Harry said, unable to comprehend why Snape was taking this all in so fucking calmly.
"They're not going to try to hurt us, my little horcrux," Voldemort said as he reached for a carton of fried rice.
"And how would you know?" Harry asked, and snatched the carton of sweet and sour pork away before Snape could reach for it.
"Because they extended their invitation in public." Voldemort gave Harry a look that clearly said he should have figured that out by himself. "If something were to happen to any of us, they would be the first under suspicion, and with Lucius' criminal record, he'd end up in Azkaban for life. You really think the Malfoys don't realize that?"
"Well," Harry said, and poked his chopstick in the pork. "Maybe. But why else would they invite us?"
"Because they want a piece of our pie," Snape said, and took a bite of his noodles.
"Huh?"
Snape rolled his eyes. "Stop thinking like a Gryffindor."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you should stop thinking about yourself, and start thinking about the Malfoys. What's in it for them?" Snape leaned over just a bit and narrowed his eyes at Harry. "Both Lucius and Draco have spent time in Azkaban. Their good - and I use the term loosely - name has been damaged by it. Now they have a chance to socialize with the hero of the wizarding world. Even you should be able to understand this concept with your limited capabilities."
Huffing, Harry leaned back in his chair. "All right. They want to play nice with me. I get it. But why did you accept the invitation? What's in it for us?"
Snape smirked, just as Voldemort said, "Now that is the question, isn't it?" And then they both remained silent and Harry groaned in frustration. He hated it when his lovers did this to him, when they knew something he didn't and took great pleasure in seeing him struggle to find the answer.
"I do believe he's too much of a Gryffindor to figure it out," Snape said to Voldemort.
"Yes, he lets his emotions get in the way yet again," Voldemort said agreeably.
"I hate you both," Harry muttered and crossed his arms.