The World Keeps Its Own Secrets - Chapter 6
Title: The World Keeps Its Own Secrets
Author: neddiheht
Rating: A possibly racey R in places
Pairing: Snarry (Severus Snape/Harry Potter)
Word count: 1812
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Severus Snape and all other characters, places, etc. from the Harry Potter universe are the property of J.K. Rowling. No claim of ownership is intended by this piece of fan fiction.
Summary: When Harry is sent back in time to avoid the killing curse, he finds himself in a mask of his own creation, faceless, voiceless, friendless, teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts for his sole confidante, Albus Dumbledore. But one of the professors is suspicious, and won't let the secrecy of the new Defense professor go.
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Severus tried to forget the kiss, and the words that had followed it. He'd tried to forget that the headmaster had given him the password to Evans's rooms months ago. Tried to pretend that he didn't ache for the touch of those lips against his again. This was silly. He'd never even seen the man, not really. And yet there was no denying the strength of the attraction that he felt for his fellow professor.
It was the silence that drove him to it, finally. Jamie had taken to eating alone in his rooms. There were no more teas. There were no more dinners. Severus was starved to hear that voice again. Not to listen to it echoing in sibilant tones through an open door while the man taught the intricacies of fighting dark magic, but the softness of it that he'd come to enjoy during tea and a game of chess or mah-jong. He managed to make it two weeks before taking matters into his own hands.
Flitwick had relieved him in the regular nightly patrol of the corridors an hour ago, but Severus hadn't found his way to the portrait leading to Professor Evans's suite. He'd been surprised to learn it was in the Gryffindor tower, and that itself gave him a grim foreboding. Evans had mentioned that it had been a Gryffindor who betrayed the Potter family... and that revelation had him just now fearful that it might be Sirius Black in the Gryffindor tower. Sirius Black who had betrayed his Lily, his dearest friend. Sirius Black with whom he'd had a torrid love affair once, before James had stolen him away. Love of James, anyway. James himself had always belonged to Lily, though they both allowed Black to hang on. To be the boy's godfather. Sirius Black, who Albus Dumbledore might just have it within his heart to forgive. The thought terrified him.
He had to hope. He knew Black's voice, knew the feel of his lips. Knew them too well. It had been Black's screams that accompanied his first ecstasy. Black's kisses that had wrapped their way around his heart. Lily had warned him. Known that it would end in heart break. Known that it would sour and turn into a hatred that would pull them all apart.
He stopped before the portrait and spoke the password, unwrapping wards as he spoke. And he kept unwrapping them... Evans didn't take chances. Gringotts had more security! Snape allowed his mouth to twist into a smile as he found his way through and expertly wrapped the wards back into place. The Dementor's cloak hung in the corner, the room done in the bright red and gold of the house. He glanced at the book shelves and was surprised to find a number of books on Quidditch as well as the expected volumes of dark magic and works on the defenses against it. A number of rare and ancient works on time travel and its effects also graced the shelves, protected by glamours as powerful as those that concealed the dark arts books. He was prepared then, if someone made it through.
Snape walked quietly through the suite, disarming wards and rearming them as he went until he stepped quietly into the bedroom. A red haired boy lay there. Or he was meant to think so. To think it was a Weasley. Severus held back his reaction and instead looked for the signs of glamour, and finding them unwove this one too, and left it unwoven.
The boy in the bed clutched at his forehead, tossing and turning. His pasty body dripped with perspiration, and the marks of tears ran down his cheeks. He was slight and pale, with just a hint of brown hair marking his chest. The scars on his arm were real, Snape noted, but his face... it was like looking at James Potter. The boy's cries grew worse as he screamed and held his hand against his forehead. His hair was long and a deep brown just this side of black, and it went untamed and wild, though attempts had clearly been made to tame it. His skin still had that bit of glow that spoke of youth, and yet the growth of beard that spoke of adulthood.
The boy was calling his name.
Severus remained calm. He knew what it probably meant. The hint of the scar he'd seen as the boy writhed in pain and nightmare. The resemblance to that man he'd hated. No wonder he hid. If Evans opened his eyes, Severus had no doubt he'd be staring into Lily's eyes. Silently Severus cursed Dumbledore. The boy had been right to hide. He'd have been known almost immediately. And there were many dark wizards who would just love to cast Avada Kedavra on this boy... on this man. This man who'd entranced him. This man who'd tried to be an island until Severus had forced him to stop.
This man that he was falling in love with. Severus felt his body shudder. He'd tried not to admit it to himself until now. That he'd grown too fond of the young professor to really consider it just a fascination.
Honesty. If that's what Jamie wanted, then that's what he'd get. Severus would follow his heart... just this once. Severus took a deep breath and slid out of his shoes, sliding under the covers to pull Jamie Evans into his arms and whisper soothing words to him. Jamie settled, but it didn't last. The nightmares came again, and Severus kept holding him. There were other names. There were screams of remembered pain. There were shudders and sweating and that electric feeling that Snape still feared to name as he held the young man. And finally there were sobs into his shoulder as Jamie woke. When he was done he pulled away and looked at Snape with those eyes, with Lily's eyes.
"Better?" asked Severus quietly.
"How did you?"
"Your wards were very good, Harry."
"My name is..."
"Harry Potter," said Severus. "Don't you dare sit there staring at me with my best friend's eyes and tell me a lie."
"Why did you have to push," said Harry, pushing him away. "I don't want people in danger again because of me."
"My duty is to throw myself in front of that danger and never let it harm you."
"And what if that duty gets you killed, Severus?" Harry looked down. "I get you killed, Severus."
"Then I will die having protected you. I would gladly have done it for Lily. I will do it gladly for you."
Harry looked him in the eyes. "I don't want you to die..."
"And you think I relish the idea? Dying for the son of a man I hated?"
"He gave you reason," said Harry quietly.
"You know then."
"I know I tried to stay away. I didn't want... It was so much easier not to want you when I hated you."
"To not feel this?" asked Severus, running the backs of his long fingers against Harry's cheek.
"But I do want you," said Harry glumly, as if it was the worst thing in the world.
"Do you think I would be here if I didn't share that desire?"
"I thought if you got through the wards... I thought you would see me and know who I was. I thought you would run and leave me to be alone."
"And now that I have not?"
Harry looked at him and hesitantly drew close to his face, tilting his head. It was an invitation, and Severus pushed aside his misgivings and took it, letting their lips meet, and move, and finally consenting to the demands of Harry's tongue when it demanded entrance. Hands moved against bodies, lips moved against lips, tongues danced in quiet ecstasy. When they finally broke away, both were breathless.
"We shouldn't be able to do that..." said Harry.
"Apparently we can," said Severus quietly. "I'd... I'd like to do more."
"Sev..."
"I'm falling in love with you, Harry," said Snape quietly.
"You must know how dangerous this is..."
Severus kissed him again, seriously on the lips. "I don't care."
"How very Gryffindor of you."
"Coming from you, I'm sure that was a compliment," he said, his lips going to work on Harry's neck.
"Severus... Merlin, Severus, we can't do this."
"Do you..." he sucked deeply on Harry's neck, leaving a mark, "really," he kissed him again, "want me to," he dragged his tongue lightly across Harry's nipple, "stop."
"Don't you dare!" said Harry, slipping his wand from under the pillow to spell away Snape's clothes. "Now... where were we..." Snape's tongue teased Harry's nipple sending Harry groaning. "Right... that's fucking brilliant. Who said anything about stopping!"
Severus didn't stop. He teased Harry to the brink with kisses and fluttered eye lashes and searing looks and the tease of his tongue against Harry's neck and chest. Finally when Harry lay begging beneath his touch, Severus slowly pulled off the red and gold boxers and freed Harry's manhood, swiftly swooping down upon it and devouring it, sliding swiftly up and down the length as Harry bucked like a wild animal, grasping wildly at the sheets. Severus felt it as Harry reached the point of no return, felt it as the boy's scrotum tightened and shrunk against the body, felt the spasms beginning. He felt the hot spurts of liquid spreading against the back of his throat, and still he did not stop until he had devoured it all.
He slid up Harry's body to kiss him and Harry's lips were ecstatic to thank him for the pleasure he'd received. "I..." Harry hesitated. "I want you... I mean. I... Dammit. I'm not good at this."
"You'd think you were a virgin, Harry."
Harry laughed. "You'd think..."
"Wait. Harry?"
"I was saving the world and trying to stay alive. When did I have time? But I want it to be you. Tonight. Please?"
"Harry..."
"The world owes both of us some happiness..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. No. But... Sev," he rested his hand against Snape's cheek. "You aren't the only one who was falling in love."
"It doesn't have to be tonight..." said Severus.
"I never know if I'll have more than today, Sev. I want you inside me. I want that," he pointed to Severus' hard masculinity, "buried to the hilt inside me. And I want you crying my name until you come."
"Demanding aren't you?"
"Severus... you don't have to..."
"Harry," he said grinding his hips into the young man, "clearly I want to. But you're... I mean."
"Please..."
"Is this truly what you want?"
Green eyes met black. "I love you, Sev."
Snape leaned down to entangle their lips once more and then slowly, gently, took the gift he had been offered before he offered himself in return.
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Author: neddiheht
Rating: A possibly racey R in places
Pairing: Snarry (Severus Snape/Harry Potter)
Word count: 1812
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Severus Snape and all other characters, places, etc. from the Harry Potter universe are the property of J.K. Rowling. No claim of ownership is intended by this piece of fan fiction.
Summary: When Harry is sent back in time to avoid the killing curse, he finds himself in a mask of his own creation, faceless, voiceless, friendless, teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts for his sole confidante, Albus Dumbledore. But one of the professors is suspicious, and won't let the secrecy of the new Defense professor go.
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Severus tried to forget the kiss, and the words that had followed it. He'd tried to forget that the headmaster had given him the password to Evans's rooms months ago. Tried to pretend that he didn't ache for the touch of those lips against his again. This was silly. He'd never even seen the man, not really. And yet there was no denying the strength of the attraction that he felt for his fellow professor.
It was the silence that drove him to it, finally. Jamie had taken to eating alone in his rooms. There were no more teas. There were no more dinners. Severus was starved to hear that voice again. Not to listen to it echoing in sibilant tones through an open door while the man taught the intricacies of fighting dark magic, but the softness of it that he'd come to enjoy during tea and a game of chess or mah-jong. He managed to make it two weeks before taking matters into his own hands.
Flitwick had relieved him in the regular nightly patrol of the corridors an hour ago, but Severus hadn't found his way to the portrait leading to Professor Evans's suite. He'd been surprised to learn it was in the Gryffindor tower, and that itself gave him a grim foreboding. Evans had mentioned that it had been a Gryffindor who betrayed the Potter family... and that revelation had him just now fearful that it might be Sirius Black in the Gryffindor tower. Sirius Black who had betrayed his Lily, his dearest friend. Sirius Black with whom he'd had a torrid love affair once, before James had stolen him away. Love of James, anyway. James himself had always belonged to Lily, though they both allowed Black to hang on. To be the boy's godfather. Sirius Black, who Albus Dumbledore might just have it within his heart to forgive. The thought terrified him.
He had to hope. He knew Black's voice, knew the feel of his lips. Knew them too well. It had been Black's screams that accompanied his first ecstasy. Black's kisses that had wrapped their way around his heart. Lily had warned him. Known that it would end in heart break. Known that it would sour and turn into a hatred that would pull them all apart.
He stopped before the portrait and spoke the password, unwrapping wards as he spoke. And he kept unwrapping them... Evans didn't take chances. Gringotts had more security! Snape allowed his mouth to twist into a smile as he found his way through and expertly wrapped the wards back into place. The Dementor's cloak hung in the corner, the room done in the bright red and gold of the house. He glanced at the book shelves and was surprised to find a number of books on Quidditch as well as the expected volumes of dark magic and works on the defenses against it. A number of rare and ancient works on time travel and its effects also graced the shelves, protected by glamours as powerful as those that concealed the dark arts books. He was prepared then, if someone made it through.
Snape walked quietly through the suite, disarming wards and rearming them as he went until he stepped quietly into the bedroom. A red haired boy lay there. Or he was meant to think so. To think it was a Weasley. Severus held back his reaction and instead looked for the signs of glamour, and finding them unwove this one too, and left it unwoven.
The boy in the bed clutched at his forehead, tossing and turning. His pasty body dripped with perspiration, and the marks of tears ran down his cheeks. He was slight and pale, with just a hint of brown hair marking his chest. The scars on his arm were real, Snape noted, but his face... it was like looking at James Potter. The boy's cries grew worse as he screamed and held his hand against his forehead. His hair was long and a deep brown just this side of black, and it went untamed and wild, though attempts had clearly been made to tame it. His skin still had that bit of glow that spoke of youth, and yet the growth of beard that spoke of adulthood.
The boy was calling his name.
Severus remained calm. He knew what it probably meant. The hint of the scar he'd seen as the boy writhed in pain and nightmare. The resemblance to that man he'd hated. No wonder he hid. If Evans opened his eyes, Severus had no doubt he'd be staring into Lily's eyes. Silently Severus cursed Dumbledore. The boy had been right to hide. He'd have been known almost immediately. And there were many dark wizards who would just love to cast Avada Kedavra on this boy... on this man. This man who'd entranced him. This man who'd tried to be an island until Severus had forced him to stop.
This man that he was falling in love with. Severus felt his body shudder. He'd tried not to admit it to himself until now. That he'd grown too fond of the young professor to really consider it just a fascination.
Honesty. If that's what Jamie wanted, then that's what he'd get. Severus would follow his heart... just this once. Severus took a deep breath and slid out of his shoes, sliding under the covers to pull Jamie Evans into his arms and whisper soothing words to him. Jamie settled, but it didn't last. The nightmares came again, and Severus kept holding him. There were other names. There were screams of remembered pain. There were shudders and sweating and that electric feeling that Snape still feared to name as he held the young man. And finally there were sobs into his shoulder as Jamie woke. When he was done he pulled away and looked at Snape with those eyes, with Lily's eyes.
"Better?" asked Severus quietly.
"How did you?"
"Your wards were very good, Harry."
"My name is..."
"Harry Potter," said Severus. "Don't you dare sit there staring at me with my best friend's eyes and tell me a lie."
"Why did you have to push," said Harry, pushing him away. "I don't want people in danger again because of me."
"My duty is to throw myself in front of that danger and never let it harm you."
"And what if that duty gets you killed, Severus?" Harry looked down. "I get you killed, Severus."
"Then I will die having protected you. I would gladly have done it for Lily. I will do it gladly for you."
Harry looked him in the eyes. "I don't want you to die..."
"And you think I relish the idea? Dying for the son of a man I hated?"
"He gave you reason," said Harry quietly.
"You know then."
"I know I tried to stay away. I didn't want... It was so much easier not to want you when I hated you."
"To not feel this?" asked Severus, running the backs of his long fingers against Harry's cheek.
"But I do want you," said Harry glumly, as if it was the worst thing in the world.
"Do you think I would be here if I didn't share that desire?"
"I thought if you got through the wards... I thought you would see me and know who I was. I thought you would run and leave me to be alone."
"And now that I have not?"
Harry looked at him and hesitantly drew close to his face, tilting his head. It was an invitation, and Severus pushed aside his misgivings and took it, letting their lips meet, and move, and finally consenting to the demands of Harry's tongue when it demanded entrance. Hands moved against bodies, lips moved against lips, tongues danced in quiet ecstasy. When they finally broke away, both were breathless.
"We shouldn't be able to do that..." said Harry.
"Apparently we can," said Severus quietly. "I'd... I'd like to do more."
"Sev..."
"I'm falling in love with you, Harry," said Snape quietly.
"You must know how dangerous this is..."
Severus kissed him again, seriously on the lips. "I don't care."
"How very Gryffindor of you."
"Coming from you, I'm sure that was a compliment," he said, his lips going to work on Harry's neck.
"Severus... Merlin, Severus, we can't do this."
"Do you..." he sucked deeply on Harry's neck, leaving a mark, "really," he kissed him again, "want me to," he dragged his tongue lightly across Harry's nipple, "stop."
"Don't you dare!" said Harry, slipping his wand from under the pillow to spell away Snape's clothes. "Now... where were we..." Snape's tongue teased Harry's nipple sending Harry groaning. "Right... that's fucking brilliant. Who said anything about stopping!"
Severus didn't stop. He teased Harry to the brink with kisses and fluttered eye lashes and searing looks and the tease of his tongue against Harry's neck and chest. Finally when Harry lay begging beneath his touch, Severus slowly pulled off the red and gold boxers and freed Harry's manhood, swiftly swooping down upon it and devouring it, sliding swiftly up and down the length as Harry bucked like a wild animal, grasping wildly at the sheets. Severus felt it as Harry reached the point of no return, felt it as the boy's scrotum tightened and shrunk against the body, felt the spasms beginning. He felt the hot spurts of liquid spreading against the back of his throat, and still he did not stop until he had devoured it all.
He slid up Harry's body to kiss him and Harry's lips were ecstatic to thank him for the pleasure he'd received. "I..." Harry hesitated. "I want you... I mean. I... Dammit. I'm not good at this."
"You'd think you were a virgin, Harry."
Harry laughed. "You'd think..."
"Wait. Harry?"
"I was saving the world and trying to stay alive. When did I have time? But I want it to be you. Tonight. Please?"
"Harry..."
"The world owes both of us some happiness..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. No. But... Sev," he rested his hand against Snape's cheek. "You aren't the only one who was falling in love."
"It doesn't have to be tonight..." said Severus.
"I never know if I'll have more than today, Sev. I want you inside me. I want that," he pointed to Severus' hard masculinity, "buried to the hilt inside me. And I want you crying my name until you come."
"Demanding aren't you?"
"Severus... you don't have to..."
"Harry," he said grinding his hips into the young man, "clearly I want to. But you're... I mean."
"Please..."
"Is this truly what you want?"
Green eyes met black. "I love you, Sev."
Snape leaned down to entangle their lips once more and then slowly, gently, took the gift he had been offered before he offered himself in return.
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