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Deep in the Shallows
Harry thrust his muddy hands into the pockets of his robes, trying to surreptitiously rub them clean on the lining, but Snape was having none of it. "Potter! Come with me!" he ordered and he wasn't waiting for an answer.
Snape yanked Harry's left wrist from his pocket, still covered in mud, and dragged Harry down the spiral staircase to the dungeons, not releasing him for a moment. Snape's longer legs meant his stride was so much bigger than Harry's and Harry had to struggle to keep up with him, otherwise he feared he would have tumbled down the stairs.
Snape pushed his office door open and shoved Harry inside before locking and bolting the door.
"Sit!"
Snape pushed Harry to the chair by the teacher's desk. Snape leaned over him, his hands pressing on the back of the chair, effectively trapping Harry in it. "Your head was seen in Hogsmeade today, Potter. Your head doesn't have permission to be in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade!" Snape's face was flushed with anger and his eyes were glittering like wet coal as he stared down at Harry. Harry felt almost as if he could feel the wizarding power emanating from his teacher. Sometimes Snape gave the impression that he could read Harry's mind.
Harry opened his mouth, and then shut it again when nothing but a squeak emerged. Snape couldn't know. Not really. It was just coincidence that Snape had been standing by the exit to the one-eyed witch's passageway. But then again, the way Snape was looking so intently at him reminded Harry of all the times when he thought for sure that Snape must know. That he could see straight through Harry and down to all the secrets he thought he'd hidden so well.
"Don't bother to deny it, Potter. I know you were there! Have you any idea the lengths the Headmaster has gone to in order to protect you? And you throw it back in his face! Hogsmeade is crawling with Dementors and off you go just because you feel you're missing out! The Dark Lord has returned thanks to that stupid diary and you go haring off to Hogsmeade because you think you're like your friends! Sirius Black is on the loose ready to bring you to the Dark Lord as an offering and you are making it easy for him! Just how stupid are you, Potter?"
Harry didn't answer. He couldn't. Snape was right. How could he have been so foolish as to put his friends in danger like that? Sirius Black had murdered thirteen Muggles without a thought; was he really going to let schoolchildren stand in his way if he'd seen Harry? Ron and Hermione could have died and it would have been Harry's fault. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley didn't need to lose any more of their children. Ginny had died and Voldemort had returned and it was Harry's fault.
"For once, the Headmaster and I are in perfect agreement concerning you. You need to be taken in hand and he has insisted that I am the best person for the job. I am to be your mentor."
"My what?" asked Harry, wishing Snape would move away from him. It was disconcerting having the man so close… Snape was so close their noses were almost touching. Harry was going cross-eyed trying to see the man's face.
"Really, Potter. Your vocabulary is sorely lacking if you do not even know what a mentor is!"
"No, sir, I don't," said Harry. He'd missed so much primary school due to the bruises and the stays in hospital that it was a wonder he could even read and write never mind anything else. Harry had never heard of the word before and had no idea of its meaning. He could never wield words with such precision as Snape.
"A mentor is someone who will help you to grow up and because it's you, I will also be helping to train you to defeat the Dark Lord. You do realise it's up to you, don't you, Potter?"
"Yes, sir. Dumbledore told me."
"Professor Dumbledore. Yes, the wizarding world's hope rests on your shoulders, thin though they are. I will be teaching you subjects that are not offered on the Hogwarts curriculum."
"Oh, you mean like how Professor Lupin is going to help me fight off Dementors?" asked Harry. The Defence professor had promised Harry some lessons for after the holidays. Harry shuddered as he remembered their cold, rattling breath and his mother's final screams...
"No, Potter. You will not be receiving any extra lessons from anyone other than me, especially not from that – from that man!" Snape sneered and leaned so close to Harry's face that Harry felt suddenly as if he couldn't breathe. Sweat prickled on the back of his neck and oh God, why was he getting hard now? It sometimes happened and he touched himself late at night in the dark, but he couldn't very well do that in front of Snape! Harry wished again the man would move away from him, but Snape wasn't moving. Harry shifted uncomfortably in the chair and swallowed rather loudly.
"These extra lessons are extremely sensitive, Potter, which is why you will tell no one about them. Not your little friends, not any of your other teachers. In order to make sure that you don't accidentally slip up and let it out by accident, I will bind you to me as my apprentice. For five years you will be under my tutelage and protection. An apprentice can never reveal his Master's secrets."
"Five years?" squawked Harry, wondering how he could even bear five hours in Snape's company.
"Yes, Potter. Five years. That is the traditional term of a wizarding apprenticeship. Professor Dumbledore has already approved it; all you have to do is sign the contract."
Finally, finally, Snape moved away, but he returned a few moments later bearing parchment, quills and ink. He set them down on the desk and turned it so that Harry could read it. "Read it and then sign it here," said Snape, pointing to a line at the bottom marked with a red 'X'. Snape was now standing behind him, breathing softly on the nape of Harry's neck, which was doing nothing to help diminish his arousal. Harry skimmed the contract and hastily scrawled his name at the bottom. Snape leaned over him in order to sign his own name and the parchment winked out of existence in a flash of golden light.
"Tonight will be your first lesson, Potter. Don't be late."
"No, sir," said Harry.
***
At eight o'clock on the dot, there was a knock on Severus' office door. Severus despaired sometimes at how easily Potter took things at face value. Mention that it was all approved and requested by the Headmaster and Potter had voiced no objections at all! He'd barely even looked at the contract he'd signed! Albus wanted Severus to mentor Harry. In everything. It was the everything that was giving Severus pause. How was he supposed to teach a thirteen year old sex magic? What was worse was that Severus had already had sexual fantasies about the boy but never in his wildest dreams had he thought Albus would give him the Potter boy to do with as he wished. He really should have been more careful what he wished for.
Severus had made Harry sign the traditional contract just in case the news ever got out, as the contract did specify that it was up to the Master what he taught his apprentice. Mind you, most apprentices were already of age when they took up their apprenticeship.
He opened the door and let the boy in. Potter stood in the middle of the floor, still wearing his Gryffindor colours. "Take off your robe and your tie, I don't want to see Gryffindor colours every night," said Severus. "Next time, don't even bother to wear them."
"We're having lessons every night?" Potter asked, his mouth agape. Pink lips looking like ripened strawberries stood stark against the paleness of his face. He'd always looked pale, which made his emerald eyes stand out so much more than they ever had in Lily's sunburnt face.
"Didn't you read the contract, Potter? Yes, we are having lessons every night. Any day now the Dark Lord could attack and you are nowhere ready to face him. Time is of the essence."
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
Severus arched an eyebrow at him. Potter had never been this respectful to him in ordinary classes, but then Severus was usually baiting him into misbehaving so that he could see the angry flush on his cheeks. How many nights had he pleasured himself picturing the boy just like that?
"Sit down," Severus waved him into a chair and hovered over him. It was gratifying to see the way the boy flushed and his breathing got even heavier. "Tonight I am going to attempt to teach you Occlumency. Have you ever heard of it?"
"No, sir."
"Occlumency is a magical skill which will help shield your mind against external penetration. The Dark Lord is a skilled Legilimens. What this means is that he can control someone else's mind. He can send them false dreams or visions, drive them insane just by using his mind. We all know he has a particular interest in you so you will need to be able to defend against such forays. Occlumency will help you do this. Clear your mind, concentrate. I will attempt to penetrate your mind and you will attempt to push me out."
Severus removed his wand from his robe pocket and cast the spell at Potter.
"Legilimens!"
Merlin, it was too easy. Potter had no mental blocks in place at all! Most people had some basic shields even if they didn't exactly know what they were doing. There was nothing that prevented Severus from accessing every part of the boy's mind and he did just that, skimming memories here and there at random, as that was the way Potter's mind was organised. No discipline at all. That would also have to change soon.
Potter, high up in a tree while a dog barked madly beneath him; Potter, hiding under a bed; Potter, staring aghast as he saw Hagrid for the first time; Potter, in one of the school bathrooms, his hand wrapped around his cock, his back leaning against the door of the stall. Severus stopped and watched the rest of that memory unfold; he hadn't intended to be a voyeur tonight but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity that had presented itself.
Potter's prick wasn't exactly large, it was obvious the boy was never going to be tall, but it wasn't tiny either and from the breathy moans Potter was emitting in the memory, it was certainly giving him lots of pleasure. Potter's trousers and underwear were pushed down to his thighs; Severus could see clearly the outline of dark wispy hair around his groin although his thighs and his stomach were still quite smooth.
As Severus remembered being at thirteen, Harry was in a hurry to come. He grunted with effort; his hand flying so quickly over his cock that it was nothing but a blur. Potter bit his other hand when he started coming, so much seed flying out and at such a speed that some if it hit the wall opposite where Potter was standing.
Suddenly, Severus felt his head splitting in two as he was pushed from the memory.
"That's private!" yelled Potter; his angry flush returning. Severus wanted to lick his cheeks but reined in the urge.
"Exactly, Potter! Unless you want the Dark Lord to know all of your innermost secrets, you must control your emotions! Let nothing penetrate your mind at all!"
"How? You didn't tell me how!"
"It's instinctive! You're supposed to know how to clear your own mind, Potter!"
Potter slumped in the chair, sweat dripping down his face. When Severus glanced at the clock on the far wall of his office; he saw that over an hour had passed. No wonder the boy was sweating. The scent was intoxicating and Severus inhaled deeply. Watching Potter masturbate in the bathroom had left him feeling rather aroused himself.
Severus shook his head as if arguing with himself. "No, you're too young," he said softly.
"I'm not too young! What is it?" demanded Harry.
"There is something that we might use in order to help clear your mind, but it isn't very appropriate."
"What is it? I'll do it, I'll try!"
"Tell me, Mr. Potter, what is the extent of your knowledge about sexual matters?"
Harry blushed and stammered out. "Er … er. Not a lot really," he admitted.
Severus was surprised he'd even mentioned that. "In your memory, I saw you touching yourself."
"I'm sorry. I won't do it anymore. I know we're not supposed to."
"Not supposed to? Who told you that?"
"My … my uncle," said Harry softly. "He said I'd go blind or it would fall off if I kept doing that."
Severus snorted. "The man is a Muggle, Harry, and doesn't understand anything about magic. There is magic in sexual congress; there is normally more if two people are involved, but there can be a time for solo exploration as well. When you touch yourself, how do you feel? What are you thinking?"
Harry blushed even more at that, but wonder of wonders, he was answering the question. "I'm – I'm not really thinking about anything. Just how good it feels."
"Very well, then we will use that as a tool. Every night before you go to sleep I want you to masturbate and clear your mind. It should be become easier and easier each time you do it."
"Masturbate?" asked Harry with wide-eyed innocence.
"Like you were doing in the memory, touching yourself until you come."
"Oh," Harry breathed. "I didn't know it had a name."
Severus tried his best not to roll his eyes but it was difficult. He hadn't realised Harry would be such an innocent in sexual matters. How was he supposed to bring up the subject of sex magic when Harry didn't even know about normal sex?
"Our lesson is finished for tonight, Potter."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." The boy headed towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
Harry's eyebrows rose up. "Back to my dorm?" He said it as if even he wasn't sure.
"Potter, you didn't read that contract properly. For the next five years you will be staying with me, it is too dangerous for you in the dorms. How are underage wizards supposed to protect you if anything happens? You are under my protection now, Potter. You will be staying here."
Severus waved his wand at one of the shelves, which shimmered and disappeared, revealing the entrance to his private quarters. It was so tempting to take Harry straight to his bed, but Severus knew that Harry was nowhere ready for that yet, so he led Harry to the spare bedroom which until now had been used to house his extra books.
"Here is your room, Potter. I expect you to keep it clean and tidy at all times; I do not allow house elves in the dungeons except to collect laundry. I will collect your belongings tomorrow. For now, you can borrow one of my nightshirts." Severus accioed one to him and handed it to Potter. The boy's hands were shaking as he took it.
Potter was shocked speechless for a few moments.
"But, sir. My friends ... they're expecting me back."
"What? They'll think the nasty greasy git has done something to you? Not to worry, Potter. The Headmaster will tell your friends that are undergoing extra training and you will no longer be sleeping in the dorms. For the next five years this is your home. Get used to it."
"Won't I be going back to the Dursleys in the summer?"
"No. You're my responsibility now. You will never see those people again."
The tears that Severus had been expecting all evening began to fall then, but what was even more surprising was that Potter wrapped his arms around Severus' waist and thanked him!
"Thank you, sir. Thank you!" Harry sobbed.
"Bed," said Severus gruffly, having to stop himself from reaching out and caressing the messy hair.
***
"Ah, Harry, do come in," said the Headmaster, his blue eyes twinkling over the rim of his glasses. Harry sat down on one of the armchairs that dotted Dumbledore's study and felt himself sinking so far down that he was afraid he might have drowned in the stuffing. "As you know, with the attacks getting more and more frequent, I'm afraid we can't allow you to accept the Weasleys' invitation to stay with them over the Christmas holidays."
"I know, sir. I understand."
"That's very mature of you, Harry. It must still be disappointing though, not being with your friends."
Harry shrugged. Better he was disappointed that he couldn't spend Christmas with them than to have them murdered because he was staying there.
"Professor Snape has therefore asked me for permission to take you away for the holidays to his home. Since I know the wards on Snape Grange are as good if not better than those at the castle, I'm inclined to agree. You haven't been away from school for so long, Harry, I'm sure you could do with the change of scenery."
"Professor Snape wants me to spend Christmas with him? He never said anything about it."
"He wanted it to be a surprise."
"Oh!" Snape wanted to surprise him? That was ... unexpected. Nice even. But Snape didn't do nice, did he?
"How are your extra lessons with him going, Harry?"
"I can't really talk about them, Professor," said Harry, willing himself not to blush. He'd done what he'd been ordered to, masturbating every night before sleep and his Occlumency was improving. He'd had to improve quickly; otherwise Snape might have seen that Harry was having fantasies of the man while he did it! Their training didn't help stop that either. When they were duelling, sometimes Snape would stand behind him, holding his arm and correcting his stance and all Harry could think of was how those elegant fingers might feel touching him in other places. Private places.
Of course Snape never praised him except for the occasional, "Not as bad as it could be, Potter." In Harry’s mind this from Snape was like a pat on the back. Snape had taught him Occlumency, Legilimency and duelling, both wizard and Muggle, with lots of training in fencing and martial arts. There were spells that Harry was sure the Headmaster wouldn't approve of, but it wouldn't matter because he couldn't tell anyone about them. Harry knew deep down that to defeat Voldemort it was going to take more than a Cheering Charm or a Jelly-Legs Jinx, but he was still a little uncomfortable learning things that he suspected were Dark Arts.
"That's fine, Harry. Professor Snape has been keeping me apprised of your progress."
Oh, Harry should have realised that just because he wasn't allowed to divulge anything about their lessons because he was the apprentice, he should have realised that Snape wouldn't be held to the same magics as he was the Master and could probably do what he liked. Harry just hoped Snape wasn't telling the headmaster how Harry was getting so good at Occlumency.
"So would you like to spend Christmas at Snape Grange, Harry?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you."
"Very well. I'll organise a Portkey for you both tomorrow." Dumbledore began writing something on parchment and Harry guessed that was his dismissal.
"Goodnight, Professor," Harry called back from the doorway.
"Goodnight, dear boy."
***
Harry fell to his knees in the snow as the Portkey deposited them in the grounds of Snape Grange. He was feeling sick and dizzy, not having used a Portkey before and he hoped he would never have to again. Dusk was falling and with it an extra layer of snow that melted quickly once it landed on their cloaks.
"Are you all right, Harry?" asked Snape, holding out a gloved hand to help Harry up from the ground. Harry accepted the hand, despite his surprise that Snape was being solicitous about his welfare. He'd been staying with the professor for almost a month now and Snape had never seemed this concerned before. Maybe he was being nice because it was Christmas.
"I'm fine. Thank you, sir."
Harry had seen pictures of Malfoy Manor sometimes in the Daily Prophet but once he'd stood up on the driveway leading up to Snape Grange, Harry had the impression that Malfoy Manor would have fitted into Snape Grange ten times over. The house was enormous. Five stories rose up in front of them with too many windows to count. Most were alight and there were some coloured lights along the ridge of the roof.
Snape marched them both to the front door, their trunks levitating behind them. "Take off your gloves and press your bare hands against the wood. The wards need to recognise you."
Harry nodded and did as he was told; he guessed the wards would have done him some damage if he didn't.
Once that was done, Snape made some complicated wand movements at the doorway before it shimmered gold and silver, the door opening for them. Inside was a marble hallway with a sweeping staircase leading up from both the left and the right. Crystal chandeliers alight with candles hung down from the ceiling and there were more gilded mirrors and fancy ornaments than Harry had ever seen in his life.
At the foot of the stairs, stood a tall, balding man dressed in grey pin-striped trousers, white shirt, navy waistcoat and a navy cravat. "Welcome home, Master Severus."
"Thank you, Mason. This is Harry. Please show him to his room. We will be having dinner at eight."
"Very good, Master. This way, Master Harry," said the man who Harry could only assume was the butler, turning and heading up the right hand staircase. Snape had a butler? Snape was as rich as the Malfoys? What on Earth was he doing teaching at a boarding school if he had this other life? Mason waved his wand at Harry's trunk and levitated it up the stairs in front of him. Harry hurried to catch up with him.
"Oh and Harry?" Snape called. Harry turned his hand on the banister. "We dress formally for dinner."
Harry nodded and hurried after the butler, following him down a maze of corridors until he stopped at an elaborately carved wooden door. There were carvings of centaurs and unicorns along with flowers and other plants all around it, although the middle was plain except for a heavy lock underneath the handle. Harry hoped Snape didn't intend to lock him in his room. He'd never done it at school, but you never could tell what the man might do from one moment to the next.
The butler pushed open the door and set Harry's trunk down by the foot of the four poster bed. The bedposts had the same sort of carvings as the door, but the bedspread and curtains were dark red with embroidered Golden Snitches on them. As Harry looked around the room, he realised there were Quidditch posters adorning the walls as well, as if Snape had decorated this room just for him, knowing how much he liked Quidditch. And there in an alcove, as if it had been made just for her, was his owl.
"Hedwig!" gasped Harry and ran over to pet her.
"Your bathroom is through there," said Mason, pointing to another door. "Do you need anything else, Master Harry?" asked the butler. Harry blushed at being so addressed but wasn't sure he could say anything without upsetting Snape. His staff probably had to follow his rules, just like the students did.
"No, thank you. I'll just get ready for dinner."
"Very well. Good evening." Mason bowed to him and left his room. Harry opened his trunk and looked through his clothes in despair. It was all right for Snape to say they dressed formally for dinner, but Harry had nothing decent besides his school uniform and robes. All Dudley's old clothes were threadbare or faded from too many washes and all of them were far too big for Harry. He sighed. He'd just take a shower and wear one of his uniforms, at least they fitted him properly but he knew Snape was bound to complain about it. Better that than let anyone see the state of his other clothes.
After his shower, Harry took another half an hour to find the dining room because the house was so big. At a glossy wooden table; Snape was already seated wearing dress robes of midnight blue with silver snakes embroidered on the lapels. Three candelabra sat in the middle of the table as well as lanterns along the walls. Mason was busy at a sideboard getting out plates, cutlery and glasses. Silver domed dishes were already on the table.
Snape's eyes raked over Harry's attire and he clucked his tongue. "Formal does not mean your uniform, Harry. Have you no dress robes?"
"No, sir."
"Well, we'll add them to the list then."
"List?"
"I'm taking you shopping tomorrow. I've seen some of the clothes you've been wearing when not in uniform. Such loose clothes may be all right in the Muggle world but in the wizarding world it's positively indecent. No apprentice of mine will be seen in such rags in future, are we clear?"
"Yes, sir." Harry felt his face heat. He was ashamed that anyone had seen him in such awful clothes, especially Snape.
"Sit down," said Snape, waving Harry into a chair beside him. There were so many different knives, forks and spoons set out at his place that Harry didn't know what to use first. He lifted the snow white linen napkin and tucked it into his collar. Snape rolled his eyes. "Really, Potter. A napkin is draped over one's lap, like this." Snape removed his own napkin and shook it out, folding it in two before draping it over his thighs.
Blushing furiously, Harry untucked his from his collar and did the same. "It seems I will have a lot to teach you. Don't be upset, Harry. If no one told you these things before, how were you supposed to know? We will be having soup first. This is the soup spoon; the other one is a dessert spoon. We sip soup, we do not slurp."
"Yes, sir," Harry agreed as Mason placed bowls under his nose and Snape's.
The rest of the dinner went in much the same fashion, with Snape explaining what every knife or fork was for. Who knew there were so many? There was a fish knife, a butter knife, a steak knife. Salad forks, cake forks. What surprised Harry most though was how patient Snape was being with him. No one had ever thought to teach Harry any table manners before; until he'd come to Hogwarts he'd never eaten at a table.
"When you're finished with your meal but you haven't eaten everything on your plate, leave your knife and fork on it lined up together. That will let the waiter or servant know you have finished. If you haven't finished eating and just want a rest, just cross your cutlery over one another."
"I wish someone had told me all this before."
"Ignorance is not a crime, Harry. You're learning now and you'll always be learning things. Life is full of knowledge. Mason, we'll have some coffee and hot chocolate in the drawing room."
"Very well, sir," replied Mason as he cleared the table with a wave of his wand.
"This way, Harry," said Snape, leading Harry into another room which led off from the dining room.
"Wow!" exclaimed Harry when he saw the enormous Christmas tree. Hundreds of etched glass baubles hung suspended on the branches, as did lots of lit candles. The marble fireplace took up almost one whole wall and the fire was crackling away, logs piled high. There was no other light in the room and it felt almost magical.
Underneath the tree were piles of presents, most of them wrapped in Slytherin green. When Harry realised he'd be staying with Snape for Christmas, but without much time to get the man anything, Harry had begged Hermione to teach him the knitting spell she used and he'd made him a scarf. Seeing his own name on most of those presents made Harry fell about a foot tall.
"Harry, what is it?"
"I – I only got you one," he admitted.
"You got me a present?" asked Snape. "I wasn't expecting anything."
A few moments later, a tray with mugs of coffee and hot chocolate popped into existence on the coffee table. There was a plate of dainty cakes, biscuits and chocolate as well. For some reason Harry felt as if he wanted to burst into tears. This had been so different to any other Christmas he'd ever had. Doing all the cooking at the Dursleys but never getting to taste any of the mince pies or the turkey. Never even a mug of hot chocolate or a biscuit. It was different at Hogwarts too, but that wasn't the same. That wasn't a family Christmas. This felt like a family Christmas.
"Have some hot chocolate, Harry. And then we need to have a talk."
Harry lifted up one of the mugs and sat down on the rug in front of the fire; it had the best view of the Christmas tree from there. If Snape was going to berate him again for not doing so well in his lessons, at least he could have a nice view while he did it.
Snape took one of the coffee mugs and sank down cross-legged opposite Harry, his formal robes pooling around him. His hair looked shinier tonight and the firelight playing over his face made that seem quite a bit softer too. It was almost companionable with both of them sipping their drinks by the fire.
Snape set his cup aside. "Harry, do you remember I told you about there being magic in sexual congress?"
Harry nodded and set down his own cup.
"Well, until you lose your virginity, there isn't a lot more I can teach you. You will only gain your full power once you've taken that step. I'm not sure your power as it is now will be good enough to defeat the Dark Lord."
Harry nodded. He'd suspected as much. When he'd first started his training, he felt the power surging through him, more each lesson, but lately it had stayed at the same level. There was no increasing level with each lesson no matter how much he practiced. Harry had been thinking about it a lot, especially when he'd read some of Snape's books on sex magic. But who on Earth could he approach for this? He was only thirteen, as were his friends. Harry wasn't entirely sure he was ready for sex, but then he wasn't ready for murder either and he was expected to do that!
What he needed was someone older, someone experienced in sex magic who wouldn't go blabbing to the Daily Prophet that they'd taken Harry's virginity. It wasn't something Harry wanted to be broadcast around the whole world, but it was something that had to be done. He shuddered as he remembered all the giggling girls in his year; he couldn't even imagine kissing them, never mind anything else!
"Professor – sir – are there – I mean can you lose your virginity with a boy?"
"You have someone in mind?" asked Snape, his eyes mirroring the fire.
"No. It's just I can't really imagine doing things with a girl. I think I'd need someone older anyway. I'm your apprentice, is this something you could teach me? You know about sex magic, don't you?"
"I do, but are you sure you want me to be the one to teach you?"
"Well, I don't know what I'm doing, so I'll need someone to teach me, won't I?"
"Have you any idea what two men do together, Harry?"
"Er. Touch each other?" Harry waved to his groin, feeling himself blush all over. He'd have to stop doing that soon; especially if they were to get naked together.
***
Severus could hardly believe that Harry had asked so soon. His power would indeed increase once he lost his virginity and regular sex would keep increasing it. "There's more to it than just touching, Harry, but perhaps we can start with something like that. Years ago it was traditional for the apprentice to learn everything from their Master, including sex and sex magic, but the apprentices were normally older than you. I don't want to force you into something you don't feel ready for."
"I know I'm young, Professor," said Harry. "But they want me to defeat the Dark Lord and I can't do that unless my power increases, can I? I have to do it and I want you to be the one to teach me. I know you won't go around telling people what we've done."
"Of course not. Sex magic is a very private matter. It doesn't matter whether or not the partners find each other attractive or not. What is important is their magical compatibility. Our magic is very compatible otherwise you wouldn't have learned so quickly from me."
Harry mumbled something, his face turning as red as a beetroot.
"I didn't catch that."
Harry looked up, the fire reflected in his glasses. "I do find you attractive."
"Harry, there's no need to flatter me. I will still teach you regardless."
"It's not flattery. It's the truth. When I – when I – I think about you. A lot."
Did he? That was indeed a pleasant surprise. Severus moved forward; he reached out and tugged Harry onto his lap. The boy gasped in surprise, but he was making no move to get away. "Have you ever kissed anyone?" Severus asked, looking deep into his eyes. He wanted the answer to be no, wanted Harry to be untouched for him but realised that such a handsome boy had probably had his fair share of kisses already. Who wouldn't want to kiss those lips?
"No."
"Would you like me to kiss you?"
Harry nodded eagerly, his arms going around Severus' neck. "If you don't mind?"
Mind? As if Severus would be doing him a favour to kiss him! The boy really did have some issues with self-esteem. Severus would soon correct that. He'd known all about the Dursleys' abuse; he'd seen it in the boy's mind before Harry became proficient at keeping him out, but had decided not to bring it up. Harry hadn't wanted pity and Severus wasn't one to give it either.
"I'd love to kiss you, Harry," he said, lowering his head and placing his lips firmly against Harry's. Severus' arms went around Harry's waist and he held the boy in place while he kissed him softly, hearing nothing but their breathing and the crackles of the fire. Harry's lips were chapped and dry as if he'd constantly been biting them, but they were even more delicious for all that. His mouth was closed though and he really had no idea how to kiss. Severus pulled away and caressed his cheek.
"Harry, it will go much better if you open your mouth a bit. Follow what my mouth is doing."
"Oh. Okay," said Harry, this time he was the one who initiated the first contact of lips and lips. Severus opened and closed his mouth, teased him with the tip of his tongue and found Harry imitating everything he was doing, moaning into Severus' mouth. Severus placed a hand on the planes of Harry's abdomen and felt Harry's muscles quivering beneath him as he began writhing on Severus' lap. At Harry's age it hadn't taken much for Severus to become aroused either. Severus insinuated his hand underneath Harry's jumper and began undoing the bottom buttons of his shirt. When Severus rubbed his fingers along Harry's bare skin, the boy jolted as if he'd just been given an electric shock and pulled his mouth away. "Oh!" he panted, resting his head on Severus' shoulder.
Harry's hands tightened around his neck and his hips were thrusting against empty air. Severus looked down and as he'd expected, Harry's erection was tenting the front of his school trousers. "Oh, sir!" Harry moaned close to his ear and Severus hardened even further. A squirming Harry in his lap was an excellent aphrodisiac. Severus waved his wand and conjured a sheepskin rug for the floor along with some cushions. They may as well be comfortable for their explorations.
"Lie down for me," he said, tilting Harry towards the rug. Harry's arms still clung to his neck even when he was lying flat on his back. Severus pressed his body against Harry's and kissed him deeply, allowing Harry to rut up against him, the heat from the boy almost rivalling the fire. Harry was enthusiastic, bucking his hips and accepting every kiss bestowed upon him, but when Severus began to unbuckle his belt, he felt the tension in the body beneath him.
"Harry?"
"No. Don't. I don't want you to see."
"Harry, I'm sure your cock is just as beautiful as the rest of you."
And there it was again, Harry's delightful blush. "You think I'm beautiful?"
"Oh, yes," Severus affirmed, kissing him long and hard. While Harry was distracted, he managed to get the belt undone, but Harry pulled his face away. "No. Please don't!"
"Harry? What is it?"
Tears were gathering in the corner of the boy's eyes. "The underwear. The awful underwear they gave me. I don't want you to see it."
"All right, Harry. Maybe we should call it a night, then?"
"I didn't mean – I don't want us to stop," said Harry, hiding his face against Severus' chest.
"It feels good?"
"It feels brilliant!" Harry smiled through the tears. Severus lay down, pressed full length against Harry, both of them still fully dressed. Kissing Harry deeply, they rubbed against each other in a frenzied frottage. It had been ages since Severus had done anything like that, he felt like a teenager again himself. Harry was rutting frantically against him; his legs wrapping around Severus' waist as he kissed him like someone possessed. Beneath him, Harry stiffened and bit through his lip as he came. The convulsions of the body beneath him and the wet warmth seeping through his clothes was enough to send Severus hurtling over the edge as well, his world dwindling to nothing but bliss. They kissed and kissed all the way through the aftershocks until they had to stop to breathe.
"Wow!" exclaimed Harry.
"Better than the Christmas tree?" laughed Severus.
"Much," Harry agreed, snuggling closer to him.
"And tomorrow," said Severus. "We are going to buy you lots of new underwear. Silks and satins and lace. Only the best for my apprentice. Then maybe you can model it for me and I can take it off you, how does that sound?"
Harry grinned up at him. "It sounds brilliant, sir."
"I think when we've just come all over each other it's about time to call me Severus."
***
Harry stared around the room at all of the boxes and packages from their shopping expedition earlier that afternoon. He'd never seen so many clothes in all his life. Snape had bought him everything from socks to shirts, including the silk underwear he'd mentioned last night. Harry had protested that it was far too generous and that he could afford to buy his own clothes from his Gringotts account, only to discover that he could only use his Gringotts account to buy school things until he was seventeen. He would only have full access to his inheritance once he came of age and as Snape had pointed out, as his apprentice, it was up to Snape to make sure that all his needs were taken care of.
Harry still felt guilty about Snape buying him all these lovely things but knew he had to accept them, as the contract had mentioned. He'd finally sat down and read it through properly. Basically, he had to do whatever Snape said for the duration of his apprenticeship or he could be expelled from the wizarding world and his wand broken. Harry knew that just wasn't an option. It was his responsibility to defeat the Dark Lord and he couldn't do that with a broken wand.
What surprised Harry was that Snape hadn't seemed to be misusing it to make Harry to horrible things like clean out cauldrons with his tongue or something. Of course there was the sex as well; according to the contract Snape should be allowed use of Harry's body whenever he wanted, but until Harry had brought it up Snape had never pressured him that way.
Harry knew he was a bit more naive than some of his friends when it came to sex. The Dursleys had never given him any talks on the matter and the health lectures from Madam Pomfrey weren't until fifth year. Ron had older brothers so Harry guessed he probably knew a lot more than Harry did. But had Ron ever kissed a man and been pressed flush against him until he came? Harry flushed with heat as he remembered last night. He thought it would have been frightening before it happened. He'd been nervous, yes, but not scared. Embarrassed at the state of his underwear so tonight he made sure he was wearing the jade green silk boxers that matched his new dress robe just in case anything further happened tonight.
Harry checked his appearance in the mirror in his bathroom, thankful that it wasn't an enchanted one as he tried his best to flatten his hair, even knowing it was a futile exercise. Underneath the jade green dress robe he had on a white tunic with jade trim on the collar and cuffs and a pair of black dress trousers. His new boots completed the ensemble and Harry headed off for dinner.
Tonight, Snape was wearing a black dress robe, much finer looking than his teaching attire. As he moved, the fabric caught the light and shimmered with different colours. He smiled at Harry in his new finery.
"The green really suits you."
Harry blushed at the compliment and sat down in what he now thought of as his usual place, right next to Snape at the dining table. He wondered what Mason the butler was thinking of all of this. It wasn't usual for teachers to buy their students all these fancy clothes, was it? Harry thought back to one of his aunt's tirades about Uncle Vernon's boss and his 'kept woman'. Is that what Harry was? Is that what a wizarding apprenticeship was all about?
There was carrot and coriander soup for their starter that evening, along with bread rolls so hot and fresh from the oven that the butter melted on them before Harry even had a chance to spread it on. For their main course they had lamb and roast potatoes with vegetables and gravy. Harry was starting to feel a bit full when it came time for dessert, but he couldn't resist a little bit of the rhubarb and blackberry crumble with the creamiest custard he'd ever tasted. "That was delicious!" said Harry.
"I'll make sure to let Mason know," said Severus.
"He's the cook as well?"
"Indeed, with magic there is no need for a large staff here despite the size of the house but I prefer to hire a wizard than use house-elves to manage the place when I'm not here."
"Oh," said Harry, toying with the edge of his napkin. The nearer it got to bedtime, the more nervous he was becoming. They'd agreed to have his first lesson on sex tonight and now that it came right down to it, Harry wasn't so sure he was ready at all.
"You're nervous, aren't you?" Snape asked him, laying his hand on top of Harry's and squeezing gently.
"A bit," Harry admitted.
"Well, why don't you go and get ready for bed and I will see you in a while."
"Right. Okay," said Harry as he stood up and almost ran all the way back to his bedroom. He took an extra long shower to make sure he was clean then got out one of his new silk nightgowns which had a row of pearl buttons all down the front.
Harry slid under the covers and waited for Severus to arrive. The man had given him permission to call him Severus in private and Harry had to admit he was quite proud of that. It made it seem as if he was being treated like an equal, not a child.
His heart was beating like a drum and he was getting rather hot as he waited. Harry pushed the covers down to the bottom of the bed so that he was lying on his back with nothing covering him but his new nightshirt. The silk caressed his skin like he hoped Severus' hands would be doing soon and he sighed, the fear easing away to be replaced by excitement as he remembered the night before.
A noise outside his door; Harry lifted his head to see Severus lounging in the doorway, his eyes raking over Harry from head to toe. Snape was wearing a nightshirt too, leaving his legs bare. "What a wonderful sight," said Severus, moving into the room and kneeling down beside Harry's bed. Severus' hands reached out to caress Harry's face as his finger traced along Harry's lip; he instinctively opened his mouth and sucked it.
"Merlin!" Severus gasped above him before pulling away and taking that lovely finger with him. "Harry, are you sure about this? You're so young. Not to mention the legal ramifications. I don't want to hurt you."
"But you said my power wouldn't get any better until I was no longer a virgin."
"That's true, but it doesn't mean that what we are doing is right."
"What Voldemort is doing isn't right, either. I have to defeat him, Severus, don't I? You always said I was a rule breaker, so can't we break this one?"
"Harry, you understand that no one, no one must ever know of this? You could get expelled, I could get sent to Azkaban for raping you."
"What? But it wouldn't be rape if I asked you to do it, would it?"
"According to the law, you are too young to consent, so it wouldn't matter. I would be guilty because of your age."
"That's stupid!" protested Harry. "Anyway, I can't tell anyone. I signed the apprenticeship contract. I can't tell anyone what we do."
"I just wanted to make sure you know how serious this is," said Snape, leaning down to kiss him softly again.
Harry cupped Snape's face in his hands. "I know it's serious, Severus. I wouldn't have asked you about this otherwise."
Snape nodded and climbed in beside him, pulling Harry to lie in the crook of his shoulder. "You're shaking," said Severus.
"I'm not scared. Just nervous," said Harry.
"We'll take it slowly, Harry. And if you find it's too much, just let me know and I'll stop, okay?"
"Okay," replied Harry.
"What would you like to do first?"
"Kissing? Can you kiss me some more? I liked that. I didn't think boys would like kissing."
"What do you mean?"
"I thought boys only kissed girls because it was something the girls would like, not that boys liked it too."
"Kissing is a very enjoyable pastime," said Severus, leaning closer to him. "Allow me to demonstrate."
Harry's eyes fluttered closed at the promise in that voice and soon Severus made good on that promise. Severus' lips were so soft and wet on his; Harry had only been kissed a few times now but already he feared he was getting addicted to Severus' kisses. The kiss went on and on, Severus nibbling on his lips and then soothing the soreness there with a soft swipe of tongue. Harry opened his mouth and his tongue ventured out to touch Severus', licking the tip of it tentatively, not quite sure if he was doing it right. From the way Severus moaned deeply above him, Harry guessed it mustn't have been too bad.
Severus' hands seemed to wander everywhere at once; his neck, his chest, his ribs, his thighs but Severus went nowhere near Harry's groin yet. Harry's erection was tenting his nightshirt and already a dribble of precome was making the silk wet at the front. Harry panted and arched up against the body on top of him, trying to show him without words what he wanted, what he needed.
Severus pulled away and hitched Harry's nightshirt up around his thighs so that his cock was visible; Harry hadn't worn any underwear after his shower and he had to fight the instinct to pull his clothes back down. Would Severus think he was too ugly down there? Too small? Harry's face flushed with shame and embarrassment.
"Perfect," said Severus as he bent down and kissed the tip of Harry's prick.
"Ohhhh!" gasped Harry as a wave of arousal shot throughout his whole body. Severus bent his head and took all of Harry's cock in his mouth! Harry shrieked with surprise as he felt the moist cavern of Severus' mouth. "Oh, God!" groaned Harry, fisting the sheets on either side of him. It was either that or grab Severus' hair and he wasn't sure how the man would like that. His hips seemed to thrust of their own accord into Severus' mouth and all too soon Harry felt the delicious tingles he got just before he was about to come.
"Stop!" he managed to get out. "I'm gonna come!"
Severus lifted his head and smiled up at him. "Yes you are. Don't hold back, Harry. I want you to come."
"You want – you want me to come in your mouth?" Harry had never heard of such a thing, but then he knew he was a bit behind with what some of the other boys knew.
"I do. Don't worry, Harry. I like it."
"Oh. Okay," said Harry and lay back down on the pillows. Severus wasted no time and began sucking and licking at Harry's cock once again. It was wonderful, all that wet heat on his cock, Severus' tongue pressing against him. It was much better than Harry's hand. Severus did something with his tongue that made Harry's eyes roll back in his head and his toes curl as he struggled not to come so quickly. It didn't work though, Severus was just too good and Harry howled as the first tremors of his climax roared through him. Pulse after pulse left his aching cock and Severus swallowed it all, milking Harry until he was nothing but a trembling pile of goo on the bed. Harry felt as if he'd been flying without the benefit of a broom.
When Severus let go of his cock, Harry's legs fell bonelessly onto the bed. "Oh, God!"
"I take it you enjoyed that?" asked Severus with a smirk.
"You have no idea!" Harry chuckled.
Severus caressed Harry's spent cock, still sticky with semen. "Oh, I think I have some idea."
"So does that mean I'm not a virgin anymore?" asked Harry, eyeing the large cock tenting Severus' nightshirt with some trepidation. He'd never be able to fit all of that into his mouth!
"No, there are only two things that mean losing one's virginity. Either vaginal or anal penetration."
"Oh."
"We don't have to do that yet, Harry. Not if you don't feel ready."
"But what if Voldemort attacks and I'm not ready to face him? I have to do it as soon as possible, Severus. I have to get it over with." Harry sat up and stared intently at him.
Severus rubbed his head. "It's not something you do just to get it over with. You can only lose your virginity once and it should be something special."
"It will be special, Severus. I'll be with you."
Severus couldn't answer. What could he say to that? How could he tell the boy that he was special to him too? But it wasn't to be. There was only one reason Dumbledore was condoning this; he wanted Harry to be in possession of his full powers before he defeated Voldemort. Once Severus took Harry's virginity, Severus knew that Dumbledore expected them to go back to the way they were before. Student and teacher, and nothing else.
Harry was looking up at him with such innocence and such eagerness too. Severus didn't want to be the one who took that innocence away, but if it wasn't him, then who? Dumbledore would just get someone else to do it, apprentice contract or not. Severus bristled at the thought of anyone else touching Harry so intimately. He'd never felt such possessive jealousy before, but he was feeling it now. For the next five years at least Harry was his and there wasn't a damn thing Dumbledore could do about that.
"Why don't we get these clothes out of the way?" Severus suggested, tugging his own nightshirt over his head. Once his head emerged from the neck, he finally saw Harry's whole body for the first time. Neither of them mentioned the myriad of scars covering their bodies, Severus' were courtesy of Voldemort and Harry's courtesy of his relatives, but their eyes were drawn to them nonetheless.
"Will it hurt?" Harry asked, his green eyes wide with fear, making him look so young. There were many sins Severus had committed in his life, but corrupting this boy was one step he never thought he'd be taking. He had never found children sexually attractive in the least, but here he was, hard and aching for Harry Potter, the champion of the Light. Maybe it wasn't the boy's age that was the attraction, maybe it was his power. For Harry was powerful, there was no doubt about that and Severus had always been drawn to power.
"A little, at first, but I'll be as gentle as I can." Severus plucked his wand from the pocket of his nightshirt and summoned the jar of oil he'd prepared yesterday. It had a muscle relaxant as well as a painkiller as he really did have no intention of hurting Harry. Despite his preparations, he knew there would still be some pain, but he would try to minimise it.
He pushed Harry back onto the pillows and kissed him deeply, trying to excite him again. It didn't take long, Harry was thirteen and new to all of this; soon Severus felt Harry's erection digging into his abdomen. Still kissing Harry, he slicked his index finger with the oil and teased the crease of Harry's arse. Harry tensed but relaxed again when Severus just drew little circles on Harry's skin and made no move to penetrate him yet. They kissed for a while longer, Harry moaning and bucking beneath him. Severus knew he couldn't wait much longer, his own excitement was getting the better of him and he was terrified of getting so out of control that he really would hurt him. He pressed his finger against Harry's muscles. Harry's body tried to repel the invader but Severus was insistent and soon he popped through, stroking along Harry's inner walls as his finger was gripped in tight heat. Just imagining how that would feel on his cock almost had him coming without his cock ever being touched. Severus grabbed hold of the base of his cock with his other hand to avert his orgasm for now. He wanted to be inside Harry the next time he came.
"All right?" Severus asked, pulling away from their kiss.
Harry nodded. "It feels strange."
"Does it hurt?"
"No. Just really full."
Severus' second finger joined the first. He wriggled them about trying to find Harry's prostate and when Harry yelped and arched off the bed, he guessed he'd been successful.
"Fuck!" exclaimed Harry, and then he clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Harry, you can say whatever you like in bed. Just as long as you're enjoying it."
"But it's a bad word!" Harry protested.
"Not here. I'm going to add a third finger now; do you think you can handle that?"
Harry's hips twitched as if he was measuring himself and what would fit inside him. "I think so."
Severus pressed the third finger inside as Harry gasped, his eyes watering.
"Too much?"
"No. No, keep going."
Severus bent down and took Harry's cock in his mouth as he continued to stroke his fingers inside him. Soon Harry was barely coherent, his cock hard and swollen in Severus' mouth. He was arching back, impaling himself on Severus' fingers. Severus knew if he kept on sucking, then Harry would come again in a very short time.
He let Harry's cock go and removed his fingers, Harry whining in disappointment as he did so. "Please!" Harry begged, although Severus wasn't sure that Harry even knew what he was pleading for.
Severus poured a generous amount of oil on his cock and smeared some more inside Harry for good measure. He pushed Harry's legs up towards the head of the bed and lined himself up. "Ready, Harry?"
***
Harry nodded; he couldn't believe how empty he felt back there, as if he wanted something inside him. No, not something, someone. He knew what he wanted; he wanted to be filled with Severus' cock. "Please," Harry repeated, softer this time. Severus bent down and kissed him on the lips before trying to slide his cock inside Harry. It hurt a lot more than Harry had been expecting and he bit his lip to stop himself from crying out in pain. He knew Severus wasn't doing it deliberately.
"Breathe, Harry. Relax through it," Severus urged him, his hands holding up Harry's legs. It felt a very undignified position, but it was quite sexy too. Severus was staring at him with such awe that Harry felt tears gather at the corners of his eyes and he had to blink them away.
Gradually Harry felt himself stretched to the limit and soon Severus was all the way inside him. His cock had wilted a bit at the pain and Harry wasn't so sure he'd be able to come like this at all. Then Severus shifted and touched that magic spot inside him again. Sparks of sensation shot through his groin and he was seeing stars.
"Touch yourself, Harry. Make yourself come," ordered Severus and this was one order Harry was only too happy to obey. It was a little strange at first, feeling something inside him, but the familiar stroking of his cock soon had him settling into a rhythm as he sought the peak. His eyes were open and as well as struggling for his own orgasm, he watched as Severus strove for his. Severus' eyes were closed, his cheeks were flushed and his hair was hanging in sweaty strands around his face.
Severus was certainly energetic; the headboard rattled against the wall as Severus fucked him, no longer worried about being gentle, as Harry was thrusting back just as hard. It was exhilarating and Harry hoped they'd be able to do it again sometime. Both of them were moaning and gasping their pleasure and Harry knew it wasn't going to be long before he exploded. His balls and cock were aching and he knew he just had to come soon or go mad.
"You're so perfect, Harry. So hot and tight," Severus groaned above him, pounding away like there was no tomorrow. And there wasn't. There was just now and both of them and it was perfect.
Harry squeezed his cock and bucked his hips. "Ohhh! Ahhh! Nnnggghh!" Harry yowled as he came, his anal muscles clenching around Severus' cock and almost at the same time, he felt his insides bathed with wet warmth as Severus came too. His nails had scratched Severus' back, but Severus didn't seem to mind.
Severus pressed his forehead against Harry's, both of them panting heavily.
"I don't ever want to give you up," Severus whispered.
"Then don't," said Harry.
***
Five Years Later
Harry looked exquisite in his new Master's robes; his five years of apprenticeship were at an end as he had now passed his Master's exam in Defence Against the Dark Arts. The robes were royal blue with silver piping down the edge and on the left lapel was the embroidered silver wand and shield; the symbol of the Defence Guild.
In the outer room all Harry's friends, not to mention all of the reporters, were waiting for him to receive his award from the head of the Defence Guild.
"How do I look?" Harry asked him, smoothing down nonexistent wrinkles.
"You look perfect," Severus said, kissing his forehead. "Are you sure about this, Harry?"
"I'm sure, Severus," replied Harry, taking Severus' hand and leading them both out to the raised platform. There were murmurs as people noted their joined hands. Flashbulbs went off in a photographic frenzy.
"Mr. Potter, what are your plans for the future?" called one reporter. "Is it true you've signed on for the England Quidditch team?"
Harry smiled and shook his head. "No. I have been offered the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, which I have accepted. It also means I will be close to my husband."
"Husband? Did he say husband?"
"He's gay?"
"Who's the lucky chap?"
Harry smiled again and lifted Severus' hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles. "My husband is Severus Snape. We were married last week in a simple ceremony at Hogwarts and today we are heading off on our honeymoon. No reporters allowed, so you'd better make the most of it today."
With that, Harry stood up on tiptoes to kiss Severus deeply and the world around them faded away.
For Severus, this was the only world, with Harry here in his arms, where he belonged.
THE END
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