Sorry for the lateness of this response. I've actually had this done for months, but I've only recently had the time to actually type this out.
All definitions come from the Oxford American Collegiate Dictionary (the only one I own)
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~~~~Defining Moments~~~~
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"Potter! How many times to I have to tell you to pay attention! You're lucky we're not brewing potions at the moment. Sometimes you make Longbottom look competent! Five points from Gryffindor for daydreaming and detention with me tonight! And bring a Muggle dictionary, Potter!"
"Yes, sir," Harry replied, not daring to look at his sneering professor. His cock was already throbbing, and looking the object of his fantasy in the eye would be enough to send him over the edge.
"Class is over. Get out, all of you, and try to stay out of trouble while you're in Hogsmeade this weekend. Anyone who makes any trouble will be spending the rest of the weekend with either Filch or myself. Now get out of my sight!"
Students fled as fast as they could without running each other down. Harry slowly packed up his belongings, careful of his throbbing erection.
As Harry slowly walked out of the classroom, Snape called out, "Be here at eight o'clock, Potter."
"Yes, sir," Harry said, risking a glance at the dark-haired, older wizard. He smiled to himself and walked out the door, where Ron and Hermione were waiting for him.
They were seventh years, and their last year was almost coming to an end. Only two more months before they had the freedom to do as they wished. And it was Harry's fondest wish to see what his Potions professor looked like in the throes of passion.
"I can't believe that greasy git gave you a detention! And how bloody boring! I've had to do the definitions for him before. It's the most boring thing in the world. I'd rather de-wing scarabs."
"Oh, Ron really," Hermione admonished. "It's not that bad, and Harry really should have been paying attention."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Look, I was supposed to have a study session with Re-, er, Professor Lupin tonight. I need to go tell him I won't be able to make it. I'll see you two later."
Before they could say anything, Harry ran down the hallway toward the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Remus Lupin had been given his job back during Harry's sixth year, after the fall of Voldemort. It wasn't Harry who defeated Voldemort…it had been Albus Dumbledore, at the cost of his own life. Now Albus was a cheerful ghost haunting Hogwarts and Minerva McGonagall became the new Headmistress, with Severus Snape as the Deputy Headmaster. McGonagall's first act had been to reinstate Remus Lupin into his old job.
Harry slipped into the empty room and locked the door. He walked toward the werewolf, and as Remus turned to greet him, Harry jumped into his arms and gave him a long, gentle kiss.
"Hello, love," Remus said, sitting down on his chair and pulling Harry into his lap. "What's got you in such a delightful mood?"
"Oh, nothing. I just got a detention with Severus that's all. I'm to bring a dictionary with me. Of course, I won't be able to come and see you tonight, love."
"That's fine, Harry. I know how long you've been waiting for this opportunity. With all the scheming you and Draco have been doing, and all the preciseness of your definitions, I say take full advantage of this opportunity."
Harry chuckled. "Don't worry, I will. I will have him in our bed, and soon! Hopefully by the time school ends, because I'd really like for the three of us to spend the summer together."
"I'd like that too, love. Just go easy on him."
"I will. If I end up hanging by my entrails off the Astronomy Tower, you'll know I went too fast," Harry quipped.
Remus chuckled. "I'm serious Harry. He loves you. I can smell it on him every time he looks at you, every time you're nearby. But I also smell a great deal of fear. I don't know what he fears. Perhaps that you might find out how he feels and mock him. Or perhaps he's afraid you would find him repulsive. I truly don't know. Maybe he's just afraid of being in love."
"I know. I'll be careful with him. I love him as much as you do. But for the moment, I have a more immediate problem," Harry whined, pulling Remus's hand down into his lap and rubbing it against his robes. "Watching Severus got me all hard, and I'm having difficulty functioning. Seeing you only made it worse. I was hoping you'd want to help me with it."
"You're about as subtle as a hippogriff," Remus teased as he lifted Harry onto his desk. Remus unfastened his lover's trousers and pulled out Harry's aroused cock. "Is this better?" he asked as he started stroking his shaft, rubbing the tip with his thumb as he neared the end.
"Mm, yeah, but it would be even better if it were your mouth instead of your hand," Harry replied, desire deepening his voice.
Remus looked into the lust-filled green eyes of his lover and grinned wolfishly. "I would have to agree with that assessment." He placed his hand at the base of Harry's shaft and slowly lowered his mouth onto it.
Harry moaned appreciatively and lay back on the desk as Remus sucked on the tip. Once Harry was a writhing mess on his desk, he relaxed his throat and slid his lover's erection all the way in and swallowed. He pulled off slowly until just the tip was in his mouth and sucked again, the taste of Harry's pre-come on his tongue causing him to let out a little growl. He continued his pattern at a snail's pace, until Harry was nothing but a squirming mass of incomprehensible pleas for more.
"Yes!" Harry managed to wail when Remus finally stepped up the pace of his torture. He screamed again when his werewolf lover chuckled and swallowed, and he shot his seed down his lover's throat. The older wizard swallowed everything his student could give him. He then pulled off the softening cock and licked it clean.
He re-buttoned Harry's trousers and then pulled him onto his lap. Harry kissed him, sliding his tongue into the Remus's mouth. He loved to taste himself inside his lover's mouth. He found it extremely erotic and intimate. "I love you, Remus," he said after they broke apart.
"I love you, too, Harry."
"Are you sure about this. I don't want to jeopardize anything with you. I love him, but I'm with you now."
"Harry, I assure you that I'm perfectly fine with this. I've wanted him in my pack for some time now, and if you can help with that, then I'm all for it. He and Lucius were the two most desirable men in Slytherin when we all went to school. Speaking of Lucius, I haven't seen him in a while. I wonder if he's as gorgeous as he was since the last time I saw him."
"I'll ask Draco for a picture," Harry replied dryly.
Remus ignored the sarcasm. "I still can't believe you and Draco are friends."
"I still can't believe that Lucius was really a spy for Albus. Who'd have guessed? I guess what they say is true…you can't judge abook by its cover."
"No, you can't. And please do see if Draco has a picture. I'd very much like to see what my old schoolmate looks like these days."
"I can tell you that, but I'll let you judge for yourself. I saw him four days ago. He came to see Draco."
Remus pretended to be affronted. "He was here and you didn't tell me? What kind of boyfriend are you? You knew I wanted to see him."
"Precisely! We're working on Severus right now, and I won't have you drooling all over Lucius and messing that up. After we've secured Severus into our lives, making sure that he won't go anywhere, then feel free to go and drool all over Lucius's lap. Until then, please keep your eyes on the Potions master."
Remus laughed heartily. "Oh, all right. What time do you have to be there?"
"Eight o'clock. I have to get the dictionary from Draco's room. We've spelled it so I can find the exact page and definitions I need. And yes, before you say a word, I'll take it easy on him…at first. Draco and I have worked it all out. I start with casual words and sentences, and depending on his response, I step up the innuendoes, dropping hints about what I really want. When I'm sure he's agreeable to the idea of fucking me through his desk, I'll make my move. If I'm lucky, you'll be able to tell by the way I walk tomorrow." Harry kissed Remus again and jumped up. He eyed the bulging erection and slid down onto the floor. "Would you like me to take care of this before I go and hunt down Draco? It would be my pleasure."
Remus shivered in delight. He loved seeing Harry on his knees in front of him, ready to give him exquisite pleasure. Harry really knew how to suck cock. "I was hoping you'd ask," he whispered. Harry unfastened the robe and pulled his lover's prick out of his boxers.
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Harry arrived at the Potions classroom a few minutes before eight o'clock. He walked in and found no one. He walked up to the desk and saw a note.
Potter,
Madame Pomfrey needs some more potions. Your detention is now to be served in my private laboratory. Go out the door and to the left. It's the third door on the right side of the corridor. The password is 'dragon tears'. Do not dawdle, and close the classroom door behind you. It will lock automatically.
SS
Harry took the note with him and left the room, closing the door behind him. He went left and stopped in front of the third door on the right. He said 'dragon tears' and the door opened silently. He stepped in and looked around. Snape's laboratory was large, with many books and ingredients placed upon the bookshelves that lined the walls.
"Over here, Potter," Snape snapped as he stirred the potion he was currently working on.
Harry walked over and looked into the cauldron. "It looks like a Sleeping Potion," Harry mused.
Snape looked mildly impressed. "Yes, it is. If you'd show any ounce of intelligence in my classroom, perhaps you wouldn't lose as many points as you did."
"Sorry, professor. I just tend to get distracted."
"Yes, well, drooling over Draco Malfoy is not going to get you a good mark in my class, Potter. I suggest you start paying attention. I do not wish to teach you for another year."
"Yes, sir," Harry pulled a stool over to the table. He looked at Snape for a moment for a moment before opening his dictionary. "I never said I was drooling over Draco," he whispered.
"Whatever, Potter," Snape replied, dismissing his comment with a wave of his free hand. "I see you had the brains to at least bring the necessary item with you. Perhaps if you stand near Longbottom long enough, he would absorb some of that little intelligence you possess."
Harry ignored the comment on his friend's lack of intelligence and flipped through the dictionary. "I hope you don't mind, but this is an American dictionary. Hermione bought it for me when she and her parents went to the United States during the summer. It's the only one I have," he explained.
When Severus grunted his response, he read the first definition. "'Definition: a statement conveying fundamental character; a statement of the meaning of a word, phrase or term.'" He pretended to think for a second. "Professor Snape is making me read definitions out of a Muggle dictionary as punishment for drooling in class."
Harry grinned at his professor. Snape glared back. Harry found the next definition. "'Poltergeist: a noisy, usually mischievous ghost held to be responsible for unexplained noises.' If that moronic poltergeist Peeves hits me in the head with something one more time, I will go into the Restricted Section and find a way to get rid of him."
Snape fought the urge to chuckle. "Having problems with our other resident troublemaker?"
"I am not a troublemaker, thank you very much! And yes, I'm having problems with that bloody spirit. He's always throwing things at me. In fact, he threw an apple at my head just before I came down into the dungeons."
"That Peeves is a menace," Snape muttered. "Read on, Potter."
"'Archenemy: a principal enemy.' Draco Malfoy used to be my archenemy here at school, but now we're friends, much to the dismay of my best friend, Ron."
"So, Mr. Weasley doesn't like your newfound friendship with a Slytherin. I thought as much by the way he glares at the two of you while you're talking."
"Have you been watching, Professor Snape?" Harry asked, intrigued.
Snape blushed ever so lightly. He glared and barked, "Read! This is a detention, not a heart to heart discussion session!"
Harry smiled to himself and shrugged, "'Serpent: a reptile of the order Serpentes: a snake.' I'm a Parseltongue, so I know how to talk to serpents."
Snape rolled his eyes and blew out an exasperated sigh. "Bloody hell, Potter, at least I expected you to be a little more original. Do you know how many times I've heard the definition for serpent?"
Harry sniggered. "I can well imagine. Let's see if I can't get you some more interesting definitions, shall I?" Harry flipped through the dictionary. "'Agile: characterized by quickness, lightness and ease of movement; nimble.' Quidditch has made me quite agile; I can bend myself into all sorts of positions."
Snape almost dropped his ladle at the sudden vision of Harry Potter bending his body into some of his favourite positions. He recovered himself quickly. "I'm sure that many of your admirers would love to be privy to that knowledge, Potter."
Harry shrugged indifferently, but inside he was cheering. He decided on a safer definition next. He wanted to ease his professor into dirty thoughts about him, not scare him senseless. "'First edition: the first published copies of a literary work printed from the same type and distributed at the same time.' I own first editions of four of J.R.R. Tolkien's books."
Harry was about to go on, but Snape's interest had been piqued. "You have first editions of his novels? Where did you find them? They're rare and expensive."
Harry smiled. "Sirius bought me the first edition of 'The Hobbit' for my seventeenth birthday and 'The Fellowship of the Ring' for Christmas. I bought the other two. I found them at a bookshop in Muggle London, and I don't know where Sirius found the other two. They're my favourite books. I've read them several times."
"I'm mildly impressed by your taste in literature, Mr. Potter. It's nice to know that at least you don't fill your head with garbage, nor do you fill it only with studies. Granted, you need to do more in the studying area of your life, but I find that Miss Granger is excessive when it comes to her studies."
Harry nodded in agreement. "I try to get her to read novels, but she'd rather have her nose stuck in her grammars. I swear she's read her Charms book for this year at least three times, looking for every bit of information possible."
Snape snorted and Harry looked for another definition. "'Cigarette: a small roll of finely cut tobacco for smoking enclosed in a wrapper of thin paper.'"
Snape was expecting a rather mundane sentence concerning cigarettes, so he picked up his cup of tea while he let the potion simmer. He spewed tea all over himself when Harry said, "Some people like to smoke a cigarette after a brilliant shag."
Snape glared at Harry as he cleaned his robe. "You did that on purpose, you insufferable brat."
Harry gave him his best 'innocent' gaze. "I'm merely stating a fact, though it doesn't apply to me. I tried a fag once. Didn't like it one bit." Harry flipped through the pages and said, "'Purr: a low murmur typical of a contented cat.' Did you know that when you scratch Draco's back, he purrs like a contented kitten?"
Snape chuckled in spite of himself. He was beginning to enjoy the Potter boy's company. This detention was infinitely better than any of the other dictionary detentions he'd doled out. "I thought that you didn't drool over Draco, so how do you know that?"
Harry laughed. "We were studying out by the lake and his back started to itch. He asked me to scratch it because he couldn't reach the spot. I did and he started purring. It was hilarious." Harry found the next word. "'Metamorphosis: a change of physical form, structure, or substance especially by supernatural means. It hurts me to watch Remy's metamorphosis into the werewolf, because it's so painful for him."
"You watch him?" Snape asked incredulously. "I would think that he wouldn't let a student near him even with the Wolfsbane Potion."
Harry shot him a dirty look. "Remy's perfectly safe and you know it. You're the one who makes the potion for him. I really wish you could find a way to make it less painful. It's really taking its toll on his body, and I'd like to have him around for as long as possible."
"I'll see what I can do. You really shouldn't go around giving your professors ridiculous nicknames. People might get the wrong impression."
Harry smiled secretively and ignored the curious stare his professor gave him. "'Massage: manipulation of tissues (as by rubbing and kneading) especially for therapeutic purposes.' Remy says that I give the best massages."
"Really? Do that often, do you?" Severus questioned as he added the last of the ingredients to the Sleeping Potion.
Harry watched his professor with interest. He enjoyed the opportunity to watch the older wizard at work. It wasn't that Harry didn't like to make potions; he just wasn't that good at it. Draco was good at Potions, but he sucked at Transfiguration, so he and Harry helped each other out. Harry answered, "I give him massages whenever he wants them. It's not easy being a werewolf, and they help him, especially after the full moon. Besides, getting to place my hands all over a gorgeous man isn't exactly a chore. I enjoy it as much as he does."
Snape didn't know what to make of that, so he kept uncharacteristically silent. He suspected that there was more than friendship between Lupin and Potter, which he found surprisingly disappointing and quite erotic at the same time. He knew he didn't stand a chance with either of them, yet to have the possibility taken away was discouraging, especially with Potter. He knew the boy would see him as nothing more than a greasy, disgusting bastard, and Harry would most likely be horrified if he knew that his professor had less-than-platonic thoughts about him. But the thought of Potter and Lupin together, naked and sweaty in each other's arms, was arousing.
This change in Snape did not go unnoticed by Harry. He looked for another word. "'Adhesive: tending to adhere; sticky.' If you don't wipe off semen after sex, it becomes an adhesive, and you end up sticking to your lover."
This time Snape did drop his ladle, and the purple potion splashed over the side of the cauldron. "Potter! Do you think you can save those kinds of definitions for when I'm not trying to ladle this potion into vials?"
Harry grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, Professor Snape." He got up off the stool and helped his teacher clean up the mess and finish ladling the potion into vials. They sealed the vials and put them away.
"Now you can continue tormenting me, Potter," Snape told him while he carried the cauldron to the sink.
"'Crush: a usually temporary infatuation; the object of such an infatuation.' I'm in love with someone, and it's more than just a simple crush."
Snape let out a little sigh of resignation. "I'm sure that Lupin is thrilled, Potter."
Harry didn't look up as he said, "Remus is my lover and I love him dearly, but I wasn't talking about him." Harry grinned triumphantly when he heard the crash of the cauldron that Snape dropped abruptly into the sink.
Snape whirled around in surprise. "You're seeing Lupin and you're infatuated with another? I'm surprised he's not ripped your throat out for betraying him."
Harry shrugged. "It's not betrayal if Remus is in love with the same person I am in love with. He knows all about it and he's all for it. He's been trying to get close to him for some time now, but to no avail. He's hoping I may be able to convince him. You want me to continue, Professor?"
Snape nodded and turned to clean the cauldron. He wondered who the lucky bastard was that had won the affections of the two most gorgeous men at Hogwarts.
"'Secret: kept hidden from knowledge or view; concealed.' I've kept my love for this man a secret, because he is a proud man, and I wouldn't want to embarrass him with public displays of affection or admiration. 'Ethos: the disposition, character, or fundamental values peculiar to a specific person, people, culture, or movement.' He's made some mistakes in his life, but his ethos is both noble and good."
Snape snorted. He knew Harry wasn't talking about him, but he said nothing. He finished his cleaning and dried the cauldron. He pulled another cauldron off the shelf and measured out the right amount of water for the Healing Potion he had to make.
Harry watched for a moment, but when there was no comment forthcoming, he continued. 'Age: the length of time that one has existed, duration of life.' There is a large age difference between us, but the fact that he is older than me doesn't bother me in the least bit."
Snape found a reason to comment on this statement. "No, I wouldn't think so, considering Lupin is almost twenty years older than you. How old is this other man anyway?"
"He's the same age as Remus. 'Ramification: a development or consequence growing out of and sometimes complicating a problem, plan or statement.' I know the ramifications of loving someone that my godfather doesn't approve of, but if he doesn't like it, he can sod off."
Snape laughed heartily at that. "Oh, so he wouldn't approve of your choice in men? I know it's not homophobia, since he is batting for the same team."
Harry sighed. "No, it's not homophobia or anything like that. For one thing, he doesn't like the person I'm speaking of, and second, he doesn't like the age difference. He thinks Remus is too old for me, and we've argued about it I don't know how many times. We'll argue again, no doubt. He can't accept that I know exactly what I'm doing, and the fact that I've been marked by Remus kills him."
"Marked?" Snape looked at Harry curiously as he threw in pinches of this and that into the cauldron.
Harry pulled down the collar of his shirt to show him the mark. "Werewolves mark their mates. Once they mark someone, they're part of that werewolf's pack forever. One doesn't go into a relationship with a werewolf lightly. It's a bond for life."
Snape felt a pang of jealousy. He'd never been that wanted by anyone, and he'd accepted long ago that he never would be. It didn't mean that he didn't still wish that he could find someone who loved him, someone that he could love in return. He may act like a bastard…he may even be a bit of a bastard, but that didn't mean that he wasn't capable of human feelings. He could feel and love just as passionately as the next man.
"'Felony: one of several crimes punishable by a more stringent sentence than that given for a misdemeanour.' It should be a felony for that man to be so sexy."
"That sexy, is he?" Snape muttered.
Harry sighed dreamily. "Mm-hmm. I think he is…very sexy. 'Mind: the part of an individual that feels, perceives, thinks, wills, and especially reasons.' The object of my love and affection has a bloody brilliant mind."
"Oh, well, then he most definitely must be a Slytherin," Snape quipped.
Harry just smiled and flipped through the pages looking for his next definition. This was going better than he ever expected. He'd never expected it to be this easy, but his professor was cooperating nicely. Harry thought that Snape was most likely intent on finding out who it was that he was talking about. 'Quarrel: an angry dispute, or altercation.' He and I sometimes quarrel, but that's just part of our relationship and it doesn't mean that I love him any less. 'Plunger: one who plunges or dives.' The man I love is most definitely not a plunger; he puts a great deal of thought into everything that he does."
"It's most definitely not a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff," Snape mused out loud as he stirred his potion.
"'Rejection: the act of rejecting or the state of being rejected.' I'm afraid to tell him how much I care for him, because I'm afraid of his rejection."
"Now why in the world would he reject you?" Snape mentally kicked himself. He hadn't meant to ask it, but it slipped out anyway.
Harry answered, "For one thing, what if he feels like Sirius? Plus there's the fact that I'm with Remus. What if he's not comfortable with that, or what if he doesn't want to be with Remus as well?"
"I see your point," Severus said. He wouldn't mind in the least bit, since he and Remus had exorcised their demons and had come to terms with the entire Shrieking Shack incident, but he couldn't speak for the other man.
"'Compatible: capable of existing or performing in harmonious, agreeable, or congenial combination.' Despite our differences, I think we would be quite compatible. 'Yearning: a persistent, often wistful or melancholy desire; a longing.' I wonder if he can feel my yearning for him when we are in the same room together."
"I'm sure he would," Snape half-whispered, not expecting Harry to hear him.
Harry just raised an eyebrow. "I doubt it. He's never given any indication that he has. 'Banner: a headline spanning the width of a newspaper page.' I would put a banner on the front page of the Daily Prophet confessing my love if he would simply look my way."
Snape smiled wistfully and whispered, "It must be nice having someone who cares for you so much that he would publicly announce it." Snape snapped back to reality when he felt Harry staring at him. "What? Get back to your detention, brat!"
Harry rolled his eyes and flipped to the next entry. He decided to get a little more specific. 'Dexterous: skilful in the use of his hands.' He is extraordinarily dexterous, and I wonder what those hands would feel like roaming over my skin."
Snape cleared his throat slightly and shifted on the stool he was sitting on, trying to find a more comfortable position. His erection was making it quite difficult…stupid, sexy boy with his suggestive comments. Snape didn't want to stop him, though. This was the most creative anyone had ever been in his detentions, and he was enjoying himself.
"'Perilous: full of or involving peril; dangerous.' It is perilous to bother him while he is working."
"Oh, yes, it must be a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw. You take your life into your own hands if you bother one of us while we're working on anything. We like concentration and peace."
"Then why am I here?" Harry asked.
"Because I've been making these potions for so long, I could make them in my sleep," Snape replied, stirring the Healing potion.
Harry decided that it was time to get specific about who he was talking about. "'Spy: a secret agent who tries to get information for one country in the territory of an enemy.' His job as a spy for Professor Dumbledore was courageous, since not many would willingly be that close to Voldemort."
Ah! Severus had an idea who the 'lucky bastard' was now. Lucius Malfoy was always lucky. "I'm sure he'd be pleased to know of your feelings, Potter."
Harry looked at him, bewildered, but he shrugged. "'Punishment: the condition of being punished.' I already know what kind of punishment he gives me usually, but I'd really like to know what kind of punishment he deals out in bed."
"When has Lucius Malfoy ever punished you?" Snape asked sharply.
Oh! Harry got it now. He shook his head and hopped off the stool. He pulled the stool closer to his professor and sat back down. They were now sitting so close that their legs were touching. "As gorgeous and sexy as Lucius is, I wasn't talking about him," Harry replied, sending Snape a meaningful gaze.
Snape was having a hard time breathing. If he deciphered Harry's meaning correctly, that meant that Harry had been talking about him all along. He couldn't believe it. He could never attract someone as wonderful as the Potter boy. His mind was still reeling as Harry continued his detention duty.
"'Titillate: to excite pleasurably.' I wonder if the thought of me lying naked with my legs spread wide open across his bed would titillate him."
Snape didn't answer as he put out the fire underneath the cauldron and placed a Cooling spell on the potion.
"'Cumulative: increasing or enlarging by successive addition.' I'm sure the pleasure I felt would be cumulative as he prepared my body for his lovely cock. 'Enter: to penetrate; pierce.' I wonder what it would feel like to have him enter my body."
Snape's hands were shaking as he started to fill the vials full of the Healing potion. Harry helped him finish bottling and sealing the potion, and Snape finished the cleanup.
"'Bedsprings: springs supporting the mattress of a bed.' I'd love to feel him pound me through the bedsprings of his bed."
Harry grinned triumphantly as Snape dropped a ladle he was washing. He could see his professor was trembling…with what, he wasn't quite sure, but he was sure that the man now knew that Harry was speaking of him. "'Yelp: to utter a short, sharp bark or cry.' I wonder if he would yelp for me if I nibbled ever so lightly on the tip of his cock."
Snape's cock jumped happily at the idea, and he had to concentrate hard just to finish cleaning his cauldron properly.
"'Slave: one bound in servitude as the property of a person or household.' I sometimes fantasize about me becoming his sex slave, letting him have his way with me, doing whatever he wishes."
Snape had to bite his lip to keep from letting a deep moan escape his body. He turned off the water and started drying his utensils.
"'Dissuade: to advise against a course of action: persuade or try to persuade not to do something.' He can try to dissuade me into thinking that I don't love him, but it won't work. I love him so much, it hurts not to be with him."
Snape put away his supplies carefully. His hands were shaking and he didn't want to break anything.
"'Pamper: to treat with excessive attention.' I would love to spend an entire weekend pampering him, because he works so hard during the week, trying to get students like myself to appreciate the subtle art of creating potions."
Snape put the last item away, turned, stalked toward Harry, pulled Harry off the stool and into his arms, and he placed a brutal kiss on the young Gryffindor's mouth.
Harry responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around the wizard's neck. Harry opened his mouth to Snape's probing tongue. He moaned into the Slytherin's mouth when he felt his lover's warm, soft tongue slide against his. He melted into Snape's embrace completely, letting the Potions master take charge.
Snape broke the kiss, panting for air. He growled when he felt Harry nibble on the edge of his earlobe. "Shouldn't we find Lupin?" he asked huskily.
Harry quit sucking on his earlobe to answer. "No. He knows that I want you alone this first time. I loved you before I loved him, and he loved you first as well. We agreed that if you wanted to be with us, our first times with you would be solo, and then we would become one family. I hope you don't mind," Harry said hopefully.
"Not at all. I was just being courteous." Snape put an end to Harry's giggle, by asking him, "Would you care to continue this in my bedroom?"
Harry beamed. "You know I would, Severus."
Snape led him down a secret passage that led directly into his sitting room. Harry looked around appreciatively. It was decorated in Slytherin colours, but it was beautiful in a slightly Gothic sort of way.
"I like your rooms," Harry said, wrapping his arms around his professor's waist.
"I'm glad that you do. I'd like you to spend some time down here with me, if I'm not being too presumptuous."
Harry kissed him long and deep. "Of course you're not, love. I want to spend a lot of time with you. So does Remy. We want to spend the summer with you, just the three of us, so we can get to know each other better. After all, we're all three going to be working here next year."
Snape looked at Harry curiously. "I didn't know there was a position opening."
"Madame Hooch is retiring. Professor McGonagall offered me the job two days ago. I accepted right before I came down here for my detention." Harry tugged on his lover's robe. "I want this off you. Now, please."
"Aren't we demanding?" Snape teased. He led Harry into his bedroom and turned the lighting to a minimum.
Harry grimaced and lit more of the torches. "I can't see you in that dark lighting. I want to see you."
Snape looked extremely uncomfortable and Harry's brow furrowed in confusion. "Severus, what's wrong? Why don't you want me to see you?"
Snape didn't say anything, but he allowed Harry to lead him to the bed. Harry sat down and pulled his professor down next to him. He wrapped his body around him and asked him again. "What's wrong, love? Don't you want this?"
"Yes, but…"
"But what?" Harry probed. "There's nothing to fear from me. I love you."
"I'm not exactly perfect," Snape muttered.
"What are you talking about? You're perfect just the way you are."
Snape pulled away and stood up. "Maybe you should just go. You will anyway."
"Wait just one bloody minute!" Harry snapped. "I'm not letting you do this. You're hiding something and I want to know what it is, right now. You were just fine until I wanted the lights on. Now what is it that you think is going to make me run from the room?"
Snape sighed resignedly and unfastened his robes. He took off his layers of clothing and stood in front of Harry.
Harry got it now. He walked around his professor, looking at the scars that covered his body. "Where did all these come from?"
"From Voldemort, the Death Eaters," Snape answered in a whisper so soft that Harry had to strain to hear it.
"I'm so sorry, love. I had no idea how brutal they were to you." Harry ran a finger over the large scar that snaked its way from Snape's right shoulder to the small of his back. Snape shivered as Harry placed little kisses up and down the scar.
"Lie on the bed," Harry said, and Snape complied, lying down on his stomach. Harry proceeded to place feathery kisses and little licks on every single scar that lined his back, all the way from the nape of his neck to his ankles. By the time Harry was done, Snape's entire body was shaking.
Concerned, Harry slid back up and turned him over. He was surprised to find that his lover was laughing. He smiled at him and when Snape calmed down, he asked, "What is so funny?"
Snape wiped his eyes. He had been laughing so hard, he'd made himself cry. "I'm sorry. It's just that no one has ever done what you just did, and so I never realized that I was ticklish."
Harry giggled. "I'll keep that in mind for future reference. Seriously though, I don't want you to feel you have to keep anything from me or from Remus. We love you…I love you so much." Harry kissed him deeply, wanting to show him how much he really did love him.
Snape responded with a heat he hadn't previously shown before. He pushed Harry back on the bed and started unfastening his robe. He sucked in a breath in his surprise: Harry was completely starkers under his robe.
Harry grinned mischievously. "I came prepared," he admitted proudly.
"Thirty points to Gryffindor for being prepared," Snape said silkily as he covered Harry's body with his own.
Harry spread his legs so that he could have his lover as close to him as possible. Harry thrust his hips upward so that their erections rubbed up against each other.
Snape hissed with pleasure. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this way…actually, he could, but he didn't want to thinkabout Lucius Malfoy right now. He only wanted to think about the young, gorgeous man underneath him.
Snape bent his head and nipped a trail gently with his teeth to Harry's earlobe. He nibbled a path around the shell of his lover's ear, enjoying the little mewling sounds Harry was producing.
He slithered down his lover's body, sucking both nipples to a rosy hue, thoroughly fucking Harry's navel with his tongue, and sucking the tip of the Gryffindor's weeping prick, before setting up camp at his lover's entrance.
He licked the tight ring of flesh until Harry was whimpering with need. Then he lightly pressed his tongue into the puckered flesh, barely breaking the surface. Harry growled with impatience, and Snape gave him a little more pressure, his tongue entering less than an inch.
Harry sat halfway up on the bed and snarled at him. Snape suddenly thrust his tongue deep inside Harry's body in one swift movement.
Harry screamed and fell back onto the bed, his spunk splattering on his chest as his body rocked with one of the most abrupt orgasms he'd ever experienced.
Snape prolonged the orgasm as much as he could, fucking his lover with his tongue as Harry rode out his climax. When Harry's climax passed and he was no more than a big puddle of satisfaction, Snape pulled his tongue out of Harry's arse and licked him clean.
Harry was feeling more like himself by the time Snape finished licking him clean, and he pulled his new lover to him for a kiss. He could taste himself in Snape's mouth and it made his cock twitch. "Mm…I love the way your mouth tastes."
"I love the way you taste. I could definitely get used to that," Snape said, his hand roaming across Harry's neck and chest.
"You can milk my cock any time you feel like it, but right now I want you to make love to me. Please, Severus? I want to feel you inside me."
Snape walked into his bathroom and searched for the bottle of lotion he had. He quickly returned, making a mental note to brew some sort of lubricant, and a lot of it. He sat between Harry's eagerly spread legs and coated his fingers with the lotion. He watched as one of his fingers slid inside the hole where his tongue had previously been. He slid a second finger in and stretched him, brushing over the sensitive prostate occasionally. He was about to add a third finger, just to make sure he didn't hurt his young lover, but Harry growled, "Now, Severus. I'm prepared enough. Please!"
Snape looked unsure. "Are you certain? I don't want to harm you."
Harry nodded. "I'll be fine. Remus and I sometimes barely find time to remember lubricant, much less stretching. It hurts, but it's a good kind of hurt. I want you, now!"
Snape positioned himself at the tight entrance and he slid into him. He tried to go slowly, but Harry wound his legs around his waist and pulled him closer, effectively shoving Snape's cock deep into his arse.
Harry cried out in pain and ecstasy, and Snape had to press his head down into Harry's neck. They gave each other a moment to adjust, and once Snape was sure he wasn't going to lose himself to an abrupt orgasm, he slowly slid out until only the tip was still sheathed. Then he slid back in as far as he could go, brushing against Harry's prostate.
He kept a slow pace going, wanting this moment to last as long as was humanly possible. He could feel the tip of Harry's renewed erection rubbing against his stomach, and he slid a hand in between them so he could lightly fondle his lover's prick.
Harry strained his head up to meet Snape's mouth for a long, sweet kiss, his fingers snaking through the dark, shoulder-length hair. "I love you," he whispered when they broke their kiss.
"I love you, Harry," Snape murmured as he increased the speed of his thrusts and tightened his grip on his lover's prick. Harry threw his head back on the pillow, panting and moaning. He cried out his love for the other man again as he came, splattering his lover's chest with his spunk.
Harry's orgasm drew out Snape's own, and he thrust deeply into Harry one more time, emptying his seed in his lover's body.
He carefully slid his softened cock out of Harry's body and lay down next to him. He looked over at Harry and was surprised to see Harry looking at him with love and adoration that was almost worshipful. "What did I do to deserve your love?" he whispered.
Harry leaned over and kissed him gently. "You simply existed."
Snape smiled at his newfound love and summoned two wet flannels. "We don't want your semen to become an adhesive," Snape teased.
Harry laughed. "No, we wouldn't want that," he agreed, taking one of the flannels and wiping himself clean. They threw the soiled flannels on the floor, and Snape pulled the younger man close. "I suppose you have to leave soon," he said regretfully.
Harry shook his head. "Nope. That's the privilege of being Head Boy. I don't have to worry about anyone noticing that I'm gone. The only ones who know where I am are Remus, Draco and Albus, but since Albus is a ghost, it doesn't matter much."
"Does he know about you and Remus?" Snape asked.
"Who do you think set us up?" Harry replied. "Pesky ghost."
Snape grinned and wrapped his arms tighter around the warm body next to him. "I love you, Harry," he whispered again, just before he fell asleep.
"I love you, too, Sev," Harry murmured sleepily.
The End