"To Take Your Mind off Things"
PAIRING: Harry/Snape
RATING: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter




He could still hear the explosions in his mind, the screams, the weeping. Burned into the back of his eyes were vast fields of carcasses, torn apart by vultures. The remnant magic turned the sky an ominous red as ash rained softly down upon them, choking.

Harry Potter blinked rapidly. "Pardon?" He asked, trying his best to sound polite.

"I said," came the voice of an irritable Snape, "I would like your full concentration."

Harry blushed slightly and shifted in the stiff backed wooden chair, "Oh. Right. Of course, professor." Harry closed his eyes and tried to simply concentrate on Snape and his buzzing wand floating somewhere by Harry's neck. He listened to his breathing; in and out, in and out. The rose-grey dawn was breaking over them. Ron smiled bravely, "Well mate, I guess this is it."

He looked up at the sky, green eyes admiring it for a moment. "I guess it is."

"We'll be fine Harry. I promise." Harry swore he heard Ron's voice shiver with unshed tears, but when he looked back his best friend's features were composed and playful. Harry looked away.

"Promise?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Potter." Came Snape's nasal voice again. Harry couldn't seem to open his eyes. A shock of red hair, Harry ran towards it, panic like sour wine in his throat. There was the freckled face, blood stained, eyes wide and lifeless, upturned towards the sky. Harry choked on a sob, hugging the mangled body, gagging on the stench of burned and blistered flesh. "You promised." Harry whispered, words cracking with pain. "You fucking promised!" He screamed, tears blurring the bloody features.

"Harry!" Came the sharp command and his green eyes flew open, unshed tears glistening bright. Harry and Snape simply stared at each other for a long moment (Harry resisted the urge to snap What?!). Snape pulled a small bottle out of his pocket, long fingers hiding the contents. "Drink this." Harry, hardly in the mood to argue, gulped it down.

The bitter taste of Veritaserum burned his throat. He looked up sharply at Snape, eyes narrowing. "You-" but his words were cut off with his own hoarse cry as he was roughly bound with ropes, securing him to his chair. "What the hell are you playing at Snape?" asked Harry, irritated and slightly frightened.

"What were you just thinking about?"

Harry's answer came before he could even try to close his mouth. "The war."

"What about the war?" Harry glared at Snape, too humiliated and angry to resist.

"When Ron died." Snape was silent for a moment, piercing black eyes assessing Harry. There was a long silence, then Snape cleared his throat.

"Listen Harry, I am here examining you because Dumbledore asked me to. He was concerned about your recent fits." Oh, Snape didn't need to tell Harry, Harry remembered perfectly. He'd lose consciousness, then the moments afterwards would be snippets of color. Him screaming at Hermione, backhanding Remus, and the blood... Harry closed his eyes for a second. "But it seems that the last thing you need is an examination." Harry's eyes opened, he looked up at Snape, confused.

"What do you mean?" Snape breathed deep, his eyes fluttered closed for a second, Alright Severus, its really now or never you know. He opened his eyes, hesitated for another moment then--

"How long have you been sexually attracted to me?"

Harry's eyes widened, and before he could stop it--"Six or seven months." He ducked his head immediately, cheeks flaming red.

"And when did you first realize?"

Harry's voice was quiet and small, "After you rescued Hermione from the Malfoys. But I wasn't attracted to you then, I respected you."

"And?" Snape asked, face expressionless.

Snape shifted, the image was delicious, and Potter with those ropes bound around his wrists, the boy's voice coming out small and meek with humiliation, oh god.

"And?" Snape asked, voice slightly breathless. Harry peeked up at his professor through thick black bangs, curious at the change in the man's tone.

"And I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was so hard to be around you the next day." Snape's eyes fluttered closed, imagining he and Potter sitting through another boring meeting at the Order but Potter with a raging hard on for him, all for him.

Potter's voice was quiet and concerned, "Professor?" Harry knew Snape must be disgusted with him now, he never wanted to tell the man and now since he had been careless and taken the Veritaserum without looking to see what it was he would never be able to--

All coherent thought ceased as Snape's eyes opened. Even Harry could see how clouded with lust they were. Usually Snape's eyes were piercing but now, now they were scorching. Harry's jaw fell open as a shiver shot straight down his spine, Snape wanted Harry.

The professor leaned towards Harry, his claw-like hands grasping the armrests. They were inches away, their breathing hot on each other's faces. "Do you want this?" asked Snape, his eyes calculating but unfocused.

"More than anything." came Harry's breathy reply, the heat already uncoiling in his belly. The two men looked at each other for a short moment, then Snape's lips were upon Harry's in a hot open mouthed kiss. Harry groaned softly as Snape's tongue wound its way around his. Snape's hands ran up his arms, nails ghosting over his skin. Harry shivered violently, gasping as Snape's hands squeezed his thighs, specifically avoiding his aching cock. The professor nipped at Harry's lip, causing Harry to break the kiss--gasping. "Oh god." Harry groaned, words breaking upon the heated air.

Snape's tongue traced the shell of Harry's ear, breathing hot on the boy's flushed skin. Then lips, teeth and tongue closed around the pulse beat on Harry's neck: nipping, sucking. Harry groaned again, his fingers tightening in Snape's hair, knuckles white. Harry's cock throbbed through his jeans as Snape kissed him again. Without warning Snape's fingers pulled at the waist band of Harry's pants, before unbuttoning them and undoing the zip. The professor stared at him, taking a long moment to drink in the look in the boy's eyes, the wild, savage lust. Oh god, he couldn't wait any longer, hadn't he waited long enough?

In a few short seconds Snape had pulled his wand from his pocket and removed the ropes binding Harry to the chair. Snape spit on his hands, and as an afterthought whispered a spell for more lubrication. Harry dropped to the floor on his hands and knees, Snape glanced at that beautiful ass laid out for him. He groaned to himself and slid a finger into the soft, warm, gripping, heat of Harry's ass. Snape felt his control slipping as he shoved two more fingers behind that ring of muscle, this had to be the quickest stretching of his entire life. He glanced up at Harry's back, the boy didn't seem to be complaining.

He made short work of his trousers, shirt and robes. Harry cried out as Snape roughly pushed his throbbing cock into Harry's ass. Snape leaned down on the boy's back, taking a deep breath and loving the smell of Harry's sweat and arousal. Harry's voice was gritty, "Fucking hell Snape, will you please just move?" Snape smiled wryly, wondering where the meek little boy had gone. He pulled back and thrust deeply, making Harry grunt in pleasure.

Harry just couldn't believe how good it was, how Snape's harsh breathing in his ear and the sound of skin against skin made his cock throb. Sure he had fucked plenty of girls, boys--but god this was good. Snape hit Harry's prostate and tears burned his green eyes as he cried out. Snape's throaty chuckle drifted over Harry's burning skin, making his weeping cock twitch heavily.

Snape's hands were digging into the soft skin of Harry's hips as he hammered the boy into the floor. His long black hair was sticking to his face and neck, plastered to his skin with sweat. The boy's mouth was open and the sounds he was making were just so delicious. He reached his long fingers around to grasp Harry's cock, delighting in the throaty moan. Harry couldn't last much longer, (so much for teenage stamina) and it only took a few strokes and a little twist at the head before the boy was screaming and sobbing and coming all over Snape's hand. Snape pulled back and snapped his hips into Harry's ass, his moans lost in the hard slap of skin against skin and then before he could think he was coming, oh god he was coming. His cock was pulsing as Harry's ass clenched around it and white lights were exploding behind his eyes, it had to be heaven right here, euphoria.

Snape collapsed upon Harry, and they both just sat there for a long moment, breathing. Then Harry's annoyed voice, "Get off Snape." Snape rolled off of Harry, spread eagled on the tiled floor. That had to be the best way to use Veritaserum ever. Snape's eyes drifted shut, he was exhausted. He heard a rustle and cracked open an eye to see Harry leaning over him, looking just as delicious as ever.

"What are you doing Potter?" asked Snape.

"Harry." he corrected him.

"Harry, then, what are you doing?"

"I'm about to suck you off." Snape took back his comment about teenage stamina.



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