Leaving

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It was perhaps the first time Harry wouldn't have to pack in the morning before boarding the Hogwarts Express. Harry sat on his closed trunk and surveyed the chaotic mess of his dorm-mates. He didn't know where he'd go the next day. He did, at least, know it would not be to the Dursleys.

It had been rather difficult for him when Professor McGonagall told him the castle was closed for the majority of the summer months. Only the Headmaster remained in residence year round with the staff having exited by the week after term end to return two weeks before the next term started.

Ron interrupted his musing, stampeding through the dorm as he attempted to locate the robe he wanted to wear to the Leaving Feast. "Merlin, Harry. I never thought I'd make it to be a real wizard."

Harry shifted to look curiously at his friend. "But you've always known you were a wizard, Ron."

"It's just now I'm certified or certificated or something like that. I'm going to be an Auror and suddenly it hit me."

"What?"

"I'm an adult, Harry."

Harry laughed. "I know Hermione would say that's questionable."

Ron pinked, the color clashing horribly with his ginger-red hair.

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The Leaving Feast seemed, at least to Harry, an interminable affair. He had joined Ron in the ranks of the starving before the Headmaster had finally finished speaking. Unlike his friend, Harry was too nervous to fully appease his hunger. Flittering nerves vied with the growing ache for domination of his internal cavity.

It was a sensation not much relieved when Ron and Hermione returned from a short trip outside plastered to each other. Their joy was a viscous, tangible thing that only encouraged the already high-spirited Gryffindor table.

Harry was alone in his silent wait until a raven swooped into the hall and dropped lightly before him. The inky black feathers ruffled before a foot was held out imperiously. Harry offered a small variety of edibles, all refused, even as he untied a black velvet pouch from the fragile leg.

"Should you be taking mail from strange birds, Harry?"

Harry only smiled at Hermione's concern as he watched the bird in question fly off. "Quoth is many things, but not strange."

"What kind of name is Quoth?"

Hermione's expression said that she was barely resisting the urge to reprimand Ron for speaking with his mouth full. It didn't take long before she gave in. "Honestly, Ron. Have you no manners?"

He swallowed before adding, "It was just a question."

The weight of the small pouch on Harry's hand had him grinning at the short exchange. "It's a joke, Ron. Quoth the raven?"

At the blank expression, Harry shrugged. "Okay, it's a very subtle joke."

He turned his attention to the now warm velvet, spilling its contents into his palm. The Potions Master had obvious taken the effort to clean the ring before it was sent to Harry. The ring was larger, heavier than Harry would have chosen for himself but the silver gleamed in the light of the Great Hall.

Turning it in his grasp, he could see that the engraving was still highlighted by the dark gray of age. A simple cauldron embellished with crossed wands raised from the face of the signet ring.

Harry clenched his fist tight for a moment, hiding the object from his view. Then, in a smooth and deliberate motion, he placed it on his right ring finger. The item pulsed for a moment, resizing itself to fit him comfortably.

"Harry…"

The sheer concern edged in horror caused the green-eyed wizard to meet Ron's gaze. The redhead was unusually frank but devoid of anger.

"Is …"

Ron's voice faded off, unable to complete the question. Hermione leaned over, staring closely at the adornment on Harry's hand.

"Who would send you one of those, Harry? That's a Mastery ring."

Ron was handling the revelation well, all things considered. The rest of the upper year Gryffindors were watching with unconcealed shock.

"I knew you'd found someone, mate. But…" Ron swallowed heavily and then asked, "Is this really what you want?"

Harry smiled and there was an obvious peace there, an emotion hard won through his experiences. "Yeah, it is."

Hermione appeared ready to interrogate the both of them. A tall figure stopped just behind Harry and forestalled her questions.

"If you would join me, Mr. Potter?"

Harry looked up into Professor Snape's face and the smile widened. "Of course, sir."

It wasn't only Gryffindor House that stared as the two black-haired wizards exited the Great Hall.

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When they reached the Potions Master's quarters, Harry was pleasantly surprised to find his trunk and other belongings in a corner of the room.

"As you consumed barely enough to sustain a house-elf, would you care for an additional repast?"

Harry glanced over at the small table already set with a variety of finger foods. "There's only one chair, sir."

Something in Snape's eyes darkened further. "So it would appear."

The Potions Master crossed to the chair, shedding his robe as he went. When he was seated, he held his hand out to the younger wizard. "Come to me, my Harry."

Harry approached, carefully seating himself across the lap of the taller wizard. It was awkward at first and likely would always remain that way. The younger man reached towards the delicacies, only to have his hand pushed away. Harry met the Potions Master's eyes with confusion apparent on his face.

"Allow me."

Deft fingers snagged a piece of honeydew. Harry curled his tongue around the stained fingertips as he accepted his morsel. Despite the mildly unpleasant appearance, those fingers tasted solely of the fruit's sweet juice. When his mouth was clear, Harry was offered another piece that he accepted eagerly.

It was as he was chasing a dribble of nectar past a knuckle that Harry realized an obvious fact. The table was bearing nothing that was not a particular favorite of his. Harry smiled as the Potions Master reached out once more and impulsively leaned in to lay a chaste kiss on the narrow cheek.

Severus' face turned, a brow arched in a questioning look.

"Thank you, sir."

Recognizing the mix of simple pleasure and gratitude, the Potions Master rubbed slow circles on Harry's back with his unoccupied hand. As the young man nibbled at a toast point with jam, Severus watched with a small smirk.

"It would not be to my benefit for you to grow hungry. You are no longer my student, after all."

Harry's eyes widened as he sipped at a glass of pure, crisp water. He held up a hand, refusing any further edibles. "It's not really food I'm hungry for, sir."

Severus' smirk grew in volume and he stood, not releasing the younger man in his lap. Harry's arms clung tight around the taller man's neck. He was unaccustomed to being the one coddled, though he had once seen Ron carrying Hermione in just such an embrace.

It was a surprise when their short journey ended not at the four-poster bed but in the washroom. For an austere man, Severus Snape had a hidden hedonistic side. The facilities seemed simple at first glance. A column sink with small mirror and commode in white porcelain stood against one granite wall with cabinet opposite. But on the other long length of castle wall was a sunken monstrosity of black marble with only two taps.

The size reminded Harry of the prefect's bathroom but the minimal taps confused him. What was customary for a Muggle device was unusual for a wizard's. Understanding came when he noticed the chiseled shelf holding dozens of small jewel-toned vials.

The Potions Master's hands sliding free the knot in his tie brought Harry's attention back to his companion. He began to assist without being requested, the fastenings of his robe yielding to his nimble fingers. When it was free, Severus pulled open the door to the cabinet. The top shelf was lined with fluffy towels, the shelf just beneath with racks of the same potion vials as in the bath.

Severus pointed to a wicker basket and an open stone box in the floor of the cabinet. "For the house-elves safety, the basket is for normal laundry and the box for anything that may spark a reaction."

Harry nodded, dropping his robe into the basket. It was only moments later that they were both nude, eagerness quickening their actions. But it was the first time that Harry had seen his lover unclothed. He stared, absorbing the pale but slightly sallow skin. Harry's fingers drifted out, running down the completely bare chest and brushing across a dark brown nipple.

His hand moved lower, the absence of hair more noticeable as he slid fingers over a lengthened cock without ever crossing a dark curl to match the ebony hair. The emerald eyes that lifted up were filled with fascination. "You're completely bare, sir."

The Potions Master's thin lips twisted in a fashion that was only faintly mocking. "Yes, my Harry. A personal preference achieved with a potion that inhibits follicular activity."

Harry's face showed his curiosity as his mouth blurted out, "Is that why your hair's greasy, sir?"

He flinched immediately, lowering his eyes and dropping his hand to his side at his thoughtless behavior. Severus only laughed, a definitely unexpected reaction.

"No. That is another potion to ensure that no strand accidentally joins the contents of my cauldrons."

Harry felt his chin lifted by a gentle touch.

"Join me and help wash it out?"

He bit gently on his lower lip. "You're not mad at me, sir?"

"Oh, I will punish your impudence but I think we will both enjoy it."

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Harry soaked in the almost too hot water, cradled against a firm chest. His head drifted with each of the Potions Master's indrawn breaths until he turned slightly. With a line of jaw available, he nibbled lightly at the clean, sweet skin. Harry practically purred in contentment as the odor of cloves and almond settled around them.

Mutual bathing had been nice, but there was an unspoken promise of more. He wanted it. The prick beneath his ass twitched as Harry leaned until he could suck the bottom of an earlobe into his mouth.

"Ready for more, my brat?"

The younger wizard shifted, releasing the flesh he'd been teasing. "Please, sir."

It was a sigh that tantalized the humid air. In a flurry of movement, Harry had been lifted from his liquid cocoon. Drying charms vanished the water streaming from their lithe forms. And, suddenly, brushed cotton sheets cradled the young man's body.

Harry tensed, unexpected fright at the loss of his virginity to a man spasming through his muscles.

"Shhh, Harry."

Severus waved the bedroom fire to a higher flame, warmth billowing into the room. The tall wizard stalked around his bed, admiring the young man sprawled on the sheets. Harry's fear bled away slowly as he watched the predatorial onyx gaze. Severus finally reached out as he climbed onto the foot of the bed. His hands slid from feet to calves tickling the crinkled hair.

Harry shivered as fingertips investigated the backs of his knees and pressed open his inner thighs. In a quasi-pushup movement, Severus anchored his hands on the bed just below Harry's armpits and lowered himself until they were embracing full-length. Their lips met and held. Harry slid his hands into the fine filaments of inky black hair that shielded their joined faces.

His toes clung as his feet rubbed along bare calves, levering his body to slide his eager cock along the pale stomach. Severus drew back, teeth clinging to Harry's lower lip. His eyes glittered with a sensual promise, their faces shadowed by the fire and curtaining hair.

"Beg."

The command was a velvet rub along places inside Harry that no voice should be capable of touching. He thrust upwards again, the Potions Master unyielding.

"Please, sir."

Severus was sucking lightly at the exposed neck, a pale necklace of marks started on the tender skin in reflection of the gold that glinted there.

"Do you want me to take you, Harry?"

Harry had intended his answer to be composed, but nearly screamed as a sharp pinch decorated each nipple.

"Yes!"

His lower body was pressed into the bed now that Severus wasn't supporting as much of his own weight. Harry writhed, unable to move his own trapped cock enough to gain the needed friction. He moaned as a tongue soothed and lashed the sharp aches on his chest and his nipples pebbled with anticipation.

Unwilling to keep restraining the blessedly clean hair in his grip, Harry's hands clutched at pale shoulders before moving compulsively over the taut upper arms. When the wicked mouth moved south, pulling strongly at the hollow where hip met thigh, Harry's vocalizations became more coherent.

"Please, sir… Please! I need…"

A chuckle echoed across the tender skin, vibrating past his testicles as a fingernail scraped his perineum. Harry whimpered, thrusting and moving his hips in helpless abandon as he tried to get more. He knew now what he wanted.

Severus lifted his head, appreciating the debauched young man partially beneath him. Wordlessly, a vial came to his hand. He didn't speak until his slickened forefinger was rubbing tiny circles on his lover's entrance.

"Harry, look at me."

Severus ran a lazy tongue over his bottom lip savoring the lingering tang of clean skin. He watched Harry's eyes as he sunk that finger deep, twisting. The pupils swallowed the green as Harry cried out but never broke the stare.

Although the young hero had been a virgin with men, he'd obviously been enjoying his toy. It was only moments before Severus was sinking another finger into Harry's tight heat. The younger wizard's face flushed and paled as the Potions Master played his body's pleasure points. He cried out in pitiful repetition as three and then four fingers were worked in his hole.

Harry's knees fell open, his thighs splayed as he alternately pushed himself onto deeper penetration and waggled his erection desperately into the air. When the fingers were suddenly gone and he was pressed between his lover's unforgiving body and the uncaring mattress, Harry screamed.

Severus leaned in, hissing his intention to his vehement lover. "I'm going to fuck you now, Harry."

The green-eyed wizard mewled in response, his words carrying. "Yes… Sir… Please… More…"

And then Harry was bent in half, his legs over the Potions Master's arms as Severus used his weight and strength to sink his reddened cock in one deep, harsh stroke. Harry screamed as orgasm hit him with the force of a dragon's tail. Ejaculate flowed between their bodies as Severus watched the rictus of pleasure and slammed himself furiously into the young man's body.

Harry struggled. He sought more… more sensation… more pleasure… more of Severus. And the Potions Master gave him all he could take until Harry was naught but a keening mass of nerves. Severus strained, muscles locking as he emptied himself into the nubile body with a series of soft grunts. He released his lover's legs, his prick sliding free as he nuzzled into the soft skin of neck and ear. Harry turned his head, locking eyes with a satisfied vagueness.

"Sleep, my lovely."

And just like that, Harry dropped into the Sandman's arms with only a whispered, "Master."

Finis

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