Harry X Snape Novels & Stories

my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

I moaned. Draco stood a few feet away, leaning against his desk, his posture infuriatingly relaxed. He checked his watch as if he were waiting for a train, his eyes flicking up to mine only to watch me suffer. "Please," I panted, my voice cracking under the strain. I was sprawled across the mahogany, my legs shaking, my heels digging into the wood. "Draco, I can’t… I can’t take anymore. Make it stop." He tilted his head, his silver eyes cold and calculating. "Make it stop? But we’ve barely begun, Selena. You’re shivering like a leaf. Is it too much for you?"

I arched into his touch, craving more. "Such an eager little slut," Snape murmured against my lips, tweaking my nipple through my robes. "So desperate for my touch. Tell me what you want, Hermione." "I want you to fuck me," I whimpered, rubbing my aching core against the hard bulge in his trousers. "I need you inside me, Professor. Please." Snape growled and ripped open my robes, sending buttons flying everywhere. He tore away my lacy bra, freeing my breasts to his hungry gaze. "I'm going to make you scream," he promised darkly.

The torches dimmed, their flames curling inward like they were afraid. And then, silence. Not empty silence. Anticipation. A ripple passed through the chamber, and from the darkness at the end, a figure came in. Harry. His silver eyes shone, not with amusement this time, but with fury. He looked at the circle,at the shattered vial, at the fading glow of the runes. And, slowly, his eyes landed on me. “You broke it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You dared.” I didn’t move. “I’m not yours.”

He hit the nail on the head with that last question, and my body goes rigid. “Stop.” He offers me a sad smile and walks over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder and making me face him. “I love you, Xavier but you just can't save them all. Remember what happened to Britney!” “What I have with Audrey is different from what I had with Britney. What were you doing in my house anyway?” I retort. “Went to return your Porsche and decided to steal some peanut butter while I was there. Imagine my surprise when I saw a redhead sleeping on your couch in the living room.”