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Apprenticed to Love 21/?
Title: Apprenticed to Love 21/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
Warnings: not sure yet, but AU and angst for starters, hermaphroditism, mpreg, abuse.
Summary: Six months after the end of the war, Harry Potter turns up at Snape's apothecary to beg for a job. They both get more than they bargained for.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I just like playing in it from time to time.
Beta'd by Rakina, thanks so much!
Earlier Parts
Part Twenty One
"Harry, breakfast is ready!" Severus called from the bottom of the stairs.
Harry stepped out of the bathroom, a toothbrush lodged in the side of his mouth, foam around his lips. He took out the toothbrush and swallowed a dollop of minty tasting saliva.
"Okay. I'll be down in a minute."
Harry went back to the bathroom to finish up and headed downstairs, still in his pyjama bottoms and a light t-shirt. It was Sunday and since neither of them had to be in the shop today, both of them usually breakfasted in their pyjamas. It had only been two days since the use of Harry's legs had returned and Madam Pomfrey had allowed him home. Harry had yet to get back to any brewing, as Severus still seemed to think he needed fussing over and hadn't allowed him anywhere near the laboratory yet. Harry missed it though. He'd caught up a lot on his reading and written work, but his hands were almost aching to hold a stirring rod or a chopping knife again.
Harry bounded down the stairs two at a time, a broad smile on his face that he could actually walk down the stairs again. Madam Pomfrey had warned him that it might happen again, but that he should carry on with his activities as much as normal and try not to think about it. Harry hadn't known that a lack of nutrients could cause so many different things to go wrong with the body. Maybe they could brew a better nutrient potion to help people like him. His mind was running off on lots of different tracks as he entered the kitchen and sat down on the chair opposite Severus.
Severus was hidden behind the paper and Harry saw the glaring headline on the front page of the Daily Prophet: Harry Potter's Mysterious Malady. The letters flickered through black, gold and silver, as if to make sure that people would notice them. How could they not? The headline was ten times the usual size, even for the front page and there was no story text at all - just a photo of Harry while he'd been a student and a small block of text inviting readers to find the story on pages 3-12. Harry sighed and slumped in his chair. Was it too much to hope for that he would ever have a private life? As in one that was completely private.
Then he looked down at the breakfast Severus had laid out for him and broke into an enormous grin. There, on top of Harry's porridge, Severus had chopped bananas into slices and arranged them in the shape of a smiley face. It was hard to still feel upset after seeing those.
"Thank you, Severus," Harry said sincerely. It was so sweet of Severus to do something like that for him, but Harry knew the man didn't really want that sort of thing acknowledged.
"Hmph," Severus grunted gruffly from behind his paper and didn't bother looking Harry in the eye, but Harry was sure that Severus knew his gesture was appreciated.
***
"Severus, I'm fine now, I don't need a stool," Harry said later that morning when they'd both headed off to the lab.
"If you want to do any brewing today, yes, you do," Severus replied firmly, before yanking Harry by the waist and bodily settling him on the stool. Harry's mouth opened in a gasp of surprise at being so manhandled and also at the shiver of desire that thrummed through his body at the touch of his Master's hands holding him in such a possessive way. "Stay there, I will get your ingredients."
Harry watched, bemused, as Severus strode to the store cupboard to gather up all of the equipment Harry would need today: the pewter cauldron; one knife each of bronze and silver; a glass stirring rod; brass scales and of course all the herbs and other ingredients he would need in order to make Calming Draught, the next potion on Harry's list.
Severus set everything down at Harry's workstation. Glancing at the stool he cast a spell on it so that it was slightly higher. Harry almost toppled from his perch as the stool enlarged with him still on it; he reached out to take hold of his workstation but Severus had his arms around Harry's waist again so that he wouldn't fall. Severus was behind him, his breath a soft caress on Harry's neck and Harry shivered again.
Merlin, how was he supposed to concentrate on brewing anything now? It seemed a long time before Severus removed his hands, as if he was as loath to remove them as Harry was keen to keep them there. Finally Severus moved over to his own workstation and began preparing his own ingredients.
Harry took a few deep breaths trying to will his erection away. It worked up to a point but that other arousal, the one deep inside, was not diminishing in the least and Harry could feel himself growing wet between his legs. His face was flushed and his breathing was ragged as the memory of Severus' strong hands around his waist refused to leave him. It led to other thoughts, other imaginings and other fantasies: Severus' hands on his bare skin; Severus' hands cupping his face as he kissed him (a kiss they had yet to have in real life, but Harry had imagined it so often it had the thrill of memory in his mind now); Severus' hands caressing his chest, stroking and pinching his nipples. Harry bit his lip to stifle a groan as desire flared even stronger within him.
Shaking his head, Harry lifted up the bronze knife and started dicing his dandelion roots into similar-sized cubes. After a while, he got so engrossed in his work that his arousal did go away and he was no longer distracted enough that he might accidentally cut off a finger.
"Harry," Severus said sharply, as if he'd been calling Harry's name for some time and Harry hadn't heard him. Harry hadn't.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you the first time."
Severus smiled. "It gets to you, doesn't it? The work?"
Harry nodded; glad they shared something like this.
"Have you given any thought to what you'd like to specialise in? I take it you aren't interested in teaching?"
"God, no!" Harry laughed. "Can you imagine it? I'd never get a moment's peace! All the students would want to know is how I defeated him. They wouldn't be interested in learning Potions from me. No, I'd like to specialise in medical potions, that's where my interests lie I think."
"An excellent choice," said Severus, nodding his head. "You seem to have a knack for Potions, Harry, but it was never obvious in class at Hogwarts."
Harry shrugged, not wanting to get into how badly Severus had treated him there. He understood why Severus had had to behave that way, but it didn't make the hurt go away, not completely. To be made to feel as worthless as the Dursleys had always said he was... that had stung, far more than any detention or lost points ever had.
"Anyway," Severus continued. "I need some of your saliva for my potion."
"Virgin saliva?" Harry waggled his eyebrows suggestively, making the corners of Severus' mouth quirk.
"Indeed, and since you are the only virgin in the vicinity..."
"You only want me for my body parts."
"True. Such nice body parts they are too."
Harry blushed and almost fell from his stool again. "Do I need to spit into a cup or something?"
"Nothing so uncouth." Severus conjured something that looked like a cotton bud for cleaning out ears, but was slightly larger. Severus tugged Harry's seat around so that Harry was sitting sideways to his workstation, and then leaned down so that he was almost level with Harry and cupped Harry's chin in his empty hand. "Open wide."
Harry opened his mouth, realising even as he did so, that his nervousness and excitement meant that there was actually a lot of saliva in his mouth now. Severus swiped the cotton swab around the hollow where Harry's cheeks met his teeth, where a lot of saliva had gathered. Harry was staring deep into Severus' eyes as his Master continued to gather as much as he could.
Severus removed the swab and set it carefully on Harry's workstation before casting a containment spell on it and both their cauldrons. In all this time, Severus still hadn't removed his hand from Harry's chin. Now those tapered fingers were no longer just holding him, they were caressing his skin, stroking along his chin and up to his cheeks and fanning Harry's earlier arousal back to full flame. Harry couldn't stop the moan this time. "Severus..." he pleaded on a whimper as his own hands wound themselves in Severus' hair.
Severus didn't deny him this time. They both stared hard at each other before their mouths moved as one, seeking the other out. The first press of Severus' lips was so soft, as if a butterfly had landed to flutter on Harry's mouth and Harry opened wide, seeking more... more... more. His hands tightened in Severus' hair as Severus' arms wrapped around his waist and held him tight to his body. Given Harry's precarious position on the stool it was a natural instinct for him to wrap his legs around Severus' torso and hang on for dear life. Severus was teasing him, torturing him with soft brushes of his lips, then backing away and diving back in for another taste as if his lips were indeed a butterfly and Harry's mouth was a flower filled with nectar.
"Please!" Harry whimpered and arched his body against Severus'. Oh, God! He was going to come if Severus kept this up much longer. The teasing was exquisite agony. Severus pressed his lips hard against Harry's, nipping, biting and then Severus' hands were underneath his arse, lifting him off the stool and Harry was aware of being carried up against the wall of the lab, away from volatile ingredients and potions. Severus was so strong! He was bearing most of Harry's weight, although some was being supported by the wall behind them. Severus was frantic now; kissing him desperately, their moans of combined passion making Harry feel light-headed. Harry was bucking in his Master's arms, writhing and wriggling as if he couldn't get close enough. He wanted to feel skin on skin but knew he was too far on the road of no return to even attempt to get his clothes off.
Harry arched up in the final ecstasy, sucking on Severus tongue as the orgasm was pulled from his cock in pulses of pure bliss, shudders wracking his whole frame as he clung to Severus. Before his cock had finished pulsing he felt that deeper pull too. He squeezed his legs hard around Severus as his second climax rocked him and the whole room whited out for a moment or two. Harry could feel wetness seep through his clothes, but wasn't sure whether it was from him or from Severus. Harry pulled his mouth away and hid his head on Severus' neck. "I'm sorry," he mumbled to Severus' hair.
"Whatever for?" Severus shifted Harry's weight, but he didn't set him down on the floor.
"I didn't mean to come. You must be so disappointed in me."
"Disappointed?" Severus placed a soft kiss in Harry's hair. "Harry, seeing you so passionate and lost to pleasure was wonderful. It was not a disappointment, I assure you."
"But my apprentice contract... we're not supposed to have sex. I'm supposed to be a virgin."
Severus laughed. "My dear Harry, we never even took our clothes off! You are very much still a virgin. Being a virgin doesn't mean we can't enjoy other things. Lips and tongues, hands and teeth."
"Oh, God," Harry moaned, his quickening erection pressing against the front of his sticky trousers. "So – so we can still kiss and – and we can come?"
"Oh, yes, Harry. I intend to make sure you come. Very often."
"You're going to kill me!" Harry groaned.
"Just a little death, Harry. Just a little one."
TBC
Title: Apprenticed to Love 21/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
Warnings: not sure yet, but AU and angst for starters, hermaphroditism, mpreg, abuse.
Summary: Six months after the end of the war, Harry Potter turns up at Snape's apothecary to beg for a job. They both get more than they bargained for.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I just like playing in it from time to time.
Beta'd by Rakina, thanks so much!
Earlier Parts
Part Twenty One
"Harry, breakfast is ready!" Severus called from the bottom of the stairs.
Harry stepped out of the bathroom, a toothbrush lodged in the side of his mouth, foam around his lips. He took out the toothbrush and swallowed a dollop of minty tasting saliva.
"Okay. I'll be down in a minute."
Harry went back to the bathroom to finish up and headed downstairs, still in his pyjama bottoms and a light t-shirt. It was Sunday and since neither of them had to be in the shop today, both of them usually breakfasted in their pyjamas. It had only been two days since the use of Harry's legs had returned and Madam Pomfrey had allowed him home. Harry had yet to get back to any brewing, as Severus still seemed to think he needed fussing over and hadn't allowed him anywhere near the laboratory yet. Harry missed it though. He'd caught up a lot on his reading and written work, but his hands were almost aching to hold a stirring rod or a chopping knife again.
Harry bounded down the stairs two at a time, a broad smile on his face that he could actually walk down the stairs again. Madam Pomfrey had warned him that it might happen again, but that he should carry on with his activities as much as normal and try not to think about it. Harry hadn't known that a lack of nutrients could cause so many different things to go wrong with the body. Maybe they could brew a better nutrient potion to help people like him. His mind was running off on lots of different tracks as he entered the kitchen and sat down on the chair opposite Severus.
Severus was hidden behind the paper and Harry saw the glaring headline on the front page of the Daily Prophet: Harry Potter's Mysterious Malady. The letters flickered through black, gold and silver, as if to make sure that people would notice them. How could they not? The headline was ten times the usual size, even for the front page and there was no story text at all - just a photo of Harry while he'd been a student and a small block of text inviting readers to find the story on pages 3-12. Harry sighed and slumped in his chair. Was it too much to hope for that he would ever have a private life? As in one that was completely private.
Then he looked down at the breakfast Severus had laid out for him and broke into an enormous grin. There, on top of Harry's porridge, Severus had chopped bananas into slices and arranged them in the shape of a smiley face. It was hard to still feel upset after seeing those.
"Thank you, Severus," Harry said sincerely. It was so sweet of Severus to do something like that for him, but Harry knew the man didn't really want that sort of thing acknowledged.
"Hmph," Severus grunted gruffly from behind his paper and didn't bother looking Harry in the eye, but Harry was sure that Severus knew his gesture was appreciated.
***
"Severus, I'm fine now, I don't need a stool," Harry said later that morning when they'd both headed off to the lab.
"If you want to do any brewing today, yes, you do," Severus replied firmly, before yanking Harry by the waist and bodily settling him on the stool. Harry's mouth opened in a gasp of surprise at being so manhandled and also at the shiver of desire that thrummed through his body at the touch of his Master's hands holding him in such a possessive way. "Stay there, I will get your ingredients."
Harry watched, bemused, as Severus strode to the store cupboard to gather up all of the equipment Harry would need today: the pewter cauldron; one knife each of bronze and silver; a glass stirring rod; brass scales and of course all the herbs and other ingredients he would need in order to make Calming Draught, the next potion on Harry's list.
Severus set everything down at Harry's workstation. Glancing at the stool he cast a spell on it so that it was slightly higher. Harry almost toppled from his perch as the stool enlarged with him still on it; he reached out to take hold of his workstation but Severus had his arms around Harry's waist again so that he wouldn't fall. Severus was behind him, his breath a soft caress on Harry's neck and Harry shivered again.
Merlin, how was he supposed to concentrate on brewing anything now? It seemed a long time before Severus removed his hands, as if he was as loath to remove them as Harry was keen to keep them there. Finally Severus moved over to his own workstation and began preparing his own ingredients.
Harry took a few deep breaths trying to will his erection away. It worked up to a point but that other arousal, the one deep inside, was not diminishing in the least and Harry could feel himself growing wet between his legs. His face was flushed and his breathing was ragged as the memory of Severus' strong hands around his waist refused to leave him. It led to other thoughts, other imaginings and other fantasies: Severus' hands on his bare skin; Severus' hands cupping his face as he kissed him (a kiss they had yet to have in real life, but Harry had imagined it so often it had the thrill of memory in his mind now); Severus' hands caressing his chest, stroking and pinching his nipples. Harry bit his lip to stifle a groan as desire flared even stronger within him.
Shaking his head, Harry lifted up the bronze knife and started dicing his dandelion roots into similar-sized cubes. After a while, he got so engrossed in his work that his arousal did go away and he was no longer distracted enough that he might accidentally cut off a finger.
"Harry," Severus said sharply, as if he'd been calling Harry's name for some time and Harry hadn't heard him. Harry hadn't.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you the first time."
Severus smiled. "It gets to you, doesn't it? The work?"
Harry nodded; glad they shared something like this.
"Have you given any thought to what you'd like to specialise in? I take it you aren't interested in teaching?"
"God, no!" Harry laughed. "Can you imagine it? I'd never get a moment's peace! All the students would want to know is how I defeated him. They wouldn't be interested in learning Potions from me. No, I'd like to specialise in medical potions, that's where my interests lie I think."
"An excellent choice," said Severus, nodding his head. "You seem to have a knack for Potions, Harry, but it was never obvious in class at Hogwarts."
Harry shrugged, not wanting to get into how badly Severus had treated him there. He understood why Severus had had to behave that way, but it didn't make the hurt go away, not completely. To be made to feel as worthless as the Dursleys had always said he was... that had stung, far more than any detention or lost points ever had.
"Anyway," Severus continued. "I need some of your saliva for my potion."
"Virgin saliva?" Harry waggled his eyebrows suggestively, making the corners of Severus' mouth quirk.
"Indeed, and since you are the only virgin in the vicinity..."
"You only want me for my body parts."
"True. Such nice body parts they are too."
Harry blushed and almost fell from his stool again. "Do I need to spit into a cup or something?"
"Nothing so uncouth." Severus conjured something that looked like a cotton bud for cleaning out ears, but was slightly larger. Severus tugged Harry's seat around so that Harry was sitting sideways to his workstation, and then leaned down so that he was almost level with Harry and cupped Harry's chin in his empty hand. "Open wide."
Harry opened his mouth, realising even as he did so, that his nervousness and excitement meant that there was actually a lot of saliva in his mouth now. Severus swiped the cotton swab around the hollow where Harry's cheeks met his teeth, where a lot of saliva had gathered. Harry was staring deep into Severus' eyes as his Master continued to gather as much as he could.
Severus removed the swab and set it carefully on Harry's workstation before casting a containment spell on it and both their cauldrons. In all this time, Severus still hadn't removed his hand from Harry's chin. Now those tapered fingers were no longer just holding him, they were caressing his skin, stroking along his chin and up to his cheeks and fanning Harry's earlier arousal back to full flame. Harry couldn't stop the moan this time. "Severus..." he pleaded on a whimper as his own hands wound themselves in Severus' hair.
Severus didn't deny him this time. They both stared hard at each other before their mouths moved as one, seeking the other out. The first press of Severus' lips was so soft, as if a butterfly had landed to flutter on Harry's mouth and Harry opened wide, seeking more... more... more. His hands tightened in Severus' hair as Severus' arms wrapped around his waist and held him tight to his body. Given Harry's precarious position on the stool it was a natural instinct for him to wrap his legs around Severus' torso and hang on for dear life. Severus was teasing him, torturing him with soft brushes of his lips, then backing away and diving back in for another taste as if his lips were indeed a butterfly and Harry's mouth was a flower filled with nectar.
"Please!" Harry whimpered and arched his body against Severus'. Oh, God! He was going to come if Severus kept this up much longer. The teasing was exquisite agony. Severus pressed his lips hard against Harry's, nipping, biting and then Severus' hands were underneath his arse, lifting him off the stool and Harry was aware of being carried up against the wall of the lab, away from volatile ingredients and potions. Severus was so strong! He was bearing most of Harry's weight, although some was being supported by the wall behind them. Severus was frantic now; kissing him desperately, their moans of combined passion making Harry feel light-headed. Harry was bucking in his Master's arms, writhing and wriggling as if he couldn't get close enough. He wanted to feel skin on skin but knew he was too far on the road of no return to even attempt to get his clothes off.
Harry arched up in the final ecstasy, sucking on Severus tongue as the orgasm was pulled from his cock in pulses of pure bliss, shudders wracking his whole frame as he clung to Severus. Before his cock had finished pulsing he felt that deeper pull too. He squeezed his legs hard around Severus as his second climax rocked him and the whole room whited out for a moment or two. Harry could feel wetness seep through his clothes, but wasn't sure whether it was from him or from Severus. Harry pulled his mouth away and hid his head on Severus' neck. "I'm sorry," he mumbled to Severus' hair.
"Whatever for?" Severus shifted Harry's weight, but he didn't set him down on the floor.
"I didn't mean to come. You must be so disappointed in me."
"Disappointed?" Severus placed a soft kiss in Harry's hair. "Harry, seeing you so passionate and lost to pleasure was wonderful. It was not a disappointment, I assure you."
"But my apprentice contract... we're not supposed to have sex. I'm supposed to be a virgin."
Severus laughed. "My dear Harry, we never even took our clothes off! You are very much still a virgin. Being a virgin doesn't mean we can't enjoy other things. Lips and tongues, hands and teeth."
"Oh, God," Harry moaned, his quickening erection pressing against the front of his sticky trousers. "So – so we can still kiss and – and we can come?"
"Oh, yes, Harry. I intend to make sure you come. Very often."
"You're going to kill me!" Harry groaned.
"Just a little death, Harry. Just a little one."
TBC