Harry woke in his bed, dressed and tucked under the sheets. He relaxed against the blankets until the call of nature propelled him out of bed and to the toilet. His limbs felt heavy, as if he were wearing invisible weights, and all of his senses seemed to be numb. His eyesight was so bad he had to feel the toilet like a blind man before he was sure he would pee in the bowl instead of on the rim.

He had just returned to bed when Snape arrived.

“How do you feel?”

“Like someone wrapped me in heavy cling film when I was sleeping,” Harry answered. “My eyesight is terrible, is that normal?”

The giant black smudge that was Snape stepped over to the table and Harry smelt rather than saw the food. “It is…this is the first time you’ve been awake the morning after the Cruciatus. The last time Bellatrix tortured you, you slept until the late afternoon.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Harry yawned as he carefully climbed into his chair.

“It would be best for you to rest as much as possible today. We should be able to resume our normal training session tomorrow. You don’t want to strain your muscles while they are healing,” explained Snape as he sipped his tea.

“Mm.” His porridge had strawberries on the side but he was so tired and his senses so limited that the smell didn’t bother him and he poured the whole container into his bowl.

Snape was silent throughout breakfast. Harry could tell the Death Eater was deep in thought by the way he held his teacup. Snape cleared the dishes when Harry was finished and then left silently.

Harry tried reading, but the letters swam before his eyes so he slept until Snape arrived to bring him lunch.

“Have you been brewing?” His eyesight had improved; he could see Snape’s face this time, a pale smudge in a sea of black with the thick lines of the eyebrows perched prominently on top.

“Yes, I have,” Snape’s wand brought forth a thick beef stew for Harry and he ate it slowly, savouring the taste.

Snape did not produce a meal for himself. Instead, he stepped out of the cell as soon as he had served Harry’s meal.

“Wait!” Harry’s voice made Snape pause. “Can you give me the laser pointer and let me try targeting?”

Snape nodded. “Wait here.”

Harry worked on his stew but wasn’t finished by the time Snape returned with the balls. The Death Eater spelled them to move around the walls and handed Harry the pointer before striding off quickly.

After Harry finished his meal, he retreated to his bed where he sat and shot down the balls one by one. It took him much longer than usual with his terrible eyesight and he was still targeting them when Snape showed up for dinner.

“Has your vision not returned fully?”

“I think it has now.” Harry squinted at Snape, trying to remember if he was normally so fuzzy. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it has.”

“And your muscles?” Snape spelled food on the table.

“They are fine; I should be able to train like normal tomorrow. What do you have planned?” he asked curiously as he slid into his chair.

“First, dodging while restrained, then, if you do well enough, your favourite activity,” Snape sent the balls away.

“Yes! I can’t wait.” Harry dug into his pork chops.

Snape left, which disappointed Harry. He had had a pretty boring day and wanted to speak just to pass the time. The Death Eater seemed preoccupied with something. Normally he engaged Harry in a bit of conversation when he served him his meals. Harry was curious about what had Snape so distracted, but he had the feeling asking wouldn’t get him any answers. However, if Snape was so preoccupied tomorrow, then he’d ask.

He returned to his bed and read Cosmos until he fell asleep.

~

Ginny was standing in his cell, glaring at the bed.

“I don’t see why we have to sleep here and Snape gets the upstairs bedroom. I hate the bars.”

“This bed is bigger,” Harry reminded her. “Maybe we can put up curtains over the bars.”

“I’m going to sleep with Snape,” she declared and stormed out through the bars.

“Ginny…” he tried to trail after her, but she had vanished from sight. He walked through the library and up the stairs. He searched through the house, finding another library, a garage full of cars, a greenhouse, and a huge cupboard full of black robes.

He finally found Ginny in the kitchen with Snape, who was drinking tea.

“Harry, I’m going to be Snape’s girlfriend now.”

“Wha? Why?”

“He cooks my meals, gives me potions, has a larger room, and is probably better in bed.”

“He is not,” challenged Harry.

“Okay, we will have a contest,” suggested Ginny. “Whoever pleases me more gets to be my boyfriend.”

“Fine,” said Harry. “You two go first.”

Snape and Ginny left the room together.

Harry ran down to his cell and tidied it up. Snape was bigger and had more experience, but Harry thought he could win this battle. Snape had no idea what it was like to be the woman, so he wouldn’t know the best things to do.

When Ginny entered the hallway, Harry was ready. He carefully undressed her and laid her on the bed on her back. He kissed her as he ran his hands over her torso, caressing everywhere but the parts he most wanted to touch. When she was pressing against him in eager anticipation, he shifted down to stroke her between her legs as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

He licked and sucked and rubbed her until she begged for his fingers. He sat up and cast the cleaning and lubrication spells on her before he smeared lube on his fingers and pressed them inside her. She was warm and wet like Snape’s mouth and he bent his head to lick her as he carefully stretched her.

“Your cock, Harry! Give me your cock!” She demanded and he turned her over and put her on her knees.

He went inside her and it was glorious and he was fucking her hard. He reached around to stroke her and she orgasmed, her come wettening his fingers as she did so. His own orgasm took him hard and he spilled everything he had inside of her.

Once his penis had finished twitching, he carefully pulled out and lay down on the bed, pulling her against him and wrapping his arms around her. He rubbed her back lightly and stroked her hair while they both caught their breath.

“You were so good, Harry!” she gasped. “Way better than Snape! How did you know exactly what I wanted?”

“I just know you,” he slyly replied.

She started snogging him again and it was so good, he fell off the bed and woke up.

A dream? At least it was a straight sex dream with Ginny. The potions always gave him strange dreams. The inside of his pyjama bottoms were a sticky mess and he trudged over to the sink to wash them. He didn’t want Snape to know about his bizarre dream, so he also pulled off his shirt, pretending as though he had stripped in preparation for this lesson early.

Snape stepped into the hallway and scanned Harry’s body.

“I couldn’t wait to train,” Harry informed him as he moved to sit in his chair.

Snape spelled food on the table and sat across from Harry. “I had no idea you were so eager to clean.”

“If you win,” Harry challenged immediately.

“Think before you speak,” Snape reminded him. “Today you must use words that begin with ‘S.’”

“Okay, that shouldn’t be too hard.” Harry grinned. “So…”

“And ‘so’ does not count.” Snape quickly added.

“What?” Harry frowned. “That’s cheating!”

“Words that begin with ‘S,’ Potter,” Snape prodded.

“That’s very Slytherin of you, sir,” Harry said. “And yeah, I guess ‘sir’ doesn’t count either? Oh wait…that didn’t have an ‘S’ word. Um….”

Snape watched him.

“Does ‘sir’ count as a word I shouldn’t say?”

“Try again, Potter,” Snape sipped his tea. “You are supposed to say ‘sir.’”

Harry thought. “Alright… is ‘sir’ a word that doesn’t count for the ‘S’ words in my sentence?”

“Yes, it does not count,” Snape answered.

“I think this will be… not as simple as ‘T’ words.”

“It won’t, but you will never learn to think first if I make it easy for you. Be glad that I didn’t start with ‘W.’”

“That would be… I can’t think of an ‘S’ word for this sentence, sorry.”

“I gather you were trying to say something along the lines of impossible or difficult?” Snape asked.

Harry nodded. “That’s what I wanted to say.”

“You could use severe, strenuous, or an antonym such as simple,” offered Snape.

“I think I’ll need a thesaurus to speak with you,” Harry joked.

“You desperately need a larger vocabulary…especially in the bedroom. I’ve never heard anyone say ‘fuck’ so many times.”

Harry cast his eyes down at his eggs, feeling his face burn with embarrassment. Was he still talking without knowing what he was saying?

“Finish your meal,” Snape said quickly. “We should begin training soon.”

Harry did as Snape asked and quickly completed his morning routine. He stepped out through the bars and followed Snape upstairs to the practice room.

“Clasp your hands together in front of your stomach.”

Harry did so, and Snape conjured the chain. Once Harry was chained, Snape stepped away and started the exercise.

Harry dodged with finesse, avoiding everything Snape sent at him. When it became clear that having Harry’s hands bound in front of him did not impact his ability to dodge, Snape stopped the exercise.

“Now put your hands behind you,” ordered Snape as he removed the chain.

Harry did so, dreading what was to come. He was terrible at dodging with his hands tied behind his back.

“I hope to be finished with this…situation soon,” Harry complained as he walked to the centre of the room.

Snape spelled the furniture soft and began the lessons. “It is important that you master this lesson as efficiently as possible.”

Harry ducked out of the way as two balls raced towards him and stepped to the side of a bookcase to avoid being hit by another. He had gotten better through practice and had only fallen a few times when Snape stopped for lunch.

“Can we do hex dodging now?” He eagerly asked once Snape entered the room with plates of food.

“Potter…” Snape growled.

“Oh yeah…” Harry frowned as he thought. “Can we do the lesson where you send spells at me and I dodge now, sir?”

“You keep using ‘can’ when you mean ‘may,’” Snape informed him. “You should use ‘may’ when you wish to ask permission and ‘can’ when you are questioning your ability. I have no doubt that you are able to perform your favourite lesson, but unless you learn the difference between ‘may’ and ‘can’ I may not let you.”

“Huh, I had no idea. Oops! I mean… fuck, this is hard, er… not simple,” he finally managed to say.

Snape sighed. “I have the feeling this will be the most difficult lesson for you to learn yet.”

“Probably, maybe you should give me a reward if I don’t forget once in a day,” Harry suggested hopefully.

“Are you realizing you will never win our contest unless you cheat?” Snape smirked.

“No!” Harry emphatically shook his head. “I figure I should ease you into giving me stuff since you are going to be doing a lot of it soon. Maybe I will have a special meal made every day of the week.”

“I look forward to a clean house.”

“Oh yeah,” Harry challenged. “If you are so sure that you will win, then take this wager… if I win, I get to be on top during sex.”

Snape stood up. “Let’s begin the lesson.” He spelled away their finished plates and the furniture.

Harry eagerly moved to the centre of the room and watched Snape closely to make sure the Death Eater did not cheat. The exercise began, and Harry easily took out the fake Death Eaters. He approached Snape and danced in front of him.

“I can’t believe you can’t hit me with a spell,” he teased, “I’m right in front of you...seriously.”

“It is far more amusing to watch you run around like a chicken with its head cut off,” Snape retorted, sending a rapid series of six at Harry.

Harry barely managed to escape without being hit. “If I had my glasses and magic I’d beat you.”

“You would still lose,” Snape told him. “And you forgot to use an ‘S’ word.”

“Fu- I mean, shite,” Harry smacked his forehead and almost was hit by a hex.

“You let your guard down far too often,” Snape informed him. “How will you ever defeat the Dark Lord if you keep getting distracted?”

“I’ll distract him, of course! You see… I’ll tell him that I’m you and we’ve polyjuiced each other.” Harry narrowly missed being hit by a curse. “I think I could pull off a… surprisingly good you.” He spoke in his deepest voice, “Potter is an idiot. I’m going to go wank in my potions lab as I think up ways to torture students.”

“If you are trying to provoke me, it won’t work,” Snape informed him. “Besides, I doubt I could act sufficiently brain dead enough to properly portray you.”

“I think you will be undone when Voldemort realizes you don’t have my special skills,” Harry retorted. “Like my reflexes!” He deftly reached out, caught a ball and lobbed it at Snape, smacking the surprised Death Eater in the chest.

“Cheating, again?” Snape tried to confuse him with several faints. “And here I thought Gryffindors had honour.”

“Maybe the Slytherin in you is rubbing off on me.” Harry grinned. “I’m just showing you that if I had magic, a wand, and my glasses, you’d be flat on your back.”

“Don’t be so sure of yourself, Potter,” Snape challenged. He finally managed to hit Harry on the shoulder.

“I guess I’m cleaning another room…soon,” Harry grudgingly admitted.

“It was a valid attempt,” said Snape triumphantly. “And enough for this evening, follow me.”

Harry followed Snape downstairs. He had had so much fun he didn’t really care that he lost. He felt pretty confident that if he had gone up against Snape fully restored, he would have put up a very good fight, even if he didn’t beat him. He was proud of himself for how far he had managed to push his training in such a short time. It was a shame Snape was always a git while he had been teaching Harry at Hogwarts. If Snape had trained him like this before, then Harry would’ve never ended up here.

“So what room will it be this time?” Harry asked as he soaped up his chest. “Oh wait, ‘so’ doesn’t count…um…”

Snape waited in his chair.

“Which room will I… sanitize?”

“Terrible, Potter,” Snape shook his head. “You could say… ‘which section of the house’ or ‘which room will I straighten up.’ You could also refer to certain acts of cleaning such as sweep, scrub, soap, sponge, spruce up, etc.”

Harry turned around and stared at him. “Did you swallow a thesaurus?”

“I read. You should try it sometime.”

Harry rinsed off and climbed out of the tub. “I’d like to. Would you let me search your library for books?”

“Yes, tomorrow after practice,” agreed Snape.

“Brilliant.” Harry began to rub the potion into his legs. “I will be done with Cosmos in another few days. It’s a really interesting book. I like looking at the pictures of what alien species or worlds would look like. I wish Astronomy at Hogwarts was taught from that book. I would’ve enjoyed it then I think.”

Snape helped him massage the lotion into his back. “Do you see what I mean about the dangers of rote memorization? Astronomy consists of much more than just identifying constellations and yet that knowledge is kept from you to inhibit your curiosity about the world around you.”

“How do you make a spell?” Harry asked, intrigued. “I’d like to try it once I get my magic back.”

Snape finished rubbing the potion into Harry’s upper arms and stepped away to wash his hands in the sink. “It is difficult to explain to an individual with no access to magic.”

Harry wrapped himself in a towel and headed back to his cell. “Will you show me once I get it back, then?”

“Once your magic is returned to you, you will defeat the Dark Lord and then we will both be free of each other,” Snape reminded him as he spelled food on the table.

“Oh, yeah.” It startled Harry to remember that he and Snape would go back to hating each other once they were free of this place. He had gotten so used to Snape teaching him that he hadn’t remembered that it was all temporary, and they would both part ways as soon as Harry left the prison. It disappointed him; Snape was a very good instructor and an amazingly powerful wizard. Harry would be a fearsome Auror if he had instruction from someone like Snape.

But Snape wouldn’t help Harry, would he? He had admitted that he wanted Voldemort destroyed not because it was the right thing to do but because he wanted to be free of someone he regarded as a pest. He wouldn’t help Harry after all this was over if he was telling the truth and only wanted Voldemort destroyed to get rid of him. If Snape was planning on becoming the next Dark Lord, then Harry was probably expendable. Snape knew that Harry would stop at nothing to defeat Voldemort and he had to know Harry wouldn’t kill one Dark Lord just to let another take its place. He’d have to kill Harry as soon as Harry defeated Voldemort.

What was Snape really after? Whose side was he really on? Harry suddenly remembered the dream he had had after Voldemort’s torture session. Dumbledore had told him that he asked Snape to kill him and that Harry should trust the Death Eater to look out for him. Harry had dismissed it immediately as pure nonsense, but he wasn’t so sure now. Dumbledore had been poisoned by the Horcrux and, based on Harry’s experiences with the other Horcruxes, it was very probable that such a poisoning would have eventually killed the powerful wizard. However, if Snape was on Dumbledore’s side and was helping Harry because he really was a good guy and wanted to defeat Voldemort, then why had he lied to Harry and told him that it was because the Death Eater wanted to be free of an irksome master? Harry knew Snape was hiding things from him, and lying to him no matter where his true loyalties lay.

“You are normally not this quiet,” Snape observed, watching Harry over his teacup. “What are you thinking about?”

Harry focused on his potatoes. “I was just thinking about all the things I’ll have to learn before I’m ready to fight him,” he lied.

Snape finished his tea and sent the empty cup away. “Dodging is the most important skill for you to have right now. Focus on that first; the rest will come to you.” He paused and then turned his face away from Harry’s. “We should perform tonight.”

“Okay.” Harry cleaned his plate, ignoring the twitch in his penis. Although he hated having sex with Snape, he wasn’t about to turn down an orgasm, much less head. Besides, after Snape had helped him with Avery, he sort of felt like he owed Snape and he didn’t want to be in the Death Eater’s debt.

Once he had finished his meal, he stood up and walked to the bed, dropping his towel on the floor as he climbed onto the mattress and lay on his stomach, facing the wall. He heard Snape undress behind him. It always took Snape a long time to take off his clothes and Harry wondered why he bothered getting fully dressed on the days when they would be having sex. His cock was getting very excited by what was to come and steadily thickened despite his best efforts to ignore it. He didn’t want Snape to see him fully hard; the Death Eater would think Harry wanted it.

Snape finally climbed onto the bed and touched Harry’s hip. Harry rolled over, keeping his eyes away from Snape. He felt the spells cast and then Snape bent down to lick Harry’s left nipple. Harry arched up against his mouth, clenching his pillow tightly as Snape began to tease the right one with his fingers as he worked the left with his mouth. Harry had to bite his lip to stop from moaning aloud in pleasure at the sensation of having his nipples played with. Snape’s hot mouth sucked on the small nubs the way he had sucked on Harry’s cock, and when Snape turned to take the right one into his mouth, Harry was so fucking hard he was worried he was going to blow just from having his nipples sucked.

Luckily, Snape released his chest then and opened the lubrication jar. Harry dutifully spread his legs, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for his favourite part. Snape pushed a finger inside of him and added a second shortly, fucking Harry with them slowly.

He wasn’t going to do it, Harry realised. Snape had given him head that first time to get Harry to relax, not because he was gay.

“Give me your mouth… please…” Harry begged. He thought about refusing to let Snape go inside unless he got head first but the Death Eater could just force him completely if he needed to.

Snape’s fingers stilled inside of Harry. “Look, it’s best to show the Dark Lord one complete session. You don’t need it to relax.”

“I want it,” Harry insisted. “If I am going to be the woman, then I want it.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Snape said impatiently. “Women don’t have prostates.” He pressed his fingers against that spot inside Harry before withdrawing them.

“Please… if you give me three more I’ll even give you one,” Harry offered, sitting up.

“No,” said Snape firmly.

“Fine, two,” Harry persisted. Snape’s refusal, even at the offer of receiving a blowjob, made Harry just want to get head even more.

“No, I don’t want fellatio-”

“WHA-?!” The man was a liar.

“From you,” Snape clarified. “I want to get this whole process finished with as soon as possible. I certainly do not want to lengthen it with other acts.”

“I want to have sex with Ginny, but that isn’t going to happen, is it? If we have to do it, then we might as well make the best of it.” Harry reached forward and circled his fingers around Snape’s cock.

Snape grabbed Harry’s wrist and yanked his hand away immediately. “I don’t want that.” He pushed Harry back down on the bed. “I will do as you request, but you owe me.”

“Fine,” Harry quickly agreed. He was happy to have won this battle. He doubted he’d be in this prison long enough to have to give Snape head more than once at the most.

“You will do any training I give to you without complaint and defer to me in front of the other Death Eaters in order to convince them that I have cowed you,” Snape insisted.

“Okay,” Harry nodded. He had gotten quite good at playing submissive to Snape around others, and he didn’t mind it as long as both of them knew it was just an act.

Snape shifted his body to get into position. He bent down to take Harry into his hot mouth, enveloping the head of Harry’s penis in one swift stroke. Harry moaned in pleasure and curled up one knee, bending his leg to the side so Snape had greater access to his body. Snape firmly held Harry down with the hand he had wrapped around the base of Harry’s cock. He began to bob his head over Harry’s penis, as a finger slid back inside of him. A second one joined the first as Snape rubbed between Harry’s balls with his thumb.

“Oh, yes!” Harry gasped, grabbing his pillow tightly as he tried to get Snape to move his fingers over that spot inside of him. “More… touch me…” Snape figured out what Harry wanted and began finger fucking him while sucking hard on Harry’s prick.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck!” Harry cried as he thrust between Snape’s fingers and Snape’s mouth. He had been so hard he was already close to orgasm, his entire body taut as he rushed toward release. “Oh my god, I’m going to come.” He reached down to grab Snape’s hair.

Snape lifted his head and removed his fingers. Harry released him and lay back down, panting for breath.

“Lie down on the bed on your stomach,” instructed Snape.

Harry flipped over and held himself still. He heard and felt Snape move off the bed. After a bit, Snape climbed on the bed, pretending that it was the first time he had approached Harry that evening. He cast the spells again and tugged on the pillow. Harry lifted his head so Snape could slide it out from under him. Snape curled his fingers around Harry’s hip and Harry obediently raised his arse so Snape could slide the pillow under his stomach.

Harry was so hard, he wanted Snape to just go inside so he could orgasm already, but Snape was still pretending and he started with fingers first. Harry bit his lip as he tried to ignore his desperate prick.

Finally, just as Harry was about the scream at Snape in frustration, the Death Eater pressed himself inside. Harry moaned in pleasure and pressed back against him, trying to get him to hurry up. He understood what Snape had been trying to tell him the first time. Snape’s cock slid in easily when he pushed back against it, the thick length stretching him slowly. Once Snape was completely inside, he put his arms on either side of Harry’s upper torso and began to thrust, rocking Harry against the bed. Harry tried to thrust back against Snape’s body, enjoying the feel of skin pressed against his own.

Snape fucked him slow and deep, burying himself to his balls with each stroke. It felt good, but Harry couldn’t come with his dick trapped in the sheets. Luckily, Snape pushed himself up on his hands, removing his body from Harry’s as he continued to thrust. The new position wasn’t hitting Harry right so he propped himself up on his elbows and curled his legs up under him to raise up his arse. The shift in position freed his cock and let Snape strike his prostate completely with each stroke. Yes, fuck yes! Harry bit his lip to stop himself from crying out. It didn’t bother him to be on his knees this time, especially when Snape slid one hand down Harry’s chest and curled his long fingers around the young wizard’s prick.

Harry cried out in pleasure and pushed his cock against Snape’s fingers until his entire body was tingling with electricity and he was pouring himself out on the sheets, the rush of his orgasm leaving him breathless. Snape released Harry’s cock and grabbed his hips. He began to drill into Harry with force, fucking him hard as he neared his own orgasm. Harry squeezed around him, knowing it made the Death Eater come faster, and it wasn’t long before Snape’s body shifted into the jerky shudders that meant he was close. He leaned forward and wrapped one arm around Harry, hugging him tightly as he emptied himself inside.

It startled Harry. Snape had never hugged him before, not even when they pressed together after sex. The Death Eater’s breaths were harsh in Harry’s ear as he panted, still hugging Harry tightly, holding them both up with one strong arm. Finally, he released his grip and carefully removed himself from Harry’s arse.

Harry scooted to the side so Snape could lie down on the bed beside him. The Death Eater did so and Harry pressed into his side, putting his head tentatively on Snape’s chest. Snape wasn’t as stiff as he normally was when Harry first pressed against him. Harry guessed the Death Eater had had a particularly good orgasm. He seemed to like it best when Harry was on his hands and knees.

Harry had hated that position so much in the beginning, but he was starting to like it now. It was certainly better than being chained up and he was glad Snape didn’t do that to him anymore. He liked the fact that he had the biggest range of movement when he was on his knees. He could move forward to lie flat on his stomach or push back to rise up to a kneeling position. Anything that allowed him to control the sex, even something as simple as the position, made him happy.

Plus, Snape sometimes held him in that position. Hugs didn’t make his whole body tingle like they had in the beginning, and Harry certainly didn’t want hugs when he wasn’t in bed with Snape. If Snape had tried to hug him any other time, he would’ve punched him as hard as he could. Hugging during sex was different though. There were a lot of things Harry tolerated and even enjoyed during and immediately after sex that he would ordinarily hate, like kissing. They hadn’t kissed for a while now, and Harry felt heat rush to his face as he remembered how good it had been when they did it before, but he certainly wasn’t going to request it. Kissing was a lot more intimate than blowjobs for some reason. He’d ask for a blowjob but not a kiss.

Finally, Snape pushed Harry away and cast the cleaning spells. He dressed, his back to Harry as he pulled on his clothes. Snape’s refusal to acknowledge his enjoyment infuriated Harry. Snape was trying to pretend he was straight and denying his gay behaviour by pretending that he didn’t enjoy having sex with Harry. Harry wasn’t going to let him get away with it. He didn’t want to have gay sex and especially not gay sex with Snape, but he had to admit that it could be pleasurable. If he could admit that, and he was the woman most of the time, then Snape could admit it too. Snape left in a hurry as soon as he finished dressing.

Harry pulled the sheets over himself. Snape hadn’t said what blowjob ratio he had agreed to, but Harry hoped that Snape would give him two more before he had to give one. It didn’t look too hard, just like trying to eat a really large sandwich. Snape obviously really disliked giving Harry head, and the fact that Harry had managed to make him do it twice made the young wizard quite pleased with himself. Yeah, it was very gay to give another man head, but he was getting several in return for every one he gave, and Snape would never tell anyone or he would have to admit to his own gayness.

Snape stormed back into the hallway. “Get up, the Dark Lord is here.”

Harry stared at him as Snape marched in through the bars and grabbed him by the arm. Snape roughly pulled him from the bed, cast the chaining spell, and then began dragging him upstairs.

Voldemort was here? That was unusual, wasn’t it? Harry’s heart leapt up to his throat as he nervously followed Snape up the stairs. Voldemort was standing in the throne room with Avery, who had a triumphant look on his face. Oh no, had the Death Eater managed to get a second chance to torture Harry?

Snape pushed Harry to his knees in the centre of the throne room and bowed low to Voldemort. “My lord?”

“Has there been any progress with the potion since we last spoke?” Voldemort asked in a cool tone that sent shivers down Harry’s spine.

“No, my Lord, I-“

“Crucio!” Voldemort cast on Snape and Harry flinched and tried to look as small as possible. He stared at the floor, unable to watch Snape being hurt. If Voldemort was this angry at Snape, then he would treat him even worse. “I think you are enjoying the slave too much, Severus. I am disappointed with your lack of progress. Perhaps you need to be motivated again. You will come with me and complete a different task. Avery will be in charge of the slave for a week.”

No! NO! Harry wanted to scream but forced himself to bite his tongue. If he insisted on Snape remaining with him, Voldemort would remove Snape longer just to torture him. He was sinking into blackness and barely heard Snape say, “Yes, my Lord.”

Snape got to his feet and Harry watched with panic and pain as Snape followed Voldemort out the door. Harry wanted to run after him and beg him to do anything but leave him with Avery. He would give him blowjobs every day, he would clean the entire house whenever Snape requested it, he would do anything, anything Snape wanted as long as Snape did not leave him with Avery.

Snape did not look back once, and when the door shut behind his retreating form, Harry could do nothing but stare at the door in shock. This had to be a dream. This couldn’t be happening to him. He should’ve made sure Snape enjoyed having sex with him so he wouldn’t have left like that. So he wouldn’t have been abandoned without a fight, without even a single backward glance. He was drowning and the pain he felt in his chest at Snape’s rejection seemed to tear him apart. He barely noticed when Avery’s fingers curled around his upper arm and he was pulled to his feet.

“You’re mine now.”

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