Snape returned and stepped through the bars. “Has the Veritaserum worn off?”

“Yeah. Can I develop a tolerance to it?”

“Yes.” Snape spelled dinner for Harry. “Not by tomorrow though. I must return to brewing. I should be finished shortly.” He hurried off again and Harry pulled his pork roast towards himself. He wondered what Snape was brewing that made him leave Harry during a time when they should be practising as much as possible. He didn’t want to screw this up. He had to convince Voldemort he was broken or else he’d have to face Malfoy again. He wanted to avoid that more than anything else.

Snape stepped through the library doors while Harry was still eating his apple crumble.

“Now we will attempt to train you in Occlumency while you are relaxed. After you finish your meal, go to the bathroom and draw up a bath to your preference,” Snape instructed.

“Can’t I do it while on the bed?” asked Harry, not wanting to be naked in front of Snape.

“I intend to launder your sheets,” Snape informed him and then stepped past Harry to collect the sheets. He added, “we should perform tonight.”

One of the last things Harry wanted to do right then was have sex with Snape but he didn’t really have a choice. He finished his crumble and then trudged into the bathroom. He added the bubble bath before he hurriedly stripped and climbed into the tub. He settled under the cover of the bubbles and waited. It wasn’t the sex that Harry currently disdained so much as the intimacy coupled with it. Sex could be quite enjoyable and left him feeling refreshed, but sex was usually accompanied by hugging and other actions which caused their bodies to become intertwined. Snape had broken Harry’s trust and he wanted an apology before he forgave him. He wouldn’t hold his breath. Harry reckoned that an apology from Snape was an event of cosmic proportions. The sun would turn supernova and destroy all life on Earth before Snape ever said, ‘I’m sorry.’ If Harry had been able to, he would have refused to let Snape touch him until he apologised.

Snape stepped into the room and transported his chair to beside the tub. “Are you relaxed?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” Harry muttered.

Snape held up a vial. “This potion mimics all the effects of Veritaserum except for its truth-inducing capabilities. It is also easier to Occlude against. We will practise with this first before moving on to Veritaserum.” He pressed the vial into Harry’s hand.

It was still warm. Snape must’ve just brewed it. Harry uncorked it and quaffed it. It was bitterly salty and made him gag. “Augh.”

Snape took his seat, watching Harry as the potion took effect.

A feeling of calm stole over Harry as all his concerns were washed away. The combination of the warm bath and blissful potion left Harry in a state of such calm that he wanted to remain there forever. “’snice,” he slurred, finding it difficult to speak.

“Now close your mind. Stop me from penetrating your defences.” Even though Snape was sitting less than two hand spans away from Harry, his voice seemed to drift from far across a great divide. “Release your emotions…”

Harry attempted to do it, but he had never been good at clearing his mind of emotions.

“Legilimens!” Snape pushed in easily. He retreated once he realised he was inside. “Focus, Potter. Clear your mind. Rid it off all emotion. Are you ready?”

Harry frowned as he tried to follow Snape’s instructions. “Okay…”

“Legilimens!” Snape easily broke through again. “Try again, Potter.”

The next attempts were equally as disastrous. Snape’s voice became more and more impatient and after yet another failed trial he snapped, “Potter! Are you even trying? You should be making at least some progress, but your mind remains as unguarded as ever!”

“I’ve never done it,” Harry informed him dreamily. Snape’s bad mood couldn’t bring him down at all.

“You’ve accomplished Occlumency before although-”

“No, not Occlumency. Emptying my mind. I’ve never done that.”

“I don’t see why not since it is so empty to begin with,” Snape muttered, still aggravated.

Harry thought Snape really should take some of his own potion. He obviously needed to relax more than Harry did. He picked up the vial and handed it to Snape. “This will make you feel better.”

Snape gave him an odd look and pocketed it. “How have you been able to Occlude if you don’t empty your mind of emotion?”

Harry shrugged. “I build walls. That’s what I did against him. I hide behind them.” He tapped his temple.

“I see…” Snape stroked his mouth with his finger. “Then build your walls against me. Do whatever you need to do in order to stop me from entering your mind.”

“Okay…” That was easy for Harry to do.

“Legilimens!”

Harry’s walls stopped Snape from entering.

“Interesting….” Snape gazed at him as if he were a particularly fascinating concoction he had just discovered. “Again. Legilimens!”

It was easy to keep Snape out.

“Very good. Now, do it without showing your concentration on your face. Legilimens!”

Harry tried but he hadn’t been aware he was even showing anything on his face.

“Keep your face smooth. Legilimens!”

He made another attempt but it obviously wasn’t good enough because Snape sighed. “You need to-”

“I don’t know what my face is doing,” Harry muttered.

Snape conjured a mirror and floated it to him. “Practise Occluding without revealing your inner struggle.” He stepped out of the room.

Harry stared at his face in the mirror. His hair was quite wild with pieces sticking up all over. It had got fairly long in the back and bits of it touched his shoulders. It was a good thing Ginny wasn’t here to see him. He’d have to get fixed up before he went to see her. He touched his chin where he was beginning to get a bit of stubble. He wondered when his beard would finish filling out. It was rather spotty.

Snape returned to the room and Harry remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He built his walls, watching as his eyebrows slid in towards each other and his nose wrinkled. He kept trying to build them without showing any expression on his face but it was rather difficult. As the potion wore off, he found his face showed more expression, not less.

Finally, Snape said. “That will be enough for tonight. Dry off and return to your cage.” He left and Harry stepped out of the tub after opening the drain. He reckoned he should just grit his teeth and get this over with. He towelled himself off and tucked his clothing under his arm as he headed back to his cell, his towel held tightly around his waist.

Snape had replaced the linens on his bed and was checking Harry’s toiletries. Harry crossed the room, dropping his clothing on the table before he climbed on the bed, lying on his side, facing the wall with the towel still wrapped around his waist. Snape stepped over and Harry heard him undressing, carefully folding clothes as he did so. The mattress dipped when Snape had finally finished and joined Harry on the bed. He pressed up against Harry’s back, his right hand sliding over Harry’s waist and up his chest. Harry could feel his dick, half hard, pressing into his lower back, just above the towel. Snape’s thumb brushed over his left nipple, slowly flickering back and forth over the nub while it stiffened into hardness. Harry’s body was a hungry creature that yearned to be stroked and mouthed even when his mind was reluctant to be touched.

Snape was even more eager than Harry, steadily hardening against Harry’s back. He wiggled one hand under Harry’s upper chest, pressing himself more fully against Harry’s back. His left hand took over where his right had left off. He teased Harry’s nipple with his fingers, rolling, pinching, tugging, caressing, while his right stroked in slow circles that drifted lower and lower. Finally, Snape opened the towel, revealing Harry’s slowly hardening cock. He brushed his fingertips over the head of Harry’s penis, and the eager organ jumped in response. He closed his fingers around it and stroked him slowly as he began to mouth the back of Harry’s neck, his teeth lightly grazing over the skin there.

Harry could feel Snape’s cock, fully hard now, rubbing against his back as Snape stroked his length. Harry knew Snape wanted him. Snape wanted to penetrate him and fuck him into the bed. Harry discretely rubbed back against the twitching length caught between their bodies and was responded with a sharp intake of breath by his ear. He’d have to work for it, Harry decided.

Snape shifted away from him and opened the lube, filling the room with the scent of strawberries. Harry rolled to his back and spread his legs, closing his eyes. Snape approached him again and Harry felt the cleaning spell. He kept his body tense as Snape pushed his finger inside. Snape’s other hand stroked over his inner thighs to try to relax him as he slid his finger in and out slowly. Harry held his body taut, not ready to relax for Snape yet.

Sensing the battle he had in front of him, Snape curled his free hand around the base of Harry’s penis and bent to flicker his tongue over the head. Harry gasped in pleasure. Yes! Snape’s talented tongue gave the delicate head a long, slow lick before he sucked it into his mouth. Oh god. Harry’s hips jerked up and he moaned loudly in pleasure. Fuck. Snape could be a complete git as long as he did that more often.

A second finger joined the first, but Harry had given up his resistance. He thrust back against them as Snape’s tongue swirled around the head. Snape began fucking Harry with his fingers, allowing him to thrust into his warm mouth. “Fuck… fuck…” His balls drew in tight against his skin and he cried out in pleasure as Snape worked him steadily to orgasm.

Then, just when he was almost about to blow, Snape released Harry’s desperate manhood and withdrew his fingers. Harry grit his teeth at the loss. Snape turned Harry back on his side and shifted to lay behind him in the same position as earlier. Harry remembered how they had fucked on their sides from long ago and lifted up his right leg, bending it at the knee. Snape curled his fingers around Harry’s upper calf to hold it in place and slowly pressed himself inside.

Harry gasped as Snape steadily spread him open and filled him up. He clenched the sheets tightly, concentrating on the sensation in his arse as Snape’s heat filled him. Once Snape had buried himself completely, he began to thrust slowly, pressing his body against Harry’s back as he fucked him. He slid his left arm back under Harry’s upper torso and pulled the young wizard against him in a hug. Harry moaned and pressed back against Snape. He wanted to melt into his heat. It felt so good to be held like that, a hand pressed flat against his chest while the other held his legs open. Snape’s breaths were ragged in Harry’s ear and his heart pounded in his chest. He lightly kissed the back of Harry’s neck, his breath hot against Harry’s skin. Harry gave a squeeze around him and his breath caught in his throat and he began to thrust a bit harder.

It was easy to believe that Snape cared for him then. He closed his eyes and pressed back into the warm body holding him tightly. He imagined that Snape was asking for forgiveness with his body, because he couldn’t with his words. He’d give it to him, but only with his body as well. Harry lifted his left hand and placed it over Snape’s, threading his fingers through Snape’s larger ones. Snape curled his hand, catching Harry’s fingers in his own as he continued to thrust. It was perfect. In that moment, he had everything.

Snape released Harry’s leg and lowered his right hand to encircle his fingers around Harry’s cock. He masturbated him in time to his thrusts as he lightly bit Harry’s ear.

“Oh god.” Harry reached back with his right hand and grabbed Snape’s side as he tightened his left around Snape’s hand. He thrust forward into Snape’s fingers, riding Snape’s cock eagerly. Snape gave soft growl around Harry’s ear and wanked him faster. “Fuck!” Harry cried out as his body went taut. His orgasm rolled through him like waves and he came and came, his entire body pulsing with the after ripples. Snape moaned in his ear and released Harry’s dick to grab his hip and fuck him faster. He closed his mouth on Harry’s neck, lightly biting the skin there, as he neared his own orgasm. He held Harry tightly as he came, his fingers squeezing around Harry’s.

Once Snape’s body had finished shaking, he carefully removed himself from Harry’s arse. He did not shift away however, remaining pressed firmly up against Harry’s back. Harry closed his eyes and rested in the embrace, holding Snape’s fingers between his own. He felt as relaxed and contented now as he had been on the drug. He wanted to stay there, wrapped in Snape’s arms, forever.

They lay like that for several minutes before Harry broke the silence. “You will be there tomorrow?”

“Yes. The Dark Lord and I will accompany you. No one else should be there, although undoubtedly there will be many who will try to gain favour so that they may be permitted to join us.”

“Why?”

“The world will see how high they are in his rank to be allowed with his most prized prisoner,” Snape explained.

“What will we do if I mess up?” Harry asked, concerned. He hadn’t been able to master Occluding yet and he didn’t trust himself to rely completely on the evasion method.

“You won’t,” Snape assured him.

“But if I do?” Harry pressed.

“Then we will pretend you were confused,” Snape answered easily. “I do not take unnecessary risks. I would not have suggested this particular scenario unless I was fully confident that we would be able to emerge victorious.”

“Just tell me you have a backup plan.”

“Of course I do,” responded Snape instantly. “I have much more to lose from this plan than you do.”

“How?”

“The worst that could happen as far as you are concerned is that he will learn that you are not broken. The worst that could happen as far as I am concerned is that you will reveal our plans and the Dark Lord will kill me.” Snape released Harry’s fingers and turned his hand around so that their palms were flush against each other. “Do I feel nervous to you?”

Snape’s skin was as cool and dry as ever. “No.”

“Aren’t Gryffindors supposed to be courageous? Don’t tell me you are scared.”

“Hey!” Harry protested, shifting to a sitting position. “I’m not scared. I’m just wondering what we are going to do if I mess up. If they ask a yes or no question-”

“They won’t,” Snape answered confidently, rolling onto his back. “They have a limited amount of time and will not want to ask dead end questions. I can always use Langlock on you if it is needed.”

“Why don’t you give me a potion that counteracts the effects of Veritaserum ahead of time?”

“They might expect that and test for it. We want to completely convince them of your slavery. It is imperative that you and I are the only ones who know that you are anything other than a brainwashed slave.”

Harry thought of the note he had sent to Ron and Hermione. He hadn’t said anything about working with Snape in it. As far as they knew, Snape was a fully fledged Death Eater. It was better that way. The less they knew, the more they were protected. “So then what happens? Once we pass this test.”

Snape’s wand flew to him and he cast the cleaning spells. “It is best not to plan too far ahead. We shall see if this test will be enough to convince the Dark Lord. If not, then I will devise other ways for you to prove yourself to him.” He sat up and picked his y-fronts off the chair.

“Your back…” Harry reached forward to touch the scar Snape had received during his absence from Harry. It was more pinkish than the rest of Snape’s back and felt smoother than the normal coloured areas around it. “Why hasn’t it healed? Did I not put enough healing potion on it?”

Snape stood and grabbed his tee shirt, pulling it over his head quickly. “My body does not heal as quickly as yours and I did not continue the treatment as long as I should have.”

“Why not?” Harry asked, watching Snape slide on his trousers.

“What is one more scar among many?” Snape asked absently as his hands flickered over the buttons of his shirt.

Harry watched him dress. He wore so many layers and kept himself tightly buttoned as if he were afraid he would suddenly be undressed. Harry remembered how reluctant he had been to remove his clothes in the practice room and how he had worn clothes even during sex until Harry insisted that he undress as well. Were Snape’s clothing concerns a response to the trick Harry’s father had played on him during his fifth year? Harry hoped that his father hadn’t removed Snape’s underpants. He couldn’t imagine how humiliating it must be to have one’s genitals exposed before classmates.

Suddenly, Harry realised that they might take pictures at the interview. He sprang to his feet, startling Snape. “Are they going to take pictures of me?”

“I assume so.”

“Can I wear clothes?” he requested desperately. “I don’t want them to take pictures of me while I’m naked.”

“I will see what I can do.” Snape finished arranging his clothes. “Sleep now. We shall return to training after the interview tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Snape strode off, his robes billowing behind him. Harry crawled into his bed and pulled the covers over himself. If Snape was confident, then he would be too. If it came down to it, Snape could release Harry’s bonds and both of them could attack Voldemort. Snape didn’t seem the sort who would allow either of them to be killed without a fight.

The combination of the potion and the sex left him very relaxed and he drifted off to sleep before long.

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