Harry dreamt Ginny was rubbing his crotch in Potions class.

“Snape will see,” he hissed, his eyes focused on Snape’s back as the Potions Master wrote on the blackboard.

“No he won’t,” Ginny purred, pulling down the zip on Harry’s trousers. She eased Harry’s hard cock out slowly.

“Oh god,” Harry breathed, clutching the table for support. Ginny’s hand slowly stroked up and down his shaft. He kept his eyes focused on Snape as she worked him just the way he liked it. She started twisting her hand near the top and Harry could not help but let out a moan of appreciation. Snape turned around and stalked over to him all the while Ginny kept working him.

“Are you paying attention, Potter?” Snape glared at him.

“Yes,” he barely managed to grind out. He glanced over at Ginny, but she was no longer sitting beside him. He felt a hot mouth around his dick and realised she had crawled under the table to give him head. He hoped Snape wouldn’t notice her absence. He had no idea how he would explain it.

Luckily, Snape returned to the front of the classroom and started lecturing again. Ginny was moaning around his cock and Harry put his finger to his lip as he stared down at her.

“Quiet! He’ll hear you!”

“He can’t take what’s mine.” She deep-throated him and his eyes rolled back in his head. Fuck! It was amazing!

“Ginny!” he gasped, thrusting into her mouth.

He woke suddenly, finding himself humping the mattress. He quickly looked around for the source of the disturbance, but didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. His dick was pulsing with excitement. Harry rolled onto his back and wrapped three fingers around the tip. He imagined they were Ginny’s mouth and continued the dream manually. She’d take him in all the way. All the way down to the root. God, she had been so eager to suck his cock.

“Ginny….” She’d suck him all the way too, no pulling off at the last second like with Snape. She’d suck him off and then swallow his spunk and- “Fuck!” His hand jerked faster and his breath caught in his throat as pressure built and built and then he was coming, catching his semen in his left hand as he emptied himself with thorough strokes. It was nice, but he wanted more. Since he hadn’t been injured during his last encounter with Voldemort, he’d probably be getting sex today. Maybe he could convince Snape to give him head again. Maybe he could even get Snape to kneel down before him like Ginny had in the dream. That’d be really hot.

Harry slid out of bed and trudged over to the sink to clean himself. Snape would probably ask for his blowjob today. Harry wasn’t too concerned about giving it. He could just use his hands a lot if it tasted nasty or something.

Snape walked in as he was washing his hands.

“I was thinking that I should practise aiming while dodging again since it’s what I most need to work on,” Harry suggested as he dried off his hands and approached the table where food had been set out for him.

“I agree.” Snape took his chair and summoned tea. “Perhaps we may need to set up an exercise in which you aim at a single fast moving target.”

“Yeah, I think that’ll help.” Harry nodded. He jokingly added, “Having my glasses would help too.”

“I intend to give them to you today,” Snape told him.

“Brilliant. You should give them to me so I can read without having to put the books right next to my face.” He dug into his bangers and mash.

Snape arched his eyebrow at him.

Harry shrugged in response. “You’re good at breaking rules without getting caught. Which reminds me … I want to see your owl again. I liked her.”

“She was rather taken with you,” Snape admitted.

“Really?”

“You gave her six treats. I haven’t given her that many in the entire time I’ve owned her.”

“You should!” Harry attacked his bacon. “She deserves them.”

“She is on a diet.” Snape watched Harry eat. “If she had your metabolism then perhaps I would.”

Harry finished his meal as fast as he could and rushed through his morning routine. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Snape stepped out through the bars and walked upstairs. Harry trotted after him eagerly. “So how are we going to find the last Horcrux if we are both stuck in here?”

“Have you no faith in Granger and Weasley?” Snape asked as he walked towards the throne room.

“I just think that I should be helping them. I mean … what if they can’t find it on their own?” Harry stepped through after him. The room was empty except for its normal sparse furnishing. Harry ran over to Voldemort’s throne chair and plopped down in it.

“Get out of the chair,” Snape said, shooting a death glare at Harry.

He couldn’t aim very well in it anyway, so he returned to Snape. “This is my least favourite room. If I ever lived here I’d convert it to something completely different.”

“Why would you ever reside here?” Snape gave him an odd look as he handed Harry his glasses and the laser pointer.

Harry slipped his glasses on and stared around the room with interest now that he could make it out clearly. It looked exactly as how he had pictured it. “I dunno. Sometimes I dream that I live here with Ginny.” And Snape, but he sure as hell wouldn’t admit that to Snape.

Snape stepped away from him and summoned a ball. He enchanted it, then sent it whizzing off along the walls. “I will add more after you learn how to target this one efficiently.”

“Alright.” Harry moved to the centre of the room and followed the path of the ball with his eyes. It was moving incredibly fast, faster than any human could move. Snape stepped onto the dais and assumed the seat to the right side of the throne. He removed a book from his robes and began to read, ignoring Harry.

“How’ll you know that I’ve done it unless you look at me?” Harry asked him.

“Potter, if you cheat you will only be hurting yourself,” Snape answered without taking his eyes from the book.

“And you,” Harry reminded him as he returned to targeting. He had assumed that his proficiency would be greatly improved once his glasses had been returned to him, but he was only slightly better than he had been before. After about a half hour, he thought he hit the ball, but nothing happened. “How will I know if I hit it?”

“You’ll know,” Snape assured him, turning another page of his book.

Harry sighed and sat on the ground. There was no sense in standing for hours after all. He hated aiming. Dodging was a million times better than aiming. He probably wouldn’t even have a wand anyway. He listlessly shot at the ball for a moment before a wave of guilt washed over him. What was he doing? Hermione and Ron needed him to practise as much as he possibly could in as many different forms of combat as he could. Once they found and destroyed the last Horcrux, he’d have to be ready to go before Voldemort.

Harry got to his feet and focused all of his attention on aiming. He’d master this lesson and he’d do it soon. He tried to estimate where the ball would move to next and aim ahead of it rather than aiming behind it. It was rather difficult to do because the ball did not appear to move in any discernable patterns. Finally, Harry managed to land a hit and it fell to the floor. “I did it!”

Snape flicked his wand without looking up from his book and the ball began to race around the room again. “Again.”

Harry resolutely turned back to aiming. If he did it once, he could do it again. He was on his fourth round when Snape suddenly stood.

“Someone is here.” He vanished the ball and then sent a hamper of cleaning supplies to Harry. Harry caught the hamper, watching as Snape strode towards the massive main doors. It was too soon for him to be tortured, right? He pulled out a cloth and pretended to be rubbing the floor clean.

The main doors opened and Narcissa Malfoy stepped in dressed in black robes. Snape smiled at her. Harry was so shocked by that action that he dropped his cloth. Snape smiling? It wasn’t the fake smiling he sometimes did either, where his eyes remained unchanged while his lips curled. Snape appeared genuinely happy to see her. He had never smiled at Harry like that, not even when Harry had performed exceptionally well. Snape crossed the room and clasped her offered hand in his. “What a pleasant surprise!* What brings you here?”

Harry stared at them. Snape hated the other Death Eaters and they hated him! Why the hell was he being so friendly to Narcissa?

Narcissa glanced at Harry, her eyes filled with pity for him. Snape followed her gaze and flicked his wand. Muffliato prevented Harry from hearing anymore of their conversation. What was Snape hiding from him? They turned back towards each other and Narcissa began to speak. Harry would’ve given anything to hear what she was saying. Her face had an expression of concern as if she were upset. Snape responded to her comments with the same face he used when he was trying to assure Harry of something. She stepped closer to him and began to speak again when Snape brought up his hand. He spoke a few words and she nodded. Snape turned away from her and strode over to Harry. He motioned with his fingers for Harry to stand as he released Muffliato.

Harry set down the cloth and stood, casting a glance back at Narcissa as Snape stepped past him. He knew he was supposed to follow Snape, but he was dying to remain in the throne room and learn why Narcissa had visited Snape. He turned, following Snape out the door. As soon as it was closed behind him, he said, “What was-”

“Langlock!” Snape grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back to his cell. “She could’ve heard you speak. You are a slave. Remember that.” He roughly pushed Harry through the bars and then immediately turned to leave.

Harry watched him go, completely bewildered. It was unlike Snape to remove him from the room during a conversation with a Death Eater. What was Snape discussing with Narcissa that was so private, Harry couldn’t even watch them discuss it? Harry climbed on his bed. He still had the laser pointer and his glasses. It was unlike Snape to forget to take items back from him after the training sessions. Harry felt a bit guilty wearing the glasses in his cell. He knew Snape would get in trouble if he was found to be in possession of them, so he took them off and placed them under his pillow with the laser pointer.

He lay on the mattress wishing that he had Extendable Ears. What the hell were they talking about? Harry remembered how he had overheard Snape talking to someone in his bedroom. Was Snape having an affair with Narcissa Malfoy? It explained why Snape and Lucius seemed to always be at each other’s throats now when they had appeared to be friendly while Harry was at Hogwarts. No, if Lucius knew, he’d probably kill Snape. Unless Voldemort forbade him. Or Lucius didn’t know but suspected.

Harry slid off the bed to exercise. Snape sleeping with Narcissa … the thought made his chest tighten as he filled with anger. If Harry couldn’t have straight sex then Snape shouldn’t either. It wasn’t fair. Did Narcissa know that Snape was having sex with Harry? Maybe that was why Snape removed him from the room. Harry should tell her. If she knew then she wouldn’t want to have sex with him anymore. Harry definitely would tell her.

He exercised until his muscles began to hurt. He washed himself off in the sink when he was finished. He was annoyed with Snape for being gone such a long time. If they weren’t going to focus on finding the Horcruxes then he should be training as much as possible. Harry wasn’t sure he was ready to give up on the Horcruxes yet. He trusted Ron and Hermione to do their best, but he didn’t want to rely entirely on them. Dumbledore had given him the task of destroying the Horcruxes and he really should confirm they were all destroyed before he went before Voldemort.

They may not be able to physically hunt them down, but they could still theorise various places where they might be hidden and puzzle over the other mysteries Dumbledore left behind. Maybe Snape would help him uncover the mysteries of the Deathly Hallows.

The Deathly Hallows! Harry bolted upright. It was as if a door had been opened in his mind. He remembered the visit with Mr. Lovegood and how Voldemort had been searching for the Elder Wand. What if he had found it? The Resurrection Stone had been hidden inside his Snitch which had been resting in his pouch. Had it been destroyed? Did Voldemort still have it? The last memory Harry had of his invisibility cloak was of Hermione carefully placing it inside her beaded bag. Did she still have it? What if he had taken it back before the night he was captured? If Voldemort had all three Hallows then he might be invincible, even if he didn’t know what they were. All their planning could be for naught. Snape should be discussing the Deathly Hallows and Horcruxes with Harry and instead he was off fucking around with Narcissa. It pissed Harry off.

He was still annoyed when Snape returned. He scurried to the edge of the bed when Snape opened the library door. “What were you talking to her about?”

“That’s none of your concern,” Snape said as he stepped through the bars and approached the table.

“Were you talking about me?” Harry persisted.

“What part of ‘that is none of your concern’ did you not understand?” Snape arched an eyebrow as he tapped the table with his wand.

“If you are making plans without me I should know.”

“I already said that it was none of your concern. If you continue to pester me with questions I will leave and you will not train again until tomorrow,” Snape threatened.

Harry folded his arms. “D’you want Voldemort destroyed or not?”

“I want you to learn when to keep your mouth shut. How many times have I told you not to speak-”

“You’ve talked to me outside that door!”

“After I used magic to prevent others from overhearing!”

“No! I was there! You never cast a spell!”

Snape adopted the standard expression of contempt that Harry had come to despise. “So … if I don’t cast a spell in front of you then there is no possibility that it was ever cast?”

“Well, maybe you should say these things instead of just assuming I can read your mind,” Harry protested, throwing up his hands. “I thought the doors were thick.”

“Not as thick as you, obviously.”

Harry gritted his teeth. “Why are you being such an arsehole? It’s almost like you are looking for excuses not to train me.”

“Of course not. You need to learn discipline. I will not train an individual who-”

“It’s not just about training!” Harry interrupted. “What about the Deathly Hallows? If Voldemort gets a hold of all of them, he will be the master of Death! You-”

“Master of Death?” Snape’s expression instantly changed from angry to curious.

“Yeah. If he gets all the Deathly Hallows then it may be impossible to kill him even if we destroy the Horcruxes,” Harry explained.

“Explain.” Snape took his chair.

“Professor Dumbledore gave Hermione a book that contained the legend of the Deathly Hallows. Mr. Lovegood said that whoever possessed all three items, the Invisibility Cloak, the Resurrection Stone, and the Elder Wand would become the master of Death. When I could see what Voldemort saw, he was hunting the Elder Wand. I had the Resurrection Stone in my pouch and I can’t remember-”

“Resurrection Stone? You had the Resurrection Stone?” Snape broke in.

“Yes. Dumbledore gave it to me. It was in my Snitch which I had in my bag.”

“Wait here.” Snape strode off. Harry perched on the edge of his bed as he waited.

Snape returned, holding the Snitch in his hand.

“You have it!” Harry nearly fell off the bed. “But you said-”

“He destroyed what he did not keep,” Snape nodded. “He did not destroy this. It was given to me as a trophy.” He pressed it into Harry’s hands. “Open it, retrieve the Stone.”

“I can’t.” Harry shook his head. He pressed it to his lips. “See … I open at the close. I don’t know what that means.” He handed it back to Snape.

Snape's cold fingers brushed against Harry as he took it back. His eyes were transfixed on the Snitch and he didn’t appear to have heard Harry. When he spoke, it was as if he were speaking to himself. “…bring back the dead….”

Harry frowned. “I don’t think it works like that. I mean, my mum and dad came back in the graveyard, but it wasn’t really them, you know? In the story Dumbledore gave us, a bloke tried to bring his love back but she was miserable because she wasn’t really alive. When he realised that he couldn’t be with her that way, he killed himself.”

“I see,” Snape said, his eyes losing their look of intense concentration. He still held the Snitch tightly, turning it over slowly. “Yet, the phrase ‘Master of Death’-”

“If you had all three then that’s what you’d become. But where is my cloak?” Harry asked.

“I believe Miss Granger is in possession of it,” Snape answered, still not lifting his eyes from the Snitch.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. “The Elder Wand? I think Dumbledore had it. He duelled-”

“The Dark Lord still searches for it. Someone broke into Dumbledore’s tomb and removed the Wand.”

Harry frowned. “I didn’t think anyone else knew about that except for Voldemort, Ron, Hermione and me. Hermione didn’t believe the story either. D’you think they took it?”

“It is possible." Snape was still focused on the Snitch, the expression on his face one Harry had never seen before. Abruptly his expression changed back to his normal cool disinterest and he pocketed the Snitch. “I will research this story. Where are the glasses and the laser pointer?”

Harry scooted to the other end of the bed and lifted the pillow. “What about the rest of the items in my pouch?” He figured the Marauder’s Map, the remains of Sirius’s mirror, and the letter from his mum had been destroyed, but there was the possibility that his photo album remained. If the Snitch had survived as a trophy, then surely the photo album had been given away too. Voldemort had to have kept the remains of his wand. He’d get them back.

“Accio glasses.” Snape caught them and tucked them in his pocket with the Snitch. “I only have possession of the Snitch. You will practise aiming in your cell.” He turned to leave.

“I also want to look at the books,” Harry protested.

“I can’t have you near magical books,” Snape told him. “Focus on aiming for now.” He summoned three balls and enchanted them to zoom around the walls before leaving quickly.

Harry trudged over to the table. His food had gone cold during their discussion. He stirred up his stew as he thought. Voldemort didn’t have any of the Hallows. That was great news for Harry. However, who would’ve taken the Wand from Dumbledore’s tomb? As much as Harry admired Ron and Hermione, he was very doubtful that they had been responsible. After all, Hermione had been very dismissive of the legend as anything other than a fairy tale. He supposed it didn’t matter who took it as much as it mattered that Voldemort did not currently possess it.

After finishing his meal, Harry pushed the chairs and table to the side so that he could aim while in the centre. He was dying to go into the library and join Snape. What was he learning? He had faith that Snape would repeat everything to him once the older wizard finished reading but he didn’t want to wait. What if Snape overlooked something? Maybe there was a clue that only Harry would recognise. Harry realised that he hadn’t been aiming at all and scolded himself. That would wait. He should focus on training for now.

Harry turned back to the balls and targeting them with finesse. It wasn’t long before he managed to knock all three down. He returned to his bed and pressed his ear to the wall, trying to hear into the library. Nothing. He was bored. He slid off the bed so that he could lift up his mattress and examine his books. He finally picked up The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, but he wasn’t very interested in reading it. He’d rather exercise, but he was hoping to have a training session that involved dodging or trying to hit Snape, so he didn’t want to wear himself out. It was either read or wank.

He lay on his bed and opened the book to the spot he had left off on. He tried to read it, but he just couldn’t concentrate. Wanking it was! Harry returned the book to under the bed and rolled onto his back. It was probably best to wank before he had sex. Then Snape could give him head and he wouldn’t have to worry about orgasming twice. Harry slowly stroked himself as he thought about the Hallows. Without the Elder Wand, Voldemort was a far less formidable opponent. He wasn’t too worried even if Voldemort did obtain the Elder Wand. He had the feeling that as long as he learned to dodge proficiently, he would be fine.

“Nothing beyond which we already know,” Snape said as he stepped through the library door. Harry flipped himself over onto his stomach as if he had been struck with lightning. His heart was pounding, but he tried to appear calm and casual.

“You already read through all your books?” Harry gaped at him, trying to ignore his erection which was pressed into the mattress.

Snape was oblivious to Harry’s discomfort. “I did not possess many that spoke of fairy tales of the wizarding world. I looked for other sources, but even of those I find myself lacking. I intend to send an order with Strix in the morning.”

“Oh, I see,” said Harry, trying to will his erection down.

“Come along, you will work on dodging now.”

Harry thought of the grossest things he could think of while he slid off the bed and walked after Snape, hiding his arousal as best he could behind his hands. Thankfully, he was mostly flaccid by the time they reached the practice room which had been cleared of furniture.

“You will attempt to dodge a large number of projectiles at once. Move to the centre of the room.”

Harry walked across the carpet and stretched while Snape set up the exercise. Immediately, nine balls and a spell raced towards him. Harry barely managed to twist out of the way. They reached the opposite wall and joined the others. Normally another set would’ve attacked Harry shortly after he dodged the first, so Harry turned to look at Snape in confusion. A round shot at him while he was distracted and he was hit on the arm by a ball. Harry realised what Snape was trying to train him to do and began watching the walls expectedly. Sometimes the balls took minutes between volleys and other times it was almost instantaneous. Harry was hit several times near the beginning but he soon learned to always keep his guard up and he remained error free for an hour before Snape stopped the exercise.

“Focus on hiding your emotions,” Snape ordered as he returned the furniture. “It is obvious when you anticipate an attack.”

“I’ll stare at the floor around them-”

“Potter-” Snape began to growl.

“-until I get it right,” Harry clarified.

Snape nodded his approval.

“D’you think that the legend of the Deathly Hallows is real?” Harry asked as he followed Snape down the stairs.

“It matters not. The Dark Lord believes at least part of it, which makes it our concern. We should assume it is fact and plan accordingly. If it is not, then we may delay our plans by a currently unknown amount of time. However, if it is real, then to ignore it may result in the destruction of all our plans."

“Yeah … I don’t see why Professor Dumbledore would’ve given us the book unless he wanted me to learn about it for some reason.”

“The Headmaster had his faults, but he was far from the senile old fool he sometimes portrayed himself to be,” Snape agreed.

Harry soaped himself up. “Why d’you think Dumbledore gave me the Resurrection Stone but didn’t give me more clues on how to use it? Am I even supposed to use it? Or is it just something I should possess in case I manage to get all three Hallows at once?”

“Potter, I know you trust the Headmaster to have acted in your best interest, but that may not be wise. He hadn’t always considered your welfare first. And indeed, some of his-”

“I know,” Harry interrupted. “I read about his involvement with Grindewald and the mystery of his little sister. But … when I was hiding after Voldemort tortured me, Dumbledore came to me and he told me that I should trust you, because you would help me. I didn’t want to believe it then, but I see now that he was right. If I hadn’t believed him then, I never would’ve believed you when you said you wanted to help me.”

If Snape thought talking to a dead person was odd, he gave no indication.

“So I’m going to keep trying to follow his plan unless I see good reason to try something else,” Harry continued.

“Very well,” Snape acknowledged. “Is there anything else I need to know which you have neglected to mention?”

Harry thought as he stepped out of the tub and dried off. “I don’t think so…. It was strange. I didn’t forget about the Hallows, but it was like I couldn’t remember them either for some reason. I don’t remember my capture and there might be details that we’d need to know.” Harry picked up the muscle potion and began rubbing it into his legs. “You say that my mind sealed off the memory of my capture?”

“Yes.” Snape stepped forward and picked up the potion. He knelt down to rub it into Harry’s shoulders, his fingers expertly working out the tension with deep, hard strokes that made Harry’s penis thicken. “I’ve not seen the mind restrict memories on its own before and I am reluctant to try to break through the barrier again after the reaction you had when I pushed through it the other time. I will probably have to dose you with high levels of painkillers before a second attempt.”

Harry pressed back into Snape’s touch. Snape’s fingers were stroking him so wonderfully; he wanted to have sex then and there. He bunched the towel over his groin so that Snape couldn’t see he was already hard. He leaned forward, letting Snape’s fingers journey slowly down his spine. Snape massaged the top of Harry’s buttocks before he slid his hands back up to Harry’s shoulders and then removed them to Harry’s disappointment.

Snape stepped away from him and washed his hands in the sink. Harry had gotten so distracted by the massage he couldn’t even remember what they had been talking about. He pulled the towel along with him as he headed back to his cell, careful to hide his erection from Snape.

“Has Voldemort said anything about yesterday?”

“I haven’t seen him since.” Snape spelled dinner on the table and took his chair. “I imagine he is responding to the uproar the articles caused.”

Harry started on his haddock. “What was the reaction? Did I fool everyone?”

“There are many who remain convinced that it was a hoax. There have been calls for you to be brought out in public so that more than a select few individuals may examine you. I doubt that the Dark Lord will acquiesce to those demands.” Snape sipped his tea, watching Harry.

“Oh.” Harry pressed down the stab of disappointment he felt. “I guess I’ll have to set my escape plans back a few days.” He grinned cheekily at Snape who fixed him with a glare that clearly said, ‘don’t you dare.’

“I will bring you a copy of the article once I obtain one. Narcissa told me that the Daily Prophet was so besieged by owls, many gave up and returned home empty handed.”

Narcissa. Harry really didn’t like her; she was so arrogant and snotty. “What were you talking to her about?”

“Not about you, so stop asking.” Snape's icy voice stopped Harry from trying to pry further.

Narcissa probably didn’t know about Harry and Snape. Harry couldn’t wait to tell her. “I don’t need a copy of the article. I can imagine what it says.” Rita Skeeter had probably claimed that he was trying to become a Dark Lord with Voldemort or something equally ridiculous.

“It probably won’t be very flattering to you,” Snape agreed. “That should work to our advantage, however. The more people believe that you are broken, the more you will be treated as such, and the more likely it will be that the Dark Lord will see you that way as well.”

“So what will happen in the throne room now?” Harry couldn’t help but ask.

“I don’t imagine it will change much,” answered Snape slowly. “He may allow a wider group of individuals to have access to you. Before, only those in his close circle were granted permission to ever be near you. I will try to prevent him from increasing the frequency of the torture sessions. After the Avery debacle, I do not believe he will replace me anytime soon. If that should happen, you know what to do.”

Harry’s heart beat fast. Both of them would work their hardest to keep Snape in Voldemort’s favour. “Hopefully they will get bored now that I won’t fight back.”

Snape stood. “Get to bed. You will have two full training sessions tomorrow.”

No sex? Harry had been sure that he would get sex tonight. “What? But I thought….”

“Thought what, Potter?” prompted Snape when Harry couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Harry could feel his face turning red. “I thought we might train more after dinner,” he lied, trying to ignore his thick cock.

“No, I must brew.” Snape cleared the dishes. “You will train longer tomorrow to make up for today.”

Harry bit back his disappointment. “Alright.” He stared at the table as Snape left. Why hadn’t they had sex? Was it because of Narcissa? His anger flared. Then again, Snape had said that he needed to brew. Maybe he liked to sleep after sex like Harry did and preferred to wait for an evening where he could leave Harry and go straight to his room afterwards. Either way, they’d have to have sex soon or Voldemort would become suspicious.

Harry stepped over to the sink and brushed his teeth. Snape wanted him. He would have sex with Harry before long. Harry sat on the toilet and wanked himself slowly, sliding his hand from root to tip. He hadn’t been this randy at Hogwarts. Now it seemed he couldn’t even spend a day with Snape without needing to ejaculate. He thought about how Snape had massaged his back earlier and he imagined the potion-stained hands sliding over Harry’s body, working out the tension everywhere. Snape's longer fingers would finally curl around Harry’s cock and stroke him just the way he needed. Tight and fast and hard and - Harry quickly cupped a hand over the head of his cock as he orgasmed with a soft moan. He stroked himself until he was sure that he had finished, and then cleaned himself off before heading to bed.

Harry slid under the sheets and closed his eyes. His thoughts drifted to his belongings that had been stashed in the pouch. The Snitch hadn’t looked important at all and yet it had been given to Snape. Perhaps the other items had been dispersed among the Death Eaters for similar reasons. How he would find the objects, he had no idea, but knowing that there was a possibility his belongings had survived filled him with hope. He would hold his photo album again.

It wasn’t long before he fell asleep.

*taken from Half Blood Prince

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