Penance is the Play

Chapter 3

"Get some sleep, Potter," Snape said against Harry's hair.

"But I'm not tired," Harry said, looking up at Snape. Then a wide yawn took control of his mouth.

"Petulant child," Snape muttered. He reached for his wand, and cast a quick cleaning spell on them both. "Have you perhaps considered I'm tired?"

Harry's eyes drooped shut. "No. But we'll go to sleep. Though it's not my fault you're too old to keep up with me."

Snape released a loud snort, but didn't comment. He turned off the lights and wrapped an arm around Harry's waist. Harry curled against him, resting his cheek on Snape's warm chest.

It had been a good day. There had been potions brewing, defensive charms, Occlumency, a defense lesson Snape had won, and sex. Harry liked the latter best. He hadn't minded one bit Snape had won a blow job again. Though this time Snape had wanted his reward upstairs, in bed, and afterward Harry'd rubbed against him until he came. And now they were lying close together, comfortably, and Harry liked that very much, too.

At some point, Harry's thoughts turned to dreams, and he found himself in their workroom, and Snape was naked and hard, and Harry sucked Snape's cock, and Snape told him he was much better at it than Voldemort --

Searing pain ripping through his head yanked Harry from his dreams, and he sat up with a gasp, clutching his forehead in his hands. The lights came on, and beside him, Snape grimaced with pain, his left arm pressed against his chest.

"God, that hurts," Harry moaned. The pain lost its heat, and slowly burned down to nothing. Harry's scar throbbed, and he lowered his hands and looked at Snape.

Dropping his left arm to the sheets, Snape's expression relaxed, and he inhaled a few quivering breaths. He looked back at Harry. "Were you dreaming? What were you dreaming?"

"Er...just something irrelevant."

"Are you sure, Potter? It couldn't have been a foretelling dream?"

Harry chuckled. "I dreamed I was sucking your cock in the workroom. And I think you mentioned Vol – him. That was it."

"I daresay that is a foretelling dream, though not one of any particular use," Snape said, and chuckled as well.

Smiling, Harry looked down Snape's body, and noticed the Dark Mark on Snape's arm. It was as black as Snape's eyes, and stood out against his pale skin. Harry pursed his lips. "Did he just summon you?" he asked. "Do you have to leave now?"

Snape shook his head. "That was a summons, however, I don't answer them."

"Ah." Harry was relieved to hear that, though it also confused him. "I thought you were spying for the Order."

"What I do for the Order is none of your concern, Potter," Snape said, and he sounded distant and cold.

"I was just worried," Harry said, looking away from Snape.

Snape sighed. "What I meant to say was, it's safer for both of us if you don't know my exact work." He stroked the tip of his finger over Harry's scar. "You are too close to him."

"You mean, he could...?"

"If he ever found a new way into your mind, then yes, it's safer if you don't know certain things."