What men want

Author : Elehyn

Disclaimer : I’m not JK Rowling so I don’t own the Harry Potter’s series.

A/N : I thank greatly my beta reader, Lathea for her corrections and kindness.

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What men want

Chapter 12 : The mistake

‘He is so beautiful!' heard Harry in his head.

He was lying under warm sheets, eyes still closed and, in this new day, his mind was waking up little by little as Severus’ thoughts were becoming more prolific.

‘He looks so tender, so innocent... whereas he’s actually very passionate and... so soft, so gorgeous' – Harry heard a dreamy sigh – ‘He said he loved me. He made love with me. With me! Wiiiiiiith me!'

Harry pretended to be still in the arms of Morpheus and forbade himself from smiling or stiring. Even when elegant and light fingers flew over his cheek in a caress which showed the man’s love and worship for his young lover. His index ventured then on the right side of his mouth to redraw the bulging outlines of his lower lip.

He should not smile, should not react. Harry didn’t want that neither thoughts nor light strokes cease.

‘Such a beautiful mouth! Sensual and tempting... Oh you know how to give pleasure with that mouth, Harry!...’ was Severus still thinking inwardly.

The agile finger run on his upper lip, savouring its infinite smoothness.

Harry was aware of Severus’ obsession with his mouth. He had known it since the first day when he had been able to hear the men’s thoughts and this fact delighted him. He loved knowing all about his lover’s penchants and other little carnal weaknesses to be able to take advantage of this knowledge for the pleasure of them both.

Harry knew he was wanted and, the day before today, he had shown his professor that the attraction was mutual. It had been the night the most beautiful of all his life so far.

‘My love… My Harry... I can’t believe he’s finally mine! I can’t believe he wants me! It’s too beautiful to be true!’ was in raptures Snape over the wizard beside him.

The potions master slid his fingers from his lips to his cheek and tilted his body to taste the mouth he adored. Harry could not stay still and parted his lips slightly to let out a moan full of desire.

His teacher deepened the kiss tenderly and the young man answered to that kiss with the same sentiment.

When they came apart, Harry rolled over them abruptly to be on top and, straddling the naked man, caught his hands and put them on the mattress, on either side of Severus’ head.

Snape’s frown disappeared when Harry looked at him straight in the eyes with seriousness and confessed him, “I love you so much it aches!”

The older wizard smiled with fondness and replied “The feeling is mutual and I’m happy you’re here...” Then, a teasing glimmer lit in his black iris and he added, “... but I would be happier if you’d take advantage of you position to show me how much you love me!”

Harry smiled back and responded, “As if I didn’t plan to do it while I’m on top!”

OOOoooOOOoooOOO

“I told you to charge along, Ron, not to break Hermione a rib !”

Harry was shaking his head, staring at his friend who, pallid, lowered his head with shame and guilt.

They were in the hospital wing and Madame Pomfrey was busy mending the young woman’s bone.

“What had you done exactly?” asked the Boy-Who-Lived with incomprehension.

“I did what you told me!” murmured a sheepish Ron. “I imagined she was the quaffle and I, the keeper… it was especially easier due to the red dress she wore!”

Harry was stunned, his jaw falling to the floor but Ron didn’t seem to have noticed and was continuing, “It was after the Quidditch training that you missed. I was still on my broom and... and I saw her so... so I told me that if I succeeded to impress her enough, she would be willing to go on a date with me!”

Harry shook his dark head again. Since he could read in boy’s heads, he had realised how much they could make a fool of themselves when they wanted to make people believe that they were very strong and powerful whereas they didn’t have the capacities. He learned that they should not lie about themselves if they didn’t want to humiliate themselves horribly... what was the case of Ron on this present day!

“... So... I thought that if I could fly fast enough towards her and catch her to put her on my broom before me while still flying, she’d find it romantic and would be really impressed!... But...”

Harry closed his eyes, desperate. There were every time a “but” somewhere.

“... but I didn’t estimate the distances and the broom’s strength well enough. I did see at the end that she seemed horrified and that she had started to run but I believed she was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to stop whereas I knew I could!...”

“And what happened next?”

“Well... in fact... I couldn’t stop! I was flying too fast... Oh, Harry, I completely made a fool of myself!”

Harry was nodding, agreeing willingly, and continued more fervently when he heard his red-haired friend add, ‘... especially when I crash myself in the big heap of Hagrid’s new creatures’ dung!

Harry made a disgusted face and understood suddenly what was the source of this sickening smell. He took some steps backwards then grabbed his wand and murmured an intensive cleansing spell on Ron.

“... And Malfoy was there...” cried the younger son of the Weasley’s family.

Harry put one of his hands on his friend’s arm and said, “Don’t worry! I’ll take personally care of Malfoy for you and he’ll keep that secret!”

Ron tilted his head up and was about to reply when Hermione came near them very quickly.

She seemed determined and a strange glimmer was lighting in her eyes. Harry was sure she had heard the end of the talk the two young men just had had. She had understood then the reason of the murderous behaviour of the red-haired wizard.

“Ron!” called she, firmly. She stopped walking when she stood right in front of him. She was staring at him and Ron looked back, nervous. “If one day you felt the urge to seduce me, use rather this method!”

As soon as she stopped talking, she grabbed Ron’s jumper collar and pulled him towards her. She heaved her up and stood on her tiptoes before squeezing her lips on Ron’s. The kiss she gave him was as short as passionate. Then, she pushed him and passed before them, adding a last, “And I’m not a quaffle!” before leaving.

Ron was frozen, eyes wide opened and Harry burst into laughter.

OOOoooOOOoooOOO

“Oh Merlin! Hold me tight! Oh yes ! I missed you so much, my love!”

Severus was worshipping with his hands, lips and tongue the body of the man he was squeezing in his arms while kissing him eagerly. They hadn’t had the chance to make love for twenty one hours and forty seven minutes and this waiting had driven the older man crazy.

“I missed you too, my Sev!” murmured Harry, giving back fervently every kisses he received.

Unable to wait any longer, Severus tore the clothes of his lover with shaking hands and took him passionately against the nearest wall.

As soon as they managed to think again, the potions master lifted Harry in his arms and took him to his bedroom. They had the whole night.

OOOoooOOOoooOOO

“... And Malfoy saw everything...” was Ron crying, on Seamus Finnegan’s shoulder.

“Tell you it’s nothing, Ron! I’ll take care of Malfoy and he won’t say anything to anybody!”

A peculiar glimmer had lit in the Irish wizard’s eyes as soon as he heard the name of the Slytherin and it shone even more as a plan was building in his head.

“You are fixated on my mouth!” smiled Harry, feeling again an explorating and tender forefinger stroke his bottom lip.

The index finger froze and a slight redness coloured the man’s cheeks.

Severus tried to deny, not wanting his student to know his weaknesses. “No! It’s just that your mouth is soft, that’s all!”

Inwardly, Snape hoped that Harry would swallow his excuse and let his thoughts wander about his lips.

‘So beautiful! And naturally swollen! Delicately drawn... Pearly pink which turns crimson when I kiss them too intensely or for too long... Tender and delicious... and so voluptuous and talented... They melt under my mouth... So hot... So...”

Harry’s throat burst into laughter, and his heart with love.

Snape’s mesmerised eyes left his lips to dive into emerald pools and he frowned.

“What is it?” asked the man, sliding a finger onto the sensitive neck of his lover who shivered.

“Liar!” said Harry gently who pouted charmingly, in the potions master’s opinion.

“Be careful, Mister Potter!” scolded the teacher falsely. “I could take off fifty points from Gryffindor for the insolence that your mouth utters...”

“Oh!” answered Harry, rising a provocating eyebrow. “And what insolence could my mouth do while satisfying you?”

The student grinned and, saying those words, he was sliding sensuously under the sheets.

Severus sighed of pleasure, seeing the pinkish and full lips he loved so much wrapping his already hard and throbbing member.

“Malfoy! I have to talk to you !” growled a determined Seamus.

The Slytherin turned over towards the boy and gave him an ironic smile. “What do you want, Finnegan?”

“You!”

The young Gryffindor ran a hand through in thick red hair and sighed. He absolutely had to tell something romantic.

‘Something romantic’ he was repeating himself over and over again while he was walking towards Hermione who was reading a book on one of the empty common room’s sofas.

“Er... How is your rib?” asked the young man with abruptness.

Hermione rose her eyes from the page she was almost learning and gazed at Ron in silence. Then, she responded slowly, “Ron, Madame Pomfrey has fixed my bone earlier, you know it... you were there...”

The red-haired boy blushed, ill at ease but nodded. He sat on the edge of the couch, very close to her and twisted his hands.

Something romantic...

Ronald tilted his head up and was staring at Hermione with an unusual seriousness when he exclaimed, “You’re not a quaffle, Hermione!”

The young woman was waiting for his next words but there was none so she sighed, “Thank you for this precision, Ronald! It seems to me that it also what the doctor said when I was born!”

The boy reddened more and stuttered “I – I’m not... very good... with words, ‘Mione.”

Hermione kept herself from saying that it was an understatement and that it was not only with words and leaned over towards him. He was eyeing the woman he wanted for girlfriend with such shyness and in the same time, with such terror that she took pity of him.

“I think there aren’t only words that your lips can caress so try on another ground... er, I mean ‘domain’” she corrected herself, remembering too well the Quidditch scene. “And maybe, you’ll be more talented than you think...”

As Ron’s eyes betrayed that he still didn’t understand what she was insinuating, Hermione put her hands on each side of his head and gently approached his head to kiss him with all her love.

Two young blond men, ennemies because of the Houses they belonged to, were kissing each other eagerly, tearing their clothes feverishly in the room of requirement.

In his mind, Seamus had evoked the wish of a spacious bedroom with a cosy bed and soft cushions but when he raised his head to suggest to his new lover to lie on the sheets, he discovered a room which would have been the dream of a sado-masochist person. The, he saw the aroused smile of Draco.

The Slytherin asked him “Ready ?” with a certain amount of provocation.

The Irish boy smiled with amusement and took the handcuffs.

Harry burst into laughing again.

“Severus, you liar! You simply cannot resist it! Confess that you’re fixated on my mouth! You see very well in which state it just put you, right?”

His lover had not recovered from the pleasure Harry’s lips had given him yet and took a deep breathe, trying to regain perfect control of himself. Totally dishevelled, he ran a hand through his long hair, wanting to brush it a bit. He denied again.

“I’m not fixated on your mouth!”

“Stop lying!” laughed Harry, hitting affectionately his love’s thigh. Without thinking, the Chosen One quoted, “‘So beautiful! And naturally swollen! Delicately drawn... Pearly pink which turns crimson when I kiss them too intensely or for too long... Tender and delicious... and so voluptuous and talented... They melt under my mouth... So hot... So...’”

As those words left his pupil’s lips, Severus turned pale but it is only when Harry finished his quote that he saw Snape’s expression. He realized his mistake then. He started to tremble and put a shaking hand on his mouth but it was far too late.

He had just made a monumental error.

“Harry” began a stunned Severus after a few seconds of heavy silence. “What did you do again?”

TBC...

In the next chapter, Harry tells everything to Severus about his new capacity... I think you can guess what will be Snape’s reaction... (the chapter’s title is Forgive me!)

And there will be others thoughts from the boys in Hogwarts.