Harry awoke to a pair of soft lips caressing his neck. Opening his eyes he peered through the darkness, trying to figure out who this night time visitor was.

"Um, excuse me" he said, sitting up and trying unsuccessfully to push them away, "what are you doing?"

A low chuckle emerged from the region of his belly button, "Oh I see, you want it rough tonight do you?"

"Wha-?" Harry tried to get out as the dark figure suddenly rose up, planted both hands on his shoulders and shoved him flat on his back.

"Don't scream, don't struggle, don't breathe a word or- "A hand gently encircled his neck, "I'll crush your wind pipe like a sugar quill."

Harry's breathe caught in his throat as a terrible fear gripped him; at the same time he was ashamed to note a stirring in his groin at the realisation that his assailant was naked.

The unknown figure moved down his chest sucking and biting each and every bit of flesh his lips came into contact with and Harry tried a few more times to push this obviously male (his questing hands couldn't find any breasts thank God!) visitor away.

The lips reached his hips and Harry was fighting a desperate urge to give in. He couldn't believe he was actually enjoying what was obviously going to be rape! Nevertheless as those soft warm lips parted over a nether region, Harry had to admit he could think of worse things to have to endure at this point.

He'd only ever had a couple of fumbling blow jobs before with Seamus Finnegan and as exciting as they had been they were nothing compared to this. This guy was a master of his trade, a real connoisseur. The things he was doing with his tongue would make a monk weep, Harry's eyes were rolling, this was heaven!

Then suddenly it stopped.

"Hey-" He managed lifting his head off the pillow but the figure shhd him with a finger to his lips, they were rearranging themselves over him. Suddenly a different kind of feeling occurred. Harry could feel his throat making noises and hear the mattress squeaking and vaguely in the back of his mind came the thought that they must be making a hell of a noise. The thought was soon banished though as a delicious pressure built up in his groin and suddenly with a shout he was certainly in heaven!

Harry wanted to say a million things, he wanted to ask why his rapist was lying beside him instead of getting out of their before Harry discovered who it was, he wanted to ask if he had actually just had sex or if perhaps there was some kind of spell...

But the warm pleasantness of after glow was spreading through his limbs and his eyelids were drooping of there own accord. Before he drifted completely into slumber land he tried to say something but the figure shhd him again. Then he knew no more.

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"And what are you looking at?"

Harry rose up through the fog in his brain and blearily opened his eyes, reaching automatically for his glasses.

"M'not looking at anything yet." He said, looking in confusion at the bedside table where his glasses should have been.

"Don't worry darling I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to Snape here."

Harry glanced up and swallowed hard. Zambini was standing next to his bed in nothing but the essentials nature gave him. Damn but that boy had a beautiful arse.

"Darling…?" he mouthed to himself distractedly.

"Whats the matter Snape? Want some too?" Zambini smirked provocatively, "Only to happy to oblige."

Harry looked to the foot of his bed where Snape was watching him, lip curled, a derisive expression in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I don't do sloppy seconds." With that dangerous shot he made his way hastily out the room.

"Sloppy seconds! Why I aught to-" Brian made a move towards the door.

"Erm…I'd put some clothes on if I were you mate."

The other boy turned with a sweet smile, "Whoops, almost forgot myself there." He bent down and deposited a long lingering kiss on Harry's lips. Then glancing at the blossoming bulge beneath the covers he stroked a cheek and said, "I would darling but it wouldn't do to be late for the first lesson of term, Ma would kill me." With that he sashayed over to the bed closest to the door and bent over his trunk with absolutely no shame in his stance.

Harry frowned and then his eyes widened and he sat bolt upright in bed. "We had sex last night!"

Brian glanced back with a raised eyebrow and then pulled a beautifully tailored robe from his trunk. "My, we are bright this morning! Now do you think I'd be pushing it a little on the first day to be wearing one of my own? It looks pretty similar but…?"

"Err… yeah sure where it." Heaving himself out of his bed he did a quick cleaning spell on his chest and then went over to Lucius's trunk and looked for his school robe, finding it with the alien house colours he pulled it over his head and cast about for trousers and boxers.

"Ohh but you're wearing your school robes!" Brian stared petulantly at the garment in his hands. "Oh well there's always tomorrow."

Harry shook his head in bewilderment and collapsed on the end of the bed and sparked a fag.

"We're going to be late for breakfast if you carry on like that." Brian smiled an indulgent smile, "not hungry?"

Harry shuddered and blew forth a stream of smoke from his nose. "I'm hungry." He said running his gaze down the other boy's still unclad body.

Brian carefully robed himself and started combing his hair, "Later darling…shall we go?" He swiftly put on some impressive silver jewellery and straightened his collar.

Harry grabbed the ornate silver ash tray on his bedside table and stubbed out his fag. "Whats the hurry? It's only seven thirty."

"Narcissa?!" The other boy said, as if it were obvious. "She needs her early morning butter up session."

Harry rolled his eyes and slumped further down on the bed. It was going to be a long day.

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Harry blushed and ducked his face lower over the crate as Zambini winked at him across the clearing.

"Oh please!" Came the muttered comment from under his partners breath.

"Problem Snape?" Harry smiled cheekily and marvelled that this beautiful boy was going to grow into the ugly potions Professor he knew.

"Yes as a matter of fact, rather than eyes at your lover why don't you focus on the task at hand? That is to say diagnosing the ailment of our Ashwinders."

"Severus Snape!" Professor Kettleburn hobbled over on his crutch and remaining limbs. "If you think that Care of Magical creatures is simply an excuse for a glorified chat then by all means carry on! Note however that you will be spending half of your lunch time doing what you should have been doing now! That includes you Mr Malfoy!"

"Thanks Snape!" Harry hissed as Professor Kettleburn stumped away, "I am hungry you know!"

"Yes!" Snape hissed back, "And I'm tired because I was subjugated to your romping last night! But I don't get any of that nights sleep back do I!"

Harry grimaced and glanced back down at the crate, "I'm sorry I had no idea it was going to happen." He'd managed to figure out Brian's strange appearance at his bedside last night, Brian having told him he'd visit him on the train. Rather than rape it had been a playing out of a fantasy…not that his reaction to it was any less disturbing…

Snape made a scoffing sound under his breath but didn't reply.

The rest of the lesson was spent in a grim silence of Snape's part, no matter how hard Harry tried all he would discuss was the Ashwinders at hand.

After the rest of the class trudged off at the sound of the bell and Professor Kettleburn cast a beady eye over them before limping off to his hut, Harry sat back and reached for his fag with a sigh.

"So I have to finish this assignment alone then?" Snape glared as Harry lit his fag with his wand as he had seen Brian do.

"Oh for God's sake stop it!" Harry snapped.

"Snape drew in a sharp breath and ducked his head. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry just stop being so prickly!" Harry spoke through the smoke. "Here," he said on a softer note, "have a cigarette."

Snape flicked a dark chocolate gaze at him, "In exchange for what?"

"For nothing…" Harry frowned, his hand with the fag packet drooping slightly.

Snape took one hesitatingly and lit with a slim silver lighter in the shape of a winding snake.

"Cool lighter!" Harry said his eyes lighting up.

A guarded expression crossed Snape's face as he swiftly pocketed it. "You can't have it."

Harry frowned bemusedly, "I don't want it, actually I already have a lighter like that…or I did…"

"What happened to it?" Snape asked crossing his legs and hugging his knees.

Harry cast about for something to say because what Snape didn't know was that Harry's lighter existed in a different time, a time Harry was quickly beginning to realise, that he may never get back to.

Suddenly a wary expression crossed the other boy's face and with a thump two hands landed on Harry's shoulders.

"Lucius darling! Congratulations! I knew you wouldn't let that comment pass this morning…what a wonderful opportunity to give Snapey here what he deserves."

A feeling of cold dread clutched Harry's heart as he looked up to see them surrounded by what seemed to be Lucius's gang. All of them fiddling slowly with the catch of their belts.

Swallowing a bout of sheer panic Harry stood slowly.

"Oh yes," he said with a slow smirk, "You've hit the nail on the head Brian, unfortunately you're too late"

Brian was obviously intrigued, "We are?"

"Look at his face and tell me what you see." He said as languidly as possible, his pulse quickening at the thought of the daring plan he was about to put into action.

"Nothing…" Brian trailed off as with a muttered "sectumsempra" great gashes started opening in Snape's skin and blood poured from him in streams of crimson fluid.

"That should do it." He said turning quickly not wanting to see either the suffering boy or the looks of pleasure on the other boys faces.

Walking swiftly up to the school with the other boys close behind him he breathed a sigh of relief. This was what he'd been counting on, Narcissa was coming towards him.

"Lucius dear!" She trilled, "Where have you been?! I've been waiting an age and you did say one o'clock sharp!"

"Sorry lad's duty calls." He hurried over to her and gave a jovial grin as the boys past them into the school.

Narcissa was still bending his ear but Harry smiled vaguely at her, "sorry darling but I have to go – have a wonderful lunch!" And with that he took off back across the grounds.

Reaching Snape he groaned and fell to his knees beside him. "I'm sorry but it had to be done." He gasped as he took in the amount of blood swilling around his knees. "Lucky for you Hermione figured out how to reverse it over the summer…I think." Quickly he held his wand aloft and muttered an incantation. Instantly the blood and the gashes vanished and he was left staring at a pair of frightened brown eyes.

"Look I had to-"

"How did you know that spell?" Snapes hands shook as he pushed back his hair and examined himself thoroughly.

"Look-"

"NO!" Snape pushed him away and got unsteadily to his feet, "Only I know that spell! I've been saving it for situations just like that and YOU used it against ME!"

He whirled away and staring unseeingly about him. "And you knew a reversal spell!" He spun back and glared at him "How did you know the reversal spell? When I don't know it!"

"Ok, ok." Harry held up his hands. "Calm down alright. I…I saw it in your potions book last year, messed around with it and came up with the reversal alright? I'm sorry, but let's not forget what I just saved you from…again."

"But why?"

"Because-"

"No don't tell me!" Snape flung his hands up and backed away. "I don't want to know!" And with that he turned and ran.

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