Whose Universe Are We In?

6

Using rest and recuperation as a pretext, Dan and Alan closed the Floo and set about seriously exploring the place in which they found themselves. At first they had taken it on trust that the four rooms of the suite were all that there were to it. Now they determined to find more.

In the dead of night one night, they had found the Potions classrooms and storerooms plus the Head of Slytherin house’s office with the small bedsitting room beyond where Severus was wont to sleep when busy but a thorough search had turned up no private lab.

So they set to work in the living room first, tapping the walls with their wands, getting nothing but frustrated. They tried the bedroom, the bathroom and kitchenette, still nothing. They leaned on the kitchen counters frowning, even the headmaster had no memory of this place so how were they, mere newcomers, to figure it out. Remus knew of the place but had never been into Severus’ quarters.....so their liaison had taken place entirely in the wolf’s chambers, had it? Alan had felt a little smug at piecing this together.

Wandering down the short passageway from kitchen to lounge, Dan tapped the revealing spell on the panelling....and it slid away almost noiselessly revealing a stone stair leading downwards. Smirking at his lover, Dan made to descend but Alan stopped him, “Perhaps not such a good idea, after all these are Snape’s rooms”. Acquiescing gracefully, Dan stood to one side and Alan went down first with his wand-tip lit.

He felt the crackle of wards half-way down the steps and turned to warn Dan who edged down to them carefully putting his left hand through first in case of damage. He felt the crackle over his skin and knew that Snape had allowed Harry free rein down here. The stairway turned right and went down just a floor, they were now under Snape’s apartments.

They were in a short passage from which four doors led off. One was set half-way down each side of the passage and the other two formed a point at the far end. Keeping their wands aloft they ventured carefully along. Alan tried all the doors at first. They all opened easily, he supposed that the wards were the main defence, after all they felt pretty fierce even if you were attuned to them.

They went left to start with. A surprisingly high dry room packed to the rafters with books, several towers of shelves jutted at right angles to the walls and were filled on two sides as well as the walls themselves being lined. Alan gasped with joy, so Snape had a private library did he? Interesting. And more private than the one upstairs? Alan couldn’t wait to get started.

Leaving that room for a moment, they crossed the passage and into the room opposite. Here was the lab after all and they both entered cautiously, lifting their wands high to light the space, then Dan tutted impatiently and waved up the lights after extinguishing his wand-light, after all, they were the only ones who could come in here. Dan had a tingle in his guts, whatever secrets Snape and Harry had left behind were here in this suite of rooms.

Alan made a circuit of the room, running his fingertips over the rows of cauldrons hanging from racks causing them to bell against each other in a pleasant tinkle of many metals. The place was pin-neat and he suspected it hadn’t been like this in the man’s lifetime, though who could have been down here? He suspected that the headmaster was telling them porkies, still it was the man’s castle after all. Maybe he had the house-elves clean up after the man’s....disappearance.

Dan was poking about in cupboards and drawers making ‘yuk’ noises at some of the things floating in suspensions in jars. Gods, that author didn’t know the half of it...and was that a pickled human brain? Dan turned the jar and almost dislodged it.....ew.....slightly more than half, the other side showing precise distinct cuts to the tissue. Dan was glad he hadn’t just eaten. No wonder the kids in the stories baulked at potions.

There were two doors at one end of the long room, the right hand one led to a small shower room with a simple cubicle, toilet and sink, there was dust on the bottles of unguents. Uncapping one, Dan sniffed and recognised the faint scent permeating the pillows however well cleaned they’d been.

He almost felt sad for the loss of these two wizards. Placing the bottle back on the shelf, he spotted something on the pristine white tiles, a hair, a single hair. He plucked it from the porcelain and held it up. It was dark and in this light seemed black, it wasn’t very long and he thought it may be one of Harry’s. Grabbing a short length of loo roll, Dan secreted the hair within and stashed it in his jeans pocket.

The next door revealed a storeroom. The smell in here was quite strong and reminded Dan of a cross between his old school chemistry lab and the pachyderm house at Regent’s Park Zoo. There were more noxious things in bottles that neither of them wanted to explore too closely despite what Albus had said about Alan’s suitability for potions-making.

Leaving the lab they continued to the far end of the corridor and to one of the angled doors, behind which was a tiny sitting room. There were two ratty old sofas at right angles to each other stuffed along two of the walls, a desk lay along the third with more bookshelves on the fourth, the doorway was across a corner.

On the desk was an assortment of parchments littered about covered in two distinct sets of handwriting, they seemed to be schematic diagrams of some sort like a wiring diagram or a mechanic’s engine layout Dan wasn’t sure but it looked pretty technical. Rolled up at the end of one of the sofas were a selection of ratty blankets and pillows that made it look as if at least one of them slept down here on occasion. At one end of the desk hidden under a pile of parchment drawings was an old tea tray, the dregs beyond furry; there’d been no tidying up in here and everything was under a thin layer of dust.

They advanced on the desk as a likely repository of secrets but didn’t come up with anything more than a motley collection of notebooks all filled in what looked to be Severus Snape’s hand. Underneath these were a couple of pilfered school exercise books filled with Harry’s rounder script. Flicking through them, Dan noticed they seemed to be potions making notes which figured. There were doodles in the margins of Harry’s books, but none of it seemed to point to any dark secret and nothing at all on time-travel. Dan pulled open the big bottom drawer and gasped as it seemed to keep on coming, being far larger dimensionally than the desk it seemed to fit. When it stopped opening outwards, Dan looked down into it and it was empty save for a piece of lining paper with a drawing of a snake on it, not even that good a drawing, just a hastily daubed thing in black ink.

Staring at the strange drawing, Dan asked, “What do you suppose this is all about then, this desk drawer is huge?” He looked up to see Alan frowning and shaking his head, “I haven’t got a fucking clue what you just said, love”, and Dan’s eyes widened, “Oh shit. Did I sort of hiss quite a bit?” Alan nodded, “Oh shit, indeed, it seems as if you have inherited Harry’s abilities with parseltongue though what good that’s going to do you, who knows”.

Dan grinned, “Remember Nagini? Voldie’s fucking huge snake? I’d say it could come in pretty fucking useful”, he turned back to the drawing and said, “Though why I’m to talk to a drawing of a snake at the bottom of an empty drawer is anyone’s guess. Perhaps I have to say ‘open sesame’ or something and a portal to the underworl.......”, his head whirled back to Alan who was staring at him dumbfounded then down at his feet, where the picture of the snake was slowly sliding away to reveal a hole in the ground beneath it and another set of steps leading downwards.

“Whoa”, and, “What the blazes did you just do?”, came out of them at the same time. Dan turned and grinned cheekily, “Snape and Harry sure were really long-term lovers and not ‘only justs’”. Alan raised his brows, “What makes you say that?” Dan shrugged, “Why would Snape, Mr Paranoid, set a password on a place that he needs his beloved to access for him unless he trusts Harry to the nth degree, and that says love, real love. Aw, that’s so sweet”, he finished to see Alan rolling his eyes.

He stepped up to the opened drawer and looked down, “I suppose we have to climb into this wretched thing”, Alan muttered over Dan’s shoulder. Dan whipped his head partway round and kissed just under Alan’s jaw, “Hey, Mr Grumpy, you sound quite like Snape, you know”. Alan grumped, “And that’s supposed to make me feel better, is it? Come on, wands at the ready, and, as before, I’ll go first”.

This time Dan held him back, “Bugger off, if the last wards were Snape’s, then these’ll be mine if they’re protected by a snake that only Harry can speak to, erm, I mean me as well, I mean Harry, oh shit! I’m getting fucking muddled up here. Has that happened to you?”

Alan considered the question a moment and nodded, “Yes, a little until I went into that laboratory just now and, looking at all that stuff and all those cauldrons, I haven’t a clue about the real Snape, not what he does nor who he really is. In fact you do seem to be much nearer to being like Harry than I am Snape though I’m sure you’ll find your ‘not-on-your-life’ moment as I did in that lab. Have you tried to fly yet?”

Dan laughed aloud and held up both hands, “Not on your fucking life, mate. Over my dead and congealing body....”, Alan laughed out loud, “Quite. Just think of that when the confusion hits and you should be all right. Now. Are we going into this hole or what?”

Dan used his hands to pull Alan’s face down to his and kissed him, “Quite the Gryffindor adventurer aren’t you?”, he murmured, “I’m just a nosy old git”, was the reply accompanied by a sharp tap to Dan’s arse that propelled him to the open drawer. Lighting his wand, he stepped over the wall of the drawer and onto the top step. “Oh well, here goes nothing”, he turned briefly and then descended.

Dan had to go round the first turn in what seemed to be a spiral stair before he could hear Alan behind him. The stair was just wide enough for them in single file and the ceiling was low causing Alan to have to bend his head slightly. He also had to go down sideways on as the treads were too narrow for his quite large feet though Dan seemed to manage if he stuck to the thick end of each wedge-shaped stair.

Another floor below and the stone weighed upon them here. With a flick of his wand, a single torch flickered to life and they seemed to be at a dead end surrounded by rather oppressive walls of stone in a tiny vestibule no more than six feet cubed. Stumped for a moment, Dan tried the various unlocking spells that he’d learned from Hermione and none of them worked then Alan had an idea, “The archway that you make to gain entrance to Diagon Alley? I wonder if this is something similar”, he started to tap the stones in differing sequences.

Nothing. The air was starting to become somewhat dank as they breathed it all until Dan said, “Do it side by side, joint tapping or whatever, both hands on one wand. I think mine this time”. They maneouvred themselves around in the confined space and stole a kiss as they turned then lined themselves up and tried again. On the third combination of taps, the stones started to grind and reconfigure. There wasn’t really much room to stand back while this happened and they had to nearly crush each other to avoid the spinning stone blocks as they pivoted and turned.

Eventually though a simple arch appeared in the wall. They dreaded going through it, supposing it closed up and locked them in but they lit their wands once again and went through and the stones did close. They whipped around but the stones were quicker, then as they were sealed in a series of tiny green lights glowed in the smooth rock. When Dan pushed his glasses up his nose and examined them, they each bore a different number and he smiled, “The way out. We tap them in order. Simple. Job’s a good’un. Thank fuck for that”, they both exhaled.

Alan waved up lights and they both gasped. They were in a massive underground cavern that glittered blackly as the light refracted off obsidian rock. The place fair reeked of magic and was bare and unadorned. They took a few tentative steps in and turned back, the tiny green lights were visible still. Their feet were muffled and quiet. The place felt pleasantly warm and not at all dank, there seemed to be fresh air getting in somewhere though there were no draughts that they could discern nor anywhere that natural light could filter in.

Dan walked down the centre of the space, his arms outstretched to either side of him, “Can’t you just feel the magic down here, Alan?” The older man nodded, putting his hands in front of his face, “Yes”, he whispered, “It’s like walking through invisible cobweb filaments.....In fact, stay still where you can’t feel anything and put your arms down, I’m going to cast a ‘reveal’ spell”.

Dan said, “Oh”, and obeyed quickly. Alan cast and nothing happened for a long moment. They thought to try again jointly when things started to materialise slowly out of the air. Alan had to move swiftly as a desk started to form that he was in the middle of. He stood side by side in what seemed to be an empty space close to Dan and they spun slowly in place as the cave showed it’s fixtures and fittings.

Walls and doorways formed and solidified breaking the space up into rooms, they dared to move between them as everything settled into more or less familiar shapes. “It’s a fucking bunker”, breathed Dan and Alan couldn’t help but agree, and this place was far from ship-shape, in fact it was very lived in.

The cave itself, Dan roughly estimated to be about eighty to a hundred feet long by about two-thirds that wide making a fat rectangle with the entrance stones now forming one end of a corridor off which ran five doors, two to each side and one in the middle at the end. All the spaces were lit now by soft lighting that seemed to bespeak ‘evening’ and ‘intimacy’.

They explored. To one side of the passage was a sitting room with a fake fire on one wall that seemed loaded with heating charms, there was a low coffee table before it spread with maps and plans. There were strange objects lying about that neither man had a clue as to their purpose. There were elegant but lived-in sofas sitting on rugs that invited bare feet to burrow into them. In this room also was the sweetish smell of decay as of food gone off somewhere.

Next door was a bedroom they supposed but a bit raunchy for a mere bedroom as there was a mirror on the ceiling plus a variety of holding gadgets bolted to the walls, chains, manacles (leather-lined and padded, Dan noted), some sort of strapping mechanism beside which hung blindfolds and ball-gags. There was a huge round mattress in the centre of the room and in one corner, the floor dipped to a drain to service the big old-fashioned shower standing there, it’s rose directly over the drain. Alan shuddered as he wondered whether it was just soap that was washed down that sluice.

On the other side of the hallway, the rooms were much smaller, an actual bathroom and small but fully equipped kitchen including stocks of very muggle tinned food and a fridge-freezer that had no wires leading from it but both halves were at perfect temperatures. There was a bottle of white wine chilling plus several ice-cold tins of lager. Grinning, Dan closed the fridge, then opened it again and extracted a couple of cans, handing one to his lover.

“This is their place, isn’t it? The place where they really lived? That explains the sterility of the rest of the apartments. I wonder how long they had their little love-nest down here?” They cracked a can apiece and opened the door to the last room. This took up easily half of the original cave and the floor was covered in mats. There was a long wall covered in mirrors but these weren’t about kink and love-play, this was a dojo or gym or whatever they wanted it to be.

Dan tapped his wand on the floor, “Swimming pool”, he intoned and stood back, then grinned as one started to materialise. His eyes gleamed as he started to remove his clothes, “Oh, this is just too fabulous, Alan, our own gym and whatever else we want. I wonder if this is something they have had here before or if this place is a cave of requirement like the Room upstairs”.

Alan shrugged, “In order to test that, one would presume, one would have to ‘require’ something that neither of the other two conceivably would”. They shared a look. Then Dan said in a low voice, “I require a fully charged mobile phone”, and they waited and waited.....

There was a blurry spot on the tiles beside the pool that seemed undecided as to whether to solidify. Dan whispered, “It’s as if the cave is consulting it’s own dictionary of definitions and trying to come up with something”. The shape was vague and kept trying to change size until it stopped at something about waist height and started to coalesce.

Dan stood there with one hand on his hip swigging his beer. Whatever else he was going to get, it sure as hell wasn’t a Nokia. Alan watched warily as he shrugged out of his own clothes and Dan allowed himself to be thoroughly distracted by his lover’s body as the clothes were removed instead, admiring the dark nipples and the hair everywhere, a light dusting on belly, arse and thighs, thickening nicely over broad shoulders and barrel chest and a nice furring to lower legs but the most incredible deep thatch around his cock. Dan had the urge to sink to his knees and bury his face in that hairy crotch, kiss and suck those hairy bollocks then fuck that hairy hole with his tongue before sinking his dick to the hilt in it and fucking his man hard. His dick agreed with him and started to rise.

Alan smirked as he noticed, “I see you’re enjoying the view”, he nodded at Dan’s climbing stiffie. Dan shrugged one shoulder and returned the smirk, “What’s not to like? You’re fucking gorgeous. I want to fuck you with my tongue”, and he narrowed his eyes and made lascivious licking motions sticking his tongue out and in rapidly, emulating the way Alan loved being rimmed. Dan’s dick wasn’t the only one showing interest, Alan’s was thickening nicely. That was enough for Dan who stepped forward and sank to his knees, nuzzling and licking and burying his face before starting to flick the tip of his tongue along the rapidly growing cock.

Parting his legs, Alan locked his knees, grabbed his cock out of the way, reached under himself and presented his lover with the balls he loved to play with. Dan was on them immediately, munching and gobbling, sucking and licking. Above him, Alan started to idly wank himself as he watched, he squeezed out a drop of clear fluid from the tip of his dick and smeared it in Dan’s face. Dan hummed in pleasure and blindly followed the smearing thumb with his tongue. “Such a greedy boy”, Alan’s deep rumble was half purr, half murmur.

He was just thinking of seeing his cock disappear between Dan’s lips again when a rattle and clink behind him made them both freeze. Dan was on his feet in a blur, wand in hand. Alan’s reflexes weren’t as sharp but he turned pretty damn quickly. Their mouths dropped open and their cocks dipped. Dan was the first to laugh with Alan close behind until they clung to each other, “A....mobile”, splutter, “I asked it for a mobile phone..a-a-and, this? What the fuck’s this?”

Alan sniffed and wiped at his eyes, “A mobile phone, just as you asked for. Circa nineteen seventy or thereabouts. It’s a payphone on a trolley, just as you’d get on a ward in hospital once upon a time. Hogwarts is behind the times, love, we both know that”. Dan sighed and shook his head then raised his wand and banished it with a peremptory flick.

The mood shattered for now, they turned their attentions to the small lap pool that had formed instead and tested the depth of the water, at least six feet all the way round, excellent. Alan took off with long strokes in a beautifully elegant freestyle with Dan behind on his back doing a reasonable but untidy back crawl and both revelled in getting some real exercise.

Dan did about twenty laps then lounged around at one end of the pool watching his lover plough up and down. If he wasn’t mistaken then Alan was at least a regular miler. He watched the long arms make barely a splash and the pointed feet flick back and forth with the tips of each arse cheek just clearing the water at the apex of each stroke. He smirked at the sight and felt himself harden under the water but lay there his arms spread wide on the side of the pool and was quite happy to drift and watch.

He must have dozed off for the next thing he knew he was being kissed awake by a wet mouth and held by long arms, he found himself responding even before he’d opened his eyes. “Mmm, what was that for?”, he mumbled between kisses. Alan grinned and kissed him again, “Does there have to be a reason? Or can’t I just kiss my lover lying there all delectably when I so choose?” Dan didn’t know quite what to say to this and felt shy all of a sudden; he loved it when Alan did this spontaneous affection thing more than he cared to admit. He whispered, “Yeah, ‘course you can”, and got another kiss for his efforts.

Alan then declared himself ravenous, “And for more than your beautiful body, but it seems as if our Severus was quite the swimmer. I don’t think I’ve swum more than half that distance since I was in my twenties”. They clambered out of the pool and there were some folded towels awaiting them. Dan flicked Alan’s bare arse with the end of his, causing the older man to round on him and wrestle him to the ground, “Ow, well you did rather take some years from your admittedly advanced age – oof”, was as far as Dan got before he was snogged into oblivion.

On their feet again, it was Alan’s turn to deliver a healthy slap to Dan’s backside, “You didn’t de-age though, did you? Thank God for that. That’d have been downright pervy”, they finished dressing amidst banter and recast the hiding spell for the room and left it a cave once more, finding the exit with ease.

Ascending back into the desk drawer, Dan couldn’t help wondering, “I wonder if old Dumbledore knows about the hideout?” Alan shrugged, “No idea, love, but my guess is, is that if Harry and Severus hid their own personal effects, vault keys and the like, then down there’s where they’ll be. We’re still no nearer to discovering what it was they were up to the night we all ‘crossed’.”

Looking back into the drawer as he stepped out, Dan noticed the snake drawing meld back into place over the hole and when he pushed the drawer shut there wasn’t a mark on the floor beneath. Dan breathed out slowly, “I wouldn’t mind betting that Dumbledore does know about this place but he’s pissed off that he can’t get into it, unless perhaps Harry and Severus let him in but it felt too.....personal down there....like their own private love-nest, it almost felt rude walking about all over. As to the vault keys, we’ll go down again and have a proper look, maybe not mention to Albus yet that we know of this place, see what he does to try and find it, or get in. I don’t want to let him know about the parseltongue either if we can avoid it, it doesn’t hurt to have something these magicals know nothing of” Alan agreed and kissed him.

When they emerged back into their rooms, Alan cast a ‘tempus’ to determine the time and they both gasped, “No way were we only down there an hour”, Dan blurted. Alan smiled, “Indeed, we spent quite a while getting our bearings finding and revealing the cave and then I swum at least a mile. No. These two were messing with time itself, though to what purpose is anyone’s guess. I had the feeling as if time was stretching down there and I fully expected to see daylight when we emerged just now”

Dan nodded, frowning, “Yeah, we’ll have to search the place properly. It seems a bit, I dunno, sacrilegious to poke about in dead mens’ effects but if old Dumbledore’s got plans for us it’ll help to know what they are, don’t you think?” Alan shrugged, “I quite agree, Dan, but supposing it’s all written in parseltongue?” Dan grinned cheekily, “Then I suppose I’ll be able to read it – Harry can, in all the rude stories anyway: was there any written parseltongue in the original books? I can’t remember”. Alan shrugged, “It seems distant now, and I never actually read them but once each, though I’d refer to Snape’s role often”.

Entering the lounge, they both noticed a flickering green light in the fireplace and approached cautiously, wands out until Dan relaxed and smiled, “We’ve either missed a Floo call or there’s someone actually ‘ringing’ us. I bet that’s what it is. Gimme a sec and I’ll lower the wards”.

It was a message of sorts. As Dan lifted the wards a leather-bound book shot from the fireplace and they had to move to avoid being hit. It thumped in a cloud of fine ash onto the rug before the fire, there was a note protruding between the pages. Alan plucked it out and held it so they both could read: -

Dear Dan and Alan,

I hope you are both well. It is still a shock to think of our Harry and Professor gone but, well, they are gone now and we need to move on. We are all going off for the holidays tomorrow. To the rest of the school Dumbledore has said that you are both magically depleted after a Potions detention went wrong and we are still searching for a cure: that’s the official story anyway.

The unofficial rumour mill is rife with speculation, why aren’t you at least at meals? Lessons? Etc., I’m sure you can imagine the rest although it was pretty well known that Harry and Snape spent a lot of time together anyway, although of course rumours of the two in a relationship are also running rampant. Take care, there have been whispers about getting the Ministry involved and I know Dumbledore wants to avoid that at all costs.

The book I have given you is Harry’s private journal. I’ve never read it, it’s warded to the hilt, but as you, Dan, seem to get past Harry’s wards easily, maybe it will reveal it’s secrets to you. He left it in my care some while back, long before whatever took him and the Professor away that day, so it’ll be missing the last few weeks at least but it may prove helpful. In return, I’d be grateful if you could share any information you find that may be salient to the War.

Good luck

Hermione Granger.

P.S. May I visit after the holidays?

Brow rising, Alan bent down and retrieved the book itself. It immediately hardened like a wooden block in his hands and he blew the ashes from it to reveal the cover to be of a dark blue leather, the tiny initials, ‘H.P.’ adorning the top right hand corner looked to be made of brass and were in the shape of lightning bolts. Dan shuddered slightly as he recalled the fonts the production company used for the film titles’ lettering. Alan tried in vain to open the book at any place and murmured, “I see what she means”, and handed it to Dan.

In his hands it became supple, the leather soft and glove-fine and the pages Bible-fine parchment, just dense enough to stop bleed-through of ink from either side. Dan let the book flop open to any page but as Alan peered over his shoulder, it snapped shut again. Dan grinned, “Paranoid bugger, wasn’t he? And I thought he trusted Snape? Still, begs the question, why wasn’t this in the bunker? Why give it to Hermione?”

Alan wandered away, “Read it then tell me the contents if you wish. I, for one, am hungry and I need food after that swim. I think we can run to cheese on toast....yes, yes, we have Lea and Perrins sauce”, he held up a hand to forestall the inevitable question. Dan reached up and kissed him, “You, toast, me, read”, and slapped his lover’s bum playfully. He went to sit on the sofa but decided he’d be better off in bed instead.

Sitting up with a strong reading light focussed on the book, Dan began to read. Whoa! This was why this thing was nowhere near Snape! Flicking through it, it started somewhere in Harry’s third year, during the attack with the werewolf of all things. Dan scanned a page or two then gasped at the next bit,

“...then Snape jumped in front of us and bunched us behind him. Ron and Hermione were holding on to each other and Snape was holding me against his back. Oh God! I was sooo hard! I didn’t dare press against him properly. He smells weird and nice all at the same time, not stinky like everyone says and his hands are really sort of hard and firm. I could feel his fingers digging into me as he kept me behind him. I peeked out when the werewolf howled and I realised I had a hand on his hip – whoa, a little journey either way and I’d be touching his a**e or his D**K!! I let go pretty quick, thank fuck it was really dark out there. I’m getting hard reading this again and I can still smell him on my cloak. Oh, well, time for yet another wank. See ya.”

Dear gods! Dan sighed, this was the literally sticky outpourings of a boy in heat for his teacher with all the tedious crush-language of extreme youth. He checked the date, Harry would have been no more than thirteen when this crush started. This was a fairly typical entry: -

"Mar 24th (no year)

He’s giving me that look again, from the top table, as if he wants to eat me alive or kill me. I’d love the former though I fear the latter is the truth, dammit. See ME, you great bat! Not my Fucking Father!!!"

There were smudgy entries describing wank scenarios and other fantasies as well as sightings and smouldering looks. It took Dan a moment to decipher the year codes, a blot of coloured ink on the lower page edge that changed throughout the book – red for third year – green for fourth and so on through black for fifth, purple for lower sixth and presumably the small amount of blue for upper sixth. Dan flicked to the purple and blue sections, searched about for a date when a heavily underlined capitalled headline in the purple bit made him pause: -

"NOT A SNAPE VIRGIN ANY MORE!!!!

April 12th, only three days left of the Easter holidays

I did it!! I finally did it. I got Severus Snape so riled up, he fucked me. I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love.

Dan could feel his eyebrows rise at this, so Harry and Snape had been together slightly less than a year, that certainly wasn’t an ‘only just’ relationship, not in Dan’s book anyway. He read Harry’s.

“We were doing Occlumency again. I know I’m not bad at it now but I’m about as good as I’ll ever be at it and we both know it. He keeps pushing for more and I know I can’t give it, it’s not just me being awkward, I know what’s at stake here and he knows I do. So, we do this another way, I push fake or real thoughts and memories to the front of my brain instead, shit that doesn’t matter, and try to Occlude all behind this ‘mask’.

You can imagine the thoughts I’m thinking as HE burrows into my head. Well, today’s had me bent over his desk in the classroom and I was wearing red lace panties with a strategic hole cut out so he could fuck me. The thought was just a snapshot of his dick going into me, my arse cheeks parting as that bloody blunt instrument penetrates me deeply and he snapped – bloody snapped.

That’s when he grabbed the front of my robes and pulled me closer, glaring at me like a madman from under his hair. I was fucking hypnotised. He growled at me, “Are you sure you know what you want, Potter? Only there’s no going back once I begin with you and I will not stop until I have had my pleasure with you, do you understand?”

Understand!? I was as hard as a fucking rock, then Merlin Almighty, he kissed me. I mean, fuck, really kissed me, like with tongues and everything. Actually I think he was trying to eat my face but I wasn’t objecting. I know I can get a bit sloppy but he didn’t seem to mind at all, made all these sounds in the back of his throat that turned me on. He pulls us apart and in next to no time, he’s flourishing open a door and pushing me through it, then another, then a third. All I can see before me is his bed then I’m back being crushed against him and his tongue is in my mouth again

His kissing got a bit wet too and his mouth was all over my neck and ears all the while he whispered just how deep he was going to fuck me and how hard I was going to come, then we’re at each other like animals, ripping each others clothes off. I thought he’d be the elegant sort, you know, fold everything up first, but I like this version better.

Wow, he’s quite hairy with this big solid chest, wide shoulders, skinny legs, long feet and the biggest dick I ever saw anywhere and I’ve been in the quidditch showers since first year, okay? He’s fucking gorgeous and all my lusts are well-founded. I didn’t imagine him to be this hairy but I like it. I’d like to see his arse as well but then he throws me on the bed with him on top.

Oh fuck! A guy’s weight on top of you like that. Correction, not a guy, but Severus. Fuck, I haven’t even used his first name before and he’s fucking crushing me to the bed and .....devouring me with his mouth, I can’t think of a better word. I’ve never seen him like this and he’s beautiful, in a weird Snape-y way.

He rolls off a bit to get his hands on me. Shit! I’ve dreamt about those hands how many times?! He just uses the tips of his fingers and I get goose bumps everywhere he touches me. I’m on my back still and I feel my cock leak a bit, he’s still kissing me but it’s not so wild anymore. He’s not touching anywhere important, well, sexy, yet, just almost tickling with his fingers up and down my arms and over my chest and belly, sort of over my hipbone and down a thigh. I shamelessly cock my leg to one side so he can reach everything but he desists, just kissing me and doing this light touches stuff. He’s driving me fucking insane.

No-one’s ever touched me like this before, not Seamus, not Draco, certainly not the girls....sorry girls. Seamus was a grabber and nearly sucked your bollocks from the bag while Draco was smooth, an excellent lover but was a bit mechanical like a porn movie as if he wasn’t really involved somehow, do this for a bit, then turn round and do that and we’d do, like ninety positions a night, still, he was a good fuck but not a patch on this man....this man who is killing me by inches and he won’t even let me play with his dick yet.

Then he follows his fingers with his tongue bypassing my nips and dick and everything but by now I don’t really care. I’m in this sort of haze of lust and just let him do everything. At one point he stops and looks at me as if he could make me catch fire, shit, he is making me catch fucking fire, man, I don’t think my dick’s ever stayed this hard for this long with no attention at all, ever.

Then he catches my eye. Then he smiles. Not a smirk or one of those half-amused quirks of his lips but a proper honest-to-god smile. I didn’t know he could do them. I try not to be shocked; it transforms his face actually, and I smile back. I know it’s a bit shaky, I’m so aroused but it does let me get my breath back a bit so I’m grateful for a rest.

Then he sort of climbs up my body again, lying between my legs now and kisses me again. I catch sight of his eyes just as our lips meet and he almost looks....happy, dunno, content. I didn’t think it was just about the lust, gah, that sounds like tripe, of course it’s about the lust but the smile certainly has me thinking as our tongues slide slower now, way less frantic, but deeper and loads sexier.

Now my hands are finally on him. I can stroke and lightly scratch acres of skin. My hands are up his back and down to his bum and I can squeeze his cheeks a bit. This earns me a thrust and I can feel his dick, nicely hard now, laying across my lower belly, my own lying sort of alongside and if I thrust up they rub together quite nicely.....a bit too nicely. I could come with a single word from him.

I let my feet wander up and down his legs. He’s more muscly than he looks hidden under all those robes but then I’d have been deprived of all the delightful guessing games. I was glad I was right about his cock and he has got big hands and feet, not to mention the nose, so there!

He has a roll about on top of me and I know I moan like an idiot and I have to stop him by grabbing his hips, “Too close”, I mumble round his tongue and he asks me to repeat myself, lifting his mouth fractionally away. I swipe his lip with my tongue, already missing his, “I said, I’m too close”.

Then he smiles at me again and kisses my shoulder, “You’re young, you’ll recover if you have one now but you don’t come again ‘til I’m buried to the balls in your beautiful arse”. Christ, even that made my dick twitch. Then he says, “How do you want your first one?” Whoa! No-brainer here. “Mouth”, I splutter out, “Please suck me”, I add, not believing how brazen I am but he did ask!

Aaaargh! So he did. Suck me that is. Fuck, no-one had ever sucked me like that before. Even then he kept me right on the edge for a while, no idea how long, before he stuck two wetted fingers up my arse and started to massage my prostate as he settled to a nice sucking rhythm. To my shame, I lasted barely a minute and I blacked out on him”.

Suddenly the book snapped shut and Dan looked up, surprised, to see Alan leaning over the back of the sofa bearing plates of food. He took a plate then Alan came round the sofa and sat beside him, “So what is Mr Potter so secretive about?” Dan grinned, “His sex life, of course, oh, and the closely documented chasing, luring and otherwise snaring a certain Severus Snape. He’s been in love with him for years as well as hating him and fancying him it seems since his third year. I was just reading their first sex. This relationship had been going on just under a year, they hadn’t just started at all. Anyway, it goes into all the gory details, no wonder the book snaps shut like this”, Dan laid it to one side and concentrated on his food.

Alan regarded him sidelong as they ate, “Let’s hope he tells more of what they did in that torture room. If I’m honest, that sort of thing doesn’t really appeal. How do you feel about such things?” Dan shuddered, “The whips and chains? Nah, not for me. I’m glad you’re not keen, might make some damn fine one-handed reading though”, he brandished the book, still refusing to open.

The older man shrugged, “I’d have thought he’d want Severus to read it eventually”. Dan rolled his eyes, “Get real! Harry’s in his teens and a powerful wizard. He was never fond of showing his real feelings, no, this was his confidant when his friends were starting to fail him perhaps, or when events and secrets to be kept feel too big to reveal to living people so he lets off the pressure valve by writing it all down. This is stuff he didn’t want anyone to see, I’d think especially not Severus”.

Alan nodded slowly, “You may have a point. Still, is it all sex, or is there other material in there?” Dan grinned, “Give me a chance, I’m a slow reader. So far, though, all I’ve seen is the sex, it’s as if he compartmentalised this part of him. I suspect the research and written stuff was probably pooled and in which case is down in that bunker. I vote we take another look down there tomorrow, keep out of everyone’s way while the school empties”.

For that logic, he received a kiss on the cheek, then Alan rose, “I’m off to bed. Coming? I’m afraid I’m fit for nought but sleep but I’d like you there”. Dan smiled widely at this. In truth he wanted to read more of the diary but he let Alan haul him to his feet and they went to bed.

Still wide awake, Dan wanted to read but Alan’s proximity prevented him. However, when he finally heard Alan’s light snores, the book opened for him. Dan furrowed his forehead, “How the hell do you know he’s asleep?”, he whispered at it but the book just sat there in his hand, being a book.

He tried to find the story and pick it up from his last read but the pages seemed to have a life of their own and the book kept falling open at a page near the middle of the section marked in purple ink dots – Harry’s lower sixth year,

“I love being fucked. I really really love it. I love fucking too. I think that’s the problem with Drae and I, we’re two natural bottoms. I wouldn’t have that problem with Snape though, whoo, there goes one of nature’s tops if ever I saw one, the guy just oozes sex. Drae and I both have a crush on him and we talk about him loads. It’s like we’ve almost got this competition going to see who can seduce him first, if at all. Mind you, I’d be quite happy to have both of them at once!!!

God, some of the best wank fantasies I ever have of Snape, he’s tying me up, like, really trussed up, not just wrists and ankles but I can’t fucking move. It’s uncomfortable and I’m hanging from something that I can swing on. My arms are completely secured across my lower back and my legs are pulled wide apart, bent up at the knees and tied tightly so all my tackle’s on view and my arse cheeks are wide apart, showing him my hole. I’m naked except for the leather harness around my chest and back and all the strapping holding me open. I’m swinging gently as he walks around me. I go to say something but he slips a ball-gag over my face and into my mouth.

“Don’t talk, Potter. We’re not here to talk. I’m going to fuck you, you little slut. Look how hard you are for me already”, and sure enough, my dick’s solid and leaking. I watch as another drip emerges. I desperately want him to lick it off but I can’t even beg, I can only moan.

He teases me for what feels like hours with his fingers and tongue, he even uses the flail but it doesn’t hurt. He says he doesn’t want to hurt me and I was doubtful when I first saw all the kit but now I trust him. He hoists me up a bit so he’s on an eye-level with my arse and dick and he spins me slowly, My cock has wilted a bit by now but when he looks at it, it springs to attention.

He sort of spins me round a few times; not enough to make me dizzy, but just so he can get a proper look at me then holds me still with my back to him. He blows gently over my held-open hole and I gasp. Next just the tip of his tongue touches me and I yelp. Then he plunges in fucking my hole with his tongue........

Dan sighed and flicked through the next few pages. He supposed it answered his questions about the dungeon/bedroom in the bunker though, but as to being a stimulant, dungeon scenarios so weren’t him, he wasn’t that fond of master/slave scenes either and this latest fantasy of Harry’s seemed to be leading that way, bound and gagged – ugh – he doubted he’d be spending any nights in the bunker!!

He closed the book and laid it on his night table then removed his glasses and lay down on his back, he couldn’t really see the canopy any more, it was just a dark blur, a perfect backdrop to his thoughts. He started to ponder on their future and just what part they would be expected to play in this War, and what of afterwards, always providing that the light prevailed?

Could he never ever go home? What was home anyway? And what of him and Alan? And what bloody story were they in? Still, he mused, the Easter holidays were about to begin and they’d be left alone a bit surely. They needed money from somewhere and they needed a computer and access to the outside world. But what then? They couldn’t ‘escape’, where was there to go? They were, to all intents and purposes, dead to all those that loved them in their world. Still, people had come back from the dead, hadn’t they? Hmmm, not after having had a bloody big rock dropped on them, they hadn’t. But surely, Dan could explain that the magical world was real and lived alongside theirs in obscurity, maybe drum up some support for getting rid of Voldemort, he’d like to see him take on a crowd of Arsenal fans when their side lost!.

His thoughts were broken by a heavy arm sliding over his middle and a head gently impacting his shoulder. Dan smiled in the dark, kissed the head randomly and closed his eyes. His dreams were all jumbled that night, full of his sister casting ‘Avadas’ at Hermione while his mum served his lover with tea on their best service and his dad was watching a football special where the players were knitting hats for house-elves with the commentator calling out each completed hat like a goal scored. It wasn’t a restful night for him.