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For the moment, Harry’s relaxed just listening to the soft sucking noise and feeling soft hair brush against his thighs. His eyes are closed because seeing means it’s not just a dream. This is his escape from reconstruction, from grieving over lives lost during the war, from everything that now seems to fill his days.

He loses himself in the wet suction and just feels. Reality means he has to deal with the knowledge that the only way he can let go is when Snape’s fucking him, which Harry’s not ready to deal with yet so his eyes stay closed.

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