Title: A Part of Me 5-7 (Professor!Snape/Student!Snape, NC-17)

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See Chapter One for warnings.

Chapter Five

Severus was bored. That wasn’t an unusual occurrence. He often found certain classes boring. They were so far behind him that it was laughable. However, he had always looked forward to Defense Against the Dark Arts. But this time the class had proved to be a big disappointment. There were whispers that the position was cursed, and he was starting to believe it. Why else would they have hired this lameo?

He fiddled with his quill and stared out the window. Professor Kirby seemed knowledgeable enough but his lectures never deviated from the textbook, which Snape had read cover-to-cover before the term started (fortunately for him, the same textbook was still in use). He might as well just take the bloody NEWTS now, since he wasn’t going to learn anything new from this dolt.

“Mister Snape.” His eyes swiveled to the Defense professor, who stood at the front of the classroom. “If you could join us for a moment.” Of course, there was the obligatory titters from the morons who were so thick they probably couldn’t even understand the basics of what Kirby was teaching. “What is the most effective spell for deflecting an attack?”

He barely looked up from his desk. “The Reverto Impetus charm would be ideal.”

Professor Kirby made a tsking sound, shaking his head. “That is unfortunately not a correct response. The Shield Charm, used with the incantation ‘Protego’, is the recommended spell to use.”

Severus frowned deeply. “The Shield Charm is an option, but it is not the best option. Although the Shield Charm defends against attack, it does nothing to prevent further attacks. The Reverto Impetus charm, however, will cause the attacking spell to rebound against its caster. Occasionally the Shield Charm will do this, but it’s more a consequence of luck than purpose.”

Professor Kirby looked cross. “The Defense textbook clearly recommends the Shield Charm as the way to deflect attacks.”

Severus ground his jaw, breathing hard through his nose. “I am aware of what the textbook says, sir. I can quote the text verbatim - page 203, paragraph 1, ‘The Shield Charm can be used to protect against magical spells. When properly cast, a magical barrier will protect its caster and deflect any hexes or curses.’ However, the Shield Charm is only as good as its caster. It is a good defensive spell, but one must also maintain the shield while attacking offensively. Many wizards have difficulty maintaining both. A steady barrage of aggressive spells may serve to wear down the shield, so unless the source of attack is addressed, the wizard will eventually find himself defenseless.”

“I am afraid I disagree, Mister Snape.”

“I apologize then, sir,” Snape replied, trying (and failing miserably) to not sound accusatory. “If you had requested me to provide the textbook-recommended method to deflect an attack, I would have recommended the Shield Charm. But you asked me the best method, and according to the Ultimate Compendium of Defensive Magic, page 712, paragraph 4, the Reverto Impetus charm is superior.”

“I do not care for your tone, Mister Snape. Ten points from Slytherin.”

“But sir!” Hermione exclaimed. “He’s right. The Ultimate Compendium is considered to be *the* source for advanced Defensive magic. And it *does* recommend the Reverto Impetus charm. Personally, if I were being attacked, I would prefer it over the Shield Charm.”

“I did not ask for your opinion, Miss Granger. We are only discussing the contents of this textbook. Five points from Gryffindor for speaking out of turn. Now, unless there are any other questions on the merits of the Shield Charm, we will move on to other defensive spells. Reverto Impetus is not in the curriculum.”

Hermione shrugged and looked at Snape apologetically as Professor Kirby turned back to the blackboard. He gaped at her. Did she really just stand up for him?

He spent the rest of the class period trembling with repressed rage. He felt chilled to the bone. The only thing that stopped him from throwing an all-out fit and storming out of the classroom were the sympathetic glances. Slytherin support was not a complete surprise, though in his day, it wasn’t something to be taken for granted. At least Professor Snape had helped stop the back-biting and unite the house. But he was amazed at how some of the other students reacted. Some smirked at him and looked pleased at his humiliation. But others looked like they agreed with him - a few even made faces at the teacher’s back. And did Potter really cast him a quick glance that *wasn’t* filled with mocking?

When the class ended, Snape was the first one out the door, barely heeding when his hip slammed painfully into a desk. His fellow Slytherins caught up with him as he stormed into the Common Room and threw himself into his usual armchair.

“Kirby was bang out of order. I can’t believe he was such an arse.”

“Pansy’s right,” Malfoy agreed. “He was a real prat.”

Goyle smacked his fist into his hand. His actions spoke for them all.

“He’s better than Umbridge,” Millicent Bulstrode commented. “With her, we learned *only* from the textbook, and she wouldn’t even let us practice magic.”

“I liked Umbridge!” Malfoy protested. “She founded the Inquisitorial Squad!”

“Perhaps you’d better back up and tell me about Umbridge,” Snape requested, feeling a lot calmer.

“Dolores Umbridge was last year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts professor,” Malfoy explained. “But she was much more than that. She was sent by Fudge - that’s the Minister of Magic - to review the curriculum at Hogwarts. She made lots of educational decrees and eventually became Headmistress for awhile. Anyway, she founded the Inquisitorial Squad, and lots of Slytherins were members. It was great - we got to deduct House points.”

“Really? I’d love to take a few points off of Gryffindor.” Severus smirked. “But did you say that she wouldn’t let you practice Defense? Wasn’t this right before your OWLs?”

“Yeah, but so what?” Draco shrugged. “We did all right.”

“Deducting points is all well and good, but did you get anything else out of the deal?”

“We didn’t need anything else! Just the chance to pound some Gryffies!” Crabbe exclaimed.

“So let me get this straight. You gave away the ability to learn essential skills for your OWLs just to take away a point or two? Sounds like you sold out.”

Draco’s jaw worked, but no sound came out. Severus swept past him up the stairs to the dormitory.

* * * * *

When he simply couldn’t bear the suspense anymore, he found himself knocking on what he fervently hoped was Professor Snape’s chambers. After a few moments, the door creaked open to reveal the professor’s face, set in a very displeased scowl. Upon seeing his younger self, however, his expression relaxed considerably. “Oh, it’s you. Well, I suppose you might as well come in. To be honest, I expected you to turn up a few days ago.”

Severus grinned, for once not hesitating to show his delight. “I didn’t want to intrude too soon, sir. If this isn’t the most amazing collection!” He looked around like a kid with a sweet tooth in Honeydukes. “Oh Merlin’s stars, you have the first edition of Fangs and Scales - An Encyclopedia of Dark and Fearsome Creatures!”

Professor Snape felt a smile threaten to cross his features. It was certainly a welcome change to see a student actually *interested* in learning and books, although he hoped to misdirect or at least channel the curiosity with the Dark Arts. And the boy wasn’t nearly as obnoxious or showy about it as Granger.

Severus selected a well-preserved text of Fearsome Witches and Wizards of the 19th Century and How They Were Defeated and curled up in a comfortable armchair. It was even better than the one in the common room. The professor seated himself and resumed reading from the pile of potions periodicals as he sipped his tea.

They barely exchanged a word for an hour as they sat in companionable silence. Both of them hated idle chatter.

“How are things going for you?” the professor finally asked, tossing aside a periodical in disgust. No doubt the author was a complete imbecile.

“Alright, I suppose. It’s a fair sight better than in my time. No Marauders to torment me.”

“I would imagine that a lot of the students would use you as a scapegoat for their displeasure toward me.”

Severus smirked slightly. “Some have tried, believe me, but they were the ones who came out the worse for wear. Let’s just say the others quickly learned to leave me alone. And the few that didn’t swiftly met with Crabbe and Goyle’s fists.” That had been a truly pleasant surprise. He had magnanimously offered to help them with their Defense homework for a week, which had caused him to nearly tear out his hair in frustration - certainly the wall had more intelligence - but it was worth it.

Professor Snape nodded. “It’s good to see that House loyalty has improved, and that there are fewer Gryffindor gangs roaming the halls.”

“Shame to hear about Lucius. I know he likes to flirt with danger, but I still can’t believe he ended up in Azkaban.”

A cloud seemed to fall over the older man’s features. “Yes, this was one time that Lucius could not weasel his way out of trouble. Being caught in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries in full Death Eater regalia was a bit obvious, even for the Minister. All the same, it may be the safest place for him, judging from the Dark Lord’s reaction.”

Severus opened his mouth, ready to voice what were no doubt hundreds of questions, but Snape fixed him with a direct stare. “Perhaps you could do me a service. My Slytherins probably relate to you on a more personal level than they do me. I need to know where their sympathies lie. Please understand that I will not judge or punish them based on their loyalty, but things are coming to a head. I simply need to know where everyone stands.”

The teen looked somewhat taken aback. “Okay, I can do that.”

“I’m certain you will be subtle.”

“Of course.” He looked at his older self sharply. “Are things not going well?”

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose. “Not as well as I’d like.”

He looked at the clock. The hands were nearly touching ‘curfew’. “Guess I’d better get going. Can I come back tomorrow?”

“I suppose.” It was as much of a welcome as he would ever get.

He hastened back to his dorm and almost tripped over a figure lying in the corridor. Neville Longbottom lay sprawled on the ground, his cheeks flushed red with frustrated anger and embarrassment. A short distance away stood Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. “What are you doing?” Severus asked. “Why are there Gryffindors cluttering up the hallway?”

The other Slytherins guffawed. “We caught ickle Nevvie sneaking back to his tower! Shouldn’t go sneaking about after dark with curfew coming up.” Crabbe directed a kick to the boy’s stomach. Neville rolled out of the way just in time.

Goyle chortled, making him appear even dumber than usual. He clutched a potted plant in his mitt-sized hands. He lifted it above his head menacingly. “NO!!!!” Neville screamed, scrambling to his feet and brandishing his wand. “That was a gift from my Uncle Algie!”

“Smash it!” Draco said gleefully.

“Don’t you dare!” Severus cried, snatching it from the startled Goyle. “That’s a Mimbulus mimbletonia! It’s rare enough to even put a dent in your purse, Malfoy. Its sap is very valuable for Potions-making. If you harm it, I will be forced to respond in kind.”

The sadistic glee faded from the trio’s face. “You’re… you’re not serious!” Malfoy exclaimed.

“When it comes to Potions ingredients this rare, you’d better believe it. Why are you attacking Longbottom anyway? Does he pose some sort of threat to you?”

Crabbe shifted nervously. “Aw, we wuz just havin’ fun with him.”

“Fun.” Snape’s tone was flat. “You think three against one is fun. Apparently Longbottom is very dangerous to require the three of you to gang up against him.”

Draco laughed - a short, derisive bark. “Him? He can barely even hold his wand properly!” Neville gave an incoherent shriek of anger, pointing his wand at Malfoy.

Snape looked unconcerned, almost bored. “Then why bother wasting your time with him? Ganging up on a weak Gryffindor makes you look weak as well. Or are you afraid to face such a weakling without backup?” Draco’s mouth worked like a fish. Neville’s anger and frustration drained away in an instant, and he was forced to bite his lip to keep from giggling.

“But he’s - he’s…!” Malfoy exclaimed, trying frantically to find a way to justify his bullying.

“Save it for Potter. I assume he’d be a worthier opponent.” Draco looked like he wanted to argue. “I’ve just come from Professor Snape’s quarters. He’s not in a good mood, and if we’re caught out after curfew, I doubt he’d be inclined to forgive.”

Draco swore under his breath. “Crabbe, Goyle, come on!” He glared at Neville, who was holding his wand so tight his hand had turned white. “This isn’t over, Longbottom.”

Neville heaved a huge sigh of relief once they turned the corner. “Wow, thanks!”

Snape gave him a look of disgust. “I wasn’t worried about you; I was worried about the plant!”

Neville did not take offense. Snape found this odd. Either Longbottom was used to being insulted, or he no longer found Snape upsetting. “That’s okay. I was too.”

Severus handed him the plant with an air of reluctance. “Don’t take this outside your dorm again.”

“I definitely won’t. I only brought it down to get it some special fertilizer. It was looking a bit droopy.” He hesitated, looking at the Slytherin shyly. “You said that the plant’s sap was valuable for potion-making. Would you like me to give you some?”

Snape’s eyes lit up. Neville thought he almost looked handsome. “*Would* I?!” He fumbled in his bag and withdrew several glass vials. “Here, take your time and give it to me in Herbology.”

“Thanks, Severus! See you tomorrow.”

Snape had already reached the portrait hole before he realized that Longbottom had called him by his first name. He hoped it didn’t mean he was getting soft.

Chapter Six

The next day, Severus could hardly wait for Herbology. When Neville offered him the vials, he held them with unrestrained delight. He could scarcely pay attention in any of his classes and even forwent his habitual visit to the library to spend brewing time in the Potions classroom. Snape scarcely looked up as his younger self entered - they had been spending a lot of time together of late and were used to each other’s presence.

After a day of brewing, he took several samples back to the dorm. Five minutes after testing his potion, he leapt up and ran for the bathroom. He did not return. Several Slytherins passed in and out of the loo, but the middle stall remained stubbornly locked. Finally, someone put two and two together. Nott knocked lightly on the stall door. “Snape? Are you in there?”

The faint buzzing that had filled his ears disappeared. Snape had likely removed some sort of deafening spell. “Yeah,” a breathless voice answered.

“Are you all right?”

“…no…” The buzzing returned, but not before the unmistakable sound of someone getting sick.

“Do you want me to call someone?”

Long silence. “Yeah.”

“Professor Snape, or Madame Pomfrey?”

“Definitely Professor Snape. Madame Pomfrey will flay me alive! This isn’t exactly the first time this has happened.”

Faster than anyone had believed possible, Snape arrived, startling the students gathered in the Common Room as he swept past.

“Mister Snape,” he addressed the loo door. “Apparently you are the worse for wear.”

A low groan was his only response. He had either lifted the Muffliato spell, or he had grown too weak to maintain it.

“You tested one of your potions on yourself?”

Another groan, this one with an affirmative note.

“Do you have any anti-nausea potion?”

Negative grunt.

“So let me get this straight. You tested an experimental potion on yourself with no anti-nausea potion to address any potentially negative responses.”

Gagging.

Professor Snape looked around at the curious students that had tried to crowd into the bathroom. “Do any of you think that this was a good idea? Are any of you tempted to test unknown concoctions on yourselves?” A sea of heads shook. They’d seen what happened when the Weasleys were testing their inventions and knew to steer clear.

After a few more dramatic gagging and sick-sounding noises from the loo, the professor rolled a vial underneath the door. A few more agonized grunts and groans sounded as the boy fought to not expel the potion. Finally the door unlocked and Severus appeared - disheveled, sweaty and pale, but vastly improved.

Professor Snape cocked an eyebrow, and the student shrugged. “Whatever were you brewing?”

“A combined stamina and concentration potion.”

“Why did you test it on yourself?”

“I thought it was finally perfected.”

“That’s what I would always say when I was your age, but it would never quite work out that way. Clearly this time something went wrong.”

Young Severus shot him a look as if to say ‘I cannot believe you would state something so bloody obvious.’ “You could say that.”

“Bring the remnants to your next Potions class and I will examine it.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Despite the professor’s promise, Severus found that he could not leave the faulty potion alone. He analyzed and examined and researched until the wee hours of the early morning. Exhausted, he collapsed upon the bed fully clothed.

The next day his dormmates could not wake him. Goyle volunteered to sit on his head, but Malfoy figured that that would not go over well with their Head of House. At a loss, they finally left him behind.

Someone must have had a word with Professor Snape, for when the door burst open at the precise start of class, the teacher marched in. On his arm was a wasted-looking Severus. “You knew very well that you had classes today. It was your decision to forego sleep, and you will live with the consequences. You will not be permitted to imbibe any Pepper-Up or revitalizing serum.” The student slumped into his seat, struggling to keep his eyes open. Most of the students outside Slytherin looked viciously pleased, but he did earn a few sympathetic glances. Usually Professor Snape showed an unfair partiality to his House - some could not decide if it was comforting or unsettling that he could be such a bastard to himself.

Despite the Slytherin’s exhaustion, he still managed to brew a flawless potion. The professor barely glanced at it as he made his rounds. The only sounds in the room were hushed whisperings and the quiet bubbling of brewing potions. The silence was shattered by a loud thud. Professor Snape whirled around, insults poised on the tip of his tongue. He was flummoxed to see, instead of yet another Slytherin/Gryffindor spat, his younger self sprawled out on the floor, the chair toppled beside him.

Pandemonium erupted. A few students who weren’t fond of either Snapes smirked. Draco looked concerned but seemed to have no idea what to do.

Professor Snape elbowed some nosy gawkers out of the way. He knelt and felt the boy’s pulse, then brandished his wand and commanded, “Ennervate!”

Severus’ eyelids fluttered open and he groaned softly. Snape scowled at him. “Did you eat breakfast today?” He shook his head weakly. “What about dinner yesterday? Lunch?”

Severus frowned. “I don’t remember,” he said weakly.

Draco spoke up. “He had breakfast with us yesterday, sir. I don’t recall seeing him at the other meals.”

“Idiot boy!” Professor Snape growled, grabbing the dazed student by his robes and hauling him to his feet. He Summoned revitalizing and nutritive potions and unceremoniously poured them down Severus’ throat. “I will not have my class disrupted in such a manner! Five points from Slytherin for fainting in my classroom!” The statement was so ludicrous that the students couldn’t help but giggle. “Go visit Madame Pomfrey.”

“Please, not her, sir!” the teen protested. “She’ll scold me until I go spare! Please just let me go rest in the dorm, and I’ll grab a sandwich from somewhere along the way.”

The professor’s dark eyes bored into him. “Very well. Return to the dormitory. I will have a house elf stop by with a tray to fuel your worthless hide. Mister Malfoy, return with him and ensure he eats every crumb.” The other Slytherins gazed at Draco enviously as he escorted his dazed house-mate out of the classroom. Much as they liked Professor Snape, they wouldn’t mind skiving either.

Draco had been rather cold to Severus after the Longbottom incident, but he seemed to warm slightly after Snape’s fainting spell. Apparently getting yelled at by Professor Snape generated some sympathy. Severus barely noticed either event or cared. He was in his element, with samples of Mimbulus mimbletonia sap to experiment with and fascinating texts to devour in Professor Snape’s room. He began to spend more time with his older self than he did with anyone else. Several times the professor suggested that he spend time with those his own age, but Severus would just make a face. They barely understood a word he said. The professor got so used to his presence that he started giving Severus odd jobs - he took on the task of grading the lower-level classes’ homework. Severus noticed that the professor often seemed weary but decided not to comment. After all, his older self had to teach classes and perform duties as Head of House. Snape had given so much to him; it was the least he could do to alleviate some of his burden.

Severus shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his quill slashed across a hapless Firstie’s homework assignment. He was randier than a hippogriff in heat, and he was miserable. He hated his body and how it was so contrary - it was the exact opposite of his well-ordered mind. It had appetites and was not easily appeased. He concluded that the saying was true - his cock *did* have a mind of its own and made its presence known at the absolute worst times. Like now, for example.

His very existence had been turned on its ear since his manifestation in what was essentially the future. He was well aware that his behavior reflected on Professor Snape and had tried to conduct himself appropriately. He was naturally circumspect in his masturbatory habits, but he was now too nervous to have one off behind the curtains of his bed. He had indulged himself hastily a few times in the shower or a toilet stall, when he was fortunate enough to find himself alone, but the opportunities had been few and far between.

The incident earlier today had hardly made things easier to bear. Draco received a package during lunchtime. “I’ve been waiting for this for ages!” he exclaimed excitedly, ripping it open. The cover looked unassuming and at first glance appeared to be a boring textbook. But once the blond cracked it open, its true contents were readily apparent. It was a book on sex, with many images in their Wizarding glory. There were witches alone, wizards alone, wizards with witches, witches with witches, and wizards with wizards. Severus caught a quick glimpse of two sculpted young wizards performing sixty-nine and felt his cock go from limp to painfully erect in a heartbeat.

“Put that away, you fool!” he hissed. “Do you really want a professor to confiscate it?”

Draco, in typical self-indulgent form, had forgotten that he was eyeing a forbidden book in the Great Hall. He hastily stuffed it in his bag, and he flinched as he leaned forward. A protrusion had appeared in the placket of his trousers. A quick glance showed that the other Slytherins who had been peeping at the book all found themselves in similar discomfort.

There were spells to dispel undesired erections, of course, but he hesitated to use them save in a dire emergency. He just didn’t feel comfortable casting spells on that part of his anatomy. He tried thinking of disgusting things, but his wanking drought won out. He noticed Goyle quietly banging his head against the table. Hopefully no one would think of that as odd. Finally, in desperation, Severus poured himself a large glass of ice water from a nearby pitcher and dumped it right in his lap.

Draco’s grey eyes went wide. “You’re barking!” A quick wave of Snape’s wand and the puddle of freezing water was gone. “Did it work?” Severus nodded curtly. After a brief hesitation, Malfoy also poured himself a glass and doused his pants. Catching on, the others followed suit. A few onlookers watched curiously. A few of them laughed, but at least no one seemed to be the wiser.

“I would have thought that you’d have invented a potion to take care of things like that,” Draco grumbled.

Severus shrugged. “I did, but it actually was rather too successful. Inappropriate erections subsided, but I could barely piss with the thing.”

Just thinking about the picture he’d seen at lunch made him ache and throb. He shifted slightly in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but the motion just further fueled his lust. He bit his lip and tried to concentrate on grading - these First-years were so moronic that surely they’d put him off - but it seemed that he was reaching the point of no return. Nothing but release would make his erection subside.

He changed position, gasping slightly at the sensations that raced down his spine. He was just about to formulate an excuse and head out early when Professor Snape mentioned, “You seem to be in discomfort. The loo is down the hall.”

Severus hesitated for just a moment, then nodded and hurried off down the hall. The professor obviously thought that he had to pee, but he *was* in discomfort and could find relief in the toilet, though it was of a different sort. At this point, he would take what he could get.

To his surprise, he found that the room was white with blue tiling. Well, he supposed that every room couldn’t be Slytherin green or his favorite black. A rack of potions periodicals, newspapers and magazines sat next to the commode. The professor was truly a man after his own heart. Mum had often yelled at him for taking his reading into the loo - but if he had ‘business’ to attend to, why not keep his mind entertained?

He wished he had some time to poke around and satisfy his curiosity, but his need could not be denied. He unfastened his belt and pulled down his slacks and smalls in one motion. His cock shot upward, actually hitting his stomach with a *thwack*. He noticed a damp spot on his underwear and hoped that it hadn’t seeped through to his pants. A strong musky smell now permeated the room.

Severus grabbed a long piece from the bog roll and held it ready in his left hand as he grasped his erection with his right. Normally he liked to use some sort of lubricant, but he was in a hurry. He swiped his hand over the head of his cock, which had plenty of precum to slick his fingers. He tugged firmly, and after just a few strokes, he was shooting great wads of cum into the toilet paper. He groaned in ecstatic relief.

The orgasm seemed to go on and on as his cock spent its pent-up frustration. Once his climax released him from its grip, he sagged against the toilet tank, breathing a huge sigh. After a few minutes, he forced himself to stand and pull himself together. He peed just so he could use the loo for a ‘legitimate’ purpose and flushed the paper containing his seed.

He glanced at himself in the mirror. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were red and swollen. But unless one was specifically watching for such things, these slight changes should go unnoticed.

Once he had made himself relatively presentable, he returned to the sitting room. He hadn’t been gone longer than a few minutes, so there should be no reason for the man to be suspicious. His heart sank, however, as he saw the knowing smirk that touched the usually dour man’s lips.

“Puberty is the ninth circle of hell,” Professor Snape remarked, turning to peruse the bookshelves. Severus was relieved to not have to meet his gaze. His entire face had gone beet red as he stared at the floor. “I have always thought that it was a cosmic joke that teenagers became randiest when there was the least chance of having sex or otherwise relieving the urges. As I’m sure you remember, Madame Pomfrey does give a talk on sexual reproduction, but it only explains the general mechanics and does not answer the many burning questions that pubescent boys and girls have. Thus, I provide a supplemental lesson to my Slytherins. Above all, I advocate masturbation as a healthy way to release tension and delay intercourse. Our House is historically the most promiscuous, so I would much rather have students engage in self-pleasure than face the consequences of an ill-conceived tryst. As long as my students are circumspect and respect the wishes of others, I do not object to their performing the act, although I would prefer to imagine that they will never touch themselves or each other until after graduation.”

“Now I get it!” Severus exclaimed. “Draco has asked me some roundabout questions that seemed to somehow allude to sex. I had no idea what he was getting at, so I told him to sod off.”

“He should know to come to me with any questions,” the professor stated. “I would much rather have the students face the embarrassment of asking sexual questions of me than expose them to the misinformation that so often circles the school.”

“Did you always give this talk?” Severus asked curiously.

“Not for the first few years. But after I saw my students continually making the same mistakes I quickly saw the need. You’d be surprised how many injure themselves while masturbating with an unsafe object, or are too ashamed to ask for a prophylactic potion and end up needing a morning-after one instead.

“Anyway,” he continued, selecting a book and idly flipping through its pages, “I recall how difficult privacy was to come by in the dormitory. Therefore, I am offering you the use of my quarters to indulge yourself if the need ever becomes too great.”

“You… are you serious?” Severus breathed.

“I am perfectly serious, but there are certain ground rules that must be observed. The number-one rule is to always respect my privacy and my personal possessions. If I find that you have been nosing about, my offer is null and void. Next, you are only permitted to masturbate here while I am not within these quarters. I will give you a schedule of my classes and office hours. Those will be acceptable times. Do not omit to perform the necessary cleansing charms.

“The password is currently Paracelsus. It changes often, and I will inform you when it does. I will show you how to put an invisible ward on the door. I have a spell to detect it and will know to not enter if I happen to return to my quarters ahead of schedule.

“Secrecy is key. I’m certain you realize that I have never made this offer to a student before, nor do I care to repeat it in the future. I am making an exception for you because you are me and I recall what life was like at that age. Do not make me regret this.”

“Oh, I won’t, Professor!” Severus said eagerly. “You’ve been really awesome to me. I promise I won’t be a bother to you.”

“You already are,” Snape replied, but the smirk gave him away.

Chapter Seven

Severus found that he could not wait to explore the new option availed to him. The very next day, he approached the door to Professor’s Snape’s quarters and spoke the password. “Paracelsus,” he drawled, brandishing his wand. The wards also recognized his magical signature and wand as belonging to its proper owner (or close enough) and admitted him. He hastily sketched his wand through the air, putting the agreed-to invisible mark on the door in case the room’s true owner returned ahead of schedule.

He passed through the familiar sitting room. It had two very comfortable green armchairs, a polished mahogany table, and several small end tables. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with bookshelves, which were naturally crammed with fascinating texts. He knew full well to steer clear of those without proper supervision - the professor had been massively generous, and he was not about to overstep his bounds. The far wall had a magnificent brick fireplace, but the grate was empty.

He turned down the hallway to head to the bathroom, but when he reached it he spotted a second door at the end of the corridor. Curiously, he walked to the end of the hallway and peered inside. It was a bedroom. Of course, the man had to sleep *somewhere*. Inside was a massive four-posted bed with a gauzy green canopy. The curtains that trailed down the sides had been tied back. The obligatory Slytherin banner took up a large portion of one wall. He noticed that there were no portraits or photos in this room, though the sitting room did have a few. Obviously the elder Snape truly relished his privacy.

The walls were made of the same stone as the rest of the castle, and several tapestries were hung to insulate in the wintertime. The carpet was luxurious shag, though he was surprised to see that it was a light beige color. On impulse, he pulled off his shoes and wiggled his toes. Delightful.

He felt a wave of envy. Professor Snape had everything he wanted - private quarters full of advanced books, his own laboratory and store of ingredients, and an aura of power and silent menace. It was good to know that such things would be his someday, and that the professor allowed him to have a sampling, but it also chafed to see his potential laid out for him while he was still relegated to a lowly student.

His eyes were drawn back to the bed. It had crisp white sheets, but the duvet was the same green as the canopy. Springtime had already arrived, but nights in the dungeon could still be chilly. The bed was neatly made, so he could only assume that the house elves had visited - he himself could never be bothered to make his bed. A tingle raced down his spine and set a slow fire burning in his loins. Professor Snape had not been specific about *where* he could do the deed. Surely he didn’t expect him to always use the bathroom? The man had been quite explicit about snooping, but the bed was out in plain sight and available for use. Since the professor hadn’t strictly forbidden it, he was going to assume that use of the bed was okay.

Fingers trembling, he reached to peel off his robe. He had hastily stuffed his wand in his pants pocket, and as he turned, the end snagged on a drawer handle on the nightstand and sent the drawer and its contents flying. “Bugger, bugger, bugger!” he muttered as he knelt to shove everything back in. The professor would probably consider this as an act of snooping and he would be barred from returning. Rotten luck!

He hesitated as his fingers brushed the bottom of the drawer. They detected the faint tingle of a spell which had been keyed to his magical signature. He sat back on his heels to think. How best to proceed? “Reveal your secrets,” he finally spoke, pointing his wand at the drawer. Sure enough, the false bottom rose up to reveal a hidden storage area. He whistled softly. He could tell why the man had wanted to keep these items hidden. Inside was the stuff of a wanker’s wet dream - lube, erotic novels, explicit magazines, and what appeared to be a vibrator. Oh yes, he had found the mother lode.

Now this was probably straying out of the approved use of the quarters, but these items were plainly intended for the act that he was about to engage in. Now that he had found the contents of the secret drawer, there was no way that he could simply replace them and pretend that he had never seen them. No, they were meant to be used.

His heart pounding, he threw the duvet to the floor and piled some of the more interesting items on the bed. He then commenced stripping, leaving his clothing in a careless pile on the floor. He stretched out completely nude on the crisp white sheets, enjoying the feel of the cool air on his exposed skin. Ahh, he had missed this. He resented living in a dorm where privacy was nonexistent. He hated going home for the summer, but at least he had his own room where he could indulge himself. In the weeks before the end of the school year he would deliberately refrain from pleasuring himself. He would spend the return trip on the Hogwarts Express half-hard with a spreading stain of precum (he had learned to put a sock in his smalls). Once he got home, he greeted his mother and pointedly ignored his father. He would then race up to his room and the first chance he had, he would do exactly as he was now. He would take the time to truly pleasure himself that he never had in school. Many summer hours were spent home alone, indulging in the pleasures of the flesh. It was the only enjoyable part about being home, so he was determined to make the most of it.

But now he did not have to wait for vacation to enjoy himself. He had been given the metaphorical keys to what may as well be a palace. His fingers trailed through his hair, over his chest and nipples. His skin immediately broke out in goose bumps and his nipples hardened into sharp little points. He teased them with his fingers and moaned deliciously. Summoning his wand from the floor, he cast a hasty Silencing charm. He didn’t know how thick the walls were or if anyone was nearby, but there was no sense in causing a scandal for the poor professor.

His cock was already in full hardness, a drop of precum glistening on the tip. Ignoring it for the moment, he rolled to his side to examine the treasure trove. He zeroed in on the magazine with alluring moving photos. He was shocked to discover that there were men inside. *Only* men. He thought that his feelings for Lily meant that he was heterosexual. Judging from the eager reaction from his nether regions, he was quite wrong.

He found a picture of a sandy-haired wizard midway through. The young man grinned saucily. He was tanned and wore nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that nicely accentuated his assets. The picture eyed Severus sprawled nude on the bed and gave a cheeky thumbs-up, blatantly eyeing the leaking erection. Snape blushed but couldn’t help but feel flattered.

The photo image slid his boxers down an inch, revealing a treasure trail. Severus moaned in appreciation and trailed a hand down his chest to his stomach. His cock jumped hopefully, but he bypassed it to caress his thigh. He was getting an unbelievable charge out of this - the picture was definitely not a real live person, but he had never masturbated in front of anyone, and it was as close to an audience as he had ever come.

Pin-up Boy curled his hand into a loose fist and jerked it in the air. The message was clear. Biting his lip, half in arousal and half in embarrassment, Severus drizzled some lube on his palm and took himself in hand. He groaned loudly. Gods, this was *amazing*! He could take as long as he liked and be as loud as he liked, lying naked in full view instead of stroking furtively under the covers or trying to be ultra-quiet in a toilet or shower stall. Plus he had a companion of sorts. Pin-Up pulled down his smalls another inch, until a rosy cock-head just barely peeped out from the waistband. Snape gasped and shuddered as he observed a pearl of precum well up and moisten the fabric.

Enjoying his reaction, Pin-Up slowly dragged the shorts down until they puddled around his feet and were then kicked aside. He let Severus admire his rampantly hard erection and full balls; then he formed a loose fist and began lazily stroking himself. ‘Ogod ogod he’s doing it with me!’ Snape thought incoherently.

As Pin-Up worked himself with one hand, he spread his legs wide and probed behind himself with a finger. The Slytherin gawked. He had heard that such a thing could be pleasurable; he had tried it once and was not impressed. Curious, he smeared some lube on his finger and then traced his puckered entrance. He shivered; it ticked but felt pretty good. Kinky and forbidden. He imagined that the hole was like a rosebud - tightly closed at first, but soon it will open slightly and reveal its mysteries. Taking a deep breath, he pushed inward.

He grimaced at the slight burn. His finger was not large, but his body was rather used to having that area for an exit instead of an entrance. He wiggled the finger slightly, feeling the tight passage. It felt strange. Not too bad, but not wonderful either. He didn’t get what the big deal was.

His hand started to cramp. He spread his legs slightly to get a better angle, and his thigh hit something. He glanced down and saw the vibrator. It was an unassuming cylindrical object, its width approximately that of three fingers. He also found a small piece of paper that explained how the device worked. It could retain whatever size and preferred settings that the owner specified, but right now it was at its default setting. Apparently this was as small as it got. That was fine with him, since he didn’t think he could take anything much bigger. The device was powered by magic, but thankfully it did not require a wand, just a few predetermined signals. He was certain he would be in no condition to cast spells.

He grabbed the trusty lube and oiled up his new prize. He squeezed the bottom of the sex toy, and it began to vibrate. His breath coming in short pants, he lowered the device to the head of his cock. He jerked and arched off the bed. The sensation was electrifying! He brought the toy back to his cock and moaned aloud in delight. This was better than anything he could have imagined! His hand paled in comparison.

He teased himself, stroking the vibrator down his length, then pulling it away and watching his cock pulse with need. He knew he would soon reach the point of no return.

He glanced back at the magazine, where the boy had managed to cram four fingers into himself and was pumping away with abandon. The pin-up used his other hand, which had been wrapped around his cock, to gesture to the sex toy, then Snape’s rear.

Severus shrugged. The experience with his finger hadn’t been anything special, but clearly there had to be something more to it that he was missing. Dripping a bit more lube on the buzzing toy, he positioned it at his entrance. He pushed lightly on the end of the handle. Taking the hint, the vibrator began to slightly push its way in.

At first his body wanted to expel the intruder. He grimaced as it buried itself to the hilt. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but the sensation would definitely take some getting used to. He gently twisted the base, and the vibrator began slowly thrusting. After a few strokes, it angled itself slightly. He felt it brush against something inside, and his vision was enveloped in a haze of white as his whole body spasmed. He moaned so loudly that it echoed against the stone.

The magazine photo gave him an encouraging grin, but he barely noticed. He was becoming frantic, tapping at the bottom of the toy to increase the vibrations and roughly twisting it to speed up the thrusts. His heels dug into the mattress as he arched in the air. He wanted desperately to fist himself, but his hands would not let go of their death grip on the sheets.

“Hnn… hnn…hnn…” he whimpered, past the ability of speech. His heart was pounding fit to burst. He could feel his consciousness drawing together, his senses keening. It was building and building, and he knew if it stopped he would die. The world seemed to pause for a heartbeat; then his orgasm crashed upon him with the force of a freight train. He voiced the indescribable experience with a loud scream, thrashing about on the bed, oblivious to everything but the throbbing of his cock, sending spurt after spurt in the air, and the magnificent pulsing in his arse.

When the seizure of pleasure released him, he collapsed on the bed, panting deeply, his entire body limp. He felt so languorous and relaxed. Wow. Just wow. He glanced weakly around and saw that his seed had splattered everywhere… his chest, his cheek, the headboard (now *that* was impressive), and the magazine. Pin-Up had added his own load to the mix. He ran his finger through their combined juices and licked it. Severus’ face flamed. He fumbled for his wand and spelled the mess away, then reluctantly closed the magazine. The young man blew him a kiss as the pages closed over his image. Snape would definitely pay him a visit soon.

He noticed that the magazine had easily come clean, due to an existing protective spell, clearly cast to avoid damaging its pages due to incidents like the one that had just occurred. An image sprang unbidden to mind of Professor Snape, robes buttoned to the throat as usual. The only disturbance in the illusion of propriety was in the nether regions. The man’s button and fly were undone, revealing a glimpse of wiry black curls and a proudly erect cock. The man fisted his erection as he knelt on the bed, the magazine spread out before him. The pin-up winked lewdly at him as the professor moaned, biting his lip, his eyes half-lidded as he pumped his sticky release all over the magazine’s eager occupant. Perhaps the young man within was used to receiving facials. He had no idea what had caused him to think of such a thing, but he found the mental picture to be oddly compelling.

Vibrations echoed up his spine, and he realized that the vibrator was still buried within him and still activated. He reached to pull it out and realized that his erection had not subsided. Amazing… how could he possibly still be hard after such an explosive release? A renewed wave of lust seized him. The toy continued to bump against his prostate relentlessly. He was over-sensitized from his climax, and the stimulation was nearly painful. And yet, it somehow felt good. He felt himself being pushed beyond a boundary that he hadn’t known existed. The discomfort had a knife edge, bringing together pain and pleasure. Instinctively, he rolled over and snagged a pillow, stuffing it between his legs. He frantically humped the soft material as the vibrator worked him from behind, humming and thrusting merrily.

His mouth opened in a silent scream, his eyes huge and wild as his hips pistoned erratically against the pillow. An inarticulate cry was ripped from his throat as his cock surged a second time. His bollocks clenched valiantly but only a slight trickle emerged. He was dry-cumming for the first time, and it felt so amazingly good. His body was drawn upward like a bow, until the only part touching the bed was his hips. His entire world shrank to the sensations issuing from his cock and balls. The spasms went on and on until he thought he would simply die. At last the climax died away, and he collapsed gratefully into darkness.

He awoke a short time later to find the vibrator still buried in his arse, mercifully holding still. He groaned weakly. His heart was pounding and his limbs felt like limp noodles. He had never lost consciousness after masturbating before. He had never felt so thoroughly fagged in his life. So *this* was what fantastic sex felt like. Yes, it was only with himself, but if it felt this great he could live with the lack of a partner.

He pulled the pillow from under his hips and buried his nose in it, inhaling the musky scent of his sex. He pictured the professor placing his head on this very pillow, and though his cock was far too drained to do anything more, it gave a slight hopeful twitch. He was tempted to leave the mess he had made, almost like marking his territory, but that would cause Professor Snape to ban him from his rooms. He wasn’t about to risk his newfound refuge just to indulge a passing fancy. With a sigh of regret, he cast a cleansing charm. Everything was as fresh as before. But still, *he* would know what he had done.

He tried to be patient, but the room called to him like a siren song. He tried to visit every week, but soon it was several times a week, then every day, and then finally twice a day. His budding sexuality had fully awakened, and he was very eager to explore its boundaries. The sex book in the drawer had been marvelous in this capacity. After reading a very illuminating chapter on auto-fellatio, he lay with his rear pressed against the headboard, legs above his head. Casting a minor flexibility charm, he simultaneously lowered his hips and raised his head, until finally -- *finally* -- the tip of his cock brushed his lips. His tongue flickered out and lapped at a dewdrop of moisture. He moaned eagerly and, after a bit of wiggling, managed to ease the head into his mouth. It was his first blowjob, and it was mind-blowing to be able to give himself such pleasure. The position was very uncomfortable and his muscles protested strenuously, but the payoff was oh so worth it. He did find it difficult to continue his ministrations as his passion built - he wanted to just lay back and enjoy it (like he could if someone else did the work), and he was fearful of biting down - but there was no way he could stop now. He craned his aching neck, swallowing as much of the shaft as he could, and sucked for all he was worth. The force of his climax took him by surprise, and he spluttered and choked on his seed. His cock escaped his mouth as he fought for breath, firing ribbons of white across his face. He closed his eyes and took it, thinking about what a shameless slut he was to take a load in the face. *His* load!

His analytical mind was in overdrive. When he was not in this room, he was busy thinking of what he would do once he was here. He spent his days in a half-erect state, willing the hours to go by faster until he could next achieve release. He stripped nude and rubbed himself against one of the wooden posts on the bed, pretending that he was a common stripper lewdly performing for an appreciative crowd. He came with their imaginary cheers and catcalls echoing in his head. He also found a fascinating device in the nightstand drawer that slightly resembled a Muggle condom. He had once tried one out of idle curiosity. The rubber had pulled at his pubic hair and deadened any sensation. He didn’t know how Muggles managed to reproduce while using those cursed things. Give him a potion any day.

He slipped on the device as he consulted the instructions. The plastic sheath was designed to gently and subtly stimulate him and then absorb his release, leaving no evidence behind. He felt the hair on his neck raise. He couldn’t picture his elder self wanting to use it during class, but it certainly would be a forbidden thrill in private. He could, say, tackle the thankless task of grading essays while the sheath slowly drove him to a frenzy, then cleaned up afterward. He could remain completely dressed and never lay a hand on himself! Severus wore the device as he read a book, pretending that he was sitting in the classroom. He forced himself to sit stock-still as the sheath gently squeezed and rippled around him. He couldn’t help but gasp and grab himself as he spilled into the device, feeling it absorb his release. Severus wished he had the nerve to use it in a more public place - say the dorm or the library - but he didn’t dare. The thought of getting caught was exciting, but the reality would be devastating, and plus the professor would be furious if his toy went missing. He replaced it in the drawer with reluctance.

The favorite item in the drawer remained the vibrator. Just thinking about it could bring him to near-painful hardness. It was as if it was made with magic itself. One day Severus pulled out the drawer and stopped short. The vibrator was still within, but it had… changed somehow. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that it was bigger. The youth had only used it on its narrowest setting, so there was only one explanation. Professor Snape had just used the toy.

Severus held it in his hands and imagined that it was still warm from the man’s body. His shaft was already drooling on his stomach in eager anticipation. He closed his eyes and trailed the toy over his body, imagining that the older man had done the same thing. Maybe the knowledge of what Severus was getting up to in this room had fueled the man’s own libido. He panted eagerly as he rubbed the humming tip around his entrance, imagining Professor Snape’s arse opening greedily to accept the toy. He had never tried using anything this big before, but suddenly he was desperate to feel the burn. He wanted it exactly the way the professor had done it. The idea that the man had laid in exactly the same bed, playing with the same toy in the same way gave him a tremendous charge. He spent a long time teasing and tormenting himself, until tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. He prepared himself with his fingers, enjoying the stretching motions. Only then did he slather the toy with an abundance of lube and begin the penetration. It burned, and it hurt more than he had expected. He clenched his teeth and bore down, easing in the phallus bit by bit until it was finally fully sheathed within him. Pictures of Professor Snape indulging himself with the toy ran through his mind, further fuelling his desire as he forcefully worked the toy. The man would look debauched, his head thrown back, casting an inky-black cloud of hair on the snow-white pillow. The pale column of his throat would be exposed, just begging to be bitten and licked. The lips would be red and swollen, his nipples pebbled and hard, his cock brick-red and weeping. One hand would be curled around its length, the other guiding the toy as it glided in and out, hitting his sensitized prostate. Then Severus imagined he was in the room, reaching out and taking the older man’s erection in his hand. Their eyes met as Snape surrendered himself to release, his hot seed coating them both. Severus closed his eyes as his fantasy blended with reality, his own climax seizing him. He stared at the vibrator for a long time afterward. He was strangely tempted to put it in just as it was, sticky and wet and very obviously used. A very naughty image of Professor Snape came to mind, the man licking the toy clean of the mess that Severus would leave behind. He pushed it away forcefully. That would be gross, considering where the toy had been. The professor had made him promise to clean up after himself, and he didn’t dare risk disobeying. He cast the necessary charm and kissed it cheekily as he placed it in the drawer. Enjoy, Professor.

One day Severus hastily spoke the password, shifting his weight impatiently, his cock an impatient brand straining against his pants. The door sprang open, and he rushed in, only to almost literally bump in to a scowling Professor Snape. Severus jumped, his face flaming. The man did not need to speak a word. The message was painfully clear. Severus had worn out his welcome. “Too much?” he whispered, shamefaced.

“People have started to notice. I have told them that I granted temporary access to my quarters for research. You are drawing undesired attention to us both. I will not forbid you entirely to return, but you must limit your visits to no more than twice a week.” Severus sighed audibly in relief, and the professor smirked. “Your fellow students manage to make do without such a refuge. I am certain that you will find a way to survive.”

“Yes, sir.” He darted a sideways look at the man. “Sir. You mentioned that you give advice of a sexual nature. Would it be all right if I asked you some questions? I could use a bit of guidance.”

“Judging from your activities of late, I concur. Do ask away.”

“Are you… am I… well, are we gay? I mean, I thought I really wanted Lily, but then I saw those magazines, and I see a guy peel off his shirt or walk by in tight pants, and I’m just not sure.”

“An excellent question. One would think that sexual orientation is very clear-cut but it’s not always quite that easy. I suppose you could say that we are both bisexual. I did and still do desire Lily, but ever since our falling-out she has been unattainable. Although I experimented a bit with other girls, it hurt too much, knowing what I wanted and not being able to have it. So I turned my interest to males. Now, I doubt I would have been able to do this if some part of me wasn’t attracted to men in the first place. Although some have tried, it’s not really possible to wake up one day and decide to become gay or go straight. The desire has to already be there. I haven’t totally changed my orientation; I’m just focusing on one part to the exclusion of the other. Besides, our bisexuality should not come as a complete surprise. I recall that there were more than just signs of an interest in males at your age.” They both blushed in as they recalled an incident in the library, where Severus had somehow found himself pressed against a stack of books, frantically frotting against a very eager Lupin, until events reached a mutually satisfying conclusion. If Snape had not found out about the boy’s tendency to howl at the moon, it could have possibly lead to something more. Not that he would ever admit to it.

“Um, okay. I think I understand what you’re saying, though it is rather confusing to me. I have another question, one of a personal nature that you may end up refusing to answer. Sixth Year will be over soon, which means that my last year in school isn’t far behind. I know it’s silly, but I don’t want to graduate a virgin. When do I lose my virginity?”

Snape smirked. “Well, certainly events will be different now, but I lost my virginity to Lucius in the summer after my Sixth Year. He invited me to visit him in his manor and focused all his attentions on me. He was hoping to initiate me into the Death Eaters, and I did make a good impression on the Dark Lord. He captivated my mind and seduced my body. Looking back, I am somewhat disappointed that my first time may have had a political motivation, but Lucius was a very skilled and attentive lover, so I have no regrets.”

Severus looked gobsmacked. “Luc? Our Luc? I can’t imagine he would ever want to have sex with me. He’s got much better prospects available to him.”

The man snickered. “It is true that he has his pick of others much more attractive, but he has told me that none complement him better than me; except, of course, for the woman that he eventually married. Narcissa is fully aware of what has transpired between us, and even allowed it to continue. Neither of them is monogamous. However, when she began to show with child, I tried to cut off the physical aspect of the relationship. We are still occasionally intimate, but not nearly as often as either of us would like. Things have become too complicated to continue on as they were.”

“If you teach sex ed, then you must obviously know about sex. I’m sure this is an impertinent question, but do you have a lot of practical experience?”

A raised eyebrow. “I would punish anyone else who posed that question to me, but you have a stake in knowing my past and your possible future. I gained quite a bit of sexual experience after graduation. Most of it was during the Dark Revels, which is essentially a Death Eater orgy. Most of it was quite enjoyable, and my sexual knowledge grew rapidly. However, there were others who were more into non-consensual or violent activities, and it did eventually dampen my enthusiasm. I am grateful that I was never forced to participate in such an event.”

“I heard some of the others whispering. They call you the Slytherin sex god.”

“Do they now?” The professor smirked once more. “That’s rather gratifying. I imagine they’d be quite shocked if they saw me put my skills to the test. I’ve been told it’s not for the faint of heart.”

Severus grinned in return. It was good to know that he wasn’t doomed to a life of chastity. Being a Slytherin sex god sounded quite nice. And though he’d have to cool off his libido for awhile, it seemed that his future held many more opportunities.

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