A Lesson Well Learned; Gift for the Community!
Title: A Lesson Well Learned
Author: unlikeothers
Beta: thilia
Pairing/s: Snape/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Dub-Con, manipulation
Word Count: 3,985
Summary: Harry has a month’s worth of detentions to do. Snape finds something out about Harry and his current thoughts and decides to teach him a lesson.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognizable characters and settings are the property of J.K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work.
Prompts: Hate, loss, possession, touch, cloak
Author's Notes: This is my first fest so it’s probably not very good but it’s a learning curve and we all have to start somewhere!
A Lesson Well Learned
If he had to stay in this dungeon one fucking minute longer he was going to go crazy. How many ingredients did the bastard need for one potion?! Two weeks solid now he’d been kept away from Ron and Hermione, allowed to see them only at dinner before he had to leave for his detention.
He and Ron were being forced to get up early to get in some Quidditch practice. This he didn't mention to Snape, preferring to see his reaction when he kicked Slytheri's arse from one end of the pitch to the other.
‘How long do I have to wait before you can finally follow simple instructions?’ Snape barked. Were he not still seething about what the little wretch had said to him, he would dismiss him from his evening detentions for good.
***
'Can't you do anything right for once, you idiot creature?' he had finally snapped when another cloud of blue smoke came from what should have been a clear potion.
'Apparently not!' the brat had shouted back. 'And don't call me an idiot creature!'
'Why, does it hurt to hear the truth?'
'NO! Because it's not true; but if it was the truth then I would be in the right fucking place because I would have learned from the fucking best at being a fucking IDIOT!'
***
He tightened his grip on the quill he was holding, threatening to snap it as he recalled the language that had spewed from Potter’s mouth.
Harry glared at his Professor who was shooting an equally venomous one back at him.
'I can follow simple instructions perfectly fine, Sir,' he emphasised with as much sarcasm as he thought he could get away with. 'It's just that you have so many ingredients in here that's it hard to find anything.'
'I didn't ask for your opinion, I asked you to get me the ingredients.' Snape stood up from his desk and stalked over to the store room. 'Get out of the way. If you can't do a job properly then don't bother trying to do it at all.'
'Does that mean I can go?' Harry asked with more sarcasm but he couldn't hold back the tiny shred of hope he was feeling. Of course, it was soon taken away.
'I don't think so. I’m sure there's something I can find for you to do.'
'Like what? I've already scrubbed the tables and cauldrons until they're sparkling clean. My hands have been rubbed raw from doing it.'
Harry looked down at his hands. It was true, for a week now they hadn't turned any other colour but pink. People had started to ask him if he'd spilt some sort of potion on himself in detention that had made his hands turn that colour.
'That is none of my concern. Perhaps if you learned to keep your mouth shut and your language to yourself then you wouldn't be here at all.' He looked down at his old enemy's son. The likeness was shocking. 'There is a stack of parchment on my desk that has potions instructions on. Try not to tax yourself too much when you start re-writing them all.'
'All of them?!'
'Yes, Potter, all of them. Make sure it's legible too and not like the rubbish you hand in as homework.'
'Yes Sir,' Harry ground out from between his teeth.
He'd spent so long down in the dungeons that his skin was beginning to look as pale as his teacher's. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been out in the sunshine; every time he and Ron went to play Quidditch it had always been dull or raining. It was almost May and he'd not once been able to sit outside. Every evening was spent down here and he couldn't even venture from the library or common room on a weekend except to eat because he was catching up on the homework he couldn't do on school nights. He'd even given up going to Hogsmeade, much to Ron and Hermione's dismay. They only saw him in the library or class now.
Harry thought it was kind of them to stay with him doing homework sometimes but he knew Ron didn't want to do that and to be quite frank they just pissed him off being there with him. He hated that.
But there was something he hated more than any of that. In his fifth year he'd felt so alone after Cedric Diggory had died. Everyone kept telling him that they understood how he felt but he knew that they didn't have the faintest idea. He had felt that same loneliness when he'd had his two best friends taken away from him by the condescending git who stood glaring at him now. For the past fortnight all he had known was the cold and darkness of the school dungeons. That, he could take though. The thing that was really frustrating him was that he was actually starting to feel like he was somewhere he belonged.
Harry crossed out a word that he hadn't spelt correctly.
'Start again.'
He looked at his teacher. 'You're kidding?'
'Since when have I ever used humour, Potter?'
'I've only got three lines to the end of this piece of parchment.'
'You shouldn't have made a mistake then, should you? You should know by now that you can't just hand any old dirt in to me. Now start again.'
Harry bit his lip to bite back a comment that would have no doubt led to an extra week of detention. He pushed the old parchment away from him and took a new piece and began again.
This was his second week of a month's worth of detentions and gradually he had been reluctantly realising that he had to admit he actually liked it down here. How that had happened, he couldn't say; this was everything he hated. The lesson, the room, the teacher.
He glanced up at the man dressed completely in black; he was grabbing glass jars and containers full of all the things Harry didn't want to think about. When he realised that Snape had no idea he was being studied so carefully, Harry continued to look. This was the thing he hated. The time he had been made to have down in the cold, dark dungeons had given him too much time to be around that man. So much time in fact that he had been horrified to realise that he could actually understand why his teacher spent so much time alone. Now all he could think about lately was him. The look that sent shivers through him was not the bad kind of shiver you would have thought; it was a good shiver and that, Harry thought, could only mean one thing. He was so screwed.
***
'Sometimes you actually manage to amaze me Potter,' Snape said, looking at the near on perfect handwriting. 'I can just about read the instructions here. Maybe there is some hope after all, although I won’t hold out on that.'
'Yes sir,' Harry replied, feeling more than a little bit happy. He'd done good and Snape couldn't deny it.
'You only have three to go now. Then I'll have to find you something else to do. I'm sure it won't be difficult.'
'You mean this isn't just a first batch? I've actually finished them all?'
'Nearly finished them all. You sound disappointed.'
'Sir?'
'What's the matter, Potter, don't tell me you like my company better than your friends'.'
Snape watched the boy move around uncomfortably. He'd rebelled against everyone last year, even his friends. Could it be that he was pushing them away again? If so, for what reason?
Harry shifted his weight from one foot to the other. 'Not really.'
'Not really? Tell me Potter, what makes you want to be down here at all if you aren't trying to get away from them?'
'It's not them,' Harry snapped. 'It's everyone else I'm trying to stay away from.'
'What's the matter, fame getting too much for you?'
'Yes, actually, it is,' he retorted, 'just not in the way you think. D'you think I like being down here all the time?'
'I think you've been down here too long. It seems my company is doing strange things to you.'
'You know what? This is all your fault.' Harry felt that angry feeling inside of him again and realised that it might earn him even more detention but he just couldn't cope anymore. He couldn't see his friends and was stuck with the one person he shouldn't be feeling anything towards. 'If you hadn't given me so much detention I'd probably be fine right now and not dealing with-' he stopped himself.
'Dealing with…what?' Snape asked.
'Things I shouldn't have to be,' Harry mumbled after a few seconds.
'Like?'
'Nothing, it doesn't matter.'
'Yes it does.'
'No, it doesn't. It's personal.'
'There is more than one way I can get it out of you and I'm certain you would not like it.'
Harry's eyes widened. 'You wouldn't,' and when he saw the other man smirk, 'you bloody well would! That's not fair.'
'If you had learnt Occlumency, then you wouldn't be so afraid.'
'You made it too hard.'
'You didn't try hard enough.'
'I did.'
'Try harder.'
'I don't have anyone to practice with!'
'Then I suppose we've found how to fill the rest of your detention time up. I want to know what you're hiding Potter. If you don't want me to know then obviously you're breaking the rules.'
'I'm not hiding anything!'
Suddenly, Harry felt a pushing inside his mind and knew exactly what the bastard was doing.
'I SAID NO!' he shouted and turned away.
Before he could move any further there was an ice cold grip on his arm pulling him back and a smoky voice breathing words into his ear.
'I don't care what you said, you little brat, I'll get what I want from you, no matter how I have to take it. Do you understand?'
Snape felt him pull viciously away but he wasn't going to let him go anywhere. He grabbed hold of his chin roughly and looked straight into his eyes. He commanded him to open them when he tried to escape the inevitable. What he saw wasn't the problem. It was what he felt; the emotions coming from the Gryffindor were overwhelming.
Harry was trying to pull back but he had never been good at Occlumency and he had no way of hiding anything from one of the best Occlumens and Legillimens in the world. How the bloody hell was he going to live this down?
Snape watched images of himself and Harry go by. The fights that they had had over the past few weeks, the way they had watched each other, sent each other to breaking point until finally, though he hadn't known it, Snape had won. The boy had once again let his emotions get in the way. He'd actually found a way to like his most hated teacher; what's more, he’d found a way to become increasingly attracted to him.
'My my,' he murmured eventually to Harry. 'You have got yourself into a mess, haven't you?'
'Stop it,' Harry begged. 'Let me go, I'm done here.'
'You're not even close, boy. I have plenty more favours that you can give me now.' Snape smirked. He would have been more shocked at the fact that this student of them all was attracted to him, were it not for the fact that he saw oh so many ways to manipulate him. 'I'll make you rue the day you were born after I'm finished with you.'
Harry started to panic. What the hell was he going to do to him? 'You can't make me stay here,' he said and made towards the door. The man was cruel enough to let him get so close he reached his hand out for the handle when he suddenly heard a click. Snape had locked the door. Turning round, Harry saw a look in the older man's eyes that he'd never seen before. He'd seen hatred, smugness, loathing, disdain, disgust, arrogance. But never had he seen the one that was in his eyes now. It was like he had seen his prey and was ready to devour it. Harry swallowed hard. Fuck he was in trouble.
'Now why,' Snape asked as he made his way to the door and the boy who, if he thought about it, wasn't much of a boy at all anymore, 'would you want to run away? Not when you're so close, Harry.'
With just one word he knew that the boy was going nowhere. His emotions would always make him weak. One word and all of his fight left him. Pathetic; but he would be very good for amusement.
'I'm not scared of you,' Harry said in a low voice when his teacher was stood in front of him.
'I know, that's what makes you so stupid.'
'I'm not stupid for standing my ground.'
'You are if you're trying to stand it against me, especially knowing what I know now. I can do whatever I want with you.'
Harry looked into Snape's black eyes. He'd never realised before he came down here that they were so mesmerising. His skin was so pale but it suited him, the contrast of his white skin and his black clothes made the perfect combination. He didn't just smell of potions ingredients or parchment either. It was a sort of cinnamon and something else he couldn't make out. His hair wasn't as greasy as it looked although Harry thought it could still have been kept better.
The teeth that bit his earlobe came as such a shock that he let out a gasp. In the matter of time that he had considered the man, he had found himself pushed against the door, feeling nothing but hard wood behind him and a warm body against him. He saw lots of black and heard words whispered in his ear again when he felt strong hands rest on the muscles at the top of his arms, keeping him from going anywhere. Harry had lost all sense of anything but the man in front of him however so he didn't really mind.
'I believe that you're mine now.'
Harry made a barely audible sound that was neither confirmation or denial. In fact, he couldn't seem to be able to say anything. Too many nice things were going on now for him to make a proper reply.
He closed his eyes when he felt his teacher's mouth on his neck, biting fairly hard then licking the sensitive area, doing things to Harry that he never thought he could feel. He didn't want to stand there looking like a useless idiot so he wound one arm around the other man's shoulders, pulling him closer and wondering to himself what he was going to feel like when this was over. He bit his lip when a cold hand grabbed at his hip before it slid under his school shirt and onto his bare skin. Oh Merlin. If he was going to have hands roaming all over his body then he didn't see why he shouldn't do it to the other. The fact that it was Snape now kissing his neck, pressing themselves closer together, seemed to have been erased from his memory.
His body seemed to have forgotten too because suddenly he had what felt like the biggest erection of his life. He heard a faint laughing in his ear but everything was going fuzzy so he couldn't be sure if it had really happened. The cold hands left his skin and moved towards his button and zip of his trousers and before he could mutter any incoherency his trousers were around his ankles and a hand inside his pants, stroking him, soft, then hard, soft again, so much harder. He wondered if that was what it felt like to be fucked.
'Perhaps you don't really want to think about it,' Snape whispered viciously to him, 'I think you want it.'
Harry realised that the bastard had had the nerve to use Legillimency on him while stroking his cock. He decided that he really did hate the man after all and began to wonder if he was really attracted to him. Maybe it was just because he hadn't had the chance to be anywhere else but here and not the chance to have any pleasure time himself.
'Fuck you,' he ground out, trying his best not to let the man know he was really enjoying this attention.
'No, Mr. Potter, I think I'll fuck you.'
'I don't want it...'
'Yes, you do. If you didn't want it, why would you let me keep stroking your cock if you weren't entirely too turned on? You love that you have your teacher's hand on you.'
Harry felt Snape grab his pale wrist and when he put it onto the fabric of the black trousers, he realised that the other man was turned on too. Snape actually wanted to pleasure him?
'No Potter, I don't and I have no intention of doing so. You need to be taught a different lesson. Pull down your underwear; I want you to be thoroughly ashamed of yourself.'
Snape let go of Harry and was delighted that he was doing as he was told for once. He unzipped and unbuttoned his own trousers, pulling out his own cock, purple head glistening.
'On your knees, Potter.'
Harry looked at Snape with wide eyes. 'No. I've never…'
'I know. Consider it a lesson.'
Harry hesitantly dropped to his knees, a mixture of fear and excitement at what he was about to do. Actually, he wasn't quite sure what to do. He was familiar with what two guys did; all too familiar after walking in on two Ravenclaw prefects sucking each other off in turn in the prefect bathroom. To do it, though, was a lot more daunting than actually watching it.
'Take it Potter, as far as you can.'
He waited and when his student just sat there he became extremely irritated. Grabbing a handful of the messy hair, he guided himself towards the closed mouth.
'Open your mouth.'
The boy did as he was told. Slowly and with a deep sense of satisfaction, he pushed the head of his cock into Harry's mouth. Snape closed his eyes just for a second at the feeling of warmth. Then he started to push further and further into the innocent mouth, not bothering to stop when the boy started to choke a little. He would get what he wanted before taking the last bit of dignity the pathetic mess on his knees had. He fucked the boy's mouth for a while before he got the hang of doing it himself.
When he felt like he was near to his climax, he pulled away. He would take everything his student would want to have back later. Harry wasn't wearing his robe so getting to his arse was wonderfully easy.
'Turn around.'
'Why?' Harry asked immediately, really starting to panic. He wanted everything but at the same time, he didn't.
'Because I said so. Turn around.'
Harry did as he was told. He felt a black cloak surround him, giving him a sense of safety before the man took it away from him completely. He cried out as Snape slid inside him, fucking him as hard as he could. A hand came round to mercilessly bring him to the peak of his orgasm. When he was there, it was taken away again.
Snape fucked him harder and harder, slightly out of breath but not enough to give this moment up. Not for anything. Harder, faster, deeper. Potter's cries had turned to something else. Not a moan exactly but he was definitely enjoying it.
'Imagine what your friends would think of you if they could see you now,' he said to him. 'Can you imagine how much they would hate you?'
Harry hadn't thought about that but now that it had been mentioned, his friends did come to mind. In his head he could see Hermione needing to lean against a wall and Ron being sick right where he stood. Somehow, that made things all the more exciting.
Ruthlessly, Snape carried on until he could hold on no more. He let out deep breaths as he came inside the now tainted arse of Harry Potter.
'If your father could see you now,' he whispered. 'Oh how I would enjoy the look on his face.'
Snape's hand on Harry began ruthlessly stroking him, demanded an orgasm and determined not to stop until he had it. Hard as he tried, Harry couldn't hold back any longer and soon he was coming on the man's hand, unable to stop the moan escaping him, the one he knew would haunt him for the rest of his life.
When he finally stopped, Snape pulled out of him, tucked himself back into his trousers, cast a cleaning spell on his hand and walked to the front of the classroom. Harry quickly pulled his underwear and trousers up, the shame and regret filling him instantly. Tears of anger filled the back of his eyes but he wouldn't let them fall. When he felt like he was as decent as he could be he too walked to the front of the classroom to get his school bag. He was devastated.
Snape watched him as he kept his head down and packed up the things he'd taken out of his bag.
'Maybe that will teach you to be careful of what you wish for next time.'
Harry looked up at him with hatred in his eyes. He felt nothing for the bastard anymore, especially not attraction.
'Oh my, you are feeling sorry for yourself aren't you?'
'Shut up.' He was going to say fuck you but he was afraid of what would happen if he did. He didn't want to feel any more shame.
'Just when I thought I couldn't think any less of you Potter, you surprise me once more by taking your pathetic self to an entirely new level.'
'Shut up, shut the fuck up!' he yelled eventually. 'I don't care what you think of me, I don't give a shit about what you think.'
'Don't be ridiculous, of course you do. You want to prove yourself to everybody, show them you're a good, competent person. You will never get my approval. You're nothing more to me than a useless little whore.' He sat down at his desk. 'Now if you'll kindly get out of my classroom, I'll see you tomorrow morning in class.'
'That's it?' Harry didn't know what else there should be but everything seemed so sudden.
'Yes, Potter, that's it. I have no use for you anymore tonight. You will do well to remember that you are to have Occlumency lessons for the next week however, every night, no exceptions.'
Harry had turned pale. The thought of Occlumency lessons again, with Snape of all people, was crushing. His life was turning into a living hell.
'Oh, and Potter, clean up your little mess before you leave, I'm not having any questions asked about what it is that is making my classroom so unhygienic.'
Harry did as he was told as fast as he could, shame filling him once more. He rushed to Gryffindor tower to shower as thoroughly as he could.
He whispered a drying spell on his hair after he left the shower and quickly got into bed, dreading the next morning when all of his friends would ask him why he was limping so badly but more than that, he was afraid of the look on the man's face when he saw him again in class.
Author: unlikeothers
Beta: thilia
Pairing/s: Snape/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Dub-Con, manipulation
Word Count: 3,985
Summary: Harry has a month’s worth of detentions to do. Snape finds something out about Harry and his current thoughts and decides to teach him a lesson.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognizable characters and settings are the property of J.K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work.
Prompts: Hate, loss, possession, touch, cloak
Author's Notes: This is my first fest so it’s probably not very good but it’s a learning curve and we all have to start somewhere!
A Lesson Well Learned
If he had to stay in this dungeon one fucking minute longer he was going to go crazy. How many ingredients did the bastard need for one potion?! Two weeks solid now he’d been kept away from Ron and Hermione, allowed to see them only at dinner before he had to leave for his detention.
He and Ron were being forced to get up early to get in some Quidditch practice. This he didn't mention to Snape, preferring to see his reaction when he kicked Slytheri's arse from one end of the pitch to the other.
‘How long do I have to wait before you can finally follow simple instructions?’ Snape barked. Were he not still seething about what the little wretch had said to him, he would dismiss him from his evening detentions for good.
***
'Can't you do anything right for once, you idiot creature?' he had finally snapped when another cloud of blue smoke came from what should have been a clear potion.
'Apparently not!' the brat had shouted back. 'And don't call me an idiot creature!'
'Why, does it hurt to hear the truth?'
'NO! Because it's not true; but if it was the truth then I would be in the right fucking place because I would have learned from the fucking best at being a fucking IDIOT!'
***
He tightened his grip on the quill he was holding, threatening to snap it as he recalled the language that had spewed from Potter’s mouth.
Harry glared at his Professor who was shooting an equally venomous one back at him.
'I can follow simple instructions perfectly fine, Sir,' he emphasised with as much sarcasm as he thought he could get away with. 'It's just that you have so many ingredients in here that's it hard to find anything.'
'I didn't ask for your opinion, I asked you to get me the ingredients.' Snape stood up from his desk and stalked over to the store room. 'Get out of the way. If you can't do a job properly then don't bother trying to do it at all.'
'Does that mean I can go?' Harry asked with more sarcasm but he couldn't hold back the tiny shred of hope he was feeling. Of course, it was soon taken away.
'I don't think so. I’m sure there's something I can find for you to do.'
'Like what? I've already scrubbed the tables and cauldrons until they're sparkling clean. My hands have been rubbed raw from doing it.'
Harry looked down at his hands. It was true, for a week now they hadn't turned any other colour but pink. People had started to ask him if he'd spilt some sort of potion on himself in detention that had made his hands turn that colour.
'That is none of my concern. Perhaps if you learned to keep your mouth shut and your language to yourself then you wouldn't be here at all.' He looked down at his old enemy's son. The likeness was shocking. 'There is a stack of parchment on my desk that has potions instructions on. Try not to tax yourself too much when you start re-writing them all.'
'All of them?!'
'Yes, Potter, all of them. Make sure it's legible too and not like the rubbish you hand in as homework.'
'Yes Sir,' Harry ground out from between his teeth.
He'd spent so long down in the dungeons that his skin was beginning to look as pale as his teacher's. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been out in the sunshine; every time he and Ron went to play Quidditch it had always been dull or raining. It was almost May and he'd not once been able to sit outside. Every evening was spent down here and he couldn't even venture from the library or common room on a weekend except to eat because he was catching up on the homework he couldn't do on school nights. He'd even given up going to Hogsmeade, much to Ron and Hermione's dismay. They only saw him in the library or class now.
Harry thought it was kind of them to stay with him doing homework sometimes but he knew Ron didn't want to do that and to be quite frank they just pissed him off being there with him. He hated that.
But there was something he hated more than any of that. In his fifth year he'd felt so alone after Cedric Diggory had died. Everyone kept telling him that they understood how he felt but he knew that they didn't have the faintest idea. He had felt that same loneliness when he'd had his two best friends taken away from him by the condescending git who stood glaring at him now. For the past fortnight all he had known was the cold and darkness of the school dungeons. That, he could take though. The thing that was really frustrating him was that he was actually starting to feel like he was somewhere he belonged.
Harry crossed out a word that he hadn't spelt correctly.
'Start again.'
He looked at his teacher. 'You're kidding?'
'Since when have I ever used humour, Potter?'
'I've only got three lines to the end of this piece of parchment.'
'You shouldn't have made a mistake then, should you? You should know by now that you can't just hand any old dirt in to me. Now start again.'
Harry bit his lip to bite back a comment that would have no doubt led to an extra week of detention. He pushed the old parchment away from him and took a new piece and began again.
This was his second week of a month's worth of detentions and gradually he had been reluctantly realising that he had to admit he actually liked it down here. How that had happened, he couldn't say; this was everything he hated. The lesson, the room, the teacher.
He glanced up at the man dressed completely in black; he was grabbing glass jars and containers full of all the things Harry didn't want to think about. When he realised that Snape had no idea he was being studied so carefully, Harry continued to look. This was the thing he hated. The time he had been made to have down in the cold, dark dungeons had given him too much time to be around that man. So much time in fact that he had been horrified to realise that he could actually understand why his teacher spent so much time alone. Now all he could think about lately was him. The look that sent shivers through him was not the bad kind of shiver you would have thought; it was a good shiver and that, Harry thought, could only mean one thing. He was so screwed.
***
'Sometimes you actually manage to amaze me Potter,' Snape said, looking at the near on perfect handwriting. 'I can just about read the instructions here. Maybe there is some hope after all, although I won’t hold out on that.'
'Yes sir,' Harry replied, feeling more than a little bit happy. He'd done good and Snape couldn't deny it.
'You only have three to go now. Then I'll have to find you something else to do. I'm sure it won't be difficult.'
'You mean this isn't just a first batch? I've actually finished them all?'
'Nearly finished them all. You sound disappointed.'
'Sir?'
'What's the matter, Potter, don't tell me you like my company better than your friends'.'
Snape watched the boy move around uncomfortably. He'd rebelled against everyone last year, even his friends. Could it be that he was pushing them away again? If so, for what reason?
Harry shifted his weight from one foot to the other. 'Not really.'
'Not really? Tell me Potter, what makes you want to be down here at all if you aren't trying to get away from them?'
'It's not them,' Harry snapped. 'It's everyone else I'm trying to stay away from.'
'What's the matter, fame getting too much for you?'
'Yes, actually, it is,' he retorted, 'just not in the way you think. D'you think I like being down here all the time?'
'I think you've been down here too long. It seems my company is doing strange things to you.'
'You know what? This is all your fault.' Harry felt that angry feeling inside of him again and realised that it might earn him even more detention but he just couldn't cope anymore. He couldn't see his friends and was stuck with the one person he shouldn't be feeling anything towards. 'If you hadn't given me so much detention I'd probably be fine right now and not dealing with-' he stopped himself.
'Dealing with…what?' Snape asked.
'Things I shouldn't have to be,' Harry mumbled after a few seconds.
'Like?'
'Nothing, it doesn't matter.'
'Yes it does.'
'No, it doesn't. It's personal.'
'There is more than one way I can get it out of you and I'm certain you would not like it.'
Harry's eyes widened. 'You wouldn't,' and when he saw the other man smirk, 'you bloody well would! That's not fair.'
'If you had learnt Occlumency, then you wouldn't be so afraid.'
'You made it too hard.'
'You didn't try hard enough.'
'I did.'
'Try harder.'
'I don't have anyone to practice with!'
'Then I suppose we've found how to fill the rest of your detention time up. I want to know what you're hiding Potter. If you don't want me to know then obviously you're breaking the rules.'
'I'm not hiding anything!'
Suddenly, Harry felt a pushing inside his mind and knew exactly what the bastard was doing.
'I SAID NO!' he shouted and turned away.
Before he could move any further there was an ice cold grip on his arm pulling him back and a smoky voice breathing words into his ear.
'I don't care what you said, you little brat, I'll get what I want from you, no matter how I have to take it. Do you understand?'
Snape felt him pull viciously away but he wasn't going to let him go anywhere. He grabbed hold of his chin roughly and looked straight into his eyes. He commanded him to open them when he tried to escape the inevitable. What he saw wasn't the problem. It was what he felt; the emotions coming from the Gryffindor were overwhelming.
Harry was trying to pull back but he had never been good at Occlumency and he had no way of hiding anything from one of the best Occlumens and Legillimens in the world. How the bloody hell was he going to live this down?
Snape watched images of himself and Harry go by. The fights that they had had over the past few weeks, the way they had watched each other, sent each other to breaking point until finally, though he hadn't known it, Snape had won. The boy had once again let his emotions get in the way. He'd actually found a way to like his most hated teacher; what's more, he’d found a way to become increasingly attracted to him.
'My my,' he murmured eventually to Harry. 'You have got yourself into a mess, haven't you?'
'Stop it,' Harry begged. 'Let me go, I'm done here.'
'You're not even close, boy. I have plenty more favours that you can give me now.' Snape smirked. He would have been more shocked at the fact that this student of them all was attracted to him, were it not for the fact that he saw oh so many ways to manipulate him. 'I'll make you rue the day you were born after I'm finished with you.'
Harry started to panic. What the hell was he going to do to him? 'You can't make me stay here,' he said and made towards the door. The man was cruel enough to let him get so close he reached his hand out for the handle when he suddenly heard a click. Snape had locked the door. Turning round, Harry saw a look in the older man's eyes that he'd never seen before. He'd seen hatred, smugness, loathing, disdain, disgust, arrogance. But never had he seen the one that was in his eyes now. It was like he had seen his prey and was ready to devour it. Harry swallowed hard. Fuck he was in trouble.
'Now why,' Snape asked as he made his way to the door and the boy who, if he thought about it, wasn't much of a boy at all anymore, 'would you want to run away? Not when you're so close, Harry.'
With just one word he knew that the boy was going nowhere. His emotions would always make him weak. One word and all of his fight left him. Pathetic; but he would be very good for amusement.
'I'm not scared of you,' Harry said in a low voice when his teacher was stood in front of him.
'I know, that's what makes you so stupid.'
'I'm not stupid for standing my ground.'
'You are if you're trying to stand it against me, especially knowing what I know now. I can do whatever I want with you.'
Harry looked into Snape's black eyes. He'd never realised before he came down here that they were so mesmerising. His skin was so pale but it suited him, the contrast of his white skin and his black clothes made the perfect combination. He didn't just smell of potions ingredients or parchment either. It was a sort of cinnamon and something else he couldn't make out. His hair wasn't as greasy as it looked although Harry thought it could still have been kept better.
The teeth that bit his earlobe came as such a shock that he let out a gasp. In the matter of time that he had considered the man, he had found himself pushed against the door, feeling nothing but hard wood behind him and a warm body against him. He saw lots of black and heard words whispered in his ear again when he felt strong hands rest on the muscles at the top of his arms, keeping him from going anywhere. Harry had lost all sense of anything but the man in front of him however so he didn't really mind.
'I believe that you're mine now.'
Harry made a barely audible sound that was neither confirmation or denial. In fact, he couldn't seem to be able to say anything. Too many nice things were going on now for him to make a proper reply.
He closed his eyes when he felt his teacher's mouth on his neck, biting fairly hard then licking the sensitive area, doing things to Harry that he never thought he could feel. He didn't want to stand there looking like a useless idiot so he wound one arm around the other man's shoulders, pulling him closer and wondering to himself what he was going to feel like when this was over. He bit his lip when a cold hand grabbed at his hip before it slid under his school shirt and onto his bare skin. Oh Merlin. If he was going to have hands roaming all over his body then he didn't see why he shouldn't do it to the other. The fact that it was Snape now kissing his neck, pressing themselves closer together, seemed to have been erased from his memory.
His body seemed to have forgotten too because suddenly he had what felt like the biggest erection of his life. He heard a faint laughing in his ear but everything was going fuzzy so he couldn't be sure if it had really happened. The cold hands left his skin and moved towards his button and zip of his trousers and before he could mutter any incoherency his trousers were around his ankles and a hand inside his pants, stroking him, soft, then hard, soft again, so much harder. He wondered if that was what it felt like to be fucked.
'Perhaps you don't really want to think about it,' Snape whispered viciously to him, 'I think you want it.'
Harry realised that the bastard had had the nerve to use Legillimency on him while stroking his cock. He decided that he really did hate the man after all and began to wonder if he was really attracted to him. Maybe it was just because he hadn't had the chance to be anywhere else but here and not the chance to have any pleasure time himself.
'Fuck you,' he ground out, trying his best not to let the man know he was really enjoying this attention.
'No, Mr. Potter, I think I'll fuck you.'
'I don't want it...'
'Yes, you do. If you didn't want it, why would you let me keep stroking your cock if you weren't entirely too turned on? You love that you have your teacher's hand on you.'
Harry felt Snape grab his pale wrist and when he put it onto the fabric of the black trousers, he realised that the other man was turned on too. Snape actually wanted to pleasure him?
'No Potter, I don't and I have no intention of doing so. You need to be taught a different lesson. Pull down your underwear; I want you to be thoroughly ashamed of yourself.'
Snape let go of Harry and was delighted that he was doing as he was told for once. He unzipped and unbuttoned his own trousers, pulling out his own cock, purple head glistening.
'On your knees, Potter.'
Harry looked at Snape with wide eyes. 'No. I've never…'
'I know. Consider it a lesson.'
Harry hesitantly dropped to his knees, a mixture of fear and excitement at what he was about to do. Actually, he wasn't quite sure what to do. He was familiar with what two guys did; all too familiar after walking in on two Ravenclaw prefects sucking each other off in turn in the prefect bathroom. To do it, though, was a lot more daunting than actually watching it.
'Take it Potter, as far as you can.'
He waited and when his student just sat there he became extremely irritated. Grabbing a handful of the messy hair, he guided himself towards the closed mouth.
'Open your mouth.'
The boy did as he was told. Slowly and with a deep sense of satisfaction, he pushed the head of his cock into Harry's mouth. Snape closed his eyes just for a second at the feeling of warmth. Then he started to push further and further into the innocent mouth, not bothering to stop when the boy started to choke a little. He would get what he wanted before taking the last bit of dignity the pathetic mess on his knees had. He fucked the boy's mouth for a while before he got the hang of doing it himself.
When he felt like he was near to his climax, he pulled away. He would take everything his student would want to have back later. Harry wasn't wearing his robe so getting to his arse was wonderfully easy.
'Turn around.'
'Why?' Harry asked immediately, really starting to panic. He wanted everything but at the same time, he didn't.
'Because I said so. Turn around.'
Harry did as he was told. He felt a black cloak surround him, giving him a sense of safety before the man took it away from him completely. He cried out as Snape slid inside him, fucking him as hard as he could. A hand came round to mercilessly bring him to the peak of his orgasm. When he was there, it was taken away again.
Snape fucked him harder and harder, slightly out of breath but not enough to give this moment up. Not for anything. Harder, faster, deeper. Potter's cries had turned to something else. Not a moan exactly but he was definitely enjoying it.
'Imagine what your friends would think of you if they could see you now,' he said to him. 'Can you imagine how much they would hate you?'
Harry hadn't thought about that but now that it had been mentioned, his friends did come to mind. In his head he could see Hermione needing to lean against a wall and Ron being sick right where he stood. Somehow, that made things all the more exciting.
Ruthlessly, Snape carried on until he could hold on no more. He let out deep breaths as he came inside the now tainted arse of Harry Potter.
'If your father could see you now,' he whispered. 'Oh how I would enjoy the look on his face.'
Snape's hand on Harry began ruthlessly stroking him, demanded an orgasm and determined not to stop until he had it. Hard as he tried, Harry couldn't hold back any longer and soon he was coming on the man's hand, unable to stop the moan escaping him, the one he knew would haunt him for the rest of his life.
When he finally stopped, Snape pulled out of him, tucked himself back into his trousers, cast a cleaning spell on his hand and walked to the front of the classroom. Harry quickly pulled his underwear and trousers up, the shame and regret filling him instantly. Tears of anger filled the back of his eyes but he wouldn't let them fall. When he felt like he was as decent as he could be he too walked to the front of the classroom to get his school bag. He was devastated.
Snape watched him as he kept his head down and packed up the things he'd taken out of his bag.
'Maybe that will teach you to be careful of what you wish for next time.'
Harry looked up at him with hatred in his eyes. He felt nothing for the bastard anymore, especially not attraction.
'Oh my, you are feeling sorry for yourself aren't you?'
'Shut up.' He was going to say fuck you but he was afraid of what would happen if he did. He didn't want to feel any more shame.
'Just when I thought I couldn't think any less of you Potter, you surprise me once more by taking your pathetic self to an entirely new level.'
'Shut up, shut the fuck up!' he yelled eventually. 'I don't care what you think of me, I don't give a shit about what you think.'
'Don't be ridiculous, of course you do. You want to prove yourself to everybody, show them you're a good, competent person. You will never get my approval. You're nothing more to me than a useless little whore.' He sat down at his desk. 'Now if you'll kindly get out of my classroom, I'll see you tomorrow morning in class.'
'That's it?' Harry didn't know what else there should be but everything seemed so sudden.
'Yes, Potter, that's it. I have no use for you anymore tonight. You will do well to remember that you are to have Occlumency lessons for the next week however, every night, no exceptions.'
Harry had turned pale. The thought of Occlumency lessons again, with Snape of all people, was crushing. His life was turning into a living hell.
'Oh, and Potter, clean up your little mess before you leave, I'm not having any questions asked about what it is that is making my classroom so unhygienic.'
Harry did as he was told as fast as he could, shame filling him once more. He rushed to Gryffindor tower to shower as thoroughly as he could.
He whispered a drying spell on his hair after he left the shower and quickly got into bed, dreading the next morning when all of his friends would ask him why he was limping so badly but more than that, he was afraid of the look on the man's face when he saw him again in class.