The Detention Club

The Detention Club:
Summary: What realy happens in detention?
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters (but a few of my own made up) or the setting (Hogwarts) and few other things in this story.
Chapter 1:
September 1, 1995 was the first day back at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students filed in to the Great Hall to watch the Sorting and enjoy a feast. Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the hero, the Chosen One, the Golden Boy, James Potter\'s son, was not very hungry that night nor did he feel remotly social. Instead, Harry walked about on his own. It was another year in only another place. Hogwarts was begining to feel less and less like home. It was becomming unbearable to be near Muggles, not his kind. Then again, there was the Wizarding World. Cedric diggory was dead and Lord Voldemort had risen again. Just great.
Harry wondered up and down the corridors, unaware of his destination. His feet carried him all over the castle amd he realy wasn\'t quite aware of it until he ran into Argus Filch and mrs. Norris. He had been lost in thought...
\"Potter! What are you doing out here?\" Filch demanded. \"Off! Go on! Go to the ruddy feast and stay there, troublemaker.\"
Harry turned around and walked off, but not towards the Great Hall. He had a better idea. One he had been cooking up all summer, but had forgotten about over the past week. It was orignially Ron\'s idea for getting back at Snape for being such a prick to them. Harry took it seriously and all three of them spent the summer looking up potions. One caught Hermione\'s eye. Spraughk Veltoi, a potion created by salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor, when they had been friends, that gave the drinker immense pain and felt as though it were a poison. It could last several hours to several days, but did not have the same effect as a poison. The drinker lived and yet the pain they had to live with its memory forever.
So Harry set off for Snape\'s private chambers. A good, secret, Slytherin friend, Sari Black, told him where it was and the password. Harry knew even Snape was not dumb enough to put such precious and rare ingredients needed for Spraughk Veltoi even in his private stores. No. The most important ingredients had to be hidden where no one would find them.
Severus Snape\'s private chambers were in the deepest part of the cold and damp dungeons. At the very end. A large, ebony door with designs of snakes everywhere. It had no doorknobs, handles, or a portrait to give the password to.
\"Dominatio Per Mallum, \" Harry said to the door uncertainly. Nothing. Snape must have changes the password and Harry doubted Sari had done enough spying to tell him what the new password was. So Harry just looked at the carved snakes with their emerald eyes. \"Open the door.\" Harry hissed in Parseltongue. The snakes must have heard because the door cracked open and dim light and smoke came out from the crack. Harry pushed open the door thinking of one of those houses Dudley had visited on Halloween so many times.
Harry stepped in to the latge livingroom. It felt quite empty. There was a fireplace across from the door. Bright orange flames filled it and yet the room was so very cold. There was one dirty, brownish-green rug, a black couch, a green recliner and that was it with the exception of the chandelier overhead. No pictures, no journousls, nothing personal at all. Only space. Alot of cold space.
Harry heard what could only be the creaking of the door and the sound of it being quietly shut.
\"Mr. Potter.\"
Harry spun around. There stood Snape leaning against the door. He was running late for the feast. He stood in his black robes, ready to go. His greasey black hair seemed unusualy clean and frizzy tonight. His sallow face felt no expression yet his black eyes were full of emotion. Hate. A hate for Harry. He hated Harry with a passion and his eyes were tonight filled with hunger. Instinctively, Harry backed away.
\"What are you doing here, Potter, breaking into my rooms? What would the headmaster think? Why are you here?\" Snape demanded.
\"Uh...I....\" Harry said. His lips and voice were unable to form the words.
\"Fifty points from Gryffindor for not answering my question, \" Snape said. \"And another sixty and a detention for breaking into my private quarters. Get out and meet me down here tomorrow at eight o\'clock. Do not be late and if you are caught you are on your own. Might as well do something useful if you are to be sneaking around at night.\"
Snape stepped away from the door. It opened. Harry quickly walked out before Snape could think of anything else to do to him.
The next day went by smoothly. Ron and Hermione did not argue once. Classes were fairly easy and they did not have Defense Against the Dark arts with Dolores Umbridge until Friday. All was well until eight o\'clock when Harry was running late. Without explaining to his friends, Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak and headed out.
Harry easily found Snape\'s private quarters again without running into anyone. He looked at the snakes, who seemed to have changed their pattern, and whispered, \"Open the door.\"
The door creaked open again and Harry stepped inside. The livingroom was the same as ever except there was no cold fire in the fireplace. Only darkness. A sound of distant footsteps told Harry Snape had arrived.
\"Come on, Potter, \" Snape snapped. Harry turned to see his teacher standing in another hallway. \"I\'ll show you to my very private office.\"
Snape led Harry down the hallway only a little ways before turning to a door on the left and walked in. Harry followed. There was a lamp, desk, closet, trunk, and shelves upon shelves with rows upon rows of potions. That was it.
\"Take off your trousers and boxers and lay on the desk, \" snape instructed as he dug through the trunk, probably searching for a paddle. A spanking? What was his, three? Still, Harry followed instructions and pulled down his trousers and red boxers and lay on his stomach on the cold, mahogony desk. It was a bit embarrassing and he knew it should be over soon.
He could feel Snape approach nd waited for the feeling of the paddle on his bare arse. It never came. Harry realised a little too late what Snape\'s intentions had been. Snape grabbed his hips to keep him steady. A little to quickly and a little too hard, Snape slammed his long, rock hard cock into Harry\'s tight, unprepared opening. Harry screamed out in shock and in pain. His insides were tearing apart. God this must be hell.
\"You know why I chose to do this down here?\" Snape demanded. \"Because no one can hear you scream.\"
He pulled out almost all the way before ramming himself back in forcing another scream from Harry\'s lips.
\"You are more vocal tonight than yesterday, \" snape commented and thrust back in.
\"Pr-pro-professor!\" Harry said, now close to tears.
\"Please, call me Severus, \" Snape said. \"For tonight.\"
Damn, Harry hated what happened next. Through all the pain Harry was becomming unusually aroused. God, being raped sure had an outstanding effect on the hero of the Wizarding World. Everytime Sna-Severus forced his way into Harry\'s tight ass, his erection was pressed against the side of the desk causing more pleasure to course its way through Harry Potter\'s body.
Severus, of course, realised this. \"Stupid slut! Filthy whore! You are liking this aren\'t you?\"
\"Yeah, \" Harry gasped. \'Oh hell yeah!\"
\"Brat, \" Severus mumbled, smirking to himself. His goal was to make Harry suffer, but knowing he was causing the Boy-Who-Lived to become aroused was much more satisfactory. If only James Potter could see his son now.
Severus\' movements became faster and harder while Harry got harder and harder. Harry gripped the sides of the desk and Severus grasped Harry\'s hips. Harry came all over the desk and his body went limp. Severtus came moments later deep inside Harry\'s ass. he then collapsed on top of his student. They listened to their harsh breaths and abnormally quick heartbeats.
Then the potion\'s master removed himself from his student. Both pulled up their bottoms. Severus went to bed and Harry went back to Gryffindor Tower, neither saying a word to the other.
-Kirra
This sex-filled story will be written by my twin brother Kade and myself. Expect alot of strange pairings and alot of other very sexual stuff. if there are any pairings you would like to see, let me know. Also try to tell me what is obvious about Harry\'s Slytherin friend, Sari.