People are Strange

Hello. I wasn't going to post this but I thought what the hell. Enjoy. Please don't hate.


Professor Severus Snape was not amused. Not one bit. He stared down at the bright pink bottle of shampoo sitting upon his desk with distain. He looked up at the class and directed his gaze at Harry Potter. The boy was of course the prime suspect. Snape strode over to Potter, pink bottle clutched in his hand like a weapon. “Potter, he said in his most dangerous voice “Are you responsible for this?”

“No, Sir,” said the boy obviously lying. Everything about the boy was obvious. Harry didn’t know however that Snape knew some very intimate details about him. It wasn’t obvious to the general public of Hogwarts but Snape knew that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were fucking. Severus’s lips curled in his most sinister sneer when he thought of the sadistic pleasure he got out of coming across Draco fucking Potter hard and rough up against the cold stone of a corridor in the dungeons suspiciously close to Snape’s *hidden* apartments. Draco called Harry degrading names while they fucked and Potter reveled in it. He was quite the compliant little whore, moaning and writhing at Draco’s every little touch.

Potter was pretty. Of that there was no question. The years of Quidditch and hearty Hogwarts meals had done him good. He was no longer the malnourished boy with the terrible mess of hair. He was tall with slightly bronzed skin and longish black hair. He had delicate, feminine hands. The bell suddenly rang signaling the end of class. The students began to get their stuff together and Snape said, “Did I say you could leave?!” The classroom was deadly silent and Snape sneered, “All of you can go...except Potter.” Potter groaned. It was not so much unlike his moans. With much mumbling and grumbling from Weasley and insistence from Granger the Golden Boy’s best friends were off to lunch leaving Potter alone with the Potion’s Master.

Snape wordlessly cast a silencing charm on the classroom and locked the door. Potter sat at his desk apprehensively. Snape reflected on how gorgeous Potter looked sitting there, brow furrowed. Severus beckoned to Harry, “Come. Here. Potter. Now.” The boy boldly walked up to Snape’s desk and said innocently, “Yes sir?”

“I know about the relationship between you and Draco, if you could even call it that. I saw the little incident in the corridor.”

Potter’s mouth hit the floor and once he had digested this information he turned a bight shade of red. The boy bolted for the door once he gained his bearings. When he found that he was locked in his turned around and came face to face with Mr. Severus Snape.

“Why is the door locked? Just give me the goddamn detention and let me leave.” The boy said, irritated and a bit scared. What the hell was Snape playing at?

Snape laughed lightly and leaned in close to Harry and whispered in his ear “This Potter is your detention.” With that Severus blew a hot stream of breath onto Harry’s neck causing the boy to gasp in shock.

Harry felt trapped, his feet seemed cemented to the ground.
“You like being Draco’s whore, don’t you Potter? Imagine my surprise when I saw him debauching your body. I wonder what your friends would say if they knew that you let Draco Malfoy fuck you in the ass.” Harry flinched. That bastard was threatening to out his secret. It would ruin him.

Snape gauged Harry’s reaction and enjoyed the look of fear in his green eyes. Oh, blackmail, sweet blackmail. First reaction as usual from Potter was anger “You fucking bastard! Why are you doing this?” Harry’s eyes narrowed “You want something.”

“Yes. I want something.” Snape said deviously. Harry didn’t like the sound of his voice. The look in Snape’s eyes was almost predatory. Oh shit.

Harry shivered “What?”

Snape said simply “You.”

“I don’t understand...” Said Harry stupidly, hoping he had not heard what he thought he heard.

“Yes, you do. You know perfectly well. I want to fuck you.” Snape’s elegance and sternness had always attracted his attention but he had never thought of his uptight professor as a sexual being...until now.

“Snape, no...You’re a teacher and I’m a student. This is blackmail! This is rape! Please, no. Don’t tell. Let me go.”

“I would never rape, that is distasteful. I want to take you with your undying consent.”

“You’ll never get it, so let me go!” Harry shouted.

Severus pressed his body flush against Harry’s and ground his hips viciously. Harry could not resist letting out a moan.

Suddenly, the door banged open and immediately Snape panicked. He moved away from Harry as if he had been scalded.

A girl strode into the classroom as if she owned the place. Her eyes glinted strangely as she took in the situation. To Harry this girl was unfamiliar. She was a Hufflepuff, the crest on her robes betraying that little tidbit of information. Snape seemed to gain composure upon seeing her. Actually, Harry could see the hint of a smile on Snape’s face. The plot thickens...

Snape spoke, “Miss. Harper. This is not the time.” He punctuated the word ‘time.’

Harry was bewildered. Why Snape hadn’t blown up on this girl who so blatantly intruded upon his privacy was a mystery. Harry knew that if he had done such a thing he would be cursed into next week. The girl seemed contemplative for a moment. Harry stared at her. She had long hair that fell down her back. Long bangs fell into her emotional brownish green eyes. She was not thin, but not fat either. She looked...regal standing in the Professor Snape’s classroom like she was a queen.

“This is the usual time Professor.” She said indignantly. Snape looked anguished. Harry longed for a Muggle video camera to capture this moment.

Snape didn’t say anything but Harry had the strange feeling that they were communicating silently. It angered Harry that he didn’t know what was being exchanged. After a few moments with much to do Miss. Harper turned on her heel and walked out the door.

Snape went to his desk and sat down heavily. He looked like he needed a stiff drink. It seemed Severus had forgotten all about Harry. With that Harry walked out of the classroom.

Walking through the dungeons Harry couldn’t help but feel...interested.