The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 11

“And you’re sure that Sirius doesn’t know about this?” Harry stood in the hallway of number 12 Grimmauld Place, adjusting his hair in the mirror.

“Positive Potter, do you think I’d still be breathing if your godfather had ever found out about my indiscretion? Weasley junior was simply lying through his teeth to give his story some credibility.” Snape stepped out of the lounge room casually brushing a stray bit of fluff from his cloak. The place was quiet except for the over loud grandfather clock. Tonight was the full moon and so Sirius was out running with Lupin, and would not be back till the early hours of the morning. Thankfully however it provided the perfect opportunity for Snape and Harry to use Grimmauld place as their starting point for their night out.

“Well it was true though wasn’t it?” Harry grumbled as he pulled the cloak of his hood up and tucked his hands into his jeans pockets beneath the robe.

“Yes, but he didn’t know it was true and thankfully has no recollection of the event what so ever.” The grandfather clock struck 11pm and made Harry jumped a little. Severus scoffed amused at the boy’s jumpiness as he moved for the front door and lowered the wards. “Afraid Potter?” Severus threw over his shoulder as he stepped out onto the London street. Harry rolled his eyes and followed Snape outside.

“You wish.” Falling into step beside Snape, Harry took very little notice of the route they took. It was slightly different than the one before and took a short cut through a park. Harry wondered if Snape had known he’d been followed all along that night. “I feel kind of bad going behind Dumbledore’s back.” Harry whispered as the stepped out onto the busy café and club lane. Friday nights were obviously a popular day for muggles to go out with friends.

“Don’t be, he doesn’t hesitate to go behind yours.” Snape muttered as he took the sharp right into the alleyway, scattering two fighting cats that knocked over a dustbin as they fled. Harry looked up at Snape sharply waiting for an explanation but Snape never offered one. Stepping up to the unassuming doorway Snape knocked the required two times on the door before stepping back beside Harry to wait. Harry had been rather looking forward to tonight all week, even if he had been nervous about the idea of going on an actual ‘date’ with Snape. Friday night didn’t just represent Harry’s first official date, it also represented the first time he’d actually been let out on his own. Admittedly no one knew about it, and he wasn’t exactly alone but it was the idea of it that was a thrill.

Like the night he’d followed the professor, the same tall woman answered the door and Harry dutifully kept his eyes to himself as Snape stepped inside dragging Harry in behind him. As they took of their cloaks and headed towards the club at the end of the hall Harry paused to glance back at the woman who’d let them in.

“She’s a man isn’t she?” Harry commented casually as he followed Snape down the steps into the thrum of the club.

“Yes, but don’t say it too loud you’re liable to end up with a nasty curse wrapped around your cock.” With a wicked smile Severus weaved his way through the other patrons and found two seats next to each other at the bar. “What do you want to drink?” Snape inquired as one of the bar staff pounced on them, touting for business.

“I can drink?” Harry was a little stunned as he watched Snape roll his eyes, before the man gestured around at the club with an open palm.

“Take a look around you Potter, there are boys here younger than you and they’re all sipping from something. This place goes under the radar of the Ministry Potter, so I suggest you make the most of this opportunity.” Harry knew what Snape was getting at and it was hardly surprising. A place like this would be breaking at least an entire section of the Ministry laws about underage wizards and many more Harry wasn’t probably aware of.

“Alright.” Harry turned back to the bar and glanced up and down it trying to think of what he’d like. A man at the far end of the bar was sipping on a tall green cocktail of some sort and Harry smiled as he pointed to it. “I’ll have one of those.” Harry watched as Snape nodded to the man behind the bar before ordering his usual. It occurred to Harry that Snape must have been a frequent customer for a very long time to have a known usual. “Exactly how long have you been coming here?” Harry watched in interest as the man behind the bar began mixing Harry’s drink in a small cauldron. Harry had no idea what was going into the mixture but by the time a magical cloud of purple steam rose up from the cauldron Harry was eager to try whatever it was.

“Start of your third year after the incident in the chamber of secrets the year before.” Harry had suspected as much and quietly thanked the bar tender as he poured the fluorescent green cocktail into Harry’s tall glass. “I suggest you take it easy with that, I didn’t agree to bring you out to spend the night holding your hair back while you vomit.” Harry chuckled as he stole a straw from the bar and took his first sip of the drink. The minty kind of sweet taste was strong and made Harry’s eyes water as it slid down his throat. It was like fireworks had exploded on his tongue and Harry was sure his eyes had gone a funny colour as the liquid continue to sparkle all the way down his throat.

“Wow.” Harry breathed out as he turned around on his stool, his drink clutched in both hands as he surveyed the dance floor. Severus was still staring at Harry in amusement, the young man’s boyish charm shining through as he waved his legs around to the beat of the music and sipped on his drink like it was pumpkin juice.

“BYO tonight is it?” Snape snapped out of his stare as a familiar figure saddled up to him, a cigarette hanging from one hand the other carrying a glass of cider. Snape sighed as he watched the figure reach around him to place a hand on Harry’s knee. “You’ve done well hun’ a prick as long as a basilisk and a temper to match.” Harry choked a little on his drink at the man’s comments as he took his hand off his knee and turned back to Snape who was glaring at him darkly. “Does this mean you don’t want to see what I found for you tonight?” Harry knew the man’s voice, and instantly placed the wizard as the one Snape had paid outside in the alleyway last time.

“Show me.” Snape growled and Harry watched as the stranger pointed across the dance floor to a small platform where some of the young men were dancing on top of it. Harry immediately knew who the man was pointing at. Brown hair, medium build, bronzed chest and short. Essentially the spitting image of Harry. Harry sighed as he glanced back at Snape watching as the man’s onyx gaze perused the goods he’d paid for, for the evening.

“Well? Shall I keep him for a rainy day or do you want to have them both?” Harry watched as Snape glanced at Harry, an unreadable expression on his face as he thought about the offer. Harry wasn’t happy, and made sure Severus understood that by the expression on his face.

“Send him over.” Snape ignored Harry’s displeasure and Harry watched as the stranger smiled wickedly and disappeared off into the crowd to inform Severus intended conquest. Harry didn’t know where his jealousy had come from or even why he felt like he did. There had been no arrangement, no agreement of any kind between he and Snape, in fact in the whole scheme of things Harry still wasn’t sure he was even gay. Yet as he watched the young look-a-like saunter across the dance floor towards them he felt suddenly very much irritated.

“You’ve got the real thing right here, why the fuck do you want him?” Harry didn’t even bother looking at Snape as he glared darkly at the approaching company over the rim of his cocktail.

“I warned you that I had already made plans tonight Potter but you were the one who insisted you come. You know the reason I do this, and if that isn’t enough consider the fact that I will have real memories of this night with you to cover up rather than just my fantasies now.” Harry scoffed at Snape’s reasoning as he finished his cocktail hardly realizing he’d drunk the entire thing. Admittedly Snape was right as usual and Harry really should have thought this night through better but something about having Snape all to himself had just been too appealing not to pass up. Harry put his empty glass onto the bar top as the relatively muscular boy pushed his way in between Harry and Snape at the bar, his back to Harry and his hand coming to rest on Snape’s shoulder. Harry screwed his nose up in disgust of the young look alike. He practically had nothing on save a small pair of tiny boy legged shorts and like most of the half naked boys hanging around his body was covered in the bronzed glitter that made him shimmer like gold. Harry gagged as he watched the young boy lean into Snape and introduce himself before striking up a conversation. It was a sickening display of sexual flirtation and Snape was playing right into the boy’s hands. Harry had had enough and stood up from the stool, drawing Snape’s attention to him with a questioning glance.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Harry grumbled as he stepped down from the stool. Before he could go anywhere however Harry caught sight of his double’s front and all but snorted in laughter at the large bulge sticking out from the front of his tiny shorts, hardly restrained by the tight material. “And if that’s real, I’d be getting myself some snake repellent.” With another snort of laughter Harry disappeared off into the dance floor leaving Snape staring after him.

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Tentatively Harry ascended the stairs at the back of the club, constantly glancing around to make sure no one was paying him much attention. Having arrived back from the toilet to find both Severus and his company for the evening gone Harry instantly knew where they’d disappeared. Harry knew he’d made a mistake by leaving Snape in first place but hadn’t been quite sure how much of a mistake until he’d had his arse slapped by no less than five random strangers. The bathroom was horrible and Harry had hastily decided against using the men’s knowing there was more leering males watching his every move. Taking a corridor and a door to the right Harry found himself in the back of the bar with staff running backwards and forwards with bottles and glasses and trays. Dodging a few of them Harry scurried back the way he came determinedly slapping away the hands that threatened to grope him on the dance floor. Harry had hoped to find a little respite in getting to Snape again but with the man gone Harry was a sitting duck. As much as Harry didn’t want to do it, he knew he had to go and find his professor less he get accosted by any number of the older wizards staring at him.

Harry followed the stairs to the top and having pushed his way through the door at the top froze in his shoes as he stared up into the face of a large, muscular wizard wearing a long deep burgundy robe and with blonde hair down to his shoulders. Harry momentarily spared a thought that perhaps the wizard was related to the Malfoy’s but he wasn’t going to ask.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The wizards voice was deep a melodious and Harry involuntarily shivered as he remembered another wizards voice that sounded very much like it. Thinking on his feet Harry hurriedly rushed out the first thing that sprang to his mind.

“I’m late sorry, I was supposed to be the third in a threesome but I had to go to the bathroom before hand, you know what it’s like.” Harry winked at the wizard hoping that he didn’t sound as guilty as he felt. Harry didn’t actually know what a threesome was having only ever heard Seamus talking about them as something he’d like to see between three female Quidditch players. Harry assumed it was something sexual and so clutched at the idea hoping he didn’t sound as naive as he actually was. For a moment it seemed like the wizard hadn’t brought it but Harry refrained for saying anything more, knowing that like most of his lies he tended to ruin them if he continued.

“Sure, go ahead.” Harry’s eyes were wide as saucers behind his glasses as he nodded and stepped past the bulky wizard. With a relived sigh Harry began to slowly walk down the corridor. The place was dark, only the dim torches lighting the path. The first doorway Harry came to he made the fatal mistake of looking inside. The sight would undoubtedly scar him for life. A naked boy perhaps a little older than Harry was tied to a bed by magical ties. The boy was groaning and straining against the ties as the elder wizard lying by his side thrust a long thick object up his backside. Harry was horrified, having never seen anything in any of the porn magazines Ron had shared with him. Shaking his head Harry continued down the hall shuddering all over as headed for the next open doorway. This time though he wouldn’t make the mistake of looking inside and instead would just whisper for Snape and hope he received an answer.

“Professor?” Harry closed his eyes as he reached the next doorway before whispering for Snape. There was no reply so Harry continued down the hall. Two more doors and nothing. Harry was beginning to wonder if Snape hadn’t left him. When he came to the next door he was to stressed about the prospect of being abandoned that he forgot to cover his eyes.

The room was different from the first with no bed, or furniture save for a desk and chair in its center much like the professors at school had. At first Harry didn’t see anyone inside but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness his gaze focused on a figure standing behind the desk. Harry’s mouth fell open like a fish as he watched Snape thrust back and forth rhythmically into the boy lying flat on his back on the desk. While Harry couldn’t see the intricacies he knew essentially what was happening. The boy who looked like Harry was lying across the desk naked, his back arching up from the smooth surface of the desk top with every inward thrust Severus made. Snape was bent over the young man; his muscular arms either side of the boy’s body supporting his weight. The boy’s hands clutched at Snape’s upper arms his nails drawing blood from the professors pale skin. Snape’s head was bent forward his hair falling in a curtain around his face as he concentrated on his task unaware of his audience. There wasn’t a sound in the room save for the boys occasional whimper and Snape’s deep breathing. Harry distantly remembered Snape’s voice telling him that he liked them untouched and Harry’s mind couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what his own first would be like. The idea once planted grew like wildfire, image after image flashing in his mind until it was actually him, lying beneath Snape the wizards powerful figure bent over him. A shuddery breath left Harry’s mouth unchecked as the boy shifted awkwardly at the growing erection in his pants.

At the sound Snape’s head snapped up and Harry’s breath caught in his throat as those dark, brooding eyes of his professor pinned him to the wall. Harry couldn’t look away, his feet frozen to the floor and his knees shaking like jelly. The boy beneath Snape arched up abruptly, a choked cry issuing from his lips. Harry distantly saw the pearly spray that shot from the boy’s prick all over his own stomach but that wasn’t what caught his attention. In the dim flickering light the tears on the boy’s cheeks glistened as they rolled down his face to splash onto the desk by Snape’s potion stained hands. Snape’s gaze hadn’t left Harry’s the entire time as he continued to thrust into the boy’s now pliable body beneath his. Harry wondered if the wizard even acknowledged his partners climax as his thrusts increased. Snape’s fingers balled up tightly on the desk and Harry watched awe struck as Snape’s entire body stiffened rigid, the man’s mouth falling open in a silent exclamation of pleasure. Harry wondered what it would feel like to have the wizard empty himself inside of him, to feel the professor’s member actually shoved into his backside. Harry shuddered as he watched Snape relax the professor slumping backwards into the chair behind the desk. Snape’s eyes slid closed as he sat in the chair, his chest heaving and the glistening beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. The boy on the desk whimpered and jumped a little as Snape pulled out of him the boy’s legs trembling a little as they slid back down to dangle over the edge of the desk.

Harry didn’t know what to do and so continued to stand staring in at his professor and the boy who was still lying on the desk panting like he’d just been for a run around London. After a while Harry watched as the boy sat up in front of Snape who still had his eyes closed. Deep down inside Harry felt a twitch of jealousy as he watched the boy slide off the desk and move around from behind it. As the boy pulled on his pants Harry caught sight of the thin trail of glistening fluid that ran down the back of the boy’s thigh, a slight crimson tinge to it. In silence Harry’s look a like wandered past him and out of the room, not even sparing Harry a glance as he left. Harry watched him leave before quietly turning back to Snape who was now staring at him from across the room.

“Well that was a complete waste of money.” Snape’s voice was still a little husky and raw but Harry could clearly identify the tone as the one his professor used to lecture him with in class. Harry purposefully looked away from Snape as the man rose from the chair, carefully tucking himself away and righting his clothes. “Although perhaps not a waste for you.” Snape muttered his eyes dropping to the front of Harry’s pants where a sticky wet patch had formed on the boy’s jeans. Harry was horrified that he’d come without even realizing and with his cheeks blazing turned around to face the wall his hands cupped over his crotch. Severus rolled his eyes and grabbed his cloak from the hook beside the door, tossing it carefully over Harry’s shoulders. Instantly the boy wrapped the cloak around him, using its extra fabric to hide the cause of his humiliation. Harry didn’t dare meet Snape’s gaze as the man guided him out of the room and slowly back down the corridor heading back towards the main club. Harry felt almost safe with Snape’s hand resting in the small of his back as they weaved their way back through the club and out into the alley. Harry shivered in the cold breeze as Snape stopped beside the man leaning against the wall again. Staying close to Snape’s side Harry watched as Snape threw the bag of coins from the inside of his robe to the man.

“Good wasn’t he, I knew I’d chosen well? Same again next week?” The man inspected the contents of the moneybag before stashing it away from sight. Harry stepped closer to Snape as two men came out of the club behind them laughing and chatting as they passed the by. Harry expected Severus to agree like last time but the elder wizards reply was a surprise.

“No, I won’t be requiring your services again.” Harry stared up at Snape from the safety of the cloak a little shocked by what he’d just heard.

“Very well sir, pleasure doing business with you.” With a nod at Snape and a suspicious smile at Harry the man disappeared down the alley leaving Snape to continue guiding Harry back out onto the main street. When they’d gotten back onto the quiet deserted back streets Harry couldn’t hold his tongue any longer.

“Why did you just do that, what about Vol…?”

“Say his name Potter and I’ll remove your tongue.” Snape snapped cutting Harry off abruptly.

“Sorry, what about you-know-who?” Harry restated as they cut through the path in the park. For a moment Snape didn’t answer instead concentrating on walking with his eyes trained ahead. Finally though Snape sighed heavily and came to a complete stand still in the darkened deserted park. Harry stopped a few steps ahead, having only realized his partner had stopped too.

“Do you think that after tonight Potter, that it would make any difference now? It was you who I fucked tonight, you who I had writhing beneath me, you who made those sounds and you who stared back at me as you came. There is not a chance in hell any amount of those look-a-likes would ever conceal the memory I have in my mind of you now.” Harry blushed and guiltily lowered his gaze to the floor where he was scuffling his feet in the gravel. Having never heard anyone talk so candidly about sex before it was a shock that his professor could say such things to him.

“Sorry, what’s going to happen now?” Harry whispered not daring to look up at Snape.

“We prey to Merlin that the next time I visit my master he’s in a good mood and that my occlumency skills are better than yours.” Snape grumbled as he began walking again, making Harry run to catch up to him. In silence they walked the rest of the way back to number 12, Snape not even bothering to wait for Harry as he strode up to his room to get changed, leaving Harry standing miserably alone at the bottom of the stairs.

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