Cupboard Space

CHAPTER 11

Harry blew out a long sigh of air, the quill he’d been previously writing with scuttling off the edge of the desk and floating to the ground with a splatter of ink. Snape was sitting behind his own desk marking papers just as he had been doing for the past two days that Harry had been in his presence. The boy was bored shitless. Whatever was supposed to have happened this weekend hadn’t yet, and with Sunday dinner fast approaching Harry had a feeling it was too late. The camera Harry had borrowed from Colin Creavey lay unused beside him on the desk, as had the invisibility cloak Snape had insisted he bring with him.

“Severus.” Snape looked up sharply from his marking to glare at Harry, who’d had the audacity to call him by his first name. Realizing his mistake Harry quickly apologized. “Sorry, Professor.” Harry mumbled as he continued. “What exactly am I supposed to be doing here?” Harry finished with an exaggerated sigh having done most of his week’s homework and re-organized the entire collection of potion’s apparatus stored around the classroom. Snape went back to his marking the swish of his red quill indicating that whomever’s work he was marking he was not giving them a good mark.

“Revenge Potter.” Snape muttered beneath his breath as he finished the current students marking and moved on to the next on the pile.

“On who?” Harry snapped irritably as he stood up from his desk and began pacing the room like a caged animal. Being in the same room as Severus Snape for almost two days without so much as a seductive glance his way was driving Harry insane. Admittedly the boy was an ever-hungry teenager, with an insatiable lust for hanky panky but Snape had made absolutely no reference to what they’d done the previous week at all. “There’s no one but you and I here Snape?” Harry slipped up with his address but Snape didn’t have time to snap at the boy before an unexplained chill fell over the room making Harry shiver from head to toe. Snape stood up immediately and smiled at Harry with a wide, Slytherin grin.

“He’s more resilient than I gave him credit for, but I knew he’d break eventually. That boy can’t stand to see anyone else achieve what he can not.” Harry was confused but said nothing as Snape grabbed the invisibility cloak and threw it over Harry before thrusting the camera into the boy’s hands. “Stay out of sight, don’t say a word and if you know what’s good for you you’ll make sure I don’t appear in any of those pictures understood?” Harry was now more confused than ever but nodded as he re-arranged the invisibility cloak and slunk into the corner of the room to watch. Snape carefully brightened the torches of the classroom a little more so that Harry wouldn’t need the flash on his camera before he returned to his seat behind his desk and casually went back to his work.

There was a knock at the door a moment later and Harry watched as Snape’s stern voice called whomever it was into the room. Harry was stunned as he saw Draco Malfoy saunter into the room, the blonde carefully closing the door behind him as he approached Snape’s desk.

“Professor?” Harry stared hard at the blonde, unsure if what he was seeing was Draco in lipstick and a large overcoat.

“Mr Malfoy, what can I help you with?” Snape was the picture of his usual self, calm, unimpressed and rather annoyed at the supposedly unexpected interruption.

“I want to discuss something private with you sir.” Snape continued to mark his papers not even glancing up to address the boy standing before him. If Harry didn’t know Draco as well as he did, he might have sworn the boy looked nervous as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and twisted his hands in his lap.

“Well then, get on with it I don’t have all night!” Snape snapped irritably only now glancing up briefly to stare at Draco with a look of distain.

“I saw you with him.” Harry’s mouth fell open in surprise as Draco blurted out what he wanted to say, the words coming out in a rather jealous rush. Snape shrugged his shoulders uncaringly still pretending to mark his work.

“Saw me with whom? If you’re wasting my time Mr Malfoy, I’ll start wasting yours with detention.” Harry couldn’t believe Snape was playing ignorant although Harry had yet to see how any of this was relevant to his revenge and ultimate humiliation of Draco Malfoy.

“Potter,” Draco paused as he spat out Harry’s name with venom. “I saw you fucking around with Harry Potter on Friday evening.” Draco rushed out accusingly and Harry winced as he wondered what Snape was going to do to the blonde, especially considering the foul language the boy had just come out with. Finally Snape looked up from the parchment on his desk, his face a mask of indifference as he raised a questioning eyebrow in Draco’s direction.

“Whom I choose to ‘fuck’ around with Master Malfoy, is none of your concern.” Harry was stunned by Snape’s reply; having expected an all out denial of what Draco had accused him of. Draco obviously didn’t like the reply and immediately went on the defensive.

“What’s he got that I haven’t?” Draco shouted angrily his face turning a little red as he balled his fists at his side and glared at Snape with a narrowed gaze. “He can’t even get it up properly, and I doubt very much if he even knows what it feels like to get it in.” Draco was clearly extremely pissed off but Snape remained calm even as the blonde shouted in his face and pointed at him rudely. Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and his hands shook as they clutched at the camera trying not to drop it. “I know he’s not your type. Father said you have more refined taste, he swore to me that you’d already inquired after me.” Draco pouted like a spoilt five year old as he folded his arms across his chest and glared at Snape in more jealousy now than real anger. “I told myself you were probably only doing it because ‘the dark lord’ instructed it but I thought I better come down here and make sure you weren’t fucking Potter because you actually enjoyed it.” Harry could have killed the blonde there and then. The temptation to grab for his wand and strike the blonde dead without any effort at all, was strong but Harry resisted, his hold on the camera tightening as the need for revenge increased.

“My tastes?” Snape huffed contemptibly at Draco’s comment and waved it off with a careless flick of his hand. “What would you know of a grown wizards tastes, you’re just a boy?” Harry knew Snape was baiting the blonde, teasing him into doing something that Harry was just waiting to take pictures of.

“A boy who knows how to dress.” Draco replied angrily, stripping his cloak off as he did so. Harry was floored in an instant as he stared at Draco.

Harry had never in his life seen such a sight as what stood before him now. Draco Malfoy the usually refined, immaculate model of upper class Slytherin society stood up in nothing but nine inch black high heels, red stockings and a matching peephole teddy. Automatically Harry’s finger pressed down on the camera latch and the first of many pictures was taken. Snape smiled inwardly as he stared at the blonde who stood hands on hips seemingly unashamed that he was dressed as a woman. Snape heard the consecutive clicks of a camera latch knowing that Harry had now realized what revenge felt like. Luckily though Draco was too wrapped up in himself to notice the noise above the click of his heels on the floor as he strode over to Snape’s desk and leant across it seductively. Snape allowed himself a moment to appreciate the boy’s figure, snuggly confined within the masses of lace, whalebone and silk. Snape had to admit the boy had an arse you could eat off, and a chest that would have suited a young woman quite nicely but even dressed in all that finery Snape wasn’t in the least interested in him. Snape had had a blonde before and hadn’t enjoyed it, Potter on the other hand was worthy challenge.

“Well? What will it be professor?” Draco’s silky voice betrayed his obvious nervousness as it wavered in the silence of the dungeon. Snape stared at Draco draped across his desk, before glancing unconsciously across at where he knew Potter was still taking pictures.

“Since you’re dressed for the occasion I wouldn’t mind a blow job, you are after all trying to convince me that you’re better than Potter.” Harry lowered the camera from his face and watched with grating teeth and clenched fists as Snape stood up and wandered around the side of his desk. Draco’s face had lit up with delight at Snape’s acceptance and had instantly sunk to his knees in readiness. Snape was only mildly aroused but some rather dark part of himself was enjoying the idea that Potter would be watching him. Unzipping himself and pushing his cloak aside Snape positioned himself in front of Draco, ensuring that wherever Potter was the boy had a perfect view of Draco’s ruby colored lips as they sank down over Snape’s manhood. Snape wasn’t in the least interested in the lips doing a very sloppy job of sucking him off but for the sake of Potter’s gaze Snape put some effort into it, exaggerating his trusts and pretending to groan in ecstasy with every suck. Snape was sure he could practically feel the anger radiating from Harry across the room, and despite himself Snape could feel the tension building within.

“Enough.” Snape pushed Draco away from him with a hard shove, a trail of saliva dribbling down the blonde’s chin as he watched Snape tuck himself away and re-arrange his cloak. “You had your chance Malfoy and you blew it, a better man would have managed to bring me off in quicker time than that.” Draco sat stunned on his arse on the floor and Potter smiled widely to himself in grim satisfaction of seen Draco rejected like trash. “I suggest you go and find yourself a boy to play with because judging from that you’re not ready to play with men. Now get out of my sight.”

Draco was on his feet, his cloak wrapped around him and running from the room in no time flat, tears streaming down his cheeks as he struggled to run in the heels. Harry pulled off the invisibility cloak with a loud laugh as the door to the classroom swung closed behind the blonde leaving Severus and himself alone. Harry was laughing so hard he hardly even realized Snape was approaching him until it was too late.

“What’s so funny Potter?” Harry swallowed his laughter as he spun around to face Snape who was towering over him imposingly.

“Draco sir, I can’t believe you did that to him now he knows how it feels.” Harry whispered his voice trailing off as he realized how satisfying it was to know his tormentor had received a taste of his own medicine. Snape didn’t say anything for a long moment and Harry half expected the elder wizard to tell him too to get out. What came next however totally floored the boy.

In a fleeting moment Harry felt Snape close the gap between them before the man was pressing his lips against the boy’s in an ardent rush. Harry got swept up instantly in the moment, the camera in his hands dropping into the safety of the invisibility cloak on the floor as Harry drew his hands up to clutch at Snape’s back desperately. With their bodies pressed together Harry helplessly allowed himself to be maneuvered and in a heart stopping moment Harry found himself pushed into the open doorway of the potion’s store cupboard, the jars on the shelves rattling as Snape slammed him into them.

“You owe me Potter.” Snape breathed out deeply against Harry’s neck as his nimble fingers began stripping the boy of his school uniform. Harry couldn’t formulate a reply and only managed a groan as Snape tore his underwear down to his knees before lifting him up against the jagged, sharp edges of the shelves.

“I’ve never.” Harry managed to whisper as he felt the man’s slick fingers deftly preparing his entrance. Snape smiled into the crook of Harry’s neck as he wrapped the boy’s legs around his waist and freed his still stiff, saliva slicked cock from the confines of his robes yet again.

“And you’ll never again with anyone better than me.” Snape growled as he clutched hold of Harry’s face dragging the boy down into a searing kiss as he pistoned his cock up into the tight pucker of the boy’s backside.

Harry swore. He screamed, and yelled and shouted out loud with every bone melting thrust of Snape inside him. The fumbling, experiments with his fellow students were nothing compared to what he was doing in the cupboard with Snape, and Harry knew that even if he couldn’t walk ever again, it would have been worth every minute. Harry had come before he knew what was happening, his seed shooting up all over Snape’s cleanly pressed cloak. Snape had ignored it totally though, his face a sea of emotional concentration that Harry had never witnessed on the man’s face before. With every thrust, Harry watched the pinch of the man’s upper lip, the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he struggled to hold the boy up against the rattling shelves and still gain purchase enough to thrust. Harry rode out the battering, having lost feeling in his back and legs some time ago, nothing but Snape’s searing hot flesh buried deep inside him seemed to matter. When the elder wizard came Harry threw his head back and smashed a bottle of gooey substance on the shelf above him, his legs automatically kicking out to break the shelf behind Snape and send it clatter to the floor contents and all. Snape ignored it all as he buried himself deep inside the boy empting his load before slumping against the younger, wiry frame of his already exhausted partner.

Neither of them moved for a long moment, nothing but the sound combined heavy breathing breaking the silence until Snape groaned and he reluctantly let go of Harry’s weighty frame. The boy’s knees buckled and shook dangerously as he was placed back on the floor, Snape’s cock slipping free leaving a pearly smear down the backs of Harry’s thighs, and dripping into his underwear still hanging off his ankles. Harry glanced up at Snape in the darkness and didn’t quite manage to stifle his smirk as he took in the elder wizards appearance. Snape was a mess; his hair was knotted and sticking out at odd angles, his robes hung in a shambles from his shoulders and a wet glistening splatter was beginning to soak into the shirt and waistcoat. Before Snape could say anything though a rather foul smell assaulted both their senses and Harry screwed his nose up and covered his mouth as he tried not to heave. Snape lifted his boots and stared down at the floor, surveying the damage to the store cupboard.

“Detention with me Mr Potter, tomorrow night.” Harry’s eyes widened in shock as Snape stepped out of the store cupboard pulling Harry with him. “I believe the schools store cupboard needs re-organizing again.” Snape smirked sideways at Harry as he closed the door to the cupboard ignoring the mess on the floor that they’d made. Harry smiled cheekily as he kicked off his underwear and went straight for his invisibility cloak and the camera.

“Of course professor.” Harry whispered cheekily as he threw the cloak around him and securely tucked the camera under his arm. “I’ll make sure I come prepared.” With a cheeky, debauched little grin Harry was gone a new spring in his step and a renewed appreciation for the subtle art of revenge that Snape had taught him.

TBC>>>>