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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
20
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29,505
Reviews:
112
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Currently Reading:
3
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chapter 12
Recap chapter 11
Harry gasped. He remember when he had left that summer and asked Remus why he couldn’t feel wards around the Dursley’s house like he could around the Borrow. Remus had never given him the answer. “No… I asked Remus about it but…”
“Our point, Potter. Me and Blaise don’t want to turn you against Lupin, or Black, but you need to see things as they are, not how they want things to look.”
“I know, Malfoy, but what am I supposed to think when everyone is keeping something from me?”
Chapter 12
Harry sent Malfoy and Zabini off to the dorm so he could have time to think. Remus and Sirius, the only family he had left, had betrayed him. Harry didn’t know what to think anymore. Could he really trust them, could he trust anyone?
“Thinking will not do you any good, Potter. It will only make you question yourself.”
Harry turned to see Snape leaning against a bookshelf. “What are you doing here?”
“I have been put in charge of making sure the all students are in their dorms. And I wonder, what could you be doing, in the middle of the night. Reading?”
“Sorry, sir, I just lost track of time.” Harry said, picking up his books. “I’ll just go now.”
“Now, now, Potter. You have broken a rule. We can’t let others think they can get away with something like this just because you did. You must be punished.” Snape whispered, leaning close to Harry. He lifted his hands and put them on either side of the table, trapping Harry between them. “We can’t let them think I was soft on you, can we?”
“N—No, sir.”
“No.” Snape whispered again, his lips very close to Harry’s. “Not soft. You just need a firm hand, don’t you boy?” He smirked as he breath caused Harry to shiver. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” Harry gasped. “Yes.”
Snape stared at him for a moment longer before standing up and turning Harry to face he table. He pressed against him, his hands at Harry’s waist. “Shhh now, Potter. We must teach you to follow the rules. I want you to count, followed by ‘thank you, sir’. If you fail to do as I ask, I will start over. I believe 10 strikes will do.”
“Sir!?”
“Hush.” Snape said as he swatted Harry on his back. “Push down your pants.”
Harry trembled as he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor.
“Underwear too.”
Harry was full out shaking as he pushed his boxes down to his ankles. “Sir?” He asked when Snape didn’t move. A hand touched him, caressing him as it moved across his skin and between his cheeks. “OH!” He moaned as it pushed a little at his puckered hole. Another hand joined the first; spreading him as the gentle finger pushed past the tight ring.
-SLAP-
“Ah!” Harry screamed as white-hot pain shot through him from the burning handprint on his left cheek.
“What do you say?” Snape growled as he brought his hand down again.
“One! T-Thank you, sir!” Harry gasped as his eyes watered, shuddering as Snape rubbed his hand over the newest red patch on his white skin.
-SLAP-
“Two! Thank you sir!”
-SLAP-
“Threeee! Oh! Tha-Thank you sir!” Harry couldn’t help the tears that feel from his eyes, his mouth hung open, panting, as he tried to suck in more air. “Oh! Oh--!” He moaned as the hand rubbed him softly, creating shocks of pleasure to shoot through him and to his cock, which was already beginning to harden.
-SLAP-
“Four! T-Thank y-ouuuu! Sir!”
-SLAP-
“Fi-Five! Thank you, ssssir!”
-SLAP-
“Si- Six! Thank you, s-sir!”
-SLAP-
“Se-Seven! Thank—Thank you, sir!” Harry moaned as he started to trust into the side of the table, his cock hard as he felt Snape’s hands slid gently on his heated flesh once again. “Please!” He begged, not knowing what he wanted but knowing that he was so close to whatever it was.
-SLAP-
“Ei-eig-eight! Thank y-you, sir!”
-SLAP-
“Ni-ninnnne! Than-thank you, sir!”
-SLAP-
“Ten! Thaaaank you, s-sir!” Harry panted as he thrust back into Snape’s hand. “Please, sir! Please!”
“Get to your dorm, Potter.” Snape growled in Harry’s ear as he pressed his erection into Harry’s naked backside. He rolled his hips gently, pulling away and leaving the Library.
Harry fell against the table, his face pressed to the cool wood, panting as he closed his eyes. He was sore and tired and he just wanted to sleep.
“Harry?” A soft voice asked.
Harry opened his eyes and saw Malfoy sneaking up to him.
“What happened?”
“Got caught for being out too late.”
“Flitch did this to you?”
“Gross.” Harry said as he stood up and got dressed again. “It was Snape.”
“But…” Malfoy tilted his head and gave Harry a strange look. “He doesn’t search here. He’s in charge of the lower floors.”
“Well, he lied to me then because he was up here. If you don’t believe me, you can look at the hand prints on my ass.” Harry said, already upset by the fact that he had let Snape do that to him, now Malfoy was making fun at him! “You laugh and I’ll make sure you sing higher then Hannah Albot!”
Malfoy closed his mouth with a snap. “Sorry, let’s just get you down to the dorm before he comes back and does a lot more then just a few smacks on the ass.”
“A few? It was ten and it felt like he was melting my ass off!”
“Calm down, Potter. I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as you’re making it out to be.”
“Did you not see my ass when you came in? I think it’s turned purple.” Harry muttered as he started following Malfoy out of the Library and down the corridor.
--HPSS--
“Wake up, Harry.” Ron yawned. “We’ve got to get to class soon.”
“Wha…?” Harry sat up and stretched. “What time is it?”
“Close to nine. Malfoy and Zabini have already gone to the Great Hall. They woke me up a few minutes ago. Malfoy went ahead and took your things to class with him, said he needed to look over your notes and make sure you’ve both got the same outcomes for your Potions project.”
“But that isn’t due until the end of term.”
“I don’t know, mate, that’s just what he said.” Ron walked back to his bed and started to pack his books. He looked at Harry. “Malfoy said you could use the break from carrying your bag, that’s why he took your stuff.”
“Yeah, I guess I could use the break.” Harry said as he stood up and got his uniform on.
“What does he know that I don’t? You used to tell me everything, Harry. What happened?”
“I could ask you the same thing, Ron. I asked for your help in trying to find out what I am and you and Hermione run off to see Remus and Sirius. But every time, you say they didn’t tell you anything. When you can trust me, I’ll trust you.” Harry said before leaving Ron in the room and walking out.
--HPSS--
Harry walked into class and sat beside Malfoy, putting his head down as he waited for everyone else to come in.
“You okay, Potter?”
“Fine. Thanks for getting my stuff.”
“No problem, you seemed like you could use the help.”
“Yea, still, you didn’t have to.”
“What are friends for Potter.”
Harry looked at Malfoy and smiled. “Thanks. I could use a good friend right now.”
“Weasley and Granger not up to their normal, chipper selves?”
“Not exactly.” Harry sighed. “It’s that I know they’re hiding something from me and they don’t trust me enough to say anything. But then Ron got upset this morning when he thought you knew something he didn’t.”
“I do know something.”
“I get that. I understand that he has a reason to question what’s going on. He’s been my best friend since I was eleven and I’ve told him everything. But how do I trust him if I know he’s hiding something too?”
“I can’t help you there, Potter. I’m not the best person to talk to when it comes to trust. You just need to ask yourself if you can forgive them, no matter what they may be holding back on.”
“Thanks.” Harry said as students started coming in, followed by Sirius.
“Alright. I’ll be taking over today, as Professor Lupin is no feeling well. Why don’t you turn to page 314, and I’ll go around to collect your homework from last week.”
Harry looked at his book, too confused to read. If Ron and Hermione were trying to help him, then why didn’t they tell him what they had found out?
“Harry.” Sirius whispered as he bent down to pick p Harry’s work. “I need to see you after class.”
A/N: Sorry for the late update. I just got internet back this morning because the stupid cable company got the apartments mixed up and cut our cable/internet instead of the people next door! And we still ended up having to pay 45 dollars for them to reconnect us!
Harry gasped. He remember when he had left that summer and asked Remus why he couldn’t feel wards around the Dursley’s house like he could around the Borrow. Remus had never given him the answer. “No… I asked Remus about it but…”
“Our point, Potter. Me and Blaise don’t want to turn you against Lupin, or Black, but you need to see things as they are, not how they want things to look.”
“I know, Malfoy, but what am I supposed to think when everyone is keeping something from me?”
Chapter 12
Harry sent Malfoy and Zabini off to the dorm so he could have time to think. Remus and Sirius, the only family he had left, had betrayed him. Harry didn’t know what to think anymore. Could he really trust them, could he trust anyone?
“Thinking will not do you any good, Potter. It will only make you question yourself.”
Harry turned to see Snape leaning against a bookshelf. “What are you doing here?”
“I have been put in charge of making sure the all students are in their dorms. And I wonder, what could you be doing, in the middle of the night. Reading?”
“Sorry, sir, I just lost track of time.” Harry said, picking up his books. “I’ll just go now.”
“Now, now, Potter. You have broken a rule. We can’t let others think they can get away with something like this just because you did. You must be punished.” Snape whispered, leaning close to Harry. He lifted his hands and put them on either side of the table, trapping Harry between them. “We can’t let them think I was soft on you, can we?”
“N—No, sir.”
“No.” Snape whispered again, his lips very close to Harry’s. “Not soft. You just need a firm hand, don’t you boy?” He smirked as he breath caused Harry to shiver. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” Harry gasped. “Yes.”
Snape stared at him for a moment longer before standing up and turning Harry to face he table. He pressed against him, his hands at Harry’s waist. “Shhh now, Potter. We must teach you to follow the rules. I want you to count, followed by ‘thank you, sir’. If you fail to do as I ask, I will start over. I believe 10 strikes will do.”
“Sir!?”
“Hush.” Snape said as he swatted Harry on his back. “Push down your pants.”
Harry trembled as he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor.
“Underwear too.”
Harry was full out shaking as he pushed his boxes down to his ankles. “Sir?” He asked when Snape didn’t move. A hand touched him, caressing him as it moved across his skin and between his cheeks. “OH!” He moaned as it pushed a little at his puckered hole. Another hand joined the first; spreading him as the gentle finger pushed past the tight ring.
-SLAP-
“Ah!” Harry screamed as white-hot pain shot through him from the burning handprint on his left cheek.
“What do you say?” Snape growled as he brought his hand down again.
“One! T-Thank you, sir!” Harry gasped as his eyes watered, shuddering as Snape rubbed his hand over the newest red patch on his white skin.
-SLAP-
“Two! Thank you sir!”
-SLAP-
“Threeee! Oh! Tha-Thank you sir!” Harry couldn’t help the tears that feel from his eyes, his mouth hung open, panting, as he tried to suck in more air. “Oh! Oh--!” He moaned as the hand rubbed him softly, creating shocks of pleasure to shoot through him and to his cock, which was already beginning to harden.
-SLAP-
“Four! T-Thank y-ouuuu! Sir!”
-SLAP-
“Fi-Five! Thank you, ssssir!”
-SLAP-
“Si- Six! Thank you, s-sir!”
-SLAP-
“Se-Seven! Thank—Thank you, sir!” Harry moaned as he started to trust into the side of the table, his cock hard as he felt Snape’s hands slid gently on his heated flesh once again. “Please!” He begged, not knowing what he wanted but knowing that he was so close to whatever it was.
-SLAP-
“Ei-eig-eight! Thank y-you, sir!”
-SLAP-
“Ni-ninnnne! Than-thank you, sir!”
-SLAP-
“Ten! Thaaaank you, s-sir!” Harry panted as he thrust back into Snape’s hand. “Please, sir! Please!”
“Get to your dorm, Potter.” Snape growled in Harry’s ear as he pressed his erection into Harry’s naked backside. He rolled his hips gently, pulling away and leaving the Library.
Harry fell against the table, his face pressed to the cool wood, panting as he closed his eyes. He was sore and tired and he just wanted to sleep.
“Harry?” A soft voice asked.
Harry opened his eyes and saw Malfoy sneaking up to him.
“What happened?”
“Got caught for being out too late.”
“Flitch did this to you?”
“Gross.” Harry said as he stood up and got dressed again. “It was Snape.”
“But…” Malfoy tilted his head and gave Harry a strange look. “He doesn’t search here. He’s in charge of the lower floors.”
“Well, he lied to me then because he was up here. If you don’t believe me, you can look at the hand prints on my ass.” Harry said, already upset by the fact that he had let Snape do that to him, now Malfoy was making fun at him! “You laugh and I’ll make sure you sing higher then Hannah Albot!”
Malfoy closed his mouth with a snap. “Sorry, let’s just get you down to the dorm before he comes back and does a lot more then just a few smacks on the ass.”
“A few? It was ten and it felt like he was melting my ass off!”
“Calm down, Potter. I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as you’re making it out to be.”
“Did you not see my ass when you came in? I think it’s turned purple.” Harry muttered as he started following Malfoy out of the Library and down the corridor.
--HPSS--
“Wake up, Harry.” Ron yawned. “We’ve got to get to class soon.”
“Wha…?” Harry sat up and stretched. “What time is it?”
“Close to nine. Malfoy and Zabini have already gone to the Great Hall. They woke me up a few minutes ago. Malfoy went ahead and took your things to class with him, said he needed to look over your notes and make sure you’ve both got the same outcomes for your Potions project.”
“But that isn’t due until the end of term.”
“I don’t know, mate, that’s just what he said.” Ron walked back to his bed and started to pack his books. He looked at Harry. “Malfoy said you could use the break from carrying your bag, that’s why he took your stuff.”
“Yeah, I guess I could use the break.” Harry said as he stood up and got his uniform on.
“What does he know that I don’t? You used to tell me everything, Harry. What happened?”
“I could ask you the same thing, Ron. I asked for your help in trying to find out what I am and you and Hermione run off to see Remus and Sirius. But every time, you say they didn’t tell you anything. When you can trust me, I’ll trust you.” Harry said before leaving Ron in the room and walking out.
--HPSS--
Harry walked into class and sat beside Malfoy, putting his head down as he waited for everyone else to come in.
“You okay, Potter?”
“Fine. Thanks for getting my stuff.”
“No problem, you seemed like you could use the help.”
“Yea, still, you didn’t have to.”
“What are friends for Potter.”
Harry looked at Malfoy and smiled. “Thanks. I could use a good friend right now.”
“Weasley and Granger not up to their normal, chipper selves?”
“Not exactly.” Harry sighed. “It’s that I know they’re hiding something from me and they don’t trust me enough to say anything. But then Ron got upset this morning when he thought you knew something he didn’t.”
“I do know something.”
“I get that. I understand that he has a reason to question what’s going on. He’s been my best friend since I was eleven and I’ve told him everything. But how do I trust him if I know he’s hiding something too?”
“I can’t help you there, Potter. I’m not the best person to talk to when it comes to trust. You just need to ask yourself if you can forgive them, no matter what they may be holding back on.”
“Thanks.” Harry said as students started coming in, followed by Sirius.
“Alright. I’ll be taking over today, as Professor Lupin is no feeling well. Why don’t you turn to page 314, and I’ll go around to collect your homework from last week.”
Harry looked at his book, too confused to read. If Ron and Hermione were trying to help him, then why didn’t they tell him what they had found out?
“Harry.” Sirius whispered as he bent down to pick p Harry’s work. “I need to see you after class.”
A/N: Sorry for the late update. I just got internet back this morning because the stupid cable company got the apartments mixed up and cut our cable/internet instead of the people next door! And we still ended up having to pay 45 dollars for them to reconnect us!