Extreme Seduction

Chapter 13 : A day like the others






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Velinya : I like Sevy.
You’he written me 2 reviews and each time you find some things to complain
about. Specially on things I’ve already said so I wonder if you had really read
my fic otherwise you would know that Severus is not a spy anymore and that
Harry had defeated Voldy in his 6th year. If you don’t like my
story, nobody force you to read it.

 

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Chapter 13 : A day
like the others

 

Harry woke up in his
teacher’s arms and smiled lazily. It had been so wonderful. He was deliciously
sore from his first time with Severus and wondered, amused if he’ll be able to
ride his Firebolt for the Quidditch match in three days.

 

“Good afternoon,” Harry
heard.

 

The boy rose his head from
his lover’s chest and met jet black eyes. He smiled wider and replied, “Good
afternoon.”

 

Then, he slid against the
older man’s body to approach his face and took his lips softly. Severus moaned
and opened his mouth to let the boy’s tongue enter. They kissed tenderly,
showing their love and happiness.

 

“Love you,” said Harry when
they broke apart.

 

“I love you, too.” They
kissed again.

 

“Are you hungry, my love?”
asked Severus. “We’ve missed lunch.”

 

“I know. Fortunately, this
is Saturday so no one will notice, however I’m starving. But before we go eat,
I want to take a shower.”

 

“Anything you want love.”

 

“Sev,” said Harry with a
drawling voice, “I think I won’t be able to wash my body by myself.”

 

“Really?” asked Severus
amused.

 

“Yes. You see, I’ve been
attacked by a sex maniac this morning and I won’t be able to bend down to reach
my feet.”

 

Severus laughed. “Oh, I
see. It’s a case of extreme emergency, is it?”

 

Harry nodded with puppy dog
eyes.

 

Severus laughed again, took
Harry in his arms, stood up and led them towards the bathroom.

 

“I can’t refuse to help
when it’s so important,” he smiled sarcastically, then added, “It’s just a pity
that you can’t bend over, I had thought up a nice retaliation you could perform
for the sex maniac.”

 

Harry moaned. “Surely I can
deal with this maniac, but I don’t think I will have enough energy to wash
myself afterwards, Sevy.”

 

“All right. Perhaps I
should prepare you an energyzing potion.”

 

Harry laughed and added,
“Yes, for tonight... and you’ll take it too.”

 

Severus put Harry on his
feet inside the shower, closed the glass door behind them and opened the water
taps to the ideal temperature.

 

“For tonight and from now
on Harry, we have to be discreet. We weren’t this morning (Severus blushed
slightly) and someone – Dumbledore or your friends perhaps -- would know, so we
have to think up a plan so we can meet in secret.” nbspnbsp;

“Ron and Hermione are still
in the infirmary. They’ll be leaving there at later this afternoon and will be
spending their evening in Hogsmead together.
Afterwards can be in each others arms, alone and away from the world
during those hours, so it’s not a problem for us tonight. With the bed curtains
drawn, Ron won’t see it empty, but I won’t be able to sleep with you all night,
I will have to return early. For tomorrow, it’s not a problem either. And on
Monday, we have Potion’s class so I can earn a detention.”

 

Severus grinned. “Good
boy.”

 

Harry held his breath when
he felt his lover’s elegant and soapy hands sliding over his smooth skin. He
heard the older man whisper, “I’ve always wanted to give you a shower... or a
bath.

 

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The weekend was over very
quickly. Harry had spent every free moment he could with Severus; making love,
discussing everything and nothing or simply listening to soft music as they
held each other tenderly.

 

 

Now, it was Monday and
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville were on their way to Herbology class.

 

“Oh, Harry,” said Ron,
suddenly, very excited. “I forgot to tell you. We’ve all received our new
brooms for the match of tomorrow. You with your Firebolt and us each with a
Nimbus 2006; the Slytherins don’t stand a chance against us.”

 

“It’s odd that youn’t n’t
think to tell me this before,” replied a very stunned Harry.

 

Ron blushed furiously and
glanced at Hermione who was also a crimson red. Ron murmured, stuttering, “I –
I – you know, I was – busy. Hermione and I...”

 

Harry laughed. “Yes, I’ve
understand. You don’t need to explain any further.”

 

Ron and Hermione, still
red, smiled slightly sheepishly.

 

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Harry could feel eyes on
him, lusting after him. It was beginning to be a habit now, but he couldn’t get
used to that feeling. He hated it, except when it was Severus’ eyes that were
on him.

 

The boy was still very
stunned by the force of his love for the man, but it also felt natural, normal.
It was fate and what a wonderful destiny he could see with his lover! Severus was
exactly what Harry had always dreamt of, without realizing it. He smiled.

 

The morning was almost over
and the Gryffindor had practically fantasized the entire time about his Potions
Master. He shook his head and tryied to pay attention in his Transfiguration’s
class.

 

“Misters Finnegan and
Thomas, please,” hissed Professor McGonagall. “If it’s not too much to ask of
you, would you please take your eyes off of Mister Potter and attend to the
lesson?”

 

Harry sighed, blushing
slightly as the two boys turned their heads back towards their teacher.

 

“Sorry, Professor,” they
replied. But before the end of the lesson, they had again turned their burning,
lust-filled eyes onto their raven-haired friend.

 

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At midday, the trio was
walking towards the Great Hall for lunch when an owl dropped a little, flat
packet in Harry’s hands.

 

The boy swallowed, gazing
at the anonymous gift, without moving. He remembered his last present. He hadenedened The Wizard’s Kama Sutra and read it a little. It was a really
interesting book and when he was looking at the pages he thought not of Draco,
but of Sev... in certain positions.

 

But now, he knew it wasn’t
a book and he was afraid to open it. He had learnt to be careful. Nevertheless,
he did. He tore the brown paper that wrapped the packet and found himself
looking at some pictures.

 

“Oooooohhhhh, Gooooodddd.
It’s horrible!” exclaimed Ron, very pale and terrified.

 

“Don’t want to see that,
Harry!” cried Hermione, disgusted.

 

“Neither do I,” replied
Harry, whose poor eyes were now traumatized.

 

“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, burn
them,” said the red-haired Gryffindor.

 

“Incendio!” yelled Harry
who had tossed the pictures onto the stone floor.

 

The flames destroyed the
faces of Crabbe and Goyle as their naked bodies and particularly their bums
were moving for Harry. They had been photographed in different positions they
had believed were arousing, like beating their middle finger, hiding their sex
behind soft plush toys (a violet coloured pig for Crabbe and a pink slug for
Goyle), or on their knees draped in what they thought were their sexiest
pyjamas that were half opened, bunny slippers on their feet, Goyle wearing a
red string with gold pompoms, Crabbe with green suspenders and a silver boa
made of feathers.

 

When nothing was on the
floor anymore, Harry shook his head violently trying to push away forever those
horrifying images. Then they continued on their way to the Great Hall, but they
had lost their appetite, even Ron.

 

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‘Potion’s class, Potion’s
class,’ Harry was repeating excitedly to himself when he and his friends were
walking along in the dungeon corridor.

 

The bell rang and the door
opened to their classroom. When Harry entered the room and passed beside his
teacher, they looked at each other for just one brief, intense second. They
were thinking the same thing. He reached his usual seat happily. He’ll be able
to be with his love for the next two hours, watching him.

 

They were preparing the
energyzing potion. Harry grinned at this. He was the only one to know why. He
was creating the potion with all his attention, except when being disturbed by
Severus’ presence.

 

“Oops!” said Harry when the
full vial of Iris essence suddenly smashed to the floor. He succeeded in
suppressing a smile. Immediately, his heart beat faster when he heard the icy
voice he was waiting for.

 

“Potter,” hissed the Potions Master.
“Your clumsiness justifies a detention. Tonight at eight.” Severus couldn’t
help himself for a brief moment, not to laugh evilly in anticipation.

 

Harry tilted his head,
pretending to concentrate on his potion, while he hid a smile. He wanted a
detention with Snape. It was the first time, he thought happily.

 

“The sadistic, greasy git,
slimy bastard,” insulted Ron in a whisper. “All he wants is to catch you in a
dark corner and rape you.”

 

Oh yes, Harry wanted that
too, but he knew he had to reassure his friend.

 

“Don’t worry, Ron...pe
pe
is afraid of losing his job so I can manage to keep him at a distance.”

 

The red-haired boy nodded
his relief and Harry added in his head “just for a second and after that he
shags me senseless.” He grinned ecstatically.

 

Severus was walking around
the class to make sure his students were preparing their potions correctly.
Each time Severus walked behind Harry, which was more frequent than before,
Harry could feel his own heart beating faster and he could hear his older lover
inhale deeply, trying to catch his scent.

 

When the bell rang, Severus
hissed, “Potter, stay here. I must tell you the conditions of your detention.”

 

“Greasy bastard,” whispered
Ron at his friend’s side. “We will wait for you, Harry.”

 

“No,” replied Harry.
“Otherwise, we’ll all be late and Flitwick would have to take even more points.
I’ll hurry and Snape won’t attack me, don’t worry. Go on.”

 

Hermione and Ron looked at
him with annoyed hesitation and nodded in agreement.

 

When the classroom was
finally empty, Harry grinned at his lover and ran into his open arms. They
kissed each other passionately.

 

“I’ve wanted that the
entire day and I’ve dreamt of you wanting me for the two hours you spent here.”

 

Harry laughed seductively
and teased him. “A detention, Professor Snape? I believe it was I who had given
you two for your insolence and disrespect, last night!”

 

Severus smiled and kissed
Harry’s forehead as a response. His dark eyes looked deeply into the boy’s
beautiful jade-coloured gaze and memorized each gorgeous feature, permanently
storing them in his mind. His breath hitched.

 

“Mmmmmm. Do it again,”
moaned Severus suddenly.

 

“What?” asked Harry,
completely puzzled.

 

“Licking your lips like
that. It gives me a hard-on every time I see you doing it.”

 

Harry was gazing at his
lover with wide-eyes. It was a natural movement, he didn’t do it to provoke
desire.

 

“Like this?” Harry’s tongue
darted out between open lips and glided over the bottom one.

 

“Mmmm, yes. I love that.
It’s as if you are trying to taste your own delightful flavour. Your lips are
so naturally full, as if someone – me – had devoured them eagerly, leaving your
tender h swh swollen and wet. It’s so arousing. And your tongue is so talented.
That simple thought alone makes me so hard... each and every time Harry, each
and every time.”

 

Harry smiled teasingly. He
tilted his head slightly back and slowly, with eyes half-closed, let his pink
tongue sliding over his superior lip from one corner of his mouth to the other,
moaning.

 

Severus’ breathing was now
very uneven and his intense black eyes burned brightly as they watched
mesmerized by the wet tongue that was caressing sensually at the bottom, soft
lip.

 

“Harry,” growled the man
with a hoarse voice.

 

“Yes, Severus?” asked Harry
as he lifted a finger to his mouth and licked it, not letting his intense gaze
leave his lover’s. He licked the finger from the base to the tip, very slowly
and plunged it between his hot lips entirely.

 

“Harry,” whispered his
teacher again. He had almost a desperate look on his flushed face and had
grabbed and squeezed painfully at his own throbbing cock to try, in vain, to
reduce the ache and desire. “Stop teasing. We can’t do this here, especially
now.”

 

But Harry didn’t stop.
Still groaning, he was sliding the finger in his mouth and out. In. Out. In.
Out, while he was gazing longingly at his lover’s visible erection.

 

“Harry, we can’t.”

 

“We can if we want it and I
want it.”

 

“I want it, too,” grumbled
Severus and he pushed the boy against the door, picked up his own robes,
unbuttoned his trousers and did the same for Harry. With the vial of oil he
always kept in his pocket for Harry, he greased his hard member and lifted his
lover’s body up, arched the young man’s hips forward and, in one stroke, he
empaled him eagerly. Harry screamed. Severus froze.

 

“Harry?” asked the man
worriedly. “Did I hurt you?”

 

“Just a little bit,”
answered the Gryffindor. “But I am fine now. I want you so Sev. Take me deeply.
Please, move.”

 

The raven-haired boy began
to writhe in desire and Severus responded to this silent plea.

 

Sandwiched between the cold
wood of the door and the hot man’s body, Harry was moving his hips as fast as
he could, his moans of pleasure stolen by the avid mouth that was devouring
his.

 

They couldn’t take their
time. The rhythm was fast, hard, animalistic. It was delightful.

 

Harry’s prick was rubbing
against the rough material of the man’s robes and the man’s belly. The stroke
was driving him crazy.

 

The door was bucking and
trembling violently at each hard assault. They would thank the silencing spell
later.

 

Salty sweat was sliding
along their faces as they both tensed under a wave of hot pleasure.

 

Panting and breathless,
they each dropped down onto the floor. Harry cast a cleaning spell and smiled
to Severus who grinned in return.

 

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Harry knocked at Severus
office’s door and entered.

 

He’d had just enough time
to close the door before he was taken captive by two strong arms and his mouth
was stolen by another.

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“
“I’ve missed you,” groaned
the man between two eager kisses.

 

“And I have missed you too,
love,” replied the young man as he nibbled the thin lips of his lover.

 

Severus was unbuttoning
Harry’s robes when the boy stopped him. “Wait Sev, look at me before you
continue.”

 

The black-haired man jerked
his head up to gaze at Harry who was smiling. And watched as Harry licked his
lips.

 

Severus’ reaction was
quick. He moaned and his erection was throbbing painfully in his trousers
wanting its release.

 

“I shouldn’t have told you
about my weakness. You are evil,” Severus grinned.

 

Harry rubbed his hard
member against his lover’s own and teased him more. “Tell me your other
weaknesses, Sev. Do you like strip teases?”

 

Flames were burning in the
man’s eyes in desire as Harry began to remove his robes slowly, caressing
himself, each time a portion of his skin was revealed.

 

“Harry, you were made for
love,” said Severus. “And to be loved only by me. You’re not my weakness.
You’re my strength. I love you so.”

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Harry blushed from his
strong emotions, with definitely included happiness. “So tell me what your
strength can do to arouse you more.”

 

“All right Harry, I’ll tell
you what I like, but I can honestly say that just your presence alone arouses
me.”

 

Harry smiled. “Tell me
anything and I’ll do it for you.”

 

Severus kissed the boy and
replied, “I’ll show you.”