Extreme Seduction
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Adult ++
Chapters:
22
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34,679
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89
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Lost in pain
MERRY CHRISTMAS FOR EVERYONE
MERRY CHRISTMAS FOR
EVERYONE.
Hi, here is the new
chapter. I hope you’ll like it and I thank you for your reviews.
SandraM : No, Draco wanted to pour his potion in Snape’s tea but
the attraction has been over before he could so he will forget his plan. He’s
very ashamed by his previous behaviour.
Star : Not now. I think I will write approximately 6 or 7
others chapters.
LuckySnape : There is, indeed, a scene (or rather several) with the
necklace. Harry will use every informations or gifts he had had from Severus to
have him come back. He’s very determined.
Kisses and a lot of joy and
happiness for you.
Chapter 17 : Lost in
pain
Harry was eating his
breakfast in the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione and sighed softly.
The potion had work. Seamus
and Dean were invisible.
Nobody was eyeing him with
lust and he had re-found his safety.
Draco Malfoy, as for him,
had found his two hands, as the one no longer strayed out of bounds, and was
trying to not look at Harry, ashamed to have lusted and drooled over him. When
the blond met the Gryffindor’s eyes, a disgusted look twisted his features and
he turned his head somewhere else.
But Harry was not at all
upset; he was rather relieved. No more harassment, no more kidnapping, no more
unwanted touches... no more Severus. Harry’s heart bled with the pain.
Oh yes, the potion had
worked well... too well, on everyone.
Quickly, Harry wiped away
the single tear. Severus was not present at the teacher’s table and the boy
wondered how his lover... – another tear fell – ex-lover would react in their
potion’s class or in front of him. Would he be able to go on as if nothing had
happened?
When a third tear slid down
his cheek, Harry thought it was wisest to focus his mind on something else. He
heard Hermione speaking about her animagus transfiguration and tried to
concentrate himself only on that topic instead. He had to.
*******************************************
Not a glance. Not a single
glance. While for the three previous weeks, the man had wanted to have the boy
in his bed, had sucked his prick, made love with him, but now he wouldn’t look at him at all.
He was furious. He wanted
to smash everything. He wanted to scream. He wanted to hit the man. He wanted
to cry. He wanted to die.
Harry collapsed on the
bathroom floor and whispered, “He said he loved me.”
********************************************
Dean and Seamus had
returned to the Gryffindor’s common room. The first thing they have done was to
apologize to Harry without looking at him straight in his emerald eyes.
Harry had replied to them
that it was not important and not their fault if they had harassed him. They
left him still sheepish, but very relieved.
********************************************
Sitting on a couch of the
totally empty common room, the raven-haired boy was falling slowly into a
depressed state when he saw his two best friends entered in the House and,
immediately, looking at wor worriedly.
“Harry, what’s wrong?”
asked Hermione. “Are you suffering from side effects? Are you all right? Do you
want me to go find Madame Pomfrey?”
“No ‘Mione,” replied Harry.
“I’m perfectly fine.”
It was obvious that Harry
was lying. Ron and Hermione didn’t know why their friend was in that state, but
they could say that he was suffering a lot. And to see him like this was
breaking their hearts.
“Harry, you can tell us.
What’s wrong mate?”
“I’m in love.”
“Oh Harry, that’s
wonderful,” smiled Hermione.
“No, Herm’, it’s not
wonderful. He told me he loved me, but he doesn’t. He was lying. He was just
using me...he’s broken my heart.”
The young woman put a hand
on Harry’s arm and sat down the couch, near her friend.
“Who is it mate?” asked
Ron.
Harry looked at Hermione
and saw that she had guessed. And she wasn’t disgusted. She wasn’t judging him.
And he smiled, a sad smile. A least he had his best friends, except if Ron...
He looked up at the red-haired boy and took a deep breath. He felt Hermione
squeeze his hand.
“Snape.”
“Snape?” repeated Ron, his
jaw fell to the floor, eyes wide open, completely stunned.
“Yes,” replied Harry,
lowering his head, waiting for the insults. But none came.
He waited again. Nothing.
Then, “You really love him
mate?” asked Ron.
Harry looked back his
friend.
“More than anything or
anyone else,” he replied without a second of hesitation.
“God,” said Ron, trying to
recover from the shock.
Harry turned his head
towards Hermione.
The young woman was looking
intently into her friend’s eyes and she spoke more to herself than to Harry,
“So, he succeeded in seducing you.”
Harry grinned, remembering.
“In a manner of speaking, yes. It’s d, bd, but yes, he seduced me.”
Immediately, his smile
disappeared and his lips started to tremble. His head lowered again.
“He doesn’t love me though,
even if he had told me to the contrary.”
“Harry, perhaps it’s not a
matter of not loving you,” said Hermione very seriously.
“What are you talking
about?” asked the boy, taken aback.
“I think Professor Snape is
ashamed Harry.”
Harry lifted his head and
looked at her.
“Is it a shame to love me,
Hermione?”
“No, no, of course not,”
she replied, squeezing a hand on his forearm. “But he’s our teacher. And you
know that he’s very fussy about the rules. And also because you are...”
Hermione stopped talking
abruptly and bit her lip.
“Because I am Harry Potter,
that’s it?”
Very embarrassed and sad
for her friend, the girl nodded in agreement.
Harry sighed and stood up.
He ran a desperate hand on his hair and said, “I don’t know what to do, ‘Mione.
I’m completely lost. I can’t... He doesn’t look at me anymore. He doesn’t speak
to me. It’s like I am not here, that I am invisible. I can’t... anymore. I
can’t...”
A sob stopped him.
In her turn, Hermione stood
up and took her friend in her arm. Harry wrapped his own around her and began
to cry.
It was too unbearable to
see her best friend suffering like this. She had to do something. Anything.
“It’s so hard, ‘Mione.”
“Shhh. Don’t worry. He’ll
realize what he had within his grasp soon, I guarantee you.”
“What can I do?” asked
Harry without expecting a response.
“You have just one thing to
do,” said Hermione firmly.
The raven-haired young man
tilted his head up and gazed at her, questioning.
“You have to seduce him in
return.”
******************************************
“Harry, I’ve picked up some
books in the library to help you. And I’ve already thought about the physical
transformation you can do for the operation A. S. S.”
“Operation what?” exclaimed
Harry as Ron cut in, almost choking “Ass?”
“Not ass, Ron,” reprimanded
Hermione who blushed slightly. “But A. S. S. or Actions for Seducing Snape.”
Ron was shaking his head
and said to Harry, “After SPEW, she creates the ASS group.” He turned his head
towards his girlfriend and added “And why not operation S. H. A. G or Snape and
Harry’s Arses’ Gratitude?”
Harry laughed and Hermione
scowled.
“All right ‘Mione,” said
Harry a second later. “But I’d prefer Severus instead of Snape.”
“Okay, Harry. So it’s
‘Actions for Seducing Severus’.”
“God,”sperspered Ron still
shaking his head.
“Harry,” asked Hermione.
“Do you know what Severus likes about you and what are the things which drive
him completely crazy with desire?”
“God,” choked Ron, his
breath uneven.
“Yes,” replied the young
man.
“God,” murmured Ron again,
horrified.
“Good! Like this, we’ll be
able to make him literally drool over you again, but now only with your charm
Harry. You’ll tell me everything about that and I’ll help you with this
precious information,” said the girl.
“All right, ‘Mione,” said a
smiling Harry who was feeling a sparkle of hope burning in his heart. But
suddenly, he remembered something.
“And...” began the young
woman.
“Wait, Hermione, please,”
the raven-haired boy cut in, afraid. “You’d mentioned physical transformation?”
“Yes. You’re very beautiful
Harry, but some little modifications would be better for the operation and for
you. You’ll see, you won’t regret it.”
“I hope,” whispered the
boy, not reassured.
“God,” said Ron.
MERRY CHRISTMAS FOR
EVERYONE.
Hi, here is the new
chapter. I hope you’ll like it and I thank you for your reviews.
SandraM : No, Draco wanted to pour his potion in Snape’s tea but
the attraction has been over before he could so he will forget his plan. He’s
very ashamed by his previous behaviour.
Star : Not now. I think I will write approximately 6 or 7
others chapters.
LuckySnape : There is, indeed, a scene (or rather several) with the
necklace. Harry will use every informations or gifts he had had from Severus to
have him come back. He’s very determined.
Kisses and a lot of joy and
happiness for you.
Chapter 17 : Lost in
pain
Harry was eating his
breakfast in the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione and sighed softly.
The potion had work. Seamus
and Dean were invisible.
Nobody was eyeing him with
lust and he had re-found his safety.
Draco Malfoy, as for him,
had found his two hands, as the one no longer strayed out of bounds, and was
trying to not look at Harry, ashamed to have lusted and drooled over him. When
the blond met the Gryffindor’s eyes, a disgusted look twisted his features and
he turned his head somewhere else.
But Harry was not at all
upset; he was rather relieved. No more harassment, no more kidnapping, no more
unwanted touches... no more Severus. Harry’s heart bled with the pain.
Oh yes, the potion had
worked well... too well, on everyone.
Quickly, Harry wiped away
the single tear. Severus was not present at the teacher’s table and the boy
wondered how his lover... – another tear fell – ex-lover would react in their
potion’s class or in front of him. Would he be able to go on as if nothing had
happened?
When a third tear slid down
his cheek, Harry thought it was wisest to focus his mind on something else. He
heard Hermione speaking about her animagus transfiguration and tried to
concentrate himself only on that topic instead. He had to.
*******************************************
Not a glance. Not a single
glance. While for the three previous weeks, the man had wanted to have the boy
in his bed, had sucked his prick, made love with him, but now he wouldn’t look at him at all.
He was furious. He wanted
to smash everything. He wanted to scream. He wanted to hit the man. He wanted
to cry. He wanted to die.
Harry collapsed on the
bathroom floor and whispered, “He said he loved me.”
********************************************
Dean and Seamus had
returned to the Gryffindor’s common room. The first thing they have done was to
apologize to Harry without looking at him straight in his emerald eyes.
Harry had replied to them
that it was not important and not their fault if they had harassed him. They
left him still sheepish, but very relieved.
********************************************
Sitting on a couch of the
totally empty common room, the raven-haired boy was falling slowly into a
depressed state when he saw his two best friends entered in the House and,
immediately, looking at wor worriedly.
“Harry, what’s wrong?”
asked Hermione. “Are you suffering from side effects? Are you all right? Do you
want me to go find Madame Pomfrey?”
“No ‘Mione,” replied Harry.
“I’m perfectly fine.”
It was obvious that Harry
was lying. Ron and Hermione didn’t know why their friend was in that state, but
they could say that he was suffering a lot. And to see him like this was
breaking their hearts.
“Harry, you can tell us.
What’s wrong mate?”
“I’m in love.”
“Oh Harry, that’s
wonderful,” smiled Hermione.
“No, Herm’, it’s not
wonderful. He told me he loved me, but he doesn’t. He was lying. He was just
using me...he’s broken my heart.”
The young woman put a hand
on Harry’s arm and sat down the couch, near her friend.
“Who is it mate?” asked
Ron.
Harry looked at Hermione
and saw that she had guessed. And she wasn’t disgusted. She wasn’t judging him.
And he smiled, a sad smile. A least he had his best friends, except if Ron...
He looked up at the red-haired boy and took a deep breath. He felt Hermione
squeeze his hand.
“Snape.”
“Snape?” repeated Ron, his
jaw fell to the floor, eyes wide open, completely stunned.
“Yes,” replied Harry,
lowering his head, waiting for the insults. But none came.
He waited again. Nothing.
Then, “You really love him
mate?” asked Ron.
Harry looked back his
friend.
“More than anything or
anyone else,” he replied without a second of hesitation.
“God,” said Ron, trying to
recover from the shock.
Harry turned his head
towards Hermione.
The young woman was looking
intently into her friend’s eyes and she spoke more to herself than to Harry,
“So, he succeeded in seducing you.”
Harry grinned, remembering.
“In a manner of speaking, yes. It’s d, bd, but yes, he seduced me.”
Immediately, his smile
disappeared and his lips started to tremble. His head lowered again.
“He doesn’t love me though,
even if he had told me to the contrary.”
“Harry, perhaps it’s not a
matter of not loving you,” said Hermione very seriously.
“What are you talking
about?” asked the boy, taken aback.
“I think Professor Snape is
ashamed Harry.”
Harry lifted his head and
looked at her.
“Is it a shame to love me,
Hermione?”
“No, no, of course not,”
she replied, squeezing a hand on his forearm. “But he’s our teacher. And you
know that he’s very fussy about the rules. And also because you are...”
Hermione stopped talking
abruptly and bit her lip.
“Because I am Harry Potter,
that’s it?”
Very embarrassed and sad
for her friend, the girl nodded in agreement.
Harry sighed and stood up.
He ran a desperate hand on his hair and said, “I don’t know what to do, ‘Mione.
I’m completely lost. I can’t... He doesn’t look at me anymore. He doesn’t speak
to me. It’s like I am not here, that I am invisible. I can’t... anymore. I
can’t...”
A sob stopped him.
In her turn, Hermione stood
up and took her friend in her arm. Harry wrapped his own around her and began
to cry.
It was too unbearable to
see her best friend suffering like this. She had to do something. Anything.
“It’s so hard, ‘Mione.”
“Shhh. Don’t worry. He’ll
realize what he had within his grasp soon, I guarantee you.”
“What can I do?” asked
Harry without expecting a response.
“You have just one thing to
do,” said Hermione firmly.
The raven-haired young man
tilted his head up and gazed at her, questioning.
“You have to seduce him in
return.”
******************************************
“Harry, I’ve picked up some
books in the library to help you. And I’ve already thought about the physical
transformation you can do for the operation A. S. S.”
“Operation what?” exclaimed
Harry as Ron cut in, almost choking “Ass?”
“Not ass, Ron,” reprimanded
Hermione who blushed slightly. “But A. S. S. or Actions for Seducing Snape.”
Ron was shaking his head
and said to Harry, “After SPEW, she creates the ASS group.” He turned his head
towards his girlfriend and added “And why not operation S. H. A. G or Snape and
Harry’s Arses’ Gratitude?”
Harry laughed and Hermione
scowled.
“All right ‘Mione,” said
Harry a second later. “But I’d prefer Severus instead of Snape.”
“Okay, Harry. So it’s
‘Actions for Seducing Severus’.”
“God,”sperspered Ron still
shaking his head.
“Harry,” asked Hermione.
“Do you know what Severus likes about you and what are the things which drive
him completely crazy with desire?”
“God,” choked Ron, his
breath uneven.
“Yes,” replied the young
man.
“God,” murmured Ron again,
horrified.
“Good! Like this, we’ll be
able to make him literally drool over you again, but now only with your charm
Harry. You’ll tell me everything about that and I’ll help you with this
precious information,” said the girl.
“All right, ‘Mione,” said a
smiling Harry who was feeling a sparkle of hope burning in his heart. But
suddenly, he remembered something.
“And...” began the young
woman.
“Wait, Hermione, please,”
the raven-haired boy cut in, afraid. “You’d mentioned physical transformation?”
“Yes. You’re very beautiful
Harry, but some little modifications would be better for the operation and for
you. You’ll see, you won’t regret it.”
“I hope,” whispered the
boy, not reassured.
“God,” said Ron.