Extreme Seduction

Chapter 19 : Are you ready Mr Snape






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Chapter 19 : Are you ready Mr Snape ?

 

When the bell rang, Harry
grinned.

 

The dungeon door opened and
Professor Snape spoke sharply, telling his students to enter.

 

Harry rushed to his place
at the back of the room with Ron and Hermione. They smiled at their friend,
knowing what he would be doing during the lesson. The raven-haired boy smiled
back in confidence. ‘I’ll succeed with Severus and I’ll ensure his happiness as
well as mine.’

 

“Today,” Snape said in a
very low voice, “You’ll write a short essay on the properties of green tea
leaves when used in potions and what the consequences are when mixing this
plant with unicorn horn powder and essence of white nettle. You have twenty
minutes. Afterwards, we will begin our new potion.”

 

All the students out took
their parchment, ink and quill and started to write quietly.

 

Harry wrote as fast as he
could to complete the essay so he would have the time necessary to carry out
his plan. Five minutes later, he looked up at his professor and saw that the
man was grading some other papers. He could begin his plan.

 

‘We’ll see if you can
ignore me any longer Severus,’ thought the Gryffindor boy as he took another
quill – one of the greatest creations the Weasley brothers had come up with.

 

He whispered discreetly to
the invention, ‘Severus Snape’. Then he started to write on his table, close to
his parchment.

 

The red ink had been, sort
of, swallowed by the wood and the words disappeared from his table and
re-appeared on his potions master’s desk.

 

Severus jumped as he saw
some words suddenly appear on his desk. Who could write to him that way? And
how were they doing it? Suspiciously, his eyes travelled towards a black-haired
young man and wandered over him for a moment. But the boy appeared to be
writing on his parchment. Then he turned his gaze to the rest of the students
and saw that they were also writing their essays.

 

He glanced at the red words
on his desk then back to Harry. It couldn’t be anyone else other than him.

 

‘I want you.’

 

It was Harry, Severus was
sure of it, but... but how could he do that? With what?

 

Severus lowered his head,
but this time there was no inscription on the wood. The man glanced back at
Harry, at his own desk, then at Harry and sighed. He took the paper he had been
reading and focused his attention on it.

 

Harry grinned and pushed
his essay a little farther to the side. He grabbed his magical feather and
wrote another short message on the table.

 

Severus raised an eyebrow
as he saw red ink appear on the third-year essay, which was not due to his own
comments. He lifted the paper and glanced at his desk, the words were on the
wood. He looked back at the parchment. No odd inscription could be seen on it.
He put down the student’s essay. The words re-appeared on the paper.

 

The man looked once more at
Harry and fixed his gaze intently on the young man. No one else would write to
him saying, ‘I dream of you every day and every night,’ except Harry. But how
to really tell for sure it was the young man? Severus narrowed his eyes as he
thought of the only possible solution. He grabbed the third-year essay once
again and pretended to read and grade it, but he was looking at Harry from the
corner of his eye.

 

Harry was laughing inside
at Severus’ attempts. He was aware that Severus suspected him and was eyeing
him, so he continued to write on his parchment.

 

“Professor Snape?” a
Slytherin called out.

 

“Yes, Miss Parkinson?”

 

Harry didn’t listen to the girl. Quickly,
he caught the spelled quill and wrote on his table, ‘I want you in my life and in
my bed for all eternity.’

 

When he had finished
answering his student’s question, Severus tightened his teeth as he saw the
words marked on his desk and glanced at Harry.

 

‘It’s him. I know it’s
him,’ he thought. ‘He plays at being the innocent, but I know he isn’t. He’s
not an angel. He was so eager in bed when... No! And now, everyone could
see his new tight shirt and trousers underneath those robes... under his
robes, Merlin! He has such... NO!’

 

The black-haired man his his eyes wander
over that body which he knew was beautiful and asked himself, ‘Who has he
changed his physical appearance for? Is it for me... or for another boy?’
Severus felt a wave of jealousy invade him and tried to suppress those feeling
and thoughts.

 

Harry was so gorgeous
looking like that. ‘No! Stop!’ he said to himself furiously. He closed
his eyes and breathed deeply.

 

When Snape finished
fighting against the natural inclination of his mind and heart in thinking and
loving Harry, he lowered his head to continue his work and saw new words appear
on the wood.

 

‘Don’t read them, don’t
read them,’ he repeated to himself.

 

He couldn’t resist and read
them, ‘I need you Severus, so much and I miss you my love. Come back to me.’

 

Severus swallowed hard and
got up suddenly, “Time is up. Put down your quills and give me your essays.”

 

A few minutes later they
were preparing their potion and Harry noticed that Severus didn’t spend very
much time near him, nor say a word about his potion. Even when he had made nary
a mistake in making a potion, before the attraction Snape would always yell at
with him with rude, snide comments, but now he got nothing.

 

‘Nothing.’ Harry blinked
rapidly to prevent the tears forming in his eyes from falling and tried to
focus his thoughts instead on the hope he had. He knew his love still desired
him.

 

‘I must think of that,’
thought Harry sadly. ‘He desires me. It hasn’t changed. But does he love me?
No, don’t think like that. He does desire me. He does want me... But he doesn’t
want my heart to be full of love for him. No! He desires me, he desires
me...’ The mantra was repeated over and over inside his mind, it was literally
the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

 

The bell rang ninety
minutes later and Severus sighed. It had been an extremely difficult class for
him. When all the students had left the room, he cradled his head with his
hands and closed his eyes. He forced himself to breathe normally and a few
seconds later he re-opened his eyelids.

 

Now, he would be able to
concentrate on the third year’s essays. He picked up his quill, lowered his
head to finish grading the papers in front of him and saw red ink once more.

 

‘I love you,’ remained
visible and the words were enclosed by an arrow-pierced heart.

 

Severus moaned while a tear
fell down his cheek.

 

 

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“Seamus, can I talk with
you please?”

 

The young blond Gryffindor
looked at his classmate and replied, “Er, sure Harry.”

 

Ron and Hermione, while
they waited for their friend as he talked to Seamus and were busy plotting the
second mission for Harry to seduce Severus Snape, jumped when a soft voice
spoke up behind them.

 

“Hello.”

 

Together the two turned
their heads to see the smiling face of the Headmaster.

 

“Oh, Professor Dumbledore!
Good evening,” replied Hermione, along with Ron.

 

“Done! We can go now.
Ooohhh, Professor Dumbledore!” said Harry, who just rejoined his friends.

 

“Hello, Harry!”

 

“Hello, Professor!”

 

“Harry, I’ve come to see
you. I have something important to tell you.”

 

“Oh, er-.” He turned his
gaze towards his friends and said to them, “You two go eat without me. I’ll
meet up with you both later.”

 

“Okay mate,”
answered Ron, who was starving. He grabbed the arm of his girlfriend and they
continued their way towards the Great Hall.

 

“Harry, I don’t want anyone
to overhear what I have to say to you, so come into this classroom.”

 

The young man followed the
Headmaster and closed the door.

 

“It’s about your potions
professor,” Dumbledore said, eyeing Harry intently.

 

“Oh!”

 

“I know that you and your
friends have a... mission, whose name is rather... original,” smiled
Dumbledore.

 

Harry’s eyes widened in
surprise and he blushed.

 

“And I wanted to tell you
that I was afraid that Severus would react like he did, without that mysterious
attraction in affect. I know you love him and I really think he loves you, but
be careful Harry. He has suffered a lot in his life and he has built a wall
around himself to protect his heart. You have pierced that wall and he could
react badly towards you in order to keep himself from being hurt. Be patient,
but determined.”

 

Harry was extremely stunned
to hear the old wizard say that to him.

 

“No rule or law is against
you in this endeavour and I want happiness for the both of you, so I permitted
myself to give you this advice.”

 

“Thank you, Professor. I-”

 

“I know what you want to
say to me Harry or rather to ask, but I can’t answer you.”&nbs 

The young man was even more
stunned now. Did the Headmaster understand how he felt as well?

 

“No, Professor Dumbledore,
I just...”

 

“I really know what you
want Harry, but you know that I can’t give you the password to Professor
Snape’s quarters...”

 

“I don’t...”

 

“... Severus trusts in my
discretion and we have confidence in each other...”

 

“Of cour...”

 

“... I know what your
feelings are and I would be happy to help you, but really I can’t...”

 

“Yes, but I didn’t ask...”

&nb
“
“... I can’t tell you that
his password now is Slytherin pride, it would be like a betrayal, you
understand. And I don’t want to betray Severus...”

 

“.........”

 

“... No, I can’t do that,
so please Harry, don’t ask it of me.”

 

His eyes grew incredibly
large as the young Gryffindor continued to gaze at the school’s director, all
while trying to not let his jaw drop.

 

There was a short silence,
then Harry spoke, “Al - Alright... Professor. I- I won’t ask you.”

 

Dumbledore nodded silently
and seriously.

 

Then the boy approached the
closed door and stuttered, “I – I have to – to – go”.

 

Dumbledore nodded in
agreement again, saying, “Of course Harry, you can leave now. And...I’m sorry
that I wasn’t able to answer your question.”

 

The old man winked at him
quickly and this time, Harry’s jaw did drop and he nodded like an automaton.

 

“Good-bye, Harry,” the old
man said softly, whose eyes were sparkling madly with delight.

 

“Good-bye – Professor.”

 

Harry regained the use of
his legs and left the classroom quickly, grinning.

 

He took the way to the
dungeons and whispered, “Be ready Severus, I coming.”

 

 

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Severus didn’t go to
dinner. He was relaxing in his bath, trying to forget that horrible day and
that awful lesson with the Gryffindor seventh years... the one that Harry was
in. He didn’t want to think that tomorrow he would have another lesson with
him.

 

“Damn that boy and his
delicious body,” he said aloud.

 

“Are you sure?” responded a
low voice – oh so familiar- to the man.

 

Severus jumped and
stiffened in his bath. Quickly, he turned his head towards the raven-haired,
emerald-eyed, young man with a sexy body and his face showed all his horror.

 

“POTTER!”

 

“So, Severus? Are you sure
you want me to be damned or perhaps you would prefer to just have this
delicious body all for yourself, my love?” Harry murmured as he let his robes
fall to the floor and he began to undo his tight shirt.

&nb
“
“Do you like my new clothes
and appearance? I’ve done all this, just for you. I want to seduce you. I want
you, my Severus.”

 

Severus was so amazed by
the sight before him and the words coming from Harry’s mouth that he couldn’t
do or say anything. He could only gaze at Harry’s muscled torso and at his
thighs, which were now naked. And when the boy took off his black pair of
boxers, the man swallowed hard and looked, mesmerized at the beauty he had
standing in front of him.

 

“Harry,” he whispered.

 

“Yes, Sev?” Harry asked
softly, entering the hot, foamy water.

 

“No,” the man murmured.

 

“Yes!” the young man
replied as he grabbed Severus’ neck and squeezed their bodies together in order
to capture the other man’s lips.

 

Harry was eager. He was
starving for this man. Severus had been forced to loosen his teeth by the hot
tongue that wanted to enter his mouth and his student could taste the flavour
of his love once more.

 

‘It has been far too long,’
Harry thought, as his tongue slid against his professor’s.

 

Severus moaned and
responded slowly to the kiss. He didn’t want what was happening, but it was so
delicous. Harry was so soft, so... No!

 

“NO!” He pushed the boy
away, then grabbed at him to put him outside of the tub.

 

Unbalanced, Harry was
hoisted up onto his potions master’s shoulder and watched as the other man
picked up his clothes quickly and walk hurriedly tos ths the door. Severus
opened it and lowered Harry until the boy stood up on his feet. Then threw the
young man’s clothes at him and slammed the door violently.

 

It had all happened too
quickly for Harry to react to, but now that he stood naked in the corridor, he
grabbed his wand, performed a drying spell and got dressed as fast as he could.


 

He looked at the closed
door and whispered, “Alright Severus, you may have won this time, but you did
kiss me back. I know you wanted it too. I’ll have you, my love, be sure of
that!”

 

As he left the dungeons,
Harry was even more determined than ever. Severus had perhaps rejected him once
again, he had pushed him away, naked into the corridor, but now he had
everything needed in his grasp to begin the A. S. S. 2 and he was ready to
fight for his love’s heart.

 

He grinned and whispered,
“And you Mr Snape, are you ready?” Harry didn’t think so.