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Chapter 2: The Day After
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. The characters and the settings belong to J.K. Rowling, and i make no profit from this except for my own satisfaction and the pleasure I get from reading my reviews.
WARNING: This story contains adult scenes and situations which may offend some people, including slash, minor (16y.o) sex, and swearing.
Chapter 2.
It was almost two in the morning when Harry got back to his room. Ron was awake, sitting up in bed reading his book about the Chudley Cannons, but he put it down with a sympathetic look as Harry lay down on his own bed.
\"Well? What did the slimy git make you do this time?\"
It took a second before Harry realised what he was talking about; \"oh… the detention! Err… I wrote some lines.\"
Ron gave him a strange look, \"what else but the detention? Well at least you only got lines… last time I had detention he arranged with Filch to make me clean all the toilets on the first floor!\"
\"Oi mate, are you ok?\" Ron asked after his horror story didn\'t get the response he expected.
\"Yeah sorry mate, I\'m just tired.\" Tired didn\'t come close to the complete exhaustion he felt. Every muscle quivered with fatigue and the pain he hadn\'t felt earlier now made itself known- it burned and ached and he dreaded the next time he would have to go to the toilet. Ron settled down to sleep but despite his exhaustion Harry couldn\'t stop thinking… what had happened? It must have been a potion, he must have put it in the water, but could even Snape stoop that low? Surely he would go to Azkaban if anyone found out. So all Harry had to do was tell Dumbledore and he would be rid of Snape forever. He imagined going to see Dumbledore, looking in those twinkling blue eyes and explaining how Snape had given him a potion which made him want to sleep with him, he imagined understanding and sympathy filling his eyes; \"well Harry… I\'m so sorry. I\'m sorry I ever trusted Snape, he will have to go to Azkaban of course.\" But Dumbledore trusted Snape, had always trusted Snape, despite any evidence that he still worked for Voldemort. What if Dumbledore didn\'t believe him? What if he thought it was a lie to get rid of the teacher he had always despised, or worse, that Harry had wanted to sleep with him and was now looking for an excuse for his actions? What if he asked Snape about it and Snape said Harry had initiated it, had wanted it, and had enjoyed every moment of it- well technically he supposed he had initiated it, and he had certainly enjoyed it- but that was under the influence of the potion, surely Dumbledore would understand that. He imagined Dumbledore staring at him accusingly; \"I\'ve told you before Harry, Snape has my complete trust, if he says that you made inappropriate overtures to him during a detention then I believe him. And Harry you should know that this behaviour is entirely unacceptable. You will have to be expelled, I will not put up with this behaviour from any student, even you Harry.\" No he couldn\'t risk that, and he couldn\'t bear the thought of telling Ron or Hermione. Usually he could tell his two best friends anything, but he didn\'t want them to know he\'d slept with Snape. What would they think? What would they say if they knew about… a picture of Snape\'s long powerful body and big erect cock entered his mind, he felt again as it entered him, filled him, made him scream out with pleasure... Gods, he could never tell them that! Suddenly he realised his body had reacted to the memory; his erection was huge and throbbing. Horror filled him, how could that memory have that effect on him? He must still have the potion in his system! He would never forgive Snape for forcing him to think about him like that. It was already light before he managed to get to sleep, and then his dreams were filled with dark haired men forcing him to do things he didn\'t want to do and laughing at him as he did them.
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Snape woke the next day feeling refreshed. He\'d slept better than he had in years. Suddenly he remembered why; remembered the smooth hands, the hard cock, the eagerness of that warm soft mouth. He\'d wanted it. The famous Harry Potter had loved having the Slytherin house-heads cock up his arse. At first it was the potion but after that his young body had made its own demands known; he\'d come another 2 times before he\'d left, looking shocked and confused but not able to stop his eyes from raking Snape\'s still naked body one last time.
What would happen this afternoon in potions? Harry would have had time to think about what had happened. He would know it had been a potion of course. But would he realise the potion had worn off long before the night had ended? Probably not. The thought amused Snape. Harry wouldn\'t even realise that he really had wanted Snape, enjoyed their passion even without any outside influences. He will hate me for it, thought Snape, remembering how his eyes flashed green sparks when he was angry. And this afternoon? Will he expect another detention? Will he expect Snape to pursue him? The arrogant bastard probably would. Harry Potter: loved by all. Snape sneered, hating the thought that perhaps he had inflated the boy\'s ego even more.
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Harry sat at the back of the dungeon, he was nervous and shy. He didn\'t know what to expect. Should he confront Snape? Tell him he knew that he had illegally given him a potion to coerce Harry into sleeping with him? What if Snape gave him another detention? Could he actually believe Harry would ever accept another drink from him? Or would he just force it down his throat? Well this time Harry would do well in potions, there would be no excuse for another detention. Harry snorted; when had Snape ever needed a reason to give a Gryffindor a detention?
The dungeon door swang open and Snape swept in and glanced around the room. Harry tried to avoid looking at him, but somehow their eyes still met. Snape glanced away, no expression showing in his cold, dark eyes. A wave of anger flowed over Harry. How dare he pretend nothing has changed after what he did to me! Snape waved his wand; \"instructions on the board, and please try not to do quite so dismally as yesterday.\" Harry stared up at the board, determined to read every line twice and make no mistakes… which might have worked if it wasn\'t for the turmoil that was his mind at the moment. He was so angry; he couldn\'t stop himself glancing every few seconds at Snape, looking for some sign of acknowledgement, maybe even guilt for his actions. Snape didn\'t look up at Harry once. Within four lines Harry realised he\'d made a serious mistake. The instructions said the potion should be turning buttery yellow and emitting white steam… his was dark green and the smoke was grey and choking.
\"Potter, did you stir the potion twice in a clockwise direction before adding bark of elfwood?\"
\"No sir\" Harry choked. This was it, detention again, his heart beat fast and he saw again Snape standing naked before him…
\"Well it seems you do not care at all about passing his year, and Minerva is determined to help you become an Auror. Perhaps I should let her in on the secret that has been obvious to me for years; you are too impressed by your own intellect to notice how small it actually is.\" He emphasised the word \'small\' and glanced down at the front of Harry\'s robes as he said it. Harry burned with embarrassment and anger, not even noticing Malfoy\'s loud laugh of appreciation. \"50 points from Gryffindor, Potter\" Snape swung back to his desk.
Harry stared after him in confusion. He had just stopped himself from asking Snape if he was going to give him a detention. He\'d expected Snape to try again, after all Snape was obviously attracted to him… wasn\'t he? Why else give him the potion?
To humiliate him… to force him to submit to him! God he was stupid… was he really that arrogant? He really had thought Snape had wanted him! Now would Snape think that Harry wanted him? Would he think Harry had deliberately made a mistake on his potion? Trying to get another detention? Maybe Snape thought his plan had backfired… he\'d tried to humiliate Harry, thinking he would hate it, and instead he\'d enjoyed it and wanted to do it again. So now Snape would think Harry was gay, or worse, that Harry actually had a crush on him? Gods, he had to stop thinking about it. What did it matter what Snape thought? The man gave him a potion to make him sleep with him! The man was an evil, amoral monster!
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That night the dreams started. He\'d barely fallen asleep when Harry found himself once more in the dimly lit dungeon, sitting across from Snape. Snape was naked, his skin shining, he was marking papers, Harry got up and approached him and realised he too was naked, he felt himself get an erection as he looked at the naked man before him. Harry knelt down and took Snape in his mouth, gently sucking and teasing with his tongue. Snape ignored him, and Harry\'s movements got faster as he tried to elicit a response. Harry felt himself get more and more desperate, until he sat on Snape\'s lap, face to face with him, staring into his eyes. Snape stared back, face blank and uncaring. Harry started rolling his hips back and forward, feeling Snape\'s hard cock move inside him. He moved faster and faster, feeling his breath get shorter as the intensity built. He awoke just as he exploded, Snape\'s blank face and uncaring eyes still in his mind.
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Like i said before the first chapter was originally going to be a stand-alone story, but i just couldn\'t stop thinking about the story and what would happen next- I hope this chapter wasn\'t a dissapointment after the first. I\'ve put an effort into keeping everyone in character & thinking about how they would really act in this situation, so please review and let me know what you think.
WARNING: This story contains adult scenes and situations which may offend some people, including slash, minor (16y.o) sex, and swearing.
Chapter 2.
It was almost two in the morning when Harry got back to his room. Ron was awake, sitting up in bed reading his book about the Chudley Cannons, but he put it down with a sympathetic look as Harry lay down on his own bed.
\"Well? What did the slimy git make you do this time?\"
It took a second before Harry realised what he was talking about; \"oh… the detention! Err… I wrote some lines.\"
Ron gave him a strange look, \"what else but the detention? Well at least you only got lines… last time I had detention he arranged with Filch to make me clean all the toilets on the first floor!\"
\"Oi mate, are you ok?\" Ron asked after his horror story didn\'t get the response he expected.
\"Yeah sorry mate, I\'m just tired.\" Tired didn\'t come close to the complete exhaustion he felt. Every muscle quivered with fatigue and the pain he hadn\'t felt earlier now made itself known- it burned and ached and he dreaded the next time he would have to go to the toilet. Ron settled down to sleep but despite his exhaustion Harry couldn\'t stop thinking… what had happened? It must have been a potion, he must have put it in the water, but could even Snape stoop that low? Surely he would go to Azkaban if anyone found out. So all Harry had to do was tell Dumbledore and he would be rid of Snape forever. He imagined going to see Dumbledore, looking in those twinkling blue eyes and explaining how Snape had given him a potion which made him want to sleep with him, he imagined understanding and sympathy filling his eyes; \"well Harry… I\'m so sorry. I\'m sorry I ever trusted Snape, he will have to go to Azkaban of course.\" But Dumbledore trusted Snape, had always trusted Snape, despite any evidence that he still worked for Voldemort. What if Dumbledore didn\'t believe him? What if he thought it was a lie to get rid of the teacher he had always despised, or worse, that Harry had wanted to sleep with him and was now looking for an excuse for his actions? What if he asked Snape about it and Snape said Harry had initiated it, had wanted it, and had enjoyed every moment of it- well technically he supposed he had initiated it, and he had certainly enjoyed it- but that was under the influence of the potion, surely Dumbledore would understand that. He imagined Dumbledore staring at him accusingly; \"I\'ve told you before Harry, Snape has my complete trust, if he says that you made inappropriate overtures to him during a detention then I believe him. And Harry you should know that this behaviour is entirely unacceptable. You will have to be expelled, I will not put up with this behaviour from any student, even you Harry.\" No he couldn\'t risk that, and he couldn\'t bear the thought of telling Ron or Hermione. Usually he could tell his two best friends anything, but he didn\'t want them to know he\'d slept with Snape. What would they think? What would they say if they knew about… a picture of Snape\'s long powerful body and big erect cock entered his mind, he felt again as it entered him, filled him, made him scream out with pleasure... Gods, he could never tell them that! Suddenly he realised his body had reacted to the memory; his erection was huge and throbbing. Horror filled him, how could that memory have that effect on him? He must still have the potion in his system! He would never forgive Snape for forcing him to think about him like that. It was already light before he managed to get to sleep, and then his dreams were filled with dark haired men forcing him to do things he didn\'t want to do and laughing at him as he did them.
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Snape woke the next day feeling refreshed. He\'d slept better than he had in years. Suddenly he remembered why; remembered the smooth hands, the hard cock, the eagerness of that warm soft mouth. He\'d wanted it. The famous Harry Potter had loved having the Slytherin house-heads cock up his arse. At first it was the potion but after that his young body had made its own demands known; he\'d come another 2 times before he\'d left, looking shocked and confused but not able to stop his eyes from raking Snape\'s still naked body one last time.
What would happen this afternoon in potions? Harry would have had time to think about what had happened. He would know it had been a potion of course. But would he realise the potion had worn off long before the night had ended? Probably not. The thought amused Snape. Harry wouldn\'t even realise that he really had wanted Snape, enjoyed their passion even without any outside influences. He will hate me for it, thought Snape, remembering how his eyes flashed green sparks when he was angry. And this afternoon? Will he expect another detention? Will he expect Snape to pursue him? The arrogant bastard probably would. Harry Potter: loved by all. Snape sneered, hating the thought that perhaps he had inflated the boy\'s ego even more.
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Harry sat at the back of the dungeon, he was nervous and shy. He didn\'t know what to expect. Should he confront Snape? Tell him he knew that he had illegally given him a potion to coerce Harry into sleeping with him? What if Snape gave him another detention? Could he actually believe Harry would ever accept another drink from him? Or would he just force it down his throat? Well this time Harry would do well in potions, there would be no excuse for another detention. Harry snorted; when had Snape ever needed a reason to give a Gryffindor a detention?
The dungeon door swang open and Snape swept in and glanced around the room. Harry tried to avoid looking at him, but somehow their eyes still met. Snape glanced away, no expression showing in his cold, dark eyes. A wave of anger flowed over Harry. How dare he pretend nothing has changed after what he did to me! Snape waved his wand; \"instructions on the board, and please try not to do quite so dismally as yesterday.\" Harry stared up at the board, determined to read every line twice and make no mistakes… which might have worked if it wasn\'t for the turmoil that was his mind at the moment. He was so angry; he couldn\'t stop himself glancing every few seconds at Snape, looking for some sign of acknowledgement, maybe even guilt for his actions. Snape didn\'t look up at Harry once. Within four lines Harry realised he\'d made a serious mistake. The instructions said the potion should be turning buttery yellow and emitting white steam… his was dark green and the smoke was grey and choking.
\"Potter, did you stir the potion twice in a clockwise direction before adding bark of elfwood?\"
\"No sir\" Harry choked. This was it, detention again, his heart beat fast and he saw again Snape standing naked before him…
\"Well it seems you do not care at all about passing his year, and Minerva is determined to help you become an Auror. Perhaps I should let her in on the secret that has been obvious to me for years; you are too impressed by your own intellect to notice how small it actually is.\" He emphasised the word \'small\' and glanced down at the front of Harry\'s robes as he said it. Harry burned with embarrassment and anger, not even noticing Malfoy\'s loud laugh of appreciation. \"50 points from Gryffindor, Potter\" Snape swung back to his desk.
Harry stared after him in confusion. He had just stopped himself from asking Snape if he was going to give him a detention. He\'d expected Snape to try again, after all Snape was obviously attracted to him… wasn\'t he? Why else give him the potion?
To humiliate him… to force him to submit to him! God he was stupid… was he really that arrogant? He really had thought Snape had wanted him! Now would Snape think that Harry wanted him? Would he think Harry had deliberately made a mistake on his potion? Trying to get another detention? Maybe Snape thought his plan had backfired… he\'d tried to humiliate Harry, thinking he would hate it, and instead he\'d enjoyed it and wanted to do it again. So now Snape would think Harry was gay, or worse, that Harry actually had a crush on him? Gods, he had to stop thinking about it. What did it matter what Snape thought? The man gave him a potion to make him sleep with him! The man was an evil, amoral monster!
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That night the dreams started. He\'d barely fallen asleep when Harry found himself once more in the dimly lit dungeon, sitting across from Snape. Snape was naked, his skin shining, he was marking papers, Harry got up and approached him and realised he too was naked, he felt himself get an erection as he looked at the naked man before him. Harry knelt down and took Snape in his mouth, gently sucking and teasing with his tongue. Snape ignored him, and Harry\'s movements got faster as he tried to elicit a response. Harry felt himself get more and more desperate, until he sat on Snape\'s lap, face to face with him, staring into his eyes. Snape stared back, face blank and uncaring. Harry started rolling his hips back and forward, feeling Snape\'s hard cock move inside him. He moved faster and faster, feeling his breath get shorter as the intensity built. He awoke just as he exploded, Snape\'s blank face and uncaring eyes still in his mind.
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Like i said before the first chapter was originally going to be a stand-alone story, but i just couldn\'t stop thinking about the story and what would happen next- I hope this chapter wasn\'t a dissapointment after the first. I\'ve put an effort into keeping everyone in character & thinking about how they would really act in this situation, so please review and let me know what you think.