Twisted

Twisted:
Chapter 2:
On the last day of school, everyone was expected to be in the Great Hall for the end-of-term feast so Dumbldore could give some big speech about the exciting year and about the mourning since Cedric Diggory died. Snape didn’t think he could be near Dumbldore after what he’d done. So he stayed in his office until he could return home and see a summer full of Voldemort since Dumbldore wanted his victim as a spy. Just great. Snape wished they would just kill him and get it over with. But he would have to go through the torture and pain Death Eaters, Voldemort, and Dumbldore provided him.
Snape heard the door creek open and close. He looked up to see Potter standing there in his school uniform, robe in hand and tie loose. He stepped in closer and dropped his robe on the floor. He sat himself on Snape’s desk, facing his teacher. He waited until Snape looked up at him before he began talking.
“Why aren’t you at dinner?” Potter asked. Looking into the fourteen year-old’s eyes, he realized Potter knew he was having personal problems. Potter was far too concerned and snape was far too skinny. It was obvious he was starving himself and for a reason.
“Why don’t you like sex?” Snape asked.
Potter shrugged. “I just don’t.”
“There has to be a reason. If a teenager doesn’t like sex it’s usually for a reason,” Snape said. “Now, I’m not going to share my most intimate problems with you if you can’t do the same.”
“I….” Potter began before looking down at his hands which he began wringing. “Because…Sex is meaningless. It’s only a way to hurt people. I see it all the time. Rape, infidelity, and then those people who use people. Like you. Sex is just-”
Snape stopped his rant by clapping his hand over Potter’s mouth. A tear rolled down the side of his face.
“What do your relatives do to you?” Snape demanded. He had a very bad feeling about this.
“Aunt Petunia likes me to fuck her when Uncle Vernon is on a business trip. Dudley prefers blow jobs, but Uncle Vernon doesn’t want me like that. I’m just useless and probably carry some disease because I’m a stupid little whore. And I’m gay. He likes to hit me for that.”
Potter seemed relieved to have gotten that off of his chest. But the memory forced tears to his beautiful eyes.
“I understand what you mean,” Snape said quietly. “I don’t go to dinner because of what the headmaster did to me and I think you can figure that out. But sex is not meaningless or devoid of any emotion but lust. To some it is the proof of love and some do it out of hate. But it is the most amazing experience a human can go through, in my opinion. You only need to learn to enjoy it.”
“But-” Potter began.
Snape realy didn’t care to hear more complaints or confessions so Snape lightly pressed his lips to Potter’s. That shut him up. He made a surprised noise in the back of his throat, but wrapped his arms around his teacher’s neck. Slowly, Snape pushed his tongue into Harry’s…no, Potter’s mouth. The boy’s awkwardness told Snape he’d never been kissed before. When Snape pulled away, Potter was breathless.
“Was that good?” Snape asked quietly.
“Yes,” Potter replied.
Snape nodded and gently laid him down on the desk and with a wave of his wand their cloths were removed.
“Don’t let me use you, Potter,” Snape said. “I need you to relax and let go of everything you think is wrong about it because there is nothing wrong with feeling good.”
Potter nodded and Snape pulled the boy’s legs over his shoulders before entering the smaller body. Potter gasped and tried to relax his body. It still hurt, though, even after six detentions. He closed his eyes and allowed Snape to do what he always did. Then Snape hit something right, because Potter’s eyes flew open and he moaned. Snape hid a grin and continued pulled out and pushing back in and Potter joined in by pushing up against Snape, giving permission for him to go faster and harder.
“Oh my God,” Potter gasped right before both came at the same time.
“Now how do you feel about sex?” Snape asked as he put his feet back on the ground.
“It’s good as long as it’s with you,” Potter replied. “I better go and pack before Ron and Hermione get worried.”
“Enjoy your summer!” Snape called after him.
Where did that come from?
And his Dark Mark burned. A bad ending to a bad day. Snape disapparated to meet Voldemort and the death Eaters for his first meeting back.
And he was welcomed by a world of pain.
-Kirra and Kade