Bliss (The story)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
27,918
Reviews:
73
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 2
It was Saturday. Harry had spent it like most, lounging around the common room and talking to his friends. It was nice outside and they kept nagging at him to take a walk around the lake, but Harry didn’t want to. He was still really sore from his detention and although Snape had given him a potion to help with that, it didn’t do as much good as he’d hoped. He really didn’t want or feel the need to move.
Soon the clock rang to tell them that it was seven and Harry bid goodnight to his friends and made his way slowly to the Dungeons for his detention. He wasn’t suppose to be there until 7:30, but he figured that if he walked slow enough that he’d make it there just before he was told to be there.
As he walked he thought about the night before and wondered if tonight would be the same. The young Gryffindor was disappointed when he arrived in the doorway of the potions class room to find Draco Malfoy there working on a potion. He entered anyway, hoping that the Slytherin wouldn’t stay long.
Snape greeted him as he walked into the rather dark room, “Potter, you‘re early. Well since you‘re here, you might as well get started. You can finish cleaning out those cabinets and then you can work on some lines.”
Harry, feeling slightly dejected began to finish the task that he was given the night before; the task that he didn’t get to finish because he was distracted by the hard, throbbing cock shoved so far up his ass that he could still feel it if he concentrated enough.
About an hour later the youth looked up from the last cabinet to find that Draco was gone. He washed his hands and took a seat at a front desk, waiting for his professor to acknowledge him.
Snape felt eyes on him and looked up to find Harry staring back at him, watching with intent, “Well, write I will work on my own potion and only my own potion.”
Harry, seeming a caught a little off guard since last night, just managed to stare Blankley at his teacher, “but…”
“But what, Potter?”
“Last night…” Harry’s words were barely a whisper.
The potions master put down the quill he was using to grade papers before he responded. He should have known that the boy would have thought more of the act, for that was all it was, an act. He thought that he could teach the young man that he wasn’t ready to even think about being with an older wizard, let alone someone as skilled as himself.
“Last night was just that, it was last night and it won‘t happen again. You can get that idea out of your head. You are my student and nothing more, I don‘t feel for you, I meant only to teach you a lesson. If you think that there is something between us, you need to get over that because there is nothing, nor could there ever be anything between us,” he said, hoping to have put the boy off completely and to make him realize that he wasn’t interested.
“Yes, sir,” Harry said as he bowed his head and took out a piece of parchment and a quill and begun doing his lines.
As he wrote, he thought of what Snape had said. How could he think that now after what they had done. Harry had had sex with him, in this room, he thought that the older man felt something for him. Why else would he have bent him over a desk and taken him like he did. Why did he give him that potion when he was finished if he didn’t care? Well it didn’t matter anymore, did it, because Snape had said exactly how he felt and there was nothing that could change that.
After a while, Harry had resigned himself to writing and put all thoughts of the greasy git in the back of his mind, he would think about them later, when he wasn’t sitting in the same room as the man he so desired.
He was so busy writing that he jumped when Snape announced to him that his detention was over and that he could return to his dormitory after placing his lines on his desk.
When Harry arrived back in his dorm the common room was empty, so he went straight upstairs to change and climb into bed, hoping that tonight he wouldn’t be plagued by nightmares of Voldemort.
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AN: Sorry if it's a bit OOC for Snape, I tried! Please Review, even if you didn't like it, I'd still like to know what you thought! -MorningStar
Soon the clock rang to tell them that it was seven and Harry bid goodnight to his friends and made his way slowly to the Dungeons for his detention. He wasn’t suppose to be there until 7:30, but he figured that if he walked slow enough that he’d make it there just before he was told to be there.
As he walked he thought about the night before and wondered if tonight would be the same. The young Gryffindor was disappointed when he arrived in the doorway of the potions class room to find Draco Malfoy there working on a potion. He entered anyway, hoping that the Slytherin wouldn’t stay long.
Snape greeted him as he walked into the rather dark room, “Potter, you‘re early. Well since you‘re here, you might as well get started. You can finish cleaning out those cabinets and then you can work on some lines.”
Harry, feeling slightly dejected began to finish the task that he was given the night before; the task that he didn’t get to finish because he was distracted by the hard, throbbing cock shoved so far up his ass that he could still feel it if he concentrated enough.
About an hour later the youth looked up from the last cabinet to find that Draco was gone. He washed his hands and took a seat at a front desk, waiting for his professor to acknowledge him.
Snape felt eyes on him and looked up to find Harry staring back at him, watching with intent, “Well, write I will work on my own potion and only my own potion.”
Harry, seeming a caught a little off guard since last night, just managed to stare Blankley at his teacher, “but…”
“But what, Potter?”
“Last night…” Harry’s words were barely a whisper.
The potions master put down the quill he was using to grade papers before he responded. He should have known that the boy would have thought more of the act, for that was all it was, an act. He thought that he could teach the young man that he wasn’t ready to even think about being with an older wizard, let alone someone as skilled as himself.
“Last night was just that, it was last night and it won‘t happen again. You can get that idea out of your head. You are my student and nothing more, I don‘t feel for you, I meant only to teach you a lesson. If you think that there is something between us, you need to get over that because there is nothing, nor could there ever be anything between us,” he said, hoping to have put the boy off completely and to make him realize that he wasn’t interested.
“Yes, sir,” Harry said as he bowed his head and took out a piece of parchment and a quill and begun doing his lines.
As he wrote, he thought of what Snape had said. How could he think that now after what they had done. Harry had had sex with him, in this room, he thought that the older man felt something for him. Why else would he have bent him over a desk and taken him like he did. Why did he give him that potion when he was finished if he didn’t care? Well it didn’t matter anymore, did it, because Snape had said exactly how he felt and there was nothing that could change that.
After a while, Harry had resigned himself to writing and put all thoughts of the greasy git in the back of his mind, he would think about them later, when he wasn’t sitting in the same room as the man he so desired.
He was so busy writing that he jumped when Snape announced to him that his detention was over and that he could return to his dormitory after placing his lines on his desk.
When Harry arrived back in his dorm the common room was empty, so he went straight upstairs to change and climb into bed, hoping that tonight he wouldn’t be plagued by nightmares of Voldemort.
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AN: Sorry if it's a bit OOC for Snape, I tried! Please Review, even if you didn't like it, I'd still like to know what you thought! -MorningStar