Dirty Little Secret

Story: Dirty Little Secret

Author: gorgeousbowneyes

Chapter: Chapter One

Rating: NC-17 in later chapters.

Warnings: Violence, abuse, dub-con, character death, some BDSM

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the Potterverse does not belong to me it all belongs to JK Rowling and her publishers and affiliates. Also, the idea for this story comes from the video on youtube by the same name. You can find the video at www dot youtube dot com / watch?v n3j5rf7zM but in the normal form.

Summary (from original video): After some insistence from Snape, Harry becomes involved in what he thinks will be some very exciting, passionate sex "classes" with his older and more experienced teacher. Soon, but still too late, he realises he is falling deeper and deeper into a terrible nightmare with only one way out. Will the price be too high to pay?

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Dirty Little Secret

By gorgeousbowneyes

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Chapter One


Harry was sitting in a holding room used for questioning. He’d admitted to the crime, but the authorities still wanted the whole story. Currently they were waiting for an appropriate individual adult and his legal representation to arrive, so they wouldn’t enter the room with him, save risk accusations of receiving inadmissible evidence or false testimony. Arthur Weasley, as he worked at the Ministry and knew all the laws back to front and off by heart was to be his legal representation and Remus Lupin was coming to be the individual adult separate of the police as Harry was under seventeen. Harry was scared. Scared to have to tell his story to the police and Arthur and Lupin. He didn’t want to tell any of them what had happened to him. It was his dirty little secret and he didn’t want a soul to know. But it had been splashed all over the paper that Harry was a murderer, had killed Severus Snape. He supposed there was no turning back now.

If he pleaded guilty to the charges he would be sent to Azkaban for life straight away. He had killed in cold blood, totally aware of what he was doing. But could he plead self defence? Provocation? Insanity? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he didn’t want to go to jail for a crime that he was forced to commit because of the actions of one Severus Snape. It was all Snape’s fault that he was in this position and it should be Snape going to jail, not him. But then Snape was dead. And it was his fault. But he wouldn’t have had to do it if it wasn’t for that evil, vindictive, and vicious bastard.

Just then the door to the cold sterile room rattled and opened and two Auror’s whose jobs were to question the accused entered, closely followed by Arthur and Remus. He sighed. This was it. He would have to tell his dirty story.

“Harry!” Arthur rushed to him and he stood quickly, Arthur wrapping him in a giant hug. Harry was stiff, not quick to return the hug, but eventually relaxed and hugged back. Arthur finally released him and almost immediately after he was caught up in another hug from Remus.

“We were all so worried about you in here! What’s happened? Are you alright?” Remus asked in a rush.

“I’m….well I’m not fine. But still I’m happy to see you both” In a way, he didn’t add. Them being here made everything so much harder, so much harder to tell his gruesome tale.

“Well, now that you’ve said your hellos, we really must be getting on with business,” one of the Auror’s said. “My name is Ben Jenks, this is my partner Wendel Shirks.” He walked to the mirror on one side of the room and tapped it. It must be a one way mirror, Harry thought. “The recording of this session has begun. Mr Harry James Potter, you are accused of the murder of Severus Snape. Mr Potter do you understand the implications of that? Keep in mind you don’t have to answer any questions because of the right to silence.”

“I understand.” Harry replied.

“Harry, do you want to tell just Arthur and me what actually happened first so we can decided the best course of action with the authorities?” Remus said.

“No, I’d rather just tell my story, tell you all what happened. It’s rather long, and I’d rather only have to relive it once.”

“I don’t know if that’s wise,” Arthur said to him. “There could be incriminating evidence and it could be detrimental to you case.”

“I don’t care!” Harry suddenly yelled. “I killed a man, a vile, disgusting, vindictive, sadistic man, but all the same I killed. I need to tell you the full story for you to understand. And, as I said, I only want to do this once. So please, just let me tell my story.”

“OK, Harry. Go ahead.”

They all took seats, Harry between Remus and Arthur, the Auror’s facing him on the other side of the steel metal table.

“I suppose I should start from the beginning. It started in October last year. Snape had been giving me quite a bit more attention than what he used to…”

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Snape stormed into their potions classroom in a huff, the door banging loudly behind him. He marched to the front of the classroom and barked out some orders to begin brewing the potion that was on the board. His eyes grazed over to where Harry was sitting and his eyes connected with the boy’s. He slowly advanced towards where the boy was sitting.

“Mr Potter. Why do have no ingredients on your desk yet?”

‘I haven’t yet gone to retrieve my supplies, sir.” Harry said, hoping not to anger the teacher this early into the lesson.

“Well, get to it, Potter,” he hissed. Harry scrambled to get out of his chair and get to the supply closet. Snape’s eyes followed him all the way there. Was it just him, or was Snape’s behaviour towards him different this year? He’d been catching his eye and looking at him quite often recently, and it unnerved him. Once he’d gathered the required ingredients he moved back to his desk and started preparing the ingredients. Snape stalked around the room inspecting the class’s progress with the potion and making snide comments about all the Gryffindor’s efforts. When he made his way over to Harry’s desk, he was behind their row of desks and was effectively situated behind them. He leaned over to inspect the way Harry was chopping the mandrake root, and Harry was all of a sudden uncomfortable with how close his professor was. He felt his breath on his neck and he could have sworn the Potions Master was lightly breathing on him on purpose. It was turning him on slightly. Harry shifted so that that breath no longer touched his skin, to stop it from driving him mad.

“Potter!” Snape yelled, standing up to his full height once more. “What do you call this?”

“Chopped mandrake root?”

“Indeed. Looks more like mutilated mandrake root. Start again!”

Harry sighed, banished his mutilated roots, and headed towards the supply closet for some more. He searched through the shelves but was having trouble finding them. Snape had noticed his prolonged absence obviously, although no one else had. He silently moved over to the supply closet and entered. The closet was small and they were in close proximity to each other.

“What’s taking you so long, Potter?” Snape said, in a husky deep voice. Not loud and barking like usual, but slow, almost sensual.

“Nothing, sir, I just can’t find the mandrake root.”

“I must be out of the usual stock.” He moved past Harry, their bodies brushing together ever so slightly. He was now on the other side of the supply closet and had to reach up to the top shelf, above Harry’s head for the big jar of it. Harry swore he was doing it on purpose to make their sides rub closer and closer together. When Snape finally had the mandrake root down, he passed some to Harry. “There’s your root,” he said, with an emphasis on the word root. Harry blushed suddenly and ducked his head, rushing from the supply cupboard, mandrake root in hand.

Was it just him or was Snape flirting with him?

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“Snape was flirting with you?” Arthur exclaimed.

Harry buried his head into his hands. “Yes, he was. I didn’t fully know that at the time, although I had my suspicions.” He looked back up.

“But what does this have to do with his murder?” Shirks said.

“Everything,” Harry replied. “Let me keep going. There is quite a bit more. As I said, my story is quite long.”

“Well, please continue.” Jenks said.

“So, I wasn’t to find out what he had meant by these subtle flirtations until later in the month, a week before Halloween to be exact. He became more assertive with what he wanted at last. He’d been driving me insane, I had no idea what was going on with him, and I thought that maybe I was developing a crush on him…”

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“Harry! It’s your turn! So Truth or Dare mate?” Ron exclaimed. The five sixth year boys were gathered around the centre of their dorm room, a couple empty bottles of butterbear scattered around the floor, while each boy held a bottle of their own. It was Friday night and none of them had wanted to sleep, plus Ron had gotten hold of some butterbear off of his brothers, the twins. So in their semi-tipsy state they had decided to play spin the bottle Truth and Dare. Instead of kissing the person the bottle landed on, they had to choose Truth or Dare instead. Ron had just spun the bottle and it had landed on Harry.

“Ummmm….” Harry stalled.

“C’mon!” Seamus exclaimed. “Make your choice!!”

“All right, all right. Truth.”

“Awww, man, you whimped out on us mate!” Dean exclaimed. They all laughed. Everyone knew Dean was all for the dares, and was great at coming up with them as well.

‘Ah, well. What should I ask him guys?” They huddled together to decide on a question. Harry shook his head. He was expecting a question about Voldemort or something of the like. What he didn’t expect was what the question they gave him.

“OK, Harry. Who do you like? Who’s the mystery girl that has your attention so often these days?” Ron asked.

“Yeah, who’s the girl that’s had you with a constant hard-on the past few days?” Seamus said, laughingly.

Harry was gob smacked. What kind of question was that? They’d noticed he’d been having issues with his hormones the past few days???

“Um…..”

“C’mon Harry! Remember it’s Truth or Dare, you have to be totally honest. We all have been!”

Neville snickered and so did Ron. Dean was talking about the fact that Dean had been going out with a Pansy Parkinson for a year and hadn’t told anyone.

“Um, well OK. First up, there is no girl.”

“What? You can’t give us that! We’ve seen you mooning after someone Harry!”

“Yeah, but it’s not a girl.”

Silence. It took the slightly inebriated boys a little while to catch on.

“Shit! Are you saying it’s a bloke?” Ron demanded. Harry nodded silently. Looks of horror and awe and disbelief crossed his friends’ faces and he knew they weren’t taking it well. He had to get out of that room. They hadn’t accepted it. They didn’t like that he was gay. He couldn’t tell them that he had a crush on Snape to boot. He had to get out of there. He grabbed a sweater and shoes, and rushed out of the room, down the stairs and out of the common room. He was out in the corridors now.

Thoughts were rushing through his head. His friends hadn’t accepted him. They couldn’t handle him being gay. He shouldn’t have said anything. How could he even think that they would understand? He was abnormal. He shouldn’t like men. He shouldn’t! No one would ever understand the way he felt, he was such an outcast, he shouldn’t have said anything. Now they all hated him.

He was walking the corridors aimlessly. He hadn’t watched where he was going, just walked and walked, thoughts filling his head. He was despairing. What would he do? His best friends hadn’t accepted him. He was a freak.

He suddenly realised he was close to the dungeons, close to Snape’s quarters. How had he ended up here? Maybe his subconscious had taken him here, towards the man who had been captivating him for the past few weeks or so. Was it just him who felt this way? Or had Snape actually been showing signs of interest in him? He’d like to think so, but maybe that was just it. Maybe he was developing such a crush to the stage that he was imagining interaction between them that wasn’t really there. But if it hadn’t been for that interaction would he have had any interest in Snape at all? It was all so confusing. He kept walking, but all of a sudden a door opened to his right. There was the man who had him so confused, there was Snape. He was standing in the doorway of his private store room. Shit, he was out of bed after hours, slightly tipsy (he wouldn’t exactly say drunk, who gets drunk off butterbear??) and Snape had caught him. Shit.

“Potter, what are you doing here?” Snape said, in a curious voice. It surprised Harry. He had been expecting a sharp reprimand and a points deduction, before being told he had detention and then told to get back to bed.

“I…I couldn’t sleep, sir.”

“Oh, well in that case, by all means Potter, you’re welcome to roam the corridors after hours.” Ah. There is was. The reprimand he knew was coming.

“Sorry sir.”

“What are you apologising for?” Snape asked. He seemed genuinely curious.

“For…being out of bed after hours?”

“No your not. You’re sorry for getting caught and nothing else.” Snape said, almost humorously. “Come with me, Potter.”

Harry looked at him confused. Normally the teachers just sent them straight back to bed, but maybe Snape had decided to take this further than reducing points and was taking it to Dumbledore? Surely he wouldn’t do that?

“Don’t look at me like that, just do as I say and come with me. I have a proposition for you.”

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“A proposition?” Jenks asked. He was getting caught up in the story.

“Yes.”

“Well, what was it?” Shirks asked. He too was getting into the story. It was intriguing to say the least.

“He wanted to teach me, in a way. In some ‘extra classes’ that he doesn’t give to just anyone.” Harry took a deep breath. Here it was. This was it. He’d have to tell them at some stage right? So just do it and tell them already.

“He lead me to his private study. He said I should come in and sit down, offered me a drink before he got into any details. I declined, not trusting and kind of liquid from a Potions Master. There was a sofa, so I took it that this room doubled as his living room, and I sat down there. It was strange, being in his private rooms. I’d never before been in a teacher’s private rooms, let alone Snape’s. He moved about for a bit, and finally took to standing near the fire where he proceeded to tell me what he wanted.”

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AN: OK so that was the lovely chapter one. I hope you liked it! Thanks soooo much to my reviewers! Everyone else who read this and is reading this chapter, please please please review! I'm glad there are a few people out there who have also seen the original video and therefore understand a bit of what is going on!! Until my next chapter, please review, and happy readings!!