Squires of Slytherin

Squires of Slytherin – Initiation Beginnings

Professor Snape sat behind his desk, lesson plans for the upcoming first day of classes in front of him. He took out a quill and began to make a note, but stopped suddenly. He picked it up again, hesitated, then slammed it to the desk before he rose to his feet and paced. He glanced longingly at the door to his rooms, where a fine vintage of Ogden’s Firewhiskey sat, tempting him, but no. It would be highly inappropriate to have even a hint of alcohol on his breath before he…

He snorted softly. To think of impropriety before committing what all other modern cultures in the world considered perversion at best and an unforgivable crime perpetrated by only the most foul of humans punishable by death or castration at worst. It was ironic, to be sure. Regardless, it was tradition, a compelling force at the least of times, and Slytherins were bound to tradition as the Gryffindors were to duty.

Still, it was not unheard of throughout the history of the world. Many cultures had a long-standing practice of child brides, and after all, this relationship was not about sex, but about power, control, forming a bond of unity throughout the independent and otherwise fractured Slytherin House. Salazar Slytherin had noted early that without a common thread, the House quickly turned to backstabbing, sabotage, and dangerous mischief against one another. With the institution of the Squires, at a time of baby betrothal and cross-generational marriages, there was a slight uproar but not great, and the result…

The result was that the average Slytherin was more balanced, yet more cunning, with a sense of House pride and unity.

For each member of the House had at least 6 possible confidants. Someone to go to when the pressures of school and the world grew too much, someone to listen and give an objective, Slytherin viewpoint, often pointing out with an outsider’s eye how to turn a weakness into a strength, a crippling disadvantage into a substantial advantage.

There was a reason that the Squires prospered out of Hogwarts. Not only did they know the secrets of their housemates, for the presence of an open and willing ear was a great temptation for burgeoning teenagers, but they were greatly trusted. Rarely had a Squire violated the confidence of a Slytherin seeking aid. To do so would be a greater breach of conduct than, than…

He snorted again. Than to have a professor initiate an eleven year old boy into the art of sex.

Snape’s keen ear heard the muted rumblings of voices outside his door. Smoothly, he glided to his desk and sat down again, picking up his quill and carefully making notes.

He would follow tradition, even if he had doubts about the boy. The Staff had never been wrong, and he would treat the bo-Potter, he would treat Potter, as the others he had initiated into the Squires.

Professor Snape did not want to admit, even to himself, that he relished the opportunity of fucking the offspring of his childhood nemesis.

That would be… inappropriate.


The two boys, one nearly a man, the other a mere slight figure, walked slowly through the dark hallways. As they neared their intended destination, the smaller boy hesitated, footfalls quieter and further apart. The older boy spoke quietly.

“It truly will be fine, Harry.”

Harry stopped and looked down at his scruffy trainers before he responded, avoiding Corvin’s gaze, “But I don’t know what to do, how to do anything. He already doesn’t like me, I don’t want to mess up.”

Corvin sighed. He thought he had laid Harry’s fears to rest. “Everyone is a novice their first time, Harry. There is no shame in that. Initiation is a bit of a shock,” he admitted, “but then the next night you start at the beginning.”

Harry furrowed his brow. “So, I get thrown into the deep end, and then get taught how to swim?”

Corvin laughed, surprised. “That’s a good way of putting it, yes. After tonight, you’ll be wet, so the next steps are much easier.”

Harry smiled, but then it faltered. “What happens if I don’t like it?” he pressed. “What if I’m just not cut out for it?”

“It does happen that a Squire dislikes his duty,” Corvin admitted. “It doesn’t happen often, but the 4th year Squire, Bertrand Crispin, he hates it. Avoids it as much as he can, so he charges as much as he can for sex, but people don’t ask him anymore. So, yes, it is possible, though most of us tolerate or enjoy it.” He grinned. “Personally, I love it, not necessarily the sex, but the power it gives. Because I enjoy it, I’m more popular, and so I know more.”

Harry nodded in understanding. “So it won’t be bad if I hate s-sex?”

“No, but to be honest, I pity Bertrand,” Corvin said sadly. “He ostracizes himself from the House and the Squires just because he can’t find pleasure in his duties. He will not have nearly the advantages of the rest of us, so he wastes his time and opportunities. Now, may we walk? Let’s not keep the Professor waiting.”

Harry nodded again, taking a deep breath. So, there was some choice about the matter. That was reassuring. He snuck a glance at Corvin through his eyelashes. The tall, strong boy emanated grace and power. Harry suddenly wished that he were more like Corvin, or at least would one day be like him.

They stopped in front of a tall dark wood door. Corvin looked down at the small boy standing beside him. He noticed for the first time how slight Harry actually was, how finely boned his face, and though he felt a pang of excitement for the initiation, he vowed to himself not to hurt the boy.

“This is Professor Snape’s office, Harry,” he said quietly. “This is where initiation happens.”

Before Harry could respond, they heard a muted “Enter” from beyond the door as it creaked open to reveal a sizable room with various organs and creatures in bottles upon shelving on the walls, and a crackling fireplace behind a large desk. Professor Snape sat behind the desk, and he motioned for the duo to seat themselves in the two chairs in front of the desk. He made another note in his papers, then carefully set them and his quill and ink in the desk, leaving it clear.

The professor said nothing as the two walked in, though he noted Rangley’s hand on the boy’s shoulder, not pressing him forward, but as a gesture of protection and comfort. So, Potter had found a protector in the older boy. It was not surprising, as Corvin Rangley was known for his friendliness as well as his judgment of character. Still, Snape was reminded that Harry Potter was vastly different from James Potter.

“I am thrilled that you have decided to join me,” he drawled. Potter stiffened, but Rangley smiled slightly. “Regardless, let’s get down to business, shall we? Potter, do you have any questions for me?”

Potter glanced at Rangley, then shook his head, “No sir.”

So the boy was afraid. Not uncommon in the least, though most incoming Slytherins, especially Squires, knew how to hide their emotions better. He would learn.

“Very well. Mr. Rangley, you may begin initiation.” With that, he set back in his chair and watched the scene intently.

“Yes, well, Harry,” Rangley started, “the most common duty you will likely have is giving pleasure orally. This involves, at its most basic, your mouth and the recipient’s genitals.” Snape rolled his eyes, but Harry nodded seriously. “Well, I think it’s best to just do it, and I’ll talk you through, but first you need to set a condition.”

Harry frowned. “What would be appropriate?”

“Something small for this. I have the power to reject it if I don’t like it.”

Harry thought for a moment. “This is a well big castle. I wouldn’t have been able to find even Professor Snape’s office. Tomorrow, you will show me where all of my classes are, and the fastest way to the Great Hall.”

Rangley nodded in approval. “I think that’s a very fair price. And very smart.” Harry smiled weakly at him, and Corvin began the lesson.

He stood up and went to the front of Harry’s chair. He drew him up to him, cradling his face as he had in the Common room, then leaned in to kiss the boy softly. Rangley coaxed Harry with his tongue until he began to respond, tongues exploring and caressing until they had to stop to breathe.

“Now Harry,” Rangley said softly, “get on your knees in front of me.” He took out his wand and cast a Cushioning charm on the stone floor, then motioned for Harry to kneel.

“Undo my belt and unzip my trousers.”

Harry fumbled with the clothes, but eventually bared Corvin’s undergarments. He swallowed when he noticed the bulge in the front.

“Pull down my pants, but be careful.”

Harry pushed down the trousers first, then tried to push the boxers but the lump in front prevented it from moving. He glanced up at Corvin, who was watching him, then stretched the elastic out before pushing them down to join the trousers in a puddle on the floor. There it was, nestled between two creamy thighs and a bush of black hair.

Corvin’s cock.

It was big. It was beautiful.

Harry leaned closer to study it, eyes widening in surprise as it grew in his gaze. He barely heard the comment from Corvin, but stretched out a single finger towards it, then hesitated.

“Go on, Harry. Touch it, explore.”

His first thought when he touched the cock was that it was soft and warm. He drew his finger up and down the length, then added another finger, then one more. He glanced up at Corvin, then grasped it in his hand. Harry smirked when he heard the older boy gasp, and moved his hand experimentally up and down the thick shaft. A small drop of pre-come beaded at the head.

Corvin muttered, “Use that to help moisten your hand.”

Harry swiped his hand across it and continued pumping, up and down. To his amazement, the cock kept growing longer and harder until it grew far past his fist. He put his other hand on it to roughly measure the size, but pulled away quickly when he heard a strangled noise from Corvin.

“I’m sorry Corvin, I was just-”

“Shh, it’s alright, Harry. Your hands are cold, they surprised me.” Corvin placed his own hands gently on Harry’s head. “Go on, you’re doing great, but this time, kiss it.”

Harry returned to the cock and spread around the pre-come. He leaned in closer and laid a wet kiss to the head of the cock, which was peeking out from the foreskin. Corvin’s hands tightened in his hair, so Harry began to kiss up and down the thick shaft.

“Harry, I want you to lick it now, like a lollipop. Just don’t use any teeth.”

Harry hesitated, then reminded himself that this was Corvin, his friend who had helped him understand, who had eased his fears.

He licked the cock, tongue traveling up and down the shaft, then swirled around the spongy head. Harry, hearing the rapid breaths of Corvin and feeling the hands tighten in his hair, opened his mouth and put the head of the cock in his mouth. He sucked lightly, then harder at the moans of approval.

“Use your hands too, Harry.”

Moving one hand to the base, massaging the cock, Harry put more into his mouth. Further down he went, careful not to scrape it with his teeth, swirling his tongue around. Breathing heavily through his nose, Harry sucked lightly, listening to moans of “you tease,” from Corvin.

“He wants you to suck harder, Mr. Potter.”

Harry stopped, surprised. He had forgotten that the Professor was even there. He shut his eyes and sucked harder, pretending that it was just him and Corvin alone, but the Professor did not let him keep his fantasy.

“Move your head up and down, Mr. Potter, like your hands were doing earlier, and keep sucking,” Professor Snape uttered, sounding rather bored to Harry, who did was he was commanded.

Corvin looked down at the boy to see his cock disappear into the boy’s mouth, than reappear. Harry had a look of fierce concentration upon his face as his pink lips gripped and sucked. In and out, in and out. Corvin could not help himself as he gripped the boy’s head and moved him faster, and Harry complied willingly. In and out, in and out. A cavern of warmth and pressure, Corvin thrust his cock even deeper into Harry’s throat.

Harry began to panic as the cock hit the back of his throat, but a second later he felt a coldness hit him. He glanced to the side and saw the Professor with his wand out.

“Just for now, Mr. Potter, so you do not choke and die on a mouthful of cock,” he drawled.

Corvin was lost in the sensation and thrust even deeper. Harry’s throat was numb. He couldn’t feel but pressure in it, which was manageable and didn’t put him in danger of choking, but he felt a loss of sensation. He bobbed harder and faster on the cock, determined to take all of it. He smiled as he felt the smack of balls on his face and sucked even harder, hollowing out his cheeks.

The stimulation pushed Corvin over the edge, and he let out a smothered grunt as he blew his load deep into Harry’s throat, holding those perfect pink lips at the base of his cock.

Harry kept swallowing to keep up with the pulses of warm come that coated his mouth, but the numbness of his throat made it impossible. It dribbled out of his mouth.

Corvin sighed in pleasure. He carefully drew his softened member from the warm, wonderful mouth. “You alright there, Harry?” he asked softly.

Harry, come splattered across his jaw, smiled and nodded. Corvin drew him up off the floor and cleaned Harry, kissing and licking the come away. “There, now you are fine. You were perfect, Harry, I’m so proud of you.” Corvin kissed the boy again, those same lips that had earlier stretched around his cock.

“Bravo, Mr. Potter,” Professor Snape clapped sardonically. “You have accomplished the first step, the beginnings of it, rather.”

Harry jumped. He had again forgotten about the Professor’s presence. He sighed and looked up into Corvin’s eyes, who whispered, “Don’t worry, Harry, I’ll be here the entire time.”

“Now, Mr. Potter, it is my turn.”