What the Devil Wants

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Normal wasn’t a word Harry used often to describe his life, but since coming back from the weekend in London with Snape everything had gone back to being exactly the same way it had been before the trip. It was as if nothing had happened between he and Snape. Snape had not been especially attentive to him, their conversations had not gone beyond the usual snapping arguments and there was certainly no indication of what had been discussed between them. Harry was beginning to think he’d dreamed it all. If it weren’t for Draco constantly bugging him for information about the weekend, Harry would had been sure he hadn’t even been away at all.

“Come on Potter, how long does it take? Your 16 for fucks sake, we’re going to be late!” Harry rolled his eyes as he heard Draco banging on the bathroom door. Tonight Snape had called his extra credit class together, with special instructions to bring along certain bodily fluids. They were undoubtedly brewing an ensnaring drought, Harry had read about on page 203 of his blue velvet diary. Harry was already tense about having to see Snape in such an intimate class, without the worry of botching up his drought, like he fucked up in potions most of the time.

“I can’t do it with you shouting at me.” Harry growled back as he tightened his fist in his pants in an attempt at forcing out his elusive orgasm with pain. It didn’t work and within moments Harry was limp, the only sign he’d even been hard was the slight flush of his tip. “Fuck this.” Harry angrily pulled up his pants and washed his hands and face in the sink. There was no way he was coming with such worrying thoughts on his mind, he’d just have to brave the consequences of turning up to Snape’s class empty handed.

“Where is it?” Draco inquired as he stepped away from his ensuite door so that Harry could come out. Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m not in the mood Draco, not everyone’s on a hand trigger like you.” Harry spat nastily as he grabbed his bag from the bottom of Draco’s bed and strode out of the room. The blonde quickly caught up with Harry as the pair stepped through the fireplace and into Snape’s 101 classroom. Everyone was already seated with their diaries open and their sample juices in their bottles. Snape was standing by the chalkboard his arms folded across his chest, and his perfectly dark scowl firmly aimed at Harry and Draco.

“Unable to complete your homework task again Mr. Potter.” Snape sneered as he watched Harry and Draco get out their diaries, Draco proudly displaying his corked bottle while Harry showed no signs of having his own. “Ten points from Gryfindor and see me after class.” Snape growled low as he eyed Harry dangerously before turning his back on the class to continue writing down the instructions for brewing the drought. Harry gave Snape the finger behind the man’s back, ignoring the shocked looks from his Gryfindor friends who’d caught the gesture. Luckily though Snape seemed oblivious to the meaning of it, despite having seen the reflection of Harry’s gesture in the potion bottles resting on his desk.

Like most of Snape’s 101 classes, the time passed quickly. There was always something infinitely more interesting in a class about sex, than any of the normal subjects students took during the day. Harry had helped Draco brew his own drought, making sure he took notes incase Snape made him complete the task in his own time. Finally Snape ended the class, and dismissed his students. The steady flow of students back through the fireplace soon left Harry and Snape alone in the classroom. Harry remained in his seat as he watched Snape clean the board and douse some of the candles with a casual flick of his wand.

“Collect the sample droughts and put them in this box Potter.” Nodding Harry rose from his desk and carefully collected each labeled sample and placed them in the especially designed wooden box on Snape’s desk in the center of the semi circle. Harry knew Snape was watching him the man’s onyx gaze following his every move. “Get your things and the box and follow me.” When Harry was done collecting the samples he picked up the box and his bag and followed Snape through the fireplace. It didn’t surprise Harry at all to find himself stepping out into Snape’s private rooms again. The place hadn’t changed much since he’d been in here last, there were a few new books and a little more disorganized chaos but nothing that was out of the ordinary for Snape anyway.

“So what have you told Draco?” Snape took the box of sample potions from Harry’s grasp and disappeared into the archway leading to his private lab. Harry dumped his bag on the floor beside the coffee table and flopped down into the squeaky cold leather of the couch.

“Nothing,” Harry snapped defensively wondering what he’d done now. Snape emerged from the next room, minus his outer formal robe and carrying a tray of tea and biscuits.

“I’m not accusing you of anything Potter, I’m merely inquiring after what you told him, when he undoubtedly questioned you about the weekend?” Snape sat down in his worn armchair and proceeded to pour Harry a cup of the warm liquid before serving himself.

“I just said it was an interesting weekend, and that we didn’t fight as much as I’d expected.” Harry paused as he sipped his tea gratefully. “What else was I supposed to say that we’d fucked, that you and I pashed frequently? He’d have known instantly that you’d sussed out what he was doing again. I thought the idea was to make him believe his little plan was working.” Harry snapped sarcastically still cupping the warmth of his teacup in his hands. Snape pursed his lips together irritably at Harry’s sharp tone of voice.

“We are in a frustrated mood tonight aren’t we?”

“Piss off.” Harry snapped almost instantly in reply, already knowing what Snape was referring to. The hint of a smirk twitched at the corner of Snape’s lip before being squashed again behind the expressionless mask.

“We were seen together.” The comment came from nowhere and Harry coughed on his tea as he realized what Snape was referring to.

“When?” It was a stupid question and the instant Snape rolled his eyes, Harry knew he was being mocked for having said it.

“When do you think Potter?” Snape hissed as he finished his cup of tea and put the empty cup back on the coffee table. “I fully expect to be summoned tomorrow, such news will travel fast within the inner circle. I need to make sure you’re committed to this little project before I set things in motion. As soon as Voldemort finds out about us there will be no going back, and he will expect to see certain evidence.” Harry swallowed nervously and put his cup next to Snape’s on the coffee table.

“It’s not like I have a choice is it?” Harry whispered not for the first time feeling trapped in a situation he had no control over. Snape snorted in disgust at Harry’s comment.

“Don’t play the innocent victim Mr. Potter, we’ve already established you’re far from pure. I’ve explained to you the benefits I can give you if you agree; this situation will not only have the obvious benefits for me and yourself but will greatly improve the order’s chances in the coming war.” Snape paused and stared at Harry seriously. “However if you wish to back out, say so now. I only have to tell Draco that I know what he’s up to again, and it will be all over in a few days.” Harry worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he twisted his hands awkwardly in his lap. Being presented with such a choice without fully understanding either option was mind-boggling. “If you’re struggling for an answer Mr. Potter, perhaps it’s best to view the situation in a Slytherin way rather than a Gryfindor one. Forget about Gryfindor pride, courage, sacrifice and bravery, instead consider the Slytherin points, like what’s in it for you.” Snape raised a knowing eyebrow in Harry’s direction.

“Alright.” Harry didn’t know where the decision came from, or what made him answer so quickly but before he knew it he’d agreed and Snape had smiled crookedly in some form of silent success.

“Good,” Snape paused for half a second as he rose from his chair. “Then get undressed.” Harry’s eyes widened in horror as he watched Snape begin unbuttoning his waistcoat and shirt.

“What?” Harry inquired shakily intent on having Snape confirm what he’d just said. Snape tuted loudly and rolled his eyes as he glanced at Harry sitting frozen and pale on the edge of the couch.

“Draco’s due here in fifteen minutes Potter, and without his own evidence in the matter, the news currently making it’s way to Voldemort at present will be viewed as just a rumor. So in order for this to be taken seriously, we’re going to put on a little show for master Malfoy.” Snape was undoing the cuffs of his shirt now and Harry could clearly seen the elder wizards flat, creamy stomach between the flapping edges of the open shirt. Harry swallowed thickly as he stared at the tantalizing peek of skin. “Potter, lose the clothes.” Snape snapped angrily when he realized Harry still hadn’t moved from the couch. Harry was on his feet and shrugging his school robes in an instant, as he watched Snape toss his waist coat and shirt over the back of his arm chair as he worked on the zipper and button of his trousers.

“What kind of show?” Harry hopped from one foot to the other as he pulled off his socks and shoes, before following Snape through into the elder wizard’s bedroom. Harry hesitated on the threshold of the bedroom. The room was plain; it’s central feature the massive curtained four-poster bed, and the large fireplace on the far wall. Snape’s trunk sat at the bottom of his bed, and a rug, chest of draws and a wardrobe made up the last of the spartan furnishings. Snape had already stripped down to what Harry knew to be muggle jockeys. Harry smiled smugly to himself as he watched Snape’s arse in the tight pants as the man flicked his wand about the room, lighting a few candles, the fire and drawing the curtains partially closed around his bed to make the atmosphere seem all that more seedy. It occurred to Harry briefly that perhaps Snape didn’t hate everything muggle like he made out.

“Stop looking at my backside Potter and get into bed, he’ll be on time.” Harry obediently padded across the bedroom and climbed up and into the large bed, where Snape was re arranging the sheets and blankets to make them looked used around them. Satisfied with the look of the room, Snape climbed up into bed beside Harry who was lying stiff and straight, his eyes trained on the canopy of the bed above him. “Relax Harry or he’ll see through this.” Harry squeaked in surprise as Snape rolled over on top of him, the man’s slender toned frame rubbing against his own scrawny figure as Snape shifted himself into a comfortable position above him. Harry’s eyes widened impossibly as he stared up into Snape’s onyx eyes. The man was so close, Harry could smell the soap on Snape’s skin, and could feel the radiation of warmth from the man’s body hovering above his own. The entire situation was having a decidedly unwanted affect on his body. “Leg up and around my waist.” Harry shivered unintentionally as Snape’s hand came down to his thigh, guiding the boy’s leg up and around the back of Snape’s waist. The position brought them closer together and Harry swallowed awkwardly and looked away as he felt the soft cotton of Snape’s pants brushing in between his thighs. “For Merlin’s sake Potter look at me, now deepen your breathing.” Harry reluctantly met Snape’s gaze and tried desperately to deepen his already erratic and somewhat shaky breathing. What ever he did Snape seemed satisfied and nodded in acceptance. There was a pause of silence as Snape drew up the sheets around them, enough to disguise the fake situation but enough to let Draco’s imagination do the rest. Snape smiled evilly the moment he felt his wards shiver around his room.

“He’s here.” Snape whispered, and with that began thrusting forward catching Harry off guard and causing the boy to gasp loudly in surprise. The effect played right into Snape’s hands and the man smiled secretly to himself as he felt Harry relax under him, the boy’s hands automatically coming up to clutch at his shoulders. Snape knew the moment Draco entered the room, the blonde’s piercing blue eyes undoubtedly trained on the pair of them rooting on the bed. Cautious of their audience Snape leaned further forward, partially curtaining his and Harry’s faces with the fall of his hair, as he locked his lips with Harry’s. Harry was panting hard, not entirely for Draco’s benefit but rather the throbbing erection that had sprung up between his legs in the last minute or two. Harry was mortified that Snape might feel it, after all this was just a show and nothing more. Snape knew they couldn’t keep this up for long, and needed something to send Draco packing.

“Oh Harry,” Snape groaned for effect as he thrust harder causing the old bed to creak slightly. The comment did the trick and Snape smiled as he heard the quiet scuttle of Draco’s feet leaving the room, shortly followed by the shiver as his wards fell back into place. “Not a bad piece of acting Potter.” No sooner had the wards shuddered back into place than Snape had disengaged himself from Harry and collapsed on his back beside the boy. Harry turned over onto his side away from Snape instantly, the flush of his cheeks, the sweat on his forehead, his labored breathing and the tent of his y-fronts would have been a dead give away to his act not being so fake. Snape smiled to himself as he stared at Harry’s back, the boy trying to hide his reaction miserably.

“Do you think it worked?” Harry gritted his teeth and tried to think of the nastiest things he could in order to assuage his erection.

“Oh, I think it’ll work perfectly.” Snape purred as he rolled over and pressed himself up against the length of Harry’s rigid back. Harry froze as he felt Snape’s breath ghost gentle across the back of his neck before a soft feather light kiss was pressed against his shoulder. Just that kiss was Harry’s undoing and with a hiss and a twitch Harry had come in his pants. Snape huffed a self-satisfied laugh as Harry collapsed in a boneless heap, the tension that had been present for the entire evening melting away from the boy’s wiry frame, to leave behind a very lethargic but very embarrassed Harry. “Frustration’s are such an easy thing to fix when you’re 16.” Snape pressed another kiss to Harry’s relaxed shoulder before rolling from the bed and grabbing his robe from hanger beside the wardrobe. Feeling awkward Harry went to rise from the bed as well, his eyes trained on the floor. “You’re welcome to use the bathroom, and there’s a spare set of sleep pants in the dresser draw. When you’re done I suggest you get some sleep, I have a feeling Albus Dumbledore will wish to see us both tomorrow morning.” Snape casually tied the robe around himself as he moved over to the archway leading from his bedroom back into the small living area.

“You’re not kicking me out?” Harry whispered, knowing for a fact that Draco was never permitted to stay in Snape’s rooms for the entire night. Snape paused and glanced coolly back over his shoulder at Harry who was still flushed pink with embarrassment and looked practically debauched with his swollen lips and unruly hair.

“We have an new understanding Mr. Potter, but bare in mind that if you are to stay in my chambers you will respect my privacy outside of them.” Harry nodded quickly in agreement almost relived Snape wasn’t going to make him walk back to Gryfindor tower in his present state.

“Yes sir.” Harry whispered in confirmation, causing an amused twitch of Snape’s upper lip before the man had turned and disappeared into the lounge leaving Harry to his own devices.

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TBC>>>>>>>>>>>

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