The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 25

Harry lay staring up at the ceiling of the great hall the storm clouds, purple and luminescent with lightning. It was predictable really that he’d end up on his back with Snape, but this hadn’t exactly been what he’d had in mind.

“Get up Potter!” Snape’s commanding voice echoed around the empty hall from where the elder wizard was stood on the other end of the dueling platform. With his vision still spinning and his back sore from the countless impacts Harry rolled reluctantly over onto his front and with shaky arms lifted himself to his feet again. “Better Potter, but you’re still not pushing me out.” Snape called again coolly as Harry swayed on his feet and glared at the potions professor who hadn’t even broken a sweat yet despite the rigorous session. “Charlie Weasley a favorite of yours hey Potter?” Harry breathed out angrily as Snape smiled ruefully at him from down the other end of the hall. Snape having yet again broken Harry’s guard had easily accessed another of Harry’s most private inner memories, this one of a particular summer in second year when he’d been unconsciously admiring Charlie Weasley in the swimming pool. Just like before this occlumency tutoring had become a nightmare and Harry had learnt nothing in the four weeks they’d been doing this every Thursday evening.

“Fuck off.” Harry ground out between his tightly clenched teeth as he took a deep steadying breath and gripped his wand in a white knuckle hold, preparing for another of Snape’s attacks.

“Put a little of that anger into your concentration and we might achieve something Potter. ‘Legitimus!’” Snape snapped as he flicked his wand at Harry and sent the wave of magic at his lesser. The charm hit Harry square in the chest as always and he was paralyzed as he watched Snape trample through his memories. The cupboard under the stairs, Uncle Vernon paddling his bare backside with the wooden spoon after he’d broken the letterbox, his tenth birthday spent alone locked in the cupboard because Dudley had a football game….. With each growing vision, anger grew in Harry and with an almighty scream Harry pushed back, forcing himself to kick Snape out of his mind. A bright light seemed to blind Harry before he was spiraling through a myriad of visions. Harry knew they weren’t his memories as he saw his father and Sirius in school uniform staring down at him, where he was sprawled on the floor blood dripping from his hands. The next vision was of people Harry didn’t recognize, a group of them maybe six or more wizards gathered around him while he was bent naked over a knee, each strike of a lash shooting pain through his body. The next was of a death eater meeting; a semi circle of masked figures was gathered around a figure curled up and screaming in the center of them clearly under the effects of Cruciatus Curse and rapidly dying… Before the memory could continue Harry distantly heard someone screaming before he was torn from the memory and found himself flying through the air and slamming like a rag doll into the great hall wall with a sickening crack.

“ENOUGH!” Snape commanding voice shattered the silence of the hall and Harry was only dimly aware of the curse that riddled his body, robbing him of breath and speech. Through his pain though Harry could see Snape barreling down the platform towards him the wizards face like thunder. Unable to protect himself Harry merely closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable as Snape’s figure loomed large over him. “What in Merlin’s name was that Potter and if you say you don’t know I’ll curse you into next week.” Snape growled dangerously as he flicked his wand at Harry and ended the curse. Harry slumped against the wall, gasping for breath as the weight of the curse was lifted from his body.

“I don’t…” Harry managed to get out before Snape was picking him up by the collar of his uniform and pinning him up against the wall hard. Harry had never been manhandled like this before in his life and seeing the fire of anger in Snape’s onyx eyes so close to his own, took Harry’s breath away. The wizard was awesome, a raw power practically emanating off the man who was just a hairs breath away from him. With his eyes wide Harry could see everything on the wizards, face from the unique crook of the man’s nose to the yellow flecks that flashed in the man’s dark eyes as he blinked. Harry shivered from head to toe as Snape leaned in closer his angry expression changing slightly to one of curious irritation.

“Well this is a turn up for the books.” Snape breathed out silkily as he pushed his knee up between Harry’s legs where the boy was becoming hard. Harry squeaked and breathed out shakily as Snape pushed his nose against his cheek as he licked a path from the corner of Harry’s mouth to his ear lobe. “Here I was preparing myself for a timid first timer but it seems I’ve got a blossoming submissive on my hands already.” Snape breathed out airily, drying the wet swipe across Harry’s cheek he’d left with his tongue a moment before. Harry was left panting against the wall as Snape left him go abruptly and stepped back from him. “Congratulations Potter I believe you’re finally getting the hang of these lessons, however if you should breath a word of what you’ve just seen I’ll scorch out your eyes and sever your tongue understood?” Harry nodded automatically as he watched Snape straighten his robe before striding towards the closed door of the great hall. Harry closed his eyes and shuddered in relief as Snape opened the doors as if to leave but Harry’s relief was cut short as the potions professor stopped abruptly in the doorway and glanced back at Harry over his shoulder. “I think it’s time I showed you what it takes to be one of my Friday Boys, come by my office tomorrow after dinner.” Harry swallowed nervously and nodded his head hastily as he watched Snape nod in agreement before striding out of view leaving Harry shaken but pleasantly satisfied. Tomorrow night wouldn’t come quick enough in Harry’s opinion...

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Harry lingered by the potions classroom trying to look inconspicuous as a marauding group of Slytherin’s came wandering past heading for Friday nights dueling club. Harry had been standing out here for over an hour staring at the closed door and twisting his hands nervously in his lap. Snape had left dinner early this evening and Harry had dutifully excused himself a short while later. After a shower and having gotten changed into some sweat pants and the annual Weasley jumper, Harry had taken the long route down to the dungeons, ducking and weaving the other milling students desperate not to be challenged about where he was heading. Finally though he’d reached the potion masters classroom but then the nerves had kicked in and before Harry had had a chance to knock on the door he’d backed out. Harry had thought of nothing else but tonight all day, yet it was only now as he stared at the door that the ‘what ifs’ had started to churn his stomach making him feel thoroughly ill.

‘What if he wasn’t good enough and Snape dumped him?’

‘What if he embarrassed himself like he’d done at the club last time?’

‘What if Snape thought he was ugly naked and didn’t want to do it?’

‘What if he fucked up royally and Snape removed some important part of his anatomy?’

‘What if……’ Harry’s rapidly irrational ‘what ifs’ came to an abrupt halt however as the door to the potions classroom swung open to reveal a rather irritated looking Professor Snape. Harry froze where he was against the wall as Snape looked up and saw him, his gaze narrowing at the young man.

“Did you intend coming in or do you wish to pace in front of my door all evening?” Harry opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out and when the sound of students coming down the hall interrupted the silence, Snape quickly reached out and grabbed Harry by the upper arm pulling him down the corridor towards his private chambers and out of the way of prying eyes and ears. With a flick of his wand at the portrait Snape’s door opened and Harry found himself pushed inside roughly. The door snapped shut behind him and Harry swallowed nervously as he watched Snape wander around him and over to the decanter of whisky he kept on his bookshelves. “Drink?” Snape inquired as he poured himself a glass before gesturing with the decanter to Harry.

“Yes please.” Harry whispered quickly watching as Snape nodded and poured a second glass. Harry took the offered glass and nervously sat down on the edge of the couch while Snape shucked off his teaching robes and flopped ungraciously down onto his worn armchair by the fire. There was a thick silence that hung between them as Harry sipped on his whisky careful not to make eye contact with the wizard who was staring at him.

“You needn’t look so worried Potter, I don’t intend jumping you the instant you look at me.” Rather reluctantly Harry looked up at Snape from over the rim of his glass as he watched Snape rub the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed and his expression one of fatigue having stood teaching imbecile brats all day.

“I’m not worried…” Harry tired to sound as confident and nonchalant as possible but the tremble in his tone of voice betrayed him. Snape snorted in mock amusement of Harry’s comment as he opened his eyes and took another long sip from his whisky.

“Perhaps not worried, but nervous as hell judging from the way you’re drinking that whisky like it’s a cheap import and not the most expensive single malt you can buy.” Harry’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment as he put aside his practically empty glass, noting acutely that Snape hadn’t even got half way through his own glass. “And who wouldn’t be nervous knowing that in a hour or so you’re going to have the cock of your potions professor thrust up your backside for the first time? Hmmm?” The corner of Snape’s lips twitched in amusement as Harry shifted awkwardly on the edge of the couch, obviously not liking the way Snape was referring to their forthcoming encounter.

“An hour or so?” Harry inquired wondering how long it would actually take. Again Snape chuckled as he rolled his eyes and crossed his legs over casually.

“Potter I’m not a young wizard and although it might only take a few minutes of hand action to get you up I’m afraid I take a little more coaxing,” Snape paused and raised an amused eyebrow in Harry’s direction the boy’s blush deepening. However Snape took pity on the boy, reminding himself that this wasn’t one of his Friday night look a likes, this was the real thing, even inch as innocent and trusting as Snape had imagined him to be. “Besides everyone wants to their first to be special and I assure you it’ll take an hour or so for you to be even ready for what I’m going to teach you.” Harry nodded understandingly as Snape finished his drink and stood to his feet with a crack of his back and a cat like stretch. “However before you and I do anything I think it prudent I take a bath. Make yourself comfortable I shan’t be long.” With a thin smile Snape swept into his bedroom leaving Harry sitting alone on the edge of Snape’s unused couch. Harry waited until he could hear the water running before he dared to get up. So far Harry hadn’t had a lot of opportunity to look around Snape’s private chamber and at present he needed something to keep his mind of things to come, so he got up and began scanning the bookshelves. Snape’s collection of potion texts and dark arts material was extensive and although knowing better than to touch Harry read each title of the worn leather spines carefully to himself. A few objects scattered here and there drew his attention for a little longer and while Harry didn’t know what any of them were he assumed they were a lot older than the man that owned them. Harry came to the end of his inspection of the bookshelves and he turned around to see what else he could look at. There wasn’t much Harry knew about Snape’s personal life and so each object in the room gave a greater depth to Harry’s understanding of the wizard he was about to sleep with. A painting hung above a cluttered writing desk in the corner of the room, and Harry walked over to it intent on seeing who it was.

The portrait was dusty and barely visible beneath the cobwebs a sure sign the house elves never touched it. Unable to make out the name plaque on the portraits frame, Harry ducked into Snape’s lab to grab a cloth before returning to tentatively wipe away the grime.

“Master of Potions, Professor Mortimer Grindfeld.” Harry read quietly to himself as he pushed aside the chair in front of the writing desk so he could reach the portrait better. With another clean corner of the cloth Harry gently wiped the portrait itself slowly revealing the stern, proud but handsome features of a young professor. The wizard was wearing a similar robe to those Harry’s own professors wore and appeared to be standing in a potions store of some sort. All the colored bottles and their intriguing contents heightened the contrast of the pale thin professor standing in front of them. It was a beautifully captured painting by the artist and Harry wondered why Snape didn’t keep it in better condition. On tip toes, with his jumper riding up over his Quidditch toned stomach and his pants riding low on his hips Harry reached up and wiped the rest of the frame with the cloth careful not to dislodge the portrait or wipe away any of the exquisite colours. So engrossed in his project Harry was unaware of his audience staring at him with an appreciative eye. “You’re pretty cute.” Harry chuckled to himself quietly as he finished wiping the portrait to finally reveal the perfect features of the professor. The wizard was tall and lean, his robes fitting his body perfectly where they wrapped around him. A pair of sparkling blue eyes shone from a sculptured pale face, and a thick mane of jet black hair hung around the wizard’s shoulders. The tell tale signs of the wizards occupation ever so slightly captured in the orange tinge on the end of the wizards fingers. Harry was enthralled and smiled to himself as he ran a finger down the edge of the simple wooden frame. “This is probably your room isn’t it?”

“Yes it was.” Harry having not expected a response to his whispered inquiry practically jumped out of his skin as a voice addressed him from behind. Spinning around guiltily Harry stumbled on the chair as he looked up at Snape who was leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom. The sight took Harry’s breath away as he stared at Snape. The wizard was dressed in a simple royal blue robe that just met the man’s ankles. Bear foot and with his damp hair swept back into a clasp at the base of his neck Snape looked practically edible and Harry felt a shudder of anticipation ripple through his body.

“Who is he?” Harry whispered as he regained his ability to speak and finally tore his gaze away from Snape’s tempting appearance.

“The first Master of Potions to teach at Hogwarts and my first love.” Snape trailed off as he pushed himself away from the doorway and padded quietly over to where Harry was trying to wrap his head around the fact Snape had dated another potions professor. Sensing Harry’s confusion Snape continued. “He began teaching here the same year I first became a student of the school. He was an extremely dedicated teacher but knew there were few who would gain from his extensive knowledge and experience. I was among the few he considered worthy of his more private tutoring sessions, and I would spend hours in his company. Partially I wanted to learn about the art of potion making and secondly during the hours I spent under his extra tutoring I was spared from the taunts of your father and his newly formed friends.” Harry lowered his gaze to the cluttered writing desk and sighed inwardly to himself, the true extend of his fathers bullying tactics again causing him distress.

“He was good looking.” Harry whispered as he fiddled with a dusty parchment hanging over the edge of the desk as Snape stepped up closer to him, so that he was practically pressed against Harry’s back as he stared at the portrait.

“Yes he was, and he made a wonderful lover.” Harry glanced up at Snape from over his shoulder a frown deepening in his forehead as he watched Snape smile distantly to himself. “And before you say it Potter yes I fucked him here in this room and yes I have changed the bed since and yes it is a little creepy even for me.” Harry was impressed by Snape being able to read his mind so easily and was rather surprised with himself as he leant back against Snape’s chest as the elder wizards arm came up to wrap gently around his waist.

”Why doesn’t his portrait move like the others in the castle?” Harry inquired as Snape dropped his head to press a chaste kiss against the side of Harry’s neck while the hand resting on Harry’s hip dipped around to rest on the boy’s stomach.

“Because I can’t bear to have him watching me, knowing that he was just another casualty of my mistakes and wrong decisions…” Harry’s eyes fluttered closed as Snape breathed out gently across his cheek before the elder wizards lips came softly down to mould with Harry’s in a deep kiss. In that instant Harry’s fears for the evening were alleviated as he surrendered to the elder wizard completely.

Snape’s kisses were divine and Harry lost himself in the erotic sensation of the elder wizards tongue entwining with his own and fluttering around his mouth with a possessive confidence. Held flush against Snape’s chest Harry could feel every strong heartbeat and lengthy breath before finally Snape dragged his lips from Harry’s and breathed out heavily against the boy’s cheek.

“Do I dare ask if you’ve been practicing?” Snape inquired as he turned Harry around in his arms as he slid his hand up the back of Harry’s obnoxious jumper and began gently massaging the boy’s lower back. Harry melted under the powerful gaze as he pushed his face into the open v of Snape’s robe and inhaled deeply on the spicy scent of the man, masked only slightly by the fresh smell of soap.

“Not practicing just a new incentive.” Harry whispered as he tilted his head up under Snape’s chin and smiled dreamily up at the dark obsidian gaze staring down at him.

“Well lets see what else this new incentives inspired within you.” With a guiding hand pressed firm in his lower back Harry was steered over to the rarely used couch. Harry smiled as Snape sat down amongst the cushions and with his legs open pulled Harry into stand between them before dragging the boy down to press another wicked kiss against Harry’s lips. Breathless and with his lips reddened and moist by the kiss Harry stood back up and looked down at Snape in waiting. Snape relaxed back on the couch as he gestured at Harry’s jumper. “Lose the clothes Potter.” Snape whispered huskily as he caught Harry trying to avoid looking up his robe that had fallen open when he’d sat down. Taking a deep steadying breath in Harry pulled the jumper over his head and dropped it carefully on the floor beside him. Dressed in a white singlet and his low-slung sweat pants Harry toyed with which item to go next. Sure enough he chose the singlet and was rewarded by Snape’s warm hand reaching and smoothly begin dragged down his hairless chest. Harry had always been a little self conscious of his scrawny figure but Snape’s reassuring touch spurred him on. Bending at the hips Harry dragged down his sweat pants and hopped innocently from one foot to the other as he kicked them off into the growing pile beside him. Standing in only his white cotton y-fronts Harry felt more than a little vulnerable and so stood staring at his hands as he straightened himself under Snape’s gaze.

Snape smiled to himself as he took in Harry’s pale, youthful form the innocent naivety of the boys stance only serving to increase Snape’s longing for him. Sensing that Harry wouldn’t be going any further without encouragement Snape sat up and with a hand gently resting on the boy’s pointy hip leant forward and pressed a worshiping kiss on the boy’s flat stomach. Harry breathed out shakily as he stared down at the top of Snape’s head as the man peppered butterfly kisses all over Harry’s stomach. Slightly embarrassed Harry felt his cock twitch as Snape’s hands dipped around from his waist to clutch hold of Harry’s cloth covered backside. Squeezing the two pert globes Snape smiled against Harry’s stomach as the boy pushed himself unconsciously forward the bulge in his pants nudging Snape’s chin. A pink stain colored Harry’s cheeks as Snape pulled back and looked up at him. Wide green eyes stared down at him from beneath the heavy framed glasses and Snape felt the familiar throb between his own legs at the realization that it was the real thing he had in his hands not some cheap look-a-like that was only there to sate his lust.

“Sit.” Snape commanded calmly as he sat back, his hands still on Harry’s backside guiding the boy down to straddle his lap. Harry followed the instruction obediently happy that he wouldn’t have to stand on his shaky legs any longer and that his growing erection could be better hid when sitting. Harry weighed hardly anything on Snape’s lap and the man was surprised having expected something heavier. Taking mental note to make the boy eat more in the future, Snape shifted one hand up Harry’s spine to cup the back of the boy’s head and pull him in for another searing kiss while the other pushed underneath the loose waistband of the boy’s underwear to better cup the smooth skin of the boy’s arse cheek. Closing his eyes at the sudden touch of skin against skin on his arse Harry murmured a surprised squeak around Snape’s tongue his body automatically pushing forward and pressing his half hard cock against Snape’s stomach. Breaking the kiss Snape smiled at Harry who ducked his head aware now that Snape knew he was enjoying this far beyond anything he’d enjoyed before. With one hand still down the back of Harry’s underwear Snape used his other to take a hold of Harry’s flushed face, forcing the boy to make eye contact with him.

“This is what it’s all about Harry, don’t shy away from it.” Snape whispered silkily as he again locked his lips with the boy’s distracting him from the mission he’d sent his other hand on. Sure enough as Snape’s hand cupped the boy’s cotton covered erection Harry practically snapped in two as he pulled away from the kiss and gasped audibly, panting as if he was a racehorse. With his gaze still locked with Harry’s Snape cupped the boy’s arousal and firmly massaged the bulge watching in delight as Harry’s eyes fluttered closed and his breath began to stagger. With Harry preoccupied with the sensation of someone else’s hand bringing him pleasure, Snape took the opportunity to slide down the waistband of the cotton pants, the elastic of them scraping over Harry’s burgeoning cock until it snapped under the erection that sprang out stiff and thick when released. Predictably Harry’s eyes sprung open when he felt the cool air hit his prick and Snape sat back in the couch as he watched Harry blush and look away from his own hardness and its leaking tip. Snape took a lengthy moment to let his eyes roam the picture; Harry’s suddenly shy and demure manner counter balanced by the young boy’s hard cock jutting out from the dusting of brown curls. Despite his gaze Snape’s hand cupping Harry’s sack hadn’t stopped massaging and before he realized it Harry was gasping and stiffening before a familiar warm, creamy stickiness was filling Snape’s hand and running down his wrist. Harry collapsed against Snape his body shuddering in the aftermath of his orgasm. Snape rolled his eyes as he felt tears run down his chest where Harry was crying against him, humiliated that he’d come with so little attention. Pushing Harry up with a firm hand on his chest Snape reached forward for the cloth Harry had been using earlier and with a simple gesture wiped his hand clean of Harry’s load. Resolutely Harry refused to meet Snape’s gaze as the elder wizard sat back and tried to get the boy to look at him.

“Potter please don’t do this, it’s perfectly normal you’re a teenager for crying out loud.” With his now clean hand Snape reached up and grabbed hold of Harry’s chin firmly dragging the boys face up so that he was forced to look at him. Harry was a beetroot colour of red and the beads of sweat on the boy’s forehead were testament to how hard Harry had tried to control himself in the face of impending ejaculation.

“What if I do it when we’re…” Harry trailed off trying and failing to look away despite Snape’s firm hold of his chin. Snape smiled and shook his head amused by the boy’s fear of displeasing him.

“That’s the general goal of having sex Potter.” Snape whispered as he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss against Harry’s lips trying to alleviate some of the boys concern. Harry turned his head slightly to the side though to avoid the kiss determined not to change the subject.

“But what if it’s too early, I don’t know how to…” Snape leant back from Harry when it was clear the boy wanted more verbal reassurance rather than kisses.

“Give me your hand Potter.” Snape cut Harry off and laid his hand out to wait for Harry to give him his. Carefully Harry laid his hand a top of Snape’s potions stained fingers and swallowed nervously as Snape grasped the boy’s hand and brought it up flat to his chest. With his eyes never leaving Harry’s in order to gauge the boy’s reaction, Snape guided Harry’s hand down his chest and under the silk robe. Snape made sure Harry’s hand followed the snail trail from his belly button until the boy’s fingertips brushed the wiry pubic hair of his groin. Harry’s eyes flashed a little in awkwardness but Snape wasn’t deterred as he guided Harry’s hand down further to where his semi erect cock was bulging against the silk of the robe bunched up in his lap. Snape bit back a moan as Harry’s tentative fingers grazed his heated flesh, the cold gentle fingertips awkwardly assessing Snape’s arousal. Closing his eyes to try and get himself in better control Snape took a deep steady breath in as Harry broke his hand away from Snape’s beneath the robe to tentatively explore for himself the new experience of touching another. A few exploratative touches later Snape opened his eyes again when he felt Harry wrap his hand around his hardening cock. The grip was weak and Snape knew what Harry was doing and thinking the moment he opened his eyes and glanced into the green wide orbs staring at him. Reaching up Snape cupped Harry’s cheek and brought the boy close to him for a deep reassuring kiss even as Harry’s hand continued to grip Snape’s cock. “Don’t stress Potter, I’ve been a dominant for years and I’ve learnt how to handle my own size with others, I promise I won’t hurt you.” Snape whispered against Harry’s lips as the boy nodded slowly. “Now do you see I got as much from you coming as you did?” Again Harry nodded his nose brushing Snape’s as his eyelashes fluttered closed prettily in embarrassment. “And if you come to early while we’re having sex it doesn’t matter because you’ll be able to concentrate better on the wicked things I’ll be doing to you.” With a husky whisper in Harry’s ear Snape pushed Harry firmly up off his lap before standing up himself.

Harry looked exactly as he had in all of Snape’s fantasy’s standing fidgeting naked in front of him his white damp y-fronts still twisted up under his softened prick. Re-tying the robe properly Snape gestured to the bedroom with his head.

“Go and have a cool shower and brush your teeth. I just have to get something.” Harry nodded and shuffled into the bedroom, thankful Snape was giving him a moment to recover himself. Just as he was entering the bathroom however Harry heard the whisper of a charm and the slight flash of a blue colored light. Wondering what Snape was doing but not wanting to interrupt Harry disappeared into the bathroom to wash his face and clean his teeth and prepare himself for the coming night.

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

A/N *Wanders shamefully in scuffing her feet* I admit I have no excuse for not updating these last two days, except that I purchased the \"Only Fools & HOrses\" Collection so spent the entire two days on the couch laughing at Dell Boy and The Plonker Rodney.

Anyway too make up for my distinct lack of updates here\'s five chapters and smut, smut, smut!!!!! *dances around* for you to enjoy. Thanks for the reviews and keep them coming, they make my muse happy and when my muse is happy, I write more and watch less TV.

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(Additional:- MELRUBBER - *hides behind the fan fic couch and pretends you don\'t notice her* Damn I thought you\'d all missed that small plot error, I meant to fix it up before posting but forgot and hence the mistake. I will update that chapter with the error corrected when I get to the end of the story but thanks for being an attentive reader, It\'s much appreciated and it keeps me in line. Thanks:P )