What the Devil Wants

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“For Merlin’s sake Sev, give me a fucking chance will you!” Harry threw his velvet diary across the room frustrated by his lack of progress in his latest homework assignment for Sex Magic 101. Folding his arms grumpily across his chest and pouting like a spoilt five-year-old Harry glared at Snape who was casually stirring a bubbling cauldron in his workroom.

“What would be the practicality of me making this too easy Potter? You would learn nothing.” Snape continued to stir his potion. The steam rising from the cauldron caused the strands of straggly hair at the front of the man’s head to stick to his forehead with moisture as he bent over to inspect the cauldron’s contents.

“But you know I’m not very good at occlumency, you could at least make it a little bit easier…” Harry snapped angrily. Harry had had a bad week that was slowly getting worse and Severus was not making things easy. There was a tonne of homework to be done, Quidditch practice had begun again for the coming season, he’d promised to hang out with Ron and to top it all Severus was being very, very unpleasant.

“Occlumency and sex magic Mr. Potter are two entirely different practices of magic. One uses your skills as a wizard the other uses simply your commitment to your partner. So far you are failing miserably in both aspects!” Snape bit back harshly as he finished stirring his potion and moved over to the sink to wash his hands. Harry’s anger got the better of him quickly, and with the week like he’d just had it was far too easy to take his frustrations out on Snape. Rising from his seat on the lounge in Snape’s room Harry strode angrily into the elder wizards lab and jabbed Snape hard in the back with his wand. Snape spun around on his heel instantly his face like thunder as he met Harry’s angry glare with a murderous one of his own. Despite the impending eruption Harry didn’t back down under the weight of Snape’s glare and instead pushed his wand harder into Snape’s chest.

“You want me to fail! You don’t want me to see your deepest fantasies, just like you don’t want me to be able to read your thoughts. Are you scared I’m going to go telling everyone? Or are you frightened I might just be better than you at it! You’re an arsehole Snape! Besides I thought you wanted to have sex with me, I thought that was what this is all about.” Harry tugged at the collar around his neck by way of explanation. Since the collar had gone on nothing much had changed between he and Snape. Harry had expected some kind of relationship to evolve with rules, demands and needs yet Snape had continued their relationship just like they were student and professor still.

Harry was too wrapped up in his accusations to notice when Snape’s patience snapped. As quick as lightening Harry felt his wand being wrenched from his grasp before the biting sting as Snape’s hand came crashing across his cheek, sending Harry sprawling into the central work bench and onto the floor with a sickening thud. Harry cried out in pain as he clutched at his cheek a large graze of skin missing from it where Snape’s ring had caught the soft flesh. Blood trickled out from between Harry’s fingers as he covered his cheek, his green eyes staring fearfully up at Snape looming above him. Snape’s chest was heaving beneath his tight black waist coat and shirt, and Harry knew by the death grip the elder wizard had on both wands in his hands that Snape was struggling to regain a little control.

“Get here now.” Snape’s command came out with a guttural growl and Harry instinctively knew not to disobey. Unsure he could stand properly; Harry crawled on his hands and knees over to where Snape was still standing by the sink. Shuffling awkwardly Harry made sure he knelt directly beneath the spot where Snape had pointed to with his wand. Harry was so close to Snape that his nose touched the fabric of the man’s robe, and he could smell the vile concoction of potion ingredients that clung to the man’s dragon hide boots. Harry shook as he stared at Snape’s boots the weight of Snape’s gaze staring down at him so heavy he struggled to breath. “I’ve been patient Potter, sympathetic of the fact someone so young as yourself needs time to adjust to this situation but I have come to the end of that restraint. It is time you learnt what submission means Potter, and what I expect of you.” Harry chewed his lip nervously as he felt Snape bend down, so that his face was just inches above Harry’s. “You are mine Harry Potter and you will not disgrace me.” Snape straightened himself and after a deep calming breath in addressed Harry again. “Stand up.” Harry did as he was told, although more shakily than he would have liked. Snape held up Harry’s wand right in front of the boy’s face and indicated to it with a sharp flick. “You are going to learn to trust me Harry, you are going to learn to be dependant on me. That is why you will not be getting this back until you’ve proven to me that you trust my judgment.” Harry’s eyes widened in shock as he watched Snape squirrel the wand away into the folds of his cloak before stowing his own wand in the sleeve of his robe just as he preferred.

“How will I do my school….” Harry didn’t finish his sentence as Snape cut him off abruptly.

“I will discuss with the headmaster the removal of your things from the Gryfindor tower and into my own chambers. I will also make arrangements for you to sit with me at meals. You will also not be permitted to leave the castle without my company and I will ask you to refrain from contacting your godfather without my expressed permission.” Harry repressed a deep sigh as he nodded obediently, the full extent of his commitment to Snape falling on his shoulders heavily. Harry knew he’d had it good these last few months, but he’d pushed Snape too far and the elder wizard was finally bringing down the respect he demanded. “Now let me see your cheek.” Harry winced as Snape took a firm hold of his chin and tilted the boy’s head towards the light. Harry closed his eyes as Snape inspected the torn flesh. Reaching behind himself, Snape gathered a small piece of soft cloth and drenched it in an orange liquid before dabbing it carefully onto Harry’s cheek. Harry gritted his teeth determined not to make a sound despite the pain as Snape healed his cheek. “There, now I suggest you go and collect your diary and read the chapter again on intimate fantasies’, then we shall try again.” Harry nodded silently and after a soft tentative kiss from Snape on the corner of his lips turned and disappeared into the lounge room to do as he was told.

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TBC>>>>>