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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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53
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49,168
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273
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Blackmail
CHAPTER 27
Harry smiled weakly as he put the cushion down on the bench before gingerly sitting down on it, trying to conceal the breath-stealing wince at the pain in his rump. The official line Harry was feeding everyone was that he had an injured tailbone from the grueling tutoring sessions from Snape but one freckle faced; red haired girl had already guessed the truth. Harry had avoided looking at Ginny Weasley all of Saturday breakfast and it was only when the great hall had emptied that the boy dared glance up at his friend.
“Potter’s a man.” Ginny whispered knowingly her eyebrows raised daring Harry to say otherwise. Harry blushed a deep pink colour as he shifted uncomfortably on the cushion. “Give you a good pounding did he?” Ginny chuckled quietly as she continued to stare at her elder friend who was clearly uncomfortable. “What was it like?” Ginny continued when it was clear Harry wasn’t going to reply to either of her previous comments. Harry’s blush deepened as the boy purposefully glanced around to make sure no one was in the hall to over hear their conversation.
“It hurt.” Harry finally replied nervously watching as Ginny frowned a little in concern.
“Yeah, it does the first time but how was it?” Ginny pressed determined to get a proper answer to her question rather than the obvious. Harry twisted his hands in the sleeves of his jumper and he rocked his head from side to side in contemplation. Last night had admittedly been special and Snape had been amazing but Harry couldn’t in good conscious say he’d enjoyed the experience, he’d been too nervous and in pain to really enjoy the good parts.
“Okay, it had good and bad parts but it’s not something I’d go nuts over.” Harry shrugged his shoulders casually as he watched Ginny laugh out loud before shaking her head in disbelief of how obtuse Harry was being about the whole subject.
“Alright so what was the best part?” Ginny continued more than determined now to get some detailed information from the wizard sitting before her. Harry blushed again and leaned in closer across the table, not really wanting to admit this but knowing that any feedback he got from someone more experienced then him would be a good thing at settling his own mind.
“When he came in me.” Harry breathed out watching as Ginny squealed in excitement and squeezed Harry’s hands tightly from across the table.
“That’s my favorite part too.” Ginny laughed conspiratorially as she stood up knowing that any moment the Herbology club would be coming in to start setting up their displays for Sunday’s annual Herbology competition. Harry winced as he stood up too, ensuring to stuff his cushion into his bag as he followed Ginny out of the hall and up towards the Gryfindor Tower. Snape had kicked Harry out of his chambers early this morning, although he had kissed the young wizard in reassurance as he’d handed him a healing salve for his backside before closing the door. Harry had felt wonderful waking up in Severus’ arms, and although he would have liked to discuss what had happened between them they hadn’t really got time. If Dumbledore got wind of Harry having spent another night in Snape’s chambers all hell would break loose and the last thing Harry needed was his godfather finding out about he and Snape.
Promising Ginny he’d meet her later in the library to further discuss his first sexual encounter, Harry parted from his friend to use the toilet. The Gryfindor six-year boys bathroom was deserted and Harry dumped his bag as he stepped up to the urinals. Unexpectedly he had no control over himself and found that just keeping his stream in a straight line impossible. As he struggled with his rebelling penis Harry became acutely aware of a pair of eyes staring at him. Grabbing for his wand in his cloak pocket Harry spun around and froze on the spot when he sat a familiar blonde haired slithering propped up against a shower cubical door, his arms folded across his chest and a smirk twitching on his lips.
“Multiple erections can do that to you Potter, nice.” Draco whispered as he gestured with his head at Harry’s cock that was still poking out from between the v of his trousers. Hastily Harry tucked himself back in and turned to leave not in any mood to put up with Draco’s taunts this early in the morning. “I know you’re fucking him and I know you went to the club with him. You saw my dad there.” Harry paused as he reached down for his bag, swallowing nervously as Draco’s words sank in. Slowly Harry straightened himself back up and carefully glanced over his shoulder back at the blonde.
”I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Harry mumbled playing to the ignorant card and hoping it worked. Unfortunately Draco wasn’t biting and huffed a contemptible laugh at Harry’s flippant brush off.
“Don’t play dumb Potter, you’re stupid but not brain dead.” Draco spat as Harry turned back to face him, his arms folded across his own chest as he glared at the blonde defensively.
“So what if I am fucking him and so what if I went to the club, it’s none of your business.” Harry returned wondering how on earth Draco knew about what was going on between he and Snape. Draco smiled his familiar grin and shrugged his shoulders casually.
“I want you to get him to do me.” Draco breathed out Harry’s confused frown making the blonde roll his eyes contemptibly. “I know you were at the club with him Potter because I was there too. Contrary to popular belief I enjoy the company of an older man to supplement my female pursuits here at school and the only place you can get quality cock when your underage is at 69’s every Friday.” Draco put simply watching as Potter’s eyes widened impossibly in shock.
“How do you get out?” Harry whispered wondering how on earth Draco managed to sneak out of the school every Friday. Draco scoffed loudly and gestured flippantly at Harry.
“When your Head of House is out as well there’s not a lot between you and the outside world Potter, it’s just a matter of timing and keeping in his shadow.” Draco smirked knowingly at Harry who sighed heavily, knowing himself how easy it had been to follow Snape to the club relatively undetected.
“So what do you want me to do?” Harry grumbled becoming extremely uncomfortable talking about this in the middle of a public bathroom. As if sensing Harry’s irritation Draco gestured to the entrance to the bathroom.
“Dumb and Dumber are outside stopping anyone from coming in Potter so chill.” Draco gestured to the bench opposite where he stood and Harry knowing he had little choice in the matter strolled over to it and painfully sat down on its edge. Draco smiled at Harry’s wince of pain confirming again what he already figured out. “I want you to get him to fuck me Potter.” Draco continued when Harry had done shuffling awkwardly on the edge of the bench. Harry’s head shot up immediately a disbelieving smirk on his face as he looked over Draco pointedly.
“I’ve only just fucked the guy myself without trying to force him to do you as well. Besides I’m pretty sure you’re not what gets him going and he’s already said he doesn’t share.” Harry scoffed automatically not realizing how jealous he sounded to Draco who was staring at him with a strange smirk of amusement.
“Don’t get your fucking panties in a knot Potter, I don’t want to steal him away from whatever sickening love thing you’ve got going. I just want to get laid, the man’s got a reputation at the club and judging from the way you’re walking this morning none of it’s exaggerated.” Draco snorted as Harry blushed and lowered his gaze to the bathroom floor in embarrassment having not realized he was walking funny. “I know the fetish he’s got with you, and all those look-a-likes, I’ve tried countless times to get a number but that pig Alistair Grantham, says he’s not getting paid to recruit my type.” Draco shrugged his shoulders irritably as he stepped away from the shower cubical and came over to where Harry was still fidgeting awkwardly on the bench. “Listen Potter you’re my only hope of getting the fuck of a life time and I want you to do it for me.” Draco spat as he glared down at Harry who was still defiantly staring back at the blonde.
“What if I say no.” Harry whispered warily wondering how on earth Draco was going to try and enforce his will. Draco smiled wickedly and leaned down so that his face was practically pressed against Harry’s.
“Then I’ll start sending out owls to every newspaper in the country revealing that the wizarding worlds savior is a ring jockey, and that he’s having a sordid underaged love affair with his professor and death eater. Bet the dark lord will love that.” Draco breathed out silkily against Harry’s face watching as the emerald green eyes flickered in concern.
“Are you blackmailing me?” Harry whispered cursing his voice for trembling and making Draco’s satisfied smirk widen impossibly. Casually Draco shrugged his shoulders and backed away from Harry to collect his own bag that was sitting on the bench beside the other young wizard.
“Not if you pull this off Potter.” Draco laughed as he strolled towards the exit of the bathroom.
“Then what do I get out of it?” Harry accused pointedly as he slid off the bench with a wince and followed Draco towards the exit. The blonde paused on the threshold of the bathroom and looked back at Harry seriously.
“Well apart from being able to continue your relationship with him undisturbed, anything you want. I’m not adverse to having you watch us, even joining in after I’ve reached my goal, in fact you might even learn something.” Draco’s sarcastic mocking smirk irked Harry’s irritation, his fists clenching tightly in anger as he watched the blonde push back a bang of blonde fringe from his face as he smiled almost innocently at Harry.
“How long have I got?” Harry bit through clenched teeth knowing he could do nothing about his situation.
“I want his long, thick prick stuffed up my arse by the end of the month or I start writing got it?” Harry nodded at Draco’s smirk and watched as the blonde strode from the bathroom a confident swagger about his step as he walked off down the hall his two bodyguards following. Harry sighed heavily and closed his eyes as he slumped back against the doorframe. This morning he’d been on cloud nine but everything had come crashing back down around him abruptly. He needed to get help and the only person he knew who might be able to was currently in a ‘girls only’ monthly meeting with McGonagall.
With another sigh Harry grabbed his things and headed up towards the private room McGonagall used for her meetings. He’d just have to wait for Ginny outside and see what they could both come up with to turn the tables on Draco.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Harry smiled weakly as he put the cushion down on the bench before gingerly sitting down on it, trying to conceal the breath-stealing wince at the pain in his rump. The official line Harry was feeding everyone was that he had an injured tailbone from the grueling tutoring sessions from Snape but one freckle faced; red haired girl had already guessed the truth. Harry had avoided looking at Ginny Weasley all of Saturday breakfast and it was only when the great hall had emptied that the boy dared glance up at his friend.
“Potter’s a man.” Ginny whispered knowingly her eyebrows raised daring Harry to say otherwise. Harry blushed a deep pink colour as he shifted uncomfortably on the cushion. “Give you a good pounding did he?” Ginny chuckled quietly as she continued to stare at her elder friend who was clearly uncomfortable. “What was it like?” Ginny continued when it was clear Harry wasn’t going to reply to either of her previous comments. Harry’s blush deepened as the boy purposefully glanced around to make sure no one was in the hall to over hear their conversation.
“It hurt.” Harry finally replied nervously watching as Ginny frowned a little in concern.
“Yeah, it does the first time but how was it?” Ginny pressed determined to get a proper answer to her question rather than the obvious. Harry twisted his hands in the sleeves of his jumper and he rocked his head from side to side in contemplation. Last night had admittedly been special and Snape had been amazing but Harry couldn’t in good conscious say he’d enjoyed the experience, he’d been too nervous and in pain to really enjoy the good parts.
“Okay, it had good and bad parts but it’s not something I’d go nuts over.” Harry shrugged his shoulders casually as he watched Ginny laugh out loud before shaking her head in disbelief of how obtuse Harry was being about the whole subject.
“Alright so what was the best part?” Ginny continued more than determined now to get some detailed information from the wizard sitting before her. Harry blushed again and leaned in closer across the table, not really wanting to admit this but knowing that any feedback he got from someone more experienced then him would be a good thing at settling his own mind.
“When he came in me.” Harry breathed out watching as Ginny squealed in excitement and squeezed Harry’s hands tightly from across the table.
“That’s my favorite part too.” Ginny laughed conspiratorially as she stood up knowing that any moment the Herbology club would be coming in to start setting up their displays for Sunday’s annual Herbology competition. Harry winced as he stood up too, ensuring to stuff his cushion into his bag as he followed Ginny out of the hall and up towards the Gryfindor Tower. Snape had kicked Harry out of his chambers early this morning, although he had kissed the young wizard in reassurance as he’d handed him a healing salve for his backside before closing the door. Harry had felt wonderful waking up in Severus’ arms, and although he would have liked to discuss what had happened between them they hadn’t really got time. If Dumbledore got wind of Harry having spent another night in Snape’s chambers all hell would break loose and the last thing Harry needed was his godfather finding out about he and Snape.
Promising Ginny he’d meet her later in the library to further discuss his first sexual encounter, Harry parted from his friend to use the toilet. The Gryfindor six-year boys bathroom was deserted and Harry dumped his bag as he stepped up to the urinals. Unexpectedly he had no control over himself and found that just keeping his stream in a straight line impossible. As he struggled with his rebelling penis Harry became acutely aware of a pair of eyes staring at him. Grabbing for his wand in his cloak pocket Harry spun around and froze on the spot when he sat a familiar blonde haired slithering propped up against a shower cubical door, his arms folded across his chest and a smirk twitching on his lips.
“Multiple erections can do that to you Potter, nice.” Draco whispered as he gestured with his head at Harry’s cock that was still poking out from between the v of his trousers. Hastily Harry tucked himself back in and turned to leave not in any mood to put up with Draco’s taunts this early in the morning. “I know you’re fucking him and I know you went to the club with him. You saw my dad there.” Harry paused as he reached down for his bag, swallowing nervously as Draco’s words sank in. Slowly Harry straightened himself back up and carefully glanced over his shoulder back at the blonde.
”I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Harry mumbled playing to the ignorant card and hoping it worked. Unfortunately Draco wasn’t biting and huffed a contemptible laugh at Harry’s flippant brush off.
“Don’t play dumb Potter, you’re stupid but not brain dead.” Draco spat as Harry turned back to face him, his arms folded across his own chest as he glared at the blonde defensively.
“So what if I am fucking him and so what if I went to the club, it’s none of your business.” Harry returned wondering how on earth Draco knew about what was going on between he and Snape. Draco smiled his familiar grin and shrugged his shoulders casually.
“I want you to get him to do me.” Draco breathed out Harry’s confused frown making the blonde roll his eyes contemptibly. “I know you were at the club with him Potter because I was there too. Contrary to popular belief I enjoy the company of an older man to supplement my female pursuits here at school and the only place you can get quality cock when your underage is at 69’s every Friday.” Draco put simply watching as Potter’s eyes widened impossibly in shock.
“How do you get out?” Harry whispered wondering how on earth Draco managed to sneak out of the school every Friday. Draco scoffed loudly and gestured flippantly at Harry.
“When your Head of House is out as well there’s not a lot between you and the outside world Potter, it’s just a matter of timing and keeping in his shadow.” Draco smirked knowingly at Harry who sighed heavily, knowing himself how easy it had been to follow Snape to the club relatively undetected.
“So what do you want me to do?” Harry grumbled becoming extremely uncomfortable talking about this in the middle of a public bathroom. As if sensing Harry’s irritation Draco gestured to the entrance to the bathroom.
“Dumb and Dumber are outside stopping anyone from coming in Potter so chill.” Draco gestured to the bench opposite where he stood and Harry knowing he had little choice in the matter strolled over to it and painfully sat down on its edge. Draco smiled at Harry’s wince of pain confirming again what he already figured out. “I want you to get him to fuck me Potter.” Draco continued when Harry had done shuffling awkwardly on the edge of the bench. Harry’s head shot up immediately a disbelieving smirk on his face as he looked over Draco pointedly.
“I’ve only just fucked the guy myself without trying to force him to do you as well. Besides I’m pretty sure you’re not what gets him going and he’s already said he doesn’t share.” Harry scoffed automatically not realizing how jealous he sounded to Draco who was staring at him with a strange smirk of amusement.
“Don’t get your fucking panties in a knot Potter, I don’t want to steal him away from whatever sickening love thing you’ve got going. I just want to get laid, the man’s got a reputation at the club and judging from the way you’re walking this morning none of it’s exaggerated.” Draco snorted as Harry blushed and lowered his gaze to the bathroom floor in embarrassment having not realized he was walking funny. “I know the fetish he’s got with you, and all those look-a-likes, I’ve tried countless times to get a number but that pig Alistair Grantham, says he’s not getting paid to recruit my type.” Draco shrugged his shoulders irritably as he stepped away from the shower cubical and came over to where Harry was still fidgeting awkwardly on the bench. “Listen Potter you’re my only hope of getting the fuck of a life time and I want you to do it for me.” Draco spat as he glared down at Harry who was still defiantly staring back at the blonde.
“What if I say no.” Harry whispered warily wondering how on earth Draco was going to try and enforce his will. Draco smiled wickedly and leaned down so that his face was practically pressed against Harry’s.
“Then I’ll start sending out owls to every newspaper in the country revealing that the wizarding worlds savior is a ring jockey, and that he’s having a sordid underaged love affair with his professor and death eater. Bet the dark lord will love that.” Draco breathed out silkily against Harry’s face watching as the emerald green eyes flickered in concern.
“Are you blackmailing me?” Harry whispered cursing his voice for trembling and making Draco’s satisfied smirk widen impossibly. Casually Draco shrugged his shoulders and backed away from Harry to collect his own bag that was sitting on the bench beside the other young wizard.
“Not if you pull this off Potter.” Draco laughed as he strolled towards the exit of the bathroom.
“Then what do I get out of it?” Harry accused pointedly as he slid off the bench with a wince and followed Draco towards the exit. The blonde paused on the threshold of the bathroom and looked back at Harry seriously.
“Well apart from being able to continue your relationship with him undisturbed, anything you want. I’m not adverse to having you watch us, even joining in after I’ve reached my goal, in fact you might even learn something.” Draco’s sarcastic mocking smirk irked Harry’s irritation, his fists clenching tightly in anger as he watched the blonde push back a bang of blonde fringe from his face as he smiled almost innocently at Harry.
“How long have I got?” Harry bit through clenched teeth knowing he could do nothing about his situation.
“I want his long, thick prick stuffed up my arse by the end of the month or I start writing got it?” Harry nodded at Draco’s smirk and watched as the blonde strode from the bathroom a confident swagger about his step as he walked off down the hall his two bodyguards following. Harry sighed heavily and closed his eyes as he slumped back against the doorframe. This morning he’d been on cloud nine but everything had come crashing back down around him abruptly. He needed to get help and the only person he knew who might be able to was currently in a ‘girls only’ monthly meeting with McGonagall.
With another sigh Harry grabbed his things and headed up towards the private room McGonagall used for her meetings. He’d just have to wait for Ginny outside and see what they could both come up with to turn the tables on Draco.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>