Extreme Seduction

Chapter Three: Mine






 

Chapter Three: Mine

 

 

Harry was in despair. He
was sitting in a quiet corner of the library with Ron and Hermione while they
searched an an answer but so far they hadn’t found anything.

 

“‘Lust and potions’,
‘spells to increase ones desire’, ‘Eros dictionary’... nothing! There’s
nothing,” sighed Hermione.

 

“I didn’t know the library
was so full of books on this subject. It’s very interesting. I understand now,
why you spend so many time here ‘Mione,” teased Ron with a smile, holding a
book entitled ‘A Bunny and its carrot’ in his hands.

 

“If you spend more time
here, you would know that, but it’s not what I usually read. Thank you
Ron” answered Hermione sarcastically.

 

She turned her worried eyes
on Harry and added:

 

“I don’t know what’s
happened but I think, perhaps, you are allergic to an ingredient in that potion
we made yesterday. Maybe it would be best for you to see Madame Pomfrey again,
Harry.”

 

“Yeah, perhaps it’s an
allergy after all. You’re right, ‘Mione. I go now to see her and ”

 

“But Harry,” Hermione cut
in suddenly, “you can’t go now. You don’t have the time. We have Herbology in
ten minutes.”

 

Harry rolled his eyes.
“Yes, we have Herbology... with the Slytherins... with Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle,
Zabini...”

 

“Okay, okay, Harry. You’re
right; it would be preferable for you to go in the hospital wing now. Ron and I
will explain your absence to Professor Sprout.”

 

“Thank you. See you later.”

 

“See you,” echoed his
friends.

 

 

 

 

 

Harry made his way to the
hospital wing without any harassment - to his great relief - and Madame
Pomfrey, after an explanation, gave him some tests to take.

 

“The results will be ready
tomorrow, Mister Potter.”

 

“Tomorrow?!? There’s no
possibility of having it done faster, Madame Pomfrey, because...”

 

“I am sorry Mister Potter,
but it’s the fastest I can do.”

 

Annoyed, Harry left the
room for the third time in twosecusecutive days.

 

 

 

 

“So Harry, what did Madame
Pomfrey tell you?” asked Ron eagerly. nbspnbsp;

“The results will be ready
tomorrow!”

 

“Tomorrow! There’s no
possibility...”

 

“No, Ron. She told me
tomorrow would be the soonest she could have the results.”

 

“Oh, mate. That’s horrible.
What will you do about Snape and your... detention?” whispered Ron, appalled to
a very pale Harry.

 

Harry had told his friends
about the happenings with Malfoy and Snape from earlier that morning and the
two of them had been dismayed and horrified.

 

“I dunno,” sighed Harry. He
ran a tired hand through his hair and shook his head slowly.

 

“Go and explain everything
to Dumbledore Harry,” said Hermione, her voice was determined. “Dumbledore
should be able to help you.”

 

“Yeah mate,” added a
beaming Ron. “Dumbledore is your solution. He can cancel your detention and you
won’t be alone with Snape in the dungeons tonight.”

 

Harry smiled back.

 

 

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Where was Dumbledore? It
was dinnertime and usually the Headmaster was on his golden seat in the middle
of the teacher’s table, thought Harry.

 

He turned his head to ask
the question to Ron and Hermione and saw in the faces of his friends, the same
question. They stared at them worriedly. Since Harry had defeated Voldemort,
the castle was safer. The Death Eaters were either no longer alive or were in
Azkaban prison, where no escape would be possible this time. There were no more
supporters either. Professor McGonagall was nowhere in sight as well. It was
not surprising, as they were often called on by the Ministrhichhich was being
lead by Arthur Weasley. They often met each other concerning the new rules for
Hogwarts, for the safety and learning of the students.

 

“D’you think Dumbledore and
McGonagall are at the Ministry?” asked Ron astonished.

 

“Probably,” answered
Hermione, who was biting her lip.

 

“Oh, yes,” responded
Neville who had heard his fellow friends speaking. “I heard Malfoy speaking
about it earlier to Crabbe and it’s Snape who irrenrrently keeping an eye on
the school.” Neville grimaced at these words.

 

Harry had the feeling that
his stomach was melting. He looked to his friends and saw they that were having
the same sensation.

 

“Harry, don’t worry,”
murmured vid vid Hermione. “Ron and I will follow you everywhere and you will
stay in the Gryffindor’s common room tonight. Don’t go to the detention. And
when Dumbledore gets back, we’ll speak to him and explain everything.”

 

“Right ‘Mione. Plus, Harry
will have the results of the tests by then and we’ll know what’s happened.”

 

Hermione nodded and Harry
slowly imitated her.

 

He felt better now that he
could almost see the end of the tunnel. Dumbledore would be able to help. Harry
was sure of that and if he’d stayed alive one day in this situation so far, why
not two! He lifted his head slightly and was about to smile with relief and
joy, when he saw Malfoy’s hand... sliding under the table... again. Harry
wanted to cry.

 

 

 

The raven-haired boy tried
to focus his thoughts on anything but the hand and looked instead at
Neville, who wanted desperately to talk with Seamus and Dean, who were drooling
in their plates... but not for the food. Harry, quickly turned his head and met
Ernie MacMillan’s hungry eyes. He turned back again and saw Stewart Ackerley,
who was looking at the Gryffindor’s arse.

 

‘Breathe Harry, breathe,’
he thought, blushing. ‘Don’t look at them. There is Ron in front of you so
watch him’.

 

Harry fixed eyeseyes on
Ron, who was eating with a great appetite, totally unaware of the surroundings
other that his chocolate cake. But just beyond Ron, two sparkling bovine eyes
slid along Harry’s upper body. For the other boy, it was the best image he had
ever seen in his short life, and it was apparent that it was Goyle who now
desired him. ‘That’s just awful!’ thought Harry.

 

 

 

The trio quickly finished
their meal and left the room hurriedly. They were walking along the corridor to
the Gryffindor’s tower when they had to stop.

 

In front of them were
several Slytherin men, who were looking at Harry with intense lust.

 

“Granger, Weasel, go away!”
declared Draco Malfoy, without taking his eyes off his prey.

 

“No way, Malfoy! Leave
Harry alone,” answered Ron, angrily.

 

“It’s not you we want
Weasel, so GO AWAY.”

 

In response, Ron and
Hermione took out their wands and pointed the tips at the Slytherins.

 

“What are you doing, Mr.
Weasley and Miss Granger? Harassing my students?” spat a icy voice from behind
them. “Detention for both of you, with Filch, now.”

 

“But Professor...”

 

“I said NOW Miss Granger.”
Snape turned to Filch who was near him and added “Filch, get them out of my
sight.”

 

“Of course, Professor,”
grinned the caretaker evilly.

 

“Harry,” breathed Hermione.

 

Ron and her looked at their
friend with fear and horror.

 

“It’s nothing, ‘Mione.
Follow Filch. If I can defeat Voldemort, I can protect myself from anyone else.
Don’t worry. It will be OK,” murmured Harry determinedly.

 

With one last, sorry look,
the two Gryffindors followed Filch.

 

“Now you,” said Snape to
the Slytherins, “return to your House immediately.”

 

The tone was sharp and they
understood the threat. With a last lustful look, they made their way to the
Slytherin’s common room.

 

When they were alone in the
empty corridor, Snape grinned maliciously.

 

“So, Mister Potter, you
thought you could return to your common room. You believed you could forego
your detention... without consequences.” Snape laughed evilly and looked at the
nervous young man. His dark eyes burned like hell. He wanted the boy. He wanted
those lips, that smooth, tanned skin. He wanted to touch his body everywhere,
to smell it, to taste it. He growled as the image of fucking his student
passionately drew clearly in his mind. He could almost hear the scream of
pleasure. Oh, yes, that mouth. His cock in that mouth...

 

“Come on Mister Potter. You
are a bad boy... thinking you could forego voluntarily a detention... with me.
For that, you deserve a punishment, Mister Potter and I’ll give it to you.
Follow me.”

 

Harry swallowed hard and
followed his professor. The flames he saw in his professor’s eyes... He was
scared and didn’t want to know what would happen if he were to disobey Snape.
He knew how to defend himself and could stupefy Snape if he had to. His wand
was not far.

 

Maybe, Snape could control
himself. Usually, he mastered himself quite well...

 

“But usually, there is no
lust in his eyes,” said a
little voice in Harry’s head.

 

Perhaps, he would want
me...

 

“Yes, want you, that’s it!”

 

... want me to scrub
cauldrons...

 

“Yes, using your hands... or his”

 

... or to wash the floor...

 

“Take a shower with you and wash your body”

 

... or write an essay...

 

“On what are the best positions in lovemaking”

 

... help him...

 

“Yeah!”

 

... to prepare a potion...

 

“An aphrodisiac! He’s a Potion’s Master, he doesn’t
need any help!”

 

... to sort vials or
ingredients...

 

“Towards his bedroom”

 

... NO! He can’t want
that... It’s ...Snape!... You are a pervert!

 

“Not a pervert! Just being realistic!”

 

Now shhhhhh.

 

 

 

The two men walked through
several corridors down in the dungeons, when Harry realized he had never seen
this picture, or that statue, nor this... where was he? Snape took Harry’s hand
and suddenly pushed him into a dark room. He heard the door slam.

 

“Incendio!” said Snape and
a fire lit the room.

 

Harry realized he was in
Snape’s quarters.

 

His heart beat faster and
his breath hitched when two hands clutched at his shoulders. Snape turned
Harry’s body and pinned his warm flesh against the icy wall. With a low groan,
the older man arched into Harry’s body, who could feel a hand slide down his
back to his arse and squeeze it. Snape leaned along his student’s body and took
Harry’s chin with his other hand. They were gazing into each other’s eyes.

 

“You’re mine, Harry and
I’ll prove it to you now.”