Lascivus Wanton

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. The characters and the settings belong to J.K. Rowling, and i make no profit from this except for my own satisfaction and the pleasure I get from reading my reviews.

WARNING: This story contains adult scenes and situations which may offend some people, including slash, minor (16y.o) sex, and swearing.


Chapter 3: Friends and lovers

After a week of waking up every night with his cock hard and dripping and Snape\'s face in his mind Harry\'s nerves were on edge. Snape had not once looked at him except to complain of his potions work and take points from Gryffindor. By comparison Harry found his eyes continually drawn to that dark enigmatic figure. He knew that at the teachers\' tables during meals he remained silent and withdrawn, rarely entering the conversation except to make the occasional scathing comment. He also knew that in potions he deliberately ignored students making obvious mistakes that could easily be rectified, waiting until the damage was irreversible before standing up to insult and degrade them. He knew when he was angry his eyes looked black, but when he was enjoying himself- generally when taking points of Gryffindor students- they turned deep brown. Harry hated him. He was a mean, vindictive person who revelled in causing anguish in those weaker than himself. Yet he couldn\'t keep his eyes off him. Every night he dreamed of him and he knew he was becoming increasingly obsessed. He felt a weird fascination which he couldn\'t shake. Ron and Hermione had noticed his preoccupation but didn\'t know what was causing it. He told them he wasn\'t sleeping well because of nightmares and Hermione looked at him in horror before he assured them they didn\'t involve Voldemort. He knew they didn\'t believe him but couldn\'t be bothered spending the energy to convince them- particularly when he much preferred them believing that to suspecting the truth.

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As Snape sat down for breakfast he glanced at the Gryffindor table, not looking straight at Harry but glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. The young man was staring at him again. His face was unreadable at these times, his eyes were deep set and troubled behind his glasses and Snape just wasn\'t sure what to make of it. He was still deeply attracted to him, Snape realised. He had thought he\'d got it out of his system but the flashing green of his eyes as Snape humiliated him yet again in potions- a feat easy to achieve thanks to Potters hopeless Potion work- still caused him instant arousal. He loved making him angry, loved that this sexy young man hated him with so much passion. He concentrated on his food, eating quickly and efficiently. Potter had a double of potions again this afternoon, and Snape was looking forward to it. After breakfast he had some free time he intended to spend finding a particularly difficult potion to stump his afternoon class.

The day sped past, and then he was entering the dungeon, once again seeking out Potter without looking directly at him. He waved his wand and noticed the writing on the board was unusually small and cramped; yes a difficult potion. He sneered at the class; \"before you are the instructions for a potion called Veritaserum, it is, as many of you will know, an extremely strong truth serum. It is also extremely difficult. The last ingredient must be added exactly a month after starting the potion, and therefore you will not be able to complete the potion in class today. Nor will you be able to finish it later, this is a dangerous potion and if made incorrectly can cause a myriad of serious side-effects. However Veritaserum is also very important in the wizarding world. At the completion of the portion of instructions on the board your potion should be a pale blue. I seriously doubt many of you will succeed. At the end of class you will put a sample of your potion in a flask to be tested and marked. Begin.\"

Snape felt a thin smile stretch his lips, the Granger girl was excited at the challenge and practically bounced across the room to the store. Circling the room he noticed that hardly anyone was even getting the first line right, it said powdered beetle wings, not crushed, and they were supposed to be added after the essence of dragon saliva, not before or at the same time. Granger appeared to be doing well unfortunately, but he had to stop Draco from heating his potion before stirring which could have had disastrous consequences. Then he was at Potters table. So far he had made no serious mistakes, but the young man stared at him defiantly, waiting for the inevitable comment. Snape nodded at him. \"Well done Potter.\" The murmur of discontent from the Slytherin side of the room was worth it to see those green eyes open wide in shock, the pupils catching the candlelight and seeming to glow from within. Keep him off-balance; it was a fun variation in his little game. He felt Potters gaze follow him as he walked once more around the room before returning to his desk. It turned him on to know he was being watched.

As the class ended Snape watched the students file past him and deposit the flasks on his desk. The potions ranged from fetid yellow (Longbottom), to perfect pale blue (Granger of course). Potter was last in line and his potion was a darker blue; not too bad. As he walked past to the door Snape stood and followed, waiting till the rest of the class had left before reaching out to pinch him on the butt. Potter swang around, angry, but Snape stopped his protest by trapping his mouth in a kiss, to his surprise Potter responded, his own mouth opening, a moan escaping him as he grabbed around Snape\'s arse and pulled him close, unconsciously acknowledging his own attraction. Potters hands were on his robes, pulling at them, but Snape stopped him, turning him around he lifted the robes and pushed Potter down face forward on the desk, taking him from behind. Potter cried out in pain and pleasure. Snape came almost at once and turned, smoothing his robes and sweeping quickly through the still ajar door.

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Harry got up slowly, still panting for breath. God… there had been no potion this time, how could he have wanted it so bad? Snape was gone… Harry was left confused and angry, and worst of all unsatisfied, his throbbing cock demanding relief. He ducked into the toilet on his way back to the Gryffindor rooms, spilling his load into the uncaring porcelain before splashing his face with cold water to try and combat the flush spreading up his cheeks.

As he walked into the rooms several minutes later he noticed Ron and Hermione in the usual chairs by the fire, both staring into the flames. He walked up and sat down, Ron glanced up quickly and glanced away, Hermione would not meet his eyes.

\"What\'s up?\"

Hermione looked at Ron then at him, \"well Harry…\" she began, Ron gave her a disgusted glance and stood, heading for the dorms. \"Err… when you weren\'t following us after potions we went back to check where you were, and the door… it was open and we saw… well you know.\" She looked at him, blushing, her face concerned and embarrassed. \"Harry, what happened? Did he make you…?\"

\"No…not this time\" He was red and shaking, not wanting to tell the truth but not wanting to lie either.

\"This time! Was there others?\"

\"Detention, last week, he gave me a potion… I think.\" After today Harry was no longer so sure the first time had been under the influence of a potion.

\"Gods Harry… that’s illegal! You have to tell…\"

\"No! I don\'t want anyone to know! And this time… there was no potion.\"

Hermione stared into the fire, silent for a while before continuing; \"but Harry, why? How? You hate Snape!\"

\"Yes I hate him.\" He felt he should say more but there seemed nothing to add. He didn\'t know why; he just knew it felt good, and he couldn\'t help it.

\"Ron… he didn\'t want to say anything, he dragged me away before I burst in and demand an explanation right there and then. I think he was scared… scared that maybe Snape didn\'t make you. I think he preferred not to know. I needed to make sure.\"

She stared into the fire for awhile longer, her face expressionless. Harry remained silent.

\"Well Harry, If you need to talk…\" she headed for the girls dorms. Harry sat for hours before he could stand the thought of going up and facing Ron. He needn\'t have bothered; Ron was pretending to be asleep.