Sexy Slytherin

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A/N: Well, I still thank everyone for all these reviews! My poor small heart does not go back from there either, but it is happy with such an amount of attention! *____* the moment that everyone waited for so badly is finally here: Zorro arrived!! That is to say, the splendid and courageous Harry Potter!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 3 : Run Forrest ! Run !


His body felt disconnected, just like his brilliant brain.

Why hadn't he taken time to pass by his rooms?

Nobody, however, was up at this hour in the corridors of Hogwarts! The students were all in their dormitories, preparing to fall into dreamland.

Now, it was too late...

While Lupin tried to half-open his tightened lips with his hot and raspy tongue, Snape remembered that the ex-teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts was in his laboratory because he had given him an appointment!!!!

‘By the beard of Merlin! The potion! The POTION!!! ‘

The new full moon was arriving soon and he had sent an owl to Lupin to let him know that his wolf's bane potion was ready! He was really below all today! A perfect imbecile!

He felt his cheeks reddening when the hips of the werewolf brushed gingerly against his groin. Despite himself, a part of his body reacted and he didn’t know where to put himself or what to do.

Well…what? You believe that one made such advances on him daily??? So shameless??? And…so sexual???!!!

The last word was banished from his vocabulary since he had so many "applicants" since his very tender youth! To say the least, that is!

Oh, it wasn’t necessary to dream. His love life and even his sexual one resembled the Sahara desert!

Then why this part of his anatomy precisely disconnected also??? WHY???

He shook all over and, seeing himself so vulnerable, he released the glass of water he held with his hand.

The animal let out a deep laugh that sounded like a satisfied growl, and Snape realized that this…this beast was smiling against his mouth!

What was wrong with him? Here he had a superb male specimen rubbing sensually against him and his only thought was to run away! He was in a situation that went beyond human comprehension. What irony!

A few years ago, yes, he would have perhaps taken the risk to answer these...bestial desires. Now, this part of his body had betrayed him in just a few seconds…but he would remain faithful to his heart.

Who would have believed it, anyway? Even if there was no hope that this love was reciprocal, he clung to this soft thought.

He tried to get himself in order so that he could make his brain function, all the while trying to wriggle awkwardly so as to escape the pressure of the more than sulfurous Lupin.

It wasn’t the water, then, how the animal in heat came from the outside of Hogwarts. This would be...

“Mmm, Severus…” murmured Remus, a soft and tempting voice cutting his thoughts short, “don’t worry. I will not hurt you. You will like it...”

LIKE IT??? Like what? No! It was better not to know! Who did he think he was?!

AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! Was that a hand sneaking underneath his robe????

“Lupin! Let me go!” asked the Potions Master, a nearly firm voice trying to push back this wandering hand far, faaaar away from his famous family jewels down below.

“Severus, go on, be a devil and let yourself go. You will not regret it. I’ll be gentle! You will feel only pleasure,” whispered the beast with a cajoling tone, pressing himself against Severus even more, threading an insistent knee between his disobedient thighs.

‘Yeah! That’s it! Do you take me as Little Red Riding Hood, or what? You’ll see! I will... ‘

‘Eh ? ‘

And there, the shock!

Oh. Oh, Merlin, he really WAS an imbecile!

Lupin had grabbed Snape’s butt and touched them lovingly while he licked his neck.

Did he take him for a piece of meat, or what???

“Oooh, Severus darling! Who would have believed that under these austere wizard robes, you hid such a fine arse? Mmm, quite firm and muscular...”

The bronze eyes fixed upon him without a blink, vibrated with an animalistic desire so strong that Snape believed was going to faint like a little girl.

“I wonder if you’re hiding anything else...” he whispered in a greedy tone.

But…he licked his lips over it, the bastard!

His poor little heart could not take much more! It was beyond its limits!! He couldn’t take anymore!!! Ashamed, he felt something forming in his throat while his eyes began to prick him a bit. He was not going to cry now! Snapes did NOT cry!

And they did NOT get sexually harassed!!!!

What infamy!!!

A sudden urge caused him to tighten his muscles and he was released after a moment from the octopus-esque grip of Lupin. He briefly thought, in a flash of dark humor, that all his "applicants" must have had octopus DNA or of some other type of animal with tentacles because their hands were everywhere and anywhere as soon as they were put on him!!

Finally free, he slipped very slowly along the cold wall, watching Lupin as he the wild beast who wanted his small body watched him, as if he were facing a cobra on the verge of attacking. The slightest movement could prove fatal!

Especially fatal for his arse!

He’d never go back if that were to happen!

Remus looked at him head to toe with a lustful eye, delighted by the image that Severus was offering to him: the fine robe sticking to his body like a second skin, emphasizing each curve, each bulging muscle; the black hair that was usually so perfectly set up that now was quite rebellious; the slightly pink cheekbones where above, superb black eyes shone with a deep glare... and with a look of a tracked animal!

Thanks to his particular gifts, the werewolf felt the intoxicating scent being released from Snape’s silky black locks, as well as the particular perfume of his skin. It wasn’t at all unpleasant, compared to that which he had assumed.

He was filled up with all that, and more. His brain was saturated with all the exhilarating feelings emanating from Snape.

His head was spinning, making him even crazier with desire.

“Huh. Lupin, I just remembered that, um...Dumbledore wanted to see me immediately. There was small, uh… problem in my class this morning and he wants me to submit a detailed report to him of what took place. You know how Dumbledore is...”

He was surprised to see a light smile on the corner of the lips of his predator, not at all bothered by the fact that he was trying to run away. On the contrary, he seemed... delighted and excited: the dilated pupils, half open eyes, panting. He appeared to have been waiting for that.

Others than him would have been happy to succumb to such an offer, which promised such an amazing sense of nirvana, but his instinct shouted at him to flee. He must have been really sick!

“Dumbledore can wait,” Lupin suggested with a libidinous look. “It won’t take long.”

Eh? What was he insinuating there?

Did he want just a quick shag and then go away quietly?

Damn! The only one who had a right to intimately touch his body was Harry, and only Harry! Well...in his dreams. Actually, the two of them hardly spoke to each other, to his great displeasure.

He pushed back his sad thoughts and returned to the problem at hand.

« I’m sorry, Lupin, but I must go. »

He took a few more steps towards the door, slowly.

“I have no need for what you offer to me,” he added hastily. “The potion is in the cupboard on the wall behind you!”

And without waiting anymore, he moved away from the wall and threw himself at the door.

With lightning quick speed Lupin violently pushed Snape against the cold stones near the door through which he had just left. He couldn’t do a thing. He was too strong!

His gasp was quickly choked by the mouth of his attacker, who slid an impatient tongue between his still-swollen lips from the kisses that he had received previously.

Severus tried to push him away but that did nothing but excite Lupin even more. He groaned, happy because of the resistance. He wrapped his arms around him in a possessive way. He had finally managed to get a good grip on his shoulders and he pushed him away before Lupin tried to suck his tonsils out!

His fingers sought the handle of the door but he bumped his elbow into it. He ignored the pain that went up along his arm and finally opened the door. It wasn’t even half open before he snuck and began to run at top speed.

His life might have not been in danger, but his virtue was, and considerably!

He risked glancing behind him and saw Lupin’ head leaning through the door frame.

“Severus, where are you going? I’m not done with you!” he shouted with a broad, hungry smile before roaring with laughter.

The Potions Master had had enough of it and took to his heels.

Once again.

It was better not to tempt the devil!

‘ Run ! Run, run ! And do not STOP !!!!! ‘

There surely was a place where he could hide!

Pouring all of his energy into his legs, he started to run even more quickly while throwing a glance around him every few moments. If only…

Where could he go? Which way?

He was panicking so much that he didn’t know where he was anymore. He saw an intersection in front of him, but he didn’t know where to turn. Right or left? Which floor was he on? (It’s grammatically correct to say ‘on which floor was he?’ but most English speakers would write it the way I put it)

Approaching the turning point, he decided to go to the right and managed to crash right into somebody.

And this somebody was Filch.

In less than a second he was reminded of all that he had been through since his awakening and he couldn’t control his quavering voice.

« Sorry! » he stuttered at the caretaker before sinking in full speed.

“Pro... Professor S-snape,” Filch said, stammering behind him.

Then he heard an admiring whistle and…

« Mmm, rawrrr ! »

Rawr ???

What was this lascivious growl?

He began to stumble when he realized that Filch had whistled at him - as one whistles at a beautiful girl – and what was more: he had growled !!!

His fear returned with full force; he still didn’t understand what had happened at Hogwarts, and understood even less what had happened to its habitants. He was sure of one thing:

‘They are all degenerate and depraved!!!!!!’

He needed a safe place. No! Better than that. He needed to leave this crazy school!!

Panting, he flattened himself against the wall that led to staircases, climbing up them almost four by four shortly afterward. He felt nauseous and his headache was returning. This was NOT a good sign!!

He didn’t dare go down again towards the dungeons. He was too afraid to come across Lupin…or even worse, Filch!!!

Who knew what the caretaker would do to him, he who had a sick affinity for chains and punishments of the past? BRRRRR!!!!!

He REALLY didn’t need to be thinking about that !!!

It seemed more prudent to go upstairs. Finding himself in a corridor that he didn’t recognize, he slowly began to quit running. Panting, he watched the doors—fortunately there were only three of them! He tried to find a solid one…One of them was armored!

He chose one of them randomly, considering that they all were identical, and opened it, only to close it quicker. He then flattened his back against the comforting wood and lowered his head against his chest, trying to gather whatever dignity and reason that he had left after all the trials that he had had to endure.

« Umm…Professor ? »

This voice! No. It couldn’t be...? Was he finally safe, and…well, lucky in his misfortune? He probably would never acknowledge it vocally, but he felt relieved to have run into him.

After all, wasn't he the Boy Who Lived, the most powerful wizard of all time? Who other than he could save Snape from the hell he had sunk into?

It could have been worse! Imagine his pain if he had gone outside and met Hagrid on his way? Because undoubtedly, it would have happened! Considering the bad luck that he had had since his awakening in the infirmary... How could he have protected himself against somebody of such size and weight as Hagrid, and without his wand? Said object should be in his rooms, knowing Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore...

He shivered wildly in fear.

He asked himself: wasn't Harry Potter going to react like the others, in the same strange way? Until now, that was what had been happening! If so, he couldn’t extricate from this net... and he was too tired to fight. At least he would give up facing the person whom he loved the most in the world...

‘I can’t do this any more. All these feelings are not for me. Let us stop it as soon as possible! I am tired of this escape without end!! If Harry wants my body, then he can take it! My buttocks will survive and heal... ‘

Eyes fixed on the ground spitefully, he answered:

« Mister Potter… »

He heard a crumpling, then the sound of steps approaching before he saw Harry’s feet and the bottom of his robes.

Did he dare raise the head towards Harry? Would he see the same sexual desire shining in those beautiful green eyes?

« Professor Snape.. ?

He decided finally to take the bull by the horns. But he had never also felt like such a coward in his life. It was horrible.

He took a deep breath and raised his face to focus his hope-filled eyes towards the man who counted as more than anything to him...


TBC