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A very sticky situation


Harry stepped dazedly into the room after a gentle push from Brian, his voice following Harry as he half stumbled into the middle of the room.

“Remember it’s only Snape, you can be as rough as you like.”

Harry stared at his future potions Professor dazedly as the door shut with a quiet click behind him.

Snape’s expression was no longer stoic, fear shone through his eyes and made them into piercing beacons of terror. But Harry could decipher a lurking hatred that festered bitterly behind the fear.

“I’m not going to do it,” He said walking very slowly up to the trembling figure, “I wouldn’t do that to anyone.”

But those soulless pits told him otherwise; evidently Lucius Malfoy had not been above this in his young school days. Well obviously he wasn't, if this was an annual start of term present.

Crouching down he eased the gag from the boy’s face gently, “Look I’ll just untie you and we can get out of here ok?”

Snape spat the rest of the gag out harshly and glared at him, “Stop playing these infantile games and just get it over with!”

Harry stared, “No I mean it really, I can’t…I’m not going to-“

“Yes you are! It’s the reason you’re here isn’t it!”

“No, no I had no idea…”

“Don’t give me your bullshit Malfoy, everybody knows what happened to John Pinkish last year, not to mention what you did to Robert Willis when he turned you down that day in DADA! HE never came back to school!”

“It wasn’t-“

Snape’s glare was heated and Harry trailed off, realising he’d never get the poor boy to believe it hadn't been him.

“Too late for second thoughts Malfoy, they’re just outside the door, waiting for you to come out, and to examine me, you know as well as I what will happen if you haven’t fucked me.”

Harry frowned, sitting down to properly to take the weight off of his ankles, “What?”

“Stop it! Stop playing dense! If you don’t fuck me it means you don’t want me and they can have me, there’ll be about five of them out there by now, maybe more and there’s no guarantees they won’t have me anyway but at least this way there’s a chance. So go on, get it over with.”

Harry looked about desperately, he couldn’t do this, rape another person, it wasn’t right.

But then he couldn’t have five other boys rape his future potions master either.

Finally taking a deep breath and with trembling hands he slowly placed his hand on a bare leg.

A small whimper escaped Snape’s lips and Harry almost flinched.

“Look if it helps this is my first time, so it’s not great for me either.” Harry said quietly, completely forgetting that Snape himself had just said the Lucius very definitely wasn’t a virgin.

“I said dispense with the bullshit Lucius.” Snape gritted through clenched teeth, his hair falling softly across his face as his hands twisted together nervously behind his back.

Harry pursed his lips and then noticed that the other boy was still tied up and so gently set about loosening the ropes.

After he had done so he attempted to rub the circulation back into the other boy’s wrists but he shoved him away and arranged himself on all fours, displaying submission.

Harry thought that it would have been the most beautiful and erotic experience of his life... if it weren’t for the situation.

Tentatively he reached out and placed his hands gently on the warm, pale, globes of flesh before him. It was tempting in the extreme not to take the dark haired boy right there, what revenge for all the pain and humiliation the future Snape was to put him through.

But Harry was not that kind of person, and he could not, in any form condone rape.

“No, I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”

Snape’s head whipped round at that, “But you HAVE to,” He said gazing desperately into Harry’s eyes. “PLEASE Malfoy, please, I beg of you please spare me.”

“No.”

There was silence, before the dark haired boy dejectedly slumped back against the wall.

A small sob tore from his lips and in a small, broken voice he whispered, “I should have known it would be much more exiting for you to watch me being torn open by a group of people…rather than one.”

And with that he turned his face to the wall and evidently tried desperately to quell his wretched sobs. But Harry could still see the shaking of his shoulders.

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Harry looked at his watch for the second time in only a minute. After half an hour of feverish thought he had finally come up with a way of getting the both of them out of the mess they were in and now he was desperate to put his plan into action.

Finally after forty five minutes he deduced that they’d been in the room for a decent amount of time and so quickly stood, briefly dusting of the back of his trousers as he did so, realising with a grimace that he was already adopting some of the Malfoy mannerisms.

Striding confidently over to Snape he grasped him by the hair and swiftly smacked him across the face twice. Snape didn’t even have time to gasp before Harry knocked his head against the wall as hard as he dared causing blood to errupt from his lip. Finally he uttered a spell that caused a splurge of a white healing salve to splatter over Snape’s chin.

Then dragging him up by the arm he shook him roughly, “Go along with everything I say, DO NOT rebel in any way lest you want this evening to end worse than it already has!”

And ignoring Snape’s horrified and somewhat injured look Harry strode to the door and ripped it open.

“Excellent work Brian, God I feel like a million Galleons! Just what I needed to put me back into the school spirit. He was divine, thank you.”

Brian inclined his head with a smug smile, “Delighted to please as usual Lucius, however I can’t help but notice you didn’t make…full use of him, does this mean…?”

Harry grimaced in what he thought was a regretful fashion.

“I’m afraid not this time Brian, you see Snivilus and I struck a little…bargain, didn’t we? If I saved him from you famished lot he has agreed to serve me for the duration of the month, therefore with the thought of all that satisfaction, I let him off with a little…oral.”

Brian nodded, only a little confusedly and smiled at his best friend.

Harry smiled back and then making his excuses about being tired, turned and dragged Snape back the way they had come.

When they were sufficiently far enough away Snape tore his arm from Harry’s grasp, sneered and started, “If you believe that I am going to ser-“

“I don't believe anything of the sort I was simply getting us both out of a particularly nasty situation.”

Snape narrowed his dark eyes at who he believed to be Malfoy, and suddenly Harry could see a very strong resemblance between his future potions professor and this boy.

“So…that’s it?”

Harry sighed; suddenly weary of the entire thing, “Yes that’s it.”

Snape gazed at Harry for a few more moments, quizzically and as if he were trying to figure something out.

“I don’t believe you; in fact I’m sure you have something up your sleeve Malfoy. But I tell you this, I will not be a part of it! I wouldn’t trust you as far as I could throw you!”

And with both hands covering his backside and genitals, he strode off down the hallway with as much dignity as he could muster leaving Harry fighting an amused smile.

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Harry lay back on his bed and heaved a deep sigh. The day had been long and very tedious and had worn him out considerably. If finding out you were a completely different person in a completely different time frame weren’t enough, he’d also managed to find out that Lucius Malfoy was evidently gay and that he and his group of friends enjoyed raping people.

Sighing he pushed apart the curtains once more and climbed out to inspect his trunk, the intricately carved initials L.M. were obviously on there in gold and the lock had been opened by an obliging house elf it seemed.

Sighing in relief at this as he had no idea how or where to obtain a key, he opened the lid and rifled through it. There, under many piles of the best quality robes and clothes he’d ever seen was a very large stockpile of expensive cigarettes. Snatching a pack hungrily and a handy little bottle of fire whisky; he closed the lid carefully and glanced over to the only other occupied bed in the room. Directly oppisite his.

This he guessed was Snape’s bed as he couldn’t actually see the occupant due to the tightly drawn curtains.

He thought grimly about how unhelpful the other boy had been in marching off like that, it had taken Harry about an hour to find the slythrerin dormitories after Snape had left. This was due to the fact that they had obviously been moved to a different location after Lucius had left Hogwarts. So they weren’t in the place Harry remembered from second year.

Flinging himself back onto his bed and drawing the curtains shut he managed to cast a silencing spell with Lucius’s wand and then spark his cigarette.

After a few lazy drags and a cautious sip of the fire whiskey he turned his mind to what he’d have to do to get himself out of this situation.

Evidently he’d have to go to Dumbledore but would he believe him?

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“Damn this blasted contraption! Albus you must have some idea how the bloody thing works!”

Albus Dumbledore looked sorrowfully at his potions master and shook his head.

“I am afraid that I am as much in the dark as you are Severus, you see I inherited that particular instrument from my Grandfather and was never aware that it was a time piece until you came to me a month ago.”

Severus sighed and Albus tried to smile kindly as he turned sad eyes to him.

“I thought I could live without him, you know, when he left I was so angry, I could not understand why he was gone. That anger sustained me until I graduated and realised that unless I made fast friends with Lucius Malfoy I would not have anything left of Harry. That of course led me down the path of becoming a death eater and somehow this kept me from losing my mind, that and my job here. However once the Dark lord fell…it was all I could do to keep myself going.”

He bent his head to fiddle with a loose thread on his robes, a very un Snape-like gesture.

“There’s never been anyone else…and it has ruined me. So once I saw him in his first year, I knew, I understood what had happened and devoted my time to finding out how it had happened and how to prevent it. But I’ve failed…”

Dumbledore grimaced and placed his knarled old hand consolingly over his professor’s.

“What happened in the past is done Severus, only good can come now, only good.”

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AHAH!!! NO CLIFFIE! Hehe author is hungry, reviews would be appreciated.