Disturbed

Part 2 get you revved up? I think we've delayed Severus' satisfaction long enough so onto the smex!

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Disturbed - Part 3

Saturday night arrived after what seemed to be a month. Severus couldn’t wait to get Potter beneath him, so to speak. He regretted he had to do it as a woman for now. He wanted to pump himself into the perky little bum so hard that Potter would choke on it. But he would ease Potter into accepting Ginny, Polyjuicing into a man. He assumed strait-laced little Harry might not be so accepting of that suggestion. That might be what pushes him to his limit, although he hoped not. For now, though, he would be happy to play dominatrix Ginny, leather and all. At least he’d get to spank and paddle that bum soon.

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Harry hesitantly began touching the soft hair between Ginny’s legs and stroked lightly back and forth. The hesitancy began to drive Severus mad and he tried to grind his groin into Potter’s hand a little harder to get more. Harry pulled back a bit, trying to keep the touch light, as if afraid of hurting her.

“More…” Severus said with a slight impatience.

Harry attempted to stroke a little faster, but not any harder. It was more irritating than titillating.

“Stop dawdling and start diddling, Potter!” Severus/Ginny ordered. He grabbed a hold of Harry’s hand and thrust against himself and began masturbating quite vigorously, using Harry’s hand as a makeshift vibrator.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Harry said, almost hushed but flushed red, watching Ginny’s hand yanking his own over her sex again and again.

“For god sake’s, I won’t break. Three brats popped out of here! I’m broken in already!” Severus exclaimed in an oddly squeaking voice as he grabbed Harry’s hand and gripped three of his fingers and pushed them into his own vagina. “Now, finger fuck me already or you won’t get anything else!” he ordered even as he drove a sharp heel into Potter’s bum to push him to it.

He grabbed Harry’s soft curls and pushed his head as hard as he could into his own pussy. Potter would have to start licking or he’d suffocate. Severus wasn’t really sure which he’d prefer at the moment.

“Lick it, already!” he ordered.

Eventually, Potter caught on and began responding well to the commands given to him. Severus was pleased to note Potter actually said, “Yes, Mistress,” several times as he licked Severus’/Ginny’s boots. Severus also enjoyed the unusual sensation of riding a man’s prick in a pussy rather than his own ass. And although Severus was riding Harry, he was clearly in the Driver’s seat. Harry seemed quite happy to be at his wife’s command. All in all, it was a lovely start to Potter’s decline into deviance.

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Now that First Contact had been made and a plan launched, Severus made sure he coordinated the kinks so he explored the same kinks for each person in the same week. Then, at least if they slipped a little, they would think they were talking about the same thing.


Week 2

Light Bondage. Talking Dirty. He added little pink fuzzy handcuffs to entice Ginny into them. Harry asked if they could at least be red as pink was not his color. Severus disagreed. He thought pink on Potter was fetching and vowed when cross-dressing came up, he would be sure Potter wore the frilliest, pinkest, frothiest concoction he could get made. He continued working on both their oral skills. They both clearly needed remedial instructions even though they were eager pupils. He also loved how Harry flushed and stuttered every time he made him beg to be allowed to lick Ginny’s pussy.


Week 3

Toys. Rimming. More Toys. Toys were easy. Severus had brought a collection of colorful vibrators and dildos to experiment with: glass, hard plastic, soft plastic, with little rabbit ears, clear, blue, pink, multi-colored, flavored. His favorite was one with two ends. Clearly one was for insertion and the other for external stimulation, either clitoral or anal, depending on the direction it was held. It was quite versatile and could be charmed to work with no hands holding it. It was called ‘The Duo Prong’. The irony of that name was not lost on him. Ginny loved all of them. She giggled with glee over the wealth of twaddling toys around her. Potter was reluctant to use them himself, as he thought they were only used for insertion which he claimed he had no interest in. Severus proved they could be used for external stimulus by making sure just to run the vibrator just lightly over Harry’s nipples, testicles and along his entire perineum. Potter responded well to them. He really seemed enthusiastic to use them on Ginny, though. Got quite fervent in his desire, pleasuring his wife even when he, himself, was not even being touched. ‘How selflessly giving the little twink is,’ Severus thought just as he moaned as yet another orgasm rolled through him. Although he missed his own cock during his time with Potter, he more than made up for it in the number of sheer orgasms he could have in an evening.

And Ginny easily accepted anal and rimming. She even suggested a dildo to keep her other pussy occupied simultaneously, horny little slag that she was. Severus was quite pleased. Potter allowed him a little finger play, but was clearly uncomfortable with having his wife cleaning his undercarriage, so to speak. He moaned quite sweetly though when Ginny’s pink little tongue had slid through that tight ring and ate him for all he was worth, while doing a very capable handjob until Harry blew the biggest load Severus had seen yet. Harry backed off a bit when she tried to kiss him afterwards, but Severus forced her tongue down his throat to make him taste himself. He was quite proud of himself when Harry went weak at the knees and almost collapsed under her. Severus gave a new meaning to ‘shit-eating grin’, smiling at the man beneath him.


Week 4

Polyjuice, Role Reversal . This was the first time he suggested Polyjuice out loud to them. For now, he only suggested they Polyjuice into each other so they could feel how the other was feeling. It was an eye-opening experience for sure, plus Potter, as Ginny, finally allowed Ginny, as Harry, to penetrate him. Severus made sure he added a finger to his bum as he had Potter on his hands and knees pumping his own ‘cock’ into ‘Ginny’s’ pussy. Potter squirmed quite nicely. And when questioned by Potter as to how he was able to obtain Polyjuice, he hinted that Hermione had owed Ginny a favor and brewed it for them as a marital aid, but begged to never have them mention it to her. Ginny never questioned how Auror Potter was able to get such a legally-controlled substance.


Week 5

Spanking. Roleplaying. As much as he wanted to Polyjuice again, Severus thought it would be pushing it. It was time to introduce spanking, paddling and other light punishments. He’d waited five weeks to really be able to spank Potter’s ass. Sure, he had done some light swaps to his behind as Ginny that first week, but Harry had been so surprised, Severus thought his eyes would fall out. He suggested they play ‘Naughty Boy’, ( ‘Naughty Medi-Nurse’ in Ginny’s case). Harry’s eyes almost did fall out when he saw his old Gryffindor robes come out as ‘Ginny’ pretended to be ‘Sinistra’ (sans Polyjuice), the only remotely attractive witch that had been on staff at Hogwarts.

Severus enjoyed playing Medi-Wizard to Ginny’s blundering nurse. He punished her for getting a patient’s record wrong, and forced her to re-write the record the entire time he spanked her. Her bum bloomed beautifully.

He thought that had been heavenly, until he saw Potter come in dressed as he had been in school – round glasses, tie, robes and all. The sheer gloriousness of it had transcended anything they had done previously. The robes were too short and in bad repair. It had been twenty years after all. They really were Harry’s old robes. Severus knew that both the shirt and the pants would be far too tight as well and, by the way Harry was wiggling, the pants were riding high indeed.

“Mr. Potter, your uniform is a complete disgrace,” Sinistra/Severus said, tapping her wand against her/his thigh as she leaned up against a transfigured desk.

Harry blushed. “Yeah, um…I seem to have, uh, outgrown it.”

“And you could not do a simple mending charm to make the necessary adjustments?” She raised a delicate eyebrow at him.

“Uh…No, ma’am.” Harry was trying not to laugh. It was obvious that playing a role was not well suited to him, but Severus would get him there.

“Are you laughing about this, Mr. Potter?” She/he stood and approached Harry imperiously. Sinistra had been a tall woman and Severus made sure that, as Ginny, he had very high heels on so he towered over Potter. The boy was a man, but he was also still a shrimp. A finely-packaged shrimp.

“Take it off, Mr. Potter,” she ordered. “I will not look at those disgraceful robes anymore.”

Harry quickly pulled the robes off, disappointing Severus who hoped Potter might have gotten a clue he should strip slowly. This was a game after all. ‘Dunderhead.’ Harry folded the robe and set it down on the student’s desk (transfigured from a bar stool) he’d been standing next to. As he stood up, Severus could clearly see just how small those clothes had gotten. The white oxford shirt strained at the buttons. If it hadn’t been for the red and gold tie, Severus would have clearly seen the skin peeking through the gaps. As it was, he caught flashes of pale pink against the white. He also realized he could see Potter’s rather round and pitched nipples very clearly through the thin cotton.

“No undershirt, Mr. Potter?” He tapped each of Harry’s nipples with his wand.

“Um – it ripped when I tried to put it on.” Harry looked up from beneath extraordinarily long lashes. “Guess I outgrew it,” he said with a slight smile.

“Humph.” Severus gazed down across the very tight bulge about to burst through Harry’s trousers and down to the white socks that could be seen showing about two inches too high above Potter’s ankles. “Seems like it’s not the only thing on you that’s growing, Mr. Potter,” Severus said with a smirk as he again used his wand to tap him, but this time he tapped Harry’s prick and then used it to stroke up one side and down the other.

“Uhhh…” Harry moaned and leaned forward a little.

“Your uniform dishonors your house. I’d take points from you, but I do not believe that is an effective means of punishment for you, is it, Mr. Potter?”

“Uh…what do you mean, ma’am?”

“You’ve lost Gryffindor at least fifty points this week alone and you are still up to no good. I believe a more hands-on approach is needed. Don’t you agree?” Severus had circled around him and stroked one delicate hand over one of Harry’s rounded cheeks. He gave Harry just a light smack to indicate what he meant.

At this Harry shuffled his feet. Clearly, Harry was unsure he wanted to do this. ‘Ginny’ had mentioned she wanted to try spanking, but Severus knew that Harry thought he’d be the one doing it. On the other hand, Harry hadn’t seemed comfortable with the thought of inflicting pain on her, so maybe this was better. He looked at her questioningly and asked, “Uh…Ginny? Are you sure you want…” he trailed off at the look on his partner’s face.

“Who’s Ginny? You naughty boy, you! Do you mean Ginervra Weasley? Have you been having lascivious thoughts about one of your fellow students? Such cheek.” Severus smacked him hard this time and enjoyed watching Harry’s eyes widen in surprise. “I think ten swats will do you good,” he decided aloud.

Severus felt the heat surging in his face. He couldn’t wait to do this. He was sorry he only had Ginny’s little hands to use for punishment, but it was a start. And knowing that Potter didn’t want to do it made it all the sweeter.

“Go to the desk and drop your pants, boy. Lean over it.” Severus felt Harry freeze the moment he had said the word ‘boy.’ A sudden memory from those unfortunate Occlumency lessons welled up of a very fat whale of a man yelling, ‘Boy!’ at a small, underfed child.

“Sorry, I mean, Mr. Potter. Please assume the proper position at the desk. You know this will hurt me more than you,” Severus said softly, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. He was afraid Potter would bolt. Never mind that that was exactly what he’d been hoping for; that one or the other Potters would get so offended, they would run out and break up their little family, but he didn’t want it to happen this soon. He’d waited too long to punish those firm little apple cheeks. He tried to ignore the lump of regret when he saw the look of fear that had crossed Harry’s face momentarily, and watched as Harry quickly tried to overcome it.

A nervous smile crossed Harry’s face and he muttered, “Yes, ma’am,” a little too half-heartedly for Severus’ taste.

Harry fumbled with his belt a bit but the pants didn’t fall as soon as the belt was unhitched. It was significantly different than when he’d actually been in school, seeing how he’d always had to wear Dudley’s old oversized trousers, which were only held up by the belt. Severus was well aware of the reasons Potter’s clothes never fit in the past. He came up behind Harry and covered Harry’s hands with his own, temporarily smaller, hands and helped him slide the snug waist over his hips and to the floor.

“If you take your punishment well, Mr. Potter, I promise to reward you afterwards,” he offered huskily as a way to renew Potter’s interest. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Severus whispered in his ear as he smoothed one firm cheek softly.

“Yes, ma’am,” this time Harry answered with a bit more breathiness.

“Good. Now then. I believe I said ten swats. I’ll try to make it quick for you since you are usually such a good student in my class. After each one, I want you to say, “Thank you, Professor Sinistra.”

Severus couldn’t see the look on Harry’s face but hoped the request hadn’t pushed Harry too far. Severus hadn’t wanted to rush and he’d longed to make Harry beg. He knew he’d lost that opportunity, so decided he’d get through this one as gently as he could and be sure Harry still ended up enjoying it. Still, he wanted some part of his fantasy to play out and at least having Potter thank his ‘Professor’ would serve at this point. He decided to quickly charm the chair on the other side of the desk to have a reflective surface so he could monitor Harry’s facial expressions.

Harry leaned over the desk as Severus used his hand in the small of Harry’s back to push him forward. He leaned back a bit to observe the man. Harry’s naked bum shone lily-white underneath the tails of his too-small white Oxford shirt, which draped slightly over the top of where his ass began to round out below the curve of his spine. He looked delicious, splayed like that. Severus moved further back to gander at the strong legs muscles. He had been surprised at how hairy Harry’s legs were when he'd first seen them, since he himself had very little hair. The thought of shaving them at a future date thrilled him. For now, he appreciated running his hands over the soft fur at the thighs a little before letting his hands fondle his bum a bit.

“Now, Mr. Potter, prepare yourself. Here’s the first.” Severus pulled one hand back and smacked Harry’s right cheek as hard as he could. He felt the stinging in his own hand. He could have performed an ‘Impervious’ charm as he had done with Ginny, but chose not to.

“Eep!” Potter had lurched forward a bit with the smack and Severus liked the little yelp he let out.

‘Oh, beautiful,’ Severus thought as he watched a red handprint bloom on the pale skin. ’‘Potter’s ass was made for spanking.’ He looked up to see Harry had his eyes closed and he was biting his lower lip a bit.

“Mr. Potter, that was the first. What do you say?”

He heard Harry take a breath. “Thank you, Professor Sinistra,” he whispered a little quietly.

Pleased, Severus moved on with the next few quickly. Potter had caught on and quickly said, “Thank you, Professor Sinistra,” after each smack. After the fifth one, Severus gently tugged Harry’s hips away from the desk and reached around and began to stroke his manhood. He had been surprised to feel it had been half-hard to start with and quickly began to fill with each stroke. Severus leaned over Harry’s back to whisper. “Good, you’re doing so good, Mr. Potter. You’re halfway through. ”

Harry was humping into Severus’s hand so Severus kept his left hand stroking Harry’s prick as he leaned up and smacked his cheek with his right. Good thing Severus was ambidextrous.

“Oh…uhg..oh…” The twin sensations must have short-circuited Harry a bit, as Harry didn’t answer as quickly but made little breathy noises that Severus loved. He paused his hand on his cock as he waited for Harry’s verbal response.

“Mr. Potter?”

“Thank you, thank you, Professor Sin…” But he trailed off in his search for Severus's grip.

The next couple of slaps came harder and faster and Harry just said, “Oh, Professor Sin..yes…more…” forgetting the thank you altogether, but Severus didn’t care. He was enjoying watching Harry losing control.

“Good, yes, Mr. Potter,” Severus panted in agreement as he continued spanking Harry.

“Thank you…Professor, Pro.., Sin…SnSnSn…” Harry was writhing more with each stroke and swat. Severus was completely wet and aroused (there were things he liked about being a woman), but he wished he had his own cock back so he could bury himself into this deliciously moaning man.

As he was swinging for the last time Severus yelled, “Last one, you naughty brat!” and slapped both reddened cheeks. His own hands were numb.

“Yes! Snape – Agh!” Harry blurted in a half-strangled whisper. Both froze as the realization of what Harry had just said hit them. ‘Did Potter know?’ Severus thought, panicked.

He looked at Harry’s reflection and saw his eyes widen in distress. “Ginny! I’m…oh god.” Harry had quickly paled from the red flush of desire he’d just had. In that second, Severus realized Harry had not figured out it was really Snape, but felt guilty for yelling that. Which meant, with his closed eyes, Harry’s ‘Sinistra’ had turned into ‘Snape’ in his mind. Potter had fantasized it was Snape.

In a surge of lust and desire, Snape turned Harry around, dropped to his knees and took Potter into his mouth and sucked him for all he was worth. And, god, did Potter taste good. The feel of Potter’s hand pulling on ‘her’ hair drove him crazy. The feel of Potter’s explosion in his mouth undid him, but not as much as Harry dropping to his knees and kissing him just afterwards, not caring that his own come was still in Severus’ mouth. Just kissing him as if it was the most important thing Harry would ever do. No one had ever kissed Severus Snape with so much desire, so much longing, so much love.

Harry pulled away, gently kissing his face and whispering, “Ginny, god, you.. I don’t know…I love you so much,” he babbled as he held her tight.

In that moment Severus remembered he wasn’t Ginny. Harry wasn’t declaring his love for Severus Snape but for Ginny Potter, his wife. Ginny, who he’d willingly let perform an act that he had been clearly uncomfortable with but did because he wanted to please her. Ginny, who bore Harry’s children. Ginny, who looked like his own, past love.

Severus Snape was more disturbed than ever.


Week 6

Exhibitionism, stripping, masturbation. In an effort to distance himself from the uncomfortable experiences of the previous week, Severus chose to make Ginny and Harry perform at a distance. Ginny was a natural. She took to the stripper pole like a flobberworm to leaves. Harry’s ‘dancing’ was more like a kneazle having a fit, but Severus did enjoy watching him teeter on four-inch heels. He was surprised at how game the young man was at completely humiliating himself. If he thought Harry would storm out in a fit of embarrassment, he’d been sorely mistaken. Harry just laughed exuberantly at his own awkward antics. Severus laughed along with him and not at him as he expected. Harry’s silly grin at Severus thrilled him in a way he’d never been thrilled (except for the time he’d replaced Lucius’ ‘Luscious Locks Shampoo’ with ‘Nary’, a magical depilatory whose slogan was ‘Nary a Hairy’). Severus couldn’t remember the last time he'd laughed so hard. He’d forgotten that sex could be funny. Trust Potter to remind him.

It wasn’t all shits and giggles, though. Harry settled down and gave his own performance on himself per his ‘wife’s’ instructions and Severus found it quite sexy. And equally titillating to give a show right back to him simultaneously.


Week 6

S&M - Part 1 (Receiving). Not just a light spanking this time. Now, he punished them harder than before. He used riding crops, nipple clamps (finally!) and a variety of paddles. Both those bums wiggled faster and faster, begging for more. Harry howled in pain and pleasure as Severus punished him in the inside a bit as well with a lovely, yet slim dildo. He didn’t want to freak the man out too much. It had slipped in almost before Potter knew what happened as he was distracted by the sensations of warm stinging and pain on his bum. Once Severus found Potter’s prostrate, it was almost over before it started. Harry came, howling.


Week 7

Polyjuice, Different Partner. And time to get Harry to try a real male partner. He opted for ‘Oliver Wood’ as someone that both Ginny and Harry found attractive. He remembered enough images from Harry’s Occlumency lessons that the boy had a bit of a crush on the older student when he was younger. Ginny currently worked with Oliver so it was easy enough to explain how she got his hair. Ginny was quite eager, but Harry, knowing it was illegal to Polyjuice someone without their permission, was more reluctant. ‘Ginny’ convinced Harry that she had bought Oliver’s permission for a small fee. Oliver was well-known for being a man-whore, so it was certainly easy for Potter to accept that he could be bought.

As much as Severus preferred topping, he felt the first time for Potter would be more successful if Harry topped, if for no other reason than to learn that doing a man’s bum was as pleasant as doing a woman’s. Severus had been more successful than he ever planned. Harry had been positively radiant, thrusting his ‘wood’ into ‘Oliver’. Severus enjoyed it as well, as Harry rode him as well as he used to ride his old Firebolt.


Week 8

Cockrings, clit pumps and delayed orgasms. Another explosive week.


Week 9

S &M – Part 2 (Providing). This time he made them punish him. They were both pretty good at it, considering their inexperience. Severus always enjoyed a good whipping himself. Leftover effects from his DE days. And by DE, he didn’t mean Death Eaters but Douglas Engenfhat, the best Dom (and sadistic man) he’d ever experienced. The day he turned 21, Severus had joined a local BDSM club for Muggles (without either Voldietwat or Dinglebore’s knowledge) to learn to experience and tolerate pain. He thought it was a learning experience, but Douglas was a master of making pain exquisitely pleasurable so much that the Cruciatus became a mere tickle to him. That was why he'd survived so many of them without going insane. Most wizards were just wimps. He’d had two glorious years of burning, biting, cutting, whipping from Douglas until the man choked on a pickle. Ironic considering how well the man could deep-throat when he wanted.

Oh well, since then he had found no one that could inflict that same level of pain without crossing the line. Certainly neither the chit nor the twit could either, but they seemed promising. The whipping was all the more enjoyable, knowing that they were each so concerned about hurting the other one that it went against their own natures. Severus had been sure this would be the week they would run. But they didn’t. They dished out the pain and then praised each other for being so good at receiving punishment. The lovemaking afterwards was extraordinarily tender. And sweet, and syrupy, and nauseating with all those cutesey names they had for each other. Severus hated himself a little when he found himself responding with “Harrykinikins” or “Ginny-poo”.


Week 10

Polyjuice - Weasley-style. Severus had been surprised when Harry requested Polyjuice for this week at the end of their last session. This time as someone male. Normally, Severus would have been annoyed that Harry was getting something he wanted since this was all about his own revenge (it still was, wasn’t it?) , but when Harry had shyly asked Ginny how she would feel about Polyjuicing into Ron for him, Severus almost came on the spot. The boy was degenerating faster than a unicorn in the Malfoy’s dungeon. Harry didn’t even seem to mind that he didn’t have Ron’s permission this time. The slope Potter was on was slippery indeed.

Again, Harry topped, but this time he tentatively went down on the Weasley boy. Apparently his “best mate” was the first male he had imagined himself with, which he had embarrassingly confessed to Ginny. Harry proved surprisingly eager and able to suck cock. He must have had his share of fantasies about it. While he certainly couldn’t swallow much (Weasley was exceedingly long if not wide), Harry seemed enamored of tracing all the freckles that led down to it.

Imagine Severus’ surprise however when trying to figure out whom to Polyjuice into for Ginny when she too suggested her gingered brother because she guessed Harry had had some minor interest in his best friend while they were still matriculating. She had fantasized about the two of them together. Severus did enjoy yaoi fangirls. Ginny certainly enjoyed helping ‘Harry’ map her brother’s body out thoroughly.

Severus was pleased. Harry wasn’t running out on the homosexual sex nor did the incest bother Ginny. Severus was both thrilled at the additional opportunities coming up and dismayed that it seemed he had yet to damage their relationship in any great way.


Week 11

Water Sports and Breath-Play. Severus held his own breath as he watched Ginny and Harry both lose themselves passionately in those dangerous waters. He hoped there would be no need for St. Mungos. It would be hard to explain.


Week 12

Fisting. They were both quite a handful.


Week 13

Cutting, Burning, Whipping. True pain this time. Severus thought this would have been the week they went running after seeing the bloody mess he made on the boy’s back or the burn marks on Ginny’s white breasts. Neither, though, ever called their safety word. Yes, Severus did give them an out. He was disturbed, not deranged.

Instead, after they came (several times - each), and Severus healed them, Ginny held him tightly as if she’d never let go and Harry lay boneless and quietly satisfied next to him.


Week 14

Severus Snape as himself. This time the “Polyjuice” was to turn them into their most-hated professor for a fun round of “Detention!” Severus pulled out all the stops. Cosplaying in their school uniforms again, paddling and punishment, domination and submission. He would make them beg, plead, insult them, push them. He even considered doing an age-regression potion to make them more authentic, but thought that might push them too far. This time he truly didn’t want them cutting out early. He would finally get to have Ginny to himself and he would finally get Potter’s ass. Up to now, Potter topped in the male/male scenarios, but he responded well when he, as Ginny, used toys, fingers and hands on him. He couldn’t wait to see Harry’s response to a cock up the arse, particularly after he’d spanked it three shades of red.

As usual, Ginny was more than happy to play ‘remorseful student’. Severus was pleased as she ogled his rather sizable manhood. Potter was well built for his size, but Severus truly had impressive equipment at ten-plus inches. The girth was substantial too.

To be honest, Severus had a bit of effort to get into the mood for really punishing her as himself. As a student, she had been irritating but mostly well-behaved. He’d never had to give her detention and other than knowing she had a loose reputation (Dean Thomas of all idiots!) and her incessant pining for Harry since her first year, he couldn’t think of what to punish her for. Also, she still looked too much like Lily for him to put any true anger into his punishments. For all her crying and “Yes, Professor, I’m so sorry I’m such a bad girl,” he truly hadn’t the heart to hurt her as himself. Instead, he changed their game into ‘Slutty Student’, trying to get an ‘O’ in her Potions assignment. It was much more satisfying and more realistic.

His most brilliant idea was to have her ride him in front of the ‘Mirror of Erised’. Not the real one of course, but they could pretend. As she rode him facing the mirror, her back to his front, they watched each other in the mirror. It was the closest Severus would ever get to seeing what he and Lily would have looked like together. It was utterly delicious.

“Oohh, Professor. It feels so good,” she moaned and she stretched herself over him and slid down.

“Miss Weasley, you are a little tart ,aren’t you?” Severus said as he grabbed her hair and pulled her back towards his face. “Do you think by doing this, I should pass you?” he hissed in her face.

“No, of course not, sir.” She began to grind sideways on him.

It was too much.

“Then why are you doing this? I’m not going to reward you. You spread your legs for all the little Gryffindor boys and girls, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes…” He thrust up into her, hard.

“I deserve this just for having to put up with a brat like you, don’t I?”

“Yes,” she panted.

He reached around and spread her labia, one finger slipping across her clit. “Oh…” she moaned just a little.

“Look at yourself, you little Harlot.” He rested his head on her shoulder, and using his knees, he pried her legs apart even more. “Look how wet the little Weasley is with her big, bad professor inside her.”

Ginny met his eyes in the mirror. “Yes, please Professor. Touch me more!” she said urgently.

SMACK! He quickly slapped her sharply across the spread clit, making her jerk up more as she cried out and he felt even more of her juices flow. He quickly smoothed his hands across it, wetting his hand thoroughly in her.

“Lick it. Lick how excited you are to be despoiled by the nasty Professor Snape.” He shoved four fingers into her mouth and finger-fucked her face as he thrust into her pussy.

He went between watching her profile and watching her in the mirror. He was completely turned on that she had continued to watch herself even as she was getting pummeled.

“What do you see, Miss Weasley when you look in that mirror? Do you see a happy little Miss Weasley becoming a happy little Mrs. Potter? Do you see yourself squeezing his dick in this hole of yours? Do you see yourself squeezing out little Potterettes?”

Lost in the moment, she blurted out, “God, yes…” she cried, “I love your prick, Harry!”

For a split second Severus had forgotten he was supposed to be Harry dressed up as Severus. He was becoming confused as to who he was anymore, but it seemed as often as he’d had these people playacting, they never forgot who they were really with. He ignored it and got her back into the role.

“Too bad for you, Miss Weasley, that it’s just greasy Snape’s prick taking you right now. Disappointed, are you?” he asked angrily but was surprised when she answered, “No way, Snape’s prick is...I mean your prick is wonderful!” she managed in between thrusts. She sounded like she believed it too.

Severus came, satisfied.

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The next night saw him finally taking Potter over his knee as himself. And, as before, Potter’s ass looked good red. He added some ball paddling as well which he hadn’t done previously. The howls were marvelous but not more so than watching Harry lie back on the table and pull his legs apart, waiting for it after Severus had made his bum bright red. The way the little man-whore spread himself, you’d think he did this every other night. The best part though would be making him beg ‘Severus Snape’ to take his virginal ass. The humiliation would be glorious.

“Wiggle it, Potter,” Professor Snape ordered Harry. “Prove to me that not only did you deserve your punishment but that you want more. You want me inside you.” Severus's voice was thick with desire. His eyes widened as Harry rolled over onto his knees and, face pressed to the desk, robe bunched up at the waist, Harry thrust his reddened ass and swollen balls in the air and began to swing and wiggle his bum as he moaned, “Yes, Professor, please take me. God, please. I want this, please…” Harry sucked a finger and reached back to begin fingering his own hole in preparation.

He should have looked ridiculous, but again Harry somehow made lustful, wanton desire look beautiful.

Snape smacked his hand away. “Your ass is mine tonight, is it not, Potter?” He smacked the sore flesh one more time in emphasis.

“Yes…yours. Please, please…”

“Ask me to prepare you for me or you won’t get prepared at all.” Severus never thought in a million years he’d have the Man-Who-Was-the-Boy-Who-Now-Looked too-Hot-to-be-Real begging like a Knockturn Prostitute.

“Please, Professor, please prepare my ass for you. I want you so bad.” Harry continued to writhe, trying to get Severus’ hands to touch him more.

Severus slid the first long finger in and circled around to feel how tight he was. He couldn’t believe that Potter was a virgin (in the cock-up-your-arse sense), considering the way his hole grabbed his finger. It was clear Potter wanted more. He quickly added a second, then a third and the boy, no man, responded beautifully.

“I can’t believe no one else has ever been up here, Potter. Your ass seems made for this. You sure that Weasley boy hasn’t been buggering you at night?” Severus said this as a joke, but half of him was curious why Potter was so responsive. Yes, the lube he used had a relaxer but still, Harry seemed far more eager, less hesitant than most men who were not gay (and bottoms) to be on the receiving end of a buggering the first time.

“No, no one Professor. Just you,” he panted as Severus began thrusting the three fingers harder and deeper and found that special spot inside. “OOOH! Just you…always you, Professor!” he cried.

“What?” Severus paused a second.

“Fuck me, please,” Harry cried. “I’ve waited for this for so long. Do it!”

Severus raised an eyebrow but quickly undid his own zip but left everything else intact. He liked the idea of seeing his black robes surrounding Potter hips as his own engorged prick rammed into him.

He went to slowly enter Potter, but Harry pushed back as soon as he felt him.

“Guh!" "Aigh!” Harry bit through his bottom lip at the unexpected sensation. Severus grunted at the sudden squeeze.

After regaining himself after the hot tightness that surrounded him so quickly, Severus said, “It’s your own fault, Potter. What are trying to do, get yourself fucked to death?”

“Ooh, it’s just I’ve waited so long,” Harry panted. Severus could feel him getting adjusted and he began to move slowly.

Even with the exquisite sensation of being inside him, Severus managed to question the man beneath him. “You…said…that…before… What...do...you...mean? How…long?” And he couldn’t finish the sentence as he got caught up in the rhythm.

Harry didn’t answer. They grunted and pounded and fucked. Severus made sure his own cock-ring charm was working, as he didn’t want it to end too soon. They shifted positions several times. Severus made sure to address Harry’s needs as well.

Finally, Harry was on his back and Snape felt like he was nearing completion, as Harry had taken to using his legs to make Severus thrust into him harder. Harry was clutching at Snape’s back, pulling him closer, reaching up to kiss him. KISS HIM! As SEVERUS SNAPE! It about pushed Severus over the edge, to feel Potter’s tongue inside him while he was inside Potter.

And then Harry pulled back a little and whispered, “Since fifth year. Occlumency lessons.” Harry stared at Severus’ eyes and Severus saw the truth there.

Suddenly Severus came.

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Severus Snape was more disturbed than ever. Harry had left over an hour ago after thanking ‘Ginny’ for allowing him to live out his teenage fantasies. “That was more brilliant than I could have ever imagined.” The sound of Harry saying those words. The thought that Harry had fantasized about him as a teenager left Severus overwhelmed. A fierce desire and fulfillment swept through him which had nothing to do with revenge. Severus tried to ignore it.

But now, he didn’t know what to do.

Did he keep going? As it was, he was running out of ideas. Oh, he had a good one for the following week, but after that, what? The Potters had been far more experimental and adaptable than he’d thought them to be. Where did one go after the things they’d done. Scat? Baby crups? Necrophilia? Even Severus had limits.

He wondered just how perverted the Potters really were.


Week 15

Severus Snape was still a disturbed man.

He had been left in the room alone after yet another explosive night. This time involving Japanese rope bondage. Oh, Ginny had looked beautiful the night before, bound as she had been with nothing exposed but her eyes, mouth, breasts, and groin and her hair a red waterfall trailing to the ground. Yes, she had been beautiful.

But Potter had been the epitome of gorgeousness bound. Severus had wished he could have been himself again, but he couldn’t and instead had to use toys and his hands again. Severus could feel the tension in Potter’s body as he wrapped him. He could feel the fear trying not to leak out and for a brief moment saw past Harry’s shields and saw a trembling child locked in a darkened cupboard; a teen tied to a gravestone at Lord Voldemort’s hand; a young man struggling with Inferi underwater and trapped. He suddenly realized Potter was claustrophobic. The basic handcuffs and light bondage he had done before were nothing. Harry knew he could have gotten out with some basic wandless magic, but this kind of bondage held his magic at bay.

In that moment Severus knew he could destroy Potter. Destroy their marriage, destroy his career and probably his life. He could take advantage of the fear of being tied down in this way. He could have his revenge at last and Potter wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. He could rape him, beat him and leave him here to be found by others.

These thoughts flicked through his head as he idly fondled Harry’s balls hanging there or twisted a tight little nipple harder.

He was about to tell Potter exactly what he thought of his actions of throwing his memories away until he looked into green eyes just this side of watering and wide, watching his ‘wife’. He saw the trust that bled through those beautiful orbs. The love that was so evident. Severus should hate it. He should destroy it.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t let that light leave those eyes. He’d become too addicted to it. Not after the previous week. And all the small moments prior that told him Harry was a good man, an honorable man, a caring man. The memories were worthless anyways. Not when he had this here, now.

“Shh, trust me, love,” he whispered to Harry. “Relax.” Severus eased between his legs and sucked Harry softly, as if sipping exquisite wine. He slowly, gently brought Harry forth, savoring the moment as he became aware he couldn’t continue this farce.

Snape had wanted revenge. Severus had found peace, a false peace, but a satisfactory one nonetheless, if only for a short time. He wasn’t sure he could give them up: Ginny or Harry. He wasn’t sure if he cared for Ginny for herself or if she was still ‘Lily’ to him. In the end, did it matter? Harry was a different story. No shadow of James remained. It was all about Harry. If only Harry would look at Severus the way he looked at Ginny, Severus would be a happy man.

The evening ended on a slow, quiet moment. He eased Harry down and helped him to regain his sea legs, so to speak. The amount of trust Harry had placed in him, no in ‘Ginny’, had amazed him. Harry kissed the soft tears off Severus’ face without knowing why his wife had cried. Nothing was said except a small “Thank you,” and Harry left.

And so, Severus Snape continued being disturbed.


The following Wednesday evening.

Snape sat in his living room drinking yet another Firewhiskey when he heard a knock at the door. It was probably someone selling something because no one came to call on “Stephen Stiles”, as he was currently known in the area. Severus planned to ignore the visitor but the knocking persisted.

Eventually, just in order to shut him up, Severus answered in annoyance. He had been too irritated to look before he opened the door, so was shocked to see the Potters standing before him.

Severus went to shut the door and Harry put his foot in it. Severus slammed it anyways.

“Bloody hell, Snape! I think you just broke my foot!” Harry yelled. Ginny was quickly waving her wand around, casting a healing spell.

“Boo-hoo, Potter. That’s what you get for trying to barge in on a man’s peace. Go away.” Severus moved to put locking charms on the door, but Harry blasted it faster.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Harry yelled and stormed inside, his wife directly behind him.

“I think you owe me an explanation. You owe us one!” Harry strode in a fury and pushed Severus back until he fell backwards onto his divan.

“You think you can come into my home…” Severus began shouting as he stood back up. The two men were within inches of each other.

“Harry!” Ginny yelled as she came between them. “This isn’t helping!”

Severus watched as fiery green eyes turned to stare at pleading brown ones. “Right, right…” Harry said as he took a deep breath. “Sorry, Snape.” Harry backed off a bit.

Severus eyed them cautiously. The timing was too odd. They must know something.

“So, you’re alive,” Harry stated as he crossed arms in front of him. “How long?”

Severus looked at him quizzically. “How long have I been alive? Since I was born, you twit.”

“No, you pedantic jerk, how long have you been back? Where have you been for, oh I don’t know, almost twenty years?!” Harry rolled his eyes.

“I’ve been a resident of the ‘German Wendenhall Institute for the Just Dead and Mostly Dead’. “ Severus answered sharply. “A lovely place it was too,” he added sarcastically.

“Oh, Professor…I’m so sorry.” Ginny tried to place a hand on him.

“I don’t need your pity, Mrs. Potter!”

“Just our asses, huh?” Harry piped up with an edge of anger coloring his voice.

“Whatever do you mean?” Severus tried to play dumb.

“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you,” Harry said.

“No, really you two are much better players than I am,” Severus answered with a smirk.

“Hardy, har…Just – why? Why did you do that to us?” Harry's anger seemed to sink into a maudlin pool.

“You both seemed to enjoy it well enough,” Severus misdirected.

Ginny sat down on the divan and pulled Severus down with her. “But you know we thought we were with each other,” she said cautiously.

“This violates several major laws, Snape. I could have you taken to Azkaban,” Harry spoke up, fervently. “Shall I just call the Aurors now and you can explain to them?”

Severus flashed black eyes at him, “Oh, and Polyjuicing into a person for sex without his knowledge isn’t illegal, Auror Potter? I wonder how Ron would feel about your and your little wife’s proclivities!’ he spat back.

“Boys!” Ginny yelped. “Just, why?” she asked their former teacher. “Why would you do that to us?”

“You threw out my memories!” Severus blurted out. Might as well tell them. He’d probably only tell them through Veritaserum later. Certainly he had committed far more heinous crimes than Harry had. If Ron and Oliver pretended he had given them permission, then no laws would have appeared to have been committed. Only the question of how they had obtained Snape’s hairs would remain, but the law only applied to living people. No one cared about protecting the virtue of a corpse, except for actual necrophilia, that is.

“What?” both of them whispered.

“My memories. The ones I gave to Harry before the final battle. I wanted them back. I was just trying to get them back and then found out the little tosser tossed them!” He pointed furiously at Harry.

“Oh, god,” Ginny blurted. “We thought you were dead, though,” she admitted guiltily.

“What right do you have to throw…” Severus started.

“Was that the only reason? Revenge?” Harry asked with an odd tone to his voice.

Severus took a deep breath. ‘Was it?’ he wondered for the first time. ‘Or was I just looking for an excuse to have sex with the?’

“I thought so,” Severus began and he could see Harry’s face paling a bit and decided to fess up, “but I think that’s not the real truth.” Harry tightened his arms around himself, and Ginny sat quietly next to him. He proceeded to admit, in embarrassing detail, how often he’d ‘entertained’ himself with thoughts of them after seeing their photo shoot. He chose to not disclose his appetites for both of Harry’s parental units, seeing as that might be distasteful to the couple. He laughed at the thought of himself being thoughtful in any way to these two people. How things had changed.

There was a moment of silence when no one spoke.

Finally the quiet broke with a hushed, “I didn’t.”

Both Ginny and Severus looked up at Harry. “What?” they chorused together.

“I…I never threw them out. It was a fake vial.” Harry blushed and looked at Ginny, mortified.

“But, Harry…I’m so glad.” She stood and hugged him. “I felt so terrible after you threw them out. I was wrong. I should never have asked that of you. But then after you did, I couldn’t tell you that. You felt bad enough. I couldn’t let you shoulder all the blame.” She held him close and gazed steadily at him and they smiled at each other.

After a moment, Severus looked at them. ‘So, my memories still exist?” he asked nervously.

“Yeah, they’re in my vault. I wanted to keep them safe for – oh I don’t know why,” Harry admitted. “Guess I didn’t want to give you or my mother up.”

“So I did all that to you for nothing,” Severus whispered feeling downright ashamed.

“Professor,” Ginny began.

“I’m no longer your Professor, Mrs. Potter.”

Harry chuckled, “Oh, I don’t know, Snape. Seems you’ve taught us more in the last few months than we learned in seven years at Hogwarts.” Harry shared a wide smile while holding his wife to him closely. Ginny nodded, smiling back.

Severus responded with a small disbelieving laugh. “You should hate me. You should arrest me.”

“No, actually I think we’d rather fuck you, really.”

Severus stared at them in shock.

Ginny grinned. “Or vice versa. Honestly, you’ve been the best thing in our sex life ever. And our marriage.”

“How did you know?” Snape asked.

Harry smiled. “Remember Professor Sinistra. She called me ‘boy’. Ginny would never call me that. She knows how much I loathe it after hearing it from the Dursleys all those years. Not even in play would she do that. I knew then it wasn’t her. I almost ran out but then realized I would never know who it was if I had. As an Auror, I felt obligated to investigate.” Harry smirked at him. “I was almost positive it was you, though, just based on your facial expressions. After discussing it with Ginny, we realized not only was the person doing both of us, they were doing us quite well. Once we started talking, we began to sort through our own problems, so we decided to let it continue for a while. Then, as soon as you ‘Polyjuiced’ into you, I knew it really was you. No one can do Severus Snape as well as you.” Harry smirked at him.

Severus turned red and then paled. He was unsure of what to make of the situation. ‘So, you aren’t taking me in?” he asked.

“If you mean Azkaban, then no. If you mean your bedroom, then yes.” Harry grinned broadly. “What do you say? Would you prefer a weekly visit with a Dementor or a weekly visit from us?”

“So, you’re blackmailing me into having the best sex I’ve ever had in my life?” Severus stood and began leading them upstairs.

“Is it working?’ Ginny asked.

“Hmmn…let me think. Rail-skinny hands roaming all over me, giving me the scare of my life or the Dementors. Tough choice. Give me a minute.” Severus disappeared upstairs into the first door on the left.

Severus took a moment to absorb what had just happened. He’d set out to get revenge/ but he'd got so much more. Not only had he ‘gotten’ his memories back (okay, not yet, but Potter wasn’t a liar so he expected them to be returned in short order), he’d gotten away with basically duping both of them into having sex and wanting more. In short, he’d been absolved of all guilt and given the opportunity of a lifetime. Was it love? Hardly. But lust would do for now. Hard, sweaty, blinding lust with maybe just a touch of affection for the chit and the twit. He’d have laughed out loud if he wasn’t afraid they’d run off at the sounds of the man’s lunacy.

After a moment, Severus reached a long arm out and beckoned them. “Fine. I’ll take my chances with you,” he said as if he’d really weighed the choices and they’d come out only slightly ahead.

Ginny giggled and zipped ahead, followed by Harry. “I’m topping tonight, though, Professor!” Harry exclaimed on his way up the stairs.


The End.


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