The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 32

Quietly Harry padded down the steps towards the basement carefully balancing a tray of drinks and cucumber and tuna sandwiches in one hand, while holding the banister with the other. After the mayhem of the first week of holidays, the second week by comparison was practically dead. Without the Weasley’s as company Harry was entirely bored. Sirius and Remus had been out most of the week leaving Harry alone in the house, save for Charlie Weasley and Severus who had spent every waking hour down in the basement.

Making it to the bottom of the stairs and having only spilt a little of the pumpkin juice, Harry knocked on the closed door and waited patiently to be called inside. It took a few moments before Harry heard Severus voice and the rattling of some jars right before the door swung open and Charlie Weasley’s smiling face greeted him.

“Oh great, I’m starving.” Charlie muttered as he selected a handful of the sandwiches and shoved one of them in his mouth eagerly, not even offering to help Harry with the tray. Harry rolled his eyes and followed Charlie into the stuffy, dark basement. Snape was perched on a stool over a large floor cauldron, his pale face tinged slightly pink from the reflection of the potion he was stirring. Harry put the tray down on the bench having pushed aside some of the ingredients bottles strewn haphazardly about. Gingerly approaching the cauldron, Harry screwed up his nose as he got the first whiff of fumes that was coming from the concoction.

“Ugh, that smells like Ron’s socks after Quidditch.” Harry pinched his nose as he watched Snape shake off the excess potion from the stirring rod before stowing it safely in its cradle beside the cauldron. Charlie mumbled around a mouthful of sandwiches in agreement about his brother’s personal hygiene and Harry chuckled as Snape shook his head in disgust.

“No pickle?” Snape inquired after he’d washed his hands thoroughly at the sink before investigating the selection of sandwiches Harry had brought down. Harry rolled his eyes as Snape predictably pried his sandwich apart just to make sure Harry hadn’t snuck the offensive filling into the sandwiches.

“Pickles are beautiful.” Charlie declared as he flicked his wand at a few crates, stacking them to a suitable level to sit on. Harry sat himself up on the bench as he watched Snape return to his stool by the cauldron, a sandwich in one hand and a glass of pumpkin juice in the other.

“So do I have the right to know what’s in the cauldron now? Or is the potion still a big secret?” Harry inquired somewhat pissed that he’d been left in the dark so long about the stolen potion.

“It’s a Severance Potion.” Charlie muttered without a second thought as he drained his glass of pumpkin juice and threw another sandwich into his mouth.

“Weasley.” Snape growled across at Charlie who rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders uncaringly.

“What? He’s got a right to know, and it’s not like it’s going to work. This stuff disappeared from use for a reason, professor.” Charlie defended himself as he finished off his lunch and sat back against the wall to relax a little.

“What’s a Severance Potion?” Harry looked across at Snape who sighed heavily and politely finished off his own sandwiches before replying.

“It’s one of the oldest potions known to be brewed by dark wizards.” Snape fell easily into teacher mode as he began to recall the potion. “The Severance Potion was originally created as an antidote to blood bonds but was promptly manipulated by dark wizards to separate other bonds. The most common use was to separate a wizard from his magic.” Snape trailed off as he dusted off the crumbs from his robe and turned back to the still bubbling cauldron. “Being a potion, once the separation has occurred there is no reversal and as such many wizards even dark ones chose not to use it. The old methods of making it fell through the ages until it disappeared entirely, that was until a frozen vial of it was found in Greenland by one of Charlie’s teams doing Dragon research.” Snape gestured at Charlie who was snoozing in the corner as if he had all the time in the world. “Naturally the vial was handed to the Ministry but tongues tend to wag about such a find, and when it came to my attention that Voldemort had a plan to steal the vial, The order decided it the best course of action to steal it before his royal darkness could.” Snape ended as he promptly reached behind him and picked up a small vial of bats eye and added two of the jelly like balls into the bubbling cauldron.

“So what are we doing with it?” Harry stepped back instinctively from the cauldron as the liquid inside turned a green hue before hissing in a cloud of smoke and returning to the sickly pink colour it had been originally.

“We’re going to give it to Vold…..”

“Charlie!” Snape cut off Charlie’s answer to Harry’s comment and Harry was surprised to see Charlie look genuinely apologetic, having seemingly realized what he’d very nearly said.

“What?” Harry snapped causing Snape to roll his eyes as he picked up the stirring rod and began to turn the mixture again.

“Potter, nothing is confirmed yet so it’s no good you knowing until we’re sure. So forget about it.” Snape growled as Harry folded his arms across his chest moodily.

“A potion? You think a potion is going to kill Voldemort?” Harry bit sarcastically watching as Snape threw yet another angry stares in Charlie’s direction.

“I’m going to go up to the bathroom, be back in a bit.” Charlie motioned quickly with his head towards the stairs before hastily making his exit knowing he’d put his foot in it. With the Weasley gone, Snape finished his second round of stirring and having replaced the rod turned to Harry seriously.

“Please Harry just forget about this. You’re not supposed to know and I would prefer you didn’t until we’re certain this potion is even what we think it is, let alone whether Dumbledore’s hair brain scheme is even going to come to fruition. So just go upstairs and finish your homework or something.” Snape stood up from stool and moved over to his workbench where a notebook and quill lay. Harry sighed as he watched Snape stoop over the bench to begin writing something in his book undoubtedly about the potion. Harry didn’t move from where he was perched on the bench and instead swung his feet back and forth idly. “You’re not leaving Potter.” Snape muttered coolly as he re-inked his quill and continued to write without even having looked up at Harry.

“I’m bored Severus, there’s no one upstairs to talk to.” Harry complained as he shuffled across the bench to sit closer to Snape and watch over his shoulder as the wizard continued to write in his familiar swirling script.

“That is not my problem Potter and I resent being a substitute for you’re absent friends.” Harry rolled his eyes and tutted loudly as he as reached out to fiddle with the billowing sleeve of Snape’s robe.

“I want to play a game.” Harry whispered as Snape pulled his sleeve out of Harry’s grasp, the movement irritating him as he tried to concentrate on writing. It had been a while since they’d played this game, and Harry was intrigued to find out some more information about Snape he didn’t already know. “What was sex with your potion’s professor like?” Harry knew Snape’s game when it came to jumping in first, so Harry beat him to it. Snape seemed slightly surprised by the question and glanced up briefly as if considering telling Harry he didn’t want to play. With a sigh though Snape turned back to his notebook and answered.

“Unconventional.” Snape muttered as he blotted his page before turning to the next. Harry was rather disappointed Snape hadn’t been more detailed but then there was no rule saying that he had to be so long as he answered. “What was your most recent fantasy about?” Harry blushed as Snape leaned around him to glance at his ingredients bottles to check their contents before he went back to his notebook.

“Me,” Harry hesitated leaning forward a little so that he could better see what Snape was writing. “riding your cock at the end of summer on the train back to Hogwarts.” Harry purposefully left out the other party that had featured in his fantasy, a certain blonde Slytherin had been watching them through the shutters of the compartment. However the very thought had kind of weirded Harry out and made his skin crawl as he’d lay in bed afterwards, so Harry conveniently didn’t mention it. Harry smiled to himself as he noticed Snape had stopped writing at his confession his quill poised above the notebook shaking a little. “Were you on the top or the bottom with Grindfeld.” Harry whispered purposefully reaching out to begin tracing soft trails with his fingertips around Snape’s wrist. It was nearly a month since he and Snape had even fooled around, and no amount of wanking was ever satisfying enough for Harry.

“Bottom.” Snape whispered as he forced himself to concentrate and go back to writing. Harry smiled at the light sheen of nervous perspiration that had broken across Snape’s brow a sure sign he was struggling to control himself. “Are you purposefully trying to make me ruin this potion?” Snape inquired as a shrill timer went off and Snape hastily pulled away from the bench and strode over to the still simmering cauldron. Harry sighed in frustration as he watched Snape bustled around the cauldron, stirring and adding ingredients.

“Not especially.” Harry muttered in reply as he shifted his legs slightly wider apart to accommodate his uncomfortable lump beneath his jeans. “Have you ever done it doggy style?” Harry smirked as he watched Snape cough on the steam from the cauldron before turning and glaring at Harry over his shoulder pointedly.

“You’ve been reading that filth Draco got you again haven’t you?” Snape snapped sharply as he finished adding another ingredient before he set the timer again.

“That’s not an answer.” Harry stated matter of factly as Snape returned to the bench and went to pick up his quill again.

“Yes.” Snape growled in reluctant reply as he inked his quill for a second time. Snape didn’t continue with his own question for a long moment, intent on scribbling something down and leaving Harry to stew. Snape’s next question came out of nowhere and Harry wasn’t sure whether Snape was being serious or was trying to put Harry off his advances. “Do you want children?” Harry didn’t have a reply. He’d never really put much thought into things like marriage, children or even his own future if he was honest.

“I don’t know.” Harry truthfully shrugged his shoulders and watched carefully as Snape nodded in silent understanding. There was no judgment or censure in Snape’s gaze so Harry sighed in relief as Snape turned back to his notebook. Not satisfied with the outcome of the game so far, Harry decided to be more forward. Boldly Harry reached across and took hold of Snape’s hand, drawing the potion stained fingers across to his lap where he forced them to cup the tightening lump in his jeans. “Aren’t you at least a little bit horney?” Harry whispered as he rubbed Severus’ hand over his crotch. Snape stared at where Harry was guiding his hand and Harry wondered if he’d pushed it too far. However as Snape’s gaze rose Harry saw the dark sparkling of lust within the potion professor’s midnight eyes.

“What do you think?” Severus breathed out as he dropped the quill and reached up to pull Harry down into a searing kiss. Harry melted into the elder wizards skillful tongue the taste of pumpkin juice lingering after lunch. Harry breathed out heavily as Snape broke the kiss the elder wizard shifting to stand between Harry’s open knees as he trailed his kisses up and over Harry’s neck.

“Severus?” Harry whispered breathlessly as Snape slipped his hand down the front of Harry’s jeans to squeeze the swollen flesh he found there. Snape muttered his assent for Harry to continue from where he was sucking on Harry’s neck. Harry swallowed hard and braced himself for what he was about to do. Having discussed it with Ginny on the train at the start of summer Harry hadn’t thought much else about it, but now his original plan had come flooding back to him. “Do you want me to suck you off?” Harry’s offer was barely a whisper against Snape’s cheek but Harry was sure Snape had heard him as the elder wizard paused in his ministrations. Harry wondered if Snape was going to answer him, and at length Snape returned to his kisses as he whispered softly into Harry’s ear.

“Yes.”

Harry could hardly believe it and pulled away from Snape, only to push him back away from the bench a little so that Harry could slide down to the floor on his knees. Snape stared down at him in shock and it only seemed to register what was happening when Harry had pushed Snape’s robes out the way and was unbuckling his belt.

“What, now?” Snape whispered harshly when reality set in, the elder wizard self consciously trying to get Harry’s hands to stop their progress in ridding him off his trousers. Harry looked up at Snape, one eyebrow raised in cocky sarcasm.

“Yes now, what else did you think I meant? The house is empty, it’s Friday, you’re hard and I want to suck your dick.” Harry was impressed that he sounded far more self-assured than he actually felt. Pulling down Snape’s trousers to his ankles Harry smiled as he gave the band of Snape’s underwear a playful flick.

“The house isn’t empty Harry, what about Charlie.” Snape ground out angrily from between clenched teeth as Harry determinedly cupped the tented bulge of the man’s pants and gave a firm knowing massage. Snape hissed in pleasure and bent over slightly to lean against the bench his breathing labored as he watched Harry drag down his damp pants to allow his cock to spring free.

“He’ll be ages yet, I bet he’s in the kitchen eating.” Harry muttered as he fingered Snape’s balls rolling them in his hand as he stared at the bulbous head of the man’s prick, formulating a plan to get it into his mouth. Ginny had warned him about teeth just as she’d made a point of telling him not to take it all and choke. Harry knew Snape was staring at him from above and so with a deep breath Harry gripped the base of Snape’s prick with his right hand before closing his eyes and bringing the tip to his lips.

“Harry, you haven’t done this before have you………” Snape’s comment died away into a pleasure filled gasp as Harry slid his lips tightly over the large head. Harry shuddered at the first taste of the tangy, salty fluid on his tongue as he licked at the head experimentally. The flavor certainly wasn’t pleasant but it wasn’t as horrid as some of the potions Harry had been made to drink in his time either. Confident at having taken the head Harry slid his lips slowly down Snape’s shaft, lapping gently at the taunt flesh and engorged vein on the underside. Judging from the sounds Snape was making above him Harry knew he was doing something right. Satisfied that he’d filled his mouth Harry pulled back, tightly sliding his mouth off Snape’s prick before doing it all over again. By the third time Harry had let go of Snape’s prick and was surprise to find the head of the man’s cock nudging the back of his throat with every down stroke. “Merlin Potter.” Snape growled from above and for the first time Harry opened his eyes to look up at the elder wizard. Sweat was dripping down Snape’s face, his greasy hair falling in a curtain around his face. It was clear that Snape was holding back, the wizards white-knuckle grip on the edge of the bench a sure indicator. Harry didn’t want him to hold back though, all of this was in aide of giving Snape pleasure just as the wizard did for him so often. Pulling off Snape’s cock entirely Harry licked his plump, red lips seductively all the while staring into Snape’s eyes as he gripped the head of Snape’s cock and pushed his tongue into the weeping slit. Snape broke almost instantly and Harry was unprepared as Snape’s hand came down to cup the back of his head right before Snape thrust forward pushing his cock into Harry’s mouth. Harry couldn’t do anything but hold on to Snape’s thighs as Snape’s hips thrust forward and back shoving his prick into Harry’s hot moist mouth. Harry stared up at Snape watching the ecstasy roll off the man in waves as he used his mouth. Harry felt Snape’s thighs tense in prediction of the on coming orgasm and Harry simply closed his eyes and kept his teeth out of the way as Snape thrust deeply practically choking the boy as he came.

Harry couldn’t breathe as the thick tendrils of cream splashed down his throat and it was only when he got desperate for air and dug his nails into Snape’s thighs that the elder wizard finally backed off and pulled out. Gasping and coughing Harry sat down on the floor a single tear leaking out from the corner of his eye at the pain of the stretch. Snape was leant against the bench completely, himself panting and gasping for air. At length Snape’s breathing slowed and evened out and Harry acutely felt the man’s gaze staring down at him.

“You alright?” Snape whispered as he offered his hand down to Harry who obligingly accepted. Harry was shaky and a little upset but nodded nonetheless, his gaze not quiet meeting Snape’s. “Sorry,” Harry flushed a pink colour as Snape reached up and brushed a stray piece of hair from Harry’s forehead before bringing a finger down to the corner of the boy’s mouth were he wiped away a little dribble of cum. Obediently Harry sucked Snape’s finger clean when it was offered at his lips, his eyes still not meeting Snape’s. “You should have told me if you didn’t want to swallow.” Snape whispered lightly against Harry’s cheek and he leaned in to press a deep kiss to Harry’s lips. Harry relaxed under the wizard strong kiss before sighing heavily when they finally parted.

“I’ve cum in my pants again.” Harry confessed his cheeks stained a cherry red colour as he shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other in Snape’s loose embrace.

“I’d be disappointed if you hadn’t.” Snape chuckled. Harry was just going to lean in for another kiss when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Pulling away from Snape Harry looked over Snape’s shoulder, directly at Charlie Weasley who was frozen to the spot his hand still on the door handle at the bottom of the steps where he’d walked in on the scene. Harry’s breath caught nervously in his throat as he stared into Charlie’s wide eyes unsure what to make of the eldest Weasley’s expression.

“Sev, Charlie’s here.” Snape’s head snapped around abruptly to focus on Charlie who was now looking fearfully between Snape and Harry. Before Snape could say anything however the timer for the potion went off making all three of them jump.

“Weasley!” Snape snapped as he pushed Harry out of the way and bent over to pull up his pants and trousers.

“Yes sir.” Charlie muttered, an awkward smile breaking out onto his face as he raised a surprised eyebrow at Harry. Snape turned around just finishing buckling his belt.

“Check the potion.” Snape snapped watching as Charlie nodded his smile widening as he tried to contain his amusement at having caught his old potions professor with his pants down. Snape sighed as he straightened out his robes before glaring at Harry with a ‘told you so’ expression. Harry however was trying not to smile as he stared coyly at the floor, wondering how long Charlie had been watching. “For god sakes Potter get upstairs and change yourself before Black comes home.” Snape snapped clearly not impressed that he’d had an unintentional voyeur watching him and Harry. Harry obediently nodded and moved swiftly towards the door leading out of the basement.

“Potter, that was hot.” Charlie whispered as Harry passed him. Harry paused briefly to stare at Charlie in shock before he couldn’t contain his embarrassed laughter any longer and with an undignified snort ran from the basement leaving Snape to deal with the fall out.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>