Extreme Seduction

Chapter four : A special detention






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Chapter four : A special detention

 

 

In the Slytherin common
room, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini and Graham
Pritchard were speaking about a plan to kidnap Harry. Of course, Draco didn’t
want to share his Harry with the others and already has thought of a way to get
rid of them, but that was all in due course. Snape’s behaviour had been odd as
well and the blond wanted to know if his Head of House was interested in the
young Gryffindor. He would pay careful attention for any hints of interest from
his professor, and if Snape were after Harry, he’d deal with that later.

 

 

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For their detention, Ron
and Hermione had to clean and disinfect every bed located in the hospital wing.
They were very worried for Harry, however they knew that their friend was
powerful, more so than Snape, and he could hex his teacher into next Tuesday if
the older wizard harassed him.

 

 

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Meanwhile, in a cold room
somewhere in the lower levels of the dungeon, an eager mouth devoured another.
Hands tried to undo black robes and touch soft skin. Snape groaned in pleasure.
Harry tasted so good. His flesh was so tender and muscular at the same time. It
was wonderful to feel another warm body against his own. Harry was beyond beautiful.
Severus wanted and needed him very badly.

 

“Oh Harry... Harry... Touch
me, caress me... everywhere...”

 

“Professor... please...
no...”

 

“Harry, I love you. I want
you so much. I need you. Let me make love to you. I’ll make it beautiful... My
Harry...”

 

Snape grabbed Harry's neck, his
gaze locked onto the emerald eyes before him and then he took Harry’s lips. He
slid his hot tongue into his student’s mouth and explored it again and again.
Severus kissed the young man more and more passionately, as if there would be
no tomorrow. Harry was HIS. He was in his arms where he’d never leave.

 

Severus had never felt such
consuming desire like this before. It was like a fire, pure lava that burned
through his veins and his body and touched his very core, melting it with joy
and love. He pressed his hot erection firmly against his student’s sex and
began to thrust furiously... Oh pleasure... Lips against lips, tongue caressing
the other, hands everywhere, skin touching skin. And that delicious little,
tight arse of Harry’s that called to his leaking cock to bury it deep within and fuck him hard... He
wanted it terribly. He would give his life for this.

 

“You’re so beautiful, you
know that,” murmured the professor, while his mouth kissed every part of skin
on Harry’s chest that was accessible to him. He wanted more...more skin... more
touches; so he took the opened collar of Harry’s robe and tore it wide open,
ignoring the boy’s frightened scream. The noise of material tearing increased
the longing within Severus to a fevered pitch. He let his hands explore every
part of Harry’s body they could find and tilted his head so his mouth could
attack the nipples, sucking them in with an alternating hard or gentle rhythm.
His hands were now on the Gryffindor’s thighs and wandered progressively and
feverishly nearer to the young man’s crotch.

 

Harry could feel the heat coming in waves
off of the other man and was confused and
dazed. He wanted Snape to stop, but to his greatme, me, he was also aroused by
all of these caresses and kisses. He loved the feeling of those hands on his
body, but it was wrong. This was Snape, his Potions Master, the man whose glare
was legendary, and had surely been listed in ‘Hogwarts: a History.’

 

Now this man was murmuring
into his ear, “I am completely naked underneath my robe and it’s for you that I
have done this.” Then, he licked Harry’s earlobe and trailed
his tongue down his neck.

 

The Gryffindor blushed even
more, his breathing hitched and he tried to collect himself.

 

“Stop Professor! Please
stop,” he begged as he felt a hand on his member, stroking cleverly. “God,
mmmmm... ooooohhhh... stooooopp.”

 

“Touch me... oh, please...
tease me.”

 

“No, can’t...”

 

Harry could speak no longer
as an eager mouth was placed over his own. Severus
teased the pink, full lips with the tip of his tongue and deepened the kiss
when Harry began to respond with a moan. This sound drove Severus crazy. He was
so hard now that he ached. Without
giving any more thought, he took one of his student’s hands, slid it under his
own robe and squeezed the warm, trembling hand over his throbbing erection. He
didn’t feel Harry freeze. He just knew that he was dying for the young man’s
touch. Placing his hand over toy’soy’s to keep it in place; he began to thrust
slowly, then quickly and furiously. His hips twitched spasmodically beneath the
pale hand. “Ohh... yes...yes... mmmmm,” he gasped sensually.

 

Harry was shocked. He tried to withdraw
his hand, but couldn’t. Snape, under uncontrolled passion, held it firmly. The
young man panicked when he saw his professor get out a vial from his robe
pocket. A vial full of some potion, that looked like... oil. Eyes widened
further, Harhookhook his head desperately. ‘NO!’ his brain screamed.

 

Snape was opening the little bottle when
Harry pushed at him roughly. Snape felt himself fall away and he hit the floor
violently, the oil ended up being spilt all over his head. Slightly dizzy, he
looked up in time to see Harry opening the door and disappearing into the
corridors.

 

 

Harry ran as fast as he could, not
bothering to look behind him. He didn’t hear footsteps other than his own, so
he guessed that Snape wasn’t following him -- at least for the moment. He was
ashamed. He had responded to his teacher’s kisses. Why had he done that? What was
wrong with him... it had been Snape’s kisses. However, he had to confess to
himself that he’d liked it. Oh God!

 

Totally lost in his thoughts, Harry turned
the corner of a corridor to get back to the Gryffindor tower and did not see
the person standing in front of him in time. The collision was hard and they
found themselves landing on their arses. Harry looked at the other boy and
opened his mouth to apologize, when he recognized who it was. A pair of eyes,
which shone with rare intelligence, met his frightened, green own. Harry got
rapidly to his feet and returned his race back to the Gryffindor tower.

 

By the time that the information ‘Harry is
in front of me’ arrived at Goyle’s brain, Harry was already far away. Gregory
stood up as well and began to run after his heart’s desire or to be more exact,
his prick’s desire.

 

Harry knew he was being followed and knew
also that Goyle was taller and stronger than himself, so he ran faster in order
to put a larger distance between them. But it would be difficult, as the taller
of the two, Goyle could gain more ground with each stride.

 

Severus was running through the dungeon
corridors. He guessed that Harry would return to his House, so he ran in that
direction. When he saw Goyle following his Harry, he saw red. No one
could or would touch Harry. No one, except himself. His anger was helping him
to run faster.

 

Harry emerged from the corridors at the
stairs; he began to climb. Goyle gained ground, but Harry was still ahead of
him. Some students, who were standing nearby, watched them with surprise and
curiosity.

 

It was indeed a curious picture; Harry was
running ahead being chased by Goyle, who was being followed by Snape.

 

Snape could hear the students’ astonished
comments.

 

“Why are they running after Harry ...?”

 

“What has Harry done now?”

 

“Why is Snape running after Goyle and...?”

 

“Look, his hair is so greasy it pours...”

 

“They’ve watched ‘Benny Hill’ way too
much!”

 

Not taking the time to
glare at them or to wonder who ‘Benny Hill’ was, the teacher continued on his
way.

 

 

Harry was almost at the
entrance to his House. ‘Just another stair, one more corridor and I’ll be safe.
Just a little further,’ he encouraged himself.

 

He heard the footsteps
coming closer and closer to him and he was scared. He remembered all too well
the vial of lubricant Snape had wanted to use. And if Goyle manago cao catch
his poor body, he doubted the other boy would have any... or perhaps he kept
some in his pocket, like Snape, but who knew! Anyway, the raven-haired boy
didn’t want to know, ever. Oh, most certainly not. ‘Never!’ he exclaimed to
himself.

 

Snape continued to gain
ground on Goyle. ‘I’ll force him to return to the dungeons and terrorize him
there. He would never, ever dare to touch my Harry again... Harry, oh, Harry...
my sweetie.’

 

Goyle was climbing up the
last stair and had an idea come to him, which was one more than usual, and that
was to pounce on Harry and lick all over that tantalizing body before him.

 

‘Just the corridor remains.
I can see The Fat Lady from here,’ thought the Gryffindor. He knew he had to
say the password now. It was his last chance, so as not to be heard by his
attackers.

 

“Carpe diem,” Harry said
not too loudly, for he knew The Fat Lady would hear him. “Carpe diem,” he
repeated almost hysterically, as he saw the woman in the picture speaking with
her friend Violet. He couldn’t wait for the end of her conversation. “Quick!”
he screamed.

 

“Yes, yes, one moment,” she
protested, irritated. “Now see Violet, the students are quite rude. They cannot
wait...”

 

Goyle was almost upon him;
from the end of the corridor Harry could see the larger boy’s eyes sparkling in
disgusting desire. Just five meters... four meters.

 

“Quickly,
pleeeeaaasssseeee.”

 

...three meters... two...

 

With a loud sigh, The Fat
Lady consented to open the door and Harry entered quickly and closed it on
Goyle’s nose with a slam.

 

 

 

Harry was almost crying in
relief, while leaning his back to the door. He was breathing loudly and his
heart was beating very fast. He was in a safe place now. He saw Neville alone
in the common room, who looked up at him amazed and worried.

 

“Are you alright Harry? Was
someone just harassing you?” he asked slowly.

 

Harry nodded in agreement.

 

“Who?”

 

“Goyle and Snape!”

 

Neville’s face twisted in
disgust and fear, then in compassion.

 

“Poor Harry. Come and sit
down. Now that it’s over.”

 

Harry sat down on the large
couch next to Neville and tried to control his breathing and to slow down his
heart. He had been so frightened.

 

“Did you use your wand?”

 

Harry turned a blank gaze
on Neville. “No. No, I was so afraid, that I hadn’t thought to hex them.
Besides, it’s better lthisthis. Snape is a teacher...”

 

As he saw that Neville was
about to protest, he continued more loudly, “Yes, I know what you want to say,
but he is after all a teacher and Goyle is one of his Slytherins, so...”

 

“But you can’t stay here
forever, or let them harass you in a sexual way, or at worse, rape you, Harry.”

 

“I know that!”

 

“You have to protect
yourself and...”

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Neville could not give his
friend more advice, as two students emerged from the dormitor
Un
Unfortunately, it was Seamus and Dean, and they were grinning evilly at Harry.

 

‘Oh no,’ thought Harry.

 

Harry and Neville took
their wands out, but before they could do anything, large, green flames blazed
in the fireplace behind them capturing everybody’s attention.

 

Suddenly, Professor Severus
Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry appeared
before them, in the Gryffindor common room, for the first time in his career.

 

He was in front of them,
looking solely at Harry with anger, desire and frustration.

 

“So,” he hissed in a cold
voice to Harry, “Mister Potter is so arrogant that he believes he can avoid a
detention without consequences. If I have to remind you Potter, once again, I
am your teacher. And you have to ret met me and my authority. Therefore, I
shall take 200 points from Gryffindor for your insolent behaviour...”

 

Harry heard Neville
murmured desperately, “Two hundred...”

 

“... And you are to come with
me now to honour your detention.” A slight smile drew up the corners of his
mouth as he added, “I am informing you now, that if you want to regain those
points, you’ll have to earn them back.”