What the Devil Wants

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Harry knew it was wrong. He knew what it felt like to have your privacy invaded, to have people touching your things when you weren’t around. Life at the Dursley’s had taught Harry respect for other peoples property and privacy. Still he’d sat alone again all last night in his dorm flicking muggle made paper airplanes about the room waiting for his friend’s return, that never came. He’d resolved then as he’d sat at the breakfast table that he had to find out what was going on. It was killing him not knowing, and if he knew what they were doing perhaps then he’d understand why he wasn’t apart of it.

Today was a Quidditch match. Hufflepuff vs Gryfindor. It essentially provided him with a perfect opportunity to carry out his misdeed. He’d planned it perfectly, ensuring that at least half of the Quidditch team saw him forget his gloves as they’d begun to file out onto the field. With his alibi’s in place his excuse to return to the locker rooms alone was plausible, and no one questioned him as he turned around and sprinted back to the room as the rest of his team took to the field. Knowing he had very little time Harry grabbed his gloves and stuffed them in his pocket before moving over to Ron Weasley’s school bag, where it lay carelessly abandoned on the red heads personal bench beside his locker. With a nervous, guilty glance over his shoulder Harry opened Ron’s bag and began flicking through the mess of homework, textbooks, quills and parchment. Harry was beginning to think that Ron hadn’t brought it with him, but as Harry’s hand brushed a soft leather bound book at the bottom of the bag he sighed with relief. Pulling the book up from the bottom Harry hastily inspected the plain red leather cover. It was a beautiful book, inlayed with gold engraving and Ron’s initials on the spine. With no title, the only indication it was even a book was the silk gold tassle that marked a page inside. Knowing that he didn’t have time to waste Harry again looked cautiously over his shoulder before opening to the first page. Harry’s jaw dropped almost immediately as he read the title, scrawled in beautiful rolling script across the wafer thin page.

“Sex Magic 101.” Harry breathed out in awe as he let the book fall open at the tassel marked page.

‘The useable ingredients of ejaculatory fluid….’ Harry read the heading at the top of the marked page but jumped guiltily when he heard a voice calling his name. Without thought Harry snapped the book closed and stuffed it back into Ron’s bag just as Professor McGonagall rounded the corner into the locker room.

“Potter, we’re waiting for you Professor Hooch would like to start.” Harry stepped consciously away from Ron’s locker knowing that it looked suspicious to his head of house who was now staring at him suspiciously over the rims of her glasses.

“Sorry, I was just coming.” Harry smiled at McGonagall as he hastily grabbed his firebolt and ran past the professor and out onto the Quidditch pitch hardly believing he’d just got away with it.

Harry put the book momentarily out of his mind as he took to the sky, determined to concentrate on the game. It was difficult to focus on the task at hand as Harry’s mind began to spin with the possibilities of just what Snape was teaching in his secret class. If the subject was what the book alluded to it was no wonder it was a secret no one talked about. A shudder of revulsion swept Harry’s body as he imagined Snape having sex. The idea was just repulsive and Harry was all of a sudden glad he hadn’t met the ‘criteria’ to attend the class, although he did now wonder what the ‘criteria’ actually was. Harry shook his head as he dived for the snitch, narrowly avoiding the Hufflepuff seeker that shot past him at an out of control pace. Harry pulled up sharply from the dive, as he watched the Hufflepuff seeker plough into the ground in a cloud of sand and dust. Harry winced sympathetically; no one could dive like that and pull out of it. The crowed ‘oohed’ in sympathy but when Harry opened his hand revealing the snitch the Gryfindor stands erupted in triumphant cries. With Madam Hooch ending the game Harry landed easily with his teammates, who all added their congratulations to him as they headed back to the locker room.

Harry didn’t linger in the locker rooms after he’d showered and changed. The decision to confront Snape about the class had been partially drawn from his intrigue about it, and partially for the satisfaction he’d know he’d get in proving to the potions professor he was capable of working things out for himself. Knowing that Snape would undoubtedly be down in his classroom, Harry scurried through the halls and down into the dungeons. Reaching Snape’s classroom Harry took a deep breath in before raising his first to knock on the door.

“Come.” Harry rolled his eyes as he pushed open the door of the classroom and walked inside. Snape was in his usual sour mood as he sat pouring over student essays at his desk. Harry waited by the door in silence, as he watched the professor glance pointedly up from his work. “Potter.” Snape spat Harry’s name like the boy was a particularly irritating vermin. “To what do I owe this impromptu and may I add most unwelcome visit? Do I live in the hope that you have come to ask for help on your potions essay, so that I am spared reading more of your usual drivel?” Harry bit his lip preventing himself from an angry retort he felt bubbling beneath the surface regarding the insult aimed at him. Dropping his bag by the door Harry weaved his way down the classroom to come to a stop in front of Snape’s desk. The potion master had gone back to marking his essays not in the least concerned by Harry’s presence.

“It’s sex isn’t it?” Harry was mildly amused by the way Snape’s head snapped up from his paper, his quill poised and dripping ink onto the unfortunate students work.

“I beg your pardon Mr. Potter?” Snape snapped his scowl deepening as he glared at the boy through the greasy bangs of his hair. Harry smiled crookedly as he folded his arms across his chest and tilted his head to the side in further amusement.

“This secret class, this extra credit club, this midnight meeting or whatever you want to call it. It’s all about sex.” Harry stated simply as he propped himself up on the front bench watching carefully Snape’s reaction to his comments. Snape’s gaze narrowed dangerously but Harry wasn’t put off and merely waited for Snape’s reply.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Potter, now I suggest you get out of my sight less you wish to spend the next week on detention with Filch.” Snape turned his gaze back to his papers as he re inked his quill. Harry wasn’t moving however and remained stubbornly where he was, despite the looming threat of detention with Filch.

“You can deny it all you like but I’ve seen the textbook.” Smiling in success Harry watched as Snape threw down his quill splattering red ink all over his desk as he sat back in his chair and stared at Harry with a coldly emotionless mask. Harry shivered a little under Snape’s murderous stare, the inky black depths of the man’s eyes piercing Harry through like skewers. When Snape made no move to reply to Harry the boy continued. “I wonder if Dumbledore knows?” Harry paused as he considered the question before smiling sarcastically at Snape who had yet to break his stare. “Yes, I bet he does. I bet it’s a sort of an amusing punishment, making you teach sex education to ‘imbecilic students’ such as Neville Longbottom and Draco Malfoy.” Harry huffed a contemptible laugh as he saw an irritated twitch of Snape’s upper lip, a sure sign Harry had hit on a raw note. “And honestly that textbook, you’d think it was a bible the way they carry it around religiously, but it’d pay them to be more careful where they leave it.” Harry smiled again at Snape who abruptly stood up from his chair and circled the desk to come around to stand in front of Harry, who instinctively leaned back away from the imposing figure of the elder wizard.

“It’s called a ‘progress diary’ Potter and I’m sure your head of house would be interested in hearing about your latest thievery.” Harry swallowed around a rising lump in his throat as Snape leaned closer to him and sneered angrily.

“I didn’t steal it, merely glanced at it when the opportunity arose.” Harry defended himself quickly as Snape backed off a little and leant back against his own desk, his arms folded into the billowing sleeves of his robes as he smiled at Harry with a strangely unsettling smirk. “So how come Neville Longbottom qualifies and I don’t?” Harry barked a little more bitter than how he meant to sound. The bitterness of his tone wasn’t unmissed and Snape seemed amused by the boy’s jealousy.

“For one Mr. Potter, as the subject suggests you have to have engaged in sexual intercourse.” Snape seemed to take delight in watching Harry shift nervously on the bench, the boy’s cheeks flushing a little at the connotations of Snape’s comment.

“I have……” Harry was cut off quickly by Snape’s throaty chuckle.

“Don’t lie Mr. Potter, there are something’s in this castle that are monitored as a mater of course, student’s bed partners are one of those items.” Harry’s blush deepened his Gryfindor courage beginning to slide as humiliation settled in his chest. “But don’t be disheartened Mr. Potter, in a year or two you might find someone as stupid as you who would relieve you of your virginity.” Snape smiled cruelly as he made his way back around the desk and sat back down to get back to his essays. Feeling already humiliated Harry’s anger simmered slowly as he jumped down from the desk and pointed rudely at Snape.

“I hardly think you’re the best person to be teaching sex to students professor, I heard Deatheaters prefer unwilling partners and I don’t believe that’s the right message to be sending to students. Besides without rape I wouldn’t have expected you to have even fucked anyone let alone possess the authority to teach consensual sex to minors!” Harry didn’t realize what he’d said until he saw Snape’s face took a turn. Harry had never seen the wizard look so angry and it was with some haste that Harry turned to run. He never made it to the door.

The curse struck Harry in the back sending him sprawling in agonizing pain to the floor. In pain Harry tried to crawl towards the door, tears stinging his eyes as he tried to call for help. Had anyone been passing Snape’s classroom they might have heard his pitiful cries but before Harry could shout Snape had slammed the door closed and was now towering above Harry’s prone form.

“You make a habit of assuming Mr. Potter that I am a tolerant man but I assure you that should you push me far enough there will not be a wizard in this world that would stop me from ending your life.” For a split second Harry thought Snape would let the agonizing curse wrapped around his body continue, and as Snape flicked his wand Harry prepared to die but as hard as it had struck the curse was gone, releasing his body into a limp heap. Panting and shaking in fear, Harry winced as Snape bent down over him, so close that Harry could smell the man’s foul breath. “Now while I’ll choose to ignore your scandalous accusations Mr. Potter I will not however ignore your blatant disregard for your fellow students privacy and property. I will meet you in the headmasters office, and I suggest you spent the time walking there to formulate some semblance of defense for your shocking disrespect of your peers!” Harry couldn’t scrambled to his feet quick enough before he was running up the hall away from Snape’s classroom.

By the time Harry had reached the revolving stairs leading up to Dumbledore’s office his excuses were looking more and more flimsy and pathetic. Nervously Harry knocked on the door to Dumbledore’s office before waiting patiently until he heard Dumbledore’s bright voice calling him inside.
“Ah Harry my boy, come and have a seat. Brilliant match today, Gryfindor are quite the team.” Harry smiled tentatively at Dumbledore before glancing across at where Professor Snape was standing beside the fireplace, his arms folded into the billowing sleeves of his robes and his signature glare boring straight through Harry’s body.

“Yeah.” Harry whispered in reply to Dumbledore’s bright greeting before sitting down in the offered armchair beside the fireplace.

“Well I suppose we better discuss the issues Professor Snape has raised, concerning your intriguing story about an ‘extra credit class’?” Harry frowned as he watched Dumbledore glance across at Snape from over the top of his half moon glasses before looking back at Harry knowingly.

“They’re not extra credit they’re sex.” Harry snapped irritated that he was being treated like a child.

“Now Harry, Hogwart’s does not teach sexual education but we do offer a variety of support services for students exploring this natural progression into adult hood.” Dumbledore flicked his hand casually and a tray appeared from thin air with three steaming cups of tea. Harry shook his head when the headmaster offered him a cup and instead pointed rudely at Snape.

“He’s teaching a class about sex and you know it. I’ve seen the book they’ve all got, he’s even admitted the fact you have to have done it to get in!” Harry barked still pointing at Snape who was now sipping curtly on his tea. Dumbledore sighed heavily at Harry’s accusation as he sat back in his chair and sipped from his tea.

“There are something’s that go on within these castle walls Harry that, while we do not condone, still understand are going to happen no matter what obstacles we place in the students paths to prevent them.” Dumbledore paused as he took another sip of tea from his cup. “Sexual Intercourse is one of those things. While we expressly do not promote this activity between students we understand it is a natural part of growing up, and is significantly important to young witches and wizards and their magic. Thus this ‘extra credit class’ is designed to teach students who are ready for it, what magical properties can be harnessed by this intimate act.” Dumbledore explained succinctly, shocking Harry slightly that the man was being so open about the topic, unlike the secrecy everyone else seemed to think was necessary.

“Magical Properties?” Harry inquired cautiously not even bothering to acknowledge Snape’s snort of irritation from over by the fireplace.

“Indeed, powerful magic can be harnessed through sexual pleasure Harry. For some wizards and witches, it’s the only reason they do it.” Dumbledore’s eyes sparkled knowingly and Harry couldn’t help but shudder at the image the headmasters cheeky grin brought to mind.

“Then if everyone knows about it, why the secrecy? Why can’t all the students learn about it, like they teach muggle students about condoms and STD’s.” Harry protested having remembered the sexual education video’s they’d been shown in the Muggle School in Surrey that he’d been forced to attend while living with the Dursley’s.

“Pardon?” The headmaster looked strangely blank at Harry’s reference to muggle sex. Harry rolled his eyes and calmly shook his head, as he muttered at the headmaster to forget it. “That is just the point my boy, there are some students here at school that are not ready to hear or experience such things as sex magic. The insurmountable pressure of having to pass a class in the subject could damage some student’s innocents. Thus Professor Snape’s class is by invitation only, to those students the faculty believe are both mature enough, and experienced enough to handle the intricacies required of the subject.” Dumbledore finished his tea and set the cup aside before offering Harry a lemon drop from the glass bowl floating beside his armchair. Harry knew it was always best to just accept the sweet and did so obediently, consciously stuffing it into his pocket to eat later.

“And that’s another thing, Snape teaching sex?” Harry knew what Dumbledore had said was right, but it still didn’t make him feel any less inadequate and left out. It also made him irritably frustrated that all his friends had had sex and he alone, hadn’t even had a proper kiss yet.

“I warned you Potter…” Snape growled from over by the fireplace his gaze narrowing angrily as Harry pointed at him rudely.

“That is Professor Snape to you Mr. Potter, and while I am understanding of your interest and concern for your friends in this subject, will not allow you to question my ethics in choice of professor.” Dumbledore cut off Snape abruptly, but his sharp comment was firmly aimed at Harry who apologetically lowered his gaze to stare at his shoes. “Professor Snape is an extremely proficient teacher and until such time as you are either invited into his class or otherwise are affected by the class in question I will hear no more about it. Do you understand me?” Harry reluctantly nodded his gaze not quiet meeting Dumbledore’s sparkling eyes. “Good, now for you previous disrespect I believe 50 points from Gryfindor will be suffice and should I hear again of your deliberate attempts at invading your peer’s privacy I shall take further steps to see you isolated from your classmates. Now I believe gentlemen, dinner is nearly ready.” Harry knew that was his cue to leave and so quickly got up and left the headmasters room. Jumping onto the revolving steps, Harry was somewhat surprised as he felt Snape step onto the top one beside him as they began descending back down to the hallway. Harry had expected Snape to stay and chat to the headmaster but obviously the elder wizards cue to leave, had been directed at Snape as well. Harry fidgeted with the sleeves of his jumper, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge Snape who was as usual unnervingly cold beside him. Reaching the Gargoyle at the bottom of the steps, Snape stepped out first and began striding down the corridor. Harry paused beside the crouching stone figure as the steps warded themselves shut behind him.

“I’m not totally innocent you know.” Harry called angrily after Snape; finally so frustrated he had to make comment. Hearing Harry’s voice Snape paused at the corner of the corridor and looked back at Harry with what could only be a sneer of amusement.

“With all due respect Potter,” Snape paused his sneer turning slightly cruel. “I beg to differ…” With a cruel laugh and a swirl of his robes Snape disappeared from view leaving Harry silently fuming to himself and feeling highly humiliated.

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A/N Well a few more chapters to perhaps lure some more ever ellusive reviewers or readers, which ever. Thanks to those of you who've signed up for another one of my stories, be assured this one's not quite as long but just as juicy....*winks* It may seem cliche at the moment but it's definately not like others that lend this 'plot'

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