A Twisted Web We Weave

CHAPTER 42

“Where are you going?” Draco sat up from the beanbag in the Slytherin common room as Harry stood up having closed his textbook and rolled up his finished homework parchment.

“Yeah, you never finish homework that quickly.” Paris accused pointedly having finished his own homework half an hour ago, the gifted boy’s talents finally being recognized at Hogwart’s.

“Well today I’ve got motivation.” Harry wasn’t able to keep a straight face as he packed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Harry hadn’t divulged what had happened on the staircase last week with Snape to his friends. It seemed wrong to tell Snape’s secrets to those not concerned by them. All Harry had discussed was that Snape and he were friends again.

“He’s going to do it.” Paris declared shortly after, knowing the smile on Harry’s face well enough to predict what the boy was going to do.

“Oh no way, now!” Draco laughed as he too picked up on Harry’s Cheshire grin and pink blush. “He’s in class!” Draco snapped knowing that Snape taught remission potions on Tuesdays for those lagging behind in class. Technically they were detentions by a different name, endured by poor unsuspecting 1st years that’d expected to get help to pass Snape’s class.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Harry sniffed indifferently as he strolled from the common room, resisting the urge to smile broadly until he was safely outside in the corridor. The past week had been splendid, just the right amount of Snape’s moods combined with his friendly company was enough to make Harry euphoric. Admittedly Paris, Draco and Harry were still banned from Snape’s rooms but Harry had made excuses to stay after class just to spend a few moments alone in Snape’s company. The potion master seemed to know what Harry was doing, but despite it’s obviousness he made no attempt to stop it, even going so far as to aid the boy’s progress by ritually handing out weekend detentions. Today though had concreted Harry’s decision to make his move. It had been at lunch, just a casual brush of Snape’s fingertips across Harry’s backside as they’d passed in the great hall. No one had seen it, and it had looked completely innocent but Harry knew it had been deliberate, the slight twitch of the corner of Snape’s mouth as he’d seen Harry’s blush a definite indicator the touch hadn’t been an accident.

Harry would have liked to have changed, or had a shower before going to see Snape but this meeting would have to seem unplanned for it to run smoothly. Harry negotiated the busy corridors in the dungeons heading for Snape’s classroom. Just as Draco had said Snape would have remissions potions this evening, so there was little doubted he’d be in the room already, preparing to make life miserable for the few 1st years who’d dared sign up. Coming to a stop outside the classroom, Harry quickly ran his hands through his hair, and loosened his tie and top button a little. Draco had commented once, that Harry paid far too much attention to his starched appearance when it was the rugged casual look that most people favored. Satisfied that he looked a little more relaxed than he felt inwardly, Harry knocked confidently on the potion classroom door and listened.

“Come.” Snape had obviously had a bad day and Harry cringed at the sharp cold command. Harry briefly thought about abandoning his plan but it was too late to back out as he pushed open the door and stepped into the classroom. Harry resisted the urge laugh as he took in the bright pink goo hanging from most surfaces of the classroom like soggy chewing gum.

“One word Potter and I shall have your tongue.” Snape didn’t even look up from his desk as Harry negotiated the puddles of goo on the floor and came to a stand still in front of the professor’s desk. Harry opened his mouth to speak but snapped it shut again as Snape glanced up at him a look of thunder in his eyes. “To what do I owe this dubious visit? Is it perhaps too much to hope that you have decided to seek help in completing this weeks homework task rather than just simply handing in your usual drivel.” Harry winced, Snape was on fine form this evening his sharp cutting remarks above his usual petty insults.

“Actually sir, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?” Harry had planned every word of his speech, predicting Snape’s replies with precise accuracy. Despite declaring never to be predictable, Severus Snape always followed a routine Harry could recite by memory.

“Make it quick Potter, the brats that turned my class into the house of marshmallow will be arriving soon.” Snape snapped not bothering to look up from his pile of parchments he was currently marking with big, red ink strokes.

“It’s probably nothing sir, but I’m having problems with my hand I can’t grip my wand properly.” Harry tried to sound casual resisting the smile that threatened to break on his face, at the alternative implications of his comment.

“I am not a Medi-witch Potter, Madam Pomfrey I’m sure is more competent at helping you than I should be.” Again Harry had predicted Snape’s reply and it was time to pull out the big guns as he rolled up his sleeve to reveal the semi-permanent tattoo he’d had put there last Hogsmead Weekend. That tattoo was of a snake, curled around the initials SS, and was still a little red and sore from the needle.

“I didn’t think it was a good idea to be showing Madam Pomfrey this, I think it’s infected.” This time Snape did look up and stared at the inked tattoo on the boy’s skin. Dropping the quill with a splatter onto the parchment Snape reached over the desk and grabbed Harry’s arm forcefully pulling the boy closer for a better look.

“Potter, what on earth did you think you were doing getting a tattoo. Where did you obtain it?” Snape snapped as he dragged Harry around the edge of the desk and pushed him down onto the stool beside his chair.

“A peddler at the markets…” Harry was cut off as Snape squeezed Harry’s arm and a blue, bloodied kind of fluid spilled out of the tattoo. Harry hadn’t expected his tattoo to be really infected; it had just been a ploy to get things started with Snape.

“Harry, you should know better than to trust traveling marketers, who knows what has been in those needles before they pierced your skin.” Harry was horrified as Snape stood up and strode over to his personal potions supply store.

“It didn’t hurt.” Harry muttered in confusion as Snape rifled through his store before pulling out two potion bottles and a swab of cotton material.

“I thought you just said you couldn’t grip your wand.” Snape interrupted as he returned to Harry and propped the boy up on the edge of his desk. Harry faltered and swore to himself as he tried to make up a plausible excuse.

“Oh, yeah but I thought that was the curse Draco hit me with on Thursday.” Harry winced as Snape mixed the two potions in a small pestle before soaking the cotton in the mixture and then applying it tightly to Harry’s tattoo.

“Draco’s using dark curses again? I warned that boy…” Snape tied the cotton securely around Harry’s forearm before wiping his hands down the front of his robes. Harry hurriedly continued, not wanting to get Draco in trouble but knowing that he was digging himself deeper into a ditch. This hadn’t exactly been what was meant to happen.

“No, not a dark curse just a random curse. We were messing around…” Harry hurried out guiltily avoiding Snape’s suspicious gaze as the potion master returned the bottles to his cabinet.

“Potter, in all my years as a professor here at Hogwart’s I’ve learned a few things and one is to spot a liar a mile away.” Harry worried his bottom lip as he twisted his hands in his lap awkwardly. Snape was so close; the man reclined easily on his chair in front of where Harry was propped up on the edge of the desk.

“Okay I’ve fucked this up, I’m going to go.” Harry muttered as he reached for his bag and went to slide off the desk. His plans had been totally mucked up and it was useless trying to salvage the evening when it would only end badly anyway.

“Not so fast, Potter.” Harry stumbled to an abrupt halt as Snape slung his arm across to the edge of his desk, essentially cutting off Harry’s escape route. “Fucked what up?” Snape insisted as Harry turned sheepishly back to face the professor.

“It doesn’t matter.” Harry muttered as he went to step around Snape to go the other way but before he could he felt the familiar pressing of Snape entering his mind searching and prodding for the truth Harry was trying to conceal. “Don’t!” Harry shouted angrily as he spun back around and glared at the smug looking professor. “You know I can’t stop you that’s not fair!” Harry growled as he folded his arms across his chest and pouted dramatically.

”You could if you practiced Potter but we’re not discussing your lack of occlumency skill. Tell me why you actually came here this evening and don’t lie to me again.” Snape raised a smooth eyebrow at Harry who continued to pout but shifted awkwardly on his feet.

“You don’t deserve it, you’re really nasty sometimes.” Harry muttered childishly as Snape leaned forward and wrapped an arm around his waist to pull the younger wizard snuggly into the v of his parted legs.

“I just stopped you from getting a gangrenous arm Potter, I suggest calling me nasty isn’t such a good idea. Now what don’t I deserve?” Snape smiled sideways at Harry who let his arms fall easily onto Snape’s shoulders, his fingertips gingerly playing with the collar of Snape’s teaching robes.

“This…” Harry breathed out softly as he leant down and pressed a confident moist kiss against Snape’s lips before pulling back slightly to assess Snape’s reaction.

“Hmmm, better than last time.” Snape whispered as he opened his eyes to stare lustfully at the younger wizard hovering above him. “I think I deserve that and another for putting up with you all week.” Before Harry could argue Snape had slipping his hands up into Harry’s hair, pulling the boy down onto his lap and into a heated kiss. Harry had missed Snape’s kiss, the smell of pine forest and fresh water enticing his senses. Harry groaned into the kiss as Snape’s hands traveled down his back and onto his backside, to firmly squeeze the twin globes. Harry was too engrossed in Snape to notice their approaching company until it was too late. Like lightening Harry found himself flat on his arse, his head pushed roughly beneath Snape’s desk as the door to the potion classroom opened and five nervously chatting 1st years entered the classroom. Harry froze beneath the desk as he watched Snape stand up to address the students.

“You’re late!” Snape roared slamming his fists down on the top of the table causing Harry to jump and slam his head into the wood. The chattering students fell silent and Harry bit his lip to stop from swearing as he rubbed his bruised head.

“But sir we’re early….” Harry heard the timid voice of one of the students and shook his head; the boy obviously hadn’t learned yet, that Severus Snape was never to be argued with.

“Silence!” Snape shouted again, curiously not moving from behind the security of his desk to swoop down on the students like he would normally. Harry smiled to himself noting the slight parting of the man’s robes where a small bulge had formed. “The three of you will sit down and begin writing this…I expect 2ft before you leave.” Snape flicked his wand at the blackboard, which spun around violently to reveal a single sentence. ‘I am an incompetent potions student.’ Harry knew the sentence off by heart, having written it at least a million times in his own years at the school. Harry listened to the scrape of stools as the students sat down and began the task. Snape sat down slowly having dragged Harry’s bag off the edge of his table and kicked it under the desk to his hidden student. Snape knew Harry carried around his father’s invisibility cloak everywhere and the message was clear as Snape glanced down between his legs to glare at Harry to hurry up. Quietly Harry unzipped his bag and pulled out the glistening material of the cloak. Not to arouse suspicion Snape had gone back to the marking on his desk consciously leaving a space for Harry to crawl out of. Harry pulled the cloak on and glanced up at Snape’s knees tucked beneath the desk. Automatically Harry’s gaze followed the tailored trouser clad legs up to the man’s groin. During their brief tussle Snape’s robe had fallen open leaving Harry clear access to the zipper of the man’s trousers and what lay temptingly concealed within. Harry smiled deviously to himself. Be damned if he’d been through all this not to at least finish the job. It had been clear Snape had wanted something, and who was Harry to deny the potion professor a little ‘Severus’ time. Letting the cloak fall from his shoulders again Harry knelt up comfortably on his back legs.

With one last small breath in Harry placed both hands on Snape’s knees and in one long push, stroked his fingertips confidently up the man’s thighs to his hips. Snape jumped at the sudden contact and Harry smiled at the knowledge that someone’s homework now had a large uncharacteristic red strike across their parchment for no particular reason. Harry ignored the glare that Snape shot down at him quickly and merely circled his thumbs slowly over Snape’s thighs. Snape slapped Harry’s hands away trying not to seem as if anything was going on, with three students sitting opposite him. Harry wasn’t to be deterred however and simply cupped Snape’s crotch confidently and gave a firm squeeze to the member beneath the material. Snape’s back straightened impossibly and Harry had to give the wizard his dues for keeping the cold passive expression on his face. Snape made no move to stop Harry this time and the younger wizard smiled to himself as he softly began tugging the zipper of the man’s trousers down. Had Harry thought about it, he might have been disturbed that with each calculated movement he made Paris’ voice echoed instructions in his mind. However, Harry didn’t have time to think as he pushed aside the now open fly of the man’s trousers and pushed his hand inside the dark v, to massage the cotton covered prick within. The shock of the situation must have worn off quickly before Snape’s hand came swooping down to grab hold of Harry’s to stop the movement. Harry glanced up innocently from beneath the desk to see Snape staring down at him his eyes narrowed in anger but also doing a fairly bad job at concealing the lust sparkling just beyond.

“Potter.” Snape mouthed in silent irritation as he looked back up at his three detention students who were all none the wiser. Harry merely shrugged uncaringly and having pulled his hand free of Snape’s grasp got back to work. No matter what Snape’s expression told Harry, the man’s cock told a completely different story. With Snape forced back to pretending to be marking on his desk, Harry had free reign on the man’s cock, which was now straining against the cotton of the man’s boxers. Harry was marginally impressed as he pushed the cotton aside and let the elder wizards solid cock spring out. Snape was big. Well not completely eye popping enormous but certainly larger compared to the few Harry had ever had experience with before. Unlike his brother had been Snape was uncut the skin stretched back to reveal the milky droplets of the slit beneath. Reverently Harry stroked a finger up and down the shaft a little annoyed that the balls were still trapped in cotton. Still there was no helping that in such a position, Harry would have to be content with just the main event. Leaning forward awkwardly Harry placed on hand on Snape’s knee while the other he wrapped around the shaft of the man’s cock. Snape was now shifting awkwardly in his chair, attempting and failing to put Harry off what he was inevitably going to do. Defiantly though Harry pressed on and having pushed his face forward gently licked the pearly liquid off the end of Snape’s erection.

Snape practically hit the roof as he went to jump up from his chair. Harry’s head slammed into the top of the desk again, his teeth unintentionally catching the man’s length causing him to yelp in pain and fall abruptly back down into his seat, thankfully saving him from exposing himself to the three students who were now staring at him in concern.

“I have cramp!” Snape snapped at them angrily his hand shooting beneath the desk to come to rest on the back of Harry’s head. Snape had every intention of pulling the boy away from him by his hair, but as a warm wet heat engulfed him his cruel fingers slid effortlessly into the boy’s locks to urge him on. Harry smiled around the length stretching his mouth as Snape’s fingers massaged his scalp. Snape’s taste was unique, not like any of the men he’d done before. Where Julius had been salty and too overly perfumed Snape was a little bitter and tart like lemon. Like Paris though, Snape had some length on him, and before Harry realized the head of the man’s cock was brushing against the back of his throat. It seemed so much easier to have Snape’s weight in his mouth, much more natural than the others had been. Fighting the gagging reflex Harry deep throated the man again, sucking him languidly with an occasional scrape of teeth along the taunt flesh. Snape had given up fighting it and had relaxed into the back of his chair his gaze firmly settled on the three students in his class, and his right hand uselessly gripping his red inked quill that was dripping all over the parchments unblotted.

Harry felt the man’s thigh twitch tightly beneath his left hand, a sure sign of impending orgasm. Harry prepared himself and having let go of the man’s shaft a while before not concentrated his entire efforts on sucking Snape entirely down his throat with each slight thrust of the man’s hips. Snape’s eyes had lost focus and despite his valiant efforts to keep his expression neutral perspiration had broken out on his upper lip and forehead, and his lips were twitching uncontrollably as he bit the inside of his mouth. Harry smiled as Snape’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him more forcefully onto the prick. Harry knew Snape was holding back trying to control himself but Harry was having none of it. With an inward smirk Harry stuck his tongue into the leaking slit of the man’s prick before engulfing him once more. In that instant Snape went rigid his entire body strung taunt as his fingers tightened painfully in Harry’s hair and his fist crushed and snapped the quill in his other hand with a sickening crack. Snape lost his load like a torrent down Harry’s throat the boy struggling to swallow and instead loosing most of it down his chin.

“Sir? Professor Snape are you alright?” Snape’s resolve had crumbled a small shuddered moan of relief issuing from his resisting throat, drawing three pairs of eyes to him. Harry heard the scrape of a chair as someone got up, but Snape was quicker.

“Out!” Snape practically screamed one hand still twisted in Harry’s hair the other now throwing the broken quill at the three students. “Get out of my classroom NOW!” Harry chuckled silently as he heard the rushed footsteps of the students as they ran from the room, leaving their work abandoned on their desks and the door slamming closed behind them. With their audience gone Snape collapsed like a deflated ball in his chair, his previously rigid legs falling slack and open wide, while he leant forward and rested his forehead on his hands on the edge of his desk while he panted heavily, eyes tightly shut. Harry smiled to himself as he pushed out from underneath the desk and cracked his back as he stretched. Snape’s eyes opened marginally to look up at Harry from the safety of his arms, as the boy casually wiped the spilt cum from his chin and sucked it off his finger like ice cream. Without a word Harry grabbed his bag and his fathers cloak. Throwing the bag over his shoulder and wrapping the cloak around his body the bodiless head of Harry headed for the door. Harry knew Snape was watching him and so paused just before he left to glance over his shoulder back at the shaken professor.

“Goodnight Professor Snape.” With a wicked twitch of his lips Harry drew the rest of the cloak over his head and carefully disappeared through the door of the classroom.

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

A/N *Wails in pain and curses all Sheep!* Sorry for the long overdue update I have injured myself again....why is it always my hands and fingers.... This time I've broken my left hand due to an overly nasty Sheep and a barbed wire fence....and me running very quickly away from said nasty sheep. *Grumbles at laughter she knows she can hear from behind the fan fic couch.* Anyway hope you like the update, old Sevi was in love with James who'd have thought?? Well you should have known if you'd have been reading the plot instead of skipping to the smut... *Grrr*

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