What the Devil Wants

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Harry sat in the library sorting through his Transfiguration notes, irritably highlighting the important passages to include in his essay. It was late, but Friday’s in the Library were always ‘late research night’. It was about the only genuine excuse for break of curfew. So long as you were in the library supposedly studying, you could stay as long as you liked every Friday night. Many students used it as an opportunity to gossip and stay up late but Harry had actually found he needed this Friday night to finish his essay for Monday.

“Harry?” Harry jumped a little when the little table he’d found near the window in a stack of books was invaded by a familiar red head. Harry smiled mildly at Ron, still not happy with his best friend for not telling him about Snape’s class. Harry went back to highlighting as Ron sat down on the stool opposite Harry’s. “You know don’t you?” Ron muttered quietly as some giggling first year girls came scampering past the end of the book stack, Harry had hidden himself between. Harry shrugged his shoulders in silent reply. Ron sighed heavily at his best friends deliberate awkwardness before snatching Harry’s quill from his hand, and forcing the green-eyed wizard to look up at him. “I’m sorry okay. I wanted to tell you so badly, but Hermione said she’d tell on me to Snape and he’s one scary bastard if you disobey his rules.” Harry couldn’t help himself, and laughed at Ron’s wide concerned eyes. “Besides the fact she threatened to hold out on me, if I discussed our sex life with you.” Ron shrugged his shoulders as Harry shook his head in amusement.

“You’ve told me everything about that anyway.” Harry laughed quietly as Ron smiled deviously and nodded enthusiastically. Where sex and women were concerned Ron told Harry everything, it was almost a code of their friendship and not even Hermione was going to break that.

“Yeah but she doesn’t know that.” Ron chuckled as he gave Harry back his quill, which was pushed uncaringly back into its ink well. “Anyway I kind of figure if you know about the class, it’s okay to talk about it with you even if you’re not in it.”

“Thanks Ron.” Harry muttered, his cheeks flushing in pink in embarrassment at again being reminded of his damned virginity. “So what do you do?” Harry inquired quietly as some Slytherin’s came sneaking past looking very suspicious. “He doesn’t give demonstrations does he?” Harry looked momentarily horrified at the thought but Ron scoffed loudly and shook his head.

“Hell No, I think I’d have to poke out my own eyes if I ever had to witness Snape doing that.” Ron pretended to be blind by way of explanation before shifting his chair around closer to Harry’s so that their conversation wouldn’t be overheard. “It’s not about sex exactly, it’s not like porn, and it doesn’t give you wood or anything. Snape kind of takes a scientific approach to the whole doing it aspect and then mixes it with the theory of natural magic. He doesn’t tell you how to do it, more what’s supposed to happen and what can be done with the results.” Harry was enraptured by Ron’s explanations of Snape’s secret ‘extra credit class’ and couldn’t draw his attention away as the red head continued. “I swear on Merlin’s grave, last week our homework was wanking. We had to bring a sample of it in, for him to show us how to make this strong healing draft from it. Oh and we’ve got this diary…” Ron bent down to his bag that he’d dropped beside the table and removed the red leather bound book Harry had seen before. Guiltily Harry pretended to be surprised when Ron showed him the diary, and opened it up to the gold tassel marked page. “We have to write in it every time we do it, or something related to it. What we experience, what we try, and what the results are of it, then we discuss it in class. Snape’s surprisingly cool about this stuff, sure he’s still a bastard but he knows heaps about magic.” Harry nodded slightly, still not convinced that Snape could teach sex magic to minors. “This could possibly be the only Snape taught class that a Weasley will ever pass.” Ron was practically bursting at the seams with things to tell Harry about the class, as the boy stashed his diary back in his back as Madam Pince walked past the stack, pausing to glare at them for talking.

“It sounds good Ron, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” Harry tried to sound supportive and not as bitter and frustrated as he felt inside.

“Oh, we have so got to get you laid just so you can get an invite….” Ron proclaimed with a patented mischievous Weasley grin. Harry nodded, he and Ron finally thinking alike. Harry had to get laid, if not to get in on the class but then to at least shove it in Snape’s face…

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“You look good Potter, just chill.” Ron grumbled as he led Harry cautiously down the corridor towards the room of requirement. Harry worried his bottom lip as he trailed after Ron, silently wondering if this was an entirely good idea. He wanted to join Snape’s class but was the sacrifices worth it?

Standing in front of the stonewall Harry watched as Ron closed his eyes and concentrated hard. Within a few moments a door had appeared from nowhere and with a devious chuckle Ron pushed it open and stepped inside. Harry obediently followed and was instantly assaulted by the music that drowned all other sound completely out. Harry wasn’t surprised that the room of requirement was being used as a party shack but what he was surprised at, was the fact that students from all four houses were merrily engaging with each other in laughter, dancing and chatter. How anyone could hear anything over the music was beyond Harry, but he supposed you got used to it. A small part of Harry was slightly pissed off that he’d never been invited to one of these parties but another small part hoped he’d never be invited again. Although Harry was surprised to see the amount of familiar faces that were obviously in Snape’s class, some more surprising than others.

With Ron dragging him by the arm through the dancing crowd, Harry was mildly annoyed that it was to a small group of Slytherin’s and Gryfindor that he was being led. Harry wasn’t surprised to see the group of Gryfindor’s, he already knew most of them were in Snape’s secret class and there was no surprises that nearly all the Slytherin’s were in. What caught Harry’s attention however was Ginny Weasley, sitting politely next to Hermione, her hand gently stroking Dean’s inner jean clad thigh.

“Ginny’s had sex?” Harry scoffed under his breath to Ron as the red head pushed him down into a cushion on the other side of Hermione, who smiled at Harry before glaring at Ron as she waited for an explanation as to why Harry of all people was at the private party.

“Yeah, her and Dean fuck like rabbits. Found out last class, Dean licks her….you know what. Knowing that about your little sister really fucks with your mind I’m telling ya.” Ron muttered back as he dropped down behind Hermione and pulled the young witch back against him in a hug.

“What’s he doing here?” Hermione snapped at her boyfriend, not quite quiet enough for Harry not to hear.

“Harry’s here to get laid.” Ron announced, practically shouting at Hermione to be heard above the music. Harry instantly went red in the face in humiliation as the group of Slytherin’s laughed loudly at Harry’s expense.

“Thanks Ron.” Harry grumbled under his breath as Malfoy entered the group, Pansy Parkinson as usual hanging off his side like moss.

“So Potter’s decided to be a man, this should be funny. Who’s desperate enough to sleep with you?” Malfoy scoffed cruelly as he sat down on the beanbag, and pulled Pansy into his lap.

“Well I was hoping Pansy would, she was desperate enough to do you wasn’t she?” Harry barked causing sniggers to break out around the circle. Draco glared at Harry but pointedly didn’t reply, instead pulling Pansy into a fierce kiss that spoke volumes of what he had, and Harry didn’t. With a disgruntled sigh Harry thought about leaving, nearly everyone in the room seemed to be in a couple. Memories of the Valentine’s dance came flooding back, and Harry felt suddenly out of place. Just as he was deciding whether to just leave or tell Ron he was going, Hermione nudged Harry on the shoulder and pointed through the party to the drinks table.

Standing by herself in the corner was an unfamiliar young Ravenclaw witch. She had long blonde hair that was held back in a blue ribbon that matched her pretty blue dress. She couldn’t have been more than 15, if not younger and Harry couldn’t have ever remembered seeing her either at class or in the great hall. Harry had to admit she was pretty, if not a little plain. Her eyes were blue, and sparkled behind the rim of the glass of punch she was sipping from.

“She’s new, been home schooled for the past two years. Her name’s Alice. Ginny reckons she over heard her talking about you outside Herbology.” Hermione smiled warmly at Harry who glanced at Alice, before looking suspiciously back at Hermione.

“What? No lecture about doing it for the right reasons or anything?” Harry muttered a little surprised Hermione had dragged him from the room sooner, and told him to stop being stupid and that virginity is a sacred thing not to be given away to just anyone. Hermione sighed and nuzzled back against Ron’s chest, as she smiled at Harry sadly.

“I don’t need to lecture you Harry, I know you’ll do the right thing.” Harry groaned, having an expectation of purity was worse than Hermione’s lectures and Harry sighed as he stood up.

“Go get her Harry.” Ron pumped his first in encouragement out of sight of Hermione and Harry smiled coyly as he took a deep breath and crossed the dance floor over to where Alice was still standing alone and sipping from her punch. Awkwardly Harry helped himself to a glass of punch before moving to stand beside the young witch, and pretend to be casually watching the dancing and listening to the music.

By the time Harry was on to his fourth glass of punch and he still hadn’t said anything to Alice the boy was beginning to think the entire idea was stupidity. He didn’t need to have sex just to get into Snape’s fucked up little class, he was a mature young adult that didn’t have anything to prove… Harry was drawn from his internal pep talk by a giggling beside him. Turning slightly Harry watched as the young witch beside him giggled into her hand, a pink blush flushing her cheeks as she tried to avoid looking at Harry.

“What are you laughing at?” Harry inquired, surprised at how easy conversation came to him when he thought he was being insulted.

“You.” Alice admitted in a sweet, almost angelic voice. “That’s your fourth glass of punch, if you don’t ask me soon you’ll be too drunk to say it.” Harry frowned as he stared at the red colored punch in his glass, before sniffing at it. For the first time Harry realized just how much alcohol had been used to spike the fruit drink he’d been liberally drinking from.

“Oh.” Harry muttered as he put aside his half full glass deciding against drinking anymore. “Hang on, ask you what?” Harry finally processed what the young witch had said, and looked at her a little surprised. Alice giggled again and smiled coyly up at Harry from beneath her thick black eye lashes.

“You’re not a very good occlument are you?” Harry looked mildly affronted by what the girl was suggesting, had she been reading his mind the entire time he’d stood there? A little horrified Harry went to move back over to his friends but Alice was quicker and stepped in front of him, preventing him from escaping.

“The answer is yes Harry. You need some help getting into Snape’s class and I’ve got homework to do for Snape’s class. It’s a mutual situation, no strings.” Alice smiled brightly at Harry who for all the world looked as if he’d just swallowed one of the Weasley Twin’s patented stunning jawbreakers.

“Um.” Harry didn’t know what to say, surely it couldn’t have been that easy? If he’d have known it was going to be, he’d have done it sooner.

“Come on, it’s nearly curfew.” Alice took Harry’s hand, and led the stunned wizard out of the room of requirement.

Everything seemed a bit of blur until Harry found himself being pushed into one of the bathroom stalls in the Ravenclaw girls bathroom.

“You know I haven’t…” Harry muttered as he was pushed against the stall wall, and Alice locked her lips with his. The kiss was toe curling, a far cry from anything Harry had ever experienced, although perhaps not as exciting as he’d expected from a moment like this. Harry put it down to nerves, as he tried to relax.

“Of course I know Harry, or you’d be in Snape’s class. Now do you mind if we do my homework first?” Harry stared into Alice’s blue eyes, wondering silently where the giggling, shy young Ravenclaw witch had gone, and how in hell he’d ended up with a blonde haired little vixen.

“Sure.” Harry breathed out awkwardly as he watched as Alice undid his jeans and slid them down to his ankles. Harry blushed and looked automatically up at the ceiling, as Alice wasted no time in pulling down his underwear, exposing his not quite so hard cock, and the wiry mattering of curls around his balls.

“You’re not bad Potter,” Alice muttered as she boldly took hold of Harry’s cock and began sliding her fist up and down it. Harry bit his lip hard, trying to act as casual and unaffected by the whole situation as Alice was, despite his racing heart and his light-headedness. No one had ever touched his cock before, well apart from himself but that didn’t count. This was a girl, a girl he hardly knew and she was wanking him off like a professional. Harry’s knees threatened to give out as Alice leant forward and licked the head of his purpling prick. Almost immediately sparks popped before Harry’s gaze and he couldn’t help but groan.

A giggle from down below had Harry’s eyes snapping open, as he stared at Alice who was knelt before him.

“Don’t make too much noise or we’ll get caught.” Alice whispered, her eyes twinkling with mischievousness as she opened her mouth and sucked Harry’s prick in between her plump red lips. Harry held his breath as he watched his length disappear into the young witches mouth before her tongue circling his base made him surrender to the feeling, and close his eyes tight. Gripping the wall uselessly Harry’s breathing became labored under Alice’ ministrations, until finally Harry couldn’t hold back. Less than half a second later Harry was groaning and coming, shooting his load into Alice’ moist mouth.

Panting Harry practically fell back against the wall with a thud, as Alice pulled away from him. Slightly afraid of what he’d see Harry opened his eyes, only to watch as Alice wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a slightly disappointed expression on her face.

“You didn’t last very long did you?” Alice whispered as she stared up at Harry waiting for some kind of explanation or reason why. Harry bit his lip and shrugged his shoulders, feeling suddenly very uncomfortable and not at all like he expected he would feel after his first sexual experience. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter so long as you can get it up again.” Alice shrugged her shoulders too and stood up, already unbuttoning her dress and taking down her panties. Harry stared at Alice as she undressed; watching as each piece of fabric was stripped away until the full expanse of creamy white skin was exposed. Harry stared at the pert rounded breasts of Alice, and followed the flat plain of her stomach down to the v of pubic hair that hid the delicate female secrets Harry had often dreamed about. “Well come on, we haven’t got a lot of time.” Alice’s impatient voice penetrated Harry’s stare, and the boy was somewhat shocked when Alice picked up his hand and placed it on her right breast. As if scolded Harry yanked his hand away, whacking his elbow on the diving wall of the stall behind him and sending a loud bang around the empty bathroom. Harry cringed at the sound and Alice tutted loudly.

“Shhh, Harry or we’ll get caught. If you’re not confident in doing it, I can prepare myself.” Harry’s eyes widened to dinner plates as he watched Alice reach between her own legs and part the folds hidden beneath, a finger disappearing within. In all of Harry’s wet dreams none had featured such graphic detail of what he was watching Alice do, and in theory it should have turned him on. But to his horror, it had no affect what so ever, not even an interested twitch as he watched her breasts bounce with the effort she was putting in to fingering herself. Drawing his eyes away from Alice, Harry stared down at his cock, limp and lifeless in his lap. “You can wank if you like Harry. I like watching or I can….” Alice went to reach for Harry’s cock and the boy panicked.

“I can’t do this….” Grabbing for his pants, Harry scrambled to get out of the toilet cubicle, not even sparing half a thought for Alice’s state of undress as he hopped out of the bathroom stall his pants still shameless around his ankles, as he struggled to pull on his underwear. Harry was already half way across the bathroom, his progress hampered as he tried to pull up his trousers. Hearing the toilet door slam open after him Harry hastened his efforts to get out, especially when Alice called his name in a strange kind of helpless cry. Harry spared the naked girl a glance over his shoulder, but was surprised when Alice screamed and ducked back into the toilet and slammed the door closed. Harry had an ominous feeling as an icy cold shiver of dread spread up his spine. In slow motion Harry turned around only to come face to face with Professor Snape standing in the doorway of the girls bathroom. The Professor’s expression was unreadable, as he stood arms folded and his wand resting in his left hand.

Harry felt ill as he stared into his Potion Professors icy stare.

There was no doubting Snape had been there a while, curfew had passed an hour ago despite Alice’ constant reminder that it was getting close. The elder wizard had probably heard everything, and seen too much. Harry knew he was screwed, as he heard the door to the toilet cubicle creak open again, and the soft tentative foot falls on the tiled floor. Harry didn’t dare look away from Snape’s face, not even to pull up his trousers that had once again fallen down around his ankles. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw the flash of blonde hair as Alice ran past them both. Snape didn’t even acknowledge the girls escape and instead raised a smooth eyebrow at Harry.

“Shit.” Harry swallowed convulsively, unable to hold back the wave of nausea that swept over him. It was like a dream as Harry bent forward the contents of his stomach reemerging in a punch colored waterfall that splattered all over Snape’s shoes and the bottom of the man’s immaculate robe. Harry closed his eyes as he coughed up another spatter of punch before he heard a deep sigh above him.

It was official.

Harry was a dead man.

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TBC>>>>>>