Extreme Seduction
Some fire cannot be extinguished by water
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Chapter 6 : Some fire cannot be extinguished by water
“Oh, my god... but...but
this is impossible,” said Harry, petrified and distraught, still looking at his
results. “It can’t be.”
“Do you understand now,
Mister Potter?” asked Madame Pomfrey.
“I think so... but at the same time...
not completely,” replied the young man. “How can my results be all completely
normal when there is definitely something wrong? It’s not that I’m unhappy to
find out that I don't have a serious disease, but there is certainly a problem
happening here.”
“You’ve just pointed out the problem, Harry” answered Dumbledore
worriedly. “There is nothing wrong with your results, it's as if you were
perfectly well. There is no clue, nothing to guide us. And if we don’t know the
cause, we can’t find a remedy for the effects.”
“Are you telling me that I
will never be at ease again? That I always will be harassed by certain people?”
asked Harry horrified.
“I am sorry, I can’t cure
you Mister Potter, because apparently, there is nothing to cure,” replied
Madame Pomfrey deeply and compassionately. “As soon as I read your results, I
wrote a letter to the doctors of St Mungo’s hospital and asked them if they'd
seen something like this before. I told to them it was urgent and I’m waiting
for their reply. I don’t think it will take too long for the response to come
back.”
Harry tilted his head and
fixed his gave onto the floor, suddenly feeling very tired. He buried his head
in hinds nds and moaned slightly. It was hard, so very hard.
“Harry,” said Dumbledore,
putting a gentle hand on his student’s shoulder. “I know it’s difficult for
you, but don't worry too much for now. We will see what we can do to help you
in stopping this strange phenomenon. Some measures have and will be taken for
your safety. For instance, Mister Finnigan and Mister Thomas will be removed
temporarily to Ravenclaw. I believe that Ron and Hermione are helping you to
defend yourself.”
Harry nodded in agreement.
“Also for the time being,
you will,” continued the older man, “not have any detentions with Professor
Snape. Your teacher is already aware that I have cancelled the one you would
have had this evening. If you have to be punished, Mr. Filch will monitor the
detention.”
Harry sighed in relief. It
was a beginning.
“Do not go for a walk in
the castle or elsewhere alone, Harry.”
Harry nodded again. Anyway,
he wouldn’t think to do this. It was far too risky.
“Harry,” the Headmaster
started up again, looking very serious. “I want to know now if Professor Snape
or the other students have done something bad to you.”
The raven-haired boy looked
back at Dumbledore and responded, “They harassed me, wanted to... kiss me but, each time, they didn’t
manage to go any farther.”
‘Except Professor Snape,’ thought a
little voice in his head. ‘He touched you so sensually and made you feel things
no one had before. It was like tasting Heaven.’
Harry blushed slightly and
wriggled, embarrassed, in his chair.
“I have a list of the
students who are attracted to you. I just want to know if they all behaved in
the same manner, if they all harassed you.”
Harry thought of the boys
and answered, “No. The Ravenclaws didn’t attempt to touch me, just looked at me
with... lust. The Hufflepuff too, except Ernie MacMillan who asked me to go out
with him. When I refused, he left without complaining. But the Slytherins...
Draco... you know. For Seamus and Dean, yes, they tried.”
“Oh” said the man slowly.
“That’s very interesting.”
“And how is it in your
classes? Were you able to pay attention and learn things? Did they try to do
something to you then?”
“I managed to learn,
Professor. I try not to pay attention to the others; I try to ignore their
looks or their comments... sometimes their touches, but it’s rare that they
bother me greatly. Generally, I think they don't dare harass me, especially in
front of the teachers or too many people.”
“And in Potions, with
Professor Snape?”
“Since I started to attract
people, I haven’t had any classes with him yet.”
Harry was somewhat
concerned now and his eyes showed this.
“Professor Snape is usually
in full control of himself. So, I don’t think he will do anything to you while
in class, but you are not to remain alone with him after class, even if he
orders you to. Prepare your potions as usual and leave with your friends. All
the same, if he does start to harass you, come immediately to my office
escorted by someone. The password is ‘Melting milk chocolate with whole nuts
and almonds caramelized’.”
Madame Pomfrey rolled her
eyes comically at the excessively long password.
“And, of course, you have
my permission to defend yourself with your wand if you have to. I know you’d
never take unfair advantage of this privilege.”
“Thank you professor.”
Escorted out by Dumbledore,
Harry found his way back to the Gryffindor tower and hurryied to repeat all he
now knew or rather what he didn’t know to his friends.
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Now that Dean and Seamus
had been removed, Harry could finally relax in the Gryffondor’s common room or
up in the dormitory. The two boys had raged against everyone as they took their
leave. They hadn't wanted to depart from their Harry, but they had been forced
to move quickly and the password had been changed soon afterwards so they
couldn’t get back in.
Some rumours had made their
way into the ears of the entire school that Snape was in a very bad mood.
Nobody dared to approach him, except Dumbledore, who was very amused by the
sullen glare of the Potions Master that was sent his way and he bet with
Minerva McGonagall as to the meaning behind every scowl, growl or hiss.
Harry didn’t want to see
the Potions teacher, Draco... or Goyle, so he asked Ron if he would go down to
the kitchen and bring him back some food. Fortunately, it was Saturday and
there were no classes. He stayed in his House the whole day playing chess,
arguing and laughing with his friends on several different subjects except the
one about his attraction, reading books and doing his homework. He only left
the tower, escorted by Ron, to take a relaxing bath in the prefect’s bathroom.
They had perfected a
brilliant defensive system. He and Ron, with wands in the hand, walked down the
corridors until they arrived in front of the bathroom. There, Harry put up a
strong protection charm, unknown to a lot of wizards, to lock the door so that
Ron could go and do whatever he wanted. Harry could take his bath without being
harassed and when he was ready to leave, he used matching magical stones. With
his wand, he would cast a spell onto his stone heating it and turning it bright
green instead of its royal blue and would turn Ron’s stone purple, so his
friend would know to come back and escort Harry safely to the Gryffindor’s
tower.
These stones were a clever
invention of Fred and George Weasley, who had offered a stone each to Harry,
Hermione and of course, their brother and sister. Each stone would turn into
one of several different colours depending on which particular person you
wanted to communicate with. For Ginny, it was gold, Hermione red, Ron purple
and Harry green. They had had these stones for a year now and it was very
useful when they wanted to contact one of them, discreetly.
Harry was relaxing in his
warm bath. He knew that since Moaning Myrtle had fallen in love with one of the
merpeople and was now living in the lake, no one should disturb him. He felt
secure and the sensation of the warm water on his cold skin pleased him
infinitely. He smelled the perfume of the bath and played a little with the
foam. The warmth totally relaxed his aching muscles. He took a deep breath and
immersed himself in the water once, then twice. It was so good.
The third time with his
head under the water, he believed he heard a noice. He tensed up, lifted his
head and hair dripping with moisture, looked everywhere. There was a lot of
steam filling the room and couldn’t see the entire area. He stopped breathing
and listened closely... Nothing. He breathed out and laughed. He was beginning
to be paranoid.
He leaned his back against
the tub and closed his eyes. He was slowly starting to relax again when a voice
whispered in his ear, “You’re so beautiful when you’re naked.”
Harry straightened up and
screamed. His frightened gaze looked straight into onyx eyes, eyes that were
near Harry’s face, too near.
Snape was here, kneeling in
front of the tub, in front of his naked body. Harry tried desperately to hide
himself with the foam.
Thoughts were whirling
inside Harry’s brain. ‘How did he manage to get in? The door was locked by a
very strong spell. I don’t understand.’
Snape must have read the
questions in his student’s eyes because he said ironically, “I happen to know
some spells that you don’t, Harry.”
When he saw the fear
clouding the Gryffindor’s jade irises, he laughed maniacally.
“Get up... ” the boy
screamed.
Snape said quickly, "I
am already.”
“... and get out.” Harry
blushed as the words his Potions Master spoke entered his brain.
‘I can’t believe it!’ Harry
thought horrified, even if, after all he had suffered from his teacher these
last few days, he would think that he couldn't be amazed anymore. ‘He dares to
enter the prefect's bathroom. He dares to follow me and spy on me while I am in
my bath. In my bath! IN-MY-BATH!’
Unaware that he had
repeated those last three words aloud, he was stunned when he heard Snape say
to him in a sensual and low voice, eyes burning with pure desire, “Alright
Harry. If you insist.”
And the boy’s jaw dropped
as he saw the robe of the other wizard slide from sharp shoulders to reveal a
pale and entirely naked body. With a jubilant laugh, the enthralled Professstepstepped over the black material at his feet and entered quickly into the foam
and hot water.