Eclair
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,581
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part the Sixth - Seduction
Éclair – Part the Sixth – Seduction
“Potter – twenty points and detention – tonight, my quarters 9pm. You will be cleaning and re-labeling my private potions stock – so come suitably attired. Or to spell it out to you – I do not require you to wear student’s robe, but please wear something practical. And be punctual”
Severus smirked to himself. That, especially with the added reminder about time, should ensure that Potter turns up at approximately 9:10pm. Now to get phase the second of the plan into action.
“Mr. Malfoy. I need to see you after class.”
Of course, in the weeks following the detention, Malfoy had continued his liaisons with Harry in the spare room. The first few time he seemed nervous, but eventually it had seemed to the potion master that a bit of the artful positioning, and the glints of ice through cracked eyelids during sex, were to help him appreciate what was on offer. Maybe even an offer in itself of a repeat performance. Severus smiled. Everyone had vacated the classroom and Draco was standing in front of his desk. Eyes cast down. It was obvious Potter was turning him into a good little submissive. Excellent.
“Mr. Malfoy, 9:00pm the room down the hall. We have somengs ngs to discuss. And do not tell Potter.”
A faint blush rose to his cheeks and Severus smiled. Perfect.
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9:00pm
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Malfoy appeared in the chamber on time. Much to Severus’ delight. He made his final preparation, by tacking a note instructing Potter to go in and start cataloging ingredients, and to pay no heed to any noises he might hear. He was coming back shortly. He left his door ajar.
Severus strode down the corridor towards the spare room. The last thing he had seen was Draco curled up nervousmongmongst the duvets. He eased the door open. There, beneath piles of blankets, was huddled his paramour. He smiled.
“Draco” he said, snaking his hand into the blankets, and easing his head up, “This is the last thing you will have to do without choice, from now on you can decide, is that alright?”
He was startled to see the shimmer of tears in the silver pools. “Draco, its okay, I’m not rejecting you – I just want you to be able to make your own choices, as opposed to me commanding you – you are very very beautiful – any man would be lucky to have you.” He was rewarded with a smile. “Now, shall we begin?”
Harry made his way towards his detention scowling. Another night with Draco ruined, and so tantalizingly close too. He had never realized the proximity between Snape’s quarters, and his assigned assignation spot. It added insult to injury.
He noticed that the door was ajar, and read the note. Fucking excellent – not only did Snape drag him all the way down here, but he could not even be bothered to turn up. And there seemed to be some kind of poltergeist. Oh well, better get this over and done with.
“Remove your clothes Draco”, Severus looked on in awe, as the young man obeyed. He could understand Potters obsession, the boy was angelic, cherubic, those soft pink lips, the dimpled fists, the rounded face, the flawless skin. No matter how many times he had seen Lucius in this state, there was never this virginal purity, this incessant ignorance. Draco could suck cock like a professional; he had seen it too often to doubt, but always on his knees, in supplication, pure vestal innocent. It made the entire act that much more erotic and enticing.
The boy had arranged himself on the bed, 9:08pm… perfect.
“What would you like to eat – I’m sure you’re hungry?”
“Éclairs sir, éclairs and cherries”.
Severus could not suppress a smirk. Of thriourious combinations he had seen Draco consume over the months, nothing surpassed this initial one, a tentative step – unsure and uneven, but such powerful imagery.
“For you my dear, anything” He flicked his wand, and the requisite items appeared.
“Sir, would you like me too?”
“No Mr. Malfoy, I do not think that that will be necessary – tonight is for your pleasure, just lie back and enjoy”
‘9:10, Potter must be in my rooms by now, time to activate the mirror,’ thought Severus. A quick swish and a flick, and it was done.
Potter had started with A. there was a jumble of prepared potions with potions ingredients, with things which Harry prayed were not ingested in any way shape or form. This was looking to be a long night. He heard a low moan.
‘Ignore it, Ignore it’
He heard it again, and it seemed to be coming from the other side of the room, behind a shielded looking glass.
‘Ignore it, it is probably just Peeves, or a boggart or something’
The moan was increasing in volume, and then it formed a word. A word Harry knew very well, in a tone of voice Harry had moved heaven and earth to elicit.
“More”
Abandoning his stocktaking, he flew towards the mirror, tossing the cover aside. His jaw dropped.
Draco lay sprawled out on the bed, naked as the day he was born, with Snape besides him, one hand reaching down to Draco’s cock, and the other plucking cherries up with and taunting Draco with them. If nothing else, Harry had to admire the man’s reach.
But a few second’s later, it was not the man’s reach he was admiring, but rather the almost effortless way in which he seemed to elicit such heartfelt responses. At the back of his mind, Harry knew that the situation was morally reprehensible, that was his boyfriend and his teacher in there – for Christ’s Sake! But the pooling of blood in his groin, the way he was responding to the moans, groans, and careless foreplay, all made him loose track of the situation.
“Draco, are you comfortable ?” Harry never expected such words from Snape.
“Yes Sir” The adoration in Draco’s eyes was almost too much for Harry to bear, for the gaze was so familiar. He realized. Snape must have seen them doing this several times, and is now in there, probably completely cognizant of the fact that I am here, watching. The question was, what was Harry to do.
It was obvious that he had to do something. He could cover the mirror, walk away, and never talk to Draco again. He could stay and pretend that nothing happened, in which case he would be found out soon enough. Or he could go and join them. Looking at them now, one long hand placing éclairs in Draco’s mouth at the same speed at which he was bobbing up and down on his cock, Harry came to a conclusion. Be damned morality, be damned good sense. He was going to go and get naked with his professor and his boyfriend.
Severus heard the steps coming down the passage. At last, his imp and his angel, his to play with, together. If only for one night.
THE END
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“Potter – twenty points and detention – tonight, my quarters 9pm. You will be cleaning and re-labeling my private potions stock – so come suitably attired. Or to spell it out to you – I do not require you to wear student’s robe, but please wear something practical. And be punctual”
Severus smirked to himself. That, especially with the added reminder about time, should ensure that Potter turns up at approximately 9:10pm. Now to get phase the second of the plan into action.
“Mr. Malfoy. I need to see you after class.”
Of course, in the weeks following the detention, Malfoy had continued his liaisons with Harry in the spare room. The first few time he seemed nervous, but eventually it had seemed to the potion master that a bit of the artful positioning, and the glints of ice through cracked eyelids during sex, were to help him appreciate what was on offer. Maybe even an offer in itself of a repeat performance. Severus smiled. Everyone had vacated the classroom and Draco was standing in front of his desk. Eyes cast down. It was obvious Potter was turning him into a good little submissive. Excellent.
“Mr. Malfoy, 9:00pm the room down the hall. We have somengs ngs to discuss. And do not tell Potter.”
A faint blush rose to his cheeks and Severus smiled. Perfect.
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9:00pm
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Malfoy appeared in the chamber on time. Much to Severus’ delight. He made his final preparation, by tacking a note instructing Potter to go in and start cataloging ingredients, and to pay no heed to any noises he might hear. He was coming back shortly. He left his door ajar.
Severus strode down the corridor towards the spare room. The last thing he had seen was Draco curled up nervousmongmongst the duvets. He eased the door open. There, beneath piles of blankets, was huddled his paramour. He smiled.
“Draco” he said, snaking his hand into the blankets, and easing his head up, “This is the last thing you will have to do without choice, from now on you can decide, is that alright?”
He was startled to see the shimmer of tears in the silver pools. “Draco, its okay, I’m not rejecting you – I just want you to be able to make your own choices, as opposed to me commanding you – you are very very beautiful – any man would be lucky to have you.” He was rewarded with a smile. “Now, shall we begin?”
Harry made his way towards his detention scowling. Another night with Draco ruined, and so tantalizingly close too. He had never realized the proximity between Snape’s quarters, and his assigned assignation spot. It added insult to injury.
He noticed that the door was ajar, and read the note. Fucking excellent – not only did Snape drag him all the way down here, but he could not even be bothered to turn up. And there seemed to be some kind of poltergeist. Oh well, better get this over and done with.
“Remove your clothes Draco”, Severus looked on in awe, as the young man obeyed. He could understand Potters obsession, the boy was angelic, cherubic, those soft pink lips, the dimpled fists, the rounded face, the flawless skin. No matter how many times he had seen Lucius in this state, there was never this virginal purity, this incessant ignorance. Draco could suck cock like a professional; he had seen it too often to doubt, but always on his knees, in supplication, pure vestal innocent. It made the entire act that much more erotic and enticing.
The boy had arranged himself on the bed, 9:08pm… perfect.
“What would you like to eat – I’m sure you’re hungry?”
“Éclairs sir, éclairs and cherries”.
Severus could not suppress a smirk. Of thriourious combinations he had seen Draco consume over the months, nothing surpassed this initial one, a tentative step – unsure and uneven, but such powerful imagery.
“For you my dear, anything” He flicked his wand, and the requisite items appeared.
“Sir, would you like me too?”
“No Mr. Malfoy, I do not think that that will be necessary – tonight is for your pleasure, just lie back and enjoy”
‘9:10, Potter must be in my rooms by now, time to activate the mirror,’ thought Severus. A quick swish and a flick, and it was done.
Potter had started with A. there was a jumble of prepared potions with potions ingredients, with things which Harry prayed were not ingested in any way shape or form. This was looking to be a long night. He heard a low moan.
‘Ignore it, Ignore it’
He heard it again, and it seemed to be coming from the other side of the room, behind a shielded looking glass.
‘Ignore it, it is probably just Peeves, or a boggart or something’
The moan was increasing in volume, and then it formed a word. A word Harry knew very well, in a tone of voice Harry had moved heaven and earth to elicit.
“More”
Abandoning his stocktaking, he flew towards the mirror, tossing the cover aside. His jaw dropped.
Draco lay sprawled out on the bed, naked as the day he was born, with Snape besides him, one hand reaching down to Draco’s cock, and the other plucking cherries up with and taunting Draco with them. If nothing else, Harry had to admire the man’s reach.
But a few second’s later, it was not the man’s reach he was admiring, but rather the almost effortless way in which he seemed to elicit such heartfelt responses. At the back of his mind, Harry knew that the situation was morally reprehensible, that was his boyfriend and his teacher in there – for Christ’s Sake! But the pooling of blood in his groin, the way he was responding to the moans, groans, and careless foreplay, all made him loose track of the situation.
“Draco, are you comfortable ?” Harry never expected such words from Snape.
“Yes Sir” The adoration in Draco’s eyes was almost too much for Harry to bear, for the gaze was so familiar. He realized. Snape must have seen them doing this several times, and is now in there, probably completely cognizant of the fact that I am here, watching. The question was, what was Harry to do.
It was obvious that he had to do something. He could cover the mirror, walk away, and never talk to Draco again. He could stay and pretend that nothing happened, in which case he would be found out soon enough. Or he could go and join them. Looking at them now, one long hand placing éclairs in Draco’s mouth at the same speed at which he was bobbing up and down on his cock, Harry came to a conclusion. Be damned morality, be damned good sense. He was going to go and get naked with his professor and his boyfriend.
Severus heard the steps coming down the passage. At last, his imp and his angel, his to play with, together. If only for one night.
THE END
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