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Punishments of a carnal nature

By: botonchan
folder Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 14
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Disclaimer: 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.
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The cost of help

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style='font-family:"Courier New"'>Severus Snape was locked in his offices
grading a waist high stack of parchment. This was the only down side to being
the resident snarkey basturd of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Sure one could assign lengthy essays as a punishment but then one must grade
each of the said essays.



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style='font-family:"Courier New"'>As Snape was most likely the least liked
professor within the grounds he spent most of his Saturdays as he was today
alone locked in his office grading the punishment essays. At this moment he was
deeply engrossed in grading a sixth year essay on possible side effects of poly
juice potion when the noise came…



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style='font-family:"Courier New"'>The grounds pass under my feet in a blur my
lungs burn as though they hold the fires of hell, still I continue to run with
Hedwig limp in my arms. Finally I reach the dungeons. Taking a moment to pull
fresh air into my flaming lungs I begin to pound on his chamber door…



 



style='font-family:"Courier New"'>Snape jumps and swears, “Bloody hell! This
had better be good everyone knows I use Saturdays to grade the majority of my
assignments today.”  Sighing Severus
stands groaning he walks toward the source of the banging. Throwing open the
heavy oaken door the potions master shouts, “Stop pounding upon my door before
I hex you into oblivion!”



 



style='font-family:"Courier New"'>I pound on his door for what seems like
forever. My knuckles are bleeding but I don’t care he has to help. He has to
save her. He has to! He throws open his door shouting something about how he is
going to hex me into oblivion. One look at his face tells me I’ve fucked up. I
am not sure what I have done but if I want to save Hedwig I had better talk class=GramE>fast  before I am
force  fed oak by Snape…



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style='font-family:"Courier New"'>“Pro professor Snape I need your help! It’s
Hedwig she I think she has been poisoned.” Harry finished in desperation.style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>  Oh
man I’ve done it now he looks like he is going to be sick quick think of
something!!  “Please professor I know
you and I don’t get along but she has not done anything to you!”



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style='font-family:"Courier New"'>I make eye contact with my next essay victim
only to realize once more in this past week Harry Potter has managed to disrupt
my ability to work effectively. Damn doesn’t
the boy have anything better to do then fuck with my day!!



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style='font-family:"Courier New"'>“Potter, what are you doing here? Should you
not be with your friends planning some mischief to make my life here hell as
you have in past years?” this question was asked without Severus even breaking
eye contact with Harry.



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style='font-family:"Courier New"'>“Please sir! You aren’t listening to me, it’s
my owl Hedwig I believe she has been poisoned sir. Harry takes a deep breath and
continues on before Snape can stop him. Professor I am begging you, Harry says
as he drops to his hands and knees, please style='mso-spacerun:yes'> professor if you make Hedwig better I’ll pay
whatever you ask, I’ll do anything please just don’t let her die!?”



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style='font-family:"Courier New"'>As far as I could tell Potter’s plea for what
I now realize is the sickly bundle lying limp in his arms seems heart felt. In fact
he appears to be on the verge of tears.



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style='font-family:"Courier New"'>“Potter get off your knees I’ll brew an
antidote for your ruddy bird, but I don’t want your money. I will figure out
the cost of my helping you after I have cured her now follow me Harry and we
shall discuss the subject of payment in further detail… “



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