Every One Wants Harry Potter Version 2
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult
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7
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4,219
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8
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Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Draco grinned as Harry left, he had totally just fucked the Boy-Who-Lived. It might have taken a little while, convincing Blaise to go along with the ‘Truth or Dare’ contest plans, but Blaise just didn’t seem to understand the importance of the control he would feel, Harry Potter, writhing underneath him. Draco’s cock saluted in agreement.
He didn’t plan that Harry had already cheated on Ron, but that just made things easier. Draco had wanted to fuck the Gryffindor ever since he saw him at the beginning of the year and thought the contest was a perfect opportunity to show his ‘true’ colors.
Draco smirked at his ingenious plan as he hopped into the shower to wait for Harry, not hearing his room door shut through the pounding of water. After about five minutes of waiting, his erection started to shrink from lack of attention.
Draco began to wonder were his little fuck toy was and turned off the water to see if he could hear any noise. When he didn’t hear anything he grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist and got out of the tub, calling, “Harry?”
Draco wrapped it tighter as he walked out of the bathroom. “What’s taking so lon-” he started, voice drifting off as soon as he saw that the room was empty. He turned towards the bed and saw the note, ‘What the fuck?’ he thought as soon as he read it.
‘Fuck… it was probably the whole boyfriend thing, god damn it, I should’ve gone along with it, CRAP!’ he thought, walking back into the bathroom to finish his shower, saying out loud, “I’ll get him back later.”
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Harry was crying as he headed back towards the Gryffindor Tower, thinking about Draco and how he felt used. Harry wasn’t paying attention to were he was walking, thinking that everyone would be at lunch and the next thing he knew he was flat on his ass, staring up at one pissed off potions master.
“I-I’m s-sorry sir.” Harry mumbled wiping at his eyes with one of his sleeves from his robe and stood up shakily.
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Snape had just heard about Draco and Harry affair from his Slytherin spy, Pansy Parkison, and was not pleased that Potter would actually fall for Malfoy’s little ploy, and was currently heading towards the Slytherin Common Dorms to scold Draco when he rounded the corner, running into a crying Harry Potter.
The boy got up quickly, mumbled an apology while wiping his eyes and started to continue his way down the hall. Snape was slightly worried and quickly said, “15 points from Gryffindor, Potter, follow me” and turned away to walk back to his private chambers, robes billowing in his wake.
“But sir, I” Harry started, only to be cut off viciously by Snape, “NOW POTTER!” Harry scrambled to follow the professor’s fast paced steps. After about five minutes of Harry following he was beginning to worry when Snape stopped suddenly in front of a portrait of Salazar Slytherin, which opened automatically for him.
Harry walked slowly inside and was amazed to see a well lit room with a warm fire blazing in front of two comfy looking chairs, one on each side of a two seater couch. Shelves littered the walls, holding books and other nick knacks, a desk in the corner.
“Are you just going to look around or sit down?” the silky voice interrupted his thoughts. Harry turned to see Snape making tea on the other desk he didn’t notice before, Snape looked oddly, normal making tea, Harry observed. “Well come in, sit.”
Harry walked in, over to the couch and sat down on one end and curled up in a ball, trying to make himself seem as small as possible when Snape walked over with two cups, “For god’s sake Potter, I’m not going to bite.” Yet his inner voice stuck in. Snape ignored it a held out a cup of tea to Harry.
Harry took it with one shaky hand, the other going to wipe his eyes again, as he gave Snape a small smile. Snape moved to one of the chairs and sat down. “Thank you… for the tea…” Harry finally said. Snape’s eyes widened, never really been thanked before, “Yes well… whatever.” He said awkwardly, taking a sip of his tea.
Snape say there quietly a little longer before coughing into his hand, “So… I take it Malfoy’s the cause of your… distress?” Harry blinked and after a moment caught on to what he was saying, “well… sorta…” Snape raised and eyebrow clearly saying elaborate.
Harry cleared his throat before continuing, “I mean… I ran out on him after…” Harry made a weird hand motion with one hand that looked something like golf before dropping it quickly, turning his head away, hiding the blush that stained his cheeks, refusing to continue.
“Yes… I… see… am I inclined to ask why?” Snape asked, not meeting Harry’s eyes, “Umm…” Harry started awkwardly, not knowing how to continue, “He… kept bringing up stuff about... the Boy-Who-Lived, and when… I asked him about it, he said it was because of me, be he kept saying stuff about fucking the Boy-Who-Lived, and I couldn’t tell which reason he fucked me for, so I ran!”
By the time Harry finished ranting he’d totally forgotten to fell awkward about mentioning sex in front of the potions master and was breathing heavy. Snape’s eyes were wide in amusement at hearing the famous Harry Potter use such… vile language, and his cock gave a twitch.
“So you’d rather run away… instead of staying to find out the truth… which must mean that you already know the answer… you’re just in denial, hmmm?” Snape said, shifting in his seat. Harry nodded dumbly, his eyes starting to well up with tears, leaking out and sliding down his cheeks. Snape frowned, his mind racing, “I can comfort him and if he freaks, I could always obliviate him…”
Snape made up his mind and moved over to the couch, sitting down next to him, patting him on the back softly. Harry automatically threw him self into Snape’s lap, burying his face in the potion professor’s neck, arms wrapped around him tight.
Snape froze then relaxed slightly, slowly winding his arms around Harry’s waist, giving him enough time to refuse the embrace, and rubbed his back slowly, closing his eyes, relishing the closeness. Slowly Harry’s sobs turned into small hiccoughs and then to just tiny sniffles.
Eventually Harry pulled back and wiped his nose, freezing as Snape cupped his cheek, wiping the leftover tears gently with his thumb. Harry smiled at Snape shyly, blushing. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Snape’s surprisingly soft ones in a chaste kiss before pulling away quickly, hopping off the couch and ran out the door, with a quick, “Bye-thanks.”
Snape was still frozen in place, but managed to mumble a belated, “Bye.” he slowly raised his hand to his lips, still feeling the gentle pressure. A smile slowly formed on his face with out his consent, and then he cursed himself, the boy was probably just… over-thankful, ‘Don’t get your hopes up… old man’
A/N YAYAYAYAYAYA… lol, well? What do you think? i've been on a streak, i had 'em so i put 'em up, now, praise me!!
Draco grinned as Harry left, he had totally just fucked the Boy-Who-Lived. It might have taken a little while, convincing Blaise to go along with the ‘Truth or Dare’ contest plans, but Blaise just didn’t seem to understand the importance of the control he would feel, Harry Potter, writhing underneath him. Draco’s cock saluted in agreement.
He didn’t plan that Harry had already cheated on Ron, but that just made things easier. Draco had wanted to fuck the Gryffindor ever since he saw him at the beginning of the year and thought the contest was a perfect opportunity to show his ‘true’ colors.
Draco smirked at his ingenious plan as he hopped into the shower to wait for Harry, not hearing his room door shut through the pounding of water. After about five minutes of waiting, his erection started to shrink from lack of attention.
Draco began to wonder were his little fuck toy was and turned off the water to see if he could hear any noise. When he didn’t hear anything he grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist and got out of the tub, calling, “Harry?”
Draco wrapped it tighter as he walked out of the bathroom. “What’s taking so lon-” he started, voice drifting off as soon as he saw that the room was empty. He turned towards the bed and saw the note, ‘What the fuck?’ he thought as soon as he read it.
‘Fuck… it was probably the whole boyfriend thing, god damn it, I should’ve gone along with it, CRAP!’ he thought, walking back into the bathroom to finish his shower, saying out loud, “I’ll get him back later.”
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Harry was crying as he headed back towards the Gryffindor Tower, thinking about Draco and how he felt used. Harry wasn’t paying attention to were he was walking, thinking that everyone would be at lunch and the next thing he knew he was flat on his ass, staring up at one pissed off potions master.
“I-I’m s-sorry sir.” Harry mumbled wiping at his eyes with one of his sleeves from his robe and stood up shakily.
********
Snape had just heard about Draco and Harry affair from his Slytherin spy, Pansy Parkison, and was not pleased that Potter would actually fall for Malfoy’s little ploy, and was currently heading towards the Slytherin Common Dorms to scold Draco when he rounded the corner, running into a crying Harry Potter.
The boy got up quickly, mumbled an apology while wiping his eyes and started to continue his way down the hall. Snape was slightly worried and quickly said, “15 points from Gryffindor, Potter, follow me” and turned away to walk back to his private chambers, robes billowing in his wake.
“But sir, I” Harry started, only to be cut off viciously by Snape, “NOW POTTER!” Harry scrambled to follow the professor’s fast paced steps. After about five minutes of Harry following he was beginning to worry when Snape stopped suddenly in front of a portrait of Salazar Slytherin, which opened automatically for him.
Harry walked slowly inside and was amazed to see a well lit room with a warm fire blazing in front of two comfy looking chairs, one on each side of a two seater couch. Shelves littered the walls, holding books and other nick knacks, a desk in the corner.
“Are you just going to look around or sit down?” the silky voice interrupted his thoughts. Harry turned to see Snape making tea on the other desk he didn’t notice before, Snape looked oddly, normal making tea, Harry observed. “Well come in, sit.”
Harry walked in, over to the couch and sat down on one end and curled up in a ball, trying to make himself seem as small as possible when Snape walked over with two cups, “For god’s sake Potter, I’m not going to bite.” Yet his inner voice stuck in. Snape ignored it a held out a cup of tea to Harry.
Harry took it with one shaky hand, the other going to wipe his eyes again, as he gave Snape a small smile. Snape moved to one of the chairs and sat down. “Thank you… for the tea…” Harry finally said. Snape’s eyes widened, never really been thanked before, “Yes well… whatever.” He said awkwardly, taking a sip of his tea.
Snape say there quietly a little longer before coughing into his hand, “So… I take it Malfoy’s the cause of your… distress?” Harry blinked and after a moment caught on to what he was saying, “well… sorta…” Snape raised and eyebrow clearly saying elaborate.
Harry cleared his throat before continuing, “I mean… I ran out on him after…” Harry made a weird hand motion with one hand that looked something like golf before dropping it quickly, turning his head away, hiding the blush that stained his cheeks, refusing to continue.
“Yes… I… see… am I inclined to ask why?” Snape asked, not meeting Harry’s eyes, “Umm…” Harry started awkwardly, not knowing how to continue, “He… kept bringing up stuff about... the Boy-Who-Lived, and when… I asked him about it, he said it was because of me, be he kept saying stuff about fucking the Boy-Who-Lived, and I couldn’t tell which reason he fucked me for, so I ran!”
By the time Harry finished ranting he’d totally forgotten to fell awkward about mentioning sex in front of the potions master and was breathing heavy. Snape’s eyes were wide in amusement at hearing the famous Harry Potter use such… vile language, and his cock gave a twitch.
“So you’d rather run away… instead of staying to find out the truth… which must mean that you already know the answer… you’re just in denial, hmmm?” Snape said, shifting in his seat. Harry nodded dumbly, his eyes starting to well up with tears, leaking out and sliding down his cheeks. Snape frowned, his mind racing, “I can comfort him and if he freaks, I could always obliviate him…”
Snape made up his mind and moved over to the couch, sitting down next to him, patting him on the back softly. Harry automatically threw him self into Snape’s lap, burying his face in the potion professor’s neck, arms wrapped around him tight.
Snape froze then relaxed slightly, slowly winding his arms around Harry’s waist, giving him enough time to refuse the embrace, and rubbed his back slowly, closing his eyes, relishing the closeness. Slowly Harry’s sobs turned into small hiccoughs and then to just tiny sniffles.
Eventually Harry pulled back and wiped his nose, freezing as Snape cupped his cheek, wiping the leftover tears gently with his thumb. Harry smiled at Snape shyly, blushing. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Snape’s surprisingly soft ones in a chaste kiss before pulling away quickly, hopping off the couch and ran out the door, with a quick, “Bye-thanks.”
Snape was still frozen in place, but managed to mumble a belated, “Bye.” he slowly raised his hand to his lips, still feeling the gentle pressure. A smile slowly formed on his face with out his consent, and then he cursed himself, the boy was probably just… over-thankful, ‘Don’t get your hopes up… old man’
A/N YAYAYAYAYAYA… lol, well? What do you think? i've been on a streak, i had 'em so i put 'em up, now, praise me!!