Sex Therapy

I sat in potions barely able to keep my eyes open. I had to stay awake though, because I knew any sleep would end up with me wet and gasping. I couldn’t look at Potter and Professor Snape sat behind his desk reading while we worked on mixing a potion. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, and the stench rising from my potion proved it.

After Potter and I left Snape the previous night, Potter was still wildly turned on.

“I still feel it… I feel him… I want him inside of me,” Harry cried to me, licking me, kissing me. We sat on the staircase fucking, until Filch’s cat came and chased us away.

Then he brought me to the room of requirement which, to our filthy minds, became a sex addict’s paradise. We couldn’t sleep after that. We stayed up all night vowing to bring Snape there. Now my whole body was sore and I was wholly exhausted.

“We had sex,” I heard the golden boy whisper to his friends on the other side of the classroom. One of them dropped his plate of rat’s tails and Snape looked up…

“Sorry,” the redhead grumbled while Potter chuckled.

“And Snape…he’s so big,” Potter moaned.

Clank. The plate slipped from the redheads grasp again.

“Professor,” I raised my hand grumpily, afraid I’d need to masturbate again very soon. Snape looked at me. “I was up late last night… studying… I was wondering could I come back tonight and finish?” the rest of the class stared in awe of my audacity.

“Mr. Malfoy perhaps you should go to bed at night…” Snape raised his eyebrows.

“Sir my time is just so much more… flexible… at night,” I pouted.

Snape smirked and I glanced at Potter, who was attempting to keep his beautiful eyes focused on his potion…

“Very well you can come back tonight, but I warn you this will be the only time you get this privilege…” Snape said coolly. There were collective gasps of shock and anger from the rest of the class.

“Teacher’s Pet,” Blaise Zabini spat. I grinned at him and left the classroom. He had no idea…


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“I almost lost it in class today, Malfoy,” Potter said giddily that night as we made our way to Snape’s office.

“Well if you behave, Snape just might bend you over his desk tonight,” I mumbled.

Our original goal was to seduce Snape by relaying to him, every detail of our raunchy sex life, but now I realized I was only cheating myself. I had to masturbate at least 15 times a day just to break even. Potter was wild, but he was off limits a majority of the time. My sex addiction, strangely enough, was to him… only…

“What would you do if I told you I loved you…” I asked him absent mindedly. He narrowed his eyes and stopped me before I could take another step.

“Take it back,” he spat angrily.


I took a deep breath, “Oh relax Potter,” I shoved past him rolling my eyes, “It was purely hypothetical…”

We walked on in silence; Harry out of step behind me.

When we got there Snape stood at his desk and gestured for us to take our seats. Harry was still irritated by what I’d said in the hall and he gave Snape an extra long, extra dirty kiss for good measure. The professor took a deep, staggering breath and watched Harry sit down.

“Nice Potter,” I muttered.

He gave me a false smile and turned away quickly to look at Snape.

“Now Mr. Malfoy…” Snape said anxiously, “Please finish…”


Day Five

The crazy part about this whole thing was that before I seduced Potter he was a virgin. Seriously.

Every thought he had in his pretty little head was ‘purely innocent’.

He didn’t know about lube, dildos, swearing, sucking, swallowing, teasing, taunting, rimming, and fetishes. Hell he didn’t even know he was into boys, or why he was having little wet dreams about his potions professor making out with him. Yes… just making out…

He had, had his first kiss with Cho Chang but all he could describe when I asked him about it was that it was wet. He was a good boy. The golden boy. The boy who lived.

Of course until the big bad Slytherin came along and spoiled him.


I spoiled him rotten for a good three months. After all I thought it’d be fun to ruin everybody’s hero. Plus he was damn hot, as virgins always are. I never got carried away. In fact, I was still for the most part, just thinking of him as a fun activity for weekends and recreation. We still loathed each other but that just made sex hotter.

Then somewhere in there he matured and became just a bit too hot for me to handle. He began to realize just how attractive he was. And that made him dangerous.


He told me about the fantasies he was having now, and they were nothing like the virginal ones of our first escapade. He was descending into a hole he would never again be able to crawl out of and I was the one to blame.

My week… all this week had been a mess. I had been touching myself constantly and I couldn’t recall the last dream I had that didn’t end in a scream and a cold shower.

He was always on my mind. I saw him everywhere I went mostly imagined, sometimes real. He loved the attention I gave him. But I was hardly the only one giving him attention nowadays…

As far as I knew he wasn’t fucking anybody else… but like I said he went from a shy, unassuming angel… to a corrupt, twisted little devil.

Friday at dinner, we had popsicles for dessert. My mind was, for once, clear. I glanced up at the staff table and a fleeting memory of him riding me on Professor Snape’s chair drove my mind back into the gutter. I glimpsed at the saintly Gryffindor’s table.

It took him a moment to catch my eye and he grinned mischievously.

He held a cherry red Popsicle to his filthy red lips. Closing his eyes… he deep throated the whole thing and then slowly pulled it out again.

His friend… the bookish girl hit him and he turned to her smiling devilishly. I stood up and grabbed another wrapped Popsicle.


This was an opportunity that was too hard to pass up.




I got him to follow me out of the great hall and I led him to the dungeons where the Slytherin common room was. He had the popsicle in his mouth. He was running his tongue over it tauntingly.

“You won’t let up will you?” I asked as his lewd game became more titillating.

He grabbed me by the shirt. His sticky hands were staining the white linen, and he practically ripped the buttons off to get it open.

“Who’s in control?” I asked, holding him back with one hand firm hand placed on his chest. He laughed knowing full well, that I was under his spell.

Inside the green and silver decorated room I pushed him down on the nearest black leather sofa. He held up the clean popsicle stick to me to show me how busy he’d been.

“All done,” he whispered. His pupils were growing in size. His cheeks were tainted pink. I unwrapped the second popsicle and held it up for him.

He grinned, “You’re evil…”

I held the ice cream just out of his reach. His lips were impossibly red now and my mind was going blank with lust. I climbed up onto his lap and began to undo his shirt.

“Let me fuck you,” he whispered playing with my platinum blonde hair.

I smirked, “Maybe…”

I slid the frozen ice cream over his golden skin. He squirmed underneath me and I put the red dessert in my mouth and licked. Then I pressed it back to his chest. He was shuddering as it melted over his hard nipples. I blew on them to intensify the cold feeling. He was grinding against me slowly trying to deal with the sensation. I could feel him hard underneath me…

A role reversal actually seemed quite enticing at this point. After all, he was already fucking my mind.

I let the melted red liquid roll down his chest and I watched it drip onto the couch. I pressed the rapidly melting ice cream to his lips and he parted them, tasting with his brilliant tongue.

I slid it down his flat abdomen and his breathing was heavy as he fought the feeling of the cold. I watched his stomach rise and fall rapidly while I dipped it inside of his belly button and even further down… to his golden happy trail. I followed each caress with my soft blowing. He shivered everywhere so faultlessly.

Then I traced the liquid I’d spilled on his body with my tongue. The rest melted drip drip drip down my sticky fingers.

I licked each nipple, biting gently. He played in my silver blonde locks tugging when I bit him particularly hard. Mostly he just made all the sounds that ruined my ears and my dreams so fabulously.

I felt him pressing his incessant need against my bottom. Ignoring this, I continued to lick the rest of the liquid up off of his chest and abs. It was so sweet. When I was done most of the ice cream had melted forming a red pool on the floor below us. I took the rest in my mouth, slid it off the stick, and engaged him in a red, messy, passionate kiss.

He undid my belt buckle watching me with an impish gleam in his eyes. Take what you want already Potter…

I stood up and removed my pants letting them fall to the floor. He inched his body out of his own clothing and dropped the discarded items onto the floor. “What if everyone from dinner walks in and sees us?” he purred keenly. I was certain he liked this idea. He was getting so bad…

“They can watch… Slytherins are notorious voyeurs you know…” I smirked.

I pulled some lube out of my book bag and I rubbed it up and down over his waiting cock. He sighed breathless.

I climbed back on top of him. “Can you handle it Potter?” I asked before letting him inside of me. He bit down so hard on his lip I thought it may be bleeding by the time he let up.

“I can do it,” he gasped.

“Promise you won’t cum at the first push?” I teased.

He reached for me and pulled me close for a kiss and I adjusted myself sliding down onto his erect cock. He was shivering immediately. The first time, he came frantically… so drugged by the feeling of his cock inside of me.


The second time, he was calmer. He took my still hard cock into his hands and rubbed it up and down looking into my eyes. He was pushing into me and I matched his rhythm falling back onto him for decent friction.

He told me to lie back so he could be on top. I gave him a hard glance, but I eventually submitted. He was so stunning on top of me. I saw every muscle in his arms and abs working to hold him upright above me.

“Watch me,” I whispered and I played in his hair.

He was making me crazy, the way he moaned inside of me. I answered him with soft gasps of my own intense pleasure.

I didn’t even realize that some of the Slytherins had returned to the common room. I was sure he hadn’t noticed either.

I grasped his firm bottom helping him shove himself deep inside of me. Then I finally came squirting all over his abdomen. It took him another minute and I kissed him to help him get there then came the feeling of being filled with hot sticky liquid for the second time.

He was suddenly shy after that. He pulled out of me and shrunk back into the couch breathing heavily. The Slytherins trickling in watched in awe.

Gryffindor’s prize boy was down in the dungeons being debauched by the wicked, pale-faced Slytherin prince.

Gossip would spread like wildfire but I didn’t care anymore.

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Potter was shivering despite the fact there was no draft in the room. “Professor I don’t know if I’m a sex addict… what do you think?” I asked.

Harry stood up looking out of the window. Snape sat back in his chair and watched me.

“You’ve broken hundreds of school rules… both of you… fucking around all over the school; in my classroom, my office, my seat in the great hall. The level of disrespect is frightening Mr. Malfoy,” Snape said coolly.

“It was all for him sir, he wants you… so bad and I want him…” I started, shocked by my suddenly bitter tone. I knew I had to rephrase my words, because there was no way I was going to say what I almost said.

“I want him… to have you…” I said deliberately.

Harry walked to Snape blatantly ignoring me. He sat up on the desk in front of the potions professor.

These feelings that I had never experienced before were suddenly pulsing through my body. I hated that this man, who was once so unattainable, was now suddenly within Harry’s grasp. I had no one to blame but myself.

“Fuck me,” Potter said softly, dropping his shoe to the ground and placing his sock covered foot in between Snape’s legs. Snape observed me cautiously.

“Don’t worry, Professor,” Potter whispered, “He loves to watch me…”