Extreme Seduction

Chapter 8 : The potion’s class 1






Slythie_gurl : Yes I will explain later. In the summary, I said that
Harry attracts some guys suddenly and for a reason nobody knows. It’s a mystery
for now. Thank you for you review. I’m glad you like my fic. Big kisses.

 

 

 

Chapter 8 : The potion’s class 1

 

 

Harry was waiting in the corridor with
his friends just outside the door leading into the potion’s classroom. He was
eager to enter, for he was frustrated in trying to avoid avid hands and hot
bodies. Fortunately, the door opened and Harry walked to his seat at the far
end of the classroom, all while under the intense gaze of Professor Snape.

 

Soon, students were sitting
behind their desk and Harry could feel their eyes on him. He didn’t look at
them and instead tried to concentrate only on the lecture.

 

“To prepare the potion that
is up on the board, you will have to work in pairs,” said Snape in a cold voice
that contrasted with the fire in his onyx eyes as he glanced at Harry.

 

Ron was paired with Harry
and Hermione worked with Neville. The accident-prone boy had improved his
grades, all thanks to Hermione’s patience and especially, by the fact that he
wasn’t afraid of his potions teacher anymore.

 

Soft murmurs turned to loud
muttering, as the students read the name of the potion.

 

“That’s impossible. He
wouldn’t dare teach us that potion.”

 

“NO, not Snape.”

 

“Remember his scowl in our
second year, when Lockhart had even suggested...”

 

Curious, Harry glanced at
the board and he felt his stomach churn. It was meant for him. He knew it was,
with certainty. Quickly, he glanced at Snape. His mouth curled in an evil
smile, he was devouring his student with his eyes in triumph.

 

Ron looked at his friend,
as was Hermione, with pity and fright.

 

“Do you think he’ll force
you to drink it, Harry?” asked the red-haired boy worriedly.

 

“If that is his intention,
then that is why he wants us to prepare it. I am almost certain.”

 

“Oh, Harry,” murmured
Hermione in commiseration. “We have to tell to Dumbledore. He’ll stop this
charade immediately.”

 

“She’s right, Harry,”
replied Neville with compassion. “This potion is probably not even in the
curriculum. And you are right, he probably wants you to drink it and has ideas
on how use it cleverly.”

 

“Mister Longbottom, Mister
Weasley and Miss Granger, do you want me to deduct points from your House or
perhaps some detention?” Snape hissed questioningly, all the while glaring at
Ron as if he wanted to pounce on him and strangle him.

 

Apparently, he still
remembered the events from Saturday evening all too well.

 

Ron scowled back in
disgust, but said nothing. He remembered also; a naked Snape couldn’t be
forgotten so easily.

 

Turning his head so as to
face all of his students, Snape said once more, “All the ingredients you need
are located on this table. Come get them and begin. You have one hour and
thirty minutes to complete the potion. After that, I’ll choose a volunteer to
test the best potion brewed.”

 

At these words, he cast a
quick look at Harry and another faint smile graced his face. Harry swallowed
hard again.

 

“Harry,” called Hermione in
a whisper. “Dumbledore.”

 

“I can’t go to Dumbledore’s
office now. Snape won’t let me leave and if he did, he’d follow me and attack
me in the corridor for sure. No, it’s best that I stay with you.”

 

“Do you want me to go then, Harry?” she
asked with a very determined look on her face. “Snape won’t follow me and he
can deduct a thousand points if he wants, I don’t care.”

 

Ron was listening to his
girlfriend, his jaw dropped in astonishment when he heard her words, but he was
filled with pride for her, too.

 

“No, ‘Mione. Dumbledore had
summoned Snape, when he returned from the Ministry, to speak with him about a
new Potion’s curriculum, so maybe this potion is what we now have to
learn.”

 

“That sounds a bit odd,
Harry,” replied Hermione, in disbelief.

 

“Listen, if Snape does try
something on me, I’ll head to Dumbledore’s office, okay?”

 

“Okay!” answered Ron.

 

“But...” intervened
Hermione, not agreeing at all.

 

Harry cut her off. “Snape’s
a Potions Master. It’s a potion. There’s a new curriculum and plus,
you’re here to defend me if something wrong does happen. We will prepare the
potion correctly, then leave the class like usual.”

 

The young woman looked at
her friend, her mouth pulled tight, but she nodded slowly in agreement. She
turned her head away quickly and stood up to go get the ingredients. Ron
followed her lead.

 

“Stay here, mate,” he said.

 

Harry’s was running his
hand through his hair, when suddenly, a piece of parchment flew through
the air and dropped on Harry’s desk right in front of him. It appeared to be
from Draco.

 

He didn’t know if he should
read the short message, but he did anyway. “I want to make you scream in
pure ecstasy.”

 

The Slytherin was smiling
with hunger and winked at him.

 

Harry crumpled the piece of parchment
into a ball. To show the blond that he didn’t want to “scream in ecstasy” with
him, he tossed the paper away. The Gryffindor it aimed at the basket, but it
missed and landed on Snape’s desk, which was next to the basket. Harry turned
pale.

 

Nobody saw the crumpled
ball land on the teacher’s desk or who had thrown it, except for Draco and
Snape. The latter was very stunned, but eager to know what his heart’s desire
had written for him.

 

He read the paper and
looked at Harry.

 

The boy could see that
Snape’s breathing was erratic now and that he had grabbed
onto the edge of the desk,
apparently to keep himself from pouncing on the younger wizard and ravishing
him in front of the rest of the class. Harry guessed that his professor had a
hard-on and he blushed furiously at the idea.

 

Severus was deliciously
surprised by the boy’s words. ‘So Harry wants me.’ He smiled at this thought.
‘Of course, he can have me,’ he rnalrnally moaned. He definitely had an
erection now... in a class filled with students... it was the first time,
except lately when he thought too much about Harry’s body and he envisioned the
younger wizard’s smaller hands on his pale skin, the youthful full mouth he
wanted to caress with his, a fabulously hard cock buried deeply into his pale
arse... Harry’s cock... oh yes. Severus had tasted it and now he wanted more of
it, for it was like a drug and he was already dependent.

 

He moaned aloud this time and glanced
quickly at the students. He breathed deeply in relief when he noticed that no
one had heard him and he tried to calm himself down. He needed to think about
something other than Harry.

 

 

Draco was glaring at Snape.
He had seen the other man’s reaction to his message and he was beyond
furious. Harry was his. Now, he had the piece of evidence on his teacher’s
desire for his Harry. Now he had to get rid of his Head of House. The sooner,
the better and he had a plan for this.

 

Harry was ashamed and very
embarrassed. He knew it was wrong, very wrong, but he was aroused too, knowing
that Snape got excited thinking about him. He couldn’t permit himself to
fantasize about Snape.

 

Ron came back with the
ingredients.

 

“See, it was better that I
went to get all of these. That way no one could harass you up at the table,”
said Ron with a simle.

 

Harry smiled back nervously
and began to read the instructions on the board. Two minutes later, he was
pouring rose water into the cauldron when he heard Ron say, “Oh no.”

 

“What?” asked Harry.

 

“I’ve forgotten the ginger
root,” he answered, while his hands were busy combining the mixture of powdered
unicorn horn, extract of Hibiscus oil and lavender essence.

 

“Wait, I’ll go.”

 

“No, Harry...”

 

“There’s nobody at the
table now, look!”

 

“Snape,” Ron growled.

 

“I’ll go around and not look
at him.”

 

“Alright, go on,” muttered
his friend unhappily.

 

Harry stood up; he gathered
the missing ingredient and returned to his desk as fast as he could. But as he
passed a desk on his way back, he felt a hand squeeze his arse. It was Seamus.
He was grinning, lust burning in his eyes.

 

“’Lo, Harry,” he purred.

 

Harry scowled and returned
to his spot next to Ron without a word.

 

Ron, who had seen, scowled
too and said to his friend, “What a git!”

 

 

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The class time went quickly
without anything notable happening. Ron and Harry’s potion was ready, as were
the others’.

 

“Now,” declared Snape,
“I’ll choose a volunteer to sample the potion.... hmmm... Mister Potter!”

 

“And you’ve been chosen by
sheer fluke, mate,” said Ron ironically.

 

Hermione glanced at her
friend with horror and an I-told-you-so look. She was waiting worriedly for
Harry’s reaction.

 

“Um... Professor,” began
the raven-haired boy, as Snape was approaching him, “I don’t think that is such
a good idea.”

 

“Oh, but I didn’t ask you
to think Mister Potter, just to drink.”

 

There were eagerness and
anticipation in his face... a frightening look.

 

Severus had not prepared
any antidote for the potion, because he didn’t want Harry to be cured. Oh, he
was not being naïve in realizing that someone else would be able to do it.
However, the antidote would took some time to prepare and Severus knew that it
would give him enough time to seduce Harry... a Harry that was more than
agreeable. He grinned at his perfect plan. Harry would be his, he would make
sure of that. Dumbledore would naturally be angry... oh yes, but finally Harry
would realize that they were made for each other. The Headmaster would have to
forgive him, it was guaranteed.

 

Yes, his plan was perfect.

 

Harry saw almost nothing as
things happened quickly. He just remembered that Snape had taken some of the
potion that Ron and he had prepared and then secured him violently within his
grasp. Ron and Hermione had tried to stop Snape, but didn’t manage it.

 

Harry became paralysed when
he saw the evil look on his teacher’s face; who then grabbed Harry’s hair and
forced his head back.

 

Severus knew he had to do
it now, so he poured the love potion down his student’s throat. The boy closed
his eyes because his head was buzzing.

 

Severus knew that Harry had
to look at him first, just after having swallowed the liquid, but he was not
the only one to know this fact.

 

There came a pushing and
shoving match between the professor, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, Seamus, Dean, Ron, Neville
and Hermione. Some wanted to be the one to be seen, some had not understood
what was happening, but mingled with their fellow students and then others
wanted to help their friend.

 

Each person either tried to
be in front of the Gryffindor or to push the others away.

 

The rest of the studients
was frozen in a corner of the room, confused and petrified.

 

Harry ended up lying on the
floor when he finally opened his eyes.