Unlikely Beginnings

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Chapter Eight

\"Ah, Mr. Malfoy,\" Snape drawled as Draco casually walked into the room. \"So
nice of you to grace us with your presence.\" He let a small sneer creep over
his lips in response to Draco\'s feigningly pleasant smile at his teacher.
Without waiting for Draco to sit down, Snape started his class. Harry had
been able to blend into a group of other stragglers that were cutting it
close for getting to class as well, and had easily gained entrance to the
room and joined his friends at their usual table.

He\'d just taken his books from Ron\'s bag, thankful that someone remembered
it for him when he spared a small glance across the room when Draco sat
down. He\'d pulled out his chair, scraping it indignantly across the stone
floor. Snape barely stopped his speech on dragon dung to take ten points
from Slytherin, and Draco just lounged back in his chair, crossing his arms
across his chest. Harry felt a sharp prod to his side and turned to see
Hermione looking at him, a worried expression on her face.

Harry forced a faint smile back at her, trying to reassure her without
speaking, as Snape had begun his usual droning. \"I\'m fine,\" he dared to
whisper. She raised an eyebrow but turned her attention back to Snape. Harry
looked much more awake now than he had earlier, and Hermione seemed to be
placated by his admission, and let it be.

\"This potion will most definitely be included on your NEWTs,\" Snape
continued, slowly pacing across the front of the room before their tables.
\"I\'d highly advise all of you,\" he paused to level a stern look at Harry,
\"to pay attention.\" Harry, indeed, wasn\'t paying attention, and made a point
of nodding firmly, but minutely, at his teacher.

\"You will need the following ingredients...\" As Snape started in on his
lecture, what little attention of Harry\'s he\'d had soon faded. Harry only
caught a bit of it here and there; he was too busy trying to nonchalantly
cushion his sore bottom. He tried to lean to one side, but Ron looat hat him
like he was going to rip one right there and then, and though the redhead
might have been proud of his daring to do it, he really didn\'t want to get
in trouble for it.

When his efforts seemed not to be going anywhere, he then attempted to
subtly bunch his robes up underneath his arse. He managed to provide himself
with a minimal amount of cushioning, but it wasn\'t enough. Not only was he
sore, but he was also beginning to feel Draco\'s cum ease its way out of his
hole. Harry was eternally grateful for black robes, praying that there still
wouldn\'t be a dark spot if it soaked all the way through.

To be quite honest, it almost felt like he was pissing out of his arse, and
that bloody well wasn\'t a very pleasant sensation. It was starting to puddle
in his boxers and beginning to feel a bit tacky. What he really wanted right
now, was to go clean himself out, or have a nice long sit on the loo. He
sighed quietly to himself, trying his damnedest to lessen the oozing and pay
attention to what Snape was saying at the same time.

He must not have been paying satisfactory attention, because he suddenly
found himself the center of attention for the entire class. The room had
gone quiet and all eyes were focused on him, and that didn\'t feel too good
either. He hoped they didn\'t know what he had been squirming for, and he had
to force himself to look forward once again, to see Snape frowning at him.
\"Am I boring you, Mr. Potter?\"

\"No, sir,\" he replied, wanting to duck his head, but again forcing himself
to look Snape in the eye. If he could only have one Potions lesson without
being embarrassed or singled out, he\'d have done his duty, and could die in
peace, not from said embarrassment. It wasn\'t his fault he had semen
dripping out of his rear end.

Snape continued staring down at him, and with a quick disbelieving squint,
stood to his full height. \"Then I would suggest that you stop squirming in
your seat, and perhaps pay attention to what\'s being taught.\"

\"Yes, sir,\" Harry replied, hating Snape every bit as much as he always had,
and, if possible, just a little bit more. Snape really didn\'t seem to think
he was really going to pay attention, and felt the need to continue speaking
to him. Harry would have been quite content for Snape never to utter another
word at the moment.

\"Unless,\" he started, \"you think you\'re ready to take your Potions NEWTs
today? If so, then by all means, Potter,\" he gestured to the closed door at
the end of cla classroom, \"you can leave.\"

Harry hunched his shoulders slightly, really wanting this day to be over so
he could go take a nice hot shower and go to bed. \"No, sir.\" Snape sniffed
and turned around abruptly to face the other side of the class, satisfied
that he\'d brought the famous Harry Potter down one more notch, and continued
the lesson.

Harry did his best to ignore the wet, squishiness inside of his pants. He
succeeded for only a few moments before his thoughts were dredged back to
his problem once again, focused solely on his crack becoming steadily
slippery. He didn\'t even know his friends had noticed his continued
squirming, and knew he couldn\'t have been doing it for attention. Harry
would have worn his invisibility cloak to Potions every day if he could do
that and still take his NEWTs for the class in the end.

As much as he didn\'t want to admit that he needed his Potions NEWT to apply
for a lot of wizarding jobs he was interested in, he did. Ron felt the same
way, too, but he wasn\'t paying attention to Snape, either; he was more
interested to find out why Harry seemingly had ants crawling up his arse.
Ron was about to ask him just that, trying to take advantage of Snape
leaning down to a Slytherin table, finding a page in Crabbe\'s text, but
Snape turned back to face them, grimacing as he peeled two pages apart that
had been apparently stuck together with pink frosting.

Snape frowned and shook his head at a sheepish looking Crabbe, and then
began his lecture. Harry, oblivious to Ron\'s aborted attempt at
conversation, gave up and raised his hand, hoping like hell he\'d be allowed
to go to the loo. Snape turned around from his desk and, at first, ignored
Harry. He tried not to wave his arm around frantically to try and get Snape
to acknowledge him, and settled wig wiggling his fingers slightly. Snape
looked at him now, and raised an eyebrow before uncrossing his arms and
putting his hands on his hips, looking rather menacing as he glowered down
at Harry.

\"Can I use the lavatory, sir?\" Harry asked, not too loud as to disrupt
anyone else, but when Snape took up these poses, most people were inherently
aware of it anyway, not wanting to have him swoop down on them and criticize
their work.

Snape made a point of stopping the entire class, though, by gathering their
attention with a loud sigh, looking quite put upon at the innocent question.
\"Can\'t it wait until after class, Potter?\" He crossed his arms and let his
eyes bore into Harry\'s. If he hadn\'t had the entire class\' attention when
he\'d first asked his question, he did now.

\"No, sir,\" Harry pleaded. There was a brief moment of silence before Snape
waved his hand negligently in Harry\'s direction as he turned around to
resume what he had been doing. Draco smirked, knowing full well why Harry
wanted to go to the bathroom. He had to sympathize, though; he was starting
to feel a bit crusty himself.

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The remainder of the class was spent with Snape\'s lecture, it seemed to
finally be drawing to a close, he scowled when he was interrupted by the
bell, and knew he had to stop so the students could get to their next class.
Actually, they would all have fallen asleep if it wasn\'t for the detailed
gore that Snape kept describing, relating to whatever he was on about at the
time. There had been a fifteen minute question period, and Harry was
surprised to see more than three hands go up, and he didn\'t think they were
all to ask for a bathroom break.

Even Harry had a question, but it was disjointed and, frankly, rather
stupid. Hermione had shaken her head at him, grinning slightly at him, as
she knew he was just tired. Ron had laughed, along with others, but that had
quelled quite quickly as a muscle in Snape\'s cheek had begun to twitch. He
was clearly annoyed that Harry hadn\'t been really paying attention; he\'d
been paying attention to the best of his ability at the time, but he really
was starting to get sleepy again.

\"Mr. Potter,\" Snape started, in a quiet voice which everyone quieted to
hear. They were almost afraid he was going to start yelling any moment now.
\"That is an irrelevant question, and not to mention utter rubbish. I was
starting to think you had a bigger brain than Weasley, but I was obviously
mistaken.\" Ron frowned at the shot, but wisely stayed quiet, averting his
eyes when Snape slid his glarer tor to him.

On the other side of the room, some of the Slytherins were trying to hold in
laughter, and the ominous silence didn\'t seem to bother them at all. When
Snape turned towards them, having broke out with a few chuckles and a snort,
more laughter bubbled, and no one was watching as Snape advanced to the
first table and slammed his first down hard. \"Mr. Malfoy! Do you think this
is funny?\" Draco immediately stopped chuckling and lowered his gaze,
settling it on Snape\'s fist, knuc tur turning white on it. \"Ten points from
Slytherin,\" he snarled. \"Is *that* funny?\"

\"No, sir,\" Draco said, keeping his voice loud enough to be defiant and stand
up for himself, but not loud enough for Snape to become even more angry.
Snape jerked his hand away and sighed heavily, not even fully aware of why
he\'d snapped like that himself, and his class certainly had no idea. He
leveled another glare at Harry, but turned back to his desk for a moment,
and blindly shuffled some things. A few shuffles interspersed with low
murmurs told Snape that it was safe to continue without too many awkward
glances, and he turned around to finish his lecture.

Harry sighed quietly to himself in relief when the bell rang. He had never
been more happy to be let out of the Potions lab than he was right now.
After Snape\'s outburst, most of the class had kept their eyes on him, not
daring to fool around in any miniscule way at all, and therefore Harry still
hadn\'t noticed the continued glances of his friends trying to catch his
attention.

Snape had whirled around to sit in his chair behind his desk and watched the
students file out of his class room before he could slam the door behind
them. He watched as Potter picked up his school bag and headed for the door,
almost colliding with Malfoy as he made his way towards the threshold. Snape
frowned as they were jostled together from the crowd around them, shoulder
touching shoulder. If he was not mistaken, there was a small glance between
the two, clearly surreptitious on both accounts.

Their classmates had mostly all gone before them, and were filing through
the doorway, and when they came to it themselves, neither seemed to want to
go through first. Never mind that they could walk through it at the same
time, but that proved to brush bodies against one another, even if the
doorway was wide enough for two bodies to go through, especially such lithe
frames as the two boys that had caught Snape\'s eye. They seemed to hastily
press themselves in opposite directions, yet not separating themselves too
far, after their shoulders had brushed.

The few students behind them were trying to edge further ahead, and Snape
could see a group of students clogging up the hall in front of his door;
early birds for his next class. Snape was about to go over and hustle them
out and clear the hall when he was almost astounded to see Draco
nonchalantly decline his head, and Harry lowered his eyes and went first.
This was a most unusual thing to see happening between a pair of Hogwarts
most prominent rivals. Why Malfoy, a Slytherin, would bow in to Potter, of
all the Gryffindors, to go through a door first, of all things, was beyond
him at the moment, and Snape yelled at them to get a move on.

After the last of the Seventh Years had left his room, the few early Fifth
Years had came in, and began setting up their cauldrons to start into their
presentations, some having to brew their potion longer than others. Snape
was impressed with the work they were putting into it, and hacidecided he\'d
give them a good enough grade just for that, even if their abysmal potions
brought that mark down considerably. Yet this new behavior he\'d seen, even
if it was only for that split few seconds in time, wouldn\'t leave Snape\'s
mind. He nodded a greeting to one of the students as he stood up, before
drawing the heavy velvet curtain around his desk, shrouding it in darkness
and at least a bit more privacy.

Snape lit the lamp hanging from the ceiling above his desk with a flick of
his wand, and sat back in his chair, elbows on the arm rests, his fingers
steepled together as he continued with his thoughts. He leaned forward to
open the drawer he\'d placed the small tube the other day, and he picked it
up gently, squinting his eyes at it, as if that would tell him who exactly
it belonged to. No matter if that couldn\'t, though, as he had the time and
the potion already produced that would tell him.

Picking up his wand again, Snape summoned said potion from a table to the
side, and it landed in the palm of his other hand softly. He set it down, as
well as his wand, and picked up the test tube. Snape wiggled the stopper out
of the end, and let the contents ooze out, and fall with a small \'bloop\'
into the waiting potion. He picked up the jar and swirled the contents,
mixing the sample into the blood red liquid. Severus watched as black lines
started to spread from the center of the sample, and twist and turn, curl
and coil, until they formed themselves into words before his very eyes. No,
it couldn\'t be him, could it?

Well, he shouldn\'t have been surprised, really. The fact that Harry Potter
would have had the audacity to shag in his classroom, but against his desk?
It was at the top of the list for a personal slight against someone, and he
knew very well that he and the Boy Who Lived were not the best of friends.
His lip curled at the thought, and Severus turned a menacing glare at the
evidence. He vowed to take as many points as he could from Gryffindor
without being too suspicious, for Potter\'s childish behavior.

Snape picked up the jar again, and swirled it, waiting for the second name
to come up. He must have waited at least a minute, and still nothing. The
black lines were twisted up, and not unraveling to reveal a second DNA
owner. If Potter was alone, he had obviously caught most of his semen, and
only hastily wiped the rest off Snape\'s desk. Snape frowned at that thought;
why in the world would Potter be having a wank against the side of his desk?
Unless... he really wasn\'t alone.

He was not interested, at all, in the trajectory of any of Potter\'s bodily
fluids, but as Snape was determined to find out why the boy had been in his
office space, he had to contemplate that sickening image. As much as it was
equally another subject he had n wan wanted to contemplate, Potter must have
been with a partner, and that partner would have to have been male. Add to
that, the odd scene he\'d witness just a few minutes ago, and Snape was again
astounded to see connections lighting up in his mind left and right.

Getting up from out of his chair, he put the potions away, and was intent on
throwing back the curtain and visiting the little insect when a thought
suddenly stopped him as it appeared in his head. Why, if Potter wasn\'t the
only one involved, he should be at least fair about point deductions. He
would have to find out who the other participant was in the situation. He
let a cruel smile stretch his lips as he made a few quick notes on a bit of
parchment. A potion could be made, but it might not have a great chance of
telling him much, especially if all traces were gone from Potter\'s system
before Severus could put the next potion into action.

It would take a few days to complete, but it was one way to find things out.
Merlin knew he was not about to go asking his students about their dirty
little sex lives. Snape turned away from his desk again and sneered at thpotipotion before locking the cupboard he\'d placed it inside. Until he found out
for sure who Potter\'s conspirator was, though he had his suspicions, he
could thoroughly enjoy making Potter\'s young life a living hell.

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