Extreme Seduction

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Chr 9&r 9 : The potion’s class 2

 

 

Harry’s head was still
spinning and buzzing when he opened his eyes and met the most beautiful irises
he had ever seen. Irises oddly hot for such a cold colour. Several boys and
their professor were still pushing at each other, but Harry was looking at just
one. He was his sunshine, his sliver of light in the darkness of the room.
Harry's heart was beating in his tight chest, just for him. Tears were at the
edge of his eyes as he saw such magnificence before him. He was in heaven.

 

Everyone in the class was
still now and they were looking at Harry -- whose heart was near to bursting
with happiness -- stood up, grabbed the boy he loved and kissed him. There were
yells of horror, disgust and shock, but Harry didn’t hear any of them. He was
only aware of the boy who was responding to his kiss eagerly. His love was
devouring his mouth completely. It was all so intoxicating.

 

Harry felt himself being
pushed away by a strong arm and the Potions Master screamed with rage at his student,
“He’s mine! Do you hear me? Harry is mine!”

 

Harry looked at the man
quickly before gazing again at his heart’s desire. The raven-haired boy was
thinking that the professor was totally crazy. He belonged to his love, not to
Snape. Never to Snape.

 

Ron was beyond furious and
disgusted as well by his teacher’s evil plan. It was pathetic and Harry was
paying the consequences. When they could give him the antidote and his friend’s
mind returned to normal, he'd be furious, too.

 

Horrified, Hermione felt guilty
for not having been more insistent at the beginning of the class in telling
everything to Dumbledore. It would have been quite simple and none of this
would have happened. Tears in her eyes, she bit at her lips, very angry with
herself.

 

Murmurs and protests were
echoing in the class and the rest of the students were beginning to complain.
Snape had done bad things before, but now he had exceeded the limits.

 

“Silence,” hissed the man,
livid. “Potter, come with me. We are going to the Headmaster’s office. Miss
Granger will look after the class.”

 

“Yes, Professor,” replied
Hermione, still upset.

 

Harry didn’t want to leave
his love. He wanted to be with him always, to follow him everywhere, to be in
his arms again and forever. He was madly in love with the student. And he could
say that this fellow was in love, too. He was looking at him with intense
desire and was licking his swollen lips. Harry’s heart jolted and he smiled in
total blissful. His love wanted him as well. As he left the classroom, he swore
to himself that he’ll find the boy and offer him, his heart, soul and body.

 

 

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As he made his way towards
Dumbledore’s office, Severus was grumbling against himself. What will he do now? Not only he was in
trouble now, but the worst was that his Harry was in love with this other
person. ‘But it’s an artificial passion,’ the man said to himself. ‘Not a true
love, like I feel for him. With the antidote, there will be no false feelings
anymore, no desire.’

 

However, it had been hard
for Severus to see his love kissing another person. His heart sank once more as
he recalled that horrible sight and now, he tried to push that memory away
forever. He had no one to blame, it had been his fault after all. If he had
been just a little more patient or perhaps instead more passionate with the boy
-- to seduce him and steal his heart forever. Severus was sad and hurt. For the
first time in many years, he wanted to cry.

 

It had not been a perfect
plan at all. He had to confess he had thought only with his prick and not with
his head, and now he had to pay the price of his own stupidity. If Dumbledore
didn't dismiss him, he swore he would try to control himself and his desire for
the Gryffindor. As hard as it would be, he would try. Plus, he’d prepare the
antidote of the love potion as fast as he could so that Harry would not have
the time to cheat on him.

 

“Melting milk chocolate
with whole nuts and almonds caramelized,” the man said and the stone gargoyle
slid open.

 

As they stepped onto the
foot of the spiral staircase, this one moved slowly upwards, taking them to the
Headmaster's office. Severus breathed deeply as he knocked on the door.

 

“Enter,” replied the
Headmaster’s voice.

 

The professor opened the
door and stepped forwards, Harry at his heels.

 

“Severus,” the old man said
worriedly. “Has something happened?”

 

“Headmaster, I’ve done...
something wrong,” he confessed. “I was teaching my students how to prepare a
love potion and...”

 

“But Severus, love potions
aren't in the curriculum,” he protested cutting the man in.

 

“I know Headmaster, but I
figured this potion wouldn't interfere with that. We are even ahead of schedule
in terms of the curriculum, so I though everyone would be happy to learn this
different potion and I chose Mister Potter for testing his work, and...”

 

“I see Severus,” he cut in
for a second time. “Harry, can you wait for a moment outside please? I’d like
to say someting to Professor Snape in private.”

 

Harry looked at Dumbledore
then at Snape and returned his gaze to the old man as he nodded in agreement.
He left the office and waited outside the door. Apparently, the two men were
speaking with low voices, because Harry could only hear snatches of
conversation like ‘total irresponsability’, ‘Harry’s attraction’, ‘control of
yourself’, ‘danger for Harry’, ‘antidote’, ‘excellent Potions Master’,
‘dismiss’, and ‘the next time’.

 

After ten minutes, Snape
rejoined his student and said not a single word as they returned to the
dungeons. Harry cosee see that his teacher was ashamed, but relieved.

 

They continued their way in
silence until they arrived at the dark corridors of the dungeons. Snape stopped
Harry, putting a hand on his shoulder.

 

“I’m sorry, Harry. I’ll
make the antidote for you, but you have to promise me one thing.”

 

He looked at Harry very
seriously. Hands clenched, he was almost trembling when he added, “You have to
promise me not to opproach the boys who are lusting after you, especially
Misters Malfoy, Finnegan and Thomas. They are dangerous. Do you understand,
Harry?”

 

“But...”

 

“There are no buts!”

 

“But...”

 

“Do I make myself clear Mister
Potter?”

 

Harry watched his professor
closely, his eyes wide open and he nodded slowly. He had no intention of
staying away from his love, but he knew it was not in his best interests to say
so to the older man.

 

 

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“Harry, are you sure you’re
all right?” he heard Hermione ask.

 

“Of course, ‘Mione,” he
replied softly.

 

“I’ve asked five times if
you could hand me the salt. And you’re not eating anything.”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Hermione,”
Harry apologized as he picked up the salt for the young woman.

 

“Thank you, Harry.” As she
saw her friend drift off once more as if to another planet, she added, “You
mustn't think about him again. Keep in mind that you’re NOT really in love with
him.”

 

“I know,” he replied, but
he couldn’t stop himself from devouring the boy with his eyes. He was so
beautiful.

 

“Fortunately, we don't have
any classes with him this afternoon, Harry.” Ron smiled as he spoke.

 

“I know,” answered Harry,
depressed.

 

“I’ don't have class with
you either,” added Hermione. “I’ve Arithmancy and Magical Medical Care, and
you?”

 

“We’ve Wandless lessons and
Dueling class,” replied Ron with a grin. It was two of his favourite subjects.
“Besides, we need to go now. Come on. Let’s go, Harry.”

 

Harry stood up and began to
walk like he was in a dream towards the exit with Ron. ‘Maybe tonight I could
give myself to my love,’ he thought quietly to himself, as bright silvery-grey
eyes haunted him.

 

During lunch, the
raven-haired boy had been unaware of black eyes watching him drool over the
young Slytherin and the man who belonged to those intense eyes scowled at the
blond headed boy with intense jealousy.

 

 

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Harry was proud of himself. He had
managed to pay some attention in the classes he had that afternoon, without
being mesmerized too much by the image of the boy he loved. And now, he was
following his two best fri tow towards the Great Hall for dinner. He was
silent, but tried listening to the conversation between Ron and Hermione,
without a great amount of success. Without any more classes to attend, his mind
returned again to his more romantic thoughts. ‘Where is he now?’ he wondered
dreamily. ‘Perhaps, he will be coming to the Great Hall, too.’ He sighed in
delight. ‘I’ll be able to see him once more.’

 

As he turned a corner, Harry saw his love
coming from his right. He stopped walking and looked intently at the boy. Too
engrossed in their talking, Hermione and Ron did not see that their friend
wasn't following them anymore and they continued on their way.

 

Draco Malfoy was alone and ... beautiful.
Harry took a deep breath and felt a hand grab at his arm. Then his body was
leaning against the other and burning, silvery eyes were gazing into his own.
The raven-haired boy was literally mesmerized.

 

“Did you miss me this afternoon, Harry?”
asked the blond, pressing his erection against the Gryffindor’s.

 

“Oh, yes. So much.”

 

Harry slid his arms around the
Slytherin’s neck; who in turn took the young man’s lips avidly. They kissed
violently as if they wodie die if they couldn’t taste each other. Their
breathing became incredibly noisy as their passion increased. Their eager hands
were everywhere on their two hot bodies and they were thrusting their hips in a
fast rhythm, causing hot erections to rub together.

 

As they were devouring each
other, they vaguely heard a girl’s scream, followed by a boy’s disgusted swear
word and then a yell of rage in a man’s voice.

 

Professor Snape, who was
looking as if he wanted to kill the boys, abruptly separated Draco and Harry.
His breathing was loud too, but not with desire, instead it was caused by his
fury. He was trying visibly to regain control over himself, but the look on his
face was still frightening. He was very red, a vein flickered convulsively on
his temple, he had his teeth clenched and his eyes were bloodshot.

 

Harry looked behind the
professor, in search of some help and saw Hermione and Ron standing petrified
in horror, looking at their friend in total disbelief.

 

“What were you thinking,
Malfoy? What were you doing with MY Harry? Do you know I could kill you for
that?”

 

“Professor,” interrupted
Hermione as she realized the imminent danger. “I think...”

 

“ou rou realize Malfoy,
that I could make you regret you were ever born? Do you...”

 

“Professor Snape,” the
young woman tried again. “I could go and fetch Professor Dumbledore if you want.”

 

As she placed emphasis on
the Headmaster’s name, it seemed to calm the Potions Master somewhat. He took
several deep breaths and turned his head towards the girl.

 

“No, thank you, Miss
Granger,” he hissed with anger and contempt. He took several deep breaths again
and faced towards Harry. He added, his teeth still clenched, “Mister Potter, I
needed to see you ,anyway. I’ve done your antidote and it’s better for you -- ‘and for me,’ he thought, angrily -– to
drink it now.”

 

“No!” a voice yelled. It
was Draco.

 

Snape stepped towards the
boy, who withdrew afraid and Hermione’s voice echoed again in the corridors,
“Professor!”

 

Snape stopped and he
screamed at his student. “Out of my sight! Immediately!”

 

Draco glanced at Harry in
regret. ‘I’ll have him, love potion or not,’ he thought as he left the corridor
towards the Great Hall

 

Several deep breaths later, Snape continued to Harry.

 

“Then, follow me now.”

 

“Professor?”

 

“What now, Miss Granger?” spat the teacher, exasperated.

 

“Ron and I will accompany Harry.”

 

Snape glared and approached
nearer to the young girl. “What are you trying to insinuate, Miss Granger? That
you have no confidence in your Potions professor? That I would rape Mister
Potter while no one is watching? That...”

 

“Yes! You wanted to last
Saturday!” spat Ron as he saw his girlfriend withdraw in fright.

 

“Detention, Mister Weasley
and for you too, Miss Granger. With Filch. Plus, 100 points from Gryffindor.”

 

He turned his head to Harry
and hissed, “Come along, Potter. I won’t tell you for a third time.”

 

Harry jumped and followed.

 

“Professor, we can...,”
whispered a brave Hermione, who stopped talking when she saw Snape’s look. Like
a little earlier, he seemed ready to kill.

 

“Do you want a year of
detention Granger, 1000 points from your house or a ... zero in Potions?”

 

It was Hermione’s turn to
jump. Tears were in her eyes, but she continued, “We can’t let Harry go alone
with you and ...”

 

“No, Hermione,” said Harry
finally. “I’ll go. Don’t worry.”

 

“But Harry... ,” whispered
the girl desperately.

 

Harry winked at her and
tapped his pocket, which was hiding his wand. This time, he wouldn’t hesitate
to use it, if the occasion warranted it. Hermione understood, as well as did
Ron, but they were worried nevertheless.

 

The raven-haired boy walked
towards the dungeons with his teacher. He didn’t think Professor Snape would
attempt anything against him. ‘With the threat of Dumbledore’s dismissal, it is
surely safer for me n he he tried to reassure himself.

 

“Enter, Potter.”

 

The boy stepped forward
into Snape’s office and took the vial his Potions Master handed him. He drank
the cold liquid quickly, then swayed. His head was spinning. He felt dizzy once
more.

 

Just when he thought he was
about to fall down, he felt two strong arms winding around his waist helping
him stay upright and he felt a warm chest against his. The boy took deep
breaths to try and push the giddy
feeling away.

 

 

Severus was confused... and
disturbed. Harry’s body was so tender, so warm, so smooth. And his scent...
intoxicating. He recalled that the young boy tasted delightful and he wanted to
have another taste. He wanted to lick the young body held tight against his
own. He wanted to caress that soft skin forever. It was so hard to keep control
over himself, that it was driving him insane. He thought about Dumbledore and
his job briefly in that moment, but he felt they were the least of his worries.
He needed love so much. He needed this boy so much.

 

“Harry, you hurt me
earlier,” he whispered into his student’s ear.

 

Unable to control himself
any longer, he nibbled the young man's lobe softly. Harry quivered, but did not
move.

 

“It was the potion,” he
replied in a tired voice. “I hate Malfoy.”

 

Severus grinned and
tightened the embrace slightly.

 

“I'm the Slytherin you
love. Me, Harry.”

 

“When I think about the
times that I’ve kissed him...”

 

“Never again, you’re mine.”

 

“... I’m disgusted... I’ve
always hated him.”

 

Smiling again, Snape was in
heaven. His Harry, his love loathed Draco. He stroked the messy hair tenderly,
tilting Harry’s head on his pale neck.

 

“He took unfair advantage
of the situation. I love you.”

 

“I didn’t want to do any of
that. It was stronger than me.”

 

“I want to be the only one
to taste you. Your only one.”

 

“I could not control
myself. He was like water in the desert.”

 

“Now, I am your source. You
can drink of me whenever you want.”

 

“With light around him.”

 

“I’ll light your days...
and your nights.”

 

“I couldn’t help myself to
not touch him.”

 

“I was so jealous. I wanted
you to drool over me. To touch me.”

 

“And to kiss him.”

 

“Oh yes, kiss me.”

 

“I wanted to... what?”
asked Harry, completely stunned.

 

“Want to, yes, of course
love, I want to.”

 

“I think...”

 

“Don’t think! Just act!”

 

“But...”

 

“Don't you remember your
words to me, Harry?”

 

“What words?”

 

“I want to make you scream in pure ecstasy. So... make me scream.”