What the Devil Wants
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
46,034
Reviews:
352
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Willing Vessel
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Quietly Harry began packing his things away, just managing to stifle a yawn as he closed his blue velvet diary and slid it safely into the concealed pocket of his satchel. The entire lesson had been strained and despite having achieved very little, Harry was as tired as hell. Snape hadn’t acknowledged Harry once during the entire lesson. The elder wizard had even purposefully shifted his armchair around in the center of the semi circle so that he had his back to Harry. It was almost as if Snape was pretending Harry didn’t exist, and quite frankly trying to get the elder wizards attention just for some recognition of his homework had taken more effort than an entire Quidditch match. Harry was exhausted and sighed heavily as he dragged himself up out of his chair and went to follow his classmates back through the fireplace.
“You should pursue someone your own age Potter.” Harry froze on the stone fire surround as Snape’s icy cold voice addressed him from behind. Glancing over his shoulder away from the heat of the fire, Harry watched as Snape bent over to pick up the bundle of homework papers he’d collected during the lesson. Feeling already irritable with having been ignored all evening, Harry was in no mood to pander to Snape’s sharp remarks and so snorted indignantly at the elder wizard’s comment.
“Age wasn’t a specification in your homework task.” Harry turned around and defiantly folded his arms across his chest. “Besides, a kiss is just a kiss I’d hardly call it pursuit of a relationship.” Harry flippantly shrugged his shoulders, unaware of Snape’s darkening expression as the man stared at him from across the room. “If you didn’t want me doing these sorts of things, you should be more careful what homework you assign me in the future.” Harry glanced at the blackboard and smirked widely as he gestured at Snape’s own handwriting on the board. “But it seems judging from this weeks task, you’re itching for a blow job.”
Harry didn’t see Snape reaching into his cloak for his wand before it was too late, a streak of sliver shot through the air and hit Harry square in the chest paralyzing him and ripping him across the room and over to dangle precariously in front of Snape in the center of the classroom. Harry’s eyes, flickered wildly in fear as Snape pressed the hot tip of his wand to Harry’s neck, where the only movement was the slight rise and fall of the boys adam’s apple.
“Consider this your only warning Potter,” Snape’s voice had lowered to a deadly whisper, the man’s face dangerously close to Harry who despite fighting hardly moved an inch in the tight curse wrapped around his body. “Do not push me, the things I can do to you with a single flick of this wand, would douse the flames in even Dumbledore’s eyes.” For emphasis Snape pushed the wand hard into Harry’s throat making the boy unable to breath. The panic that rose in Harry instantly was terrifying, but with a barely perceptible flick of his wand, Snape had release Harry and the boy had fallen into a gasping, slack heap at the man’s feet. Snape sneered in disgust down at Harry who struggled to scramble away from the elder wizard. “If you wish to remain in this class Mr. Potter I suggest you find a more suitable candidate for your experimentations or at least a willing vessel with which you can complete your homework. As I am neither suitable nor willing, perhaps you will heed my suggestion of seeking out one such person who embodies your current needs.” Harry watched as Snape tore a small corner of parchment from his own notebook and quickly scrawled a name on it before tossing it down at Harry, as he continued to gather his belongings. Harry glanced at the name, his eyes widening in shock as he stared at Snape. “Yes, while I am generally apposed to whoring yourself like common trash, he does have his uses and he enjoys cock. Which in some ways makes him more like his father than he’s probably truly aware of.” Harry swallowed nervously as he glanced at the name on the corner of parchment again. “Now if we’ve finished, can you manage to vacate this room, so I may do the same.” Hurriedly Harry scrambled to his feet, and having grabbed his bag, practically leapt through the fireplace back into the Gryfindor common room, the corner of parchment still clasped firmly in his hand.
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TBC>>>>>>
A/N Lick and stick people, lick & stick..........*Shrugs* I am hopelessly in love with Snape, there I admit it and bum to anyone who dares to mock me.....*thinks she should have phrased that better*
Anyway, thanks to my reviewers, yes alas I'm a cliffy queen but that's the risk you take when reading my work.
Cheers
RIFFRAFF
PS:- I like homework too. *grins*
Quietly Harry began packing his things away, just managing to stifle a yawn as he closed his blue velvet diary and slid it safely into the concealed pocket of his satchel. The entire lesson had been strained and despite having achieved very little, Harry was as tired as hell. Snape hadn’t acknowledged Harry once during the entire lesson. The elder wizard had even purposefully shifted his armchair around in the center of the semi circle so that he had his back to Harry. It was almost as if Snape was pretending Harry didn’t exist, and quite frankly trying to get the elder wizards attention just for some recognition of his homework had taken more effort than an entire Quidditch match. Harry was exhausted and sighed heavily as he dragged himself up out of his chair and went to follow his classmates back through the fireplace.
“You should pursue someone your own age Potter.” Harry froze on the stone fire surround as Snape’s icy cold voice addressed him from behind. Glancing over his shoulder away from the heat of the fire, Harry watched as Snape bent over to pick up the bundle of homework papers he’d collected during the lesson. Feeling already irritable with having been ignored all evening, Harry was in no mood to pander to Snape’s sharp remarks and so snorted indignantly at the elder wizard’s comment.
“Age wasn’t a specification in your homework task.” Harry turned around and defiantly folded his arms across his chest. “Besides, a kiss is just a kiss I’d hardly call it pursuit of a relationship.” Harry flippantly shrugged his shoulders, unaware of Snape’s darkening expression as the man stared at him from across the room. “If you didn’t want me doing these sorts of things, you should be more careful what homework you assign me in the future.” Harry glanced at the blackboard and smirked widely as he gestured at Snape’s own handwriting on the board. “But it seems judging from this weeks task, you’re itching for a blow job.”
Harry didn’t see Snape reaching into his cloak for his wand before it was too late, a streak of sliver shot through the air and hit Harry square in the chest paralyzing him and ripping him across the room and over to dangle precariously in front of Snape in the center of the classroom. Harry’s eyes, flickered wildly in fear as Snape pressed the hot tip of his wand to Harry’s neck, where the only movement was the slight rise and fall of the boys adam’s apple.
“Consider this your only warning Potter,” Snape’s voice had lowered to a deadly whisper, the man’s face dangerously close to Harry who despite fighting hardly moved an inch in the tight curse wrapped around his body. “Do not push me, the things I can do to you with a single flick of this wand, would douse the flames in even Dumbledore’s eyes.” For emphasis Snape pushed the wand hard into Harry’s throat making the boy unable to breath. The panic that rose in Harry instantly was terrifying, but with a barely perceptible flick of his wand, Snape had release Harry and the boy had fallen into a gasping, slack heap at the man’s feet. Snape sneered in disgust down at Harry who struggled to scramble away from the elder wizard. “If you wish to remain in this class Mr. Potter I suggest you find a more suitable candidate for your experimentations or at least a willing vessel with which you can complete your homework. As I am neither suitable nor willing, perhaps you will heed my suggestion of seeking out one such person who embodies your current needs.” Harry watched as Snape tore a small corner of parchment from his own notebook and quickly scrawled a name on it before tossing it down at Harry, as he continued to gather his belongings. Harry glanced at the name, his eyes widening in shock as he stared at Snape. “Yes, while I am generally apposed to whoring yourself like common trash, he does have his uses and he enjoys cock. Which in some ways makes him more like his father than he’s probably truly aware of.” Harry swallowed nervously as he glanced at the name on the corner of parchment again. “Now if we’ve finished, can you manage to vacate this room, so I may do the same.” Hurriedly Harry scrambled to his feet, and having grabbed his bag, practically leapt through the fireplace back into the Gryfindor common room, the corner of parchment still clasped firmly in his hand.
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TBC>>>>>>
A/N Lick and stick people, lick & stick..........*Shrugs* I am hopelessly in love with Snape, there I admit it and bum to anyone who dares to mock me.....*thinks she should have phrased that better*
Anyway, thanks to my reviewers, yes alas I'm a cliffy queen but that's the risk you take when reading my work.
Cheers
RIFFRAFF
PS:- I like homework too. *grins*