Secus Erubesco

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Warning: This story contains Slash (male/male sex). If you are not comfortable with that, you can turn back now. If you chose to read despite this, please do not flame us, you have been warned.

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We set the challenge; we ought to write our own response. Now please remember that we are sweet innocent young ladies and therefore our delicate fingers cannot be. . . Who are you trying to kid Ehlaana? Neither our fingers, nor our minds are delicate. I\'m quite sure all of WIKTT knows this. Besides, you know everyone loves... Lily that\'s enough of that... It most certainly is not! You know exactly where this story is going. There\'s no point in - Mprf! - ...

On with the show....

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Friday morning, and double potions; the headmaster\'s not so brilliant idea of fostering co-operation between house, for all concerned the morning could replace the 9h level of Dante’s inferno. For Professor Severus Snape, this hell had obtained an entirely new definition, whilst most of the students remained blithering idiots unable to find their own wands without detailed instructions in words of one syllable or less, a wizarding map, and in some cases nailing it to their heads; one student however, Neville Longbottom to be exact, was the pinnacle of idiot students. Fortunately one student had blossomed over summer into a veritable earth goddess, with brains. Still, he was the teacher and they were his responsibility till noon.

\"Potions is an exact science, something I doubt any of you would understand,\" Severus had been known to say, one more than one occasion - actually 1,256 according to Hene Gne Granger - but who\'s counting. \"It requires attention to detail, patience, and above all, a clear head, which of course leaves out Mr. Longbottom.\"

\"As you will notice today, rather than actually brewing the potion yourself, I will be demonstrating. Wiktteria Evolutus is required to be taken by all 6th and 7th year students prior to the Valentine Season, for your and the teachers\' protection.\" Wiktteria Evolutus, the potion under construction was used by Headmasters to identify students with the propensity to want to kiss the teacher. Given the ministry\'s tendency to sack first and ask questions later, this potion had in the past saved a number of teachers\' careers.

The potion itself was sufficiently powerful that during preparation, the potion would glow a brilliant red if any student nearby had desires for the staff member brewing the potion; thus Severus brewed it, after all what student would want Severus. The students got to watch though, and hopefully learn. A vain hope, but a hope nonetheless.

Hermione, eager to watch Professor Snape in action had researched the potion thoroughly when it beenbeen announced that they would have a chance to observe its preparation; she had waxed lyrical about it to all and sundry. Unfortunately, one listener had a terrible secret. That individual had watched with growing horror as the potion neared completeness. Still, a plan existed. Surreptitiously tossing a handful of lavender powder into the air was the distraction phase, and it worked beautifully.

As Severus was about to add the last, vital ingredient, Hermione Granger sneezed. Not a neat, small, lady like sneeze, no this one was like Mount Vesuvius, great gusts of nasal spray went about like the bubbles of a lava lamp. Her sneeze was powerful enough to blow open the front of her robe, exposing a long, sweet track of décolletage. Snape, startled by the sneeze looked up and froze. Neville, in an attempt to protect his secret, took this moment to switch the blue-tongued lizard tails for red ones. Severus, his mind fixed on the view, didn\'t notice the change in the colour of the ingredients; the result was spectacular.

The classroom was stunned, so in fact were the students. Professor Snape, Potions Master Extraordinaire had apparently made a mistake. The potion solidified, a red paste exploding through the air and in one of those rare coincidences, driven by creative muse, the paste missed everyone in the room, with the exception of Hermione Granger; she was literally plastered in the thick red paste. Professor Snape, by dint of intelligence, a phenomenal knowledge of potions and salves, and an unfortunate belief that Fate was a Bitch with PMT realized that what had covered Miss Granger was Secus Erubesco; a salve that lowered inhibitions for certain liaisons lower than a Slytherin’s belly.

Without even bothering to observe what else could go wrong in the classroom, Professor Snape scooped up the girl, running for his bathroom; the closest available body of water. He had to get Miss Granger out of her robes, and any residue of the salve removed from her body before too much could be absorbed. \"Don\'t touch anything,\" he yelled as he raced out the classroom and down the corridor.

Now Severus felt safe carrying Miss Granger for the same reason he was considered safe to brew the Wiktteria Evolutus; Secus Erubesco, whilst it lowered inhibitions, required a level of feeling be present or it would have no effect. It was that reason that he was removing Miss Granger from the danger he perceived Mr. Potter, or Mr. Weasley to be. Still he was exceedingly careful to make sure none of the salve touched him, he was a man after all, and Miss Granger was pleasant to look at and more important, was intelligent as well; an erotic combination, beauty and brains.

\"I love Gryffindors\", Severus muttered low as he approached the wards that protected his private domain.

\"Really,\" the girl in his arms said archly, snuggling closer. \"I kind of like snakes myself,\" she purred as her hand tried to slip beneath his collar.

Warning bells sounded, but he was rather distracted by a touch the likes of which he hadn\'t felt in many years. \"Miss Granger, would you please not do that,” he attempted to snarl, as he stepped over the threshold and into his domain.


“No,” was her reply as she succeeded in getting her hand under his collar, “you are a bit hot, Professor.” She wasn’t actually referring to his body temperature. Worse, all his care in avoiding the salve was for naught, her fingertips, coated with the salve, were massaging it directly into the pulse points of his neck.


Professor Snape\'s personal quarters were as much a contradiction as the man himself, the sitting room was warm and inviting, a cheerful fire burned and the scent of sandalwood filled the air. His nose detected the slight tang of lemon on the air; his bath had been run. Thanking house-elves in general, and the ones who kept the dungeons in particular, he walked toward the bathroom. One ritual, which had helped him cope with Voldemort, Dumbledore, the Weasley twins, and now the Golden Trio, was the Bath.

Now very few people actually appreciate the Potion Master\'s art, mainly because very few people get to bathe with a Potion Master. The cleaning of the skin should be a pleasant, almost sexual experience, one that with the right blend of herbs, spices and fruits, can lead the bather to experience Nirvana. For Severus Snape, seen as \'the greasy git bat from hell\', the bath took the place of the friendly gestures others took for granted. His bathing chamber was softly lit, with its own warming fire in the grate. Towels that looked sinfully deca hun hung from silver hooks on the wall, and a magical book holder was suspended in mid air over the room’s centerpiece. A claw bath large enough to accommodate the long, lean frame of Severus Snape, and deep enough to sink a hippogriff sat in the middle of the room. The bath itself was filled with scented water and almost overflowing with pale coloured bubbles.


Hermione Granger, her clothes disappearing with a wandless flick of the eyebrows was soon deposited in Severus\' safe haven. As soon as she hit the water he was stepping away, resisting with all his formidable mental strength the effect he she slave was having on his person.


Seeing Severus stepping back from the edge of the bath, trying vainly to fix his attention on something other than the bubble coated nymph in his bath. Hermione, relaxing into the sweet, deep water gazed up at the frozen Professor. \"Want to see something special?\" she asked leaning forward, her neck risin fro from the water like Bottechelli\'s Venus, \"Sir?\"

To Severus, Hermione\'s eyes where as dangerous as the Basilisk, freezing him in place, hardening him. Unable to tear his gaze from that point six inches from her nose he failed to see Hermione\'s attack. Hermione grabbed at the hem of his robes and pulled with all her not so inconsiderable might. Severus, unprepared for such an attack fell forward, his face landing in manna from heaven. \"Miss Granger\" He intoned into that delightful space, \"we can not do this.\"

\"I think we can,\" she said as she felt Severus\' hair fan out across the top of the water, strange it wasn\'t as greasy as she\'s always believed. It was fine, soft and was doing the most delightful things to her nipples. That, in synergy with the Secus Erubesco, led Hermione to an irresistible urge to toast the Potions Master with champagne; wandless, she still managed to conjure her desire. Looking at the bottle in hand she giggled at Severus, \"Bubbly, Bubbly, I\'m in Troubly\".


Professor Snape, well aware of what the salve was doing to both the girl, and himself, simply said, \"No, Miss Granger, I fear that the correct phrase you should use for a situation such as this is, ‘Is this a dagger which I see before me?’ For which the answer is no.”


“I can fix that,” Hermione replied, disappointed at the fact he had pulled away from her, wandlessly removed his clothing as quickly as he had hers. “Miss Granger,” he said, sounding scandalized, “What exactly are you doing? I have a class to teach.”

“Not anymore,” Hermione said, looking over the naked form of Professor Snape. She knew his history as a Death Eater, but the proof upon his skin made her want to reach out and kiss each and every scar. Normally she would have held that desire in check, but the salve had stripped away more than her inhibitions. Her lips gently caressed the scar that ran from the nape of his neck down his breastbone; she traced the scar to the tip of his nipple and then drew it lovingly into heuth.uth. Severus, his body held still by sheer force of will, could not believe the magic she was working.

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Meanwhile the classroom was chaos incarnate, the look of fear that had briefly crossed Professor Snape\'s face was enough to suggest that the goop was dangerous; Draco was the first to conjure a glove, seconds before Harry\'s hand was also covered. The students were about to find out how dangerous the salve was, just not in the way they would have liked. Thinking that the goop was going to burn or severely injure the other, both Draco and Harry lobbed the paste at each other, it landed with a splat mid-forehead on each of them. In fencing the term was \'a mutual touch\', what they didn\'t expect was that\'s exactly what the goop would cause. A mutual need to touch each other.


It took only moments for the potion to take effect, as it had direct contact with their skin. The class stared on in bewildered amusement as tho boo boys approached each other, their lips interlocking delicately, yet hungrily. Ron, ever the good friend, and completely clueless as to the full properties of the slave ran off to find Professor Snape.


Ron made his way through Snape’s personal chambers, and stopped at the door to the bathroom. Two voices could be heard through the door. Ron cautiously opened the door; unsure of the sight he would meet. What he did see should have scarred him for life, or at the very least surprised him. However, he was quite happy with the sight before him. It was about time his best friend got what she wanted.

Needing to announce himself in order to save his friend from the certain doom of Draco Malfoy’s lips, Ron cleared his throat and jokingly said, “Hermione, don\'t you realize you shouldn\'t play with another wizard\'s wand?\" He chuckled.

Hermione looked up dazed, \"Huh?\" she looked down to see her hand grasped firmly around Severus erection, \"Oh? Sorry you had to see that Ron,\" she replied, her hand guiltily sliding off his erection.

\"Frankly, Hermione, I don\'t give a damn,” he said, “However, Professor Snape, you are needed in the classroom immediately. Draco and Harry bombarded each other with the salve and now they\'re snogging like mad on your desk.\" Only a slight exaggeration, but Ron was sure it would be enough to save his friend. Of course, in the time since Ron had left the classroom the slight exaggeration was now a slight understatement.


\"As you wish, Mr. Weasley,\" Severus replied, rising out of the tub and bending down to kiss Hermione, \"I\'ll be back, just don\'t move.\" Upon seeing his Potions Professor’s nude form Ron blushed before promptly turning green (with envy) wishing he were that well equipped. Severus magicked his robes back on and followed the ever-colour-changing Ron Weasley to the potions room.

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They could not have possibly had better timing. Ron and Professor Snape entered the classroom to see a flushed Harry and Draco writhing on Snape’s desk, Draco attempting to pull off Harry’s shirt, while the class looked on eagerly. It was by far the most interesting sight anyone had ever seen at Hogwart’s, The Boy Who Lived snogging (and on the way to much more) with the son of a Death Eater. Though many did not know that Lucius Malfoy was a Death Eater, they did know that he was quite a powerful and prejudiced wizard; one who would most definitely not approve of the scene unfolding before their eyes.

Snape stood there for a moment, transfixed in abject horror, before pulling the two boys apart. “Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, if you would follow me. I will see to it that you get cleaned up, and receive the antidote.” There was no antidote, they would have to ride out the effects of the potion, but he would make sure that it was behind closed doors. There was no need for his students to become voyeurs, and he didn’t need to feed their hunger for speculation any more than necessary. To the rest of the class, Professor Snape stated, “Class is dismissed. I expect twelve inches on Wiktteria Evolutus, its properties and uses, on Monday. Mr. Weasley, that includes you.” Ron huffed indignantly and the class groaned and headed out of the dungeon classroom, as Severus led the two boys to his guest room.

Upon reaching the room he conjured two washrags and told the boys to clean off the salve. They did as told, and once finished, Severus magicked the dirty rags away. Without saying anything further he left the boys in the room, warding the door to open only upon the effects of the potion wearing off.

The two boys looked at each other, the passion of Secus Erubesco still coursing through their veins. The salve acted as sort of a wizard’s Viagra; increasing the passion between two willing partners. Unlike the muggle medication, it worked for both sexes, and if used properly, in the bedroom, rather than in front of a classroom full of students, would not cause embarrassing side effects, such as anctioction that just won’t go away. It was a mild lust potion; however, it could not force anything that wasn’t already there, whether realized or not.

It did not take long after Professor Snape’s exit for the two boys to sprawl across the bed and return to the hungry ministrations that had begun in the classroom. Draco took no time in removing Harry’s shirt, his pale hands gliding over every muscle in Harry’s lithe body, memorizing them as though he were going to be tested on them. Harry’s breathing became rapid, his face flushed. Draco continued the exploration of Harry’s body, removing his pants. Leaving Harry in his boxers and Draco fully dressed.

“Malfoy,” Harry choked out, “This isn’t going to work.”

“What isn’t going to work?” Draco asked puzzled, almost hurt by what he perceived to be the other boy’s rejection.

“You have too many clothes on,” Harry stated, pulling Draco close enough to unclasp his robe, throwing it off to the plush green armchair next to the bed. Soon Draco’s shirt and pants joined the robe.

Harry began exploring Draco’s pale body in much the same way his had been explored; the only difference was he followed his hands with his mouth. Small, gentle kisses eliciting moans of pleasure, he stopped at Draco\'s nipple, and it was as erect as his penis, both poking out, pleading with Harry. Eyes looking up at the blonde Harry nipped the bud of pleasure. Draco cried out as elecitycity shot though his body. As Draco thrust his hips forward Harry use the distraction to slip his other hand below the waist belt of Draco\'s boxers.

Lovingly he caressed the hard, taut muscles of the young Slytherins buttocks, kneading the muscles as his hand drifted downward. Draco, his body alight could only beg as his nemesis, his alter ego, his Gryffindor edged his fingers to violate his centre. \"You like that Draco, don\'t you?\" Harry murmured into the boy’s chest.

\"Oh yes, yes,\" Draco answered as his buttocks clenched around the invading fingers.

\"You want more?\" Harry asked, in a voice as silky as Severus’. When Draco only whimpered in response Harry pulled his fingers from their confines, to drag Draco\'s boxer shorts off in one fluid movement. Draco found himself pushed gently facedown onto the bed, \"You are mine,\" Harry said as he positioned himself above the boy. His own boxers disappearing as he centered himself above Draco. Slowly, carefully, he pushed forward, until the nub of his own penis just penetrated Draco. Harry held himself still, allowing his partner to relax before he slid forward, relentlessly driving himself in. \"Dear Merlin,\" he groaned, \"you\'re so tight.”

Draco couldn\'t believe it, here he was pinned to a bed by Harry Potter and all he could think of was how fucking fantastic it felt. Harry\'s balls rested against his buttocks, Harry\'s penis buried to the hilt. Feeling Harry hold himself frozen in place was too much for Draco, he wanted more, and he wanted it now. Pushing up, he impaled himself deeper on the sword at his back before pulling away. With this signal, Harry joined him in the dance. Thrust, and parry, Thrust. Harry\'s movements became more violent as he approached his peak, but this only made the blonde feel powerful, Draco clenched his buttocks once more against the invader, clenched and held tight. Harry trapped could only empty his seed into Draco as Draco spilled onto the bed, screaming out “Harry.”

When he felt Harry collapse across his back the young Slytherin smiled. It was as though his whole life was leading up to this very moment. Muscles relaxing after the intense workout, Harry let out a slight moan, “Mmmm, Draco,” as he pulled out of the blonde’s arse. Harry slid off Draco’s back, turning the other boy slightly so as to cuddle with him face to face.

The two boys lay content in each other’s arms, the salve having worn off. Harry lightly kissed Draco’s forehead and whispered against the kissed skin, “You’re mine.”

Draco nodded and let out a slight whimper at the feel of Harry’s breath on the lightly wet skin of his forehead, “Always,” he whispered back. The two boys fell asleep and the wards dropped.

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Severus walked back into his bathroom shaking his head. He was utterly surprised about Malfoy and Potter. Though in all honesty, he should have seen it coming. Animosity such as that which pulsated between the two boys could only be covering up one thing. Pent up desire.

The bathroom smelled strongly of sandalwood and he noticed that the room was scattered with sandalwood and lemon scented candles. He almost expected to see Hermione playing with a rubber ducky, and was about to say, “Is that a rubber ducky, or are you just happy to see me?” However he stopped himself from making an embarrassing comment, in time to see the beauty that sat in his tub, gently washing herswithwith a back scrubber.

“Miss Granger,” he intoned silkily, “I believe we were interrupted.”

“That we were,” she said coyly. Her voice quickly became commanding, “Get in the tub now, or you’ll be quite sorry.”

Severus looked at the girl in shock, amusement, and yearning. He quickly disrobed and joined the girl - the woman; he corrected himself - in the tub. Hermione reached forward and pulled him to her, meeting her mouth with his. She could feel the salve working its magic, but she had no desire to ignore it. She snaked her fingers through his hair as the kiss deepened, his hands caressing her sides, gliding over to her breasts.

Hermione moaned into Severus’ mouth before pulling her hands from his fine hair. She let her hands work their way down his back and grasped him by his arse, pulling him closer to her. Severus picked up on the signal and entered her slowly, not sure if she was a virgin. When his cock met her barrier he stopped. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.

“Hurt me,” Hermione says into his hair, “I want you too much to let that stop you.”

“I want you too,” Severus says as he thrusts fully into her, her barrier parting beneath him, taking him into her depths. He stops again for a moment to allow her to adjust to the new sensation, pulling her lips to his, to kiss away what pain she might have felt. Hermione nudged her hips forward, signaling she was ready to continue. Severus slowly began thrusting into her, his fingers teasing her nipples, her head resting on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around him.

The rhythm picked up and soon she was meeting his thrusts with a force that could rival his own. The water was splashing everywhere, putting out candles in its wake. Hermione moaned loudly, “Severus. Mmmm. Oh, yes.” His fingers abandoned one of her nipples in order to slide down her body, nestling into her slick folds, carefully manipulating her clitoris. The sensations were becoming absolutely unbearable. The effects of the salve building up ready to b e released with her orgasm.

Her vaginal walls contracting faster and harder, Severus felt his own impending orgasm build. He continued to thrust into her, his rhythm slowing down till he stopped, frozen in space as he came into her. Her voice joined his as she peaked with him, their conjoined voices echoing off the bathroom walls and down the halls.

Their song was ended suddenly as Dumbledore’s voice from the door asked, “I take it the Wiktteria Evolutus glowed.”

~Finite Incantatum~

Maybe…


A/N: WIKTTeria Evolutus was made up… We’re not even sure what Evolutus might mean; howevSecuSecus Erubesco means Red or Blushing Sex in Latin.

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