Final Detention

Title: Final Detention #4
Author: Mystgirl
E-mail: HarryandDraco@hotmail.com
Site: http://www.angelfire.com/realm2/castingspells
Pairing: Harry/Snape..please bare with me, I only read/write Harry/Draco so
Harry/Snape..well, it squicks me a little to be honest. So this is my first
attempt and it probably sucks, so it\'s most likely my last attempt too. But
I had to try anyway, right? I hope you like it, or can tolerate it at least.
Don\'t hate me *begs* Merry Christmas and the like, hears to lots of H/S
lovin for ya;-)
Spoilers: None.
Rating: R for sex..
Requested: Harry/Severus, PWP romance
A/N: Written for merrywizards Secret Santa challenge 2003

Disclaimer: I can only dream...


Severus sat down heavily in his darkened Potions office, relieved that the
year was coming to an end, and with it, the completion of Harry Potter\'s
ningning at Hogwarts.
Kneading his temples with thumbs, he decided that he was exhausted. It
wasn\'t a fatigue that came from lack of sleep, but more of a fatigue that
affected the entire body, and was brought on by years of pretending to feel
something that he did not feel.

He ached with the truth, which pierced his heart and churned his stomach.

He hadn\'t hated Harry, not ever. But it was unheard of for a professor to be
attracted to a student and actually act on it.

It happened the first night that Harry had walked in at Hogwarts. He saw
him, dark hair tousled and glasses askew. The green eyes shone with
curiosity and fear, and Severus has been lost in those eyes.

His eyes...

He hadn\'t really felt that way before and, on top of that, he hadn\'t known
he was attracted to males. And after all these years? It was surprise, so to
speak.

And the first day Harry had come into his Potions class, what was he
supposed to do? He feared that the unfortunate attraction to Harry Potter
would be completely obvious, and the only way to avoid letting on was to act
the exact opposite.

He pretended to hate him. And it wasn\'t too hard at first, it gave him the
oppurtunity to pay attention to Harry, even if it was nit-picking or
scolding, detention or taking points.

Either way, he definitely made an impression on Harry with
his...agressiveness. If anything, Harry would leave class every day cursing
Snape under his breath or complaining to his Gryffindor sidekicks. Which
meant that at least Harry left everyday with some kind of thoughts of his
Professor.

Severus sighed deeply and wished he could change things. But it was too
late. For nearly seven years he did what he could to avert his feelings and
yet, they still swept through him like a wave whenever he say the boy wizard
walk by. And after all this time, he still acted like he hated Harry. And he
still suffered Harry with detentions (to his own pleasure, of course). But
he just couldn\'t keep pretending anymore.

And how perfect that Harry had detention with him tonight. He smiled at the
thought of what he could make Harry do.

Maybe he would have him clean the floors, on hands and knees...

***

It was nearly 8pm, and Harry was hurrying through the dungeons towards
Snape\'s office. He had detention and, in spite of the dread he always felt
at arriving to find his task, he didn\'t want to be late.

It wasn\'t that he didn\'t want to be around Snape, but it wasn\'t easy. Lately
he had been getting an odd vibe from the Professor, and even more to his
surprise, had had starting feeling...differently.

He didn\'t want to say it was attraction because he didn\'t know.

But it certainly left a flutter in his stomach whenever Snape garbled harsh
words to him in class.

And he was scared.

He knocked and waited with bated breath as he heard Snape\'s voice growling
\"Come in.\"

***

\"Mr. Potter, it seems you are once again entitled to the pleasure of my
company..\" Severus breathed, only a few feet in front of Harry.

Harry\'s breath hitched and he was sure Snape was being...what was that word?
Seductive...

He had remembered hearing Hermione use it once while complaining about Ron\'s
clumsy attempts at \"setting the mood\".

Harry stood still, afraid to move, and waited to hear Snape\'s next words.

To his surprise, Snape seemed to smile at him.

\"Professor...\" Harry mumbled softly, confused.\"

Severus rose and walked pointedly around his desk. He walked behind Harry
and then turned, slowly, so that Harry could feel him standing directly
behind him. He felt Snape breath and the warm breath glided over his neck.

Harry shivered in anticipation. Or desire. Niether of which, he assumed,
were apporpriate.

Severus leaned in close to Harry, lips almost touching the tanned skin. \"Or
should I say, I am entitled to theasurasure of your company...\"

Harry was sure that Snape had kissed his neck, though it felt like a ghostly
touch and before he knew it, the feeling was gone.

***

Harry turned, slowly raising his eyes to Snape\'s face. Lips he wanted to
kiss, eyes he wanted to get lost in. Eyes that were round and dark with
desire.

He raised his hand to Snape\'s face and watched his eyes as he ran it over
his cheek.

\"Why Professor,\" Harry smiled, \"the pleasure is all mine.\"

And he leaned in close to Snape\'s face, almost close enough to touch those
lips with his own. He paused, breath held, and smiled slightly.

Severus looked down at his student\'s face, not sure why he was even allowing
this to happen at all, and kissed him.

***
At first it was a tentative kiss, both not sure how the other expected it to
be. And then it was hungry. Harry\'s breath quickened and his heart raced,
and he felt Snape\'s arms wraps around his waist, pulling him closer. He felt
the tip of Snape\'s tonuge enter his mouth and felt his knees weaken. He
couldn\'t believe this was happening, but he wasn\'t about to deny that it
felt good. Great. Breathtaking...

Severus pulled Harry closer to him, and soon he could feel that his own
arousal was equally matched by Harry\'s, and then he was slowly guiding Harry
back towards his desk. He broke the kiss and lavished Harry\'s neck with
small nips and licks, and Harry moaned.

Harry hadn\'t felt this pleasure before, and if this was just the beginning,
then he couldn\'t wait for the rest.

He felt the edge of Snape\'s desk at his back and, without a second thought,
he scooted up and onto the desk. He kept close to the edge and pulled Snape
as close as he could, wrapping his legs around the man standing in fornt of
him.

He choked back a sob when he felt Snape\'s erection press hard agaihis his
own, and the pressure was heaven. He needed more of it, needed to feel it as
if it were fresh air in his lungs. He grabbed Snape\'s buttocks and pressed
Snape hard against him, revelling in Snape\'s groan mirroring his own.

Severus moved slowly up and down against Harry\'s body, and he knew that he
could come right there just from the friction the the heat and...ohhhh...

He moved away slightly, all too aware that Hary could probably come at any
moment. He smiled a little at Harry\'s frustrated cry and quickly kissed the
boy. He wanted desperately to crush their bodies together again but didn\'t
want to ruin it either.

He took hold of Harry\'s muggle jumper and lifted it over the boy\'s head.
Harry caught on quickly and slipped Severus\' robes off.

Soon they were undressed and to Severus\' delight, Harry seemed willing to do
pretty much...anything.

Harry felt Snape\'s fingers at his entrance and gasped, it felt different
and...nice. Snape was preparing him, stretching him, and he was so...ready.

Snape muttered \"Lubricus\" and Harry waited, impatiently, until he felt the
tip of Snape\'s hard penis at his entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, until he
filled Harry with his throbbing manhood.

Harry cried out in pleasure, it felt like he was being completed.

Severus was in ecstasy at the situtation, Harry one his desk in front of
him, waiting to be fucked, whimpering to feel completion.

He slowly pulled out, almost all the way, and then he slammed back in again.
He could have been a little more gentle but that\'s not how he liked it.

Harry, for his part, moaned with pleasure at the feeling and when Snape hit
that *spot* he had to grit his teeth. It felt so good it almost hurt.

Snape kept the pace slow, partly to make sure Harry was getting used to the
invasion and partly because he knew that it was driving Harry crazy. In and
out...

Finally, Harry couldn\'t take it anymore. It was so good and he was so hard
and oh..he was..oh...he had to come before he died waiting and wanting...

\"Please, Professor, please...\" Harry whimpered...

\"Call me Severus...\" Severus whispered, now very eager to oblige Harry\'s
*ahem* needs.

\"Severus..\" Harry moaned. And he felt the thrusts quicken to a very
satisfying pace.

When they came, it was together, and it was ecstasy, and it was completion.
Harry cried out and Severus moaned the word \"Potter\" in a way that didn\'t
indicate he hated Harry, for the first time....ever.

And Severus smirked down at his conquest, chuckling slightly while his
breathing slowed.

\"It would appear, Mr. Potter, that this will be you final detention with me,
seeing as how you graduate soon.\"

\"I suppose it is, Severus.\" Harry replied, a smile playing in his lips.

He raised one eyebrow and looked his Professor straight in the eye. \"Same
time tommorrow night?\"

Severus would have answered, had his mouth not been preoccupied with the
kiss he was giving Harry.

*end*