Breaking the Rules

Title: Breaking the Rules
Author: cate (absolutcate @ gmail.com)
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Summary: Harry Potter isn\'t the only person in Hogwarts to break rules.
Warnings: Slash, non-con, angst
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters and concepts are copyrighted by JKR and Warner Bros. This story is for non-profit, entertainment purposes only; no infringement intended.


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\"You\'ve missed a spot, Mister Potter.\"

Harry looked up from where he knelt on the floor, scrubbing the cold stone,to see a vial of sticky, goldish-yellow something drop from Snape\'s potion-and-ink stained hand. His mouth opened to protest, but the look in his professor\'s eyes stopped him.

Snape smirked, eyes atwinkle in a way that was so very different from Dumbledore\'s as he took a step closer to the boy. Harry\'s stomach twisted and clenched.

\"Just the perfect height,\" the older wizard murmured to himself.

Harry couldn\'t keep quiet any longer. \"Why bother making me clean the whole floor, Professor,\" he asked, glaring, \"if you\'re just going to mess it up again?\"

Snape\'s smirk disappeared, and his eyes narrowed. \"Watch your tongue, boy,\" he snarled.

\"I\'ve spent the last hour and a half on my knees, scrubbing your floors - which, by the way, look like they\'ve never been cleaned once! - and you go and spill something on them! On purpose!\" He moved as though to get to his feet, but a hand on top of his head stopped him.

The smirk had returned. \"Apparently,\" Snape began, fingers threading into Harry\'s dark hair before tightening sharply, \"You have not learnt your lesson this evening. Perhaps you need some... additional tutelage...\"

Harry winced as his hair was pulled sharply. \"That\'s not bloody fair!\" he exclaimed before freezing at the sight before him.

While Snape kept the fingers of his right hand tangled tightly in Harry\'s hair, the fingers of his left were deftly opening his robes, then his trousers. Once he\'d pulled his hardening prick from its confines, Snape stroked it a few times, lazily, bringing it closer to Harry\'s mouth.

\"You sick bastard,\" the Gryffindor spat, trying to pull away only to cry out as his hair was pulled harder. \"I\'ll tell Dumbledore!\"

A soft, throaty chuckle wafted down to Harry\'s ears.

\"Ah, Mister Potter, but you won\'t.\" Releasing his cock, Snape pulled out his wand and pressed it to the fleshy underside of the boy\'s chin.

\"Suck it.\"

Harry\'s eyes flashed defiantly. \"No.\"

The wand pressing under Harry\'s chin pressed harder still, causing Harry to cry out and try to pull away once again.

\"I\'ll clean the mess,\" he began to plead. \"Just... let me go. You\'re hurting me...\"

Snape moved his hips, the head of his erection brushing across Harry\'s lips and smearing them with pre-come. \"You can leave once you\'ve done as you\'re told, boy.\"

Harry opened his mouth one more to try to talk or plead his way out of his current situation, but once his lips had parted, Snape pressed his erect penis between them, forcing Harry to take the flesh into his mouth. Snape tightened his fingers impossibly further in Harry\'s hair, preventing the boy from moving anywhere. With a vicious twist of his wand, he said, \"If you even dare to think about using your teeth, boy, I will remove them. One by one. Without magic.\"

A single tear rolled down Harry\'s bright red cheek, and he opened his jaw wider to take in the thick length. He hated himself for showing weakness in such a position, hated that he couldn\'t keep from letting the tear fall, but hated Snape more. All the times he\'d gone to Dumbledore, telling the old man his worries and suspicions, and being told in return to trust Snape - Dumbledore knew Snape was a Death Eater, surely, how could he trust the man not to do something like this?

\"Yes... that\'s it...\" Snape\'s low voice drew Harry away from his wandering thoughts. Harry\'s jaw was starting to ache already.

The wand pressed against Harry\'s skin was moved away as Snape moved that hand to the side of Harry\'s head. Holding the boy\'s head still, the potions master moved his hips forwards and back, slowly, fucking the young, wet mouth.

\"Use your tongue.\"

Another tear fell, and Harry cursed himself for it. It was hard to breathe, the ache in his jaw was starting to become unbearable, and he just wanted it all to be over. Hoping that by obeying Snape, this whole nightmare would end sooner, Harry did as he was told. He wriggled his tongue along the underside of Snape\'s cock, swirled it around the head when Snape pulled back. But instead of Snape pushing the boy away and putting an end to it, Snape only began to thrust faster, deeper. Harry gagged as he felt the head bump the back of his throat, and his eyes began to water.

Snape let out a loud moan, then, fingers loosening and tightening in the soft black hair arrythmically. This is it, Harry thought to himself. He\'s got to be close now...

Snape moaned again, followed by a grunt as he felt his orgasm approaching. \"Stupid boy...\" he said, his voice trembling. \"Idiot boy... idiot father...\"

He came. Before he spent himself fully in Harry\'s mouth, Snape pulled back, shooting most of his ejaculate into the face of the boy kneeling in front of him. He opened his eyes to look at his work.

Harry remained where he was, still, looking down at the floor as a large glob of come dripped from his face. His knees ached, his throat was sore, his eyes stung, and he just wanted to go back to his dormitory and try his best to forget this evening ever happened.

Snape said nothing as he tucked himself away, doing up his trousers and robes before walking back to his desk and taking a seat behind it. Once he was seated and had a parchment in front of him, he spoke without looking at Harry. \"Clean yourself up.\"

Harry hesitated before lifting his arm to point his wand at himself, a cleaning charm on the tip of his tongue. Before he could cast it, however, Snape spoke up again.

\"Without magic,\" the potions master said, without looking up from the marking he had resumed. \"Use your robes. And leave them sticky.\"

A steady buzz filled Harry\'s mind as he lifted the hem of his robes to wipe the drying come from his face. How dare Snape humiliate him in such a way, and then act as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened?

\"Get out of my classroom, Potter. And be back Thursday evening for your additional tutelage.\"

Harry glared. \'You\'ll get yours, Snape,\' the boy vowed silently. \'I promise you that.\'

Harry made his way straight to his dormitory after that, not once pausing to say hi to his housemates or to answer his friends\' questions. Peeling off his robes, he left the rest of his clothes on as he crawled into bed, spelling the curtains shut so no one could bother him.

He spent most of the night laying on top of his still-made bed, staring at the canopy, trying his hardest to come up with a way to make Severus Snape pay for what he\'d done.