The Mistakes of Potion-making

The Mistakes of Potion-making
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rated: Very Mature
Warnings: rimming and SMUT, of course. This is probably considered as smuff—smut and fluff mixed. Sorry, but it’s the way my Snarry came out. ^.^
Notes: First Snape/Harry ever! Written for buni2001, who made me become somewhat tolerate of this pairing.
Extra notes: Um... hopefully it\'s not too ooc, because I don\'t really write Snape that much. I hope that I did a good enough job. If you spot anything odd about the fic, let me know (besides any kind of ooc-ness, which i probably already know about XD )
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters; the great JKR does.
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The potion didn’t look right, and he didn’t need Snape to tell him that it didn’t, either. Harry sighed, scooping out a bit of the potion with the ladle in which he was stirring it with, and eyed it peculiarly.

“Even tutoring you one-on-one doesn’t seem to cut it,” Snape drawled. “Have you a single, bloody brain cell in your head, Potter?”

“Yes, sir,” said Harry through gritted teeth.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Snape took out an empty vial from his robes and began to fill it with the potion Harry brewed. He held it up to the light. “Definitely not,” he grumbled, sounding almost pleased to see that Harry failed another potion. “Looks to me like you added a bit too much powdered horn of bicorn. You do know, Potter, that this means you have to test it, don’t you?”

“What?” Harry gasped. “But, sir… what if it—“

“Drink it!” Snape growled, thrusting the vial into Harry’s hand. “Or would you rather have more points taken from Gryffindor?”

Harry wanted to object to both, but he knew that if he didn’t drink the potion, he’d put Gryffindor House at zero points; he didn’t want to be responsible for doing that. He sighed; his doom sealed for sure, and took a swig.

The moment he swallowed, two things happened all at once: Harry felt extremely warm and aroused, and Snape’s eyes dilated and his breathing sped up.

“Holy fuck, it’s hot in here!” Harry groaned.

“Language, Potter!” Snape snarled. He opened his mouth again, perhaps to take away points, but his train of thought was suddenly gone. Harry shrugged off his robe, and then immediately began to unbutton his shirt. Snape just stood there, totally transfixed. Harry undid his tie next, and then unbuckled his belt.

Harry looked over at Snape, shirt sliding off his body, tie hanging from his bare shoulders, belt undone and hanging loose, and trousers unzipped.

“Aren’t you warm, sir?”

“Potter…” Snape began, but his brain locked up again. He couldn’t help staring intently at Harry’s exposed skin. His eyes landed on one of Harry’s caramel-colored nipples, which oddly enough, were erect and pebbled. Small dark, curly hairs surrounded each nipple, and there was a small trail of hair in the middle of Potter’s chest as well—softly making its way down and disappeared underneath the pants line.

“Not warm?” asked Harry.

Snape’s eyes snapped up from Harry’s waist to look into Harry’s eyes. Big mistake.

“…Yes,” he mumbled. “Incredibly…”

Snape tossed his robe off, loosened his tie, and then, to both of their surprise, grabbed onto Harry’s shoulders and pushed him down onto the desk. Harry didn’t struggle, but he moaned when he felt his back hit the desk. Snape stripped Harry’s underwear off in one smooth motion and then grasped at Harry’s stiff cock as he descended onto a nipple. Harry moaned out loud, banging his head against the hard wood of the desk, and then threaded his fingers through Snape’s hair.

“Professor,” he panted. “Oh, professor…”

“Insolent child,” Snape spat. “What… did… you… do…” he growled in between each kiss to Harry’s body, “…to the… potion… Potter?”

“I don’t know,” gasped Harry. Snape’s mouth moved lower until he found the sticky head of Potter’s cock. Harry gripped at Snape’s shoulders, almost enough to bruise, as Snape’s mouth and tongue worked around the head and foreskin. “God… God…” Harry whimpered. “So hot… so fucking hot!”

Snape hummed in what could have been a possible agreement, taking more and more into his mouth. Harry couldn’t hold back and he shot his load deep into Snape’s throat.

Without much hesitation, Snape moved back up Harry’s body, licking on the way, until getting to Harry’s neck. Harry kept his head tilted back, in submission, allowing Snape access. Snape licked and nibbled all around, and Harry arched against him. It was all too hot—Harry gripped Snape’s shirt, tugging it impatiently, and Snape got the hint and took it off.

Pressed more firmly, skin to skin, sent shivers through Harry’s spine. He could feel the brush of Snape’s nipples graze his skin, and his own nipples over Snape’s as Snape descended Harry’s body, pressing kisses down his torso. Harry arched when Snape found a particular sensitive spot on Harry’s stomach before dipping his tongue into Harry’s bellybutton.

“Is there—is there an antidote, Professor?” Harry panted. He tilted his head back with a moan when Snape’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock again, stirring it back to life. Harry’s breath began to become more erratic, but it was building up slower than before.

“I’m sure there is,” mumbled Snape around the crown of Harry’s cock, gently blowing warm air onto it in the process. “But I am not sure exactly which potion you had accidentally produced in your feeble attempt at… potion making.”

Harry let out a long, low moan when Snape moved further down and began to trace his tongue around Harry’s sensitive pucker.

“It’s obviously something that… that… attracts…”

“I know that, you idiot child!” Snape snarled. “I am the Potions Master here. I think I can tell what a potion is doing…”

“Even if you don’t—oh god—know which it is?”

Snape growled and nipped at a particular sensitive spot below Harry’s anus. Harry jumped and moaned loudly in reaction.

“I know—I have an idea of what it is, but there are certain—” Snape lapped at Harry’s hole, omitting another shiver from Harry, “—types of potions that act the same but have different reasons and different—“ he licked at the soft spot again, and Harry keened sharply. “Why am I even trying to explain this to you, Potter? You’re in seventh year; you should know better by now.”

Harry grit his teeth, not sure if he should be feeling either agitated or aroused more. He suddenly felt something slick and wet enter his arse, and it made him clench his muscles around Snape’s finger instinctively. Snape pinched Harry under his thigh. “Ow! Professor!”

“Stop trying to squeeze the life out of my finger, Mr. Potter… wait until my dick is inside you—THEN you may squeeze all you like.”

Harry’s eyes glazed over at the mere thought of being fucked long and hard into the desk.

“Oh, God—” Harry moaned. He made himself relax, and then Snape’s fingers slid more easily in and out of him. “So… so, we have sex and… and the potion wears off?”

“Let us hope so,” Snape drawled. “But knowing my luck, it won’t.”

Harry swallowed hard. Just thinking of having to have sex with Snape, of all people, over and over again until the potion wore off was making his head swim. The man wasn’t even that good-looking, but he was still turned on by the way Snape was fingering him. Snape sucked gently on the skin right below his sac and around the very bottom of it, making his cock twitch. Before long, Harry was whimpering and pleading with Snape to take him now and take him hard.

“Slut,” said Snape as he moved Harry’s legs up and over his shoulders and then slowly began to enter him. “Fucking little Gryffindor whore, that’s what you are, Potter.”

“No,” Harry panted. “Shut up—you have no right to—this is my first time I ever—”

Snape bent down at took Harry’s earlobe between his teeth. Harry shuddered.

“Of course,” Snape sneered. “Little, innocent, virgin Harry Potter. I should have guessed.” Harry tried his best to glare at his professor, but then he gasped and shut his eyes tightly, biting his lower lip, as Snape thrust his hips forward and embedded his cock into Harry.

“You know it’s the potion talking,” grunted Harry. “You bastard.”

Snape glared down at him. “Five points from Gryffindor—“ Harry gaped, about to comment, but then he shut his mouth. “Well, well—just one point left for Gryffindor. Would you like to test me further, Potter, or would you rather comply to my wishes and keep your idiotic mouth shut—and your legs open?”

Harry glared hard, his body quaking. Snape had no mercy as he thrust into him over and over, sliding nonchalantly across Harry’s prostate. Harry threw his head back, neck arching, as he shuddered in climax. He came about halfway, mostly precome, and then stopped; his cock twitched. Snape didn’t stop, however. He continued to move in and out of him, twisting his hips around, finding Harry’s prostate more and more, harder and harder. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, little white spots forming behind his eyelids.

Snape was soon coming, hard and heavy, into Harry’s flushed body. Harry’s legs shook as Snape released them from his shoulders and they slumped onto the desk, still bent at the knees. Snape was about to pull out, but then suddenly stopped. To his amazement, and horror, he was growing hard again. Snape moved back just far enough so that he could look at where they were connected. Come seeped out of Harry’s hole and around his cock. He slipped it out with a wet pop, watching it bob up against Harry’s balls, erect, and then raised an eyebrow in fascination. Harry’s arse flexed, and then, reluctantly, Snape slid his cock back into Harry. Harry let out a loud, low groan, flexing himself hungrily around Snape.

“Well,” said Snape, “this rules out a few possibilities of which potion you had made.”

“Which—which ones?” Harry panted.

“It wouldn’t do any good to tell you the names,” he said, slowly thrusting in and out of Harry again. “But you can be assured that they’re pertaining to lust.”

“God—“ Harry moaned. Snape sped his hips up.

“That is what I have become to you, yes, Potter.”

Harry threw his arms over his forehead, shadowing his eyes. “How much more shagging must we do before it wears off?”

“My guess—quite a lot, since you drank the entire vial.”

“And that’s not really MY fault now, is it?” Harry said without taking his arms away from his eyes.

“I will not tolerate your smartass mouth anymore, Potter. Don’t push me.”

Harry grunted in annoyance as he felt Snape push his cock in and out of his body faster. He wanted this over and done with. It was humiliating enough as it was.

“Is there—an antidote?” Harry breathed.

“Yes, there is,” mumbled Snape. He grabbed hold of Harry’s shoulders from under Harry’s body for better leverage. Harry finally moved his arms from his eyes to wrap around Snape’s neck. Snape pressed his face more into Harry’s neck, licking and kissing softly.

“We should—we should find the antidote, then.”

“I am not stupid, Potter,” said Snape against his neck.

“I know—oh, fuck!—I know, sir!”

“Then stop stating the obvious,” Snape snarled. He wrapped his long fingers around Harry’s leaking cock and tugged it almost frantically. Harry arched below him and came in long, stringy spurts. Breathing heavily, Harry laid limply on the desk, trying to catch his breath. Snape was still pounding into him.

When Snape finally came, they both became aware that their bodies were becoming aroused once more.

“I hate to do this—especially since this is extremely humiliating—but we have to contact Professor Dumbledore…”

“What??” Harry gasped.

“You heard me, Potter. Now, put your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist so that I can pick you up and walk us over to the fireplace.”

“WHAT?” Harry said again, practically shouting.

“Do not question me, Potter, or you’ll lose your last point. Now, do as I say.”

Grudgingly, Harry obeyed, wrapping his arms and legs around Snape. Snape picked Harry up, almost easily, and brought them over to the fireplace. On the way down to the rug, Snape took a handful of Floo Powder and threw it into the fire. Harry shut his eyes in embarrassment as Snape called out for Professor Dumbledore. Within moments, Dumbledore’s face appeared in the fire.

“You called, Severus—oh my—”

Dumbledore’s eyes widened at the sight before him. Harry and Severus were both sweaty, pink-tinged around the face and neck and ears, breathing labored, and bodies working slowly against one another. Harry was keeping his eyes shut, and Albus knew right then that poor Harry was feeling mighty horrified.

“Sir,” said Snape in a casual tone as his hips worked like pistons, “there seems to be a problem.”

Albus stared. Despite Harry trying to keep his lips pursed tightly together, small whimpers and moans were escaping. Snape just kept on thrusting and thrusting into Harry, non-stop, and Snape stared at Albus as he tried to keep calm and collected.

“I would say… yes, there does seem to be a problem,” said Dumbledore finally. “You’re lying on the floor instead of in a big, comfy bed.”

Snape’s jaw dropped slowly, and Harry gasped in surprise.

“Only joking, Severus,” said Dumbledore, grinning. “I know what you’re talking about. You know which potion was accidentally taken?”

“You mean the one Professor Snape made me—” Snape slapped his hand over Harry’s mouth.

“Yes, I do believe that it is either the Lust Potion, or some sister form of it. Could you bring the antidote for it, sir? I would get it, but—I’m a bit preoccupied at the moment.”

“Of course. I shall see you in about fifteen minutes, then.” Dumbledore smiled. His eyes twinkled, as if he were reading Snape’s mind, and then he was gone.

Harry turned his wide-eyed stare into a seething glare as he looked up at Snape, and then licked at Snape’s hand in hopes that he’ll remove it. It did no good—it just made Snape’s own eyes glaze over.

“Potter—if you don’t stop this minute…”

Harry nipped at Snape’s hand, meaning to bite down hard but couldn’t, causing Snape to fuck Harry even faster. Harry’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he moaned around Snape’s hand. Snape finally removed his hand, but then ran his fingers through Potter’s messy, sweaty locks and grabbed a handful. Harry cried out, coming for the fourth time in less than an hour, between them.

“So—“ Snape exhaled. “You’ve got a kinky side, eh, Potter? How about we explore a little of that?”

Harry shook his head, still a bit out of breath. Snape, however, didn’t listen. He picked Harry up from the rug, forced him over to the desk, spun him around, and made him lean forward and brace himself on it. He spread Harry’s legs wide, tucked himself between them, and then pushed his cock up into Harry immediately. Harry let out a loud gasp and hung onto the desk as if his life depended on it.

He heard it more than felt it at first. There was a loud crack, and then a slight sting on his arse. When another came, Harry knew straight away that Snape was spanking him. It only lasted about a minute before Harry felt Snape grab onto the back of his head and yank at his hair. Harry made a gurgling noise as he came, again, all over Snape’s desk. Snape finally emptied himself into Harry again; semen sliding down the backs of Harry’s thighs.

Harry’s head thumped on the desk right when he heard the door to Snape’s private room open. He went bright red.

“Here is the antidote, Severus,” said Dumbledore as he stepped carefully into the room. Panting heavily, Snape took the vial.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You’re quite welcome, Severus,” Dumbledore smiled. He looked over at Harry, who was avoiding looking at the headmaster. “Make sure you drink it all, Harry, or you’ll have to have another go with Professor Snape.”

Harry mumbled something into the desk, and Dumbledore nodded as if he completely understood what Harry said. He turned and made his way out of the room slowly. Then, before Snape could even start thrusting into Harry again, or give Harry the antidote, Dumbledore turned back around.

“Severus…”

“Yes, sir?”

“I just had a thought… you do, by chance, still have Harry’s accidentally made lust potion?”

“Why, yes I do, sir. You have a plan?”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, yes. Perhaps our enemies would like to have a taste—without their knowledge, of course.” He looked at Snape from over the top of his spectacles.

Snape knew immediately what the headmaster was asking of him.

“Of course, sir. I’ll bring enough for everyone during the next big meeting.”

“Excellent,” Dumbledore beamed. “I will see you later, then. Oh, and make sure Harry gets plenty of rest tonight. He’s got classes in the morning.” With that, he left.

“What did he mean by—?”

Snape put the vial of antidote down, and then picked Harry up off the desk and carried him toward his bed. Harry gasped in surprise.

“He means that I should shag you in a nice, comfy bed instead, Potter.”

The End!