Pretend

Pretend

Harry had never had a father. Not really. He\'s had stories and laughs and visions to keep him company and make him feel whole. But it wasn\'t the same. He often found himself envying others their families, and a soft spark of rage would take him when he heard them complain.

Harry never said anything about it anymore. But still the bitterness persisted.

Maybe that\'s what had gotten him to lash out at Draco during meal time. The blonde Slytherin had cocked one eyebrow and laughed at how Harry was stuck at Hogwarts yet again, without even friends to keep him company this year. It was true, too. Most Gryffindors had gone home. Even Ron had gone home, though Harry wasn\'t sure why, since he knew Ron would have preferred to keep him company at Hogwarts.

So Harry had lunged and Draco had ducked, and Harry\'s fists were aching from where Crabbe and Goyle had pummeled him.

As he watched the hurried foostepts in the dungeon in front of him, he wished it had been Dumbledore who\'d been there: not Snape.

\"So...\" said the Potions master, a small, slick grin on his face. Harry tried to keep quiet - he knew it wouldn\'t do to rise to more bait. Unfortunately, Snape seemed to know just what to say to get him to stop trying and to give Snape a reason to take more points.

Harry waited.

\"Feel like taking advantage of your Slytherin competition?\" asked Snape, his body still more than two feet away, yet feeling like it was right in Harry\'s face, breathing down his neck, scrutinising the way Harry shifted uncomfortably. There was just something about the way Snape was able to command his cooperation at times like these. It hurt Harry to restrain himself, yet there was some sort of...maybe it was a sick pleasure, or maybe more of a minute disturbance of unwarranted happiness. Whatever it was, it didn\'t seem all bad once Snape was glaring at him, thin strands of greased hair falling just in front of his face as his beetle-black eyes watched Harry.

\"No sir,\" breathed Harry, his hands tightening around the arm rests of his chair. He wanted to claw at the man before him, to hurt him somehow for all the annoyances he\'d endured at the hands or even just the words of the other man.

\"You sure, Potter?\" asked Snape.

Harry trembled. For some reason, he felt afraid. And it didn\'t bother him.

It didn\'t bother him at all.

Snape\'s hand was on his so suddenly that Harry couldn\'t help but make a slight noise, a sort of mewl of protest.

\"What was that?\" goaded Snape.

\"N-n-nothing,\" answered Harry dutifully, feeling a bit like Neville and surprised at his fear.

\"Good,\" murmured Snape, his long, spindly arms traveling higher, stopping at the collar of Harry\'s shirt. Harry focused on the eyes before him as he felt one button undone, then the other. Two fingers slid against the skin, and Snape added \"very good.\"

Harry shifted in his seat. The fingers had begun pressing softly, as if testing the firmness of Harry\'s skin. Eventually, Snape seemed satisfied. He pulled away from Harry and turned. Harry felt bewildered at the sudden change of pace.

\"Undo the rest, Potter,\" said Snape\'s voice. The voice: Merlin, it was one of the most commanding voices Harry had ever heard. It wasn\'t like the drill sergeants he\'d seen in Muggle movies. It was more like a low purring - like that of a lion, yet with the bite of a serpent.

Harry feigned deafness.

Snape turned. \"Clothes. Off. Potter.\"

Snape\'s voice was more curt, but Harry felt the slow shiver of anticipation working up his bones, traveling through his bloodstream. He wasn\'t sure what was happening or why, but he knew that Snape\'s face was the most flushed he\'d ever seen it before as Snape turned. Harry could see the obvious bulge in his professor\'s trousers: Snape\'s hand was lying right next to it, gripping the fabric tightly, and Harry could see that it was taking quite a bit of restraint for Snape not to start rubbing himself right then and there.

\"Here,\" choked Snape, his voice throaty. He seemed to have trouble speaking, but Harry relented anyway, his hands stiff at his sides. He wanted Snape to take charge. Harry had been in charge all his life, and he\'d had enough of it.

\"Punishment,\" continued Snape. \"You...need punishment.\"

Harry simply watched. His erection was obvious now. He\'d not only taken off his shirt, but his pants as well. He hadn\'t been sure if Snape had meant all his clothing or just the parts he\'d touched, but he could see it didn\'t matter now as Snape\'s hand unconsciously went to his own cock.

\"Please, Professor,\" interjected Harry, letting his eyes drift meaningfully downward as he spoke. \"I thought I was supposed to be punished.\"

Snape seemed to come to himself, and he looked down as well. He stopped suddenly and grabbed Harry\'s hands, placing them on his cock. \"Help me out of my clothing, Potter,\" he said.

Harry didn\'t normally pay any mind when in the act of undressing, but this was different. Snape was still and somewhat clumsy, choosing finally to sit in a chair, his pants open but still on, his leaking cock entirely visible. Snape watched Harry\'s face, considering.

\"Knees,\" he said.

Harry got to his knees, which were shaking something fierce. He hadn\'t ever thought to do this before, not with Snape especially. But he couldn\'t deny that he\'d been curious, and somehow, he thought that letting Snape be the first - thought it was a little odd - would be safer than some people he\'d considered. Snape seemed to know what he wanted after all.

Snape\'s cock was pushed out more as Snape began to stroke himself lightly. He kept eye contact with Harry, letting his hand slip up and down the shaft, his thumb at the slit, just rubbing. Then one hand was one back of Harry\'s head, pulling him closer.

\"Suck,\" commanded Snape.

Harry opened his mouth just in time and Snape\'s cock slid in perfectly. It was a new experience for Harry. He focused on Snape\'s moans, his soft pants of expelled air, as he continued sucking on the veined cock in his mouth. He let his tongue flick here and there, finally contenting himself with simply drawing the hardness into his mouth, leeting it hit his throat, until he felt the warmth spilling down inside him.

Snape held him firmly as he came, shooting in spurts down Harry\'s mouth. Harry coughed and swallowed until eventually Snape let him go. He didn\'t release Harry, but he let Harry breathe. Then he looked at him.

\"Turn around,\" said Snape, his voice colder.

Harry turned.

\"Sit.\"

\"Where?\" asked Harry.

Snape\'s nails dug into Harry\'s skin as he pulled the boy to him. Harry felt surprised when Snape\'s prick began to respond once more, hardening against his arse. They rocked together, Snape\'s hand cupping his cock, stroking his pupil softly, expertly. Harry closed his eyes, bit his lip, and moaned.

\"Silence,\" whispered Snape.

Harry tried to stay silent, but Snape kept pushing up against him, as Harry could feel beads of precum just before Snape threw one arm around Harry, holding him firm, not letting him go. Harry felt the initial fear return.

\"Don\'t you dare move,\" hissed Snape.

Harry gripped the arm rests. Snape angled Harry differently, making him bend forward more. Harry could feel hardness at his entrance, more precum slicking Snape\'s movements as he prodded Harry, seeking a way inside. Snape moaned loudly as he began to make progress, more cum slipping out of him as he moved, thrusting upwards, harder, more, faster...

Harry thought Snape had come, but Snape had managed to restrain himself at the end, only ejaculating at the beginning of an orgasm which he clipped back. Harry\'s ass was wet with come now, his hole expanding the more Snape pushed. Harry felt a slight pop in his arse and Snape\'s cock slid in, slow inch by slow inch, ramming harder until Harry felt Snape fill him. He couldn\'t believe that Snape\'s entire cock could fit inside him: when he\'d been sucking on Snape\'s prick, it had seemed so huge, and now...now it was all up his arse, stretching him painfully.

\"Shit,\" said Snape, unable to stop his climax, spilling fully into Harry. Harry closed his eyes and let the come fill him. It felt warm and hot, sticky and satisfying. Snape\'s nails began to draw blood as he pushed, his balls smacking against Harry\'s ass as Snape tried to get deeper - as deep as he could.

When Snape finally exhaled, Harry relaxed. However, he had misjudged: Soon, Snape was whispering a spell, his quickly-softening cock now quickly-hardening once more.

\"Just once more,\" whispered Snape in his ear. \"You\'re too tight not to fuck solid.\"

Harry felt a whimper escape him as Snape\'s hand was on his cock, jerking back and forth quickly. Harry tried to hold back, wanting to come at the same time as Snape, but he couldn\'t hold back - Snape was too crafty - and he came, thick rivulets of pearly come splattering down Snape\'s hand, covering his own cock. Snape slipped insider more quickly, thrusting in and out in an effort to match his hand\'s rhythm.

\"Going to fill you, Potter - going to make you drip with my come,\" whispered Snape in his ear. Harry shuddered as the Potions master spoke, letting the venomed words fall across his body and his mind.

\"Professor,\" whispered Harry. In that moment, Harry felt his world complete. Snape\'s hands were caressing his cock, but his arms were around Harry, as if protecting him. Harry hadn\'t ever felt so loved, so...held. He closed his eyes, mixing visions of his father with the current feature of Snape pouding into his arse. He felt warmth around and within him as Snape\'s cock slipped all the way in, stretching Harry to his most, come splashing inside him once more.

Snape\'s nails retracted but his hold remained, as if he were claiming Harry. His cock remained inside his student, still half-hard. Harry could feel the come slipping out of his ass, down Snape\'s prick, onto the black robes.

\"Stand,\" said Snape wearily. Harry did so, but Snape made him face away. Harry felt one long finger carress his arse cheek, then slip upwards from his thigh into his hole. Snape\'s tongue met briefly, as he licked.

\"Told you I\'d have you dripping with my come, Potter,\" he said, smirking, his eyes dancing with interest.

\"A...a fitting punishment,\" said Harry, smiling to the wall. \"Sir,\" he added as an afterthought.

He could hear Snape buttoning back up, and he looked for his own clothes. When they were both dressed, Snape and Harry watched each other, now standing at opposite ends of the desk that Snape had.

Snape looked as if there was something he wanted to say, but as if he were holding back.

\"What is it, sir?\" asked Harry.

Snape scowled; he didn\'t like it when Harry showed signs of intelligence. \"Nothing. Just...family isn\'t always what you think it is.\"

\"Sir?\"

Snape\'s eyes were boring into Harry\'s green ones. \"Sometimes you can find...better things.\"

Harry took in Snape\'s meaning, and felt himself blush.

Snape straightened and cleared his throat. \"Detention with me tomorrow, Potter.\"

\"What?\" cried Harry. \"Not fair! What\'d I do this time?\" It was unfair, dentention with Snape. Harry hated doing menial chores.

Snape quirked a rare almost-smile. \"Not nearly enough for my satisfaction.\"

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