Anything, Professor Snape

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Anything, Professor Snape


Sixth year Harry Potter stood in front of Professor Snape's desk with his hands clenched into fists. It was not the first time he was told to stay after class, and it certainly would not be the last. The Potions master ignored the hateful eyes boring into him, and pretended to carefully look over the exams that were lying in front of him, infuriating the boy further. After an agonizing silence, he finally looked up. Potter was shaking from rage - just the way he liked him.

“Mr Potter,” he began in a mocking tone - which he knew from experience that it would make the boy livid. “Do you know why you are here?” he said, smirking.

Harry gritted his teeth. “Yes, professor,” he growled deeply. “But sir, it wasn’t my fault! Malfoy…”

“Silence, Potter!” Snape hissed, loving the way the young wizard flinched. “I do not wish to hear your pathetic excuses, nor do I want to hear you blame – once again if I may add - Mr Malfoy for your actions.”

Harry pursed his lips tightly, but said nothing. The older wizard’s eyes gleamed.

“You will have detention every night for a week, starting tonight.”

The boy’s jaw fell open. “Wha...?”

Snape raised an amused eyebrow. “Would you prefer two weeks, Mr Potter?”

Harry clamped his mouth shut, and narrowed his eyes. “No, sir.”

“Seven o'clock, and do not be late,” he said, emphasizing each word.

“Yes, sir,” the boy replied, scowling.

Harry spun on his heels, and proceeded to march out of the freezing classroom.

“By the way, Mr Potter,” Snape called out from behind. “In the future, I would appreciate it if you kept your Gryffindor chivalry outside my classroom,” Snape said nonchalantly.

Harry whirled around so fast that he almost lost his balance. “W-what…? W-what are you t-talking about?” he demanded, stuttering all the while.

Professor Snape glanced up at him with an eyebrow raised, and a smirk firmly in place. He looked back down to the assignments that he was about to grade. Harry held his head up, confident that this man had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, and was only doing this just to get a rise out of him.

“Sir, I have no idea what you are referring to, and I do not appreciate the insinuation,” he stated boldly.

The Potions master looked up, steepled his fingers, and gave him an even gaze. “Mr Potter,” he began calmly. “I am head of the Slytherin house, and it is my job to know the comings and going of each of the students here at Hogwarts.”

Harry’s chin rose higher in defiance.

Snape sighed and narrowed his eyes. “Perhaps you think me ignorant, Mr Potter, but if I do not know what 'I am talking about', then how do you explain for your remark of ‘the insinuation’?”

The boy’s mouth fell open slightly.

“It is understandable, given your young male hormones and all, however, I do not think it’s very prudent for Miss Granger to be involved in such … activities. Especially being Head Girl.”

Harry blinked rapidly. Surely, he didn’t really know, did he? Harry’s lower lip began to quiver. “S-sir...I... we...”

“Very articulate, Mr. Potter. Is there a comprehensible question lying somewhere in your babbling?”

The young boy stood up straight as if he was trying to regain back some kind of composure. Snape laughed inwardly. Potter was so naïve.

“With all do respect, sir, who told you that lie?”

Snape stood up quickly, and Harry flinched. “I am not a fool, Potter,” he snapped. “And if you insult my intelligence one more time, I will be forced to notify Professor McGonagall regarding the two of you and your carnal interludes.”

Harry began to panic. “Sir,” he started, swallowing hard. “It would be very ... awkward if anyone was to find out that she ...”

“What will you do for my silence?” Snape asked, thoroughly pleased with himself.

The boy blanched. “Sir?”

The Potions master walked to the front of his desk, and leaned back with his arms folded casually across his chest. “I asked you what will you do,” he repeated, clearly amused.

Harry looked away and blushed. ‘He’s a Professor,’ he reminded himself. Surely, he wouldn’t ask for anything that was inappropriate, would he? ‘He’s bluffing,’ Harry thought, assuring himself. He looked back at his Professor, and confidently said, “Anything, Professor Snape.”

Snape raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Be careful of your answer, Potter. You’d better be sure.”

Harry thought a moment. Was Snape really serious about this? And what if he was? Would Harry really do anything to protect Hermione’s reputation, and her status as Head Girl? ’Hell, yes, I would!’ his mind screamed. He held his head high. “I’m sure, professor. Anything.”

A tiny smirk crossed Snape's features. “Very well. Approach,” he stated, beckoning him with his hand.

The boy walked stiffly back up to Snape's desk. The older wizard raised himself slowly off his desk, and stood next to Harry, knowing it would make him extremely nervous.

“Remove your robe.”

Harry gaped sideways, eyes widening.

“Did you not hear me, boy?” he snapped.

Potter slowly nodded, then timidly slid his robe off, and held it firmly in his hands, not quite knowing what to do with it. Snape snatched it from him, and tossed it carelessly on top of one of the desks. Harry softly gasped.

“Lower your trousers, Mr Potter, and place your hands on my desk.”

Harry snapped his head over to him, mouth open wide. ‘That will be later, Potter,’ Snape thought, grinning.

He leaned over, and whispered in the young wizard’s ears. “May I remind you, Potter, that you said anything.”

The boy froze for a moment before fumbling with his belt, his fingers unable to cooperate.

“Merlin's blood! Face me, you incompetent child.”

Harry turned rigidly towards his Professor. His professor, for crying out loud! Snape reached out, and ran the pads of his fingertips across the top of Harry’s belt before tugging on the boy’s buckle. The Potions master locked his eyes on the boy’s reddened face, while Harry watched the pale and bony fingers unlatch the buckle, and then released the top button. Snape pinched the zip between his pointer finger and his thumb, pulling it down slowly, and pressed in slightly so that his knuckles pushed against the small bulge. Harry gasped and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Snape twirled him around, and pushed roughly on his shoulders, forcing Harry’s shaking torso to bend over, and Harry’s hands hit the top of the desk.

“Now, lower your trousers, Potter,” he ordered with a smirk.

Harry began to breath rapidly as he reached up with one hand to his trouser, and slowly pushed them down, just past his hip. Snape was behind him immediately, and yanked them down to his knees. Harry gasped loudly, and grabbed the edge of the desk in front of him for balance. He flinched slightly as a cold hand caressed his bum over his pants. Harry jolted forward as a sharp sting hit his backside.

“P-professor?”

Another hard slap. “Silence!” Harry bit his lip. “You need to be punished,” he stated, voice lowering.

One of Snape's hands was rubbing Harry's sore cheek, while the other firmly held onto the boy’s hip.

“Have you ever been punished like this, Potter?”

Slap!

“N-no, sir.”

“Pity,” Snape whispered. He bent over to Harry’s ear. “If you had, you wouldn’t have been foolish enough to get caught.”

Slap!

“Ow! C-caught, sir? I don’t underst-”

Slap!

“Oh, yes, Mr Potter. You see, I’ve watched you and your girlfriend numerous times. Quite educational,” he said sarcastically as he paused to rub the boy’s inflamed cheek.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat. “You...you have?”

“I must say that she’s found a better use for her mouth.”

Potter's body began to shake in anger. “How dare you,” he started, looking back.

Snape abruptly grabbed a fistful of hair, and pulled Harry’s head back. “Tell me something, Potter. Do you honestly think its wise to anger me further at this particular moment in time?”

With his head in an awkward position, Harry could only mouth ‘no’.

The older wizard smirked. “I didn’t think so.” Snape looked down at Harry’s bum. “No, I don’t believe this is working,” Snape mused out loud.

He released his grip on Harry, and jerked his pants down, fully exposing the flaming arse.

“That’s better.”

Harry blushed at the thought of his bits being exposed, but still managed to brace himself for the inevitable strike. And he wasn’t disappointed. Five more swats of Snape's hands struck each of Harry’s cheek, causing him to groan in pain. The older man smirked, and waited for two more beats before adding another stinging smack. Then, Snape pinched it hard and Harry yelped.

Snape had delivered six more hits before realising that his hand was beginning to hurt. He stopped, bent down, and removed the boy’s belt from the trousers, now puddled around Harry's feet, and folded it in two. He watched in amusement as Harry wiggled in anticipation. Snape decided to prolong the boy’s punishment a little more by swishing the belt through the air - close enough that Harry could see it. Harry tucked his chin to his chest and waited.

Finally, Snape lifted the strap, and brought it down with so much force, that Harry cried out in shock. Snape leaned over.

“How many more can you take, Potter?”

Even through the searing pain, Harry knew he was being tested.

“A-as many as you think, professor,” the boy gasped.

“Good answer.”

Harry winced and mentally prepared himself - as if that was possible.

Snape resumed the torment on Harry’s backside in earnest. Harry's knees began to buckle, and his eyes watered from the infliction. A harder strike caused him to lurch forward, and he caught himself from falling face first on to the desk. Resolutely, he pushed himself back into position, and his body shook with silent sobs. After his ass was smacked ten more times, Harry knew he couldn’t take any more. He swallowed his pride, and began to plead.

“Please, professor. I-I can't take any more. Please stop. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please.”

The Potions master stopped and leaned down. “Anything, Mr. Potter.” he reminded the boy, smiling all the while.

Harry paused, took a few breaths, then reluctantly nodded. “Y-yes, s-sir. Anything,” he whispered.

Slap!

“I didn’t hear you, boy,” he hissed, striking again.

“Yes! Anything!”

But as Harry heard the belt drop to the ground, he couldn’t help but sigh in relief. He then felt his professor kneel down behind him. A slow wet tongue trailed up the blazing red cheek, while a hand squeezed the other one hard. Harry squirmed, trying to get away.

“Hold still, Potter!”

The boy’s arms began to tremble, threatening to give out, but he held fast. Harry grunted as sharp nails scraped against his cringing buttocks. Then Snape bit the other.

“Ah…” he groaned, wincing.

Then Snape did something Harry would have never imagined. He rose to his feet, and forced his fingers into the boy’s mouth.

“Suck,” he commanded.

Incredibly, Harry complied, keeping his lips tightly wrapped around them. Snape's fingers pushed in and out of his mouth as if he was face-fucking Harry.

“Yes, I’ve watched you, Potter. Many times,” Snape whispered seductively. “For instance, two nights ago you were outside kneeling in front of none other than Mr. Malfoy. Sucking his cock.” Harry released Snape's fingers and gasped. “Quite the little harlot, aren’t you Potter? Tell me, is young Miss Granger aware of that fact?” Snape asked in a mocked voice.

Unable to speak, Harry could only shake his head frantically.

“Would it stand to reason that you would do anything to prevent her from finding out?”

Harry quickly nodded.

“Excellent. Then lick my fingers as you did Mr. Malfoy’s cock.”

Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He ran the flat of his tongue up and down, saliva running down his chin. When enough was administered, Snape pulled his fingers back, and pried the boy’s cheeks apart with his other hand. He plunged one of the wet fingers into Harry’s hole, causing him to lunge forward once again.

“I believe I told you to hold still,” Snape barked. “Or,” he paused slightly. “Would you prefer more spankings?”

Harry quickly shook his head, then gasped again as another finger joined in.

Snape leaned down, whispering in Harry’s ear. “Have you ever been fucked, Mr. Potter?” he asked, pumping his fingers in and out. Snape was pretty sure the answer was no.

“Oh gods, please,” Harry whispered.

“Answer me, boy,” he spat.

“N-no,” came the shaky reply. “Please, professor. Not …”

“Anything, Potter,” the man reminded him.

“Anything, Professor Snape,” the boy echoed quietly.

Snape grinned and pulled out his fingers causing a moan of relief – or maybe disappointment judging by his unexpected hard-on - from the young wizard. As Snape moved away, Harry shook his head. First blackmailed by Malfoy when he caught him and Hermione together, and now Snape...

Could it get any worse?