Cooperation

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns these characters and rights.

The chill of the overcast fall day was creeping though Professor Snape’s robes as he stalked through the outdoor gardens around the greenhouses. The light was fading as dusk set in, but Snape didn’t pay any attention to the orange setting in across the sky. Rain earlier in the day may much of the paths and flower beds muddy, and he was carefully by-passing the puddles, not allowing his robes to skim the mud.

Abrupt changes in Voldemort’s activities had him worried, and he had left his usual dungeon habitat to pace in between the flower beds and organize his thoughts. Draco Malfoy’s recent defection to the side of the light also occupied much of his thoughts, and plans for keeping the young man safe were running though his mind. Voldemort had been furious with the betrayal of his second generation follower, and had lashed out at the muggle community. The Order had been hard pressed to protect the families of muggleborns.. The stress of balancing his position as a spy with communicating Deatheater movements to Dumbledore was taking its toll on the potion master.

The plant life, while fading in anticipation of the coming winter, still offered some beauty and Snape took a moment to glance at his surroundings. He was desperate for a distraction from his thoughts and, continuing his walk, soon found it. Striding around a bend in the path though the rose garden, the sound of muffled grunts reached his ears and he saw a row of hedge roses shaking.

Smirking to himself, Snape glided over to the trembling bushes, anticipating interrupting some juvenile attempt at romance. Silently he rounded the bushes and stopped in surprise at what he found.

Instead of some amateur fumbling between lusty teenagers, two boys were rolling on the ground, disturbing the bed of roses and uprooting some smaller plants. Their movements were anything but romantic, and the two dirty heads of hair were easily identifiable. Malfoy was pinning his opponent to ground and doing his best to both hold the other boy and land a punch on his face. His opponent, bleeding from the nose and sporting scratches over his face, was Potter. The fight appeared to have started as a duel, judging by the wands on the ground, before taking a more physical route.

“What is the meaning of this?” Snape hissed, casting an immbolizing spell on the two young men, taking them by surprise. Their faces, covered in mud and leaves in their hair, were frozen in expressions of anger and hate. “While your teachers and fellow students are preparing to fight battles with dark wizards, you two idiots are fighting within your own ranks?”

Caught in the spell, Harry could only blink his eyes as horror set in, replacing the anger that was quickly vanishing. He had bumped into Malfoy while on his way to the Quidditch fields, and sharp words and sharper hexes had escalated into fists. Before he knew it, he was rolling in the flower beds, doing his best to damage the Slytherin’s face and cool demeanor. Being caught by Snape and facing his wrath was just fulfilling one of his nightmares.

“Potter, you arrogance, like your father’s, will get you killed. You cannot think beyond your trivial rivalries. The Dark Lord is trying to kill you and half the population of Hogwarts, yet you have to start a petty fight?”

Harry flushed with renewed anger, especially at Snape’s assumption that he had started the fight. He was surprised with Snape then turned his ire on Malfoy.

“And you idiot child, is it not enough that the staff of Hogwarts is scrambling to protect you, not only from the Dark Lord, but from your own father? And this is how you repay our efforts? By not only going against the order to not antagonize Potter, but by destroying Professor Sprout’s prize rose beds, wrestling like a common muggle?”

Eyes glittering, Snape glared at both of the angry teenagers. He was not a nice man, as evidence by his day to day teaching strategies. Had he been nice, and not given to certain tendencies, he certainly not have joined the Deatheaters nearly two decades before. His aggravation with the two students began to change to a more base emotion. Admiring the two forms on the ground, green and grey eyes focused on him angrily and chests heaving as they panted in frustration, an idea was born. A small, slow smile touched Snape’s lips. A lesson needed to be taught, and he would enjoy being a teacher for once. And take advantage of this situation to provide himself with a little distraction as well.

“I think some instruction on how to work with your allies is in need” he said smoothly, summoning the two discarded wands and pocketing them. Levitating the still immobilized students, he cast a quick Notice-Me-Not charm on them and was soon striding towards the Quidditch field, the hovering forms floating behind him.

Entering the Slytherin locker rooms, Snape made sure the rooms were empty before shutting and locking the door. He directed the floating bodies into the shower room under a spout and, leaving them in the elevated state, released both the immobilizing and levitating spells. The two boys hit the ground, knocking against each other and the wall and gasping as the breath was knocked out of them.

While the two boys were struggling to re-inflate their lungs, Snape cast a quick series of spells, locking and warding the bathroom door, then stripping the two young men and banishing their clothes.

Potter was the first to recover, heaving him self to his feet and glaring at Snape, his anger overcoming his embarrassment at being naked in front of his potions teacher.

“You can’t do this!” Harry shouted, indignant. His tirade was cut short as Snape gave a small chuckle.

“You’ll find that I can.” Snape said easily. “You are naked and unarmed. You are locked in a bathroom. What are you going to do? Had you even paid the slightest attention in your lessons, you would not be in this situation. Never abandon your wand. Always be aware of your surroundings. Since, in your stupidity, these lessons have been ignored, you will now pay the consequences.”

Harry flushed with impotent rage, the redness of his skin extending from his face and down his chest. Snape allowed his eyes to following redness downward before moving to the blond. Malfoy was recovering his demeanor and, not fazed by his lack of clothes, drew himself up.

“Wait until my...”

“Father hears of this?” Snape cut in smoothly, watching Malfoy deflate before his eyes. The amusement of damaging the boy’s pride showed in his smirk. “That avenue is closed, wouldn’t you say? Now, I think the lesson should begin.”

The only sound in the bathroom was heavy panting, as both young men struggled to resist both the urge to cover themselves and the urge to strike out at their teacher.

Snape allowed another smile to touch his lips. He had not been so entertained in years. Conjuring a comfortable chair, he sat down, his wand still trained on the two young men.

“Start a shower, Potter.” he ordered. The Gryffindor looked at him blankly, caught off guard.

“What?” Harry stuttered. Snape’s eye narrowed in impatience.

“You have been rolling around in a bed of dirt. You are dirty. Start the shower. Now.”

Potter’s confusion was reflected in his green eyes, but he stiffly did as he was told. He turned and started the closest shower, turning the knobs so that steam was quickly rising in the room. The steam soon fogged his glasses, the smudges of dirt standing out on the lenses.

“Very good,” Snape approved, allowing his eyes to again glide over young skin and muscle. This time Potter did try to cover him self with his hands, humiliation causing a full body flush this time. Anticipation curled in Snape’s stomach, and arousal start to make itself known. He turned his attention to his student.

“Now, as you two cannot seem to work together and find a common ground, we shall start with something you both have in common.”

The boy’s eyes slid towards one another before returning to face him. Snape smirked.

“Bathing.”

Potter looked horrified and Malfoy disgusted. Snape summoned a washcloth and soap from a nearby cabinet and tossed them to Malfoy. The boy caught both objects and looked at them quizzically.

“Start” Snape nodded at the Slytherin student. Watching the boy soap up the cloth, he may a dissenting noise as Malfoy moved to wash himself.

“No. Wash Potter.” Snape instructed and Malfoy turned to him, shock on his face and beginning to splutter a refusal. Snape’s glare turned icy.

“You two will learn not only to work with one another, but willingly and without refusal. Since you have not learned to do so in class, you will now do so here. Begin!” Snape said, his voice growing louder and colder with each word. Malfoy stiffened, but did not refuse again. He mechanically turned towards Potter and raised the washcloth. Potter instinctively took a step backward, but stopped when Snape turned his glare on him.

Draco held the washcloth with his right hand and used his left to hold Harry’s arm. He felt the firm skin twitch under his grasp. Stoically, he stared at the skin he was cleaning, refusing to think who he was bathing and that he was being watched. Moving the washcloth over the right arm and to the chest, he became mesmerized at the site of dirt being swept away and clean skin emerging.

Moving the cloth over dusky nipples, Draco returned to awareness at hearing Harry’s breath catch. Beginning to enjoy himself, despite his voyeuristic teacher, he repeated the action. He was a true Slytherin, and would take advantage of this situation while he could. His sexual orientation was not in doubt and was firmly fixed on the same sex. Playing with the boy-who-lived was a opportunity he would not miss.

Snape smiled internally as he watched Draco swipe the cloth over Potter’s nipples again. The nubs grew hard in response to the stimulation and Potter flushed yet again. Draco’s actions became smoother, gliding over the skin of Potter’s abdomen, teasing around his pelvis and then back up to the other arm. Potter shuddered as the cloth passed over an obvious sensitive spot and the Gryffindor bit his lower lip.

Continuing to move the cloth, Malfoy dropped the arm he held and reached up to pull off Harry’s glasses. Unfocused green eyes followed his movements as he moved over the nipples a third time. Harry’s pupils dilated and this time a groan followed the movement.

Harry was horrified at his own response. This was not only another boy causing his reactions, but Malfoy! And with Snape watching! While Harry had doubted that he was attracted to females alone, this was a wake up call to his own orientation he didn’t want. But the cloth felt good across his skin as the passion and anger from the fight turned to arousal. He flushed darker as he began to respond in another way.

Snape leaned back in his chair and adjusted himself. He could see the Gryffindor was becoming half hard as Malfoy stepped closer to move the cloth over his shoulders. The Slytherin student was doing a better job than Snape had imagined as the blond fell to his knees and began moving the cloth up Potter’s legs.

Draco teased the cloth up the inside of Potter’s thighs and then around his hips, smirking as the cock in front of him became harder. He moved around the groin and then abandoned the area, choosing to stand and move to the Gryffindor’s back. His breath ghosted across the back of Harry’s neck and Potter’s head fell forward, another groan wrenching from his throat. He swiftly moved the cloth down the back of Potter’s legs and finshed over firm buttocks.

Snape leaned forward in his chair, fixated on Potter’s obvious arousal. As Draco moved to step back from th other boy, Snape made another dissenting noise. The students looked at him, obviously having temporarily forgotten his presence. He hissed at the boys, “Clean all of him.”

Staring for a moment at his Head of House, Draco’s shock turned to anticipation. He moved back the front and, staring at Potter directly in the eyes, grasped the now fully hard cock in the cloth. Harry moaned loudly and began to pant as the Slytherin moved his hand up and down, gently cleansing both penis and balls.

Grunting noises were escaping without conscious control as Harry fought his body’s natural responses. Shame was being battled out with pure lust. He knew this wasn’t right, but he began to want it. Even the thought of being observed was not decreasing his need. He could feel his arousal escalating and the hand on his cock became more aggressive. He was now thrusting into the movement of the cloth, eager to reach a peak. Seconds before orgasm, he felt band wrap around the base of his cock, denying his pleasure. Head snapping up, he looked first at Draco, who was panting as well, then at his potion’s teacher. In his preoccupation, he had missed the subtle movement of Snape’s wand.

“Now, now, Mr. Potter,” Snape chastised, his own arousal tenting beneath his robes. “You wouldn’t want to deny Mr. Malfoy his own cleansing, would you? You wouldn’t want to be...premature in finishing.”

Harry glared as much as he could at his professor. In another life, at another time, he would have been dying of humiliation, but at this point his arousal had eclipsed other emotions, other needs. Roughly grabbing the flannel from Malfoy’s hand, he jerkily rub the cloth, causing the suds to reappear once again. He looked up angrily at the Slytherin, every movement exquisite torture to his throbbing cock.

Spreading his arms, Draco invited the Gryffindor to start cleaning. He felt he had entered an alternate dimension and may as well enjoy himself. He watch as Potter forced himself to move forward. Harry grabbed his right arms and began stroking the cloth up and down.

“You can do better than that, can’t you, Potter?” He whispered as Potter dropped the now clean arm and moved onto his chest. Using his free arm, Draco grasped the hard shaft in front of him and resumed a pumping motion, moving his thumb over the slit and spreading precum around the head. Harry gasped and his movements faltered. Out of the corner of his edge, Draco saw Snape move to the of his seat and slip a hand through his robes.

Harry swallowed hard and resumed his motions. He felt feverish and could not catch his breath. The perpetual state of arousal with no relief was making his limbs shaky and his knees weak. Gathering his strength around him, he met Malfoy’s eye and pull the cloth away and his cock from the other boy’s hand. Moving around the Slytherin, he pressed up against his back, allowing his cock to nestle in the crack of the other boy’s buttocks. He reached around and once again began strokes down the body, allowing the stroking movement to slide his cock back and forth. For the first time in his life, Harry wanted to bury his cock deep in another’s ass. He had never wanted anything more at this time. His movements spread up and became harsher, moving to the Slytherin’s penis, hard and aroused in his nest of blond curls.

Snape had abandoned any sense of detachment and was avidly watching the movements of the two young men. His own hand was stroking his shaft in time to Harry’s movements. In his wildest dreams he would not have imagined such as choreographed response. The boys were beautiful, a graceful movement of pure lust. He leaned back once again, spreading his own legs wide and allowing a groan to emerge.

Draco threw his head back and thrust into Potter’s hand, then pressing back hard against the throbbing cock so near his hole. Reaching behind him, he grasped Harry’s hip and pulled him forward, grinding himself backwards.

Harry had abandoned any pretense of cleaning and the cloth dropped to the floor. Digging his fingers into the Slytherin’s pelvis, he rutted fiercely , wanting to penetrate but knowing in the back of his mind that he was not prepared, not only mentally, but physically. Even he, inexperienced with men as he was, knew Draco would require lubrication.

His hand frantically matching the pace of the boys in front of him, Snape blindly grabbed for his wand and released the band on Potter. A howl was released from the Gryffindor’s throat as he spun Malfoy around pinned him against the wall. Their mouths met with a clashing of teeth and tongue, biting and thrusting, hands scrambling for their companion’s cock with desperateness for completion.

There was a brief second of silence, of stillness, then both young men orgasmed, spilling seed into the crevasse between their bodies. Hold onto one another, they slid together down the walls, legs weak in the aftermath.

At the site of their joint orgasm, Snape reached his own peak, spurting into his trousers as he had not done in years. He slumped back in his chair, his hand lazily moving and milking every last sensation. He opened his eyes to seen the two students still on the floor, the water from the shower pouring over them, legs entwined.

Recalling himself, Snape waved his wand, muttering a cleaning spelling and conjuring the boy’s clothes back. He banished the chair and stood on slightly weak legs. Doing his best, he sneered at the two recovering boys.

“I trust there will be no more need for ... lessons. Detention for you both Monday night.”

With that, he turned and strode out the now unlocked doors.

Harry groaned as he moved to untangle himself from Draco. He was too satiated to feel embarrassment and snorted at Snape’s comment. Gingerly meeting the other boy’s eyes, he found a mixture of trepidation and amusement.

“I think that Snape may need a ‘lesson’ during our detention.” Harry suggested, closely watching the Slytherin’s reactions. Draco allowed a grin to form.

“Yes, I definitely think we need to let him know how well we could work together, now” the blond responded.

The Slytherin and Gryffindor grinned at one another