The Dungeon Detention
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,186
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Dungeon Detention
Chapter One
Severus Snape prowled in front of his students, glaring in the usual manner. He looked like he was gearing up to begin one of his longer lectures. “Today, you pathetic excuses for human beings,” he began, “we will be learning about The Spill-Your-Most-Closely-Guarded-Secrets-To-Your-Enemy Potion. It is a very dangerous liquid which forces its drinker to seek out their worst enemy and prowl them with secrets until they can prowl no more. Of course, it was often used during the war with the Dark Lord…it is also quite hilarious when used on your classmates, as we will see when I choose a victim…er, volunteer… POTTER!”
Harry, who had been drooling on his desk and not paying attention, had no idea what he was agreeing to when he walked up to the front of the class. Snape thrust the vial of potion into his hand and commanded that Harry drink it. Harry, who is a pawn, drank it immediately. The class waited in anticipation for Harry to speak. However, Harry had no need for words as he silently walked towards Snape, licking his lips, and began to dry hump Snape’s leg.
“Potter,” he said, “What the fuck is going on in your sick mind?”
“I don’t know what’s come over me,” he said, “I think I have some sort of secret attraction to all the people I hate!”
“Well in that case,” Snape said, “I think a detention is in order for you and the young Draco Malfoy.”
Draco, who also wasn’t paying attention (except to the fact that he might have been doing something wrong), simply nodded. He was used to getting in trouble. Snape shook his head distastefully when he realized the small affect his punishment had on the boys.
Harry, who had not yet ceased the humping of Snape’s leg, seemed close to the point of ecstasy. “How embarrassing for you Potter,” Snape said, “although I am not enjoying this, I will not stop you. I cannot wait to see you reach that point of perverted ecstasy in front of your peers.”
“Oh god, I hate you so much…getting harder at the…thought of hatred…”
The class watched in horror for a few moments; silent, unmoving. No one seemed able to find words. Hermione, out of some innate sense of loyalty, attempted to distract everyone. She began to tell one of her parents’ tried and true dentist jokes. “Knock knock,” she said.
“Ugh, nothing gets you soft like loyalty from friends and knock knock jokes,” Harry said, “I’m just not feeling it anymore.” Snape looked vaguely disappointed, but hid his emotions quickly.
“Alright Potter,” Snape said, “And Malfoy. Saturday night, my dungeons …the hook up hour...er, witching hour…er, detention hour. Class dismissed.”
Severus Snape prowled in front of his students, glaring in the usual manner. He looked like he was gearing up to begin one of his longer lectures. “Today, you pathetic excuses for human beings,” he began, “we will be learning about The Spill-Your-Most-Closely-Guarded-Secrets-To-Your-Enemy Potion. It is a very dangerous liquid which forces its drinker to seek out their worst enemy and prowl them with secrets until they can prowl no more. Of course, it was often used during the war with the Dark Lord…it is also quite hilarious when used on your classmates, as we will see when I choose a victim…er, volunteer… POTTER!”
Harry, who had been drooling on his desk and not paying attention, had no idea what he was agreeing to when he walked up to the front of the class. Snape thrust the vial of potion into his hand and commanded that Harry drink it. Harry, who is a pawn, drank it immediately. The class waited in anticipation for Harry to speak. However, Harry had no need for words as he silently walked towards Snape, licking his lips, and began to dry hump Snape’s leg.
“Potter,” he said, “What the fuck is going on in your sick mind?”
“I don’t know what’s come over me,” he said, “I think I have some sort of secret attraction to all the people I hate!”
“Well in that case,” Snape said, “I think a detention is in order for you and the young Draco Malfoy.”
Draco, who also wasn’t paying attention (except to the fact that he might have been doing something wrong), simply nodded. He was used to getting in trouble. Snape shook his head distastefully when he realized the small affect his punishment had on the boys.
Harry, who had not yet ceased the humping of Snape’s leg, seemed close to the point of ecstasy. “How embarrassing for you Potter,” Snape said, “although I am not enjoying this, I will not stop you. I cannot wait to see you reach that point of perverted ecstasy in front of your peers.”
“Oh god, I hate you so much…getting harder at the…thought of hatred…”
The class watched in horror for a few moments; silent, unmoving. No one seemed able to find words. Hermione, out of some innate sense of loyalty, attempted to distract everyone. She began to tell one of her parents’ tried and true dentist jokes. “Knock knock,” she said.
“Ugh, nothing gets you soft like loyalty from friends and knock knock jokes,” Harry said, “I’m just not feeling it anymore.” Snape looked vaguely disappointed, but hid his emotions quickly.
“Alright Potter,” Snape said, “And Malfoy. Saturday night, my dungeons …the hook up hour...er, witching hour…er, detention hour. Class dismissed.”