What Snape Saw

This is something I wrote years ago - it's so old it was originally posted on fanfiction.net before removed their NC-17 rating! I don't think I'm likely to finish it but I always had people begging for the story to be continued, so I've opened it up to others to add chapters if they are interested in taking it further. Have fun!

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It had been a particularly depressing day for Severus Snape. He had had absolutely no luck in turning his hedgehog into a pincushion in Transmogrification class, and his hands still stung from tending the Lightning Eels in Care of Magical Creatures. At this rate he'd be lucky to pass his N.E.W.T.s at all at the end of the year. At lunch, he had been subjected to yet another practical joke - someone (no guesses who, or whom) had managed to slip a few drops of Bubotuber pus into his pumpkin juice and the resultant mouth ulcers had sent him to the Hospital wing for the afternoon.

Now all Severus wanted to do was to get away from everyone and everything in this horrid place and be alone. Released earlier than he had expected with a warning not to drink anything hot for 24 hours, he barely looked where he was going as he swept down stairs, through hallways, past the drone of Professors and the muffled sounds of classroom activity. Afternoon classes were not yet over, but he knew he would not be missed, not with a medical condition covering him for the rest of the afternoon.

He soon found himself outside, the sun beginning to lower in the cloudy sky and a brisk breeze picking up. He relaxed somewhat feeling the breeze stir his hair and cool the angry, frustrated flush on his cheeks, and his direction now was less clear. Almost aimlessly he found himself headed in the direction of the Quidditch pitch, but then something caught his eye - over by the gardening sheds, a boy walking briskly but cautiously, facing away from him and heading to an archway between two of the sheds. The boy turned and looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was witness to his passing. Snape had managed to be standing conveniently close to a tree and, not wanting to be seen, he slipped behind it. He realised, even with his half-hidden view, that the boy was none other than Sirius Black, and he watched as Sirius turned back, apparently satisfied that he wasn't being observed, and continued through the low archway.

How interesting, thought Snape.

Though the sight of Black had renewed Snapes' desire to skive off and sulk by himself and hate the world and every smarmy high-horsed Gryffindor in it, his curiosity about where Sirius Black was going and what he could possibly be up to got the better of him. Snape stepped lightly and soundlessly out from behind the tree, watching with hawklike eyes for any sign of either teachers or other students. Quickly, he followed where Black had disappeared, and stepped between the two sheds.

The archway led into a narrow passage, the roof on either side overgrown with creeping vines, filtering the cool afternoon sunlight and shadow into a fuzzy greenish tinged haze. As he progressed down the passageway, he heard voices, and he stepped cautiously now, being careful not to make a sound.

"We thought you'd never get here! What was it, that fiesty young McGonagall after your nuts again?" jeered someone in a slightly muffled voice, as if through fabric. Snape stepped closer, straining to hear.

"Ah, give me a break", said a voice Snape recognised as Black's. "I had to fake an allergic reaction to kittens to get away. You're lucky you're not taking that second Transmogrification class with her, it's hell." He heard low chuckles in response and calculated there were at least three people there.

Snape was very close to them now, and he cautiously peered around the corner separating him from the group, his face and body well hidden behind creeping vines which trailed down over a pergola-like structure covering a small courtyard between the sheds. Standing close together were Sirius Black, as expected, and his three Gryffindor cronies: Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, and of course, James Potter. Potter and Black were standing together, the other boys separated from each other, making something of a triangle. He could see Black's and Potter's faces most clearly, and Peter Pettigrews' profile too - Lupin's back was to him but he knew it was Remus Lupin sure enough, having sat directly behind him in Charms for several years.

Snape blinked. He realised, looking down to the boys' robes, that they were all unfastened, thrown back over shoulders and in Potter's case, removed altogether with only a longshirt covering his lanky thin body. His legs were bare, covered in fine dark hairs. Snape looked away, frowning in confusion, distaste and embarrassment. What the hell was going on?

He looked back up, and a tense hush seemed to have settled on the four Gryffindors. Black's eyes gleamed, and seemed to be full of mischief, defiance, and something else Snape couldn't readily identify. Potter leaned against him, casting an arm over his shoulder and eyeing his friend speculatively.

"Go on", murmured Peter Pettigrew. His voice was full of eager anticipation and his shrewish face showed keen interest in the motions of Sirius Black's hands, which were moving toward his robe fastenings. Snape winced in distaste at the expression on the boys face, but felt himself just as strangely drawn to James' hands. They fumbled softly with the cords, his robes pulling aside and then a flicker of reddened taut skin nudged up between his fingers, the tiniest glistening bead of moisture on the indentation in firm flesh. James grinned sideways at Peter, his eyes flickered across to Remus and then almost owl-like his head turned to James Potter, their faces only inches apart. James leaned casually on Sirius's shoulder, and Snape almost gasped in horror as he saw James' free hand sliding under his longshirt, where a suspicious bulge had appeared.

Snape was close to panicking and running - this was too weird and frightening and unexpected and.... and.... and he couldn't tear his eyes away. James Potter brought his somewhat longer, narrow shaft into view, the edges of his longshirt pushed back against his belly by the stroking movement of his hand in several long, deep caresses, the foreskin sliding back with what looked like practised ease. Snape swallowed nervously, his breath quickening and his eyes lifted up to Sirius' face, who was devouring James' motions with an avid gaze, but then looked away sharply. Snape winced and for a moment, fearing he had been spotted, but Sirius looked over instead to Peter, his gaze penetrating.

"You know the rules, Wormtail?" Sirius asked him, his lazy smile deepening into an almost audible sigh, as Snape could see his hand move firmly in a long, even stroke on the flesh it surrounded.

"Y-yes," Peter gasped, and Snape could see sweat break out on the smaller boys' brow. "No stopping and f-first one to .... ", Peter looked nervous, and repeated, " erm... first one to ... ", he mumbled below his breath, obviously embarrassed, "... kneels to the others," he finished erratically, his face flushed. He looked both terrified and enraptured, and Snape watched with fascination as Peter's own hand slipped into his robes, and brought forth the smallest nub that Snape could see - purply-red and leaking a very visible stream of fluid. Sirius' smile deepened, and he nodded slowly. Snape's mind whirled, watching with a rather uncomfortable pressure growing in the region of his groin.

Remus Lupin made a soft grunt, the first sound Snape has yet heard from him, and his hips began to slowly rock - a subtle movement, steady and smooth. The faces of James and Sirius drew his gaze away though, as the two leaned closer together and their hands began to move in unison on their respective shafts, almost as if choreographed. James' eyes slid shut and his head lolled back a little, Snape could see his fingers tighten on Sirius' shoulder and his knees bend slightly. Sirius stayed firmly upright, his hand moving on his own hardness with an inexorable and smooth movement.

Snape looked away, down to his toes, his breath shallow and his heart hammering. This was insane, he never would have expected anything like this - especially not with Potter - he was always with one girl or another, and Black much the same. He'd heard of other boys doing similar things though he'd never really thought it was true - just rumours, teasing his innocent mind, provoking to see his reaction... well, his reaction now was becoming almost painful as his undergarments stretched with the straining excitement within. He was breathless, and so aroused - but he did not dare to make the tiniest movement, lest he be spotted. So he stood, an agony of arousal and heart-hammering fear mingled into an indescribably intense emotion.

Snape breathed in deeply, trying to slow his heart. The atmosphere was becoming musty with the damp of sweat and sex, and when he looked back up at the group he saw the movements of the four boys had become stronger and more tense. Sirius Black was making soft whuffling noises each time he took a gasping breath and his hand was slick now, his penis engorged to a bright bruised red. Peter Pettigrew looked positively desperate, his forehead glistening and his hand moving in short jerky movements on his diminutive but swollen shaft, obviously close to edge and trying despairingly to stave off the inevitable and rapidly approaching point of no return. Lupin's back was shuddering and he was making steady harsh grunts, but Snape could see nothing more of him. James Potter however, appeared still to be quite in control, his firm grip and slow strokes taunting the other boys. Snape watched as James and Sirius looked at each other, the expression on James' face maddeningly sensual as he stroked himself, eyes challenging Sirius to lose control, give in to the all-consuming arousal which Snape also found himself pummelled by.

Suddenly Sirius cried out "Dammit!" his eyes locked fast with Potter's - his hand began flying faster, his teeth clenching and his hair matted down with sweat on his forehead. But before the inevitable moment arrived, Peter began a low whine which rose in pitch rapidly, his eyes mesmerised by Sirius' frantically flailing hand. And before a drop of milky fliud could spurt forth from Sirius's clenching fist, Peter has dropped to his knees, and a short stream of ejaculate burst from the purpled head caught in his tightened grip. His whine became an agonised but ecstatic cry and he pitched forward, his palms breaking his forward fall, a small patch of sticky wetness oozing on the ground between his hands and knees.

Sirius' hand continued flailing and it was only seconds before he too uttered a harsh cry and shuddered to a climax - a thick spurt of fluid gushing out to the ground before him and James.

But then Snape realised that James Potter had slowed his movement, his hand still on his phallus but his expression completely altered, one of mingled horror and delight. Potter was staring *right* at him.

It came with a rush then. Lupin, turning - Sirius, rising and his dark eyes also unfailingly catching Snape's terrified gaze.

Snape realised that as Peter had pitched forward, he wasn't the only one crying out. Another voice had called out in agonised pleasure.

That cry had come from Snape's own lips.


...to be continued...