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It started as a detention	By : Lisa111 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 12708 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter 1
Harry made his way through the dark corridor cursing himself for not remembering the time for his detention, was it 6pm or 7pm? He had decided that being early was preferable to being late if he wanted to avoid the wrath of the potion teacher and hence he was now hurrying along down to the dungeons.
The reason for his detention was, as always, completely unjustified and the injustice of it all made the young man grit his teeth in anger. As if it wasn’t enough that he still had to meet Snape once a week for occlumency lessons, now he had three nights of detention to look forward to. A quick glance at his pocket watch informed him that if he wanted to reach the door to Snape’s office before 6 o’clock he needed to pick up his pace.
Running down a flight of stairs and turning the last corner, Harry finally saw the door to Snape’s office. He came to an abrupt halt at the door and took a second to straighten himself out; the insufferable professor did loath tardiness. Raising his hand he knocked tentatively on the door. There was no evidence that anybody on the other side of the door had heard him so Harry raised his hand and knocked once more but with the same result. Shit, he thought, maybe the detention was even earlier than he had thought and he was already late.
With a calming breath he tried the door handle and to his surprise the door opened. He took one step forward and then another, but he couldn’t see anyone sitting behind Snape’s desk. The heavy door closed behind him and a low rustling noise made him turn his head to the side, towards the area of the office which held a small sitting area with a couch and a couple of arm chairs. He was standing at an angle from the couch and he could see the side of professor Snape’s head leaning against the backrest of the couch but he did not seem to have noticed Harry entering the study. Perhaps, he had fallen asleep waiting for the late student? Harry felt unsure of what to do but decided he would be better of announcing his late presence than leaving Snape to think he hadn’t showed up at all.
He slowly made his way towards the couch when a movement caught his eye making him realise that Snape wasn’t asleep after all. The professor’s head had moved slightly and from over the armrest of the couch Harry could see the older man’s elbow mowing. “Professor?” Harry said taking the last step around the couch to come into full view of his least favourite teacher.
Snape startled slightly turning his head to the boy with a slightly confused expression, movement on the older man’s lap had Harry turning his eyes downward in that direction and what he saw surprised him to say the least. Professor Snape was sipping up his trousers, clearly tucking something away. Harry quickly averted his eyes and stumbled backwards “Oh, I.. I’m sorry” he managed to splutter out, turning to head towards the door, intent on leaving the man to his business. “You are early”, came the dawdling voice of professor Snape. Harry froze in his tracks.
“I’m sorry professor, I thought I might be late, the door was open, I didn’t mean to... that is... you were clearly…”.
“Well what are you doing walking away you insolent boy? You are here now aren’t you?”
Harry turned around slowly, casting a glance at the professor and found himself standing opposite a man who showed no trace of embarrassment of what had just transpired. “Sorry sir.” Harry slowly started making his way back. He had a feeling Snape could lunge at him at any second, even though the man showed no trace of anything being out of the ordinary.
“I’ve decided we might as well use this time to further you’re skills in occlumency, even though you have showed absolutely no aptitude for the art so far”. Snape suddenly advanced towards the young student, leaving Harry to stumble back against the wall in surprise. “Legilimance” Snape said in a low voice, wand only a few inches from Harry’s face. Harry felt the professor invade his mind as so many times before. He could feel the older man searching, and as always he found what he was looking for. Harry’s mind filled with memories he had spent years trying to forget. Scrubbing aunt Petunias floors while Dudley ran by him laughing with muddy boots leaving fresh footprints for Harry to clean. Failing miserably in school since he knew uncle Vernon would be furious if he attained higher grades than his cousin. Being beaten up in the schoolyard, by Dudley and his gang of friends, as other kids stood by, doing nothing. Having his head dunked in the toilet by Dudley, having his written assignment teared up by Dudley, being looked in his cupboard under the stairs without supper for getting in trouble thanks to Dudley…
Harry felt anger rise up inside him. It wasn’t fair. Why did Snape get to rummage through his painful, humiliating memories? The old git was probably getting a kick out of it, making Harry relive the traumas of his past in front of him. But Harry wouldn’t have it, he started pushing back. Once it came to this point Harry usually pushed back by focusing on a positive memory and thrusting it hard at Snape until Snape could no longer see anything other than what Harry chose to show him. But that wasn’t enough this time. Harry was so angry, felt so humiliated; it wasn’t enough to simply stop Snape from watching any more of his painful memories. He wanted Snape to feel what he felt, he wanted to humiliate Snape like he kept humiliating Harry.
And so he did the only thing he could think of. He focused all of his attention on the resent memories of what he had seen in this office. He pictured Snape clearly on the couch and refused to leave any room in his mind for any other memories. He saw Snape’s head leaning against the headrest, he noticed once again the movement of the professor’s elbow showing above the level of the armrest. He remembered vividly how he had walked the last few steps around the couch and he then zeroed in on Snape’s startled expression and the images of him tucking himself back into his trousers.
Harry could feel that he was succeeding. No more of the painful memories were swirling around in his mind, he could only see Snape on the couch. “Harry”, he could hear the warning in Snape’s voice as it was being communicated into his mind but he didn’t care. Curiosity had gotten a hold of him. Had Snape really been doing what Harry thought he had? Harry imagined rewinding a tape and saw with astonishing clarity how Snape was once again resting his head back on the couch but this time Harry had the vantage point of seeing what he imagined Snape had been doing before he had been interrupted. He saw Snape stroking himself, his lips slightly parting. He saw Snape’s elbow moving up and down as he pumped himself. What did the professor like? He wondered and quickly let his imagination have a freer rein and saw his professor reach his other hand down to cup the balls beneath the, what Harry imagined to be quite lengthy, shaft. The Snape of Harry’s imagination panted slightly and a low moan escaped his lips. What did the potion master fantasise about? The man on the couch sped up his strokes and it was clear to any onlooker that he was nearing completion. Harry was transfixed by the scenario playing out before him, he had forgotten all about humiliating Snape, heck he had forgotten Snape was still in his head. He only wanted to find out what the professor would look like once he climaxed.
“That is quite enough!” professor Snape pulled them both back to reality with such force that they both fell hard against the wall behind Harry’s back, the professors leg pushing between the younger mans and pressing up against what Harry realised was a full erection on his part. He knew instantly that Snape had noticed it too. “Oh” the professor said with amusement clear in his voice “thought you would have a little fun on my behalf did you?”. Harry stared up at the professor’s face in horror and saw a dark gleam in the potion master’s eyes, this could not be good. “Don’t forget Potter, you started this” and with those words professor Snape dived down closing the distance between their lips.
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