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If You Dare	By : Harcopotfoy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 47219 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not make any money from these writings. All charaters and places are JK Rowlings'.

Chapter List
- 1-If You Dare
- 2-Chapter 2
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A/N I know I pretty much never update any of my stories but I'm trying to make up for it by uploading 3 at a time. I'd love to continue this one quickly but it's really difficult to write so I'm not sure when I'll be able to. Anyway hope you enjoy.

Chapter 2 (sorry, chapter titles are hard to think of)

It was like watching a really bad horror movie. I felt detached, but sickened. Had this really happened? My body ached, my skin was red, but I couldn't believe it. Numbed and feeling lost and aloft I made it back to my rooms, and slept the whole of Saturday, Quidditch practice and my friends concerns seeming irrelevant. By Monday I was determined to believe I had imagined it, the whispers of pain gone. By Thursday I was sure it was just a dream. I got detention. I let myself get detention with him to be sure it was a dream.

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The boy tempted fate. And I succumbed to temptation. He wanted it. I think he didn't believe it. I told him silkily I expected to see him in my room after dinner on Friday. He looked hopeful, as though he needed something more than he could say. I intended to fulfil that need.

He was shaking as he entered my office, and I failed to reprimand him. I needed to play this out perfectly. Sent to scrub a cauldron half his height, his arse beckoned me as he bent, I didn't disappoint it long. I sent the gentlest stroking curse I could at it. He jump viscously, whirling around. I snared and asked him if there was a reason for this. I played the game smoothly; just as he was relaxing, I'd send some light touch at him, then look intent on my work, he had no choice but believe his fears were playing with his senses. His fears were sending me wild with lust. Finally I sent a curse to squeeze his cock with everything it had. His squeal was electrifying, and enough to take points. His flushed face as he tried to excuse himself was worth everything. I let him settle and finish cleaning the cauldron; ready to be dismissed.

The final part of the night was completely self indulgence. I knocked him out with a word, lowered his trousers with another, and plunged straight into his waiting hole. A night of torment meant it didn't last long. I healed all that needed healing, but left a tiny feeling that something wasn't right, a feeling he wouldn't notice 'til he got back to his bedroom and was reassuring himself that it was only his imagination which had made the night strange.

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The next week he looked vaguely annoyed at my announcement of his detention, for apparently no reason, but enough doubt must have remained to silence proper protests.

I let him serve in peace. Only near the end of the night did I take my fun. I striped him, moaning at that nearly hairless body, and pushed my cock into his armpit; hot and sticky from cleaning. When I was almost done I covered his tongue with precum, and then removed it with my own tongue. I worked his erection with my hand and lips, it was a different charm I'd used tonight, which let his blood flow, his body function naturally. He came in my hand, and would feel sated when he woke. I came on his chest, not wanting to get used to the feel of an arse which wasn't yet mine.

He left me feeling sated, with a salty tang on his tongue and a slight ache in his cock, but certainty in his mind that he had cleaned and left straight away.

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The next week, Potter didn't bother hiding his anxiety in our Thursday class, which made an excuse easy to find. He walked into detention flushed and determined looking. He left with nipples twinging under his shirt, an extremely sensitive tip on his cock and a single crop mark on his arse.

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The following week I didn't give Potter detention. He looked confused as he left the classroom. I left him alone for a month. When I demanded he come to my office after that month one Friday night he looked like he was going to run away. He came. He stared at me. He cleaned his cauldron and looked around frightened at random intervals when I hadn’t even cursed him. I resisted temptation and let him return to his room without a touch – I was sure his skin would burn anyway.

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Another week, another detention, after cleaning the caldron, I stunned him, stripped him and shaved all of him but his head. Even with the little hair he had he would still feel the itch. I fed him a potion which would make the hair grow back in under an hour, and while he lay twitching and moaning as it itched I used one immobile hand of his to work my cock, panting at the image of that young hand on my member. Once the growth had finished and I had spilt and cleaned my cum from his hair (though it would be a little sticky) I revived him to go upstairs. Once again he would know nothing but a lingering – unscratchable itch – and a mysterious sticky smudge.

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This week he tried to argue with the detention. I told him for his impertinence he would serve one on Thrusday and one Friday. On Thursday he felt the by now familiar caresses – more subtle even than normal – but removed all evidence of fun I’d had after. Friday he was not so lucky. He asked where all the cauldron’s came from that had him cleaning with his arse sticking out, I just smirked at him and told him to hop to it. This time I had placed shrinking solution on the ring of the cauldron; it affected his trousers but not his body. His trousers shrank til they outlined every movement of his arse and must have been caressing his cock ceaselessly. He didn’t comment though, probably fearful it was all in his head or that saying anything would make it worse. After class I used the charm I had used the first week. I lay him on my desk and cropped his chest til it turned red, and then watched as slowly it turned purple after I had stopped. I changed the charm so he could feel but would not remember and then fucked my cock into the redness watching him squirm with every thrust. Apart from skintight trousers he left my office with an inexplicable burning in his chest. I wanted to fuck him very badly.

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Feeling it was almost time to give up the game after the next week’s detention I sent him a dream of how he’d looked as I pushed him to his knees and fucked his gaping mouth. Only in the morning did he taste my seed on his breath.

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Holiday’s came and went and Potter was used four times in a week – he was caught sneaking food from the kitchen. Each time I let him have more sensation: tingling lips, burning throat, stinging backside and finally a prickling cock, all with other small indicators – images on the edge of his mind, a lingering smell, a languid feeling.

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Two more weeks I left him alone. Then finally it was decided. I ordered him to my office. He demanded Dumbledor reassign his detention. He said he would not come. I told Dumbledor he was being difficult and Dumbledor and I cornered him after dinner. Dumbledor asked what the problem was. He looked confused. He said he didn’t know. He said he didn’t want detention. Dumbledor made him come. He came willingly – uncertain of his belief he shouldn't. But when he arrived he refused to clean. He said I’d been playing with his mind. He demanded I tell him what was happening. I told him to drink a potion. He stared at me in silence. I told him the only way to know was to obey me. I heard him murmur, “It can’t be true.” I told him he could leave. He turned his head but held out his hand. He wanted to know everything.

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It was a strange potion I used. It took control of Potter's limbs from him, but not resistance. Potter could stop me moving his arm, but he couldn't move it himself. He could stop me opening his mouth, but couldn't close it. It was a delightful potion. I made sure he was aware of this before I did anything to him. I watched the light gleam in his eyes as it occurred to him as I tried to move his, still clothed, limbs around. Then I hoisted the base of his T-shirt and, after a moment of resistance I was able to pull his arms over his head to remove it. He had to know what was happening. I demanded him to accept it.

I placed his hands over his belt buckle, only to remove them a few seconds later, they came freely, tears sprang to his eyes as he let himself be striped; I clasped his hands around his underpants, and they came away easily too.

I spread his legs apart, lifted his arms above his head and circled him. I touched his cock softly and ran my tongue from his chin up his cheek to his eye, along the line of tears. I moaned loudly in his ear and heard his breathing hike in response. Bringing one of his hands to my hair, I tried to remove it again and it resisted. I moaned and kissed his mouth forcefully, one hand still on his hand in my hair so I could make him grab it and stroke it. His mouth opened willingly and I pulled away to open it further by hand, sliding my fingers inside til they touched the back of his throat, his eyes opened as he recalled the pensieve, wondering if he was foolish for allowing this, but desperately <i>wanting to know, needing to know </i> what he'd imagined, if this was all a dream. I removed my hand and tried to shut his mouth. It remained open for me.

I smirked at him. “You will let me do anything, won't you Potter, you are mine for the taking, let me touch you, abuse you willingly. Don't think I won't. We both know what I am capable, this time you will feel it. And I will never have felt anything as sweet as your surrender.”

He didn't respond. He couldn't respond and I took his hand from my hair, and placed it up in the air with the other one. I whispered a binding spell and ropes came to stretch then higher, bring him to his tip toes. Sliding my hand in his mouth again I made him gag simply because I could, and then I closed his mouth partially, wanting to see saliva run down his cheek that he could not control. I pick up my crop and examined it while watching the fear grow in his eyes. I summoned a riding crop with a thick leather tongue at one end. I used it on his nipples. He could not scream and I was disappointed. Wanting something more satisfying I stripped efficiently and released his hands. I brought them to my cock and massaged myself with them. I licked his dribbling mouth and told him how pathetic he was. I pushed him to his knees and opened his mouth. My cock found a warm cocoon. I tried to shut his jaw painfully on my hardness, it resisted.

Moaning viscously as I thrust in and out of his mouth I knew tonight could not last much longer. I pulled out and pulled him to his feet and then over my desk. I used his hands to spread his arse cheeks, they complied readily – greedy to know what his final disgrace would feel like. I felt his tear on his face and I slicked my hand with his spit, leaving his mouth open for it to pool on the desk. Entrance was smooth, his breath was pained, his erection was unforgiving as I worked it with my hand.

I dress him before removing the spell; stealing kisses and gropes. I let him know he would remember it this time, I let him know there could be more. I left before I removed the spell, he would have no choice but to run to his dorm and force his brain not to overload with what he had just done to himself.

A/N Hope you enjoyed. Please review tell me if you like where it's heading/how likely you think it is that Harry would behave this way instead of running away screaming.
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