Extreme Seduction | By : Elehyn1 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 34279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Thank you Irana Potter-Snape. I’ve
already accepted an offer so I’ve another beta-reader now. It’s really nice from
you to propose me your help. Big kisses. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter too.
Chapter 20 : A. S. S. 2 or Jealousy
What was that sound?
Something wasn't right.
Another sound woke the man
up completely. He opened his eyes and saw... red.
“What’s the hell...?”
Severus stood up and looked
all around his bedroom, grumbling, “Potter!... And Dumbledore, I’me! De! Damn
them all!”
He crossed his room rapidly
and when he emerged in his little living room, he gritted his teeth and
scowlo:p>o:p>
The scent was everywhere. They were everywhere. Single or in
bouquet, red roses were covering everything in his quarters.
Their
symbol.
“Harry” he growled again as
he saw some multi-sized boxes, all in the shape of hearts. He opened one of
them and sighed, “Chocolate... How can I resist?” he added, taking a piece of
chocolate and savouring it.
The brat knew that Severus
loved chocolate. He was using the man’s weaknesses and the knowledges of him to
have his surrender. The boy was very smart, Severus had to admit.
“Prat” he said taking
another chocolate. He had had just the time to put it into his mouth when he
froze.
Another sound. The same
that he had heard earlier.
He pricked up his ears and
concentrated on the noise. Yes, there was something going on outside. Then, he
walked towards his beloved window, opened it and froze once again.
p>
He always had been glad to
not live deeply enough into the dungeons to not have a window but now and for
once, he didn't want it.
If he hadn't had one, he
wouldn’t seen Harry Potter, kneeling in the grass, singing a love song for him
under his window on this sunny morning. Harry Potter, who was looking at him
now, a hand on his heart, love in his eyes and in his words.
“Little brat” grumbled
Severus between his teeth.
12.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>If the boy wanted to make
fool of himself, it was his problem.
“I want to seduce you.” It had been his words when he had came in his bath
yesterday. In his bath...
“He wants to seduce me. He
wants me.” Severus fought the feelings which were beginning to invade him.
Harry was not for him. But Harry was for no one else either, because he couldn’t see - tolerate - the
young man dating someone other than him... “But he’s not for me” he murmured in
a desperate voice, glancing at him.
If Potter was not so
gorgeous. If he was not so sexy. If he was not so intelligent, so adorable, so
hot. If Harry was not so... Harry.
And if he was not his professor... He sighed, burying his face in his
hands.
He sighed again, shook his
head slowly, removed his hands from his head and looked outside.
“Potter!” he cried,
widening his eyes suddenly. He hadn’t notice that Harry had stopped singing and
that he had taken his broom and flown to him, just outside of the window. This normally
inaccessible window, Severus thought
bitterly. But Harry knew his quarters. He knew how to find it... to find him.
“Yes Severus?” asked the
young man, smiling seductively.
“Don’t call me that Potter!
I’m your professor! Not your - lover!”
Severus had insisted in the last wordpurppurpose to remind Harry where was his
place in his life and the behaviour he had to keep towards the man.
“But you have just one word
to say Sev to become mine again.”
‘Stupid boy’ he thought,
taking a deep breathe to try to calm down the fast beating of his heart.
“What are you doing under
my window Potter? You have nothing more interesting to do? Return to your House
immediately! It would be horrible for Gryffindor's chances at the cup if they
lost 200 points!”
“I wanted to say good
morning to my love, and to see if you were doing well. I also wanted to show
you how much I love you, how much I need you.”
Before Severus could do or
say anything, Harrabbrabbed his love’s neck and capture his lips tenderly.
Surprised, he gasped, and the young Gryffindor took advantage of it, sliding
his tongue into his teacher’s mouth. Harry moaned and Severus tried to
withdraw. Harry let him go without protest and grinned at him. Severus could
help himself to feel disappointed to this lack of tenacity.
“Mmmmm, chocolate,”
whispered Harry with a greedy smile. “It tastes so good... unless that it’s
your own flavour.” He licked his lips and purred, “Yes, it’s yours.”
“Ha- Pott-” began Severus,
threateningly.
“Do you like my presents
Severus? I can already see that you have liked my chocolates but the roses
Sev... the roses, did you love them?”
Harry was fixing him with
hunger and love. At this sight, Severus could feel a part of his lower body
react immediately and blushed slightly.
As he was trying to fight
his desire, he didn’t notice that the young man had opened a red box and taken
a chocolate. Harry approached his fingers towards the man’s mouth and saw his
love jumped when the sweet touched his lips. The raven-haired boy slid it all
along the pink skin, on the upper then on the lower lip, and pushed the
chocolate between them, letting his finger enter too.
Severus was mesmerized by
those beautiful eyes. So bright, so green, so... so... full of desire. He
groaned. He didn’t realize that he was licking Harry’s index sensually but did
when the young man gasped his name in pleasure and need. He jumped again and
recoiled but the boy didn’t let him withdraw this time. He put an arm around
his love’s neck and pushed himself against the older man. Severus stiffened but
couldn’t move. His mind was screaming at him to push the young Gryffindor away
althought his heart wanted him desperately.
Very slowly, watching the
man straight into his onyx eyes, Harry put the same index on his own mouth and
began to lick and suck it voluptuously, wanted to catch his love’s flavour once
more in his own skin. Severus swallowed hard and moaned. He was so tight in his
trousers now. Then, Harry let his finger out of his lips and came closer to
him. He stroked the man’s beloved face with his own, eyes closed and Severus
began to shake. It was so tender, so soft, so full of love and care... and he
wanted that so much, since so long. He sighed when he felt the boy’s tongue
wandered on his lips, tasting them, cleaning them of the chocolate and let him
kiss him.
Harry was still on his
broom, half in it, half in the edge of the window but didn’t notice his
uncomfortable position. All he knew was that he was kissing the man he loved
and this man was kissing him back tenderly. He was happy. Truly happy.
In the dungeons, a door
slamed - probably the Slytherins common room’s - and the noise broke the
moment. Severus pushed Harry apart from him softly, caressed his cheek and
said, “Harry, you know that a relationship is impossible between us. I’m your
professor, you’re my student... NO, Harry!” he added as he saw that the young
man was about to protest. “You’re much younger than me. You’re...”
“HARRY POTTER?” yelled the
boy, hurt and on the edge of tears.
Severus opened wide his
eyes and shook his head, “I don’t mind that you’re the son of James Potter but
I have no right to...”
“I love you!”
“You’ll forget me.”
“NO!”
“You’ll find a young man
like you, and it will be better with him than with me.”
“NO! It’s that what you
want? You want me with another man? You want me to sleep with someone else? You
want me to love someone else...?”
Severus pursed his lips and
glared as a huge wave of bitter jealousy invaded him.
“I want you! Only you
Severus! It’s you I love! How many times do I have to repeat that? I’ll never
forget you and I don’t want to!”
“That’s enough Potter!”
“Don’t call me Potter! I
want to hear you call me Harry, like before...”
“‘I want’, ‘I need’, ‘I say’!” sneered Severus harshly.
“You’ve always the word ‘I’ in your mouth! You’re so arrogant and always think
only about yourself, that you don’t see the other’s willings! I don’t want you
in my life Potter! Do I make myself
clear this time! I don’t want you!”
Harry didn’t try to fight
his tears and let them wet his cheeks. Severus sighed and lowered his head a
little. He hated seeing Harry suffer. He folded his arms so he wouldn't reach
out and let the other man back into his heart.
“Go away Potter” he said
with a calm but not cold voice.
“If you want to speak about
you,” began Harry still crying softly. “I can remind you your promises - those
you didn’t keep. Like love me, always. Or don’t leave me, or...”
“Stop Potter!” spat the
man, scowling as he felt guilt and regret creeping in his heart.
“I know you want me and I
want you too” said Harry, his eyes drying.
“That’s right. I want
you... sexually, that’s all!”
“You lie Severus! You know
as well as me that you can’t forget me like me, I can’t forget you... and don’t
want to.”
“In contrary, as you said
Potter, I will! So leave me alone. Forever!” he said as he pushed Harry outside
and tried to close the window.
Harry managed to keep his
balance correctly on his broom, but he was pushing on the glass to keep it
opened, too. “You lie Sev! You won’t forget me, I assure you.”
Severus pushed stronger and
closed it, saying “I will!” And he added for himself, “when Trolls know the
alphabet.”
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“Keep the same behaviour
towards him Harry,” said Hermione at her sad best friend. “But try to avoid
yelling at him... or to say ‘I love you. How many times do I have to repeat
that to you?’ It’s not the best way to
seduce someone you know.”
“Oh ‘Mione, I know but
sometimes it’s hard! I want him so much! When I hear that he doesn’t want me
because I’m young, and because he’s my professor, althought there’s no rule
against us... We were so happy together. I’m afraid that I've lost him
forever.”
“No Harry! Doworrworry.
We’ve seen the way he looks at you every time you’re in the same room as him.
He can’t keep his eyes away from you - sincerely. Keep up our plan. Do what
we’ve said you and you know that we’re here to help... and Seamus too.”
“Thanks ‘Mione” Harry said,
smiling faintly to her.
“Come on” she said,
grabbing her friend's sleeve as the bell rang, and ushered him into their
potions class.
As planned, Harry and Ron
sat down in their usual places but Hermione and Neville took place at Seamus
and Dean’s table. So the two guys sat in the free desk, in front of the raven and
the red-haired boys’.
Seamus winked at Harry who
smiled back. The new A. S. S. attempt would begin.
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“I’m giving you back your
essays, which for most of you were so horrible it makes me wonder if you payed
first years to do it” said Snape sharply, watching at his students with a pile
of parchments in his hands. “I wonder why you are in this class but, in theory,
you had received an O in your potions OWL's. Such question has, unfortunately,
the answer of pure dumb luck. I also wonder why I have corrected those... - Can
I call that work? - very poor essays. It would be quicker for me to grade every
papers with a zero but I remembered that there are some students (he looked at the Slytherins who smiled to him) who
actually want to learn, so I’ve done it. I advise you to read my comments and
try to absorb some of it in your small brains.” He smirked and began to
distribute their parchments.
Hermione looked at Seamus
who glanced back at her and, suddenly, he turhimshimself on his chair to look
at Harry, smiling at him inane. Harry had to pinch himself to not burst into
laughter at the look of the blond Gryffindor’s face. He had the impression that
he had turned back time when he attracted every gay boys or man. Ron giggled
but succeeded to calm down too.
Severus approached towards
them looking at his parchments and said, “Weasley, poor job as usual and...” He
suddenly saw Seamus who was still watching and winking seductively at Harry.
The man stopped still, pursed his lips, and glanced at Seamus then at Harry.“Finnegan!”
he spat fiercely, glaring at the blonde. “Sit down correctly and in front of your desk!”
But Seamus acted as if he
had not heard his teacher’s words. He continued to look at his raven-haired
fellow and smiled at him sensually, licking his lips greedily.
Harry forced him to blush.
It was not difficult. He just have to think at Severus naked in a bed, ready to
be loved by him and... his cheeks flushed. He was playing a shy virgin boy.
Lowering his head and his eyes slightly, a faint flattered smile curling his
lips. He then raised his eyes quickly towards the Irish Gryffindor, looking at
him under his eyelashes.
A glass jar full of thick
liquid exploded in a corner of the class making everybody jump except for
Snape. He looked like he was about to pounce on the blond to kill him. His
breathing was a little bit erratic, his dark eyes were narrowing, evaluating,
threatening and he was clenching his fists convulsively around the parchments.
“Finnegan!” he hissed in a
low, icy, dangerous voice. “I won’t repeat that a third timeal'>. Sit down correctly in front of your own
desk.”
There was a heavy silence
in the classroom and everybody was looking at Seamus who judged that it was
safer, for now, to obey to his professor so he tu him himself again on his
chair and looked straight in front of him.
More or lsatisatisfied,
Snape continued his work and gave back Ron's essay without another scathing
comment. Then he walked towards the broken jar, took out his wand and repaired
the glass shards. After that, he went straight up to Pansy Parkinson to give
her back her parchment.
Harry stared at Hermione
who was fixing him and she smiled, winking at him in success.
“Potter!”
The raven-haired boy
shivered and looked at his potions master, expecting hard comments.
“Potter! Awful work! I
think you should study more, or perhaps read some books about the most simple
ingredients and potions. I knew you didn’t have the level or... the brain
capacity to prepare more complicated potions. Maybe hours of good learning with
extra work should help you to find where are the priorities and not losing your
times in fruitless activities.”
Harry gritted his teeth but
responded nothing. He had understood the insinuation in his lover's words, but
he didn’t want to believe that it was impossible for him to have Severus back.
Harry wanted Severus, and he would have him. Sooner or later.
Suddenly, Harry felt
something hot sliding on his hand. It was Seamus hand. The Irish boy was
looking at him with tenderness and Harry smiled. Another glass jar exploded and
again, everybody jumped.
“Finnegan! Let go of Mister
Potter’s hand immediately!” hissed Snape furiously, scowling at the blond, as
if trying to make him burst into flames.
Seamus took his time to
caress slightly Harry’s fingers and soft skin. The raven-haired boy was
positive, if his friend stroked his hands any longer, Severus would cut Seamus'
hand off.
“Thomas! Your essay!” he
said coldly, stretching his arm to give Dean his parchment which was perfectly
clear and well written. He didn’t take his eyes away from Seamus, who was
eyeing him too, trying not to smile. He nearly burst out laughing when Snape
gave him back his essay, taking an evil pleasure in insulting him badly.
“Malfoy, your essay was
well written, and...” Harry didn’t listen Severus as he was compliment the
blond Slytherin and looked at Hermione who was grinning, showing her thumbs up.
Ron was grinning too.
“I’m very stunned that the
greasy.... I mean Snape,” said the red-haired boy to his friend who had frowned
at the word ‘greasy’. "didn't take off any points from Gryffindor!”
“I think he was too jealous
to think correctly” replied Dean. “He rather wanted to kill Seamus.”
“Yeah” Harry grinned. They
laughed discretely.
“Do you want to make him
die in jealousy, Harry?” asked Seamus, his eyes sparkling madly in
anticipation.
Harry was not reassured. “Er- I dunno. What...?”
“This!” responded the Irish
boy, standing and grabbing Harry’s front robes. He approached his face quickly
to Harry’s and kissed him hard on his lips, moaning loudly.
A glass jar exploded and a
man pounced.
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