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Infinity

Chapter Three: The Third Hit

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�So, tell me about your meeting with our dastardly villain, Severus,� Albus Dumbledore requested politely as he leaned back in his large armchair behind his desk. Severus didn�t miss the twinkle in the man�s eye that he saw gleaning at him through his half-moon spectacles. He looked as if he knew everything already.

�He wants me to locate information for him concerning a drug. He�s told me that he believes that whomever takes the drugs becomes a love slave to the person they have sex with first after taking said drug. I believe he wants information on it so that he can give it to his followers to use and amass an army. If the affects of the drug are as he says they are, it wouldn�t be hard for someone to slip a person the drug, rape them and then have them at the Dark Lord�s will.�

Severus was seated in the much less plush chair opposite of Dumbledore. He had already looked into the drug and saw that information was scarce. There were no articles in the paper, nor was information concerning it in any books on Wizard Drugs.

Although, through a contact in the Ministry, Severus was able to learn quite a deal about Infinity. The reason why it wasn�t publically known was simply because it was so dangerous and how do you keep something from getting around? You don�t let anyone know that it exists. This was an amazing situation.

�Is that so? How easy would he find it to get his hands on a large quantity of this drug?� Dumbledore asked curiously. The twinkle in his eye was still there, although it was certainly not as obvious as before.

�Quite difficult, but if the Dark Lord wants it, then I�m sure nothing will stop him. It�ll be very hard and exceedingly expensive. But I�m sure that nothing will stop him if he desires it and his followers will be more than happy to get it for him.�

Dumbledore nodded his head. �Thank you, Severus. Keep me posted.�

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Harry awoke with a headache. It hurt to open his eyes and he felt as though he�d been sucking a lemon all night. The high he had gone to sleep with was definitely no longer there.

He didn�t rise immediately. In fact, the headache was enough for him to watch to skip his first class and try to sleep it off. However, his first class was Transfiguration and if he weren�t in his seat or the Hospital Wing, McGonagall would see that he had detention, and Harry couldn�t risk his detention with the Potion�s Master.

After deciding that lying there wasn�t going to make the headache go away, he forced himself up. Ron was already nearly ready and speaking with him about the homework that was due for Transfiguration.

Harry�s mind reeled for a moment. Homework? They had had homework? He thought for a moment, but heaved a sigh of relief as he remembered that he had actually gotten the work out of the way the day it was assigned. That was odd for him, but he was glad he had done it.

But this also began to bring other thoughts to his mind. He hadn�t done any of his school work in the last two days. He winced as he thought about it. He needed to get it done. He supposed that instead of fooling around with Ron, Dean, and Seamus as he had been planning too, he�d hunker down with Hermione in the Common Room and get to work. He couldn�t risk not doing the work and getting not only house points removed and a low grade for the class, but also the fiendish thought of having detention with someone other than Snape floated into his mind.

Pulling on his robe, Harry paused automatically when he realized that he had Potions as well today. His Friday Potion class was two hours long. Two hours to sit in the room and pretend that none of what had been going on between the two of them had ever happened. Two hours to agree with Ron and Hermione�s remarks about the man. Two hours to sit in the room where the two had done the naughty things that still replayed themselves in Harry�s mind.

He tensed. Perhaps he should feign sick today. No, then Snape wouldn�t be happy with him. But what other choice did he have?

�Ron, I�m feeling simply awful,� he said as he plopped back down on the bed, just finished getting dressed.

Ron looked up from where he had been loading his book bag with a few textbooks and some paper to Harry. �You do look a bit peaky. I heard you tossing and turning all night. I woke up the go to the bathroom and I heard you panting in your sleep. Must�ve been hain� some awful nightmares, mate.�

A flush colored the teen�s features before he nodded his head. �Yeah, I guess you could say that.�

�Well, are you going to tough it out or are you going to be a pansy and go to the hospital wing?�

�Thinkin� about bein� a pansy.�

�I don�t blame you,� Ron said with a chuckle as he hoisted his bag over his shoulder. The room was clear all for but the two friends now.

�Well, I�ll tell �Mione. We�ll come by to see you during lunch,� he said as Harry joined him by the door, handing him the homework that was due today. �Wish I could walk you to the Hospital Wing, but McGonagall will pitch a fit if I�m late again, even for helping you.�

Harry grinned. �That�s fine. Just bring my books with you when you come to see me if you could.�

�Jeez, Harry. You shouldn�t be thinking about homework right now. Think about getting better,� he said with a roll of his eyes as the two descended the staircase.

�Just bring it. Because of those detentions with Snape, I�m behind on homework. I really need to get to work, with or without the headache.�

�You sound like Hermione. But I s�pose you�re right. I still can�t believe that greasy git is giving you detention. I mean, what do you want with his ingredients? It�s not like you need them and we haven�t pinched ingredients since second year.�

Harry nodded as the two stepped through the portrait hole. The light was beginning to make his eyes sting �Yeah, but there�s not I can do about it. Dumbledore will just tell me to lump it.�

Ron gave an exasperated sigh and turned away from Harry. �Well, I�d go talk to him I were you.�

�I�ll bring it up when I see him next,� he lied as he began to walk in the direction opposite of Ron.

As he walked, his thoughts to Snape. Would going to see Madam Pomphrey get him out of his detention tonight? No, he doubted it. The man would probably come in and demand that he come to their detention. Well, that�s what Harry hoped Snape would do.

�Potter!�

Harry�s body automatically paused at the voice that rang through the hall. Was it really him? Why was he here? Weren�t they supposed to pretend that none of this was happening?

Turning around, Harry looked at Severus Snape, who was a good thirty meters behind him. �Yes, sir?�

�Where do you think you�re going?�

Harry opened his mouth, intent of asking him the very same question, however he held his tongue. He didn�t want to anger the man. �I have a headache, sir. I was going to go to the Hospital Wing to get a potion for it.� His voice was slightly annoyed. He didn�t care if Snape knew he were annoyed.

�No. You aren�t. You�re going to go back to your room. You�re going to get your books and then you are going to go to class.�

Harry�s eyes narrowed at the man searched for a retort. He didn�t want the man to become upset with him, in fact, he was holding back the rather strong urge to obey the man, but he didn�t want to suffer the headache.

�Sir, my head is killing me. Professor McGonagall will just send me to the Hospital Wing if I show up and can�t do the classroom practice.� Harry hoped that succeeded to convince the man to just let him go. Why didn�t he want him to go?

That was when it hit him. Madam Pomphrey would know that he was under the influence of a drug if she were to run any kind of test on him. Snape didn�t want her to know.

He looked up into the Potion�s Master�s dark eyes. The man�s eyes were gazing at him intently as he was obviously trying to think of an answer.

�Follow me, Mr. Potter,� Snape drawled as he strode passed him toward the hospital wing.

The Gryffindor followed behind the man in silence. He kept his eyes pulled to the floor. He didn�t want the man to get angry with him again for looking at him.

Once they arrived at the large room, Harry noticed that they shared the room only with the Med-witch.

Snape walked over to the grey-haired woman. �I�ve been told by Dumbledore to tend to Mr. Potter. He has a headache and requires a potion to relieve it.�

Madam Pomphrey glanced back at Harry. �I think I should check him out first, Severus. He looks ill; he might need something more.�

�No. Only a headache potion, Madam.�

�You aren�t a Medi-Wizard, Severus. There might be something wrong with him!� she said as she placed her hands on her hips in anger.

�Take it up with the Headmaster on your own time. For now just give me the potion and if the Headmaster complies, you�re free to have Harry pulled out of class at any point in the day.�

The woman narrowed her gaze before she turned and walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a corked bottle. She handed it to the Potion�s Master and folded her arms. �I will speak to Professor Dumbledore about this, Severus. I don�t appreciate you telling me how to do my job.�

�Very well,� the man said in an uncaring tone as he turned to face Harry. �Come along, Mr. Potter.�

Harry jumped and followed after the man.

�T-thank you, sir,� he muttered as soon as they were out of audible reach of the Hospital Wing. He wished he could�ve questioned the man. Why was he so sure that Dumbledore would agree with him about this? He felt slightly sick at the thought of Dumbledore condoning what Snape was doing to him. That couldn�t be what was it, could it?

Snape paused and forced the bottle into his hand. �Drink it and go to class, Mr. Potter. Do not arrive early tonight.�

Harry nodded and uncorked the potion before downing it. Snape was gone by the time he swallowed the smooth liquid.

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The Gryffindor sat across from Hermione. The headache was certainly gone, but not the thoughts of what Dumbledore knew about the situation or the embarrassment he had suffered from Potions.

Potions class had been particularly awful. He had caught himself staring at the desk that he had been pressed against just the night before when he had been in a rather intimate moment with the man. However, the embarrassing moment hadn�t come until he caught himself staring at the back of Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin was seated in the table that Snape had taken him against the first time.

The thoughts were certainly making Harry rather excited, which became obvious to more than he when Draco turned and saw him staring at his back.

�What�re you staring at, Potter?� he had said, an amused sneer on his face. He glanced down and saw the black-haired teen�s excitement and chuckled. �Am I giving you an erection, Potter?�

Luckily, Snape had been in the room and told Draco to hush and turn around and finish his work, but the amused stares from around the dungeon for the rest of the class and the giggles and laughs he got once he left the room were probably the worst part of it.

�Finished yet with the problems, Harry?� Hermione asked, shaking the teen from his thoughts.

He sighed. �Sorry, �Mione. I�m nearly finished.� He picked up his quill once more, setting to work. He still had History of Magic homework to finish after this.

�No, you�ve had a rough day, Harry. I understand. Do you need any help?�

�No, I�m good at the moment,� he said as he scribbled a half-right answer on his paper. Hermione had already offered to go over and correct his homework, so as long as he knew he was practically correct, he wasn�t worried about it.

�Do you want to talk about it?�

Harry looked up at the bushy-haired girl. �Talk about what?�

�What�s been bothering you, perhaps? Has Snape told you how long these unfair detentions are going to last? I hardly think it�s fair that he�s blaming you for this, Harry. It�s beginning to cut into your social life, for heaven�s sake! You haven�t had time for Ron and I in the last two days.�

�I don�t know, Hermione. He doesn�t talk to him and when I talk, he just deducts house points and tells me to get back to work,� he lied. He wondered if the drug use was going to begin to become apparent soon. The headache he awoke with was just the beginning. He was simply lucky that he wasn�t craving the drug just yet.

�It�s unfair. I suppose you have detention tonight as well?�

�Yes, Nine o�clock.�

Hermione dropped her quill. She took a slow breath and a light red color rose to her cheeks. �Harry, don�t be angry with me, but may I ask you a question?�

He gave her a hard look, �Go on.�

�Do you� have feelings for Draco Malfoy?�

Harry stared at her and began to bark a laugh. Hermione gave an indignant look. �It�s a valid question, Harry!�

It took a moment for Harry to calm down and he shook his head. �No, Hermione, I don�t like Malfoy. Shoot me if I ever do. Just whip out your wand and cast the killing curse.�

The flush on Hermione�s face intensified. �Well, I�ve read that� men can get excited from nowhere. I suppose it�s true.�

Harry sighed lightly and shook his head. �Supposedly. I don�t think I can think of a reason behind it.� The biggest lie he had told her today.

��Let�s just finish our work.�

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At nine on the mark, Harry was standing outside of Snape�s bedroom. He had ended up bringing up the Maurader�s Map with him once he realized that he had no clue as to where the man�s room actually was.

He knocked tentatively, a nervous knot in his stomach. The headache had been coming back with a vengeance for the last hour, but he had worked through it knowing that soon he�d be with Snape and that the man would fix it for him.

Harry�s hand dropped to his side in mid-knock. He was looking forward to this. He was looking forward to meeting Snape now. He realized now that he too wanted to take another hit of Infinity. He gritted his teeth. He was letting this happen to him. He knew he could fight this. He could turn around and go to Dumbledore�s office and plead with him to call the Aurors. To do something. Send him to St. Mungo�s to get better. He wasn�t too far gone yet and he knew it.

The Gryffindor held his breath. It took every ounce in him to turn away from the door. He had to stop this. He was only three days in and he was ready to lie down for Snape. He had to get away before he couldn�t any longer.

His body screamed for him to go back to the door. He fought the urge to throw open Snape�s door and apologize and beg for forgiveness for even thinking about disobeying the man. But he kept walking. He had to fight it.

�Enter.� Snape�s voice rang down the hallway and a shudder ran through Harry�s body. He closed his eyes and continued to walk, his body stiffer than it had been a moment ago. He wished now that he had brought his Invisibility cloak. If Snape were to open the door and call to him, he didn�t know if he could fight it.

However, according to Murphy�s Law, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong and not even a moment later, Severus Snape cracked open the door to his room, dressed in nothing but a robe.

�Where do you think you�re going, Mr. Potter?�

Harry�s body involuntarily froze. �I can�t come in, s-sir.�

�Why ever not?�

�Because I don�t want this,� he said and he forced his leg to take another step away from the man.

�It�s not about that you want, Harry.� His voice wasn�t cruel or cold. It was soft. There was a strange sense of understanding behind those words.

The use of his first name caused the teen�s knees to buckle. He fell to his hands and knees and unwillingly glanced back at the man, who hadn�t moved from the door way. He just stood there, a scowl on his features and his arms folded.

�Please, sir. Don�t make me come to you tonight. Please just let me go back to my room. I�ll tell them that you rescheduled the detention. Please.� Tears were threatening to fall down Harry�s cheeks at the moment. His body wasn�t moving.

�Mr. Potter, stand up and come here. I�m in no mood to listen to this.�

Harry choked a cry as he stood and felt his body begin to move toward the man of its own accord. He couldn�t help it. Even though he wanted more than anything to leave, he wanted to go to Snape just as badly.

Once the door was closed behind them, Snape looked at the boy. �Stop crying.�

The teen held his breath, hoping that it would do good to stop the tears.

�Come to me, it�s time for your Infinity,� Snape said as he sauntered over to the desk. Harry stifled a cry and nodded his head. The man raised his wand to the door and uttered a few charms. Harry guessed they were to sound proof the song.

Harry took a step in the man�s direction when the man tutted him. �Crawl to me.�

The teen looked away and balled his hands into fists. He gave a fleeting glance to the door and wondered if he could get through the door before the man could immobilize him.

�I�m waiting.�

�I�m not going to crawl to you, Snape. A-and I�m not going to take the drug tonight,� Harry said softly as he fought the urge to give in. He gritted his teeth and kept his eyes trained on the rug by the man�s bed.

�You�re not?� Snape said, a slightly amused touch to his voice.

Harry shook his head and backed against the nearest wall. �I want to leave.�

Snape pulled the familiar vial of the drug from the top drawer of his desk and walked over to the teen. Harry�s body visibly tensed when the man was a few feet from him. �Do you really want to leave, Mr. Potter?�

The Gryffindor opened his mouth to tell him he did when the man closed the space between them. Harry swallowed his words and shuddered lightly as the man lowered his mouth down, pressing their lips together.

Harry�s knees went weak again. He felt Snape wrap his arms around his waist, keeping him up. He fell immediately into the kiss opening his mouth to the older man�s tongue as he pressed against his lips. This was the second kiss he had ever received from the man and his head swam just as much as it had the first time.. and this was without the drug.

Pulled away, Severus uncorked the vial and pressed it to Harry�s lips. �Be a good boy, Harry.�

Harry immediately complied and felt a good amount of the powder fall into his mouth. He winced slightly as he swallowed the powder and the familiar dizziness fell over him.

The teen felt his head loll back as he was picked up and carried bridal style to the bed in the middle of the room. It was soft.

�Don�t fight me anymore, Harry,� Snape said. Harry wasn�t aware of anything else but his voice at the moment as he lie on the bed. He was feeling so very good right now.

He hissed lightly when he felt cold air hit his chest. He glanced up and vaguely saw Snape unbuttoning his shirt. When had he removed his cloak?

�What�re y�doin�?� Harry muttered as his heavy arms reached up to stop Snape�s motions.

This action was met with a rather sharp slap to the cheek. �Lie still.�

Harry�s hand went to cup his cheek. The smack had brought him out of the fuzziness quite a bit. It had actually hurt quite a bit.

�Why�d you hit me?� Harry asked curtly.

�Because I told you not to fight my anymore and there you are doing the opposite of what I asked.�

Harry turned over, feeling his chest brush against the comforter as he attempted to crawl away. Snape merely grabbed his wrist and forced him to face him.

�Think about what you�re doing, Mr. Potter. It is no simple chore to get off of Infinity. Like I said, it is highly addictive. You�ve had only three shots and already you feel the need to keep taking it. I presumed it was one of the driving forces behind your visit tonight. That, and well, to get another piece of me.�

The confident smirk on Snape�s face made Harry want to curse it off of him.

�Now, you�ll be a good boy and let me do what I want, what you want.�

Harry sighed softly and nodded his head. �Yes, sir.�

To Be Continued�
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