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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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Rushing down the corridor, Harry could not believe that he found himself in the same situation once again. When professor Snape had said “same time tomorrow Potter”, had he meant the same time that had been arranged the previous day? Or had he meant the same time that Harry had actually shown up yesterday? Harry didn’t know and once again he found it a safer bet to be an hour early than risk being an hour late.
Harry had tried hard to not think about the events of the previous nights and he had failed miserably. After professor Snape had left him naked on the desk in the middle of his office Harry had scrambled to put his clothes on and then hurried out of the dungeons and back to Gryffindor Tower, thankful that the professor had cast a cleaning charm before leaving. Once in bed that night Harry had not been able to stop thinking about what had transpired between himself and his potion teacher. He soon found himself with a painful erection once more and no matter how hard he tried to block it out, he soon started stroking himself while replaying the events from earlier over and over in his head. He even started fantasising about things that hadn’t happened, imagining himself on his knees before the professor and he climaxed with the vision of professor Snape pushing his cock down Harry’s throat. Soon he felt the familiar sensation of shame creep over him and disgusted with himself he tried his hand on a cleaning charm, similar to the one Snape had used just a few hours earlier. He failed just as miserably at the spell though as he had with his attempt to not fantasise about being fucked by Snape. He ended up having to clean his mess up by hand and he promised himself he would not allow himself to masturbate to fantasies of Severus Snape ever again.
The next morning Harry had gone down to breakfast feeling as though yesterday’s events had been nothing but a strange dream. Of course he wasn’t actually attracted to Snape, he was simply a teenage boy full of hormones. There was obviously no way that Snape had been attracted to him either, Harry had simply caught him in a compromising situation and already feeling aroused, the professor had simply taken advantage of Harry’s embarrassing level of availability. Yes that had to be it.
During potions professor Snape was the same insufferable git as he always was and there was no hint what so ever that anything out of the ordinary had happened between them. Harry felt relieved and was sure that tonight’s detention would be an ordinary one. Snape would either have him clean out cauldrons or he would want to continue occlumency lessons. Either way there was no way that anything even remotely resembling what had happened yesterday would happen tonight.
And so Harry found himself running down the corridors towards the dungeons. If he were to have a normal detention with Snape, he did not want to start it out being late. He did not want to have to scrub cauldrons until the morning hours after all. Once in front of the door to Snape’s office Harry straightened himself out, much like he had the previous day, then he remembered how he had allowed himself to be completely at Snape’s mercy and defiantly ruffled up his hair again. Just as he raised his hand to knock, however, he thought better of it and once again tried to tame his hair into something a little bit more orderly.
As soon as Harry knocked on the door it flew open and Harry could see Snape sitting behind his desk. See? This would be a completely normal detention. Harry entered the room and with a wave of Snape’s wand the heavy door closed behind him. “Hello sir” Harry said politely. “Yes, yes, do sit down Potter, I will be with you shortly”. Looking around, the only place Harry found to sit down was the sitting area. He flushed slightly pink as he remembered what the professor had been doing on the couch when Harry had arrived at his previous detention. Thankful that Snape was occupied with what looked like grading homework and not paying any mind to the colour of his cheeks, Harry walked over and sat down on one of the armchairs.
Harry had only waited a little while when Snape pushed back his chair and stood up behind the desk. Walking over to a cupboard he poured himself a drink of what looked like fire whiskey, bringing with him a glass of water which he offered to Harry. Harry thanked him as he accepted the glass. “We will continue your training in occlumency Potter, Merlin knows you need it. Join me on the couch” Harry stiffened at the thought of sitting so close to Snape. “I’m fine here sir” he said with as firm a voice as he could muster and cursed himself for the slight tremble even he himself could hear in it. “Oh don’t be silly Potter, you know a close proximity is important when practising legilimance, eye-contact and even physical contact is optimal. I have no time to waste on your antics.”
Feeling humiliated yet again, and knowing professor Snape was right of course, Harry took a nervous sip of his water before placing it down on the side table and slowly walking over to the couch, positioning himself as far away from Snape as he could. Snape sneered at him and wasted no time in raising his wand to cast the charm.
Harry felt Snape enter his mind, prodding around, searching. He soon found what he was looking for and humiliating memories from Harry’s childhood rushed forward. He was seven, scrubbing the toilet with his toothbrush because aunt Petunia hadn’t liked the way he had used the toilet brush, claiming he was wearing it down too much. He was eight, sitting in his cupboard, starving because uncle Vernon had forced him to give Dudley his food since Dudley was still hungry after clearing his own plate. He was nine, having his face pushed down in the muddy water by Dudley as Dudley’s friends cheered and clapped. He was ten, alone in the bathroom at night putting band-aids on the cuts bruises caused by uncle Vernons temper, this time he had thrown a dinner plate at Harry because he didn’t like the way he chewed his food.
Harry felt anger rise inside of him. Who was Snape to poke around in his mind, exploring all of those painful memories? As soon as his thoughts turned to Snape, however, the memories on display changed. He was 11 years old having just masturbated for the first time, feeling shame and confusion as he looked down on his sticky hand. He was 13, steeling glances at his teammates in the locker room. He was 14, realising his silencing charm had failed as he heard snickering on the other side of the curtains of his four-poster as he was pleasuring himself, moaning a little too loud. He was 15, pushed up against the wall by Snape, his balls tightly gripped by the older man as he was told to not forget his manners. Next he was bent over the desk begging for forgiveness, soon after, begging for permission to come. The memories sped through the events slowing down to showcase every humiliating detail, stopping only at Harry
bent over Snape’s desk, feeling confused and humiliated as Snape walked out of the room, wondering what had just happened. The memories changed to Harry in his bed desperately trying to ignore his raging erection, trying to keep thoughts of Snape out of his head. Harry saw himself cave in, reaching under the covers to touch himself. He felt shame and humiliation knowing that Snape, in this moment, saw it too.
Snape felt the shame and went for it. Immediately they were inside of the mind of Harry from last night, seeing what he was fantasising about as he stroked himself, trying to keep quiet since he still not mastered the silencing charm. They saw Harry pleasuring himself to vivid images of what had transpired between himself and his teacher, clasping a hand to his mouth to keep himself from moaning as he did so. The fantasies in the mind of Harry on the bed changed to things that had not happened between himself and the professor, things that maybe he wished would happen. Present time Harry started to panic, not wanting Snape to see what the fantasies were about to turn into, what he was about to come to.
Harry frantically tried to push Snape out of his head but was unsuccessful. In horror he watched his own fantasy play out in front of them. Snape’s hands were on Harry’s shoulders, pushing him down. Harry gladly went down on his knees, watching the older man’s cock throbbing just inches in front of his face. Present time Harry felt absolutely mortified as he saw himself taking his teacher’s cock into his mouth, knowing fully well that said teacher was watching this happen too and could hear the moans of the boy on the floor just as loudly as Harry himself could. Yet, as humiliated as he felt, he also felt something else, a stirring in his nether regions and he realised that Snape could probably sense this too. As the Harry on the bed climaxed to the fantasy of sucking his professor’s cock, present time Harry heard Snape’s voice inside his head “don’t forget you asked for this.” Suddenly, Snape pulled them both out of Harry’s mind and they were back on the couch, Harry panting. Snape watching him with amusement in his eyes, amusement and something else, something that looked like hunger?
“I am so sorry” Harry began, not sure what he was apologising for, Snape was the one who had invades his mind. At that thought, anger flared up inside him again. Harry did not have time to process these conflicting emotions fully though, before Snape had closed the distance between them on the couch, slipped a hand behind Harry’s neck and pulled him in for a rough, hungry kiss. Harry’s head went blank. This was not supposed to happen again. This was supposed to be a normal detention. He was not attracted to Snape, and Snape was definitely not attracted to him. The throbbing in his pants however, told a different story.
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It started as a detention