Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

What men want	By : Elehyn1 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 26491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Disclaimer : Nothing is mine. Harry Potter�s books are J. K. Rowling�s property.

A/N : In this chapter, I speak about the temperature in winter. When I say that the thermometer is a little bit under zero, I speak in Celsius, not Fahrenheit. When the thermometer shows 0�C, the equivalence in Fahrenheit is 32�.

A/N 2 : To translate this chapter correctly, I had to change some sentences compared with the French version to keep the same sense. I hope it will be good. I wanted to tell you too that I�m writing, in French, the 13th chapter of What men want and I�ve seen that the story will have 15th chapters. In English, I�ve not begun to translate the 5th but I�ll do it soon.

Thank you very much for your reviews. Big kisses for all of you.

Chapter 4 : It�s the bitter bite
�Vile little idiot� insulted Snape inwardly.
He couldntop top himself from staring at the young raven-haired man who was eating his dessert at the Gryffindor table.
�Or rather to savor it. Merlin! Can�t he be more discreet?! It�s indecent� tempting� Brat who doesn�t know how to behave properly at table. What will the others think?�
Severus looked all around him to see who had been able to watch Harry Potter make an exhibition of himself, and was amazed when he realized that he was the only one who saw what was going on�
�Cretin, idiot, stupid, sexy, seducer� aaahhh.�
Quickly, his dark eyes stared again at the mouth, that mouth which made him come in his dreams or alone at night when he was thinking about it. Those lips which were sucking the cherry, and taking all the chocolate off, while savoring every part. Severus couldn�t help but imagine his swollen cock taking the place of that fruit, sliding again and again in his burning mouth. He moaned in his head when he felt his erection stirring stronger.
�Harry, Harry� stop, please.�
To try to calm down a little bit, Severus took off his eyes from the Gryffindor who was, now, attacking his ice cream and looked around. This time, he saw that other people had noticed Harry� two people actually.... Severus made a face.

Harry had fun. He had succeeded in concentrating his mind only on his potions master�s thoughts, and was taking advantage of it to torture him a little as he had been tortured so often in his lessons. Except that, this time, the torture method was slightly different.
He licked his little spoon and was amazed to not hear new groans. What was happening? Had he lose his connection with Snape? Maybe that he was not concentrate enough or� Harry�s thoughts stopped when he heard again the echo of his teacher�s voice in his head. At his words, the young Gryffindor froze.
�They�re looking at him both with desire. Do I have this same ecstatic expression? I hope no� But he has just what he deserves. If he stopped to eat his ice cream like he does, he doesn�t collect those lust stares� even if they have no right to devour him with their eyes like this� there�s just me who had this right, just me� Ah, he had stopped� Perhaps he has realized that his eating�s manner was ambiguous!�
Harry didn�t listen anymore. Other people were looking at him? He didn�t want anyone else seeing him!
Glancing at his friends who were arguing again, who Harry realized has missed his whole display. Sighing in relief, he glanced around the room, and his eyes connected with none other than Draco Malfoy. His cheeks were slightly red, Harry noticed, and connected his mind with the Slyther imm immediately.
�Oh yes, who would have guessed!� said the young blond-haired man to himself. �He was so sexy when he was doing that! Don�t stop, you can continue as much as you want.�
With a certain horror, Harry tried to calm himself. It couldn�t be him that the Slytherin was talking about. No, it was not about him. Impossible.
�And why not?� a little voice said to him. It was the voice of his conscience.
Harry swallowed with difficulty, and to get to the bottom of it once and for all, he began to lick his spoon full of ice cream. He was sucking the chocolate off, and he connected his mind with Malfoy�s.
His heart sank into his chest when he heard a very orgasmic �oh yes� he seems so talented with his tongue. But who would have guessed?� Now, I just have to know if he�s gay or not and if he�s not, I surely will be able to convert him.� After that, aroused, the Slytherin laughed with anticipation in his mind.
Harry shivered and turned his gaze towards the others students and professors. Snape didn�t look at him anymore and seemed to pay attention on his meal. However, Harry noticed that the man didn�t eat at all. Nobody was staring at him, except the blond Slytherin of course, but Harry didn�t want to hear his silent words anymore. He preferred let them sink in the incessant flood of the others thoughts and listen the room�s buzzing.
Nevertheless, one thing was annoying the raven-haired Gryffindor. Snape had said that two people were watching him, and all he had seen was Malfoy. Who could be the other?
Harry thought that searching the crowd would be a waste of time. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. His search did prove to be futile, because apparently, the person was no longer looking at him.
�I hope there won�t be any consequences. I did it just to provoke Snape. He�s so cold and loves to humiliate me. Why shouldn't he give him back what he deserved for once...? And, now, I know his weakness.�
Harry lowered his head and sighed.
Oh yes, he knew the man�s weakness, perhaps even too much. Who would have said that the Achilles' heel of Severus �Sadistic� Snape was Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world? Certainly not him, and he didn�t think anyone else would have figured it out either.
He tilted his head up and glanced briefly at the teacher�s table once more. He was awfully disappointed when he saw that his potions master was not there anymore.

�May�Maybe he�s left to devote himself to another little �session of manual working� !� told a sarcastic Harry to himself.
He sighed louder and turned his gaze towards Ron and Hermione who were looking at him eyes wide opened, raising an eyebrow. He must have missed something again.
�Yes?� asked the young man.
�We�ve been calling for you since five minutes, mate� answered Ron, puzzled.
�Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts.�
�Yours or the others?� asked Hermione with a disapproving look.
�Mine Hermione. I�ve told you that I was spying for Deatheaters, not invading people�s privacy.�
Hermione lowered her head, sheepish. �Sorry Harry. I know well that your intentions are good (Harry blushed) but I can�t help but thinking that this is wrong. Fortunately it�s just for one week.�
�Yes, it�s just for one week� murmured Harry sadly. Suddenly, he�s got an idea and added, �Besides, I�ll begin my investigation immediately. Here, I can detect almost nothing. There are too many people but I can go, do� er- my rounds and listen to people who are already in the corridors.�
�Good idea� said Ron with enthusiasm but he became disillusioned rapidly. �But, we can�t come with you Harry.�
�And why couldn�t we come with him Ron?� asked Hermione, stunned.
The red-haired boy shook his head as if the answer was obvious and replied, �We haven�t finished eating!�
Harursturst into laugher and Hermione shook her head in her turn, desperate. Ron will be always Ron or a real stomach on legs.
�It doesn�t matter, don�t worry� said Harry. �Anyway, it�s better that I�d be alone. I would be able to listen and work my way around quicker by myself than with three people.�
Ron nodded, relieved, while Hermione reluctantly agreed to not accompany her friend.
Harry slipped away as fast as ouldould from the Great Hall avoiding Draco Malfoy�s eyes and fond himself in the empty corridor which led in every direction. Without thinking, he took the one which went down to the dungeons and came down the stairs.
A cold wind was blowing and hissing gloomily all along the corridors, with torches scattered on the walls every so often. The walls were wet, and sometimes in the winter�s months, froze when the temperature was too low.
Harry reached the door of Snape�s office, pushing away the questions which were invading his mind. He didn�t want to know why he had come here instead of anywhere else in the castle. All he knew was that he wanted to see his professor and talk to him� know his thoughts. Maybe he would be able to finally know why Snape pretended to hate him� or perhaps, he really hated him but couldn�t help himself to want his student. Snape was so mysterious, paradoxical. Harry wanted to discover what his teacher was hiding, who he truly was.
That�s why he knocked to the heavy wood panel and when he heard a familiar and sharp voice tell him to enter, he pushed the door, his heart beating faster.
Severus raised his eyes towards his visitor and when he recognized him, his heart began to panic. �Oh no� he moaned in his head.
The man was glad that Potter couldn�t read his mind. If he was able to, he�d know how much he wanted him, and how much he was in pain from desire from seeing him at this very moment.
�What do you want Potter?� asked an icy Severus.
�I� I wanted to� know� stuttered Harry who didn�t know what to say at all. �I wanted to ask you� a piece of information� about our next work.�
�Well, I�m waiting.�
�You have said in the last class that��
�I�m pleased to see that, despite what I thought, you listen my lessons Potter. I�ve always believed that it�s rarely the case� cut in Snape, sarcastically.
Harry swallowed hard but continued, �That to prepare a good energizing potion, we should�t let the two piece of cock�s flesh marinate in the white nettle�s essence, so you didn�t neutralize the effects��
�It�s very good Potter, I�m impressed by your knowledge and your great capacity to remember� sneered the potions master.
Harry count until three, trying to calm down. This was a bad idea. He never should have followed Snape. He regretted it bitterly now, wondering why he had done this in the first place.
�But Professor, really, I don�t deserve your compliments� he heard himself answer. �I must admit, sir, that I love your lessons. Before, I was blind and didn�t understand the true value of your prolific teaching. But now, I aspire fervently to learn everything from you and to be a diligent and particularly hard-working pupil.� Harry sighed, shaking slightly his head as if he was remembering the past of a carefree and idiot adolescent and gazed at Snape straight in his black eyes. �I think I have certain talents Professor and would appreciate if you took advantage of them.�
Harry heard a long moan echoed in his head and succeed in not smiling at the sound.
�I know that I have less experience then you, but you�re an excellent teacher and if I really take pains to try, I�ll be able to amaze you. Again, about potion� you said that two cocks were enough and��
Harry had no clue why he was talking to his professor like this. He knew that his words were ambiguous, but he couldn�t help himself from saying them, even though he knew their implications� and their consequences. Besides, he could hear, very clearly, the choking noises which were escaping, although the man tried, in vain, to muffle them.
�It says in the directions that you must �Coat correctly the stem with oil on all its length�� I�m guessing that you do that so it doesn�t get too hard while making it?�
�Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god��
�Squeeze the fig�s flesh so that all the juice squirts out��
�Mmmmmmm, ooooooooohhhhh yes.�
�And for the nuts Professor, what do we have to do with them when they are in our hands?�
�Mmmmm, oh yes, in his hands, touching� stroking��
Harry was watching at him, with and innocent look on his face and Severus shook his head to force him to return to reality. �What?� he asked suddenly.
�The nuts Professor, remember the nuts?�
Severus was getting hotter and hotter, even though he knew the temperature was below zero. Maybe the thermometer was broken? Or perhaps it was due to that little idiot who was saying obscene words in his office. How could he stay cold?
His erection was hard and painful again. So sensitive. Each tiny gust of wind in the dungeons made his robes move and stroke against the wet material of his boxers, and made him scream with pleasure inside his mind.
�Brat� was groaning Severus.
What would his face be if he flattened him against the wall, here and now, and captured his lips eagerly? He would squeeze him and move his hips frantically, rubbing their swollen members together. Oh yes, Potter would take pleasure too and then he would beg him to possess him. Severus wouldn�t need a lot of pleads. He would take him passionately, with all the strength of his engorged cock, burying deeply in his sticky and tight flesh and move wildly, swallowing his cries and moans with his hungry lips� until they climaxed.
Harry had his cheeks very red for an inexplicable reason. Severus told himself that it was maybe because it was obvious that he didn�t listen to him. Potter was probably angry, knowing his fiery temperament.
He moaned silently again at this thought. Harry was a passionate young man, Severus had always known it, and in a bed he should be�
�Mmmmmmm�
He had to pull himself together. He had been repeating this to him self for a while, but during the past few days, it was beginning to be his mantra.
What should he say? Potter had been asking questions, but he didn�t remember what they were.
�Potter, this has already been explained during class. it is painfully obvious that you haven�t been paying attention. I think you�re going to require some private lessons. Detention, here, Monday at 8:00 PM in this office. Now, go out!�
�But� Professor, no��
Harry was shaking his head desperately. This wasn�t what he had wanted to happen at all.
�I told you get out of my sight, Potter!�
Snape pushed him towards the door and before he closed it, he added, �Monday, 8:00 PM.�
The door slammed on Harry�s nose, but all he could think of was how this had not turned out as planned.
�What have I done?� he thought, bitterly. It was too late now to take back what he had done.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The next chapter : Title : The second person.

You�ll discover who is the second person who sees Harry differently and, so, who fantasizes on him. And there will be the detention. MWAHAHAHAHAHA. Lol.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

What men want