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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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Final chapter.

This time, as Harry wound his way down the dark corridor’s towards the dungeon, he wasn’t unsure about the time and he definitely was not unsure about the nature of the detention he was about to receive. After he had left the potion master’s study the previous night he had once again jerked of to the memories of what had transpired between himself and his teacher. He had felt embarrassed of his actions, of course, but he had not felt shame, and as much as he hated to admit it, the feeling of embarrassment sparked his arousal.
As he had awoken that morning, he had felt a bit unsure of what the day might have in store for him. Would the professor be back to his grumpy self? Or would things be different between them now? He had spent the last few years feeling nothing but animosity towards his potions teacher, and the feeling had definitely been mutual. But now, all those incidents that had once sparked such anger inside him, now felt less important, smaller, somehow. He could still see that professor Snape was usually an insufferable, annoying git of a professor, he just couldn’t bring himself to feel hatred towards him anymore. He realised, however, that he could probably never inspire his friends to feel the same way.
As he made his way through breakfast and first period with Ron and Hermione, he knew that they thought him to be behaving oddly. He wasn’t as engaged with them as usual and he caught himself daydreaming about things that had happened and things that had yet to happen. When his friends pestered him to tell them what was going on, he blamed his behaviour on being tired from his detentions with Snape, and frustration about having missed quidditch practise because of said detentions. They didn’t seem fully convinced though.
Harry felt like potions class could not arrive fast enough. He wanted to see Snape, curious to find out what their interaction would be like. Going of their lesson the previous day, Snape would probably act like nothing was different, but then again, maybe he wouldn’t? Harry wasn’t sure what he was hoping for, it wasn’t like they could actually do anything in front of a room full of students, and he wasn’t stupid, he realised that professor Snape could probably get into a lot of trouble if the nature of their interactions in the professor’s study became known in the school.
At second period it was finally time for potions. Harry chuckled to himself as he realised that this was the first time, probably ever, that he was looking forward to potions. He was excited but also nervous. As they entered the dungeon, nothing was out of the ordinary. Snape was sitting at his desk, grading papers. Malfoy and his friends were goofing off, snickering and throwing spiteful glances at the trio. Harry, Ron and Hermione found their seats as the rest of the students wound their way into the classroom. They were all seated quickly though and silence filled the room. They had all learned to behave during Snape’s lessons, or suffer the consequences. Harry thought to himself that he would gladly suffer those consequences and had to bite his lip to stifle a laugh. Hermione shot him a questioning look. “Nothing” he mouthed back.
Professor Snape stood up, rapping on the blackboard with his wand, bringing forth instructions in an instant. So far, Snape had not as much as looked at Harry. After listening to the professor’s introduction, students rose from their seats to gather supplies from the cupboards. Harry gathered what he needed from the stores and as he turned around to go back to his seat, he startled as he found his professor standing right behind him, reaching past him into the cupboard, brushing his arm against Harry’s torso in doing so, locking eyes with his student. Harry’s breath caught and he could feel his face flush a little as he froze in his tracks. “Don’t dawdle Potter” the teacher said with a loud and firm voice as he billowed past Harry on his way back to his desk, whatever instrument he had needed now secure in his grasp. Harry quickly made his way to his own desk and got to work, heart beating just a little faster.
The rest of class was filled with incidents much like the first one. Snape was still reprimanding Harry, along with his fellow Gryffindors, for every small mistake they might make, but he also threw Harry a knowing look from time to time and found plenty of reasons to be close to the boy. Harry found the whole thing very exciting, he had a secret and nobody knew about it. At one point, professor Snape had bent down over Harry to inspect his potion, and Harry felt the older man’s breath ghost over his left ear, at the same time he felt the professor’s body press lightly against him. Harry had drawn his breath quickly and the professor had let his lips grace Harry’s cheek, ever so slightly, as he straightened back up. Harry’s cock had hardened underneath his school robes.
As he was now walking down the stairs towards the dungeon for his third detention of the week, he picked up his pace. Not because he was late, but because he was simply excited. As he took the last turn and found himself in front of the door to the study, he straightened himself out as usual. When Harry knocked, the door immediately opened by itself. “Enter” he heard a deep voice from within. As he entered the room he saw that the desk in front of him was empty. He turned his head and found his professor sitting in one of the armchairs of the sitting area, waiting for him. Just like Harry, professor Snape was not dressed in his usual robes. Instead he wore well fitted muggle clothes; dark jeans a dark sweater, he looked great.
“Come here” Snape said, beckoning him over, and as he got closer Snape made a sweeping gesture towards the floor at his feet. Harry took the invitation and fell down on his knees next to the professor. The professor gave him a measured look before his features relaxed slightly and he placed a hand on Harry’s head, pulling it down to rest on his lap. Harry felt himself relax into the unfamiliar position, it felt natural somehow. He felt the professor absentmindedly stroke his hair and wondered what was on the older man’s mind. This wasn’t like Snape, although a lot had happened in the last few days that previously, Harry would not have thought was like him. But still, what was this sombre mood?
“I am an old man” Snape finally said. “Yes, I know” Harry answered, not sure where the professor was going with this. “I am very… particular”, the man continued, “yes, I know” the boy repeated calmly. “What we’re doing would be frowned upon if people knew”, Harry thought about contending the older man’s statement but decided against it, they both knew what they were doing, “Yes” he said simply, “I know”. “You are positive you wish to continue this… arrangement?” the professor’s voice had reclaimed its normal self assured tone, he already knew Harry’s answer; “Yes, I am”. “Very well”, came the reply, carried by a carnal voice, Harry held his breath, he knew something was about to happen, “I won’t hold back then”.
Suddenly Harry found himself pushed down on the carpeted floor. In one swift motion Snape had Harry’s face pinned down to the floor and his hips raised in the air, pulled tight against the older man’s body. In a rough motion Snape pulled down Harry’s trousers and pushed his hips against Harry backside. The boy moaned in response, instantly hardening. Harry lifted his head in order to look back over his shoulder but found himself being slammed back down by the stronger man. A firm hand pressed his head down on the floor, reminding him who was in charge. Harry felt a bit silly, his ass in the air like this, he felt his cheeks burn, knowing what a view his professor must have. He heard the sound of his professor’s zipper, followed by a muttering, and felt his entrance become slick. Snape wasted no time and pushed himself inside the boys tightness. Harry yelped, the sound muffled by the carpet, his face still pushed down into it. It hurt, it really did, even though he was slick with moisture. Even though it burned as his professor continued to push forward, Harry felt his cock grow harder and harder. His breath became laboured and he felt a pulling sensation in his stomach. Who would have thought that the boy who lived would be turned on by having his body ravished like this by his potions professor?
Harry realised that even though Snape’s entrance into his body had felt violent, the man had been holding back, Harry knew this since the second his body eased up a little, relaxing ever so slightly around the foreign body, Snape started thrusting with much greater force. Harry found himself panting, moaning, and even drooling. His cock was leaking, his thoughts were shattered, his walls were crumbling. He didn’t care if he was a moaning, drooling, trembling mess; he just wanted more of what the professor was giving him. The boy’s senseless moans seemed to egg on the older man who, with a firm grip on the boy’s hips, pulled himself almost all the way out, only to slam back in again, all the way to the hilt. Harry muffled a shriek, feeling pain be replaced by pleasure as Snape hit that sweet spot inside of him. Harry started begging. Not quite sure what he was begging for, incoherent pleas escaped his lips.
With each thrust Harry could feel his face rub against the carpet, his teacher’s hips slam into his own, his erection throb. He felt a hand make its way around his hips, finding his throbbing member. He moaned deeply as Snape’s fist closed around his wanting cock, pumping it firmly but slowly. The professor was now fucking the boy in a slow but intense rhythm. Harry was going crazy. He felt such pleasure, yet he wanted more. He started grinding back against the form behind him, seeking release. “Oh how deep in lust you are” the professor said in a voice filled with desire as well as bemusement. Harry halted his movements somewhat, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. “Oh, don’t stop Potter, you are clearly enjoying yourself”, Snape was clearly enjoying teasing the boy. “Would you like to come?”. Harry’s cock twitched at the thought and Snape picked up the pace in both his thrusts and hand movement. Harry could only moan as his body was flooded with pleasure. “Beg for it”. Snape’s expert hand manipulated Harry’s cock in such a way Harry wasn’t sure that he was going to be able to stave of orgasm, even without permission to come. Harry felt desperation rise inside of him, he needed to come so badly. Harry pushed aside any feeling of pride and started to beg. “Please sir, please let me come” the man groaned above him, and it resonated with Harry how much he must be getting off on making Harry say these things. Desperate for permission to climax, Harry trembled and moaned, begs and pleas escaping his lips “please professor, I need to come… I’m going crazy… It feels so good... Please let me… I’ll be good”. Just when Harry thought he really was going to explode, he finally got the permission he was begging for so shamelessly; “come for me Harry”, and Harry came. His body shook violently and his fingers curled into the carpet as his cum shot out over his stomach and down on the floor below in thick white jets. He moaned loudly ad pushed himself back against the man still fucking him without holding back. Snape grunted and changes in the man’s movements told Harry that he too had reached his orgasm.
They fell down on the floor panting. Harry threw of his now sticky shirt and plopped down half-way on top of his professor, pants still around his knees. Their sweaty bodies moulded together. Harry felt long fingers stroking his hair. He realised that, much as the older man had hinted to the day before, Harry was already getting used to this. “You are going to have to make sure to keep failing potions Mr. Potter”, Snape said in a voice that was almost, playful? “Oh? Why is that professor?” Harry replied, keeping his voice the same half-serious, half-mocking tone. “So that you can keep coming here for detentions and remedial potions of course”, Harry could feel the man smiling above and turning his face up towards his lover, he grinned back. “Well, I am a hopeless case sir, I’m sure it won’t be a problem”. And with those words, Harry rested his head back down on his professor’s chest, content in the knowledge that this was not their last engagement.
End of story.
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