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A/N : Sorry to
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Chapter 6 : The Boomerang�s
Return

Harry was looking at his
teacher open-mouthed. He was completely thrown by this introduction. What could
he do? What could he say? the student wondered, hearing his potions master
silent laugher in his head.

The desire Harry had felt
when hearing the man repeating the words he had said some days before, now was
mixed with a growing anger. Even if he had been partially distracted,
apparently, Snape had forgotten nothing about his ambiguous words. And, in that
instant, he was throwing them back in his face with certain cleverness.

�So Potter? You don�t know
what answer anymore? You�ve lost your tongue? You were able to use it with such
profusion the last time we had spoken.�

�Er- it�s� er-�

�Hee hee. And now, you don�t know what to say anymore, right?�
thought Snape.

He sniggered, stirring up
the young man�s anger and, in same time, his verve.

�I always use my tongue
cleverly and in good profusion Professor. Besides, I�ve often had compliments
about it. I thank you for your concern.�

Severus received these
words like a blow in his chest, reflecting a region towards his lower half. He
also felt the bitter taste of the jealousy. A jealously that he pushed away.
Potter was not his and certainly wasn�t made for him� even if� He pushed away
the lustful thoughts that were invading his mind and saw his student walk
towards the small table which was near his own desk.

A blushing Harry took the
ingredients that he needed to prepare his potion and settled down at another
table. He couldn�t believe what had happened. And there they go! Now, his
teacher and himself were exchanging tendentious sentences. Actually, Harry had
to confess that those little banters pleased him and� aroused him. When he
heard Snape�s thoughts, he was enthralled. He�d only had the power to read
minds for five days, and he was taking full advantage of it; stirring up his
potion master�s desire. It was very confusing. While putting his cauldron above
the fire, the young man shook his head, telling himself that he needed a
serious introspection.

After having poured several
liters of water in the cauldron and adding six drops of citric acid, hibiscus
essence and quartz powder, Harry grabbed the two small cocks with a trembling
hand and let them drop slowly in the liquid.

�The famous cocks� Harry
heard.

Snape, who was watching his
student, sniggered briefly, then went back to the correction of fourth year
essays on antidotes.

�The Veritaserum is a
lethal poison now!? Nonsense� What are they manage to invent� Stupid brats.�

Harry saw him scribble a
zero with his red and familiar ink and swallowed painfully. He returned his
attention to the preparation of the potion and added three drops of
concentrated white nettles in the potion. Then, he shelled the nuts that were
needed next. His cheeks were slightly red but he was determined not to tilt his
head up towards Snape. He knew that if he met his potion master�s gaze, he
would die of spontaneous combustion. He let drop the nuts in the smoking liquid
and grabbed the bamboo stem that he began to coat with grape pip�s oil in a
very equivocal movement� And he couldn�t help himself not to glance at Snape.

�Fortunately that I�ve said
four parchments and not six��

Snape was still corrected
the essay but Harry think he had felt his pupil�s eyes on him because he saw
his teacher tilt his head up to fix his attention on his student�s hands. His
hands which were sliding on the rather large stem on all its length to grease
it correctly.

Harry didn�t realize that
he was lingering on his task, taking more time than necessary and continued to
run his shiny fingers on the plant.

�Little idiot, stupid
Gryffindor, insufferable prat� was insulting Snape in his head while his sex
was reacting at this sight.

Severus was watching the
oil pouring between his student�s fingers that did not grease the bamboo but
stroked it lovingly.

�Why does he do that god
damnit?� fulminated the man, trying to master again his breath. Without
thinking, his hand slid under his desk but he stopped himself in time touching
his erection that was vibrating furiously now.

�Idiotic�

�A problemter?ter?� asked
Snape with a sharp but hoarse voice.

�No, Sir.�

Harry put down the stem on
a plate so the oil could be absorbed by the plant.

Severus felt his desire
calm a little bit but not enough to let him continuing to correct his fourth
years� parchments. He took several deep breaths and tried to empty his mind.

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�Potter is not here. Potter
is not here. Potter is not here��

�Professor?� called Harry.

�Stupid Gryffindor!�

�What Potter?� spat Snape.

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�Is there a correct way to
correctly squeeze the figs?�

�Mmmmmm� Oh yes, there�s a
correct way....�

�Potter, its not the first
time that we use this ingredient so��

�Yes, I know� cut Harry in
with a feigned look of innocence. �But I never manage to do it properly Sir. I
always failed and at the end of the class, there�s more figs� juice and flesh
on my table than in my potion. It also because of this that I often failed
them� I really want to prove you that I can use my hand cleverly Professor.�

�Idiot� Brat� Stupid�
Potter!� said Severus to himself, getting up from his chair and going round his
desk quickly.

Jubilant, Harry was
laughing in his head. Really, he didn�t recognize himself anymore.

Snape placed himself where
he could. The office was not big at all and a table had been added in the room
especially for tonight. So, he stood behind Harry, so close that he was almost
touching him.

�You take the fig in your
left hand Potter. This kitchen utensil in the right. You put the fig here and
you close. Then, you press firmly but not too strongly and the juice pours.
There is no thing easier than that. Only incompetent people don�t know how to
do that. But I wouldn�t be surprised that you would be one.�

Harry tightened his teeth
while his professor�s lips were stretching in a cruel smile.

�He�ll pay that� said Harry
to himself.

�So, you put the fig here
and you press� like this� said the young man as he did it. �Oops� he added
while letting drop a big, wooden spoon on the floor. Harry grinned evilly.
Then, he leaned over and pushed his teacher between himself and the wall. His
bottom wa the the level of the man�s sex, which found again his complete
hardness instantaneously.

Severus was aroused but, in
the same time, horrified. Potter had not to know. He had not to know how much
he wanted him. And if he squeezed his so pretty little� mmmm� no! He will know.
He will know.

�POTTER!�

Harry pretended to search
the spoon without finding it.

�Sorry Professor� he said
in a contrite tone of voice while leaning more on the man�s body.

�Mmmmm. Oh yes, move
again.�

�I�m really sorry Professor
but I don�t find it� Wait� said Harry, pivoting quickly on himself.

�Ooooohhhh� � �Mmmmm.�

rus rus could hardly curb
himself not to grind his hips as he felt the intense heat of the burning body
squeezed against his. And the boy�s movements didn�t help him at all.

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�It must be somewhere near
here� continued Harry, who was savoring his vengeance. �Don�t move Professor.
I�ll find it soon.�

�Don�t move! Don�t move!�
repeated Snape for himself. ier ier said then done!�

Harry could feel the hot
and hard member perfectly well, which was plunging into his back, squeezing his
buttocks, or stroking his hips according to the angle in which Harry turned his
body. And he loved it. He loved pretending not notice his teacher�s desire
while stirring it up.

�Teaser!� said his
conscience.

Harry froze a second,
wondering if he had the behaviour of a teaser. He wriggled a little more,
feeling the man�s sensibility and his own pleasure to discover the power he had
on him and had to confess that he really had the behaviour of a�

�Little teaser� grumbled
Snape in his head. �Oh yeeesssssss.�

Severus didn�t control
himself anymore. His body flattened against the wall, as if he still wanted to
keep him still, he couldn�t help his instincts to free and push him towards the
pleasure. His hips began to move with frenzy against his student�s tender
flesh.

�Mmmmmmm.�

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Harry felt - oh yes! - his
potions master�s change of behaviour but pretended, once more, not having
noticed it, too focus on his searching and his own movements. Grabbing quickly
the spoon that was at his feet, he claimed �Found it Professor!�

This sound brought Severus
back to reality and he froze in his turn.

�God!� sighed Harry. �That
was hard!�

Snape blushed and swallowed
with difficulty his saliva. He freed him from the spot where Harry had forced
him to stay and cleared his throat.

�Er- Potter, cont-continue
your potion and me, me, I�ll go� searching� some ingredients in my... personal
section. I need some for� a potion.�

�Alright Professor� said
Harry, laughing inwardly as he heard Snape�s gasps and the true reason which
pushing him to an immediate solution.

The young man heard a door
slammed and listened for sounds or thoughts he could catch. But Snape had
already cast a silencing charm on his chambers, which meant that Harry couldn�t
hear exactly how he had affected his potion�s master.

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he said, watching the liquid which color was a soft amber. Snape stirred the
potion and added �The viscosity is perfect. Just an hour again to heat up and
it�ll be fluid and homogeneous. You see that when you want, you can Potter.�

�Yes, Sir.�

�You can go now. I�ll keep
myself busy of the rest of your potion�s simmering.�

�Go now before it�s you
that I keep myself busy with.�

Harry left the office, an
enigmatic smile stretching his lips.

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�What are you doing here
Potter ?� exclaimed Draco Malfoy, seeing the raven-haired Gryffindor walk in
the dungeons� deserted and cold corridors.

�It�s none of your business
Malfoy!� responded the young man.

�More my business than you
think� said the blond to himself.

�What�s happened Potty, you
get lost?�

�Leave me alone Malfoy and
let me go. I have other things more important to do than to listen to you
insulting me.�

�Maybe you want another
treatment from me, pretty arse� thought the Slytherin.

Harry stepped aside to pass
the boy but Draco did the same thing to block his way. So do his two
bodyguards.

�I�ve told you to
let me go!�

�Merlin, he�s hot when he�s
rebelling,� sniggered the blond inwardly.

�Grmpf� thought Crabbe.

�� said Goyle to himself.

�Oh! And if I don�t, what
happens Potty?�

�You want that I remind you
about our traditional little duels in the train at the end of each year
ferret?�

�Arsehole.� Draco�s face
was blushing furiously and he clenched his teeth.

�I�ve� thought Crabbe.

�� thought Goyle.

�Who do you think you are
Potty? You believe you are stronger than the others are? Cleverer? But you�re
nothing Potter, nothing!�

�not� said Crabbe in his head.

�You�re the same as the
mudbloods! Besides, your mother was one and when we know how it ended for her!�

Harry felt his heart miss a
beat.

�� thought Goyle again,
with philosophy.

�Understood� finished
Crabbe silently.

Harry was about to pounce on
Malfoy and give him what he deserved when the professor McGonagall emerged from
a corridor�s corner. She was carrying a large bow full of ingredients that she
had to deliver to professor Snape.

�What�s happened here?� she
asked suspiciously, her face tensed in a strict and frank _expression.

�Not Pro Professor�
answered immediately Draco who could not believe to his luck. �With Potty� er-
Potter, we just� met here.�

�I hope she�ll swallow
that� hoped the blond.

Harry scowled him with a
growing hatred.

�Not� said Crabbe inwardly.

Madame McGonagall was
looking at her pupils alternatively and severe

�Potter, why were you into
the dungeons?� she asked finally.

�Hee hee� sniggered oy
oy
in his head. �Now, how�s the beautiful arse gonna answer that?.�

�For a private potions
lesson� he answered reluctantly.

�Private potions lesson!�
repeated the Slytherin in his head. 'Don�t surprise me !�

�Oh, of course, Severus had
talked to me about it� she said. Then, she added for everybody �Good, now,
return to your Houses quietly.�

�Not�

��

�She believed it!�

�Yes Professor� said Draco.

��

Harry was disgusted. He
took his way again but was fulminating furiously. Malfoy� He�ll pay what he had
said about his mother.

While walking fast far from
the others, he could hear again:

�I hate him but he has a
too gorgeous body� and one day, he will be mine.�

�� B.�

�understood.�

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Harry entered in the
Gryffindor�s common room and, quickly, climbed the stairs until his dormitory.
He was still in a bad mood and extremely tensed. He knew that it was useless to
maintain his anger but he couldn�t stop. When someone insulted his parents,
when he knew what they had sacrificed for him, was unbearable. He hated Malfoy
and even if he never becomes a Deatheater, he�ll never trust him.

�Harry?� he heard suddenly.

The young man turned
himself, seeing theamueamus was gazing at him with amazement.

�W-What?� asked Harry,
stunned by his dorm mate�s _expression.

�I�ve been calling you for
two minutes� answered the Irish boy. �You entered mumbling, so I asked you what
was wrong.�

�Oh! It�s Malfoy!� grumbled
Harry.

�Malfoy?�

�Yeah. I was in the
dungeons, after having finished my private lesson with Snape and I ran into him
and his two gorillas. He didn�t want to let me go, and after being the usual
jerk he is, he insulted my mother and I, about our blood. I really hate him!�

�Ouch! Malfoy�s hot, but
that doesn�t make him any less stupid� said Seamus in his head.

�Don�t listen to him�
reassured the blond, putting a hand on Harry�s arm. He could feel it was
completely tense, and started massaging it while saying �You know very well
that he has always been like this. He likes insulting� especially you, but
everybody knows that we have nothing to envy about him. And he has no right to
get made fun of you about your parents when we know the past of his own.�

Under the slow but firm
movements of Seamus� hands, and his comforting words, Harry felt his muscles
relax, in the same time, he felt his anger start to dissipate.

It was true that nobody
could envy Draco anymore. Nymphadora Tonks had killed his father in a mission
that Malfoy had led under Voldemort�s orders. His mother was in Azkaban after
trying to sacrifice her son�s life to save hers. She also had helped the Dark
Lord in a more discret manner and Draco had not any contact with her anymore.
The rest of his family having been killed, too heo he was the last of the
Malfoys, without the fortune they had, only the necessities he needed. But he
had still his arrogance, which wasn�t good for building friendships. All he had
was the company of Crabbe and Goyle.

�Mmmmm Seamus, it�s so
good� moaned Harry as the Irish young man was insisting in a particularly
sensitive spot in his shoulder�s hollow.

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The blond froze for a
second continuing the massage.

�Harry��

Seamus felt himself
blushing while a heat wave was splitting in his body. All the blood it seemed,
was rushing towards his lower belly that seemed to be getting harder.
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�Mmmmmm.�

Harry was so relaxed now
that he was almost spaced out. He didn�t hear the blond Gryffindor�s thoughts
anymore.

�He�s so beautiful� he
groaned, seeing the raven-haired young man let him go under his clever fingers.
�Harry.�

Seamus slid his hands on
Harry�s arms in a soft caress and went back on the shoulders. He tilted his
head down towards the friend that he wanted so badly, and buried his face into
his neck. He avidly inhaled his unique scent, and tenderly kissed the golden
skin.

Harry was in a dreamlike
state, from which he was abruptly pushed off when he heard Seamus asked him
�Harry? What do you think about the men� who are gay?�
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