What the Devil Wants

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Tentatively Harry sat down at the only spare two desks at the front of the classroom. Glancing behind him, Harry watched as the other couples began to take their seats in the desk pairs scattered around in a semi circle configuration. Harry had never been in this classroom before, in fact he’d never been in this part of the castle before. It was somewhere in the Slytherin dungeons but Harry couldn’t be sure where, having got there via the fireplace in their common room. The place looked like an ordinary class, and smelt kind of fusty.

The fireplace they’d all stepped out of earlier roared into life again, and Snape stepped out with practiced ease, carrying a large bundle of books and a leather satchel slung over his shoulder. There was a muttering of reply to the potion masters greeting, mainly from the Slytherin’s sitting with Draco at the back of circle. “Diaries out, we shall start with homework?” Snape maneuvered his way into the center of the circle and with a flick of his wand, had transfigured one of the spare desks into a comfy looking armchair and side table, which he promptly deposited his books on top of. Harry shifted awkwardly in his seat, as he watched the class rustle through their things before coming up with their red leather diaries. Feeling a little left out, and certainly isolated on his own without a partner, Harry removed a piece of parchment and a quill from his bag. “Mr. Finegahan, you may start us off. Your observations of ‘withdrawal’ if you will please?” Harry tried not to look bewildered as Seamus stood up and began graphically describing how his magic behaved having withdrawn from his girlfriend before coming. Everyone was listening so intently, some scribbling down notes in their own red leather diaries. Harry didn’t know what to do, and merely stared at Seamus as the boy continued unaware that Snape was watching him carefully. “Very good, now a female point of view. Miss Weasley?” Snape pointed to Ginny who once again obliged, with just as much detail as Seamus had. Once again Snape’s careful gaze didn’t leave Harry, until Ginny had finished her homework.

“I imagine you all experienced similar disappointments am I right?” Snape stood up from his armchair and moved over to a chalkboard behind his chair. With a flick of his wand a piece of chalk began scrawling notes in Severus’ familiar handwriting as the man continued. “So as we discussed last lessons, when you’re unsuccessful and unsatisfied so is your magic. Thus I remind you again the importance of making an effort with your partners, both for their pleasure and your successful sex magic.” Snape stopped, as did the chalk, that hovered patiently above the board. “ With that lesson, brings us to our next which is control, or no doubt with some of you, the lack there of.” Harry watched as everyone eagerly opened their red leather diaries to the page Snape had said. Harry bit his lip as he glanced over to the young 3rd year Ravenclaw girl’s diary, to get a look. “Accio Book” With a flick of his wand Snape’s bag still rest on the transfigured arm chair flung open, and a blue flash shot into Snape’s open palm. “Potter, that’ll be page 96 for you.” Harry was a little stunned as Snape put a blue velvet covered diary down in front of him. Everyone was staring at Harry curiously as the boy fingered the velvet cover, before gingerly opening the book. Inside, engraved in silver were Harry’s initials, in a scrawling flickering script. “Can’t have you looking at pictures like that can we?” Snape smiled crookedly as he gestured with his head over to the other red leather diaries around the room. Harry screwed his nose up as he caught the sigh of breasts and womanly hips in one of the illustrations. Harry smiled in thanks as Severus turned back to continue the class.

Harry didn’t hear much of the lesson, too engrossed as he was in reading the book and ogling the pictures he found inside that specifically catered to his gender tastes. So absorbed in reading the text, Harry didn’t even realize the class had come to an end until Snape came to a stop in front of his desk, and gently placed his hand over the page Harry was currently reading.

“Potter, no need to read it all in one go.” Harry blushed as he looked up abruptly at Snape before glancing guiltily around the empty classroom.

“It’s brilliant.” Harry whispered as he begrudgingly turned the page to one of the many spare diary sections, so that he could write down the homework from the board. Snape however stopped him with another firm hand over his own.

“I think considering the circumstances, a more appropriate homework assignment is necessary.” Harry glanced at the homework and grimaced, wondering where on earth he was going to find someone to practice that sort of control on? “We should start with something small, ease you in to it. Control can be practiced alone, time yourself to see how long you last and what you can do to extend that time. Also, read the first few chapters that tell you what sex magic is, and then explain what your magic does during orgasm.” Snape smiled and Harry quickly noted down everything the elder wizard had said.

“Thank-you.” Harry muttered as he shoved his book carefully into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. It was way past curfew but Harry was far from tired, too excited to have his own personal text book and a practically private tutor.

“You’re welcome Potter, now get out of my sight before I start removing house points.” Harry wasn’t hanging around to find out if Snape was joking and with a scurry, Harry was soon through the fireplace and hurrying up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory. Predictably Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus were all sitting on their beds waiting for him.

“So come on Harry, what’s special about you that yours is velvet?” Harry rolled his eyes as he carefully stowed his bag in his locked trunk before getting dressed into his pajamas. Harry knew it was coming; Ron had been eyeing his textbook all through the lesson with confusion.

“Nothing, Snape just said he thought it’d be less obvious, and cause less commotion if ‘Harry Potter’ wasn’t seen walking around with a sex magic diary.” Harry was impressed by his lie, but then again he’d had a fair amount of practice of covering his tracks regarding his sway in life. Climbing into bed, Harry didn’t miss the disappointed looks on his friend’s faces, the four of them having expected something interesting. The truth naturally would be more than just interesting; it’d be a scandal Harry couldn’t escape. So there was no way in hell anyone was going to know about his secret, at least not until Voldemort was dead and everyone had forgotten about the boy savior.

“Night, Harry” Ron smiled at Harry before he closed his privacy curtain. Harry nodded and waited patiently until he’d heard everyone else get into bed before he crawled to the end of his bed, and removed his diary from his trunk. Nothing was going to keep Harry from reading tonight, but homework could wait till tomorrow….

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TBC>>>>>