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A/N :
I�m really sorry that it took me so long to get that chapter updated! I promise
to update the next chapter quicker and I can tell you now that I�ve already
translated 5 pages/7 of it� but be indulgent please because my exams of the
second semester have already begun and my next exam is� English the 6 of april.

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I also write other fanfictions in French and I have my studies so I don�t have
plenty of time. Just be assure that I�ll finish this story and post until the
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Chapter 9
: The detention

As soon as Severus saw the flabbergasted
expression of his student, he berated himself. What had he been thinking,
lighting the candles?! Putting on this music?!� To seduce him� Oh Merlin, he
had been so stupid! Severus said to himself, slapping himself mentally.

�Hurry to shut the door Potter!� spat the potions
master, taking again his usual sharp and icy tone of voice. �I�ve already
enough stuff to do with those House Elves who do anything in this castle� They
placed perfumed candles everywhere now� and put music� So you see, Potter, that
I don�t need one more incompetent being!� he finished with a hard look in his
eyes.

Harry shut the door, suppressing a smile.

�You will clean that fireplace!� hissed the man who
didn�t at all have the intention to �punish� his student in that manner but who
said the first thing that had passed his brain. And now, he was regretting it
dearly but it was too late.

�What?� asked a astounded Harry.

�You�ve heard me perfectly well Mister Potter! Clean
that chimney immediately!�

�But I�m not a sweep!� protested the raven-haired boy,
outraged. The man was mad! He didn�t realise how difficult this task was!

�Twenty points from Gryffindor for your insolence
Potter!� the teacher smiled evilly, �I
didn�t tell you to scour the chimney�s pipe! You�re just going to clean hearth
and then, you�ll put some logs in it.�

Harry began to mutter.

�You have something to add Potter?� asked Snape with a
sadistic expression on his face.

�Of course not, Sir!� answered the young man with a
smooth voice which presaged nothing good. �I�ll clean it immediately.�

�Good!� replied a satisfied Snape. �And hurry up! I do
not intend to spend all my evening with a student like you.�

Harry didn�t say a word but thoughts burst forth in
his brain. After all Snape had just told him, he was about to make him pay.
Bitterly!

While beginning to develop an evil and audacious plan
in his head, Harry turned away to hide a smile which was stretching his lips.
Yes! He was going to make him pay. Snape wanted him to scrub the chimney? Good!
He will do that! Harry had the intention to satisfy his teacher� at the man�s
own risks!

�Take that Potter!� hissed Snape, giving him Mrs
Skower�s All-Purpose Magical Mess-Remover special brush. �And now, speed up!�

�All right Professor!� said Harry with a so smooth
voice that Snape frowned before returning to his desk to mark some parchments.

Harry took off his robe, congratulating himself to
have wear today underneath a light black trousers which he knew suit him
perfectly and a white tight tee-shirt. It was not at all the type of clothes
advocate by an accomplished housewife but it was certainly the best assets
which served his plan to perfection.

�Mmmmm� the young man heard suddenly. �Grand Merlin!
It would be not allowed to possess such a gorgeous body. He�s a pure invitation
to sin� Oh Harry, if you knew��

�Oh but I know!� said the Gryffindor to himself,
repressing a little and satisfied laugher. He was back to his potions master
and began �the vengeful show operation� like he had called his plan.

He put his carefully folded robe on the closest chair
and walked towards the fireplace. The first thing he had to do was to take off
the log�s scraps and the ashes.

He still could feel Snape�s burning gaze on his body
and he decided that it was the moment to begin his plan and to take action.

�Mmmmm� the student heard again as he bent down, his
bottom well visible, to catch the blackened wood slivers which piled up here
and there into the greyish powder of the ashes.

�He wants my death or what? Brat!� So
well-proportioned� everywhere��

Snape bit his bottom lip to try to suppress a moan
however, he could not help the wave of burning heat to rise in the small of his
back, swelling his sex excessively.

�Stupid Gryffindor!�

Harry swallowed a convulsive laugher and when he was
sure that the expression on his face was unreadable, indeed innocent, he turned
himself towards his teacher and asked him in a small voice, �Sir, please, can I
use my wand to erase the ashes? It will be less dirty for your floor and there
will be no problem for the stockage of those ashes.�

Snape smiled sarcastically and was about to answer
that he didn�t want him to use any magic when he saw the tip of his pink tongue
come out his mouth to lick slowly his upper then bottom lip more softly. If
Severus had not known that the brat did this innocently and that he was totally
unaware of his thoughts, he would have believed that he was licking his lips on
purpose. To arouse him.

His member was so swollen that it ached. If Potter had
not been there, he would have slid a quick and welcome hand under his robes. If
Potter had not been there� he would not have an erection!

Harry cleared his throat, asking for a response.
Severus muttered and cursed inwardly.

Because of the prat�s licentious behaviour, he didn�t
know what the boy asked him anymore.

�Professor?�

�Yes?� said the man, pleased at the fact
that his pupil was going to repeat his question without having to ask him to do
it.

�Thank you!� answered the young wizard who already had
his wand in hand. He stated a quick spell and the ashes disappeared from the
hearth.

Severus was green from anger and cursed even more in
his head.

Potter put him in such a state that he wasn�t able to
torture him anymore! Yet, he said nothing and tried, with difficulty, to
concentrate again his attention to his papers to grade to calm him down.

�The love potion is magical liquid which filters
the feelings of love. A person who throws a love potion on an other person is
immunised against all of love�s feelings and��

Severus sighed, feeling his blood boiling. It was not
worth it to correct the bad spelling that he saw sometimes and traced a big
zero with a red ink on the third year�s parchment before taking another one.

�The loved
potion is a drink that everybody likes. We can compare it to butterbeer. It�s
such a delight that��

Another zero traced. �If I continue to
this rhythm� said Severus to himself. �I�ll be finished in five minutes!� And
so I would be able to ogle Potter� No!� Besides, had he begun to clear properly
now?�

Severus tilted his head up and saw a pair of buttocks
which was moving in a passionate rhythm by brushing the rough and severely
blackened stone.

His throat tightened and it could not
prevent a low growl from passing his lips. His manhood, which had slightly
calmed down with the reading of certain drafts, reminded him more strongly of
its presence and he wriggled somewhat on his chair.

�Is he aware of what he is doing? Of what he is doing
to me? Blimey!... Little imbecile!�

The little imbecile was kneeling on all fours, half in
soot. His lower back was arched and his tempting bottom was stretched. Using
the adapted brush, he rubbed the irregular and icy surface of the rock with a
dexterity and a disconcerting skill. Promising. He was moving with grace and
flexibility in a lascive and sensual dance. Arousing. He seemed to give himself
to an invisible and insatiable lover. He seemed to lose himself in the infinite
waltz of the pleasure of flesh, taking and giving, being consumed by desire in
front of the avid eyes of his most hatred professor.

Severus couldn�t see the young man�s face but the
sight of him was enough to drive him into a primal hunger. He could easily
imagine his flushed cheeks, his half-opened eyes, enlightened by a languid
glimmer, his parted lips letting escape soft sighs of pleasure. He could almost
smell his perfumed skin. He could... STOP!

�Stop! Stop! Stop Severus!' he said to
himself before being unable to prevent himself from standing up and replacing
this invisible and vapourous being by his own greedy and burning flesh. �He is
your student. Concentrate on your essays.'

�A philtre of love is a delicate beverage whose
function is to make a man completely insane of love for a woman. Or
reciprocally. Like a valiant knight coming to abduct his queen, the choose of
his heart, in spite of her. So insane of love and sinking in a so deep sorrow
because of this not shared love that he would not be able to see another
solution but the philtre anymore. Taking along far on his white horse,
protecting her with his love for eternity, he... '

�This is not a love novel Miss Travis!� scribbled
quickly the potions master. He sighed and ran a tired hand into his black hair,
then, in front of his briefly closed lids. He had to keep his eyes everywhere
except Harry Potter. He was repeating that sentence in his head for the fifth
time when he heard a moan echo towards the chimney.

Harry was biting his bottom lip to not burst into
laugher. He heard every thought of his strict and extremely cold teacher and
couldn�t help but tease him.

Yes, towards Snape, he was a tease and he loved it.

He heard him read an essay which resembled strangely
at a beginning of a love story when he felt his body to revolt. He wanted -
required - the attention of the man on him. He had to pay every humiliations he
� Harry � had to suffer because of him! He would pay! Snape had known to scorn
him, to provoke him, to cause him pain sometimes and to punish him unfairly because
his partiality. So, he should taste his student�s revenge.

To catch his attention again, he groaned. That could
pass for a moaning of pain... or a moaning of pleasure. And this stratagem
functioned as he had hoped for. He continued to scour the stoned hearth, hoping
that he would not have to support the rhythm for a long time. If he excited
Snape sufficiently, he would not need to scrape the chimney entirely. And he
would have his revenge.

A little but disturbing voice resounded
abruptly in his head by saying to him that it was not at all the principal
reason of his ambiguous attitude, but he pushed it back.

�Mmmmmm. Oh Merlin, he had to stop those
movements immediately otherwise I�ll come in my trousers! It aches so much!�
Need release... perhaps if I... if I go quickly... he won�t see me� He is back
to him... '

Harry opened his eyes widely and froze a
fraction of a second before taking again his suggestive back and forth
movements to clean the hearth. Snape was not going to masturbate in front of -
or rather behind � him, all the same.

He perked up his ears...

�Do I do it or not�?� was wondering the older wizard,
biting his lip in confusion. He was fiddling his robes with his right hand,
which was lying on his thigh, near to his crotch.

� and heard a fast crumpling of material.

Promptly, Severus had just pushed back
the tails of his robes. Then, he undid the few buttons of his trousers,
surrendering to his internal fight. �I do it!'

Harry could not believe what he had just
heard. He could feel his heart beat quicker in his chest and his blood rush
more strongly to his temples, reddening his cheeks and circulating faster to
swell his sex which hardened fully almost instantaneously.

�Mmmmmm'. Was it he or his teacher who
had just moaned? Harry would have been unable to tell.

�Oh Merlin, Merlin yes... ' There, it was
Snape, said the young man to himself while continuing to move lasciviously.

Severus had just freed his hard member and had
surrounded it with his saving fingers. He was sitting sat on a chair in his
office, completely covered by his black clothes except for his offered cock,
pointing proudly in its glorious nudity. And he was looking at his pupil,
stirring up his body with a flexibility and an agility which invited lust. If
Potter had turned his head towards him, he would have discovered him stroking
himself because of him; and knowing that he could do it at any moment, did
nothing but arouse him more. A part of him wanted that Potter turned over, that
Potter saw him giving himself pleasure as he had never done it before.

His hand was sliding on his aching member, caressing
the skin over all its length, his thumb passing and passing again on the
already wet head, making him quiver and shiver with sensual pleasure. He was
biting his lip to the point that it bled in his attempts not to moan. His
fingers stroked in turn gently or savagely the stretched flesh in the same
rhythm as the mobile buttocks that he was gazing at. He was imagining him
taking the boy, being engulfed deeply into the two beautiful cheeks, eagerly
possessing what he did not have the right to have, tasting with greediness the
prohibited fruit, without remorse nor scruple.

He was his invisible lover and was making love to him
in that same minute.

�Harry� Oh my God, yes� Little brat who surely
possesses such a tight arse! You�re so sexy! I want you so much it kills me!
You�re mine, only mine! I want you to feel me deep inside you, want you to move
like you�re doing right now to increase the pleasure of having me inside your
burning body, want you to scream my name while coming. I want everything from
you and I�ll have it!�

Harry�s cheeks were scarlet and his throat was dry. He
could almost feel this hard cock inside him which he was calling of all his
will. He had a great difficulty to keep his hand contracted on the magic brush
instead of letting it clutch his impatient erection. Snape�s words were pure
fire, an additional torture which he only asked to have leave... But he could
not.

The man�s fingers were more ardently running on his
vibrating member which was only aspiring to the final release, now.

�Can you feel me, Harry? Beg for me to take you
harder! Deeper! Faster! Move your body again, Harry, I want to see you twisting
beneath me. I want to see you melt under my caresses. Come for me!��

Snape continued his intense and frantic
strokes, slipping on the head of his erection, stirring up his sensitivity,
increasing his desire until its explosion. He felt his body brutally be
stretched like an arc on his chair and fall down on it the most silently that
he could. He tried to shut up his gasps not to catch the attention of his
student who he saw stretching too.

Had he perceived something? A sound? He
wondered with concern before whispering a quick cleaning spell then getting
dressed properly again.

Harry tensed up suddenly while his orgasm overwhelmed
him violently. Crimson and panting slightly, he hoped that his professor had
not heard something and, with difficulty, he began again to scrub the chimney.

�Potter!� called Snape abruptly. Harry started and
froze. However, he did not turn himself towards the man nor get up. He didn�t
want his teacher to see in which state he still was.

�Potter, like I told you, I have other preoccupations
for my evening than baby-sitting you. Your detention is over! Get out of here
immediately!�

For Harry, it was not necessary to repeat it twice.
His clothes and his body was soiled with soot, soaked with sweat and he was
only longing for two things: To leave that office and to take a good shower.

So, he quickly took all his belongings and hurried to
the door without glancing once at his teacher who had just the time to bark
something before he closed the door behind him.

Luckily, the young man didn�t meet anyone on his way
which lead him to the prefects� bathroom. There, he locked the door, undressed
himself completely and let his dirty clothes fall onto the floor. Then, he
stepped quickly under the warm water of the shower.

He sighed. Of well-being, shame and anguish.

He stayed just one hour with Snape but it had totally
upset him. Not only, from now on, he knew that he wanted his professor ardently
but moreover, he was wondering whether he were not falling irremediably in love
with him.

Bad luck!

OOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOO

When Harry left the bathroom, the
corridor was not as deserted as it had been a moment ago and he felt
embarrassed� Embarrassed because he was naked under his robes. As his other
clothes were dirty, he had not put them back on but had charmed them to shrink and
placed them in his pocket.

He wanted to go straight to his common room without
speaking to anyone. He was still too disturbed to be able to hold a discussion
with somebody. Lowered head, fixated at the ground, he was thus walking quickly
but not enough to arouse suspicion or astonishment.

�Smelly cat, smelly cat. What are they feeding you? Smelly cat, smelly cat. It's not your fault��

�� if I send it to Broom-magazine now, I would receive
the autograph of the team of England under three weeks... '

�... and now she bought me those with baboons! I told
her not to buy the slipways with the penguins and she brings back the baboons�
one. I cannot believe that! Another conversation with mum is essential... '

�� I cannot remain like that! I must jerk off
immediately!'

Harry had a light start but did not stop his fast
walk. He did not want to let his imagination rove on the last verb that had
just thought this young Ravenclaw. He had already too many recent and, in a
certain way, painful memories in his head to want to reconsider other
disturbing images. However, only a single thought succeeded to divert him from
his concerns.

�I adore that. I adore to wear them, I
feel so sexy with that. It arouses me so much! And I have the right to wear
them... '

It was still and always the same seventh year
Slytherin. But what did he wear at the end? wondered Harry, seeing him passing.
Did he have always only that thought in the head? What he was wearing should
really disturb him, then. Except if he had as much thoughts as Crabbe and
Goyle.

Harry diverted his attention from this student of who
had aroused his curiosity and looked again right in front of him.

"... I assure you Albus! " Harry heard a
well known voice saying. "It is not me!"

Dumbledore�s gaze was relentless and possessed a
seriousness that Harry had never seen before. The conversation must be of
utmost importance.

�Somebody steals my candies, Alastor, I�m sure of it�
Hello Harry!�

�Hello Harry!� echoed Mad Eye Moody very quickly.

�Hello!� answered the young wizard, continuing his
way.

�I promise you, Albus. Maybe the thief is one of your
House Elves��

�Wow! It was my first kiss� and she kisses veeeery
well� althought I don�t have a lot of comparison��

�And what?! What did she want me to say? Something
romantic, yes I know but we were in the park�s rose garden, under the moonlight!
I just say a word and there you go! Blah blah and other blah blah! But, blimey!
I wanted it, this blowjob!�

�Next time, we should transfigure his clothes into a
bikini and a buoy in the shape of a duck� It would suit Filch perfectly!�

�Oh my God, this book was really good! I almost cried
at the end but, of course, I�ll tell Hannah that it was not so sentimental!�

�I�m hungry! I�m hungry! I knew I
should�ve eat this fourth coast of pork at lunch... '

Harry turned to the famished boy,
believing that it was Ron but it diverted his attention at the sight of a fifth
year Hufflepuff. He continued his progression until he arrived at his
destination and stated the new password. The portrait of the Fat Lady
swivelled, leaving free entry to the young man.

He hardly had time to penetrate the
common room that two familiar voices echoed at the same time.

"Harry, I have to speak to
you!"

The young man turned to face his two
interlocutors and shook his head. He did not know why his friends wanted to
speak to him but they both had a determined expression on their face which did
not predict anything good.

Harry felt his apprehension rising. What did Seamus
and Hermione want to speak to him about?

TBC

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A/N 2 : The
next chapter: Title: A sulfurous plan.

Harry wants Severus and to have him, he�ll think to a
plan but he won�t think of the consequences of it.
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