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ED Issues	By : Michy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 4909 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I unfortunately own nothing remotely related to the Harry Potter realm. Although I really wish I did, I don't make any money from my story.

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A/N: This is the first, (and probably only), Harry Potter fic I have ever posted. Please review.
A/A/N: The HET warning is a bit brief between Ginny/Harry. Although slash is mentioned, there is fairly minor slash, sorry.
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“Are you sure we should be in here, Ginny?” Harry asked, whispering as they snuck into the, currently, unused Head Girl/Boy room in Gryffindor.
“For the last time, yes. I called in a favor with someone and they told me where the room was and how to get in,” Ginny said, pulling Harry behind her by his hand.
Once inside the room, the couple closed and lightly warded the door.
“Okay, I think we’re goo-” Harry was interrupted by Ginny attacking him.
Only it was the good kind of attack.
She shoved him against the wall by the door and pulled his head down to kiss him. Harry groaned at her rough treatment, realizing that she was definitely serious about taking their relationship to the next step. That lit a fire in Harry’s belly causing him to groan and grasp her tightly before spinning them around so she was pressed up against the wall.
Ginny moaned at the movement, but didn’t take her mouth off of Harry’s, as their tongues dueled together. She leaned up on her tippy toes, rubbing her body against his, and grasped some of his hair tightly to bring him further against her.
Harry couldn’t remember being so turned on by kissing Ginny than he was at this moment. The passion in her movements was really turning him on. He thought he would have a problem, having sex with his best friend’s little sister. That he would be too nervous and possibly mess it up, but right now he couldn’t think of anything further than getting Ginny naked.
The teenagers quickly stripped each other of their clothes before they stumbled onto the bed completely naked. Harry pressed Ginny into the bed, not paying attention to anything other than her mouth.
Realizing how close they were, Ginny gently pushed Harry away and reminded him to do the contraception spells. Blushing at forgetting, caused Harry’s head to clear a bit as he reached for his wand and shakingly perform the necessary spells.
Ginny grinned at him.
“Ready?”
Harry grinned at her and hovered above her ready to kiss her again when he felt her soft, smooth, feminine hand trail down his arm and place his hand on her bare breast. The first he ever touched them. The shock of the so soft tissue under his hand caused a drastic change in Harry.
He went flaccid.
Both couples froze as they realized, at the same moment, what happened. Harry’s entire body flushed red and he quickly collapsed on the bed beside Ginny and with his head buried in the pillow began to profusely apologize to her.
Ginny blinked for a moment before Harry’s muffled words reached her brain.
“Harry it’s okay…. A lot of the girls say that this happens their first time,” Ginny whispered, petting Harry’s head. Harry just shook his head he was so mortified.
How could this have happened? I’ve never gone soft like that in my life!!! OMG!
“Maybe I put too much pressure on you,” Ginny admitted. “You were obviously nervous before we started and I just ignored it.”
“I wasn’t nervous, Gin,” Harry said, lifting his head to look at her. “When we started kissing, I don’t think I was ever more ready for something.”
Ginny frowned then, trying to figure out what had happened then. The room was filled with a very uncomfortable silence before Ginny cleared her throat.
“We should head back.”
Harry buried his head back into the pillow and listened to Ginny get off the bed, dress, take the wards down, leave, and close the door.
Sometime later Harry found his way back to the common room. He realized it was late when he saw only Hermione there reading and taking notes. Hermione looked up at the noise, startled.
“There you are. Where have you been?” she asked.
Harry just shook his head and fell onto the couch.
“What’s wrong? Did you and Ginny have a row?” she asked.
“Why do you ask?” Harry asked.
“Ginny’s been real quiet. She also has an odd look on her face,” she said.
Harry just groaned and pressed his face into the couch cushion. Hermione frowned, before looking at the direction he came from.
“Wait, were you just in the Head room? Did you and Ginny-” Hermione cut herself off with a gasp.
Harry looked up startled and hissed at her to keep quiet.
“I’m not talking about it,” he said.
“But obviously something happened. Why not tell me?” she asked.
“Uh, maybe because you’re my girlfriend’s brother’s girlfriend…who also happens to be my best friend.”
“Pssh. You won’t believe the stuff Ginny’s told me in the past that I don’t tell you or Ron,” Hermione said.
“Really?” Harry asked.
“Yes, Harry. So talk. I’m right aren’t I. You and Ginny….”
“Not exactly,” Harry said.
“Explain.”
Harry told Hermione, blushing the whole time, what happened.
“Harry it was your first time. You were probably nervous,” Hermione said.
“That’s what Ginny said, but Hermione…I wasn’t,” Harry said. “I mean…I was really getting into it while we were hot and heavy and then just….”
Hermione frowned.
“That is interesting.”
“Maybe I was cursed?” Harry asked.
“You know, that should be something you could look into,” she offered. “Madam Pompfrey woul-”
“Pompfrey?” Harry asked, horrified at the suggestion. Hermione rolled her eyes.
“Well it’s either her or Professor Snape and I know how you feel about him,” she said.
Harry frowned and thought a moment. Since the end of the war last year, he and Snape had some weird unspoken truth. Snape didn’t go out of his way to terrorize Harry and the rest of Gryffindor…too much. And Harry tried not to get on Snape’s bad side.
“You know, that may not be a bad idea,” Harry said, getting up and walking out the portrait door.
“Harry! I didn’t mean now!” Hermione hissed at him, but the door closed and she rolled her eyes. “Be it on your head.”
Harry walked with purpose down into the dungeons and it wasn’t until he knocked on the door that he became nervous.
“Enter.”
Harry pushed the door open and quickly stepped inside before closing the door.
“Mr. Potter, would you mind telling me why you are here more than an hour after curfew?” Snape asked, never looking up from his marking.
How does he do that?!
“Wait, what?” Harry asked. Snape sighed and rolled his eyes before looking up at his student.
“Mr. Potter, might I suggest you purchase a watch.”
Harry bit his lip.
“Sorry, sir. I didn't realize how late it was.”
“Obviously. Now would you mind answering my first question?” Snape asked in a bored tone.
Harry cleared his throat and clenched the ends of his shirt.
“I-I might have been cursed,” Harry said.
Snape raised an eyebrow and asked, “And what might cause you to think so, Mr. Potter?”
“I-er…. Um, you see something-er-happened,” Harry stammered. Snape smirked and leaned back in his chair now.
“My, my. Harry Potter at a lost for words. I do believe it’s a bit early for Christmas,” Snape remarked. Harry blushed a bit.
“I-I can’t…sir. It’s embarrassing,” Harry finally explained.
“Which would explain your late visit and why you are not in the Hospital Wing. Very well,” Snape said, reaching into his robes and pulling out a small vial of a very familiar looking potion. Harry glared at the vial before the professor.
“You have three choices, Mr. Potter. One, you explain right now what problem you have. Two, you leave now and I may not dock five points. Or three, you take this and we shall get on with this meeting,” Snape explained, the vial resting in his open palm. Harry bit his lip before glancing back behind him at the door.
But then he saw Ginny’s face when the encounter happened and changed his mind.
“I’ll take it, sir,” Harry said, stepping forward.
“Excellent, no-”
“But you have to swear by your wand that you’ll only ask me questions pertaining to my-er-problem,” Harry finished. Harry gulped a little at the gleam that came into Snape’s eye and the smirk directed at him.
“Well done, Potter. Very well.”
Snape took his wand out and made the swear, before putting his wand away and administering the Veritaserum. Harry had sat down in the chair in front of Snape’s desk and was waiting until Snape began.
“What is your full name?” Snape asked.
“Harry James Potter,” Harry said. Snape nodded, verifying the potion was indeed working.
“What is the issue with which you came to see me this evening?”
“I believe I may have been cursed.”
“What led you to believe this?”
“Because of when I tried to have sex for the first time with my girlfriend.”
Snape raised an eyebrow, incredibly interested.
“What happened when you tried to have sex with your girlfriend? And don’t leave anything out.” Harry’s cheeks turned a bit pink before he began, in quite vivid detail, what happened earlier that day.
Once Severus realized what happened he couldn’t help but smirk. He knew exactly what happened, but he needed to perform a test to be sure. Potter’s face was completely red now, obviously embarrassed with retelling this story.
Severus gave the antidote to Potter and waited until he drank the potion before he knew the affects were gone.
“I believe I know what’s going on, Potter.”
“Really, sir? Was I cursed?” Potter asked, almost relieved.
“Not exactly. There is a test I must perform first to confirm my results,” Severus said.
“Anything, sir.”
Eager are we?
Severus took out his wand and conjured a blindfold. Potter looked a little hesitant, but took the blindfold, thinking he could trust Severus. Severus smirked at Potter’s blind trust, before he began a slightly complex spell. He knew the moment it was done when he saw a very ghostly image of Ginerva Weasley.
“Harry,” Harry jumped at hearing Ginny whisper in his ear.
“Ginny? Wh-what are you doing here? Professor?” Harry called. Ginny giggled.
“Professor?" She asked. “I didn’t know you were into role-playing, Harry.”
“I don’t understand what’s going o-” Harry gasped as Ginny nipped at his right ear.
“Don’t think, just feel, Harry,” Ginny said, taking Harry’s left hand and placing it on her breast. Harry stiffened a little before he finally began feeling Ginny up. There was a voice in the back of his head asking him where the professor went, why Ginny was here, and what this had to do with the test.
But something clicked in Harry and he placed his hands on Ginny’s waist and pulled her closer to him as she kissed up along his neck. Harry groaned a little as his neck was a pleasurable spot for him and Ginny was using it against him. Harry moved his hands to Ginny’s bum and gave it a healthy squeeze that caused Ginny to breathlessly moan against his neck. Ginny wiggled on his lap, but didn’t feel anything there, so then began French kissing Harry. She then tightly gripped his hair and pulled his head back so she could lave at his neck some more.
Severus raised an eyebrow and tapped his finger against his lips as he watched Potter and the ghostly Weasley. He was a little surprised at how quickly Potter forgot his surroundings when the ghost placed Potter’s hand on its breast. This caused Severus’ other eyebrow to rise as, for a moment, he thought he was wrong about his guess. But then he noticed that although Potter’s hands were getting into the action, nothing else was and the ghost realized this as well, not feeling any kind of state of arousal from Potter.
Severus knew his guess was accurate when the ghost roughly pulled Potter’s head and he saw how Potter reacted. His body arched and tightened and his mouth opened in an ‘oh’ of a gasp. Potter’s hands left the ghost’s body and grasped the arms of the chairs tightly, almost straining. As it was only a ghost of the Weasley girl, Severus could see Potter’s obvious arousal. The ghost changed tactics again and lightly trailed its fingers down the side of Potter’s face, whispering how much it loved him.
Severus almost smiled at the results. He flicked his wand and the ghost and blindfold disappeared, leaving a startled and blinded Potter blinking rapidly.
“Nothing is ever easy for you is it, Potter?” Severus asked. Harry refocused his eyes on his professor and a blushed a little.
“What the hell was that?” he asked.
“Language, Potter. That was the test,” Snape said.
“Test? B-but…so that wasn’t really Ginny?” Snape rolled his eyes.
“No, Potter. It was just a spell.”
“So, did you find out what’s wrong with me?” Harry asked.
“Yes. I now have a perfect understanding of what is wrong with you,” Snape said, smirking, while walking to stand behind him.
“Th-that’s great, sir. So what it is?” Harry asked.
Snape bent at the waist until he was by Harry’s ear and whispered, “You’re a queer.”
Harry jolted in his seat and was ready to bolt as he began to yell at Snape. Snape smirked and stepped in front of Harry and pushed him back into his seat hard enough to cause the chair to scrape back a few centimeters. He then gripped Harry’s wrists to the arms of the chair.
“Let me go you greasy bastard!” Harry yelled.
“No,” Snape mocked.
“Let go! Or I’ll tell Dumbledore about your lies and your tricks!”
“What lies and tricks, Mr. Potter?”
“I’m not queer you fuck!”
“Really, then explain…this,” Snape cupped Harry’s erection quickly and gave it a hard squeeze. Harry moaned and almost came in his pants right then as he arched into the touch.
“You see, Mr. Potter. Women just don’t turn you on. At least not in the normal sense. It’s not the soft caresses, the smooth hands, the undeniable weakness in their soft bodies you crave,” Severus taunted in Harry’s ear. “It’s the hard bodies, rough touches, and the strength that you yearn for.”
Harry whimpered at Severus’ sensual tone. He never knew his professor could lower his voice in such a way. Severus gave a dark chuckle at the response. Severus moved slowly, allowing his hands to brush against Harry’s heated body until he was behind him.
“You crave a much more solid touch than your ginger counterpart could ever give you,” Severus whispered, giving a sharper nip to Harry’s ear than Ginny ever had, causing Harry to buck in the air, craving Snape’s cruel hand.
“My, how things change, Potter. At first you were foaming at the mouth in rage over a little word and now look at you,” Severus sneered. “A wanton little slut craving my next touch.”
Harry moaned at the words, unable to deny the truth behind him. He hissed when he felt Snape’s cold hand under his shirt, touching his stomach and moving up to his nipple. That confused him for a moment as no one has ever touched his nipple with purpose that Snape’s touch was implying.
He couldn’t figure out why he never tried it before, after he felt the jolt of arousal go straight to his cock, causing it to harden further and brought literally on the brink of orgasm when Snape twisted his nipple.
“You see Mr. Potter. You will never be able to enjoy the touch of a woman again…when I’m through with you.”
And with that Snape gave a quick lick and bit Harry’s neck, right at his pulse while giving both of his nipples a quick twist. Harry screamed Snape’s name as he had the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had in his life. He saw black edges creeping into his vision and the last thing he knew was hearing Snape give a low, and long groan/growl.
Once Harry’s vision began to clear he realized he was still in Snape’s office, alone. As the ramifications of what just happened hit him, harry bolted out of his chair and out of the office all the way to the tower.
Not bothering to change, Harry kicked his shoes off and slipped under the covers of his bed in the Gryffindor boys dormitory. He covered himself with the sheets as his mind quickly went over everything that just happened over and over again.
Was he actually queer?
It was only by the grace of pure exhaustion that Harry was able to fall asleep that night with dreams of rough hands on his body and a dark voice in his ear.
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