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Harry was pissed, he had gotten a grand total of 0 points on his potions exam, he knew Hermione would be livid with him as they had studied together all through the night last night. He thought he was doing well but as soon as he sat down the next morning her felt his stomach drop as he was filled with anxiety and anything he had learned last night seemed to disappear from his memory. He struggled through the exam, each answer an essay to be completed through the course of the hour exam. He struggles through each one, but feels about as good as he could about the answers - but the next week the scores are back, and he's gotten ... zero points. He huffs down the hallway, his mood obvious to all around him, slytherins snickering in his wake and his face flushes with absolute frustration.
He's not thinking, just stomping through the hallways, everyone kind of shuffling away from him - he finds himself in front of the potions classroom, despite potions not starting for another 15 minutes. He growls to himself and storms into the room and to his seat, his essays clenched in his hand and face hot with anger. Thankfully Snape isn't visible; for now. Harry is utterly distraught, feet tapping anxiously as he shuffles through his bag loudly, pulling out paper and quills and inkpots, ingredients needed for the potion today. His stomach turning and broiling as he keeps thinking about the essays and the way this will affect his grades.
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Snape is in the ingredients chamber, taking stock and looking through old roots and pieces of various creatures. Making sure everything is dry and well preserved, making sure he has enough extra ingredients to last the month; as he does this, his nearly happy trance is interrupted by a flurry of sound and shuffling from someone coming into the classroom. Snape glowers at his work, hoping it won't be thoroughly interrupted by the student entering his space. Hoping it wasn't Ms. Granger with all her pestering questions. He snorts a little, and continues; but he stops to listen as he hears someone muttering under their breath and loudly sorting through papers and ink pots. Banging things down onto one of the desks.
Snape peaks out of the pantry, and notices it is Harry. That's even worse, his glower turns into a frown and a slight hiss of frustration. He had given the boy a fail on the test; he was certain the insolent boy had cheated, no way he had done as well as he had. He scrunched his nose in frustration and went back to his sorting. Paying no mind to Harry as he shuffled angrily, extremely early to the class, and tapping his feet annoyingly over the cold stone floor.
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Harry for a moment feels a shiver down his spine as he finally sets everything up; he stares at the essays in his hand forlornly, and angrily makes up his mind that he would be confronting Snape about them as soon as he found the rat. But at the same time his stomach is roiling in anxiety and rage, he nearly doesnt know what to do. For some reason Snape always made him feel some kind of horrible, the way Snape's eyes seemed to pierce the back of his head whenever Potter wasn't looking. He really just wants to run back up to the common room and slip away into his bed... pretend he was sick. But he made it all the way here already, and it was supposedly only a few minutes till class started anyway.
Before he could make up his mind to abscond, the snake slithers out from the potions closet, and Harry starts a bit. He had thought he was alone, and his face flushes with something anyway; he wasn't really sure how to quantify it, or acknowledge it.
He opens his mouth to speak, but only a whispered puff of air comes out, and he clears his throat to try again. Snape turns around at him with a thinly veiled glare, his eyes sparking with something, in the torchlight.
"Why are you here Potter." he drawls out, "class doesn't start until later, its postponed today." Snape reminds the brat.
Harry's face falls, he's forgotten. Obviously. In his frustration at the test score he has arrived much early then necessary; Hermione was out on a field trip today, and Ron sick with the flu, he hadn't had his friends to help remind him.
"I uh " he stammers, his stomach raging beneath him, "I just, um, wanted to talk to you about this." He stands abruptly and rushes over to the professor, hoping he doesn't mention the pile of ready ingredients and parchments on the desk. He raises the essays to the professor, hardening his gaze at the older man.
"yes, and what did you want to talk to me about them" Snape asks, raising his eyebrow, his gaze stoney. Harry's stomach nearly leaves him behind as it feels as though it fell out of his torso.
"I uh .." he trails off, his rage forgotten, and off put by making such a blunder to arrive nearly an hour early. He mentally shakes himself and tries to steel his resolve, " I wanted to ask why you gave me a 0" He holds the roll of parchment in his hand, reaching to hand it to the professor. "I know I got at least some of this right, I dont understand why I've got no points at all." He grumble internally to himself, why should he even care about this, he doesn't even know why he's here, and finds himself wanting to curl up in bed more then ever.
"You got plenty right Potter, but I am certain it is not your work at all. You must have cheated." Snape sneers at him. Certainty of Potters behavior gleaming behind his eyes. "I have given you the score you deserve. It cannot be changed." He turns away to go to his desk, to straighten up papers that had gotten disorganized through the last class.
Harry huffs behind him, he can't help but follow after the professor loudly, his shoes clicking over the echoey floor. "No!! I did not cheat!" He insists. "You could ask ANYONE in the gryffindor common room, you could even ask proffessor Mcgonigal, I swear it."
Snape turns on his heel suddenly, "you don't think I actually care about that, do you ?" snape hisses at him, his eyes sparkling aggressively in the torchlight. "there is NOTHING, you can do to change my mind" snape hisses in his face. Harry feels rage building up in his gut, he feels the tiredness from his actual first attempt to study for this class, and he feels it burst from his chest.
"Weren't you supposed to be my mom's friend." he rages at the professor, "weren't you supposed to help me??"
Snape is struck by the sudden intense urge to slap the boy in front of him, "That's none of your business boy"
"No, I think it is. I will go to the headmaster right now if you dont grade this paper properly." Harry insists, knowing that he was in the right. "If you really cared about my mum you would give me a chance" he hisses. Snapes hands twitch near his wand, anger filling his belly now as the brat mentions her. His face feels both hot and cold at the same time and he can't help it, there's a loud crack and Potter is on the floor.
"Do NOT, mention her name to me boy, or you will certainly find yourself on the floor again." he hisses to him, breathing hard, only somewhat surprised to find his hand stings where he had struck harry in the side of his jaw.
Harry finds himself on the floor, his knees bruised and wrists aching from catching himself. And he finds that there are wet spots on the floor, confused for a moment before realizing the horrible sound he's hearing is his own heaving sobs, and the floor is wet with his tears.
As Snape realizes the boy's reaction, and as he realizes what he's done his fingers slink towards his wand to erase the memory from the boy, his stomach twisting with guilt and horror.
Harry though is a moment faster and surges up with a tear stained face slamming his arm into Snape's wrist to disarm him. Snape losing his grip almost instantly, and his wand flying away from him. He snarls. Harry surges his other arm up and punches the professor in the gut winding him, before pushing him up against the desk. He grasps at Snape's robes but his view is tear stained, and he's breathing hard already from sobbing a moment ago. Snape scrabbles back and knocks Potter's glasses out of the way, cracking the lenses on the stone floor.
They scrabble against each other, scratching uselessly and trying to just hurt each other as much as they could, fueled by hatred for each other, for hatred of the treatment of each other.
"You're nothing like her you know, She actually took me seriously!" Snape finds himself hissing at the boy. Losing control easily at the mention of her name.
"I'm not her!" Harry counters.
"Of course you're not, your sullied by your awful father's tampering"
"Don't you dare speak ill of him!!" harry nearly bellows as he pushes Snape down the small staircase in the front of the classroom, tripping and tumbling after him.
"I will do as I please with you, as he has done m u c h worse to me" with each word snape jabs at harry punching and pinching and doing as best he can to pin the boy, working himself up. A sinister energy forming in his demeanor as he feels the muscles of the strong boy beneath him writhe against him.
"don't, YOU, SLANDER HIM" he bellows back, writhing helplessly as Snape finally pins his arms to the floor.
"Potter you are losing yourself," Snape says back to him calmly, not wanting this to go much further then it already had, the longer the memory, the more difficult it would be to erase. If he could only reach his wand.
Harry just writhes harder against Snapes grip, for now age and experience winning over the haughty anger of youth.
"The only reason I'm so mad, Is that for once I actually tried!!! I studied all night with Hermione and Professor Sprout." he finally admits. His essays were about the effects and growing methods for various herbs. He finds that his anger all but swooshes out of him, leaving only a desire for some kind of recognition at his attempt at respect to the older man.
Snape is taken aback, he certainly did not expect this. His face twists into a sneer. His cynical outer shell cracking, as Potter would unlikely lie about having studied with professor Sprout. He glares at the boy pinned beneath him, before slowly releasing the boys arms. Hands shaking suddenly, after realizing they had just assaulted each other, pretty extensively.
Snape is suddenly struck by how similar the boy is to Lily, and his heart clenches with immeasurable grief for her.
He gathers himself up and stands up from his pin, releasing the boy and dusting himself off.
"Leave. Now." he commands. Harry drags himself up from the ground, his elbows and knees bruised over the hard stone.
"no." he says to snape. "I need you to judge me fairly." suddenly Snape is reminded just as well of James, Harry's father, and a twisting rage builds back up again before her spins and turns on his heel to face the boy again.
"If you do not leave now, it will be detention in the forbidden forest and 100 points from gryffindoor" he hisses at him. Harry frowns but pulls the now crumpled essays from his robes and pushes them insistantly towards Snape.
Snape looks at the essays and then the boy, he falters for a moment.
"Grade them fairly, and I won't tell anyone that you assaulted a student and broke my glasses." Harry's hand grazes over his own wand as he watches Snape closely.
Snape growls slightly to himself and then reaches as if to take the papers from Harry, who reaches closer so he can reach them. Instead Snape grabs Harrys wrist and spins him around over to bend him over the desk. Papers flying everywhere in a flurry, he wandlessly slams the doors of the classroom shut, and casts some charms to soundproof the room. Impatient with the boy, tired of his insolence. In all honesty he could care little about the grade itself, he just wanted to put the brat in his place. At least that's what he told himself.
His nails seem to curl into claws as they dig into Harry's wrists, still without glasses, and still somewhat dazed from Snape suddenly pinning him again, wandless magic seems to dull Harry's senses and his not really sure what is going on, he whimpers dazedly.
Snape snorts, Harry really was a pushover; if he really was going to protect this idiot he needed to teach him a lesson. With the doors locked shut and the soundproofing, he finds himself a little uncertain, what was he going to do to this boy? Double cross Dumbledore here and now? kill the boy? He knew he was proficient with memory charms, but what to do what to do.... the boy had his arms pinned over his head, and belly slightly exposed as Snape had knocked the table beneathe his knees.. Snape inadvertently finds warmth of a different kind building in his belly. And feels himself realize what it is, finding himself flooded with desire to put this brat in his place, along with deep crazed yearning for Lily. But she was dead, he reminded himself bitterly.
He thinks to himself for a few more moments, it would be a horrible way to get back at James, it would be a horrible thing to do... with all these thoughts flittering about him, it felt like his body decided for him, giving a horrible throb of his cock, as the boy beneath him moaned pitifully. His eyes pleading the professor, a dazed blush covering his cheeks, panting softly with the effort of the daze spell Snape had subconciously cast upon him. Snape finds himself frozen in thought, watching the boy beneath him, and finds himself realizing he was almost just as pretty as Lily... almost prettier in some ways with how unruly his hair was, how he whined softly, almost like a kid having a nightmare.
Snapes arousal builds in his belly, dripping down hotly into his cock, which was now straining against his trousers, annoyingly scratchy fabric rubbing against him, he absentmindedly releases himself from the zips and his cock flops over Harry's groin, and it touches, and Snape finds himself releasing a gush of pre, and gripping Harry's wrists tighter, his breath quickening and hears a whine, from himself or the boy he wasn't sure.
He strips Harry's tie from his collared shirt and uses it to tie his wrists, wordless magic filling the space with charms to soundproof, to ward the room and to make people forget there was class today, he's not certain what he's doing, he hardly knows why his hands move the way they do. Harry's wrists secured, above his head; he pulls at the boys button on his pants, and tugs it open, fumbling, breath heavy and scratching in his throat as he opens the pants; releasing Harry's own flacid length. Harry makes a whining sound at the cold air, dazed, almost in a sleep state.
Snape can't help but inhale the scent of this youthful boy, he knew this was so wrong. So fucked up of him, but the boys eyes looked just like hers, maybe just once he would let himself pretend. Maybe just once he would let himself have this release. He finds he is just hovering over harry, his own hand moving of its own accord stroking his length with trembling strokes, throbbing and dribbling pre everywhere. Feeling disgusted with himself on principle, but not enough to stop what he was doing.
He tugs Harry's pants down further, releasing more of the moonlight pale skin. Covered in dark hair, a contrast to the nearly white skin. He huffs Harry's scent kneeling down to get closer to Harry's cock. One hand stroking his own length with a trembling hand, the other grasping Harry's leg with a clawed grip. Miraculously Harry doesnt stir too much, but something about the way his cock was so close was too much for Snape. He leaned forward and closed the distance, tentatively beginning with a deep inhale of the boys musk. It fills him with a heady kind of euphoria; this would surely put the boy in his place, this would surely show him.
He stands suddenly, and grabs a bottle of lotion from his desk, slathering himself in it, and quickly slathering the boys hole in some. Moving faster so he wouldn't let himself think about what he was doing, his cock hard and throbbing in his hand. Pretending it was Lily would surely work, right? These weren't feelings for the brat were they... Snape shook his head, he did not want to think about this right now.
He stroked up and down his length once more, heat building in his belly as he presses his tip up to Harry's ass, covering it in slimy lotion. Snape pushes slowly in, slowly working his cock tip over the boys hole, so much smaller then the thick tip of his cock, he rubs against it in a futile fashion, rutting and huffing. Harry lets out a whimper, and Snape's cock throbs at what he's doing, he huffs and thrusts his hips quickly forward, finally pushing into harry suddenly; and he hisses as Harry clenches down tight around him. He slowly pushes himself all the way in, stretching Harry quickly and fills him up, he nearly sobs at how tight Harry's ass feels around him, how small he is compared to him. He hilts the boy and a shudder wracks through his body; disgusted with himself.
He finds himself thrusting into the teenager anyway, gripping Harry by the jaw to make the boy's sleepy eyes look at him as he fucks into him. Snape nearly sobs as Harry's eyes open somewhat, as he looks so much like her. And he feels a shudder wrack up his entire spine as Harry whines uncomfortably, twitching on Snape's cock. His own length slowly swelling with blood. Harry's slowly hardening cock sends Snape's brain feral. The brat fucking likes his ass fucked. He lets out a heavy breath, he suddenly wants this for real, he doesn't want Harry asleep while he does it. He's not sure if he wants the boy, or to fuck or hurt his parents anymore, he just loves the ways Harry's cock twitches underneath him, the way he whimpers and whines, twitching as Snapes pale thighs slap against the boy's. Both of their breathing speed up as Snape can't help but release some of the daze spell he had been holding Harry under, he thrusts brutally into the boy, lotion making wet slapping and plopping noises as Snape abuses Harry's body.
As some of the spell is lifted, Harry begins to wake up, and he lets out a long whine.. dazed and tired, he hears the wet slapping and feels confused. Before he wakes up more to the feeling of bruised body, bound wrists, and a hot boiling feeling in his belly as he realizes this might be a wet dream. He feels his ass being spread apart, pushed and pulled with a burning heat. A wetness spreading between his legs and a hot throbbing building in his cock ... he whines somewhat, wanting to go back to sleep, not even sure where this dream was coming from.
He hadn't really, considered ... whether he wanted this type of play .. let alone fantasized about it. He whines as the stretch gets rough, and his eyes flicker open. In front of his is his flushed professor and he scrunches his face up in tired confusion; he whines as Snape pounds into him, his mouth falls open, and Harry feels his cock swell in embarrassment as who this dream is about. Not really wanting to acknowledge the throbbing between his legs and the burn in his ass. His emotions in turmoil as he finds his wrists bound, his mind still hazy he whines as Snape hits him in a spot that makes him see stars, and he huffs as Snape begins to hit it again and again. His cock throbbing between his legs as Snape does. Harry, barely conscious, but conscious enough for Snape to throb inside him.
" god you fucking brat" Snape huffs out as Harry clenches down and stirs below him, still dazed by the magic seeping through the room like black smoke.
"are you gonna cum on my cock?" he wonders to himself, one hand gripping Harry's thigh with nearly clawed hands, and the other reaching shakily up to begin touching Harry's length. At the first touch, Snape feels a tendril of guilt and arousal coil within his belly, his cock throbbing and nearly dripping pre inside the young boy. He can't help himself but rut against the boy as his hand grips Harry's cock. Which now dribbles over Harry's belly, Harry seems to wake more as his length is rubbed, flinching as Snape rubs over the sensitive head. But he won't wake fully, and Snape wants him to be awake when they cum. He raises his hand and smacks Harry across the face again, and grips his cock hard to wake him.
Harry wakes slowly, but the slap, the slap was enough to bring him more to his senses and he groans, beginning to realize this might not be a dream. With the realization, that Snape is between his legs, he stutters, and whines, "you hit me!" Snape snickers at this outburts, continuing his feral desecration.
Harry whines as he comes more to his senses, comes more to the realization that Snape is inside him and whines all over again, it feels way too fucking good for this fucking snake to be between his legs, his cock throbs at the idea of his professor putting him in his place in this way. "g.. get off" Harry whines, trying to push Snape away, but the tussle and the pounding were sapping him of his strength, the tie binding his arms and the magic seeping into his lungs making him sleepy still.
Snape makes a happy noise, and draws his nails over Harry's chest hard, scraping him. Humping up and pounding into the boys prostate as he strokes Harry's cock feverishly, any semblance of guilt disappearing from his features as Harry whines and struggles against his flesh trying and failing to harm Snape back, tears streaming down his face with coughing sobs. "it feels too good..." Harry thinks to himself, his stomach curling with disgust and guilt. Whining a bouncing whine as Snape continuously pounds into him, timing his strokes with his thrusts in a way that is overstimulatingly good. Harry whines again, "pleeease. ... stop, get out ... get away from me" Harry whispers with great effort, whining against his captor.
Snape leans down to get closer to Harry's face, Harry's vision blurry, but he can smell Snapes breath, and he tries to spit in Snape's face, but before he can, Snape covers his mouth in a hungry kiss, his fist pumping Harry's cock, and thrusting slow and deep over Harry's prostate. He begins to cum, and his ass clenches down so hard, that Snape cums with a groan hot and wet into Harry and Harry gasps into the kiss, a sob echoing throughout the empty classroom. Harry's seed dribbling and pumping all over his stomach, and Snapes cock splitting him open; and Harry just sobs into Snapes face, a dry broken thing.
Snape breathes heavy, his release washing over him, just as his realization of what he's done. Deep heavy pants, as he does it, he places one last chaste kiss over Harry's forehead, and pulls out, an obscene schlop of his seed dribbling from Potters hole. He sneers at it, sneering at the sound Harry is making, a horrible whining tearless sob. Unable to catch his breath it seems. Snape falters again, looking over the room lackadaisically for his wand, the memory charm, he has... to find his wand... he can't let ... Harry remember this. He would lose his entire life. He looks around in a panic, his anxiety creating an aura of fear around the room, with the sound of Harry's whimpers echoing around him a horrible reminder of what he had done.