AN- HP belongs to JK Rowling, not me. ^^
I still remember what he first told me… the words that first caught my attention.
"I can teach you to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death…"
"So you're a Slytherin, boy?" he asked me.
"… Draco," I told him, unnerved by how he'd spat out the word "boy". It was as if he demanded to know my name without saying as much.
"Malfoy?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, Sir," I nodded. I am very proud of my name. Professor Snape smiled at me, a kind of cold fire blazing in his eyes, assuring me that I had every right to take pride in being my father's son.
"Lucy's boy, eh?" he licked his lips.
I'd never heard of anyone brave enough to call my father "Lucy" before. My expression must have given me away. He smirked and closed my mouth with two callused fingers. "Relax, Boy… I doubt he can hear us… or that he'd care. Lucius and I have quite the history together," he muttered, more to himself than to me.
As he finished speaking, I found myself able to move and breathe again. I exhaled and cleared my throat, realizing that he still had his fingers under my jaw and was inching closer to me. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking him up and down.
I'll do as I please, Misster Malfoy," he said, a sudden hiss in his voice. "I am the head of this house, am I not?"
"Yes, Sir." I couldn't argue. He got closer to me and I found I didn't much want to argue or protest. I let him come close. I let him press his chest to mine. I felt a blush come over my face and I let him take my lips in a kiss.
He fell on me and enveloped us both in his black cloak, kissing my neck and pulling at my tie; then at my zipper. I pushed him and he stared at me, taken aback. "You dare stop me, Boy?"
"Draco."
He ignored me. "And what if I told you I knew you liked it… that you didn't really wish to stop me?"
My eyes went wide. How could he have known that? Could he see through me? I cleared my throat again. "Prove it."
A crooked grin crept across the professor's lips; lips that I wanted to taste again. I instantly regretted my challenge. For the first time in a long time, the icy hand of fear stroked my spine.
Before I knew it, I was stuck in a chair, unbound but unable to move. He held up a tiny bottle between his thumb and fore finger. "Venitrecerim. One drop, Draco… and you'll tell me everything I want to know. I could extract even the darkest most kept secrets of your young mind and you'll not be able to resist telling me how badly you really want my… attention."
I looked up into his eyes again; black as night… I felt my legs go numb
As if he knew, he smirked at me and pulled the cork out of the bottle, pressed it to my lips and made me drink. My body felt like it froze over then a warmth came over me. I felt so relaxed and comfortable.
Professor Snape loomed over me and pulled off my tie. "Do you feel comfortable?"
"Yes." I felt myself speak. I willed myself not to, but it was no good.
My guess was that he was asking me questions that he knew the answers to, checking to make sure the potion had worked. He tugged off my pants and smirked at me as I gazed up, glassy eyed, at him. "Such a good boy…" he muttered again. "Do you want me… Draco?" he asked, breathing hotly on my neck.
I moaned and heard myself speak again. "Yes." A blush came over me and I tried to turn away as he tore my shirt off. My eyes fell to the floor as the buttons clicked and scattered, seeming to scurry away to find a place to hide.
Snape's cold hands crawled across my chest like spiders, slowly heading toward my neck. I felt his hands bracing me as his lips kissed me in odd places; first my neck, then down my chest and to my stomach. He pulled me out of the chair and kicked it over, grinning as I allowed myself to wrap my legs around his waist.
"Oh… eager are we?" he smirked again.
"Yes…" I mumbled again.
"Going to stop me?"
"No…"
Again, he grinned. This time, he lowered me down onto a bed made up in green silk sheets and blankets. My hands shook as I reached up to unbutton his robes. He smirked at me, letting them fall off and adding them to the pile of clothing. His tongue seemed to dance on my chest as my fingers fumbled with his pants' button.
It didn't take long for his pants, my boxers and socks to appear on the floor. The professor had me on my hands and knees, one hand wrapped around my erection and the other he used to slip two fingers inside my virgin heat.
"A-ah!" I gasped, moaned and couldn't help but to start panting softly. Feeling his fingers inside was a new experience, but what excited me was the thought that those fingers would soon be replaced by his rock hard cock.
That thought stayed with me until he pulled his fingers out of me. I thought he was going to stop. I could tell that he had to hold in a laugh as a whimper escaped me. "Relax, Draco. I'm not stopping just yet."
A strange feeling of relief over took me, and I felt his hands grasp my hips. The tip of his penis was practically begging for entrance. Snape forced his right ring finger into my mouth and moaned as I bit down. I don't remember now what excited me more; his moan or the fact he'd just pressed inside me.
The moan escaped me and he took his finger away. "Good boy… you're everything I'd imagined you'd be…"
At first I didn't quite understand what that might have meant. I had no clue that my father had only spared me thus far to let someone else take my first. It must have been a promise they made to each other.
Severus remained still inside me, listening to me pant and moan, waiting for my body to accept the change. It hurt at first, feeling my heat stretched over his length, which , in turn, filled me. The pain slowly seemed to melt away; being replaced, at once, with pleasure.
As if he knew it was time, Severus Snape took my hips in a firm grasp and pulled mu body onto his. The sudden wave of pain and pleasure was like a bath of red water. Bitter sweet moan came from both of us as he rocked his hips inside of me. Being a virgin and only a first year, I passed out half way through it. I may never know if he kept going or just threw me away, planning to try again later.
I awoke later that night, almost early morning, to the sound of someone running hastily down the stairs. My eyes shot open and I sat up quickly, wincing at the sudden pain in my lower back. My only thought was to cover my pale naked body but the professor had already done so. I'd been dressed in night clothes.
I found myself on the leather couch in the main room of the Slytherin House common room, staring into the green eyes of a fellow first year… Miss Pansy Parkinson. She stared back at me, blushing, robes open and wearing absolutely nothing underneath…