Eye For An Eye: After Harry witnesses an embarrassing event between his father and Snape in the Pensieve, Snape thinks it's time to even the score. The repercussions of that choice send a shockwave through their lives and oddly enough to only person to take notice immediately is Draco, who gets caught up in their game. Snarry. Lemon. Semi-N/C. SoloM. Exhib. Anal. Underage. Semi-Violent. Bond. Force. Draco/Harry. Implied James/Snape. Some Lucius/Draco elements. Canonly written characters in non-canon situations.

Pairings: Mainly Snarry, implied James/Snape, takes a shift towards Draco/Harry along the way and becomes a love triangle of sorts. Other characters come in at intervals to pair with the main three.

WARNING: A few warnings to readers to give you an idea of what the story is like; I write detailed, and try and have a good balance of drama, humor, and smut. I don't write pure smut, this story has heart and conflict, so if you just want something vulgar, you might be looking in the wrong place. Along with the heart and the drama and a little humor; my sex scenes are really detailed and can push the envelope. In this story there will be Rape, Incest, Violence, Swearing, and other such dark themes, if it doesn't float your boat, I wouldn't suggest reading it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these Harry Potter characters, all rights to them go to JK Rowling, this has been written for fun, not profit, please don't sue me. And a friend helped me with a bit of the Snape stuff in chapter one, so I can't take all the credit for that part.

FYI: This is my very first HP fic, be gentle, it was really difficult. I wanted to make it non-specific to any certain event in the fifth book so just assume it is set during that time. I changed some details here and there to fit the story, nothing too important though. This started out as a one shot, and I just kept going with it cause it was so fun to write. So it's kind of taken on a life of it's own and I'm letting the characters have it out with each other, I plan on continuing their story at least through the end of book 7 so it'll be in progress for a long time. I love getting feedback from readers and hearing if you enjoy it :] it really does encourage me to continue writing, so comments are welcomed & encouraged, but please make sure any criticism/observation/review is well thought out and politely worded. I try to take criticism well, but at least be nice about it please. I work my ass off for you guys. Thanks for reading and for your support everyone!

Happy Reading!

- Sir Longshanks

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His dark lashes fluttered against his cheeks, he could see the room so clearly now. A corridor lined with doors, everything sunken in a cold blackness that made it seem like it was underground. Any light that seeped in was white, almost blue, artificial, and devoid of warmth. It seemed familiar, but only a dim recollection, like a foreign memory belonging to someone else, but somehow found its way inside Harry's head. What's behind it… All his thoughts were bent on reaching the door at the end of the hallway, but he couldn't quite get there. The door taunted him, begging him to come closer yet staying out of reach. The cold slab of an enigma stayed fixed in place, at the back of his mind, tormenting him with the question of what was behind it constantly. And suddenly there was that sibilant hiss of his name in a whisper that sent fire crackling up through his scar...

Harry....

His green eyes fluttered open, his framed gaze looking more tired and haunted than he had in the past as he leaned against his desk in the library. His neck hung slightly and his fingers clenched around the edge of the desk behind him as the crease between his eyebrows deepened. Something was wrong with him... but he wasn't sure that the occlumency with Snape was going to be a solution. He wanted so badly to talk to Dumbledore but the man had been blatantly avoiding him all year. It made Harry want to kick something..... but he knew he was denying knowing the possible reason behind it. He wondered if it had anything to do with the way he felt when he looked at Dumbledore in his office just the other day. He felt something dark slide down in the back of his eyes as he looked at the man and this feral deadly anger flared inside him like a flash of lightning. It was a kind of virulence that was so turbulent and fierce he was sure he'd never felt that kind of hate for anyone before, even Voldemort. It was so potent, and yet so completely foreign to him.

More and more, he felt himself changing. Now that Voldemort had returned, the connection forged with him awakened fully inside Harry, spreading out from his core like some kind of poison, tainting Harry with a presence he could never wash clean. Something was taking hold of him. And it was cold, and terrifying. As much horror and darkness as he'd crawled through in his life, none of it had ever touched him, he wasn't sure if it would remain that way much longer.

Earlier as he walked the halls, he thought of his future, which seemed likely to come to a rather abrupt end at any moment. Cedric's death haunted him still. No, he hadn't known him very well. But his death felt like a failure of Harrys. He lifted a hand to trace the scar on his head and found himself cursing it inwardly. He didn't want anyone else to die. He wished there was some way that he could help it, but he felt useless. Everyone was looking to him to kill Voldemort and every person who died at his hands made Harry feel like more of a failure. Harry was supposed to come up with something brilliant to save everyone when he couldn't even save Cedric.

Harry didn't expect to survive it all, or even to win. But did it mean he'd shrink away from it all and just give up? ...never. He stood on the eave of a war he couldn't escape, the giant precipice of all he had to conquer threatening to devour him completely, and as the leader every one was looking to. As often as he'd curse and rage against what the world expected of him, of how unfair it all was, he absolutely would not let them down. As long as he was able, he would stand, and fight. He'd do it all alone if he could.

Perhaps the burden would have lessened if the Wizarding World would stop living in denial. The ministry still took every opportunity to discredit him publicly, and every time Hedwig brought him a copy of The Daily Prophet he had to brace himself for some new utterly ridiculous article about him being 'fragile and crazy'. That could have been one of the reasons he found it so annoying that Dumbledore found it necessary for him to attend occlumency lessons with Snape. If anything, Harry thought the insight into Voldemorts thoughts were a good thing, it had helped him save Aurthor's life after all, why was everyone in such a rush to break this connection? It could give him valuable clues about Voldemort's plans, and if there was anything he did NOT need now or ever, it was any surprises from that lot. He was apathetic towards practicing or applying himself to get better with Snape's lessons. He was especially curious about what lay beyond the mysterious door that plagued his dreams and even his waking mind now. His reluctance also had a great deal to do with the fact Snape has remained a rather poignant question mark from Harry's point of view as far as the man's true allegiances were concerned. He could just as easily be using this to benefit his 'dark lord' and render Harry's power useless.

He didn't, and doubted he ever would, trust Snape.

It could have been some misplaced bitterness that was clouding his judgment. Snape had given him a hard time since the moment he first walked through the doors of Hogwarts, and it wasn't just a mutual dislike, he seemed to have a personal vendetta against him. And Harry hadn't done anything to 'personally offend' Snape besides 'be famous', as his professor loved to callously remind him.

He gave a sigh and pushed himself off the desk. It was time to go down to the dungeons..

.........

With a sour taste at the back of his tongue, Snape briefly wondered what, exactly, he had done to Albus Dumbledore to make the headmaster take such exquisite pleasure in torturing him. Because, after all, that was what this little task was, wasn't it? And Dumbledore couldn't honestly make him believe for an instant that he didn't know the way this particular assignment would cause Severus' guts to knot and gnaw within him. It was beyond the pale, this abject cruelty.

The sharp clicking of his shoes echoed in the stairwell as Severus descended into the school's underbelly, the acrid and cloying smell of mildew barely masked by candles left smoldering in dusty snifters.

Here Severus Snape held his classes, led his house, and made his home for each term.

Snape paused at the archway leading to the potions corridor, his classroom, office and private chambers lying beyond. With his fingertips, he massaged the cool, smooth skin at his temples and released a heavy sigh.

The life of Severus Snape had never been easy, let alone ideal. He'd struggled and clawed, fought tooth and nail to the point of exhaustion for everything he'd managed to achieve – if anything notable in his life had been worthy of the title of "achievement" – and still more often than not came up short. When he looked back at the threads that formed his life up and until this point, all he saw was a series of loosely strung together disappointments and embarrassments. And now, this was the freshest and by far the most humiliating of them all.

Help Harry Potter. Help him defeat the Dark Lord. Help him create a shield in his mind, an impenetrable fortress of steel and brick. Didn't Dumbledore understand what he asked of Snape? Of what was involved? The level of intimacy required to accomplish what he asked, stepping into the head of another, staring deeply into someone's very soul and peeling away the layers like dead skin until you found the center of his strength? Lovers often didn't experience such raw and powerful closeness.

And he had been asked to force such closeness on the one person he wanted the absolute highest amount of distance from.

The door to his classroom stood slightly ajar, the warm light inside spilling onto the floorboards. Snape allowed himself another delirious moment of safety and reflection, long strands of his dark hair slipping forward as his chin dipped toward his chest. Within moments he would be face-to-face once again with The Boy Who Lived, staring deeply into the only set of eyes in the world that still held the ability to rip his heart from his body and create that great empty vacuum inside him. Those eyes that haunted him, even now when he could no longer remember her face entirely, the image blurred and ruined by Harry's own, bearing almost no resemblance to her save those two liquid green pools, poisonous and dangerous and alluring. Even after all these years, still calling to him, soothing him to soporific catatonia.

Asking him to drown.

He had lived for those eyes for what seemed like the only golden era of his youth. Caught in their limpid spell, dwelling within them. And now here came this young boy, the young boy with those eyes who had finally marred her memory and corrupted it beyond repair. Now, every time he saw those emerald green orbs, he was reminded of why he'd never see their original owner again.

For those eyes were set in the mirror image of the man who ruined his school years, who took his only love, and who destroyed his entire life. Every day that he saw young Harry in the hall, he saw the eyes of his mother trapped within the familiar, smirking face of James Potter.

A constant reminder of what he had lost, and the greater whispered intimacies that thief had experienced with what was rightfully his.

Maybe that was why it was so easy to mercilessly drill Harry during his lessons. He couldn't deny the slight perverse pleasure he took from tormenting him like that, watching him slick with sweat and out of breath and actually begging him to stop. Truly, Dumbledore had asked the wrong person to do this, in more ways than one. Snape wasn't above using questionable methods, like using Harry's memories against him. He never thought of himself as a good man. His emotions toward Potter were evidence enough of that.

He sat at his desk and busied himself with grading some papers while he waited for Harry.

No. He didn't feel much like going through all that tonight. Perhaps he'd give Potter the break he so desperately craved doing some blistering chores instead.

……………

Harry had earned himself a late night detention with Snape for some backtalk in class earlier when Snape was mocking him for having to take 'Remedial Potions', which was really the occlumency lesson, but Snape would never pass up the chance to talk down the Harry in class so he used that as an excuse.

How typical.

Harry walked into Snape's classroom and over to his usual seat. The dank chill of the dungeons seemed to creep in from the edges of his clothing as he was only wearing his white collared button down and standard issue Gryffindor tie. His alertness might have had more to do with the fact that being in Snape's presence alone seemed to put his teeth on edge. He wasn't sure he could pinpoint what caused that feeling, but Snape had this barely restrained dangerous aura that radiated of him like a dark corona. It was a rare thing they were alone together, but when they were, the presence was even more noxious and suffocating.

It was always cold down here, and it didn't seem to be for keeping potions ingredients fresher either.

It's because the creature that inhabits this place prefers subzero temperatures to feel comfortable.

Harry thought, really starting to contemplate that Snape could be a vampire...

Although this wasn't his first choice in company, the break in his morbid mind spiraling was a bit of a relief. And at least he could vent his spleen rather guiltlessly at Snape if it came to that.

He fixed Snape with a determined look out from under his thick fringe of bangs. His hair stuck out at more obtuse angles than usual do to a lot of restless nights. And with Voldemort back and gathering followers while the ministry turned a blind eye, Harry's appearance seemed to take a steep decline do to worrying about it all. He was paler than usual, and his hair was utterly inexplicable. His eyes were slightly sunken but they hadn't lost than fire that made the emerald color almost luminous behind the lenses of his glasses.

Snape didn't look up from his desk right away, so Harry just sat there. It seemed already like he was deliberately trying to annoy Harry by not even acknowledging his presence for so long as he sat there, bespectacled eyes on the professor and attempting to remain as passive and unbothered as possible even though a slight crinkle of irritation formed above his nose. Finally Snape finished what he had been working on and deigned to look up to Harry. He looked more sullen and dangerous than usual, but Harry met his cold dark gaze with a defiant one. Harry never made it a point to submit to Snape's little tantrums and this detention would be no different.

"You'll be washing cauldrons and placing supplies back in the cupboard, Potter." He stated, knowing that by now Harry knew the routine. "Without magic of course, And for Merlin's sake, do not take all night." He added, with an almost bored sounding drawl at the end of the sentence, and he returned his attention to the papers on his desk, determined to ignore the boy until he did something that earned him more discipline.

"Yes, sir." Harry replied, infusing as much disdain as possible in the last syllable.

Snape didn't look up, but gave a wry sneer at the petulant reply.

So he wasn't in the mood for more occulemency for once. This was surprising. He always had his suspicions Snape secretly enjoyed tormenting him. It did seem like a regular hobby of his anyways, occlumency was just another excuse to do it as often as possible. Harry got up and walked over to the sink where all the cauldrons were and ran the water until it turned warm. He rolled back his sleeves and added some soap, getting to work.

Hours passed in silence between them, Harry lost track of the hour but it was close to 10pm if he were to guess. He finished washing all the cauldrons and was carrying them one at a time into the store room. He was pushing one to the back of a shelf when he noticed a strange blue light coming from the corner of the cupboard. He walked closer, and saw what he recognized to be a pensieve.

He leaned over the basin, the silvery liquid glowing in the darkness and reflecting in his curious eyes. He turned towards Snape's desk, thankfully the professor couldn't see him from where he was. This was definitely asking for trouble… Harry knew he could easily get caught and it may not even be worth it because it's only Snape's memories, but it could reveal the truth about who he was really loyal to if he were to look. But before he had even made a decision he had leaned far enough over the basin to be gently pulled in and he found himself drifting down into one of Snape's memories.

When he finally felt his feet hit something solid he tried to focus in on where he was, he was completely disoriented, then the scene shifted into sharp focus, and he recognized where he was instantly.

…The Boy's Washroom, probably the one on the fourth floor of Hogwarts.

He wasn't alone either.

There was a boy about his age standing at the sink, washing his hands, his back to him. Harry stepped closer, tilting his head to look in the mirror as the boy looked up. For a moment it seemed like he looked right through Harry, and he knew the familiar feeling. This must be a younger Severus Snape. With his greasy messy dark hair and slightly hooked nose and vampire-like complexion, it was the exact image of him, only he was much younger and skinnier.

His thoughts were interrupted by the crash of the door slamming open and Young Snape jumped about as high as Harry did as they both turned to watch none other than what must have been Harry's father come into the washroom. He knew because he could have been Harry's twin, except for his eyes.

Harry was spellbound. He was getting to see what his dad was like when he was young… he had always wondered but never got to see him as he was living like this. But in a sudden rush of motion, the two boys were drawing their wands and..

"EXPELLIARMUS!" James shouted and Snape's wand flung itself out of his grasp. James just laughed and kept his wand pointed maliciously at Snape. "You'll never be fast enough, Snivellus, why even bother trying?" He taunted.

Harry crinkled his brow in confusion, had Snape done something to cause his dad to get revenge?... At least he hoped he wasn't just bullying him for no reason. Because it felt strangely similar to some situations involving Malfoy, and to compare his father with Malfoy… Harry suddenly found himself in a panic, hoping what he was seeing wasn't true.

James flicked his wrist and the door to the bathroom gave a click, locking itself, and Snape's awareness of that seemed to make him even tenser. Harry was confused, but his attention was riveted on the two boys. He didn't want to… but he had to see…

"I told you to stay away from Lily." He said, dauntingly circling Snape and shoved him to his knees from behind. "But you just don't seem to want to listen."

"…….." Snape and his mother knew each other?

"What am I forced to do to get through to you?" Now there was a distinct threat in his father's voice.

Snape, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. "She is my friend, I have every right to talk to her, you are the one she dislikes."

Clearly something about that phrase made James snap because he suddenly stooped down and jammed his wand up uncomfortably under young Snape's jaw. "You will pay for that."

His tone had been dangerous enough, but the silence that stretched on after that was so thick with palpable seething anger that Harry felt it like electricity prickling on the back of his neck. Every person there was just waiting for it, but it didn't mean anyone was ready for that phrase when it came.

"Touch yourself, and do it like you do when you think no one is watching, Snivellus."

"………!" Harry felt something in his gut twist uncomfortably and suddenly felt the urge to run out of this memory if he could, why did he need to look in the first place?! How could his father do something like this?! He was utterly disgusted but watched the two boys with wide eyes and his jaw slightly slack in shock.

When Snape wasn't doing as he was told, James threatened him again, jamming his wand against his throat so hard he wouldn't be surprised if it bruised him. And finally Snape reluctantly obeyed. Harry watched, horrorstruck, as he unbuttoned his pants and started to coax himself into getting hard, the whole time young Snape's dark eyes were focused on the opposite wall with a severe expression, jaw clenched in anger, and James looked down his nose at him with a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

No… this can't be real….

Harry's dad had not only bullied Snape, he practically sexually harassed him! And the whole thing was supposed to embarrass Snape and he felt it did an adequate job of that. It was something Harry never should have seen, even now he felt compelled to avert his eyes because of how intimate and humiliating what he was watching was, but his eyes stayed glued on them both.

That would explain why he didn't notice the arm sinking into the memory to rip him out of it, suddenly he found himself swirling through the air and then felt the vice like grip on his arm, and the potions classroom materialized before him again. Knowing who that hand belonged to made Harry wish he could just dissolve and hide under one of the cauldrons.

Snape, enraged beyond anything Harry had ever seen him in, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and shoved him roughly against the blackboard, pinning him there. Harry seemed rather resolved, like he had brought this on himself and vowed to just ride out Snapes rage as he stood imposing over him, and he found he couldn't meet his eyes. He had seen something Snape probably never told a single soul about, and what was surely one of his most embarrassing memories. But what made Harry so troubled was the behavior from his father. He always imagined his father was a great man, but he was every bit as arrogant and cruel as Snape had always made him out to be, if not horribly worse because he would exert his will over someone weaker than him. It was like a knife twisting in his chest to know all of that. The fire in Harry had definitely gone out, and he didn't think he could fight back this time. What would he say if he could? There was no argument, his father was wrong.

Clearly, something in Snape had just snapped amidst all his fury at the situation. He looked down at Harry who refused to look back at him with wrathful dark eyes. Now, it seemed like he didn't see Harry anymore, he only saw James. And he felt the only way he would get back some of his pride and even the score would be…

He shoved Harry to his knees, his wand precariously at the boys jaw line.

"……" This was feeling familiar and Harry felt a rush of panic seize him from inside.

"do. it." Was the only thing Snape spoke, the two syllables filled with equal amounts of threat and demand. There was no doubt; he meant it.

Shit…

Harry felt his mouth go dry and his breath got stuck in a lump in his throat that he tried to swallow past his adams apple, but otherwise he remained utterly still, afraid to even move. When he didn't obey, Snape deftly twisted his wand against Harry's throat, the once barely there touch, now painfully pushed against the exact place on Harry's neck where his pulse pounded underneath the delicate layer of skin.

The forcefulness of it finally spurred Harry to react. He moved his hand down between his legs and felt the heat rise in his face when he grabbed himself through his slacks, trying to get in the right frame of mind to even get hard lest Snape find another way to take this out on him.

Harry's lips parted and he took shallow breaths, green eyes focused on the opposite wall. He tried to ignore the ironic twist of fate his father brought on his own son, now forced to endure what he had submitted Snape to at his hands. It wasn't that difficult to coax himself to full hardness, he was young and sensitive, even in such a tense situation. He moved his fingers to nimbly undo his slacks and pulled his shaft free of his pants and he flushed in embarrassment when the cool air hit his naked erection.

He was timid at first, conscious of being watched, he encircled his fingers around the base and moving slowly, letting the friction slowly build until he felt the heat start to spread from the core of his body.

Snape watched him with rapt attention, his hardened gaze never straying from what Harry was doing. He watched him first shyly touching himself, sliding his fingers over his shaft, and as he went on, he noticed Harry got more into it and was actually getting fully aroused to the point where he could cum. He pumped his erection in his grip, occasionally letting his thumb drift across the head and the small action caused a rift in Harry's body. The small move drove him crazy, caused his breath to hitch and more fluid to leak from the slit at the head, his thumb swirled through it, spreading it over the head and Harry had to promptly bit his lip to stop a moan from escaping and lidded his eyes. Snape's condescending glare had now shifted to a very interested gaze.

Harry could feel his dark eyes burning a hole through him and for some reason, knowing he was watching just seemed to spur him onward now. He felt that tension start to pool low in his stomach, and Snape suddenly spoke, interrupting his progress.

He moved his wand, and with a flick, undid Harry's belt and shoe laces, sliding his shoes off for him with magic. "Take off your trousers and boxers." Harry had never even considered the idea of being undressed with magic and found it surprisingly kinky. But his nervousness returned at the new demand.

He slowly moved his hands to pull his trousers off his hips, still in his kneeling position, taking his boxers with them. He leaned forward, a palm against the stone floor as he pulled his pants completely free of his legs.

That last position he watched harry bend into was all Snape needed to feel his pants get uncomfortably tighter. And when Harry lifted himself back up to sit on his ankles, he was face to face with Snape's clothed erection and the professor noticed some color rise in his pale face again when his green eyes drifted over it.

Harry resumed touching himself, his soft fingers gliding over the heated skin and he felt a tremble steal through his body. Snape noticed. He stepped around Harry, circling him, wanting to savor this from every angle possible. When he looked down on Harry's back, he lifted the toe of his boot to gently lift the bottom of Harry's white button down up, slowly revealing the curve of his backside.

Harry felt what he was doing and felt his chest spontaneously tighten, but didn't stop touching himself. Suddenly he felt the pressure of Snape's boot steadily increase at the center of his back until Harry was forced forward unto his hands and knees. This felt really ignoble, for all the people for Harry to be on his hands and knees half naked under, Snape had to be the worst one he could think of. But somehow, it was like the hate they felt for each other made this as intense as it was.

Snape admired his backside for a minute or so, then he actually increased the pressure on his back until he was bent all the way over, the side of Harry's face pressed against the cold stone floor.

That was better.

Harry made a sound of discomfort but otherwise didn't seem to resist. Snape glanced down over his round ass, his legs already far enough apart…

That was an amazing view.

He saw the whole curve of his ass, the opening in the crevice of his ass and his balls that were tightened and close to his body, and jutting out underneath his body he could see Harry's erection, he was still only fifteen so he had only extremely sparse hairs and his body was so slender and perfectly unmarred and virginal. How did he never notice or suspect Harry Potter had such a lush plow-able ass?

It was tempting to just bend Harry over the nearest flat surface now but he wanted to play with him some more.

He removed his boot from Harry's back and he circled back to face him as the boy pushed himself back up off the ground. Harry's green eyes hovered on Snape briefly but he still avoided eye contact, and Snape daintily traced his wand tip against Harry's jaw line, not threateningly this time, but encouraged him to straighten up so he was on his knees again, and he subconsciously moved his wand over the boys cheek, as if he were decided what he wanted to have him do next and it was an important decision. It wasn't every day he had The Boy Who Lived, the son of his childhood tormentor, at his sexual disposal and prostrated helpless beneath him.

His wand glided over to Harry's lips, and he traced the curves of them gently, his dark eyes smoldering down on him. Snape replaced the wand with the tip of his thumb and parted Harry's lips with the slightest pressure, and he felt the warm wetness engulf the single digit as he passed between his teeth and felt his tongue glide against him. Harry was beside himself, not knowing what to do so he just let Snape manipulate him at his will for now, the only other appealing option would have been to run, and Harry refused to be a coward.

Finally, it became a little more obvious what Snape wanted to do as he moved his other hand to begin to unzip his pants. He left his whole robe buttoned from his neck all the way down over to his waist, which conveniently the robe parted into two coat tales there, and it was easy to unzip his pants without undoing any other part of his clothing. And Snape pulled out his erection that was hardened like a rod, stiff, large, and perched right in front of Harry's face. Snape moved his fingers from Harry's mouth to his hair instead, where he grabbed him, not roughly, but insistently.

Harry flushed again when his green eyes landed on Snape's erection. He had never seen another guy's penis, let alone a full-grown man's. He was pretty big, at least when Harry compared it to himself and he always considered himself to be a decent size. He felt his fingers tighten in Harry's messy black hair and the force of it tipped his head back just a little bit and made Harry subsequently gasp, and Snape moved forward until the tip of his cock rested against Harry's lips. He didn't force his way in, he simply waited. Snape almost felt his legs give out from under him when Harry slowly parted his lips to let him inside.

The wet warmth enveloped the head of his cock and Snape actually lidded his eyes and had to adjust his stance to not show that he was shaking with the effort of holding back, and not forcefully thrust himself in to the base like what every nerve ending in his body wanted him to do. He felt that force would be detrimental to his goal and he wanted Harry to stay aroused.

Harry licked his tongue over the head after it passed into his mouth curiously, the action earned him a groan out of Snape that the man tried to seal under clenched teeth and Harry was left to wonder if it was a good or a bad thing. Instead he sucked on the head of his cock experimentally and Snape moved forward, slipping more of his shaft into Harry's mouth and he traced along the ridge with the tip of his tongue. Snape had involuntarily clenched his fingers in Harry's hair and he sounded a little pained gasp around his mouthful.

Snape had waited long enough, he couldn't take any more of Harry's innocent, slow, tasting of him and he wrenched him up by that hand on his hair, forcing him forward over the edge of his desk, some papers and a few other objects sent flying in the chaos. Harry trembled, out of fear or arousal it was pretty hard to decipher. One hand went up to clutch the hand that held him in place by his hair like a vice and the other gripped the edge of the desk. One would never guess it because Snape always wore pretty thick billowing clothing, but he was surprisingly strong. Maybe it was just out of his anger that he was so firm with Harry, his anger at James, or at what Harry witnessed, it was all just a blur now and he needed an outlet for his rage. Harry struggled a bit against the hold, unsure still what Snape was going to do but he felt his other hand smooth over the soft skin of his backside and into the crevice of his ass.

Harry sucked in a breath as a part of his body that was not used to any kind of attention was suddenly feeling the pressure of a finger. Snape must have muttered some kind of spell to lubricate him because he felt a sudden burst of wetness inside that area that made him twist against the table. Another finger was inserted and he felt Snape stretch his tightness apart, preparing him with the swiftness and ease of long practice.

Harry's breath was already sharp and quick when he felt Snape withdraw his fingers, and the professor's silky hot skin of his shaft brushed against the super soft skin of Harry's inner thigh.

"…….!" There were ingrained warning signals that told Harry to fight against this and not let it happen, even if it would do no good, but a less dominant emotion was curiosity. He had never had sex before and even though this was not how he envisioned his first time being, he was still going to have sex.

Snape looked down at Harry's profile, his cheek pressed against the desktop, his scar just visible between wisps of fallen black bangs, and his brow furrowed in anticipation above slightly askew glasses, his lips parted and taking in rushed breaths. The out of breath tone in his voice was already so hypnotizing.

Snape guided his erection up between Harry's thighs and as he felt the tip bump against Harry's slick opening, something tensed throughout Harry's body and he heard the boy gasp and then actually shout out as he pushed inside, and a hand shot around to cup over Harry's mouth. He was being slightly gentle at first, but definitely not as gentle as he should have been with a virgin. And being a virgin, Harry was extremely tight around his dick, almost painfully so, but he pushed all the way into that bittersweet pleasure until he filled him up and he felt Harry writhe against it, his glasses slipping from his nose and dropping to the desk.

Harry let Snape's hand muffle his yell under his hand as he felt a blinding stretching pain settle at the base of his spinal cord and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Snape glided his free hand under Harry's body until his slender cool fingers brushed his cock and Harry sounded a muffled groan. Snape sealed his fingers around his shaft and squeezed him to distract him from the pain as he pulled back, and then plowed forward into him, setting a merciless rhythm, driving into his tight heat and Harry shuddered when Snape drifted a finger across the tip of his erection.

Harry felt lost in a haze, pleasured by the fingers and tense at the pain, but the pain steadily began to ebb away the faster Snape went, pounding him into that desk and rocking Harry's whole body with each thrust. The pain started to numb itself...

Snape's orgasm was starting to build as he watched Harry under him, the tension and the violence of it acting like a catharsis as the fingers silencing Harry clenched into his cheek. Keeping Harry's head slightly turned so he could watch his profile, he hovered down over him and breathed ragged into his ear, the sound rough and pushed from the back of his throat, speeding up his thrusts, Harry suddenly felt him hit something inside him over and over again that made his toes curl and moan loudly under Snape's hand.

?!

What was that?

He bit the shell of Harry's ear and the boy made a startled sound under Snape's hand and involuntarily clenched his muscles around Snape's cock. Snape moaned the first true moan against Harry's ear and his body flexed, and Harry felt a sudden splash of wetness inside him, and after a half a minute of letting his orgasm wash over and sink into him, Snape relaxed, and opened his eyes.

Harry was completely out of breath and was still in a dense fog of arousal, but he felt Snape pull back and he tried to look at him out of the corner of his eye.

Snape looked down at him, an unreadable expression in his eyes, but it must have finally begun to dawn on him what he had done, because the rage had dispelled at last.

He flung Harry off the desk to the floor and Harry just stared up at him with wide, disquieted green eyes, he was propped up on his hands, afraid of what he might do next. Finally they locked eyes, and Harry saw the blackness in Snapes eyes was even more opaque than usual, but the professor seemed actually horrified by something.

Harry was wholly unaware that making eye contact may have been the wrong choice, since it was always his eyes that people said made him look like his mother Lily, and Snape harbored a lifelong love for her. It was a conflicting pull of emotions for Snape, compelled to hate Harry just on the basis of who his father was and the uncanny resemblance between them, but he also wanted to protect Harry… or possibly be close to him because he was the only thing left of Lily in this world.

Snape finally mustered what it took for him to say. "Get. Out." He said the words as clearly and dangerously as possible and Harry definitely did not need to be told twice. Snape turned, swiftly barricading himself in another room and Harry grabbed his clothes as fast as possible, pulling his boxers and slacks on at once and grabbing his glasses off the desk and fled that place.

Halfway down the hallway, everything just seemed to spin around him, and Harry stopped, leaning back against a wall as he tried to regain his composure before walking out to towards the Gryffindor dorms. He was still completely flushed and out of breath and he hadn't even bothered to re-clasp his pants, all his clothing was erratically askew and he raised a trembling hand to rake through his messy black hair, his knees shook and he was trying to wrap his brain around what had just happened.

He had just had sex with Professor Snape…

……….

Draco Malfoy was trolling the dungeon halls on his way up to see if he could catch any student out of bed to punish, preferably a Gryffindor. He was just made a member of the Inquisitorial Squad as well as being a prefect so he had the right to take away house points and deal out punishments. He'd already abused those privileges to his fullest discretion, but it never seemed to get old. Especially with Potter. Venting his frustrations at him would probably be one of his favorite hobbies forever. Nothing cheered Draco up like seeing Potter all flushed with anger.

He was rounding the corner when he saw his favorite outlet against the wall further down the hallway. Malfoy smirked, and had been about to walk over to him and do just as he intended but he noticed something that made him stop in his tracks hesitantly.

First it was Harry's troubled stance, he had a hand up in his hair, shielding his eyes so he didn't notice Draco, and he appeared to be shaking. The second was the complete disarray his clothing and hair was in, even untidier than usual; highly suspicious.

On instinct, Draco stepped back around the corner he just came from and watched Harry unseen from the edge. Spying on him before he showed himself would be the wisest route to take because Harry was being very suspicious, and catching him red handed in whatever he was doing would guarentee getting the Gryffindor into trouble.

....Harry felt the urge to just scream because trying to deal with everything at once made his head feel like it was going to explode. And Snape knew Harry wouldn't tell anyone, about any of it. Even though the evidence was currently trickling out his ass and down the inside of his leg, causing him to cringe slightly. The worst of it was Harry's erection still had yet to flag and showed no signs of going away any time soon. Harry was a virgin after all, even though it wasn't the way he imagined he'd have sex the first time it still was sex, and Harry had barely even kissed a girl before let alone done all the things he just did. He tried to reason away his arousal with that excuse, and his acceptance of the situation.

Feeling a bit more resolved, he snapped his pants closed, smoothing out his clothing just a little bit and started to walk again, a slight limp in his step now that obviously had Snape to blame for.

As Draco watched Harry he kept drawing blanks as to what was going on. His first guess was that Harry had gotten into a fight with someone or something and that would explain the messed up clothing and hair, but Harry had no bruises or cuts that he could see and seemed to be perfectly fine. His gaze traveled down over his body trying to find a clue..

He did a double take on the front of his pants.

Was that what it looked like? Harry popped one?!

Draco didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cringe or run the other way but he just kept staring at Harry regardless.

That's when it may have started to occur to him that Harry might have just shagged someone in the hallway.… it could possibly be sex hair. Draco looked at him with sharp gray eyes and tilted his head slightly, squinting.

Possibly….

And finally the most surprising clue dawned on the blonde.

Harry… was leaving Snape's classroom.

He paused at that thought. Trying not to jump to any ridiculous conclusions.

Suddenly he saw Harry walk towards him so he recoiled around the corner.

What the hell?! Why was he limping like that….?

Maybe he really did get in a fight…. No. No one gets hard right after a fight.

He noticed Harry veer out of the hall and up another corridor and he stealthily followed him up the staircase leaving the dungeon. He stayed perfectly unseen as he tailed Harry out unto another floor of the castle and watched him go straight for the washroom. Not knowing what to expect, he peeked inside, seeing Harry disappear into a stall, so Draco quietly entered, setting the door back as slowly and gently as possible and tiptoed to a stall a few down from Harry. From there, he could hear anything he did and when he left the stall he could easily spy on him without being seen. It was the perfect spot. Of course if he was discovered he could just take some house points from him and act as though he just had to take a leak too.

Harry entered the stall and locked it behind him. He didn't sit, but opened his pants again, an arm braced on the door in front of him as he tilted his forehead into it, looking down as he started to touch himself again, now hypersensitive after being neglected for the short time. He sounded a small murmur under pursed lips as he started at a fast pace already. He desperately needed release and he knew if he went back to the dorms he would just toss and turn and resist.

Draco heard him moving around a few stalls over and figured he was only going to do something boring like use the toilet, he expected the illicit activities to take place afterwards, but then he heard an unmistakable sound.

..........Harry is wanking off?!

Draco wrinkled his nose in Harry's direction.

……what a dirty boy, and I never knew.

He thought, never expecting the Golden Boy to be out wondering the halls in the middle of the night wanking off in public washrooms.

He wished he didn't think it was so clever to follow him. Now he had to sit and listen to this. He suddenly heard Harry make a sound as he got into it and this time Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

It was followed by a pained moan.

…..damn, Potter.

Harry moaned, he was at the razor edge of orgasm. He closed his eyes and easily recalled the things he just did, Snape fucking him into the desk harder and harder and finally Harry just exploded, a long loud moan stretching out from his lips that said a lot about how tormented he had been that night. It was of course quiet enough to not be heard by anyone outside, at least that's what Harry hoped as he looked down at the cum that had spilled over his fingers. His shallow breathing began to slow to a normal pace, and Harry left the stall, going to the sink to clean up.

Draco felt completely jarred by the sounds coming out of Harry. He definitely never cared to imagine this side of Harry before but he had successfully made him flush to the very roots of his hair. He made an effort to remind himself that he hated Harry and he was a boy.... But it didn't seem to stop him from thinking it was hot.

He suddenly stilled implicitly when he heard Harry leave the stall. The last thing he needed was to be discovered now, he doubted he could talk his way out of it, he'd have to jinx Harry before he even realized it was him and run off if he did open this stall. When he heard the sink running, curiosity was getting the better of him and he couldn't sit still anymore, he extended a hand, and opened the stall door just a crack to watch what he was doing.

He watched, barely daring to blink as Harry washed his hands and then bent over to splash the water in his face, seeming very tired as he did so, then ran his damp hands over the front of his pants, and inside them. Harry hesitated, but then dropped his pants and Draco felt his ears burning again. He watched curiously as Harry wet his hands and ran them back into the bottom most curve of his ass, and then along his inner thighs.

What the hell could he have possibly been cleaning.

It took a few seconds for it to click, but when it did, a lewd smile curled at his lip.

Potter…. I never took you for a ponce, but you just got fucked by a guy didn't you?!

He wanted so badly to just shout it at him so he could know for sure, it HAD to be the reason for all this! It was the only thing that made sense!

He smirked at Harry as he watched him bend over the sink to grab a paper towel, gray eyes leveling down to his ass.

You slutty little minx…

Draco was beside himself, Harry was gay… he couldn't wait to spread this around.

I wonder who you just let-

He gave a sudden but soft gasp as the last piece of the puzzle fell into place, unable to wrap his brain around what he knew must have transpired..

Harry patted himself dry and put all his clothes back into place, he looked into the mirror at himself, not happy with how utterly distressed he still looked even after relieving himself. He looked as bad as he felt. But he turned and left, heading for the dormitories and his bed, hoping he could surrender to a dreamless sleep for once.

Draco was still in his hiding spot after Harry left, jaw slack in terror and eyes wide and unseeing as he realized what it all meant.

Harry was leaving Snape's classroom….

……Professor Snape fucked Harry.

xxx

and so it begins xD

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