Harry turned the corner, his feet deftly leading him through the castle that he knew so very well. His mind was obsessing over the events that had taken place that afternoon. Each moment was replaying in his mind.
Earlier that day he had been sat next to Hermione and Ron as usual, sneaking peaks at Hermione's potion as he tried to make his potion stop fizzing. He was certain it wasn't supposed to be fizzing. "Hermione" He whispered looking desperate. Glancing over for half a second, she let out what sounded like a laugh and whispered "Your flame is too high."
Seconds later Professor Snape was in front of him, looking like Christmas had come early. "Tell me Mr. Potter, why are you incapable of brewing the simplest of potions without Miss Granger's help?" Harry's face turned red as he looked straight into the Professor's eyes and said "I don't know." Harry knew he could have said absolutely anything and Snape would still give him the detention he knew was coming. Why drag it out trying to come up with an excuse that would make no difference in the end? Snape sneered "10 points from Gryffindor and, Detention, 7pm tonight Mr. Potter." He swept away before Harry even had the chance to exhale.
At dinner that night the Headmaster had come up to Harry and explained that his detention had been canceled until further notice, but wouldn't give any reason or explanation as to why.
Harry heard Hermione whisper "muffliato" as the trio made their way back to Gryffindor tower from the great hall. Hermione had suspected that Snape had been called away by Voldemort, and Ron simply agreed. Ron had been doing that a lot lately, agreeing with Hermione no matter what. Harry thought he was trying to get on her good side again after he had been caught trying to sneak her completed transfiguration essay because he had "forgot" to do his own.
A bang from behind him scared Harry out of his thoughts. Whirling around, the invisibility cloak flapping around his ankles, Harry saw that he was in the entrance hall. A dark figure was striding towards him, powerful and terrifying. A slight squishing noise was the only sound heard, the figure's steps and billowing robes were silent against the cold stone floor.
Harry started backing up as the figure got closer and closer, the smell of blood and sweat met his nose. His heart was beating so fast that he could hear it pounding in his ears. Quickening his steps backwards as the figure was only feet from him he became so afraid he stumbled, stepping on the edge of the cloak and revealing himself.
Harry froze, as did the figure. Harry's breath was coming in shallow terrified gasps as he realized that, that figure was none other than Professor Snape. A silver mask clutched in one hand, robes torn as though they has been slashed, his wand raised in the other hand. Harry stopped breathing, stopped blinking. He was done for, he knew it. He had never seen Snape in this state before, his normally neat appearance looked like he had been tied to a post and beaten. His face had a look of dark, sadistic rage. His robes also had a wet look to them...Harry gasped as a realization dawned upon him. That squishing sound, it had been the blood dripping off...well he couldn't tell exactly where it was coming from and he definitely didn't know whose it was. It could be anyone's, or even the Professor's own...or a mixture of both which terrified him even more.
Snape suddenly advanced "Potter!" he spoke in a scathing time that sent a chill of pure terror down Harry's spine. Harry backed up just as quickly as the Professor was advancing towards him, and to his horror he felt the cold stone wall behind his back. He had just allowed himself to be backed into a corner. The only way to escape would be to go through Snape, and frankly that wasn't something he wanted to do. Clawing his way through the wall would be an easier task anyway.
All Harry could smell was blood, coppery blood. It was making him slightly nauseous. His breath had quickened even more, though he highly doubted that was possible. Harry opened his mouth as Snape got even closer, their robes nearly touching.
Snape didn't know what to do, for once in his life he had been caught off guard. He wasn't in control, he didn't have the upper hand and he really didn't like that. Pressing his wand into Potter's neck he spoke in a deadly voice "What are you doing wandering the castle hours after curfew?" In all honesty Snape didn't know what time it was, but he knew it was at least after midnight. He made himself as domineering and intimidating as he possibly could, he used his appearance to his advantage.
Harry gazed at Snape; he was so powerful, even more powerful than Voldemort in this very moment. He knew Snape could end him in a second and without second thought. Harry felt an unfamiliar rush from this, it was like his entire body was on fire, tingling. [Oh god, not now, don't do this, no, no, no] he thought as he felt a stirring in his thin pyjama pants. He wasn't wearing boxers which made it even worse.
Snape squinted, he knew that look. It shocked him, he lowered his wand and just gazed at harry in disbelief. Taking half a step back he looked down the boy's body, his chest was heaving as though he had just gotten off of his broom. Looking at the obvious bulge in the boy's trousers Snape thought quickly. Why was the boy hard? He had never noticed him have that reaction in his presence previously. What was different? Then it dawned upon him, he had never been this forceful or intimidating with him. The boy must like it. An evil smirk appeared on Snape's face. A smirk that sent chills down Harry's spine. [Oh god] was his only thought as he knew that smirk didn't bode well.
Snape slide his wand inside his robes, tucked the mask away and in an instant had his large hand wrapped around the boy's throat, pinning him to the wall. He was millimeters from the boy, his breath ghosting over the boy's cheek as he spoke. "You like this don't you Potter?" it was a rhetorical question; He knew the answer and knew the boy couldn't speak at the moment.
The second Snape's hand had wrapped around his neck harry had felt a rush like none other, he felt so helpless so out of control, so light, so free, so very very hard. It was an exquisite feeling. His eyes barely open he looked at Snape, pure unashamed lust in his eyes.
Snape smirked, He could use a release. Especially after the night he had just had. He loosened his grip on the boy's throat just enough to allow him to speak. "Tell me what you're feeling, what you like about the current situation so much?" Harry started to speak, his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again. "You sir, you make me feel so helpless. You make me feel so good." Snape spoke once more, tightening his grip as he did so. "What do you like about the current situation? Do not make me repeat myself boy!" Harry tried to gasp, but found his airway blocked once more. "y-you sir. Your power. You're dangerous and I like that. You're covered in blood." that last bit made Snape blink...so the boy like that he was covered in blood. Filing that knowledge away for later use he spoke "We can leave this now, or you can come to my dungeon." He knew Harry would think he simply meant the dungeons. He smirked at the thought of Harry's reaction when He saw his dungeon. "Dungeons sir. please" Harry begged. There was a wet spot growing on the front of his pants and he was harder than he could ever remember being.
Snape was thankful for his heavy robes once again. Releasing the boy's throat he spoke once more, a question that he always asked, that always had to be asked. "If you are to accompany me to my dungeon, you will submit fully to me. No questions. Anything I say you do." Harry nodded, the wet spot growing even more. Snape nodded and continued "I will keep you safe, however you will have to trust me." harry nodded once more "Do I have your consent?" harry nodded eagerly "yes sir. I trust you sir" Snape smirked. "Good, you will refer to me as sir or master only. Understood?" Harry nodded again "yes, sir."
Taking a step back Snape took out his wand conjuring a leather collar and leash. Fastening the collar around the boy's neck, he picked up the invisibility cloak that Harry had completely forgotten about, and began striding down the corridor.