Love Trough a Crisis
"That's the fourth assignment you've missed this month, Harry," Mr. Richards stated in a disappointed tone, "I'll see you after school?
Harry knew that no one could hear what Mr. Richards had said to him but despite that his face still flushed pink in embarrassment. Keeping his eyes to the floor he nodded his head in agreement before Mr. Richards moved on to the next student in his row.
Harry couldn't very well explain to his teacher that he was being bullied by one of the boys in his class. The boy had decided it was 'torture Harry as much as possible week' and so had not only destroyed Harry's homework for the past couple of days but had also shoved him into walls and tripped him in passing.
So far, Mr. Richards, his AP Literary teacher, was kind about it and hadn't expressed him concerns to his relatives. If he had informed Harry's relatives of his 'incapability to do and keep up with his homework' it would have surly resulted in a beating when he returned for the holidays.
You see, Harry's parents died in a car crash when he was at the tender age of 1. He survived because his mother used her body to shield him, leaving him with barley any injuries and only one scar. A lightning shaped scar now rested on his forehead and would probably never fade.
As a result of his orphanage Harry was given to his aunt, his mother's sister, and her pig of a husband, Vernon, and their whale of a son named Dudley.
As he was growing up, Harry found that his relatives hated him with quite a passion, although he knows not why, and started punishing him the 'old fashion' way at the age of 7. And thus, Harry tries to avoid making his uncle angry in any way, shape, or form.
Harry was shaken out of his musings by the voice of Mr. Richards. "Today I will be assigning a new project that will be done in pairs. You will be writing a report and giving a presentation on your specific topic. You will also be writing an illustrated short story to go along with your report. You don't have to have a picture for every page but at least have pictures of the main characters. I will assign partners now and either you or your partner will select a topic by drawing a slip of paper out of the box at the front of the room. I will warn you now, most topics are morbid, some more mild than others. If your topic hits too close to home and you're uncomfortable just let me know and we'll see what we can do about changing it. The purpose of the morbid topic is to keep you interested, rather than doing a report on the U.S. Presidents, something I'm sure you've all done," he pauses as a few students chuckled. "Now as for the partners..."
Harry zoned out until he heard his name, followed by another.
"Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy," Mr. Richards' voice said clearly and loudly.
Harry froze. He was hoping to be paired with someone less intimidating, like Hermione Granger, his only friend in this class. Draco Malfoy was probably the most popular boy in his grade, maybe even his school, and he, Harry Potter was paired with him for a report. Harry's mind went blank for a moment, wondering how he was going to get through his. He wasn't the most confident person and didn't know how he was going to deal with this situation. Oh well, there was no way out of it, was just going to have to get over it.
"This project should take about 3 or 4 weeks. Starting tomorrow you must sit with your partner for the duration of the project. You will pick subjects tomorrow at the beginning of class and start brainstorming. I'm handing out your rubrics right now and after you receive one you may leave for your next class," Mr. Richards explained.
When Harry received his rubric Mr. Richards reminded him to see him after school. He nodded, signaling he'd be there and left for him next class.
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Harry stood leaning against a desk at the front of the room after school waiting for Mr. Richards as he had been instructed to do. He sighed, 'Maybe he forgot about me' he thought to himself.
Waiting a few more minutes Harry decided he'd waited long enough and should probably be getting back to his dorm if he wasn't going to be speaking with Mr. Richards after school today.
"He really did forget about me," Harry spoke aloud to himself as he hoisted his backpack upon his shoulder and began to make his was out the door so he could begin his was back to his dorm.
Just before he could leave the room the door opened and Mr. Richards walked in, apologetic smile on his face.
"Sorry for making you wait, Harry. I had to convince Mr. Snape to take over detention in the auditorium so I could help you get back on track," he said, shutting the door.
The auditorium was all the way on the other side of the school and Mr. Snape is very stubborn and since most of the other teachers were either at home, in their own school dorms, or at a teacher conference there was no other option. It made sense that he was gone for so long and Harry felt relieved.
Harry nodded, mood lightening already at the fact of not being forgotten. "Oh, okay. I was afraid you'd forgotten about me or that I had missed you and you'd call my house or something. So, what are we going to do about this make up work?" Harry asked, leaning against Mr. Richards' desk.
"Well first thing first, you have to understand a few important things in order for me to help you," said Mr. Richards stepping closer to Harry.
Immediately, at those words the raven haired teen became tense. The rule of always following orders, no matter what that was beaten into his head started taking action on Harry's subconscious. He nodded in understanding and agreement.
"Alright, now that we understand each other I must tell you that you must keep in mind that you're very special," Mr. Richards said as he stood next to Harry. Looking him in the eye.
"I wouldn't help anyone else in the way I'm abut to help you so you can't tell anyone. It will bring up your grade so unless you want me to inform your relatives of what a bad boy you've been lately you must go along with everything I say and ask. Okay Harry?"
Harry looked up at Mr. Richards with wide green eyes and slumped in fear. Raising his hand he clutched Mr. Richard' sleeve, "Please don't tell them, I'll do anything, I promise."
"Good. Just remember what if you don't do as I say I'll have to contact your relatives. So if you don't ask any questions, don't tell anyone, and do as I say you will be good to go and I won't have to talk to your guardians." Mr. Richards explained again with a strange glint in his eyes.
Harry nodded and just watched for Mr. Richards' instructions. He watched as Mr. Richards softly started to caress and stroke his cheek. His browns knitted in confusion but he kept his mouth closed.
"You're so beautiful Harry," he paused, placing his hands on Harry's hip, "Sit on the desk for me, love."
Hesitantly, Harry complied and waited for further demands.
Gripping Harry's hips Mr. Richards roughly shoved his chapped lips upon Harry's soft and un-responding velvet ones.
Harry panicked. He didn't know what to do, how to even respond. This was his first kiss, let alone a kiss with a man, and his LA teacher at that!
Mr. Richards pulled back before Harry could make a decision on how to respond. "The more effort you give, the higher the grade, Harry. Just keep that in mind," he said before going back to the assault on the youth's lips.
Listening to his words, Harry began to tensely move his lips to match that of his teacher's.
The older man groaned in pleasure deep in his throat before becoming more demanding. His hands began to pull the tucked-in shirt from the pants and swift fingers un buttoned the shirt carefully.
Harry was tense. What was he doing? What had he gotten himself into? As he teacher undid the buttons to his shirt he trembles, not in pleasure, but in complete and utter fear. He knew he had to go along to remain at Hogwarts and away from his awful relatives, but was this worth it? Could he let him teacher touch his like this and let him take advantage of his situation at home?
Harry didn't have time to think it through properly before he realized his shirt was completely removed and Mr. Richards was making his way down to his nipple lightly with his tongue and roughly bit the small nub, repeating the process to the other.
His LA teacher rose from his nipples and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Strip me naked, you dirty little slut." He then licked the shell of Harry's ear, causing him to tremble in disgust before moving Harry's hands to his tie. Harry gulped loudly swallowing his nervousness disgust in one gulp. His trembling fingers began to work on the green tie Mr. Richards was wearing. A minute later, due to clumsy fingers, the tie fell softly to the classroom floor.
"Now my shirt and pants whore," the elder of the two demanded in his controlling voice. Immediately, Harry complied, placing his fingers upon the shirt buttons and hesitantly undoing them. The words Mr. Richards was calling him, slut and whore made him feel degraded and even more unworthy of life. He knew it would be hell to get through this.