OMFG it's a Snarry! Run and hide! Eeek! Lol. Yeah, I know. Who needs another Snarry in the world? I do. I've been dreaming this stupid thing up for months now, and I'm finally getting it going. I'm working on the theory that if I write it out, I can go back to dreaming about normal things… like my boyfriend. Who will never read this. Love you baby. But still I really think this fic needs to be written. For the sake of my sanity if nothing else. So read, enjoy, review… and pray that I can become normal again?
Umm… this takes place in Harry's fifth year. This fic does not follow the book's plotline, although some of the canon things may occur. Just to keep it sorta ok. Only they won't be major things. Well, I don't think so at the moment. I gotta get my hands on a copy of the book first, then we'll see.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. I own the story, nothing else.
Warnings: Slash. Lotsa slash. Lotsa graphic slash.
Let the fun begin!
Draco Malfoy watched as a Hufflepuff boy walked up to Harry Potter, and handed him a card. Harry glanced at it, smiled slightly, and nodded. The boy grinned and dashed back to his own table. "I wonder what that was," Draco mused, turning back to his dinner.
Harry glanced down at the card again. The Hufflepuffs seemed to be on a sexual rampage lately. He was fucking five Hufflepuffs tonight, two girls and three boys. Harry was a proper slut. He'd fuck anyone who asked. Hedwig flew in then, and deposited another card. Expecting another Hufflepuff, Harry nearly cried out loud to see the name, 'Severus Snape Slytherin House.' He glanced over to the professor in question. The man gave him an unreadable glare, and turned away. Draco noted all this with interest.
Harry waited patiently for Professor Snape to arrive. He was a little nervous, but Minerva had told him how excellent he was, last time she'd visited. In truth he was more nervous about the fact that it was Severus Snape. He pondered that for a few moments. He would soon be expected to give Snape pleasure. It was not something he had ever considered, but the more he thought about it, the less it seemed to bother him. It wasn't as though he was expected to marry the man! It was only a service, one that he had performed for many, and of course he hadn't exactly liked all of them. He had no more chance to think about it though, because Professor Snape had just entered the room.
"Good evening Professor." Harry said politely. In truth more politely than he had ever addressed the man before. Snape merely nodded at him. "Potter." Harry left his place on the edge of the bed, which he'd transfigured from a desk, and stood next to Snape. There was one thing he had to be sure of before he went any further. "Are you here to incriminate me Professor?" he asked, and Snape sighed heavily. "No, Mr. Potter, I am not here to expose your little, activity," Harry had to giggle a little at the wording of this, "I simply wanted to determine if the rumors are true." Harry hesitantly put his fingers on Snape's arm. He knew he had to tread carefully around Snape. "What rumors Professor?" he asked. Snape turned, finally, and looked at Harry, his eyes consuming the boy. "They say you'll do anyone, anytime, anywhere. They say you're the best there is." Harry smiled, pleased. "That's nice of them, isn't it, Professor?"
Snape caught Harry's chin with his hand, stroking the cheek with his thumb. "You're beautiful Potter," he said in a low voice, filled with desire. Harry turned his head, to kiss Snape's palm. "Please, Professor, call me Harry," he whispered. Snape growled softly, and lowered his mouth to Harry's, stopping mere inches away. "I could get fired for this… Harry." Harry sighed in disappointment. "So could Minerva," he murmured. "But I haven't told on her yet. I won't tell on you either…" he pouted slightly. "It's bad for business." Snape's mouth descended on Harry's, satisfyingly, hungrily. Harry knew a moment of surprise. Obviously the man had wanted him, or he wouldn't have requested his services. But Harry would never have guessed at the sheer intensity of the desire Snape felt for him. It was a heady mix, the lust of the man, and the surprisingly muscular physique that was slowly being revealed to him.
Snape kissed him again, and Harry was lost. He groaned loudly, and slid his hands onto the man's neck, pulling him in deeper, kissing harder.
Harry wasn't entirely certain what he was supposed to do here. He could usually read his clients desires easily, but as always, Severus Snape was an enigma. A very sexy enigma. He had a power to him, and Harry found himself getting very turned on.
Harry soon felt Snape pushing him backwards, towards the bed. Snape then pushed his engorged member against Harry's stomach, who gasped. "Professor! You're so big!" He stared at the man, with a small smile on his lips. "I like that." Harry smirked to himself as the flesh in question jumped with the praise. Snape managed another searing kiss to Harry's mouth, then he was tearing Harry's clothes off, turning him around and pushing him facedown on the bed, only to jerk back as they both heard a sound which would scare any normal mortal.
"Professor! Oh! I am going straight to the Headmaster with this! What an absolute scandal!"
Haha! Cliffie in the first chapter! Don't you all hate me? On a brighter note, I'm not one of those people who demand reviews for extra chapters, so I'll have the next one up fairly soon. (Like as soon as it's written. And I need to write this damn thing, remember?) I do appreciate reviews though, like any self respecting writer, and I would appreciate feedback. But beware. If you flame, I'll get my boyfriend to flame you back. He doesn't read my fics but he loves me! He's done it before! I'm warning you! Mwahahahahaha!