The Detention Club

Summary: It seems that all of Harry's friends have crushes on teachers, and Harry finds himself thinking of Professor Snape…And things only get more complicated after that.

Chapter One:

Sixteen year old Harry Potter harshly scrubbed the cauldron he was cleaning for detention to vent out his anger at being punished for Malfoy making his cauldron explode in class. He could feel Snape's eyes carefully watching him, too eager to find another reason to make him suffer. Harry sighed. He knew if he got angry, he could only make things worse for himself. So instead of dwelling on how much he hated Slytherins, Harry focused on the interesting conversation he'd had with his House mates earlier that evening…

"I had quite a crush on Lupin when he was teaching here," Hermione admitted when Lavender had asked if she'd ever had a crush on a professor. After this, the whole House seemed interested.

"Really? So did I!" Lavender said excitedly. "Before that it was Lockhart, but he's just crazy now. But that's okay, I heard Katie Bell used to have a crush on Dumbeldore!"

Katie was blushing furiously, trying to keep up a conversation with Ginny. Lavender and Parvarti giggled. Harry, along with Ron and Seamus and Dean, joined the girls.

"I quite like Firenze," admitted Lavender, giggling.

"Me, too!" said Parvarti, grinning.

"What about you, Ron?" asked Hermione, turning to the red head, smiling. "Any crushes on a staff member?"

"Professor Vector," muttered Ron.

"She is rather nice looking," agreed Seamus. "I do think Sinistra is very good looking. Dean likes Hooch."

"That was five years ago!" Dean said, turning red. The others laughed and Dean buried his face in his hands. "What about Harry?"

Harry frowned. He was hesitant. He didn't exactly have a crush on a teacher, but it was a good time to tell his friends he was gay. Wasn't it? Before Harry could mentally reach a decision, he found himself saying, "I'm not really into anyone right now."

"Really?" said Lavender, disappointed. "Anyone you used to like?"

"Not really," said Harry. To avoid having to look at his friends who all seemed to be staring at him, Harry looked down at his watch and jumped up. "Crap! I'm gonna be late for detention. Bye guys!"

And with that Harry had rushed out and made it to Snape's classroom just in time. Now he was scrubbing cauldrons with no magic and no gloves. He was sweaty and felt rather dirty, half inside a dirty cauldron cleaning it out.

Harry shook his head, trying not to concentrate on the odd feeling of having Snape stare at his back. It gave Harry a strange feeling, one he couldn't quite place. He found it was the only thing on his mind for the rest of the time he cleaned. Was it just creepy? Scary? Something…

"Go clean up, Potter, and try not to destroy my classroom again," said Snape after a while.

Grateful, Harry ran to go wash up, happy to get all the grime and unknown products on his skin until he felt fresh and clean, even spraying on some cologne to hide the smell of perspiration on his body. No need to scare people off.

As he walked out, Snape was walking by and they crashed into each other, Harry pushing Snape back against the desk and then Snape falling over on top of him on the floor. Harry's eyes flew open in shock. Here came another detention. But Snape hadn't said anything, he was trying to get up as their legs were entangled. But that wasn't quite the problem. The heat of Snape's body above his was intoxicating, as was the smell coming off the man. Some potions ingredients Harry didn't recognize, but it was nice. He leaned up to take in more of it. As Snape began pushing himself up, Harry pulled him back down.

Harry wasn't sure what was wrong with him. Why he wanted Snape to get closer. Why in the world he felt himself being turned on by the man. The Potions master! The greasy bat who hated him and his father. He felt disgusted with himself, but was too dizzy to pay much attention to his thoughts.

"What, Potter?" snapped Snape, glaring down at him.

He felt anger add to his lightheadedness. He hated it, because he seemed to like it.

Letting out a breath of frustration, Snape went to push himself back up again, but Harry pulled him back down, and lifted his head up and kissed the man. He felt Snape tense up above him, and realized what he was doing, but he couldn't make himself stop. Snape tried, beginning to pull away, but Harry put a hand behind his head and pushed their lips closer. Their lips broke away just barely and Harry opened his eyes, looking up at Snape who sighed and leaned down to kiss Harry again.

It was soft…too soft. Their lips barely touched and it was painful because Harry wanted to feel more, as much as he enjoyed the effect Snape was having on him.

When they broke apart again, Snape's eyes were wide in alarm. He went to push himself up for the third time, but Harry pulled him back down, both breathing heavily on each other's faces.

"What are you doing, Potter?" growled Snape.

Harry wanted to speak, to say it was obvious. But he couldn't. He lost his ability to speak. He pulled Snape down and kissed him hard. Snape responded immediately. Harry wrapped his arms around his teacher, pulling him closer, eager for every part of their body to touch. Snape put his hand under Harry's head and the other rested on Harry's stomach, slowly moving up and down his chest. Harry arched his back into the touch, and groaned when Snape suddenly sat up, and gasped as Snape pulled him up with him into a sitting position, Harry into his lap.

Snape pulled him back into a kiss, easily sliding his tongue into Harry's mouth, Harry's own tongue responding to the welcome intrusion.

His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he could hear it. He could hear his heart, every sound Snape quietly made. He could feel his erection growing and before he could do anything about it, Snape began undoing his pants. As Snape worked on removing his student's pants, Harry rested his hands on Snape's shoulders, continuing to kiss the older man, smiling against his lips. For a moment, the situation amused Harry. He was here, in detention, kissing Snape. Snape.

Their lips broke apart again as Snape roughly pulled Harry's pants down to his knees, then letting the boy's red and gold snitch boxers. Harry frowned, not paying attention to the kissing or Snape anymore. He realized what was happening. Snape wanted more than just kissing and Harry was frightened to realize he wanted more, too.

Harry allowed Snape to push him over onto his hands and knees on the cold, hard stone floor. Harry flushed in embarrassment at having his bum sticking in the air like that, naked and cold and he could feel Snape staring at him again. As Harry began thinking about his eyes, he calmed down. He rather liked Snape's eyes…Their darkness and how intensely Snape often looked at him. He could feel sweat sliding down his face. He jumped a bit when Snape's cold, wet finger entered him. It felt very strange, having something up there. He could hear Snape wrestling to undo his robes with one hand as he inserted a second finger, that began burning a bit. Harry was frozen in fear and in excitement, his nails digging into his palms and his wrists digging into the ground and he bit his lip as Snape inserted another finger, adding to the burning, stretching sensation.

He felt Snape move closer, feeling the man above him and felt something against his entrance. He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to concentrate on his thoughts or anything other than what he was feeling and the distant sound of Snape's harsh breathing as he positioned himself. Harry bit his lip harder as Snape pushed the head of his cock into him. It was certainly more painful than Harry expected, hoping the good came soon. The good that everyone talked about it. The insane pleasure. But all he could feel was the pain of something thick and long being forced into his body.

To his relief, Snape was careful with him, moving slowly, resting his chest on Harry's back (which made Harry realize they were both fully dressed on the upper part of their body) and breathing in deeply as he pushed in further.

Harry let his bleeding lip out of his teeth when Snape had managed to fit entirely into his bum after an excruciatingly long time. Snape sat still for a moment, letting Harry adjust.

"Do you want to stop, Potter?" asked Snape, almost mockingly, but a hint of worry Harry barely heard.

Harry shook his head and slowly let his nail out of his palms.

"No," Harry whispered. "Go on."

Snape hesitated for a moment, before pulling back and pushing back in, slowly, but not as careful as before. Harry pushed back against him, wincing at the sting which was better than before. Snape continued his slow pace the next three times, on the fourth, grabbing Harry's hips and pushing himself in harder and deeper. And instead of a pain or a sting, he felt something better as Snape touched something inside him. He moaned and then sighed as Snape reached on hand down and wrapped his long, cool fingers around his length.

"Oh," Harry said as Snape hit that spot again. Snape let out a groan of his own as he pushed in harder, making Harry jump a bit, but Snape's weight on him held him down. Harry lost his breath as Snape continued at a steady pace, always hitting him hard where it felt the best. He sighed as he felt Snape's hot breath on the side of his face, groaning into his ear and whispering such wonderful things Harry couldn't quite comprehend, but found that he loved the sound of his voice, regardless of what words it formed.

Harry felt it coming and managed to get out an , "Oh…dear…oh…Merlin…" before he came in Snape's hand and on the once clean floor. He felt his body go limp as Snape continued pulling out and pushing back in to his body. Harry savored every last, amazing moment before Snape finally came inside him. It felt weird, having Snape's seed inside his body as his teacher pulled out and fell down on top of Harry, trying to catch his breath, breathing heavily on the back on his neck, causing shivers to run up and down Harry's back as he breathed onto the floor.

Harry still found himself unable to think about anything as Snape lay there on him. It wasn't until they stood and dressed in silence that Harry realize what had happened. He'd kissed Snape…he'd lost his virginity to Snape. He felt disgusted with himself. Snape turned him on…Snape had touched him…those eyes…that voice. Harry swallowed and quickly buckled his belt and left without another word, hearing Snape mutter a cleaning spell on the floor before the door closed.

TBC