It was Saturday, and Harry cursed loudly as he veered his Firebolt down to the Field. he had completely forgotten about the detention he had with Snape that afternoon. Surely the old bloke would have his nose scrubbing his greasy old floors down at the dungeons for being late.
And Scrub the floors, along with other things, with his face practically glued to the floor he did.
"I will be back before dinner to make sure the Potion's room is spotless." he sneered in that low droning tone he had before exiting the room. Harry was left to himself for hours as he carried on his detention.
"Fucking old bastard, why couldn't he stay here as well?" he muttered under his breath.
Hours passed and Harry became so caught up in his scrubbing that he did not notice the potion's room door opening and someone stepping in.
Harry's head snapped to the side to see who it was that had entered the Potions Room, but all he could see were dark shadows around the room. Guessing it was just Peeves the Poltergeist, harry returned to his scrubbing. Till an eerie voice spoke, sending a chill down his spine, that is.
"I finally have you alone." the voice spoke. Harry jumped to his feet and rushed to the door, when he was suddenly grabbed by the elbow and shoved roughly up and against the wall.
As dim and dark as it was down in the dungeons, Harry wasn't able to see his attacker, only felt the intruder's breath, which was almost sweet and warm against his face, making him dizzy. The fact that his heart was beating one-hundred times the second did nothing to help him, only helped the blood rush faster to his face.
It seemed irrational that he could not make his attacker's face visible, matter of fact it made no sense that it be this dark. Magic had to be involved. Now if he could only reach his wand...
"None of that now, you won't make it any fun." the voice purred in his ear as it slipped the wand from his fingers and dropped it to the floor.
Harry's breath hitched when he felt cool lips brush up against the side of his neck, and gasped when a warm tongue found his pulse and then raked teeth against it. Harry's hands twitched and against the soft flesh that was his cheek, he felt the other person smirk.
"Not yet love, only I get to do what I want." it purred. Harry groaned as a shiver went down his spine and then he felt hands in the inside of his robes, and Harry swore he saw stars.
The door clanked, signaling that someone was coming in. He was suddenly released and with his weakened knees he dropped to the ground, the intruder's robes smacked him right in the face.
Snape ordered him to his feet and he obeyed, feeling flustered. The Professor did his inspection and dismissed him, telling him to get himself to Dinner.
"Mr. Potter." Snape called over his shoulder, just as Harry was about to close the doors behind him. "Yes, Professor?" he asked. "Do tell Mr. Malfoy I do not appreciate it when he comes into my Potions room whist I am not around." he said.
