Severus considered the proposition with the mien of a cat playing with a mouse. It was a rather unimaginative offer, typical of the students he worked with and their lurid and wholly predictable imaginations. But Severus could feign interest quite well if need be. Or if it suited his strange sense of humor.
He had to admit the proposition was rather new in one aspect: students had yet to blame him for their misplaced lust or love. Mr. Malfoy – all generations thereof – was always quite ingenuous. Draco's son was no different.
"Let me get this straight. You were fed an aphrodisiac by one of your classmates, which is somehow my fault, so I should have wild passionate sex with you?"
"Yes, that's right," the boy answered with considerable aplomb.
"And I would do this why?"
"Well, given that it is partly your fault – sorry, but you should've paid better attention, Professor – it falls to you to help me through it."
"Your right hand doesn't seem to work anymore, or are you just too good to wank like other single people?" Severus drawled.
"Left hand, actually, and there seems to be a certain… addition to this potion. Someone has to bring me to orgasm."
"No boyfriend or girlfriend to help you with this, I see."
"Well… yes and no. I'm seeing someone, but we're not there yet."
"And you are 'there' with me already, are you? Very interesting, Mr. Malfoy. Quite fascinating."
"You're a professor. You're supposed to help students."
"Help does not extend to me having sex with you to alleviate your little problem. Not to mention, Mr. Malfoy, that there is no such potion. Aphrodisiacs, sure, but ones with a compulsion like that… no. Nothing more than a thinly veiled attempt to get me to sleep with you."
Malfoy kicked the legs of the chair in spite.
"I would thank you to leave now, Mr. Malfoy," Severus intoned. "Goodbye."
Harry entered just as Malfoy left.
"What did Draco's son want?" he asked.
"To fuck me," Severus mumbled into his arms.
Harry's eyes flashed angrily. "To what?"
"To fuck me," Severus answered. "Harry, are you going deaf or do you just enjoy repeating what I say?"
"Couldn't decide if I heard you right," Harry shot back. "What reason did he give?"
"Aphrodisiac with a certain added component that forces the person given it to be brought to orgasm by another. He thought I should help with this."
Harry took a deep breath. "Is… is there such an aphrodisiac?"
"No. It was nothing more than a pathetic attempt to claim me. The Malfoy heirs do enjoy trying that. Lucius tried, then Draco, now his son. I don't doubt that Draco's grandson will try, too. If I'm still teaching here. Maybe I'll retire by then." He indulged in this pleasant fantasy for a bit.
Harry laughed. "I don't suppose you'd want to fuck me then?"
Severus considered the proposition with the mien of a child offered candy, then laughed and kissed Harry.
Mien – noun 1. Manner or bearing, especially as expressive of mood, attitude, or personality; demeanor. 2. Aspect; appearance. Word of the Day, February 1, 2008)