AN: I honestly don't have a fucking clue what I'm doing anymore. All the Snarry and gay porn I read on this website is definitely going to my head. Warning: this short little tidbit contains underage sexual activities(its just a blow job). If you don't like: Slash, Snarry, Sexy times in your fanfiction, then don't read it. This may become a series; this came from a much larger AU idea my friend and I came up with in lunch one day. I don't own Harry Potter (be glad I don't) this isn't edited so all mistakes are my own, blah blah blah.

In the words of a random redneck, lets get 'er done.

"Professor, can I talk to you for a bit?"

Severus Snape's eyes followed the students leaving the room, and then flittered back to Harry.

"You have five minutes, Potter, and if this I find this inquiry wasting my time in any way you will have detention." he replied tersely. Harry gulped.

"Uh, professor." Snape sneered as harry hesitated, his eyes flitting to his feet subconsciously.

"Well?" Harry squared his shoulders and looked his professor in the eye.

"I'll blow you whenever you want if you give me O's on my report card this semester."

Snape only hesitated a moment before the shock overtook his features and his chair clattered to the floor.

"GET OUT, YOU LITTLE MISCREANT!"

Harry scrambled out of the room, the door slamming behind him. Snape righted his chair and slumped into it. The boy was most definitely not James Potter. Should he be worried that a sixteen year old was offering his thirty six year old potions professor sexual favors?

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"Harry, are you ok?" Hermoine touched her friends shoulder, glancing worriedly from the full plate of untouched food to her friends pale face.

"Hermoine, I think I made a huge mistake." Harry stared dejectedly into his porridge. He couldn't get good marks in portions even if he propositioned Snape. Why did he hate him so much?

"Mr. Potter, come with me. Detention." Long, spindly fingers splayed on his thin shoulder and just touched the bare skin of his neck, making his breath hitch.

"Yes professor." He stood, sending a half faked 'help me' look over his shoulder. Gryffindor could only watch as one of their own was escorted off to his doom. Or, what they though was his doom.

The walk was quiet, The tension between teacher and student could have been cut with a knife. It was only when Snape veered off and shoved harry through a portrait hole into a well lit living room that the silence was breeched.

"You insolent brat! I could carve you heart out with a spoon." Snape snarled, his robes swirling around his ankles as he loomed over harry.

"Why a spoon, sir?" Harry asked. He immediately flinched. No self preservation and too much cheek, thats what he had.

"It's dull, you twit, it will hurt!"Severus took a deep breath, steadying himself. Harry sat on the floor at his professors feet. The silence stretched.

"Take off your outer robe potter." it was as if he was back in class. Eyes wide, Harry scrambled to comply, throwing his robe off to the side. Snape grasped the boy's chin, forcing him to look up into the potion masters eyes.

"You will do exactly as I say, and you will tell no one, mr. Potter am I clear?"

"Perfectly sir." Harry nodded vigorously.

"If you make this good, I . . . You will receive O's on your report card."Snape gestured at his fly, not looking harry in the eyes.

Harry slowly reached up, pulling down Snape's pants as he positioned himself between the older mans legs. His cock was already half hard, But as Harry trailed his tongue lazily down the underside of it the the very tip, it became fully erect.

A muffled moan came from above his head, and harry took the professors shaft halfway in his mouth. He scraped his teeth lightly over sensitive skin as he worked his tongue around Snape. Another moan.

"Been a while, professor?" He spoke around the cock in his mouth. Snape glared at him half heatedly through glazed eyes.

"You do want that grade, don't you potter?" his only answer was a slurping noise as the smaller male took his whole length in his mouth. Snape threw his head back with a quiet whimper. Harry Potter was deepthroating him. Him, Severus Snape. Life was fucking surreal(and quite pleasurable).

with one last swallow around his pulsing dick he came into the young boy who lived's mouth, the boy swallowing every bit of it. Snape slip down the wall, and Harry stood, casting a quick scourgify.

"Well. until next detention professor." Snape didn't move to pull his pants up from his spot by the front door until the boy's footsteps had disappeared down the corridor.

"Merlins balls, what the fuck am I doing?"Potter apparently