AN: This is my entry for the Snarry-a-thon 2011. I chose prompt #089( Harry's parents are alive and James is the ambassador or something like that in a foreign country. Harry is bit wild, staying out all night etc. and James gets kidnapping threats. He hires a bodyguard for Harry, the no-nonsense Severus Snape. Harry is bored as he is not allowed out anywhere anymore and decides to seduce Snape as a cure for his boredom. Bonus points if Harry is a virgin but everyone thinks he's been very promiscuous.)

Warnings: Non-magic AU/AR, some blood, drug and alcohol use/abuse, possible dub-con.

My first beta removed over 40k words, so this story is way shorter than what I wrote, but it's still good, she did a great job. This story was first betaed by Multimedea (she edited only the spelling, grammar, and punctuation) and then betaed a second time by Accioslash.

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I will try to upload the whole story quickly, one chapter a day, if I can manage it.

Enjoy

Harry stumbled his way out of the night club with a tall, muscular boy named Cormac. Both boys had been drinking and dancing all night and it was time for them to go head back to the hotel room. Neville, a close friend of Harry's, had assigned them to the Ritz.

Both boys made their way up to the elevator, laughing loudly and making jokes about the lobby. When they reached the top floor where Harry had his room, Cormac decided he needed to knock on every door. Laughing at the sound of people being abruptly awakened from a deep sleep in the early hours of the morning, the two boys ran to their own room and quickly entered before locking their door.

With the music turned up at its highest volume, they undressed and found more alcohol; then they danced around almost naked. When the song was over, they jumped on the bed for a long and hot make-out session before both decided they needed some sleep.

When Harry woke up the next morning, he heard someone knocking on the door. Because he was still hungover, it sounded like a construction team was working right in his room.

"Mr. Potter, please open the door. If you don't open it soon, I'll let myself in." Harry knew the voice of the hotel manager far too well for his own liking.

He made his way into the living area of the suite when the door opened and a tall man walked in.

"Good morning, Mr. Quirrell, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Harry found it difficult to hide the sickness that was building up inside of him but knew it wouldn't be good if he threw up on the man.

"Three hours ago the lobby received multiple phone calls from guests staying on this floor; apparently someone knocked numerous times on their doors and woke them up."

"That's horrible," Harry said, knowing that his smirk was well hidden behind the sick look that currently wouldn't leave his face.

"Nobody seemed to be able to identify who was causing the disturbance," Quirrell said, annoyed. Of course, the man didn't miss the faint smirk that crossed Harry's lips for just a second. "But the security cameras tell a different tale, Mr. Potter." It was Quirrell's time to smirk now. "I would throw you out right now if it wasn't for Mr. Longbottom's reassurance that you will behave from now on. And because he's the son of my boss I can't refuse him. But mark my words, Mr. Potter, if I get any more complaints about your improper behaviour I won't have my hands tied by the young Mr. Longbottom."

Harry knew the man's words weren't empty threats, not that it bothered Harry; he hated the git anyway. And if it wasn't for Neville's sake he would have burned the hotel down, at least parts of it. Quirrell gave Harry a short and firm nod before he left the room and closed the door behind him. When the door closed Harry realized just how sick he felt and threw up on the carpet. After he cleaned his mouth, Harry woke Cormac and told him it was time to leave. Harry had to get to the university, even if it was only for the last class.

"Thanks, Neville," Harry said the next day when he sat down beside the boy that saved him from being evicted from the Ritz; not that it would make any difference if he had been thrown out. His own family had enough money to afford another hotel, and their house was big enough to host the parties Harry enjoyed.

"I hope you won't do it again, Harry, I don't know how far I can go before they realize I don't have any authority there yet." Neville was an intelligent boy, but he lacked the courage to stand up to his own father, something Harry had no problem doing.

"If I do something stupid again, just let them kick me out, Neville. I appreciate everything you've done for me and that won't affect our friendship." Neville seemed a bit dejected at the news, but not really surprised by it. "I think I should warn you, Neville, that the next time I'm intoxicated I'll probably destroy the whole top floor of the Ritz. That Quirrell annoys the hell out of me." Neville seemed resigned but couldn't help nodding at the fact that Quirrell was annoying.

Hermione and Ron, Harry's best friends since a young age, ran over to Harry and Neville.

"Harry, what happened last night with you and Cormac? Do you have any idea what The Sun wrote?" Hermione asked. There was a short pause but not long enough for Harry to say a word before she continued, "They said you woke up the top floor running through the hallways, knocking on doors, playing music at top volume and creating a general nuisance." She was finally done but Harry wasn't completely sure she didn't have anything else to say, so he waited in silence. When she finally couldn't stand his silence anymore she hit him over the shoulder with the newspaper. "What do you have to say in your defence?"

"I'm not in a court, Hermione; I don't need to defend the crap the bloody gossip paper is saying about me," Harry answered. Hermione looked offended but continued stating her case.

"When your father finds out, Harry-" she began, only to be stopped by Harry.

"If he finds out he won't be able to do anything, I'm nineteen, for God's sake!"

"But you still have to answer to him, Harry," Ron added, knowing well enough Harry didn't like to be reminded of how society worked.

"I don't care if he disinherits me, I'm better off without him."

"Have you forgotten he is paying for Oxford?"

"Then I guess I have to get a job, get some scholarships and come and live with you." While Ron wanted to make Harry see the point his girlfriend was trying to make, he couldn't help enjoying the thought of Harry living with him. They had always been close. Sending an apologetic look over to his girlfriend he sat back in the chair he was occupying and observed.

"Just try to stay out of trouble, Harry," Hermione finally said, knowing all too well that Harry wouldn't listen to common sense.

The four of them moved on to the library where Hermione instantly assigned them projects they needed to work on.

"And Harry, Professor Lupin assigned you with Cho Chang and Cedric Diggory for the civil law project. I tried to convince him to transfer you to our group but he refused," she said. Harry could see that she blushed; looking over at Ron he could see the boy shared a similar expression.

"Did I miss something?" Harry knew his friends well enough to know that they were hiding something.

"When Hermione tried to convince him to let you join us he said that you're slacking off, and by letting you join us we would only increase the problem." Harry knew he should find it offensive, but he couldn't help but laugh over the professor.

"Who are they by the way?" Harry asked. "I don't think I have heard of them before." He couldn't avoid seeing Hermione turn on her lecture mode as she prepared to tell him about his new project partners.

"Cedric is studying Chemistry, and is on the tennis, cricket and fencing teams. Cho is studying Education and is on the cricket and fencing teams." Harry still didn't know who she was referring to so he continued to wait. "You drooled last year over Cho's ability to fence."

"Ah, the girl with the nice ass." Harry finally managed to remember the girl; at least now the ass had a name.

"Continue like that, Harry, and I'll refuse to help you the rest of the year," Hermione said. He could hear the seriousness in her voice so he dropped the rude comments, and if that didn't help the thought of eight months without her revising help did the job. Hermione sat down to continue their study session when they were interrupted.

"God, look at the riffraff they let into this school, maybe I should have listened to Father and chosen a different school." Harry didn't find the git the least bit intimidating; he stood up and stared at Draco.

"I'm afraid the library only contains pictures of a banana, so you baboons need to go and look for them elsewhere." Draco seemed mildly offended but not so much since he knew he would have a chance to say something back to Harry.

"I know this is a library, you dumb twit, but I didn't know this was a pick-up spot for the infamous Harry Potter. Looking for someone with a little more brain, Potter?"

"As a matter of fact I might be interested in someone with a brain. Too bad you don't qualify, Malfoy, I would love to take you home and ravish you." The gay jokes always seemed to work for Harry, something Draco never seemed to remember. With a faint blush of anger on his cheeks Malfoy ordered his minions to follow him over to one of the shelves.

"Luckily for us he's as stupid as a tree," Ron said when Draco was out of hearing. Neville agreed and Hermione only sighed before opening her book once again before starting her long speech on English literature.

Fortunately for Harry it was Thursday; it meant only one more day before the weekend when the best of the bachelors went out.

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After skipping almost every class that Friday, Harry was standing outside one of the hottest clubs, The Chamber of Secrets. The club was one of the most prestigious places that Harry had VIP treatment at, and it was filled with benefits that could certainly help with Harry's thirst for excitement and new blood.

An hour after he entered the club he looked around, trying to find a possible partner for the night. Not only did the boy need to be handsome, but also have a good sense of humour and an aptitude for discretion allowing Harry to keep his secrets and enjoy some privacy from the press.

The boy who turned out to be perfect for Harry that night was a Scottish boy named Oliver Wood, a reserve fullback for one of the Scottish rugby teams. Harry typically was drawn to bad boys like himself, but he knew at once that Wood was one of the good guys. Ron was shocked that Harry decided to go for the good guy that night, but Harry knew how nice such a good boy could be in the bedroom.

With his money and VIP status, Harry managed to get himself, Oliver and his personal friends very drunk. While Ron could afford drinks elsewhere, he couldn't afford them at the Chamber of Secrets. If it wasn't for Harry, Ron wouldn't even be able to enter the damn club. When the clock turned five and the club was slowly closing down Harry knew he needed to take Oliver home with him, or at least to the Ritz. The boy had been even nicer than Harry thought he would be.

Drunk as always, Harry made his way up to the elevator. Once inside he had to wait for Oliver, who had just thrown up in a potted plant next to the elevator. A smirk played across Harry's lips as he imagined what Quirrell would say when he saw what a mess Harry's date had made. Deciding to show the bastard what Harry really thought of him, he got an idea. When both of them were finally up in the suite, Harry made a suggestion to Oliver, who didn't seem to like it at first but then agreed to it when Harry suggested they could do it in the nude.

Once both were naked, Harry prepared himself for an attack from the rugby player, and he got just what he wanted. Only five minutes after their game had started, the drunken boys had managed to turn over the sofa, knock over several lamps and flowerpots and wreck the CD player. And the longer they continued the more damage the room sustained.

Harry knew what his plan was, and was surprised that nobody had come knocking on the door after twenty minutes of rowdy tussling. In the end he jumped into the hot tub and turned it on, letting the water run until it overflowed. Oliver was shocked by all the damage but he was far too drunk to care much about it. And even though Harry had actually drank more, he still knew exactly what he was doing - payback.

Two hours later, Harry's 'brilliant' plan he was finally stopped. A big man in a police uniform picked Harry and Oliver up from the tub with his bare hands. Not caring about their nudity, he pulled them out of the bathroom and threw them against the over-turned sofa. Harry wasn't the slightest bit shy and made no effort at modesty; Oliver on the other hand tried his best to cover himself.

The angry cop walked back into the bathroom and returned with two bathrobes, throwing them at Harry and Oliver. The rugby player quickly wrapped the white robe around himself while Harry let the robe lay where it had fallen across his lap.

"You two can call me PC Greyback," the man growled out at the two boys. "I was called here because the management thought you were dangerous and they asked me to disarm you and take you down to the station." Harry had been there before a few times and was indifferent to the situation, but Oliver on the other hand looked absolutely mortified.

"What will it take for this boy to be set free?" Harry asked the imposing man.

"You can't buy yourself out of this, Potter, now get up and get dressed."

Oliver immediately began to run around like a chicken with his head cut off while Harry barely made any effort to move at all. "What's the matter with you, boy?" Greyback barked.

"I just don't see the point in getting dressed."

"You better do as I say because I won't be repeating myself."

"Aren't you supposed to read me my rights?"

At that Harry saw a smirk blossom across the man's lips, revealing the blackness of his teeth. "I doubt you need to hear them again."

Harry felt affronted by the man's attitude. First, it seemed like he knew nothing about being a cop, and he also didn't know how to behave properly with someone of Harry's class.

Harry's general disdain for the man's authority and lack of cooperation didn't prevent Greyback from walking out of the building with one fully dressed Oliver Wood and one almost naked Harry Potter, who was wearing nothing but a robe that barely covered him when the wind blew past.

The first thing Harry noticed was Rita Skeeter outside the hotel. Someone must have tipped them off because everywhere Harry could see there were reporters and paparazzi taking snapshots. Rita desperately tried to get Harry to say a few words. He had learned the hard way that even if that woman did work for a well-respected newspaper she wrote nothing but rumours and lies.

Finally in his assigned cell, Harry laid down on the bed and rested until someone could be called to bail him out. Naturally, Greyback took advantage of every opportunity to harass Harry. First by giving him undercooked food that was raw and bloody (if Harry wasn't mistaken then he would guess the man liked his meat like that) and then by making cruel comments about Harry. If it had been Draco standing in front of Harry, he would have gladly said something back, but even Harry knew better than to taunt this particular police officer.

Unbeknownst to him, the news of Harry's behavior had reached halfway around the world and right into his father's e-mail. James Potter thought his long workday was finally over when he sat down in front of his computer. After taking a moment to contain his irritation, he clicked the link to the news story. iHarry Potter, son of Great Britain's Ambassador to China, wrecked the most expensive suite at the Ritz./i

The embarrassment Harry's father felt from such a scandal was bad enough, he knew his son enjoyed being a rebel, but he never thought that it would get so out of hand that he would feel like he wanted to just throw in the towel. And to top off an already bad weekend, he had received threats that someone was planning to kidnap Harry. Regardless how frustrated and angry he was, any intelligent and caring father would immediately ascertain the seriousness of the threat. With the guidance of one of his best friends in the security department, Sirius Black, he hired a bodyguard for Harry's protection.

James expected the best of best, and that was what he got. The only problem was that the best was neither pleasant nor flexible. Sirius would never assign someone incompetent for the job. But he had one man on his team that he just couldn't stand. He was one of the best but he was, in Sirius' opinion, a snarky git. By assigning him to Harry he hoped the man would break under his godson's behaviour and quit, which would delight Sirius no end. Sirius loved his godson, and if it wasn't against the law he would have locked him up in a tower. Knowing that he would be despised for what he did next, he cheerfully signed the last of the paperwork assigning his godson to one of the people he hated the most.

The news about his new bodyguard was not taken lightly. When his family lawyer, Alastor Moody, told him about it, Harry already started to plan his breakout. At least the short encounter between Moody and Greyback temporarily took his mind off the annoyance of being given a bodyguard. He watched in amusement as Moody's lazy eye confused Greyback, and he couldn't help snickering when Greyback was reprimanded for his unprofessional behavior.

But the entertainment was short-lived when his bodyguard arrived at his cell a few minutes later.

Severus Snape was far from good-looking like Harry hoped he was, but at least this way Harry wouldn't be sad if he was killed while protecting Harry. Not that he actually thought anyone would try to kill him. Harry soon discovered that his bodyguard's looks weren't the only unappealing thing about him; Severus Snape was a complete asshole.

"There will be no clubbing, no staying up late or missing school while I'm protecting you. I expect your full cooperation and I am not afraid of being tough on you. My instructions are to keep you safe, and keep you safe is what I'll do."

Harry wanted to tell the man where he could stick his instructions, but decided to observe the man before doing anything; at least he had learned something from his father's occupation.

As soon as they were done, it was time for Harry's trip to the Magistrate's Court. Since Harry was a law student he knew what would happen, and didn't bother speaking up since Moody usually did all the talking.

After thirty minutes where the judge was going through the case, it was settled that Harry would pay £45 000 for the room he destroyed. Apparently the water damage had been quite extensive and was the primary reason for the large settlement. The only thing Harry wanted Moody to do was to try and keep most of it off his record, and keep the community work to a minimum.

Before he knew it he was back home in his own bedroom, which was as big as the suite he had at the Ritz. Though this room contained more things he actually enjoyed doing.

Even with the games and nearly unlimited entertainment options he knew that he needed to get out of the house. Quickly he grabbed his leather jacket and was about to leave when he was stopped. He had almost managed to forget about the snarky, dark-haired bodyguard.

"Where are you going?" Snape asked. Harry wanted to punch the man but knew better than to do such a thing.

"To see my friends. Or am I not allowed to leave this house at all?" The thought of being stuck in the house was horrible, especially since it was just that - a house, not a home.

"I am required to know your location at all times; I'm also required to accompany you for your own protection."

"So you'll be protecting me when I need to go to the toilet?"

"I will stand guard," Snape said. Harry couldn't help but wonder if he would ever have any privacy with the man around, or if the man would know a joke if it bit him in his ass.

"What about school?"

"My job is to protect you at all times, and that is what I'll do."

"But you won't actually stop me from leaving my house, will you?" With that Harry walked out the room, ignoring Snape, who followed him.

When Hermione and Ron saw Harry's bodyguard they were surprised, especially because the man followed Harry around everywhere he went. Hermione thought it was a good thing because maybe then Harry would calm down, while Ron hated the idea of someone following Harry around everywhere. It gave him the creeps.

Needless to say, Ron was the one that helped him with his grand escape plan. Harry walked into the bathroom in Ron's home that had a second exit. Luckily for Harry there was an extra winter jacket and boots by the back door. As quickly and as quietly as he could manage, Harry got dressed and opened the door. Harry made his way out into the backyard and down to the street where he ran as fast as he could over to the nearest pub. The alcohol was starting to fade from his bloodstream and he needed a refill.

He managed to sit in the pub for two hours before he was found. When he saw Snape's dark hair and even darker expression in the pub, he instantly lowered himself in the booth, wishing that he could just disappear. But the man saw him at once.

"If you pull another stunt like that again, Mr Potter, I will shorten your leash. Now get up. I'm taking you home."

"I'm not going home." Harry turned back to his drink, completely ignoring the man that ordered him around. No one told Harry what to do.

"I'm following your father's orders, Potter. He authorized me to take precautions if I thought you were allowing yourself to become an easy target."

"My father can just go to hell. I don't need a babysitter, and I'm old enough to take care of myself." Harry was old enough on paper, but he knew that without his father's money things would be very different.

"I would appreciate it if you would show a little more respect for your father, seeing as he is trying to protect you."

"And I would appreciate it if you kept your big ugly nose out of my business; you're hired to babysit me, not to give me any type of advice and play shrink." Snape seemed piqued but held his tongue. He sat down beside Harry and ordered some orange juice.

Harry tried his best to ignore the man as he drank his scotch, but it was difficult when he could almost feel the man's eyes bore into him.

"Stop staring at me, you pervert. Aren't you supposed to walk around and investigate the pub to see if there are any bombs hidden around here?"

"It is not my job to look for bombs, and I think it highly unlikely you're that kind of target." Harry could see that the man had a lot of things he wanted to say. Luckily for him Snape kept quiet.

While Snape sipped on his orange juice Harry planned his next breakout. It was Saturday evening and Harry wanted to go out. It would be easier to wait for night and then escape, if he managed to convince his babysitter to let him go clubbing. He knew that it was easy to disappear into the crowd once they were out.

When night finally came, Harry found what he wanted to wear for the club and placed it beside the window, ready to take it with him when he would finally have the chance to escape. At least Snape didn't follow him around once they were back in his house. After an hour patrolling the house to ensure it was both secure and up to standard, Snape sat down on the sofa and read a book.

"I'm going to bed," Harry said around eleven that night. Snape didn't complain and wished him good night before he went back to his book. Harry was positive he would be able to outsmart the git.

After sending a text to Ron telling him to meet him outside his house in twenty minutes, he changed into his club wear and put on a robe just in case Snape came in to check on him.

After five minutes Harry opened the window and prepared himself for the climb down the side of the house.

It took him about fifteen minutes to climb down, mostly because it had begun snowing that night and Harry didn't have any gloves protecting him from the cold and slippery rail.

When his feet finally touched ground Harry let out a silent cheer. Now he only needed to make his way down to the gates and out to the street and he was free for the night. Glancing back at the house to make sure Snape wasn't near any windows, he took one last breath before he started toward the street.

Finally he reached the street and saw Ron's car parked just where the Potter estate started. Harry couldn't hide the grin that crossed his face. Ron waved him hello and started the car.

But the happiness was short-lived when a dark figure strode over to the car and stared at Harry. It didn't take long for Harry to realize who the dark figure was; the only thing he couldn't figure out was how he found out. It had been Hermione who had confessed to Snape earlier about where Harry might have gone. That was why he made sure to tell Ron not to tell Hermione he was breaking out of his own house, in case her morality took over and she confessed to Snape again.

"Get back inside, Mr. Potter," the man said in his deep voice.

"No," Harry rudely responded.

"You're not leaving the property tonight, especially since you so miserably tried to sneak out."

"You're not my father!" Harry opened the door to Ron's car and was about to enter when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, pulling him away from the door.

"Mr. Weasley, I suggest you drive away." Harry could see that Ron was nervous when he nodded and slowly drove off.

"Are you happy? Do you like making my life miserable? This is only the first day and I feel like I'm in prison. Why didn't my father just send me there instead?" Angry, he strode back to the house, ignoring Snape's one attempt to stop him.

Harry thought he could go right up to bed, the chance of Ron coming back to pick him up the second time was slim, and by the time the garage door opened up Snape would be pulling him back inside. He was of course tempted to do it anyway just to annoy Snape, especially since the man was determined to ruin his life.

After waiting thirty minutes he found his extra keys and snuck down to the garage. Slowly he opened the car door and sat inside the car. The next three things he was going to do would make a lot of noise so he waited to close and lock the car doors, start the car and open the garage door.

As he expected, Snape ran into the garage a few seconds later. The man looked anxious at first until he saw Harry sitting in the car, then his expression turned thunderous.

"Get out of the car," Snape ordered while walking from the door over to Harry, only to find out that all the doors were locked. "Unlock the doors, Potter!" For a brief second Harry was afraid of the man.

"No!" Harry screamed back after his fear vanished. Snape tried to rip open the door handle but stopped after a few tries and ordered Harry to open the door. Harry ignored the man; he knew that in only five seconds he would be able to drive without destroying his car or the garage door.

Then Snape did something he hadn't expected, he pointed a gun at the car.

"Open it, Potter, or I'll shoot," he said calmly. Harry was in shock from seeing the gun but refused to let Snape manipulate him.

"You wouldn't dare!" Harry shouted at him.

"Oh no?" Snape lowered the gun and pointed it at what Harry had to guess was the tire. If Snape did shoot, he wouldn't be able to take his car anywhere.

"Get out or I'll shoot." Harry wanted to answer something rudely back but noticed just then that the garage door was finally open, not thinking about what he did next he stepped on the gas. Unfortunately Snape was a fast thinker and he managed to shoot Harry's tire before the front of the car could clear the garage.

Harry was furious at Snape for shooting his tires and couldn't hold back his anger. Shouting in the car, he hit the steering wheel. Knowing that Snape wouldn't leave before he went back inside, Harry finally opened the door and followed him.

The rest of that night he was closely guarded by Snape. Even while he slept, Snape would walk into his room to make sure Harry hadn't escaped.