Harry found himself unbelievably nervous as he stood outside the chambers to the potions classroom after dinner. It was undeniable that something extra had happened the night before. Something that Harry didn't completely understand. He couldn't deny to himself that he found himself incredibly and completely attracted to his professor. The same professor that he had once thought lived solely to make his life miserable, until he found out just how much Snape had done for him over the years, just how many times Snape had saved his life. But that wasn't how the attraction had started, the attraction hadn't started until he realized just how strong Snape was. How commanding, how his eyes glittered with focused intensity as he stared him down.
Harry took a deep breath, perhaps Hermoine was rubbing off on him to much, he didn't typically analyze a situation so much, put so much thought into one simple occurrence. Harry closed his eyes as heat swept threw him at the memory of what Snape had done to him, ok so maybe not such a simple occurrence. Harry's breath came short as he wondered if there would be a repeat performance tonight, or perhaps if something even more would happen. Harry worried his lip as he thought about it, it had seemed that Snape had been open to his arousal. Had even been exited about it, but Snape had said that this would be detention and Harry didn't want to get his hopes up to much.
Stealing himself Harry forced himself to raise his hand and knock firmly on the chamber door, flinching when the door swung open at the first touch of his hand. Trying to contain both his nerves and excitement, Harry entered the chamber, taking in the classroom which looked the exact same as it always did. Snape set behind his desk, his head bent as he marked papers, not glancing up when Harry entered the room.
"Have you started your potions essay Potter?" Snape asked as Harry stood awkwardly just within the door way. Harry flinched at the sudden question, stuttering out the negative. Snape spared him a brief disapproving glance, before indicating the desk directly in front of his, where parchment and a quill set. "I figured as much," Snape sneered. "get to work."
Harry continued to stand still, frozen in indecision, however one cocked eyebrow from Snape had Harry scurrying to the indicated seat. Sneaking glances out from under his lashes at his professor Harry picked up the quill and desperately tried to remember what the essay was supposed to be about.
Snape continued to mark papers even as he discreetly watched Potter struggle to even start the essay. Terrible, really, the only one who ever seemed to make even a passible effort in their school work was Granger, and like he would ever admit that! Snape growled when he came to Potter's essay. Incredible, one would have to try to be so terrible. With a friend like Granger it really shouldn't be that hard to spin up a passible essay. Really Potter's first year work was more promising then such an abomination.
Snape paused to mule that thought over for a moment. It was true, at one point Potter's work hadn't been terrible. And then even though Snape wouldn't admit it, he had, had a decent excuse for poor course work when he had to worry about fighting an evil deranged wizard. Severus glanced up to find that he had drawn Potter's attention. The boy was watching him with an apprehensive look on his face, undoubtedly wondering why he had stopped grading.
Snape observed Potter for a moment, the look that Potter had worn the night before as he straddled him, applying just enough pressure to his throat to be felt flashed in front of his eyes, causing an uncomfortable heat flash to work its way down his spine. The need came back suddenly, the need that he had suppressed for so long. What was it about Harry Potter that brought this back out in him, that made him, once again, wish to control.
From the flush that was working its way up Harry's neck, Snape knew that at least the lust behind his thoughts was showing through his eyes, and he couldn't help it as a predatory smirk worked its way across his lips. Grabbing Potter's parchment Snape stalked around his desk, his eyes intent, focused.
Harry swallowed nervously as Snape approached him, the look in his eyes nothing short of hungry. Snape swept up behind Harry, taking enjoyment from the obvious tension in his neck and shoulders as Harry lost sight of him, to proud to turn his head to look and see what he was doing.
"Do you want to explain to me Potter," Severus growled, letting his voice rumble in his throat as he leaned threating over Potter. "why this essay you turned in last week, is so incredibly, rubbish."
Snape reached around Harry to smooth the parchment in front of him, placing it a-top the still blank piece laid out before him. Severus allowed himself to hover close to Harry, one arm still circled around him. His face close enough to Harry so that he could smell his scent from his hair. Warm, slightly earthly, Severus realized his smell reminded him of the wind. Severus heard Harry suck in a startled breath followed by small almost imperceptible shiver.
Harry wanted to groan from how close Snape was standing to him, wanted to push back until he could feel his head against Snape's chest. Harry sucked in a sharp breath and shivered as Snape's voice washed over him. Really, a voice like that shouldn't be allowed around young adolescents, it was too husky, too hot. Caused way too many dirty fantasies.
Harry shuddered again but forced himself to look down at the parchment that Snape had laid in front of him. He vaguely remembered the essay, spending maybe half an hour on it. Didn't bother to do any research. Had just jotted down something then turned it in. He couldn't even remember what he had wrote and honestly from what Harry could see from his essay, even it wasn't very clear on what he was supposed to be talking about.
Harry licked his lips as a small bolt of nerves condensed in his stomach. "I'm sorry sir, Harry murmured feeling small. "I just, I haven't..."
Snape waited patiently for Harry to find his words, allowing himself to drift just minutely closer, until he could feel Harry's hair tickling his lips. "Haven't what, Harry?" Snape whispered into his ear.
A harsh breath escaped Harry's throat as his first name was whispered against his ear, without thinking Harry tilted his head slightly, allowing Snape better access to him if he so decided to take it. "I haven't been able to do things lately." Harry whispered back as it became obvious Snape was waiting for an answer. "It's just...nothing has felt right, important any more. I've done what I was borne to do...what now?" Harry finished lamely.
"Now," Snape growled harshly against his neck, his nose just barely brushing the sensitive skin there. "You will bring your grades up. You will not be turning in any more such inexcusable, absolutely inane attempts at an essay. Do you understand?"
Harry's eyes were large, his pupils surely blown wide with arousal as Snape growled his orders against his neck. His hot breath causing goose bumps to raise across Harry's skin. "Potter!" Snape snapped, his fingers curling ominously, crumpling the parchment beneath them.
"Yes sir!" Harry answered in a rush, "I...I understand. I'll...I'll do as you say."
"Commanded." came the harsh reply.
"Commanded," Harry repeated, his eyes closing as his lips unconsciously caressed the word. "I'll do as you commanded."
"Good boy." Came the pleased purr and Harry had just a moment to contemplate the incredibly warm glow that infused itself under his skin at Snape's words, a pride he had never felt before filling him before Snape's hand twisted into his hair.
Once Harry gave into Snape's demand he couldn't help but give him a reward and allow himself a bit of indulgence as well. Holding his head in place Snape sank his teeth into Harry's tanned neck, tasting the taunt skin that was o so tempting. Severus growled slightly as he bit hard enough to leave a mark, god yes he would leave a mark. The pure unadulterated, aroused moan that was ripped from the boy beneath him gave Snape just a moments pause before a hot white spike of pleasure lit in his belly, and he attacked Harry's neck with a renewed fervor. Licking and sucking, taking small nips, from the tan column. Working his way up until he took Harry's ear lobe into his mouth, sucking on it for just a moment.
Through out his administration Harry had not been able to silence his voice. Small gasps and moans slipped between his lips as Snape continued to assault him, holding him still the entire time. Harry whimpered in loss when Snape finally pulled away. Breathing harshly Harry stared unfocused as Snape came to stand in front of him. Leaning forward slightly Snape placed a finger under Harry's chin forcing his head up so he had no choice but to look Severus in the eyes. "If this essay is not impeccable, I will be o so incredibly displeased with you Harry."
And even threw his lust filled haze, as Harry stared into Snape's black glittering eyes Harry knew one thing. More then anything, more then anything he had ever wanted, he never wanted Snape to be disappointed in him again.