Disclaimer: Still not mine…even when it's all over.

Rating: M

Genre: Humor/Parody/Romance

Dirty Detention Part 2:

Potions and Cream

By: DeliciousNewYork

Harry and McGonagall were too caught up in their erotic potion-making to notice the shadow falling across the floor.

"Clean it! Cauldrons need to be cleaned for proper maintenance!" Her screams were echoing throughout the classroom now, but the dark figure still made no move to leave, or interfere.

Finally, McGonagall ran out of potion. Harry crawled backwards, licking the wetness from her potion from his lips. For several moments, neither spoke. Harry was the first to break the silence.

"I always did like tacos."

The figure at the door was still there, and the time had come to be noticed.

"Potter, you always were a shoddy potion maker."

Harry quickly stood; the light glinted off his bare chest.

"Professor Snape?!"

Yes, it was Professor Snape. And he was wearing a whip-cream bikini!

"No Potter, its Professor Dumbledore." Harry was obviously confused. Sarcasm was not his strong point. Snape finally walked into the room. After all, his white, naked ass had been showing in the hall for some time now.

Snape slammed the door behind him.

"I see you are serving detention Potter. Perhaps McGonagall has been too easy on you? Detention is not supposed to be enjoyable," He paused, "Minerva, perhaps I should take over the detention from here…I know you were looking forward to the weekly professor's conference (Snape was on his way there when he heard McGonagall's screams of passion), but I really think I need to be the one to teach Harry a lesson."

At the thought of Snape taking over, Harry began to reach for his shirt. Fear flooded him, along with the overwhelming desire to run away. And then a strange thought crossed his mind. He wasn't the skankiest boy in school for nothing!

He dropped his shirt back on the ground and made his way towards Snape, removing his pants in the process.

"Professor McGonagall had me polishing her desk. Do you need something polished? Your wand maybe?"

At this statement, McGonagall made a choking noise from the back of her throat, and she began to blush. And then she got angry. This was her detention to administer!

Neither Harry nor Snape paid any attention to her sputtering.

"I have a little something you for you to do."

Harry raised an eyebrow and glanced down Snape's body, "Little?" Harry walked forward until he was directly in front of Snape, then reached out and took a hold of his potions master.

"I guess it's your broomstick handle that needs polishing."

Harry proceeded to polish Snape's broomstick handle, potions and cream spewing out. Flecks landed on Harry's face and bare torso. McGonagall, witnessing this, quickly reached for her tea spoon and began again what Harry had done minutes before.

Harry increased the pace of his hand. He had thought he felt connection with McGonagall, but nothing could prepare him for this. It was as if he was bonding to Snape through the contact they were sharing. Snape pulled him closer; their faces almost touching as they shared breath.

And then it was over.

Harry quickly broke the connection. His arms dangled at his sides a few moments, until he raised his hand to his mouth and licked the remnants of potions and cream from the bottom of his palm up his middle finger.

McGonagall was finishing up with the spoon. Harry, feeling like he had betrayed her in a way, walked over to her and held his hand out. She cleaned the rest of the potions and cream from his hand.

Harry felt empty now. The exhilaration he had felt moments earlier was gone. Would these encounters be like all the others? Just meaningless sex? He had thought he felt something more, but would it all be over now?

Harry walked over to where his pants were and bent over to pick them up. He dropped them when he heard slight groans emanating from both Professors. Perhaps he could salvage things after all. There was only one thing left to do. Harry removed his boxers to reveal his favorite crotch-less leather thong. He usually wore it for luck.

"Mr. Potter, detention ended several minutes ago, you are free to go." It was obvious McGonagall had a difficult time telling Harry he could go.

"Are you sure? Do you need anything else from me?" He could hear both of their breaths quicken at the word "need." He laughed softly. "I could help you both clean up."

With those words he walked over to Snape and pulled him close, bringing him over to McGonagall. "Perhaps we could clean up together?" He held out his hand and pulled McGonagall up from the chair he sat her in at the beginning of his detention.

"Potter," Snape began, but Harry cut him by removing Snape's whip cream top with his tongue. Not wanting McGonagall to be left out, Harry kept some cream in his mouth and gave it to her. She swallowed thickly.

"Do you like that Professor?" Harry asked her. She nodded slowly. "I may have some more cream for you, if you'd like." She nodded again. Harry removed his crotch-less leather thong, rendering him completely naked at last.

McGonagall got all the cream she wanted.

Then Snape bent him over the desk and began to fuck him up the ass.

The door creaked open.

"Harry! How could you!?!"

Who could it be?