Chapter two: Consequences
The Gryffindor boy's eyes were wide open, lost in Draco's. It was pure, intense eye-contact.
"What…?" – he thought, completely disarmed, feeling something soft and wet touching his lips.
Malfoy was obviously asking permission to turn that innocent kiss into something better, something deeper. Harry's lips were hot and he felt hypnotized. His body was starting to react to such new experience when Harry opened his mouth, in order to let the blonde haired boy's tongue come in. He couldn't avoid doing the same. Soon, both tongues were touching, dancing, twisting.
A voluptuous hand moved down and touched Potter's chest, pinching his nipples mercilessly.
"Potter…" – Malfoy moaned, in the middle of the kiss. It was faster than before, there was no space for talking, Harry made sure of that, his shy hands squeezing Malfoy's arse. Their moans echoed all over the room. They wouldn't noticed even if anyone walked in by accident. Or if someone was spying them.
A few instants later, they ran out of air and the kiss died, leaving them both gasping.
"Ah… It seems…" – Malfoy started, grinning. – "You enjoyed it, Potter."
The green eyes had a fierce expression, now.
"Do you really think I liked it? You wished." – Harry whispered. – "Besides, I wasn't the one who kissed you. You kissed me. That's because you wanted it. And you wanted it so badly you had to catch me by surprise."
"I did not know boys get hard when they don't like being touched or kissed." – Malfoy said, with a triumphant smile. He had won the battle. – "Cat got your tongue?" – his smile became bigger. Potter was blushed and speechless. Perfect. – "See ya later, Potter."
Draco grabbed his stuff and left the room, leaving the boy-who-lived alone and confused.
In the next days, all Harry could think about was that kiss. His first kiss. And he was worried he liked it and that wasn't even the worst of it. He wanted more, he would look for more. Harry was only too proud to admit it. He wouldn't admit not even to himself, much less he would admit it to Draco. Later on, another thing popped up to his mind: what if he was gay?
Without noticing it, Harry started to stare to his teachers with different eyes. Lupin, mostly. But also Snape. And the curious thing is that Snape stared back at him, like if he knew something. A secret, something not to be told.
"Harry, what's wrong?" - Hermione asked, snapping her fingers in front of Harry's face. They were at potions class and Hermione had noticed her friend's state of reverie.
"Hey, dude! Where are you looking at?" – Ron had also noticed Harry's absorbed look.
"Who is he looking at, it's more like it." – the girl whispered. She had a clue of what was going on. But would not tell Ronald about it, that was for sure.
"What am I doing?" – Harry thought, when he finally woke up from the trance, finding himself staring at Snape. – "At Snape? At Snape?! I'm going mad, that's what."
Harry pulled himself together and returned to work. Or at least, he pretended he was working. The last thing he wanted was Snape criticizing him, like he usually did. His emerald eyes moved along every workbench, stopping right on Malfoy's. The boy was working with Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl that usually walked around with Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.
"So pathetic, that girl is. Always trying to kiss his face, or to touch his hair…" – Harry thought, firework in his eyes, sparks everywhere.
At the very end of the lesson, Snape approached Harry's workbench, with his index finger passing over his lower lip.
"Oh no, it was too good to be true… Here we go again…" – Potter thought. He had been surprised that Snape haven't spoke to him during the whole class time. He should have known that his teacher was "saving the best for last".
"I am absolutely surprised that you didn't blow up this classroom with those potion brewing skills of yours… However… As I expected, this potion is completely unacceptable." – Snape said, deeply and slowly. – "Clearly fame isn't everything, is it Potter? Even your father could brew potions decently. Unlike you…"
"I don't care about fame and I don't remember asking to be famous." – Harry said, trying to remain calm, even if it was difficult with that bat saying those barbarities.
"Arrogant as ever…" – a cinical smile danced on Severus' lips. – "Just like your father."
"Don't you dare to insult my father, you…!"
"Detention, Potter! Tonight in my office, nine o'clock and don't you dare arriving late."
As furious as he was, Harry grabbed his book and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
"How could I be so stupid? Playing his little game! He now has what he wanted! Well done, Harry!" – it was not clear with whom Harry was most upset. If with Snape or if with himself.
He missed the afternoon classes. Transfiguration and Divination. It was not a waste, as for this last one. At dinner time, Ron and Hermione tried to cheer him up, but they didn't succeed. After all, he was about to go having detention with Snape.
When dinner time was over, Harry stood up and slowly walked to the dungeons, where Snape's quarters were. He knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter. He did not want a entire week of detention.
"Come in." – Snape's deep and cold voice said.
The door opened and Harry came in.
"Here I am…" – the young boy said, looking down.
"Here I am, Professor." – the man corrected his student, without lifting his eyes from the parchment he was writing on.
"Professor." – Harry repeated. – "What will I be doing tonight, Professor?"
"Oh, you will satisfy me." – in less than a second, Snape was stading right in front of Harry.
"What…?" – for the first time that night, the Gryff looked at his teacher.
"You heard it." – Snape's patience was already at its minimum.
"I don't quite understand, Professor…"
"Take off that filthy robe of yours, silly boy!"
Harry hesitated.
"Do it." – his tone of voice suggested that he wouldn't be saying his orders one more time.
Immediately after, the Gryffindor robe was on the floor.
"Now the tie and the shirt. Quickly."
Harry did as he was asked.
"Good." – Severus went to other room and brought a new robe and tie. – "Wear these."
"But these are…" – Harry started, but Snape interrupted him, curtly.
"Slytherin's. Wear them, I won't ask again."
"You're not asking, anyway. You're ordering, Professor." – he grabbed his shirt, but Snape slapped his hand.
"Just wear the tie and the robe."
A few seconds later, Harry was ready.
"Now?"
Snape moved quick and went to sit on his chair, behind his desk.
"Now you come here and kneel before me, Potter." – he said, spitting his student's name, as he usually did.
"What? No!"
"No? Did I hear you refusing an order from me?"
"N-No… I'm going…" – being afraid of the consequeces his house may suffer if he refused Snape's orders, Harry obeyed and kneeled before his teacher. – "Like this?"
"I don't know any other meaning for the word kneel, Potter. Now unzip it." – he was looking down, obviously refering to his pants.
Harry was stupified. But his hands moved and unzipped the man pants. Snape helped him. Moments later, Harry got himself a scare.
"Now you suck it. And don't you dare to bite it." – the greasy haired man warned.
"I'm not gonna do that, you…!" – Harry couldn't finish what he was saying because Snape grabbed his hair quickly and forced him to swallow his dick. And he didn't release the pressure. Badly behaved boys deserved to be punished.
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