SSSE ch.3
Im back again to clog up your reading list with useless junk and quite possibly bring some PRoN to your day!
Warnings: Contains explicit sexual content, mild violence, language and i think thats everything.
I do not own. it is a sad truth of life. the grass is green, the sky is blue and i do not own any of the characters from harry potter
CONTENT/ Any usernames in this story used on FF or other sites (and the sites in general) Are all part of a fantasy made up in my twisted little mind. any similarities or relations to any usernames and/or sites are purely fictional.
"Harry, watch out!"
Harry was shaken from his daydream of a dark haired lover, veering to the left just in time to avoid a broken nose and a trip to the hospital wing. it was a miserable cloudy day to be out practicing but after almost losing to Slytherin the Gryffindor quidditch team was out every day in the late evenings practicing until just before curfew.
"You all right mate?"
To his left Ron hovered on his broom, attention not on Harry but the Bludger that almost took off his head a few moments ago. His uniform was splattered with water from when it had been raining at the beginning of practice.
"Yeah, i'm alright. Though this blasted rain's going to return any minute, I think we should call it a day."
"Alright, I'll let em know."
Ron flew back to the rest of the team waving his arms, looking for all the world like a soaked mudpuppy.
Harry stared out into the distance at the other quidditch players. Gryffindor definitely had a top notch team this year. 'Or we would if we actually got some decent weather to practice in.'
As it was practices were often cut short to make sure the players didn't get sick from long hours in the horrid weather but at the rate things were going the Gryffindor quidditch team would need to be replaced with grindylows.
Harry blew into the metal whistle that he kept around his neck, signaling that practice was over. A lot of Quidditch captains didn't use the whistle because it was a muggle method, preferring to use sonorous to amplify their voices. however this left players a lot of room for confusion; especially if there was a lot of noise around you.
Harry liked using the whistle. it was simple to understand and you could hear it anywhere. two short blasts called the end of the session and harry watched proudly as the other players headed toward the change rooms.
At a wave from Ron, Harry flew towards the change rooms, looking forward to get out of his damp clothes.
Harry logged onto Fanfiction opening up his recent mail. the two of them had been chatting for quite a while now, almost every night in fact.
Harry had wondered if TheRealseverusSnape would even want to continue to speak to him after he had turned down his request for the chatroom, but surprisingly the man had understood and had resolved to speak about it at a later date. Eventually, the shy politness and informality that always accompanied posts faded away to a familiarity and relaxation.
He still marveled on how the man made him feel. with just a few words the man could make harry blush all the way to his ears, or make him roar with laughter.
He knew that the man had a wicked sweet tooth, and liked terrible puns once in a while. at one point the two of them spent half the night exchanging terrible puns to see who could come up with the worst.
Harry was not surprised to see the PM in his inbox, tapping on the link to receive the memo.
LightningRod, 15 hr ago
Last evening you expressed interest in writing, yes?
Why don't you show me how its done and if you like i'll take a look at it tonight.
TheRealSeverusSnape
'He wants me to write a short story for him?'
'Well my stories suck so i should probably warn him first.'
Harry grinned, this should be fun, but what to write?
it was a simple task to open a PM and think out a story to write. the clicking noise the tablet made was the only sound in the boys dormitory.
TheRealSeverusSnape 10 min ago
Alright, just a warning though. I dreadful at writing so read at your own risk.
you have been warned.
LightningRod
Snape PoV
'Damn dunderheads, even a first year knows not to mix Whisperweed with Thestral blood...'
Snape had just returned from his sixth years potion class in which two hufflepuffs had managed to almost blow up the potions classroom. He felt no remorse in giving them weeklong detentions with Argus Filch to teach them the hassles of cleaning up messes from other it was friday evening. Minerva was patrolling tonight so he had plenty of time to do some writing on his laptop.
he tried to pretend that he was excited about not having to teach for the weekend, not the fact that he could talk with LightningRod again. It seemed that whenever he spoke with him time just seemed to fly by. "I wonder if he's written back by now?"
His internet was a little slow because he was down in the dungeons so it took a minute for fanfiction to load. after a brief login he accessed his memos and clicked the first PM, reading the warning.
He chuckled in amusement, closing the PM and accessing the second one where the Story was located.
Harry PoV
Harry looked down at the story in pleasure. 'It didn't turn out too bad for a quick effort. Hope he likes it.'
'A tap later and it was being sent to its recipient.
Untitled-
-LightningRod
Harry stood in front of the potions classroom, trying to gather the courage to open the door. the choice was taken away from him when the potions master himself opened the door. his hooked nose and black eyes glared down at him, thin lips tightening in displeasure. "While everyone else may put up with your tendency to eavesdrop through doors, I do not. Enter."
Harry stepped through the doorway, not saying anything in an attempt to avoid Snape's wrath and looking nervously around the room
The room was dimmer then usual, desks that were usually occupied with students pushed to the side of the room, the tables which usually held potion ingredients were spotless were against the wall. Snapes desk was clear and orderly as usual and in front of it lay a bubbling cauldron.
"Well, do not just stand there boy!"
Snape's voice was close to his ear, startling him. With a wave of the potions masters wand, instructions for drought of the living death appeared on the board. "You will continue the potion from step 3. I will be monitoring your progress And we shall see if you deserve to remain in my class."
"But sir-"
"Silence! Mr. Potter, just because you are the so called golden boy, does not mean that you get whatever you want. If you cannot complete this potion correctly this time I will have to banish you from my class. do I make myself clear?"
Harry's gulp was audible in the room.
"Yes sir."
He could not fail this class. his entire career as an auror depended on it.
"To work Mr. Potter"
Harry quickly walked to the cauldron and began his work. he could feel the potion masters gaze on him while he worked. throughout the potion Harry was sure to double check the recipe to make sure he was doing it right. 'Stir counter clockwise 12 times, clockwise 7 times and repeat until the potion turns a deep burgundy.'
The potion was extremely thick and would be until he added the bat venom so by the repeating stage his arms were exhausted. his potion had yet to even begin to darken from its scarlet red state and already his arms were shaking.
"Deplorable, Mr. Potter."
Hands wrapped around his own, grasping the stirring rod and increasing the speed of the stirring and cutting swiftly through the thick goop. Surprised, Harry stepped back only to find himself pressed up against Snape. 'Oh god...'
"This is a delicate process Mr. Potter. One needs to have the correct touch for it. That is what makes so much difference in a potions quality."
The body behind him moved forwards a little, startling Harry into jumping forward a bit. Was this really happening? Was Severus Snape, hated potions master actually coming on to him?
A stirring in his groin pulled him away from his thoughts to the man behind him. He was pressed between the cauldron and Snapes front. The heat soaking through all the layers they wore and warming his back. Snapes grip tightened around the ladle and began stirring in a less strenuous position, using his shoulders and upper back to push the rod through the ever thickening goop and inadvertently rubbing his chest against Harry's back.
'Merlin...'
"I am very good at what I do, personally I prefer to go slowly as to let all the sensations work their way through."
Snape changed position again, this time bring him flush against Harry's trembling frame.
"How do you like it ? Fast... or slow?"
"Fast..."
The arms around him moved faster, Snapes groin grinding into his arse, back and forth. "Or slow..."
The arms slowed to an almost unbearable pace, the cock grinding into him making him shiver and push back.
His erection was hard enough to pound nails. Harry wanted nothing more then to just tell the man to fuck him now and be done with it
"S-Sir, please!"
"What do you want Mr. Potter?"
Snapes left hand left the ladle to be wrapped around Harry's stomach and working its way downwards. Harry fought not to scream at the feel of the hand rubbing at the apex of his jeans, right where he needed it most.
"Please F-Fuck Me professor!"
The heat running through harry was unbearable, if he didn't do something soon he'd lose it. it didn't matter anymore how he got here, or what they were doing. all Harry wanted was the hand on his erection and the cock rubbing into his arse.
Lips brushed his ear, hot breath caressing his face. "If i am to retain any part of my oath to the school I cannot touch you directly. Unzip your jeans and pull out your cock."
Harry fumbled with the clasp of his jeans, undoing his fly and pulling out a silk touched erection. The cauldron stirrer was left untouched. Harry felt movement behind him then the cool sensation of a white handkerchief on his erection, then placing his hand directly on the handkerchief. His hands played Harry like a piano, tightening his fingers around one part and rubbing his thumb over the head.
The dungeons were filled with load groans that Harry would shame Harry in the morning but now his mind was blissfully blank. the only thing mattering was the hand on his erection and the cock rubbing at his back.
When Snape had pulled back Harry groaned, to be replaced with a cry of pleasure when the cock nudged his arse again with better definition.
Snape had pulled out his own erection, rutting it on Harry. The motions of hand moving quicker on him coincided with the tightness in his groin, his balls preparing to draw up and the tingling was getting intense.
"Sir I-"
Snape bit his clothed shoulder.
Harry shrieked as his climax overtook him, strong sensations finally bleeding out. By the weight of the man behind him he guessed that Snape had reached his end as well.
It was a few minutes before the man pulled away.
"Mr. Potter, When you finish school and seek to have a conventional relationship you are welcome to seek my aid."
Harry watched with a smile as the man walked out of the room, He looked forward to graduation in a week.
LightningRod 10 min ago
If you call this bad then my writing is just dreadful. I think you missed your calling wanting to be a police officer.
Your story is quite intriuging. perhaps you should post it yourself.
LightningRod, Would you collaborate with me on my next work? I would love your thoughts on the subject.
TheRealSeverusSnape
TheRealSeverusSnape 2 min ago
Really!? You think so? Well i don't know much about writing but i
would love to work with you.
LightningRod
LightningRod 2 min ago
I would like to collaborate with you. would you join me in a private chat room?
There is no chances of being found out if that's what bothers you.
TheRealSeverusSnape
Harry looked at the most recent PM. 'before he was uncomfortable talking with the man, but now he was excited to talk alone with him. it was almost like an intimate encounter. at the thought of Snape in a chatroom online he giggled. that was a mental image he did not need to see.
TheRealSeverusSnape 2 min ago
I would love to. would you PM me the link?
Anyway I have to go. Homework and such.
Goodnight!
LightningRod
Snape PoV
Severus snape looked at the most recent PM. the student had talent. although he knew the author was a wizard. he knew just too much about hogwarts to be imagination.
he turned off the laptop and headed to bed, the image of passionate green eyes and black hair haunting his dreams.
YAY CHAPTER 3 IS UP!
so this was a smutbunny chapter. it was mostly kinda filler but it brings the relationship forward.
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