I was going to update in Feb but I got it finished early and wanted to post it now . So I kind of have a solid plan for this story and I hope everyone enjoys what I have in store for them. Snape is coming into this one just to add a wee bit more plot –if there are any requests involving a snape pairing please review and I will try and write a few spin offs in my spare time x Please review, add to favs or alerts your support means a lot to me.

I watched Potter from behind the bookshelf, stupid little child pretending to read, the book was completely upside down. His face was glazed over and his eyes where static in his face. I had been watching the boy for a while, and by a while I mean years. Just waiting for the rare moments when I can glimpse his eyes and everything good returns in once beautiful moment. Then it is gone when he moves his face, revealing the more masculine jaw and the scar, keeping me in my place and away from him.

I live to see those eyes, just as I also live for the moments I can pretend he is his father and humiliate him the way I was before. It sickens me that the boy is what you could consider nice, worse than that is the fact that I know he has had a much more pain filled life and yet he never once considered joining forces with the dark side. He was not weak like me.

He knows of my love for his mother and I understand why he stays away. He is disgusted. Disgusted with my love just like everyone else was, well except Dumbldore. I watch the boy begin to drool onto the book in front of him and am about to rush in and take his house points when I see Draco come from behind and push his wand under Potter's chin. Draco wouldn't be so stupid not after my sacrifices to keep him out of prison? What was the idiot doing? I would have to play this carefully, I couldn't very well come in now or I would have to report it as an attack. But if Draco does something bad I may loose those eyes forever.

I make up my mind, when Potter fights back as the thug is inevitably bound to do I shall swoop in and give him detention for his actions as bulling and acquitted Death Eater. Yes it was perfect and I waited in the dark of the library.

'What the hell Malfoy? Don't you know its cowardly to sneak up on a man?' Potter spat as Draco pushed his wand further up tilting his chin. Potter made his move suddenly with the agility of a jungle cat, grabbing Draco's arm he swung him over his shoulder onto the table top before mounting him gripping the angular chin painfully in one fist. I am about to intervene but something stops me. A fascination, there is a stillness and a heaving breath that seems to capture the two youths in its grip. Potter and Draco do not fight like this. I have seen them in the throes of hate and I know what it looks like. Draco with his brow creased and Potter looking back in distain, there is a definite need to destroy when they fight. This is different. Draco looks defiant but also exited; Potter looks hungry like a cat that has a mouse by the tail.

I'm frozen as I recognise that look on Draco's face because it's the same one that Luscious gave me when we were in school. My mind wanders back to the days where we casually fucked. Not because there was love or anything, on my part it was just a way to get off, for Luscious it was a way to rebel against his family. Screwing a half blood and a male at that. I think he also got off on the fact that I was never attractive, and even within Slytherin I was not the most desired of liked. He had it off by fucking the weaker kid. He always loved being the most powerful and look where it landed him and his son.

I remember him grabbing me and pulling me behind statues or into secluded passageways pulling down my trousers and gripping me hard. As if to tell me I belonged to him. As if to say I would always be his little slut. He was fond of dirty talk. Sometimes in the years after school he would look me up specifically for such encounters. Too proud to ever let Cissa know about his fetishes or to ask her to join he needed to blow it off on someone, excuse the pun. I resented Malfoy after a while, he had the perfect life, wife he respected, a son in his image, power and outward integrity. All I had was the memory of a woman who never loved me and in fact despised me.

Looking at Draco now I know what's going to happen and I see myself on top about to be overthrown by the golden haired angel of seduction underneath me. Draco punches Potter in the gut causing him to double over in pain and giving Draco the upper hand which he takes with gusto. Pinning Potter to the table with his knee firmly planted on the small of his back. It's now not fear for Draco's freedom I am feeling, its fear for how I'm reacting to the sight of the two so joined in lust. God it's been so long. I need a good fuck if two teenagers are doing for me. If it had been any other students on the table right now I would have been in there taking house points and giving detentions like there was no tomorrow. But its Potter and Malfoy and I have a sick fascination to see what happens.

'Potter you should know better than to try and best me. You know it only leads to me withholding what you want' Malfoy was ginning ear to ear his school shirt clinging to him with sweat. I was shocked, Draco's dialogue seemed to imply this had happened before and was an ongoing thing. Potter raised his head as far as he could in his restrained position.

'I thought you liked me to fight back in the beginning. Or from now on do you just want me to call you master in privet and spread my legs' Potter should not sound that alluring, but he does. Everything in the way he speaks to the way he pushes himself against Draco is to seduce. And those green sparkling eyes are bright with pleasure and risk. Draco moans at this talk, just like his father would.

'Potter I say what happens when it happens and how it happens you have no say. If I jump you, you fight me off. If I order you to do something you do it straight away. Do you understand?' Draco pulls Potters face up by his hair and holds him in an arch. Draco began to bite the small brunette's neck causing harsh purpling bruises to mist themselves on the boys neck. Why for the love of Merlin am I not breaking this up?

Its wrong, its Potter and Malfoy. The smaller boy writhes on the desk top trying to get more of his flesh into Draco's hot needy mouth. Draco grips the boys shirt ripping it down the middle tearing it off until Potter is topless with only a tie round his neck. My Godson grabs this pulling on it swivelling it round to the back of his neck and pulling it up like a dog on a leash. He pops all his buttons pushing forward to feel Potters back against his front, delighting in sweat and soft skin.

Harry is whimpering now, a low keening sound that travels straight to my groin, and I suppose to Draco's for he grips the tie tighter pulling Potter up further against him till the boy is almost at a 90 degree angle to his legs. Draco's other hand slowly unbuttons the raven's trousers slipping a hand inside to grip the prominent bulge that has been begging to be released for the last ten minutes. It springs free of its bonds out into the cold library air, pink and dripping, the head bobbing as he thrusts into Draco's cruel hands. There was nothing to hear then but panting gasps and wet movements. I knew I should not have been watching, I should stop it. Most of all I should not be having the urge to touch myself, to ruin my integrity as a teacher. Touching or desiring students was not something I condoned. True both boys were of age but even if we were not in this situation of pupil and teacher, it would be sick to sleep the woman I loved or with my ex-lover's son. That kind of thing lead to being in the tabloids having Rita tell you how to sort out your life like you were some kind of mental case.

I had to stop this but going in now all guns blazing was not the right way to do it. I needed to talk to Draco afterwards, tell him that his life would be ruined if he continued he would never be allowed to live his life in peace. But then again Draco had always been an attention whore. Maybe this was some kind of plot to ruin Potter's standing as the champion of the wizarding world. He couldn't argue with that. But he needed to know Draco's motive. Was he stupid or was the boy clever in how he was going to use Potter.

The scene on the table has moved to new heights of graphicness with Potter on his knees, hands tied with the Sytherin tie and his eyes blind from a scarf. Draco pulling on the tie around his neck forcing his mouth around his cock. I needed to think about what was going on in front of me.

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Potter is on the floor in front of me, his mouth pink and dripping with my precum, hands tied behind his back and his eyes blinded. I feel so powerful right now, like I have control of my life again. He bobs his head again covering his teeth with his lips and pressing down hard on my shaft. I want to cum all over his face, all over his scar. I want to own him, and in a sense I do. I own him because I am the only person who can make him feel anything anymore. This excites me because for the first time I am the only thing defining his world, no stupid friends or Dark Lord to interrupt me or overshadow me. To him I am all he has.

His mouth engulfs me in a wet tight heat and I cannot wait to have him bent over the desk or maybe I'll make him ride me both options sound appealing. I pull him up by his tie letting my dick slide over his chest as he rises up. I sit on the desk, looking at his naked form. Pink cock bobbing needy and untouched in the dim of the library.

'Get on me' He shivers at the order and pushes his body forward trying to seek me out with his bare body. He finds me in my seated position and slowly he raises one knee onto the desk, gingerly testing his weight to see if he will slip. He then falls forward onto me clumsily in him bound state.

'Does my pet need help. Remember Harry you have to ask for what you want.' I smirk as he bites his lip in frustration. Even though I've been pleasuring him all week he still needs to fight back, just to feel less guilty about his need to be fucked.

'Please...' I love it when he resists begging, it makes my cock twitch with power and need, knowing soon he will relent and beg for it all. 'Please...help me onto your cock'.

There is drool running down the side of his cheek and he licks those plump red lips, swollen by the force of my shaft. Swiftly I grab him by his waist and hoist him onto my lap, positioning him just above my cock. He is s sight to behold with his dusky pink nipples hard and puffy, his cock proudly standing up from its shaven bed and his body straining at my makeshift bonds. I feel like coming but I want to see Potter come first. Licking my fingers I then pull a nipple between then watching it become taught then spring back into its natural position, its colouring becoming a slightly more abused shade of red. I need him on me now.

Spitting on my cock I rub it all over till I'm all wet then I push him down by his shoulders till my tip in impaled in his recently violated ass. I can still feel my cum from a few hours ago making his insides slick. He clenches around my cock and I freeze as his grip squeezes pleasure from my weeping dick. I don't move and he begins to moan and buck in frustration. Then he begins to impale himself, driving my cock deeper into his tight little ass. His body is taught from tugging on the ties restraining him and he whimpers as I pull at the gold and red one around his neck encouraging him to move faster or else he will be punished. He slides himself up and down my shaft pausing now and then to clench around the tip, just too drive me insane and make me start thrusting but I hold off. I want him frustrated that he cannot find release and need me to complete his orgasm. I pull a small elastic band out of my pocket before I twist it round his dick cutting off the flow. He whimpers and jerks trying to get away

'You cum when I want you to cum.' I can see the frustration in his face and with it comes the lust of being ordered. I slowly begin to thrust while softly teasing his cock in my hand. He has smooth velvety skin hooding his steel hard shaft and I tug on it enjoying the sight of his foreskin as it becomes pink with need. This is when I decide how to finish. I want him begging and breathless when I leave, needing to cum.

Quickly I spin him round so he is on his back on the table top and I hold his knees up to his chest, ignoring his pained cries as our combined weight crushes his arms. I thrust into him moaning and delighting in his, until the very last second when thrust deeper than before hammer into his prostate and spill my load inside him. He pants underneath and growls with the need for his own orgasm.

I don't pull out instead I reach into my pocket and produce a small but plug, I had wanted to use this before but I never found anyone who was right. I wanted Potter to walk around with my cum in him all day. I pulled out fast before pulling his legs over his head so that his gaping and abused hole faced the ceiling, then I slipped in the cold silicone toy watching his hole twitch.

'What is that? Draco what are you doing?' Potters voice was getting panicky and he was starting to twist to avoid the large object protruding from his anus.

'Don't worry just a toy that will help keep my cum in you. It's not anything you need to worry about' I smile. What Potter doesn't know is that it vibrates and thrusts at my command. 'I'm the only one who can remove it so don't even bother trying. Just accept it and let it stretch you out'.

I pulled the scarf off his face seeing his flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. Pulling him up into a sitting position I watched as the toy obviously brushed something inside him and he gasped in pleasure. I began to stroke him fast and hard making him beg for release.

'You wanna cum? Ok cum for me' I snapped the elastic band and watched him shoot his load all over his own chest. He collapsed against me head on my shoulder, breathing heavily. I let him regain his strength feeling his heart beat against me. He turned to the side and kissed me, not rough as usually it was but soft and full on the mouth. My heart tumbled in my chest as it always does whenever he shows me genuine affection. I kiss him back before untying him and popping my tie into my pocket.

He grins at me before gathering his cloths. I make my way to the door, buttoning my shirt and spelling away any stains that have been left. Classes start tomorrow and we are going to have to be more sneaky from now on if we want to continue. Cause God knows we both need this.

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I watch then depart separately and by this time my erection is fighting my pants begging for some kind of attention. I do not know what to do now. I thought Draco was doing it for revenge but now I'm not so sure. He seems to be tender with Potter, genuine tenderness. I must admit it is the first time in months that I have seen him act any kind of human.

For now all I can do is talk to Draco and beg him to be discrete about the matter. Or both of them could be destroyed in a whirlwind of gossip and lies. I also need to take care of myself and I am not confronting the boy with a raging hard on. No I will just wait till the time is right and I can corner Draco alone. He will be truthful with me, I am the only one he has.

Now though a well needed shower I think.

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Ok so it's a but shorter than I thought it was going to be but I may add to it at a later date but I hope you like it and please review to tell me of any errors or if you liked anything. Please fave if you like

Alexi Styles