The Detention Club
Summary: It seems that all of Harry's friends have crushes on teachers, and Harry finds himself thinking of Professor Snape…And things only get more complicated after that.
A/N: HBP never happened and Snape still teaches Potions.
Chapter Four:
"What?" Harry demanded, stopping where he was. Hermione kissed a teacher? Broke a law and did something Harry was so sure she'd be against. Harry shook his head and ran to catch up with Hermione who sat down at the top step on the staircase. She had her knees pulled up and her red face hidden under a veil of thick hair and her hands. Obviously it was true and not some problem with Harry's hearing. He noticed the red had traveled to the back of her neck. He comfortingly put an arm around her.
"I kissed her," Hermione moaned, voice muffled. She sat up, looking alarmed, as if she just realized what she had done. "I…I kissed a teacher…and you…"
She shook her head and ran her fingers through her tangled hair and turned to Harry.
"Wow," said Hermione.
"Wh-what happened?" Harry asked, wondering why on earth Hermione would kiss Vector, a voice in the back of his head asking him (in an accusing tone) why he'd kissed Professor Snape.
"I was just going to talk to her about borrowing some books she'd said she had," Hermione said, coming out in a hoarse whisper. "And we were talking and suddenly we got so close and…and I just kissed her. I don't know why! I wasn't thinking! And then she started kissing me back and then my brain started working, but I didn't pull away…I just noticed how wonderful it felt and how soft her l-…never mind."
Hermione had suddenly turned as red as Harry had seen anyone get. Harry grinned, thinking about when he had first kissed Snape and wondering if they would ever repeat the events of that evening.
"Well," said Harry, beginning his story of what had happened that first detention, Hermione an eager and alert audience.
While Harry and Hermione traded stories about their teachers, Snape had led Vector into his private chambers and into his living room. Vector took a look around her friend's living room, remembering it from all the years she'd come down here to talk to her colleague. Neither acted like friends outside of the room, Snape wanting to keep the façade of the nasty, friendless, evil Potions Master, for reasons Vector had accepted. This year the room was slightly different, with a new cream colored carpet instead of the old brown one, and new black furniture replaced the old faded ones. Shelves of books and vials and jars lined two walls, the back one with a door and the other across from it with a brightly lit fireplace. Vector carefully sat on the couch while Snape took the chair, glaring at her. Vector flushed, remembering what she had interrupted.
"This had better be important, Septima," Snape said.
"I apologize, Severus," said Vector. "It's just…who else am I supposed to talk to about this?"
Snape sat silently, waiting patiently, listening carefully.
"Granger…she…she kissed me," Vector said nervously. "And since we'd talked about what happened between you and Potter…I…well…it seemed best to come to you about it."
"Miss Granger?" asked Snape, causing Vector to nod. He looked surprised for a moment before saying, "Well, what is the problem?"
"I liked it, Severus," Vector whispered, as if someone were listening. "I kissed her back…I'm a pedophile!"
Snape raised an eyebrow and Vector sent him an apologetic look. She hadn't meant to offend him, but it was her opinion on the matter.
"We talked about this last time, Severus," Vector said. "We could be fired! We could go to Azkaban! Don't you remember the scandal of '86? Professor Alicia Springfield and sixteen year old Homer Bowman had an affair! They were caught! They sent her to prison and Homer was forced into months of therapy, which he probably didn't need because he seemed just fine, but…This is very serious, Severus."
"I've been able to hide many things from many people, Septima," Snape responded. "I think I can manage this."
"It's an awful big risk to take on Harry Potter," Vector said, almost smiling. Even if it wasn't love or anything like it, she did have the feeling that her friend didn't hate the boy as much as he let on.
Snape glared at her and said nothing.
A week later, a confused Harry Potter walked down to Snape's office for Occlumency lessons. An entire week of Snape acting normal in Potions class, only with a lacking of detentions. It was disappointing, since they had been interrupted twice and Harry had been hoping for something. Hermione had told him why a few days earlier. That she had gone to Vector's office where Vector explained to her why they couldn't do anything and that she'd attempted to convince Snape of the same thing.
But Harry couldn't believe it was true. Sometimes, in Potions or at meals, Harry would see Snape looking at him. Not in the usual look of pure hatred, but one of hunger and lust. And he doubted Snape would stop just because Professor Vector told him to.
As soon as Harry walked into Snape's office, the door closed and Snape's lips were on his before he could see anything move. In his shock, Harry had only started to return the kiss when Snape pulled away, looking down at him with that look he'd seen in class and at mealtimes, only it was deeper.
"I think the whole school is worried about you, Professor," Harry said. "Not one detention."
"If I gave just one then I might be tempted to give you one, too," Snape said. He began kissing Harry's neck. "Professor Vector bet me one hundred Galleons if I managed not to touch you for one week."
Harry laughed softly. "Congratulations on your win, sir."
"Would you like to try something new today?" Snape asked, stepping back.
"Um…sure?" Harry said uncertainly.
He watched as Snape took another two steps back and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his boxers down, and leaned back against his desk, smirking as Harry gaped at his erection.
"You're going to give me a blowjob, Mr. Potter," Snape said, feeling excited by the alarmed look crossing the boy's face. But Harry nodded and slowly, nervously walked up to him and looked him in the eyes before sinking down to his knees.
Harry, of course, wasn't a professional at anything involving sex except maybe masturbation. He'd certainly never given a blow job and had only read a few things about giving one. But, sure he had the general idea, and felt a bit of excitement as his cock sprang to life. He had the power now, and it was nice. He carefully wrapped one hand around the throbbing member and leaned forward, flicking his tongue out and licking the head, tasting the precome. It had an odd taste, but not bad. He looked up at Snape who seemed to be enjoying things so far, looking down at him, lust-filled eyes, moaning. Harry grinned and slid his lips over his teeth and carefully sucked the head into his mouth, all while sliding his hand up and down it. Snape moaned again. Harry licked the head again before sliding his tongue down under the shaft and moved his mouth slowly down farther. It was fun and certainly was living up to all the good things the magazine had said about giving head.
"Mmmm," Harry said, causing Snape to hiss and grasp tightly at his hair. Harry continued moving his hand, pulling his mouth back and gently blowing over where he'd licked and sucked and gently pressed a kiss to it and began licking his way down the shaft, all while staring up at Snape, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying this treatment, moaning and groaning and whimpering by this treatment. Harry felt his erection grow harder as he worked his mouth back up the length and took it into his mouth again, going down as far as he could before he knew his gag reflex would kick in and ran his tongue over the hard member in his mouth. He continued working his hands and mouth and tongue over the flesh for a few minutes until Snape gently pushed Harry away and pulled him up to his feet, roughly shoving him into the side of the desk.
Harry was confused for a moment by the actions until Snape roughly began pulling down his pants, pushing Harry harder into the desk that it hurt.
"Are you inexperienced at everything, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked as he pushed two fingers inside his student, causing Harry to jump in surprise.
Harry flushed, as he was certain he'd been doing well enough.
"You seemed to-…enjoy it, Professor," Harry shot back, wincing as Snape pushing his cock inside him. There was pain, like the first time, only not as bad. He gripped the sides of the desks, breathing heavily and moaning as Snape wrapped his fingers around his erection.
"As did you…Mr…Potter," said Snape, thrusting into him roughly, causing Harry to grunt in the discomfort and groan as Snape hit his prostate. "You were quite a sight, you're mouth around me," Snape whispered into his ear, digging his nails of his left hand into Harry's hip as he thrust harder.
"Oh Merlin!"
"Though," continued Snape, "I do prefer having control over you…under me…writhing…begging for it…"
Snape had stopped and was holding Harry against the desk. Harry turned his head, looking at Snape whose chin was resting on his shoulder. Why wasn't he…? Oh…
"Please," Harry pleaded, feeling somewhere between embarrassed at having to beg or just desperate for Snape to move. "Move…fuck me, Professor…"
He noticed Snape grin before pulling back and pushing back in. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed at the sides of the desk to steady himself, feeling weak in the legs, and moaned loudly, pushing back against Snape's cock, Snape still stroking him.
Harry screamed out-unsure of what he was saying-as he came on the side of Snape's desk and collapsed on top of it as Snape continued fucking him. For another minute he listened to Snape groan and scream out, "Merlin, yes!" until finally he came, collapsing on Harry's back, breathing heavily into Harry's neck. This was when Harry noticed (and he wasn't sure when it happened) they were both completely naked, their clothes folded nicely by the door. Harry smiled to himself, enjoying the feeling of their bare, sweaty skin touching. He felt himself grow hard again and Snape smirked into his shoulder.
"Good Lord, Potter," Snape muttered. "Can't you take a rest?"
But instead of not doing anything, Snape snaked his hand back to Harry's erection and stroked him to his second orgasm, not moving the rest of his body which was still on top of Harry.
"Do try to get into some trouble tomorrow, Potter," Snape said to him as they stood up to clean themselves and get dressed. And Harry grinned mischievously, having no problem with doing so.
TBC
