The Detention Club

Chapter Twenty:

Pressing his head against the cool glass of the mirror, Snape slowly took in deep breaths, grasping the sink in front of him for support. His head was throbbing, heart racing in his chest…Trying hard to calm down and to force his thoughts to become clear and decipherable. He heard the door open and closed, but didn't bother looking at his chaperon. He took in another deep breath, feeling his pulse slow down and the throbbing in his head begin to fade somewhat.

That bastard was lying…They didn't even bother administering Verataserum. He did not rape Jonathan Tribbiani. He did not rape Jonathan Tribbiani.

But how could he know that? He'd been forced to do some amazingly horrible things in his past. Under the Imperius and on his own free will…But he couldn't…He couldn't have possibly raped a student.

"Snape?"

Snape's eyes flew open, raising his head slightly from the mirror. He stared at his reflection…Pale face, red eyes…and Harry Potter standing right behind him, looking slightly worried and with his hand resting over his stomach.

He hadn't raped Potter…No one could convince him of that, though. Who had kissed who first? Who had pulled whose body closer first? Snape glared at the boy…

"I know you didn't rape that man," Harry said, resting his hand on top of his. "They're lying…"

Snape glared at his reflection. No, he didn't. He would have remembered. But they had no proof that he didn't. No one would listen to him. They all wanted to see him locked away, destroyed by Dementors. He couldn't blame them, though, could he?

"What's wrong? Tell me!"

Snape spun around and glared at the boy again. So nosey…Too curious for his own good.

"Please? I love you!"

"Stop saying that!" Snape shouted. "Just stop it!"

Harry stepped back, stunned by this outburst.

"Do you want to know why?" Snape hissed, clenching his fist and slowly approaching Harry, backing the boy up against one of the stalls. "Why I know you're lying? Why…why I left the trial?"

Harry nodded, standing straighter, remembering his Gryffindor bravery…Silly, insolent boy.

"Nathaniel Fudge," Snape said, moving to stand beside Harry, leaning back against one of the stalls. Harry leaned on his side, staring at Snape as he spoke. Snape didn't dare to look back it him, instead looking at their reflections in the mirror. He wasn't quite sure why he was telling him this, but now that he had started, he found he couldn't stop. He didn't want to. He'd never told anyone this story, and it finally had to come out.

"Nathaniel Fudge," Snape began, "is Cornelius Fudge's only son. We went to school together. He was a Ravenclaw…And I was in love with him. I loved him at a time when I had no one else. My friends were all following Voldemort and they were pressuring me to do the same. Your mother was no longer my friend…After what I had done to her and who my friends were. My father hated me and my mother didn't have the strength to take care of me. All I had was Nathaniel.

"In our seventh year, Nathaniel became pregnant. I guess someone gave him the potion as a joke or something, but he was pregnant. We were scared, but I thought we could do it…together. Something silly like that. That's what I told him.

"Then he had the abortion. I figured it was for the best. We were seventeen…What could we do with a baby? What would our parents say? But then the knowledge of the abortion leaked out to the Prophet…Somehow, they knew I was the father…

"Nathaniel didn't love me…He was ashamed of being my lover. He told everyone I raped him and was a Death Eater and that he had been afraid of having a child with a Death Eater. I didn't join Voldemort until…after…"

Snape shook his head at the painful memory, feeling his heart aching as he told the story. But it didn't show. He didn't allow for ridiculous shows of emotion…

Arms snaked around his body in a show of comfort and he didn't have the strength to shake them off.

"Love is a terrible, terrible thing," Snape continued. "It only brings pain…And there is enough pain in the world…why add to it?"

"I. Love. You," Harry whispered into his ear. Snape closed his eyes and shook his head. "I do. I swear I do! I don't know why, but I do! I love you, I love you, I love you…"

Snape turned his head and glared at the boy. He had a determined look in those bright green eyes…determined to convince him it was true.

"Don't," he said.

"I love you."

Snape kissed him. He kissed him hard and needy…The story had left him too weak to argue against it. Maybe Harry wasn't such a liar. He wasn't sure why, but the brat did love him. He wasn't, however, going to return the statement…He wasn't going to lie and lead the brat on.

The two slowly lowered themselves to the ground, still connected at the mouth. Snape ran his hands up and down the boy's thighs…

One last time. He would be found guilty and end up in Azkaban for the rest of his life, never seeing the boy again or his child, for that matter. One last time…No use in hiding it when everyone knew the truth.

There was a loud banging on the door.

"Come on, Snape! You've had enough time in there!" barked the auror.

The two groaned.

"I should have Stunned him," muttered Harry, pulling away from Snape and standing up.

"How did you manage to get in?" Snape asked, pulling himself up, dusting off his robes.

"Snuck around when he was flirting with some witch," Harry said shrugging. "I decided it was safer sneaking in than Stunning an auror. Just make sure you take another bathroom break later."

Snape nodded, willing away his erection before leaving the restroom with Harry following him and his chaperon.

Back to the trail…

TBC

A/N Also, if you enjoy reading this story and if you are looking for other good snarries to read, please go to and read "The Sins of a Father" by bunnyboiler (apparently, I'm running promotion for this as well...) It was written by my friend and I am beta reading it...She has completed the entire thing, but only posts whenever I'm done beta-reading each chapter, and since I'm getting a lot done she might only update when she's pleased with her reviews...but anyway, I would be so grateful if you not only reviewed my story, but take a look at hers as well. Thanks so much...

-Kirra