Harry grabbed the invisibility cloak from his trunk before venturing down the spiral staircase.
He weaved his way through the dark castle corridor's before finding himself once again standing in front of Snape's potion store cupboard.
He had come here without thought, his body on autopilot.
Had he truly expected Snape to be here?
He glanced up and down the corridor as though hoping that in the process he would spot the professor.
No such luck.
Harry allowed the invisibility cloak to fall from his body, catching it in his fingers before it would otherwise hit the floor. He clutched the garment in his fingers as he ventured towards the potion's classroom.
The overpowering essence of aniseed, musk and a scent he couldn't quite put his finger on wafted into his nostrils without his permission.
Though he hardly minded as he pressed his fingers against the wooden door before gently pushing it open.
Moonlight purveyed the room in its iridescent grandeur, giving the classroom an otherworldly vibe. It felt abandoned, he felt as though he were standing in a graveyard at midnight rather than a classroom that he frequented every other day.
"Mr Potter." A familiar voice greeted him from across the room.
Harry jumped before turning to face the source of the voice.
"P-professor." The younger wizard stuttered, surprised to both find the man he had been looking for, but also that he was still awake.
Did the man ever sleep?
"What are you doing out of bed?" Snape raised an eyebrow, though he seemed more curious than angry as he stood from behind his desk.
"I-I couldn't sleep." Harry stuttered at his own pathetic words. Perhaps he should explain why he couldn't sleep. Though he suspected Snape already knew why.
Snape eyed him carefully, as though attempting to discern whether the boy was telling the truth.
"I see."
"I was wondering if I could have another piece of that root you gave me."
"Why?"
"It makes me forget about everything; it calms my body."
"Are you so sure those feelings can be attributed to the root I gave you?"
"What do you mean?"
Snape stepped out from behind his desk, pacing slowly toward the younger wizard.
"You must know Mr Potter, that there are other ways to calm the turmoil of the soul."
Harry's eyes narrowed as though Snape had given him a difficult maths problem to solve.
"Allow me." Snape stated as he pressed himself against Harry's body.
Maybe the professor was right, perhaps the root had very little to do with soothing his soul after all.
Moonlight shone through the window, illuminating the older wizard's face, the deep wrinkles etched on his face, his deep, dark eyes that seemed to hold a world of mystery within them.
Harry closed his eyes, his body giving off a shudder as Snape's warm breath danced across his neck.
However, the warmth offered by the man was soon replaced with a cool breeze, one that seemed to radiate across his entire body.
Harry's eyes bolted open before glancing down at his body. He gasped as he suddenly realised that he was completely naked.
"W-what, why am I-?"
"Shh," Snape hushed the younger wizard as he grasped the boy's cheeks in his palms before drawing his gaze upwards.
Harry felt his heart pound in his chest, he should feel terrified.
No.
Mortified.
Except it seemed the overriding sensation that has seized his body was in fact arousal.
"What did you do with my clothes?" Harry's voice faltered; he wasn't sure what he was more afraid of, asking the question or receiving it's answer.
"You won't be needing your clothes." Snape assured him as he slid his fingers down Harry's bare chest.
Harry shuddered, his nipples growing suddenly hard as his heart pounded in his chest.
"Punish me." Harry whispered as Snape sunk his fingers into the boy's hips.
"With pleasure." Snape smirked before whisking the wand from within his robes. A flick later Harry felt a tightness enclose around his neck. He instinctively grasped at the collar that had materialised around his windpipe.
What was this?
"Get on your knees Mr Potter."
Harry obeyed without question as he felt his knees collide with the floor of the potion's classroom.
He gazed up at Snape.
He needed this.
He needed to hurt.
"Do it." Harry begged, his fingers still clutching at the collar around his neck. With a flick of Snape's wand, the boy's arms flew behind his back, his wrists fixed securely together as a blindfold secured itself over his eyes.
He needed this.
He deserved this.
No.
He deserved worse than this.
"What do you want me to do Mr Potter?" Snape drawled, his voice verging on taunting as he circled the younger wizard.
"I want you to hurt me." Harry whispered, as though the words leaving his lips had consumed all of his effort.
Snape withdrew his wand once more before crouching down behind the boy. The professor traced the tip of his wand down the young wizard's back, tearing open the flesh as it touched it. Blood spilled out from the wounds, yet with it, Harry felt an ounce of the heaviness that had been plaguing his heart lift.
Snape had expelled it.
Harry flinched as another slice tore across his back, a warm trickle of blood poured down his spine. It seemed to trace every curve of muscle and bone along his back until finally pooling at the cleft of his buttocks.
Snape seemed to hesitate as the blood began to funnel between the boy's cheeks before dripping onto the floor.
"More, please." Harry pleaded, his breathing shallower but more frequent.
"That's enough." Snape whispered as he leaned in closer to the boy's bare back.
Harry opened his eyes, though he was instantly reminded that there was no point to his actions. His blindfold obscured his surroundings.
Harry shuddered as something both wet and warm ran across his incision.
"W-what are you-" Harry began but was quickly silenced by Snape's index finger at his lips.
Snape drew his lips to the boy's torn flesh, seeming to savour the moment as he ran his tongue along the second and largest slash.
"You taste, delicious." Snape whispered, collecting a trail of blood with his tongue, relishing the taste of the boy in his mouth.
A flurry of tingling seemed to gather in Harry's body before traversing steadily south.
What was wrong with him?
He had a hard time accepting that he had made out with Snape earlier today, how was he supposed to accept this?
Was this even real?
Perhaps it was another dream.
No.
The dreams he had these days would never involve this.
The only emotions they would invoke were negative ones.
Harry shuddered as the tingling reached his groin, prompting his cock into a state of extreme wakefulness.
There was no way Snape was not going to notice this.
"Very good." Snape whispered as he slid his arm around the boy's waist. He didn't cease his explorations until he had reached the younger wizard's groin. He wasted no time as he encircled the boy's penis with his fingers.
"N-no." Harry whimpered, his words seeming to go against everything his body was craving.
"I promise you will enjoy this." Snape whispered; his words wet against the younger wizards ear.
"N-no, I don't deserve this." Harry's voice began to shake as the all too familiar tightness returned to his heart, strangling it. His throat began to grow sore as a tautness began to encircle it, seizing it with a suffocating hold. He was on the verge of tears and he knew it.
Gods he hated this feeling.
"Harry." Snape whispered as he whisked the blindfold from the boy's eyes.
It felt strange to hear his name dance off the professor's lips. His name, sung in that distinctive drawl that he had spent so many years despising.
"It wasn't your fault."
Harry opened his lips to argue the same point that had been swirling around in his head for far too long.
Yet it still wasn't long enough.
He deserved more punishment; he needed the pain to disperse from his heart, he needed the aching to stop.
This was the only way.
"Please hurt me more." Harry whimpered as a tear fell from his eyes, it sparkled as though it were a diamond before crashing against the stone floor beneath him.