"If you are suggesting what I think you are suggesting, Mr. Potter, it is incredibly inappropriate," Snape said, laying the papers he had been grading down on the desk in front of him and looking up at Harry.

Harry had come back into Snape's classroom just 20 minutes after his potions class had finished. He had found some hidden courage somewhere deep inside of himself, and decided to confront his professor. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but their games had gone on for long enough. Harry decided that he was determined to find why his professor treated him so much differently than his other students.

"All I'm saying, Professor, is that you treat me much differently than you treat everyone else in class." He took a deep breath. "If you aren't actively ridiculing me, you're avoiding all eye contact with me. You'll walk near me, but you won't look at me unless you're reprimanding me." He paused for a moment and looked Snape dead in the eyes. "I don't think it's out of hatred. I think you're attracted to me and don't want me to notice." Harry folded his arms over his chest and grinned, knowing full well that he had just backed his professor into a corner he would struggle to get out of.

"That's preposterous!" Snape snapped. "I'm looking at you right now, aren't I?" He pushed his hair out of his eyes and glared at the boy. "Haven't you gotten yourself in enough trouble here? Why do you feel the need to start rumors?"

Harry, who had been leaning against the wall beside the door, rounded the desk and stood in front of Snape, just looking at him. Then, he pushed some papers aside on the desk and sat on the edge. Snape appeared frustrated by the way the boy simply pushed his things aside lazily.

"You're right," Harry said, his grin unwavering. "You are looking at me right now." He folded his arms back over his chest. "And you find me attractive, don't you?" His quip was met with no response, and an ever-calm Snape simply ignored him and pulled one of the papers from the stack beside him, resuming his grading as if Harry wasn't sat on his desk.

"I don't have time for this," he muttered under his breath. It made Harry consider giving up on his mission for a moment. Had he misjudged things? Even so, he was determined to get to the bottom of why his professor seemed so irritated with him nearly constantly.

"Right," Harry said. "So if I am wrong, why do you treat me so differently than everyone else?" He remained where he physically was, despite the overwhelming urge to let his anxiety show.

Snape slapped the paper down against the desk once more and looked up at Harry. "Maybe it is because you are so insufferable and you don't know when to stop," he snapped. Harry said nothing, allowing a moment to pass in silence. "Besides," Snape huffed. "Even if I was to be attracted to you, which I assure you I am not, the notion that I would ever act upon it is ridiculous. You are a student."

Harry smiled a bit more. Why would his professor ever say something like that if he wasn't hiding something? He felt like he was close to breaking him. His professor was struggling, once more, to make eye contact with him. He pushed the paper his professor had been grading aside and scooted across the desk so that he was further in front of him and looming over him, legs draping in front of him.

"Fine," Harry said, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess I was wrong." Snape was still scowling at him, but he seemed almost a bit more relieved. "But tell me this," he said. He leaned closer and closer to Snape, whispering more than he was talking. "If you were attracted to me, and I wasn't a student, what would you want to do?"

The professor said nothing. In fact, he hardly moved or breathed at all. He wasn't sure what Harry was doing or what his next move would be.

"I think I know what you would want to do," Harry said. "I think you would have a hard time keeping your hands off me." Harry gently grabbed one of the professor's hands and rested it on his own knee. "I think that the only thing that would stop you from touching me would be the fear that you wouldn't be able to control yourself."

Snape still hadn't moved or said a word, but it was clear that Harry was making things very difficult for him. He swallowed, but his mouth was dry. Much of the color had been drained from his face. He was worried; about what, though, he didn't know.

Harry saw that he was breaking Snape down. The professor had not moved his hand from Harry's knee. Harry gently pushed the other arm off the chair's armrest and rested his feet on them, boxing his professor in between his legs. He leaned in again, putting his nose only inches from his professor's.

"And I think that most of all, you would want to fuck me," Harry said. "And I think it might just surprise you how well received that might be." Harry slowly laid a hand on the professor's chest.

"I suggest you get the hell out of my classroom right now before you say anything else you might regret," Snape snarled at him. He pushed back, making Harry's legs fall to the ground once more.

"I know it's true, Snape. I read what you've written in your journals about me. You find me attractive. You want me." Harry admitted that he had snuck into Snape's quarters one night; an invisibility cloak donned. He'd suspected the professor of being interested in him, but he needed evidence. Plus, above all, he wanted to hear it from the man himself.

"You have no right-" Snape began.

"I don't care. Admit it. I want to hear you say it out loud."

"Physical attraction is one thing, Mr. Potter, but your inability to mind your own business and to keep to yourself is a horrible trait that reminds me of your father, and when I think of your father, I see a self-absorbed whore."

"Don't you fucking dare talk about my father that way. You know nothing about my fucking father," Harry yelled, walking across the classroom and creating some distance between the two of them.

"I know better than to want to be with someone like him!" Snape yelled back.

"I came in here to give you a chance to speak to me," Harry said. "I guess you have made your decision." His voice was getting louder and his face was getting redder. "You are fucking pathetic, you know that? I guess now you can go back to a thousand lonely nights of pitiful masturbation thinking about someone you'll never be with!"

Without missing a beat, Snape came after Harry, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the classroom door. His eyes were full of anger, and he held Harry's throat tightly. "I told you to leave before you said something you would regret. Now look what you've fucking done. You have no right to speak to me that way." With the close proximity of the two, Snape could feel Harry was aroused as his leg brushed up against him. Snape rolled his eyes at the boy he had pinned to the door, gasping for breath.

A devious grin nearly crept onto Snape's face, but he did well in keeping it hidden. Harry couldn't look down much, as his neck was forcibly elongated by his professor's grip. He did, however, hear the sound of some fabric shuffling and the sound of a zipper unzipping. He couldn't ksee, but he could feel that his own clothing was all still fully intact.

"You break into my chambers," Severus began. "You go through my personal belongings, you try to humiliate me, and then you say terrible slanderous things about me. It's about time that someone showed you a lesson, Potter." He forced Harry to look him in his dark eyes.

"Y-yes sir," Harry stuttered, still short of air.

Severus released his grip on Harry's throat and pushed him against his own desk. He roughly bent Harry over the desk, causing his elbows to slam against the worn wood. Without Harry seeing, he had been preparing himself; slowly stroking his dick, which only grew harder as he watched the boy fall victim to his punishment.

Harry tried to push himself up a bit, but Snape grabbed him by the hair and pushed his head back down against the desk. Harry's face was red, both with struggle and frustration. Every time he tried to move, his professor would roughly slam him back down against the desk. Snape was stronger than him by a significant amount. He was helpless.

"I cannot believe your stupidity." The professor said point blank as he reached around Harry's front and ripped open the button to his trousers. "Or your audacity for that matter." He pulled Harry's trousers down below his knees. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

"P-" Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Snape cut it off.

"Shut up! You had your turn to speak. Now it's time for you to listen. Maybe by the time I'm done with you, you'll have learned some form of manners."

Snape wasted no time with gentleness or teasing of any sort. He quickly pulled Harry's white underwear down and dropped it below his knees. The next thing he saw sent him into a laughing fit. "Fucking hell, Potter. You dare to call me pathetic?" Harry felt embarrassment briefly tinge his arousal as his professor found the plug in his ass. Snape grabbed the base of the plug and pulled it out, causing Harry to twitch. He set it on his desk right next to the boy's line of sight. It was not nearly as thick as Snape was, in fact it was quite small. "You're nothing but a pathetic little whore," he spat.

Harry pushed hard against his professor, wanting to argue with him about the descriptors he was now using, but Severus had a hold on both of his arms. He felt a mixture of excitement and nerves pump through his chest.

Snape spat into his hand and rubbed it along the shaft of his dick. He looked at Harry's asshole. eeing it had been stretched by the toy made him let out one last scourning chuckle. He knew it would hurt the boy a bit if he went in straight away, but he knew it would cause no lasting damage. Besides, it was clear that Harry needed to learn some manners, and sometimes lessons require a bit of pain. He spat into his hand one more time and rubbed the saliva around the outside and slightly inside of the hole. That was enough for him.

The professor stroked himself a couple more times, lining himself up with Harry's asshole, and then, slowly at first, pushed fully into him with a groan. Harry let out a roar of pain and pounded the wood beneath him with his fist. He saw stars as Snape was fully inside of him, only regaining some semblance of vision when he heard Snape's balls slap against the skin of Harry's ass. Severus knew it would be kind to give Harry some time to adjust to his size before he began repeatedly thrusting, but he didn't care to be kind at that moment.

The boy was a sight to be seen; pants hanging around his calves, trousers already pooling around his ankles, flush against the wood with Snape's dick breaking him in two. The professor smiled as he looked down at Harry - a beautiful sight to be seen, he thought. He reached down and pushed the boy's jumper up a ways, revealing his pale white skin.

Severus grabbed hold of the boy's sides and slowly started to pull out of him before rapidly reentering him. It caused Harry to scream out once more, wriggling against the desk. The reality was, he wasn't fighting to get away from Severus. He was longing for a way to touch himself; wiggling in search of some friction somewhere - anywhere. The pain from behind him was intense, but it was exactly what he had come in search of. The professor set up a punishing pace of thrusts. The room was silent aside from Snape's groans and he worked hard to fuck the boy, Harry's yells, and the sounds of skin slapping skin.

"I'm still waiting for an apology," Snape huffed, nails digging into Harry's smooth, pale skin as he tried his best to concentrate.

Harry lifted his head and tried to turn back to look at Severus. "No fucking way," he said weakly. With that, Severus immediately grabbed Harry's hair and jolted his head backwards with it. He picked up his pace of thrusts even more, pounding against Harry so hard that it made a thud against the desk each time. Harry could hardly keep his eyes open.

"Fucking shit," Harry cussed under his breath.

"You know you deserve to be punished, right?" Snape asked him. "Your actions were completely inappropriate. I'm being kind today. You're lucky you caught me in a good mood."

Harry had wriggled a hand free and reached it around to stroke himself. "Mhm," he huffed; his breathing heavy as he tried to quickly bring himself over the edge. He couldn't believe the situation he was in. He had never been with a man before this moment, but for some reason he just couldn't resist his professor. Harry found him sexy and mysterious and couldn't help but want to be with him.

"Clearly you do not," Severus said, pulling out of Harry. He flipped the boy around and grabbed the hand that he was using to touch himself. He pinned Harry's arms against the desk again, this time facing him. "You do not get to come until I tell you," he said. "You haven't earned that right yet. Maybe if you're good, I will let you come later." He heard Harry whimper slightly. "Now get on your fucking knees."

Harry got down on his knees on the cold floor. He slowly started to take his professor in his mouth. He struggled to find a rhythm, and his lack of experience was apparent. He tried to slam his dick into the back of his throat, only causing him to gag and leave his professor unsatisfied.

"For christ's sake," Snape whispered. He grabbed Harry by the hair started to violently fuck his mouth. Harry gagged a few times, but it didn't distress him. He couldn't help but feel happy as he looked up and saw Snape enjoying himself.

After a few more minutes, Severus went over the edge and came into Harry's throat. Harry was struggling not to touch himself; his erection aching beyond belief. He was trying to obey what he was told, though.

"P-please, sir," He stuttered out as Severus tucked himself back into his trousers and buttoned them up.

Snape looked down at the boy… well, man with satisfaction. "Have you learned your lesson?" He asked, joining Harry in kneeling on the ground.

"Yes. I never should have gone through your things. I never should have disrespected you, and I never will again. I'm so sorry." Harry's face was flushed and he was biting at his lower lip.

Snape let a smile creep onto his face. He moved his face only inches in front of Harry. "That's more like it. You're a fast learner," he whispered, leaning in and tenderly kissing Harry on the lips. He reached his hand down and started stroking Harry off. The man beneath him was quivering with lust and trying to hold himself back from going over the edge.

"Please professor. I don't think I can hold off any longer. Please let me come," Harry whispered.

"You've earned it," Snape smiled. He stroked faster and learned to kiss Harry again. Then he pulled away and watched him carefully as he made the boy come. Harry's come spilled over his hand, and he groaned loudly. The sight made him smile again.

After he had finished, Harry looked up at Snape and smiled. He pulled him down into a kiss again. "Do you think, maybe, I could see you regularly for extra lessons?" He asked, rubbing Severus' chest with his hand. "I really could use the help."

Snape gently pushed some of Harry's hair behind his ear. "I suppose I can find some time in my schedule. I don't think you're a completely helpless case."