Rating: R
Genre: General
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. I don't own anything. I don't
even own myself - as I'm a minor I belong to my parents.
Notes: ONLY READ THIS IF YOU ARE A SICK SICK SICK PERSON. Thanks. Flames?
Yes, please.
It all started with a dream - chap 1 ( Harry's POV)
The class was silent except for the potion master, who was giving instructions for the homework assignment. His talking was just background noise. This lesson was almost over, and even the Slytherins were constantly glancing at their watches. Minutes passed by so damn slowly during potions. Hermione was looking attentively at Snape, and would take notes on everything he said. Malfoy was grinning and muttering something to Crabbe. Ron was scribbling on the back cover of his potions book.
And Harry was trying to make it through another potions lesson.
Suddenly the pencil that lay on his desk became extremely interesting. The pencil Hermione gave him for Christmas last year, together with a His shaky hands gripped tightly to it, and his nails were almost digging into the wood. And he played with it, his eyes not resting for one single moment, and one would think he was trying to move or bend it with concentration. His fingers moved swiftly and the pencil danced on his hands. He smiled. He looked at Snape. He looked at his pencil.
"Snape. did that man have a sexual life?" Harry thought, smiling "Maybe he was married, who knows? Nah, that wouldn't be possible, because everyone would know if he was. Maybe Snape didn't like sex. Maybe.. maybe he was gay. heh - maybe he was impotent.? Snape's penis. Was it big? Hell, it must be huge" without noticing, Harry stared at Snape's crotch. He looked at his pencil. He looked at Snape.
Still looking at the teacher's crotch, Harry brought his pencil towards his mouth and licked it. Eyes closed, his tongue touched the cold tip of the graffiti, and slithered to lick the wood. The boy moistened his lips and sucked Snape's cock. He could hear him moaning with pleasure. Both hands clutching his pencil tight, Harry licked it back and forth, his tongue now sore due to the rough wood that he tasted. Kissing Snape's penis gently, Harry quickly picked up a pen that lay on the table and sucked it. He could vaguely hear Snape screaming with delight. He dropped the pencil on the floor and moved over to the pen. He placed it between his lips and sucked the tip of the teacher's cock. Harry sucked vigorously, and his potion master came on his throat. Still with his eyes closed passionately, Harry licked the fluid that was dripping from the edge of his lips.
The perverted grin that lay on his face faded. His face wrinkled and squinted; the liquid tasted like detergent, the strong taste and the smell burning his nostrils and throat. It glued to the inner part of his cheeks, while the boy tried to spit it out, he cried and placed two fingers inside his mouth to remove the viscid fluid, but it just wouldn't come out.
He shook his head, as if to bring his ideas back to their usual places, his mind back to reality. Looking around, he saw the eager faces of her fellow students and teacher. The Slytherins were roaring with laughter and so were some of the Gryffindors. Shame. The boy-who-lived sucking his writing utensils during potions? Harry breathed deeply and picked up his pencil from the floor. Black ink dripped from his mouth, the boy placed his hand below his chin trying to stop the ink hitting the polished marble which made up the potion classes' floor. Snape stared awestruck. His surprised face turned to a grin. An evil grin indeed.
While Harry struggled to remove the ink from his mouth, he heard the potion master say: "Class dismissed. Mr Potter - you stay."
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Author's note: I'm planning to continue this, and I have the second chapter almost ready (snape's POV) - and I'm going to post it sometime next week. If you have any ideas, please please please share them!
R&R!
It all started with a dream - chap 1 ( Harry's POV)
The class was silent except for the potion master, who was giving instructions for the homework assignment. His talking was just background noise. This lesson was almost over, and even the Slytherins were constantly glancing at their watches. Minutes passed by so damn slowly during potions. Hermione was looking attentively at Snape, and would take notes on everything he said. Malfoy was grinning and muttering something to Crabbe. Ron was scribbling on the back cover of his potions book.
And Harry was trying to make it through another potions lesson.
Suddenly the pencil that lay on his desk became extremely interesting. The pencil Hermione gave him for Christmas last year, together with a His shaky hands gripped tightly to it, and his nails were almost digging into the wood. And he played with it, his eyes not resting for one single moment, and one would think he was trying to move or bend it with concentration. His fingers moved swiftly and the pencil danced on his hands. He smiled. He looked at Snape. He looked at his pencil.
"Snape. did that man have a sexual life?" Harry thought, smiling "Maybe he was married, who knows? Nah, that wouldn't be possible, because everyone would know if he was. Maybe Snape didn't like sex. Maybe.. maybe he was gay. heh - maybe he was impotent.? Snape's penis. Was it big? Hell, it must be huge" without noticing, Harry stared at Snape's crotch. He looked at his pencil. He looked at Snape.
Still looking at the teacher's crotch, Harry brought his pencil towards his mouth and licked it. Eyes closed, his tongue touched the cold tip of the graffiti, and slithered to lick the wood. The boy moistened his lips and sucked Snape's cock. He could hear him moaning with pleasure. Both hands clutching his pencil tight, Harry licked it back and forth, his tongue now sore due to the rough wood that he tasted. Kissing Snape's penis gently, Harry quickly picked up a pen that lay on the table and sucked it. He could vaguely hear Snape screaming with delight. He dropped the pencil on the floor and moved over to the pen. He placed it between his lips and sucked the tip of the teacher's cock. Harry sucked vigorously, and his potion master came on his throat. Still with his eyes closed passionately, Harry licked the fluid that was dripping from the edge of his lips.
The perverted grin that lay on his face faded. His face wrinkled and squinted; the liquid tasted like detergent, the strong taste and the smell burning his nostrils and throat. It glued to the inner part of his cheeks, while the boy tried to spit it out, he cried and placed two fingers inside his mouth to remove the viscid fluid, but it just wouldn't come out.
He shook his head, as if to bring his ideas back to their usual places, his mind back to reality. Looking around, he saw the eager faces of her fellow students and teacher. The Slytherins were roaring with laughter and so were some of the Gryffindors. Shame. The boy-who-lived sucking his writing utensils during potions? Harry breathed deeply and picked up his pencil from the floor. Black ink dripped from his mouth, the boy placed his hand below his chin trying to stop the ink hitting the polished marble which made up the potion classes' floor. Snape stared awestruck. His surprised face turned to a grin. An evil grin indeed.
While Harry struggled to remove the ink from his mouth, he heard the potion master say: "Class dismissed. Mr Potter - you stay."
**
Author's note: I'm planning to continue this, and I have the second chapter almost ready (snape's POV) - and I'm going to post it sometime next week. If you have any ideas, please please please share them!
R&R!