Harry Potter sighed. It was a sunny afternoon outside, but he was stuck in a boring Potions lesson. The only thing which was stopping him from falling asleep was his teacher, Severus Snape.

"Potter, you are an imbecile!" Snape snarled, "Why can't you do anything right?"

Harry felt himself flush a brilliant rad, which was only made worse by the summer sun shining through the sheer bay windows.

Harry gulped as he felt a familiar tightening in his groin. God Snape was hot. Harry restrained himself from taking his teacher then and there.

"Honestly, I could get a trained monkey to do this better than you!" Severus sneered.

Harry snapped like a rubber band. Harry reached out and grabbed Snape, lowering him into a dip.

"What the hell are you doing Potter?" Snape screamed.
"Teaching you a lesson," Harry sneered.
"Detention Potter," Snape moaned. Harry felt his heart race at the thought of an evening alone with that man.

"Fine," Harry said, trying to sound surly.

"See me after class," Snape said, "there'll be no Quidditch for you today."

Harry glared at the teacher, and almost creamed his pants as he saw Snape's cold glare.

"Let me go," Snape said softly.
Harry gave a lusty sigh and dropped Snape on the ground forcefully. Snape landed with a thump and a groan.

That was the final straw. Harry knew the entire class was watching, with looks of disgust etched on their faces, but it was too much. Snape's prone body called for Harry to fondle it. He launched himself at Snape and tore frantically at the loose black clothing.

Harry could tell Snape was turned on. It felt like there was a huge, cock-shaped boulder in his pants. Snape let out a groan as Harry removed his clothes with a simple charm, leaving him in all his naked glory.

By now the majority of the class was unable to turn their gaze from the couple. They all had their hands down their pants, their eyes following Harry and Snape's every move.

The entire class moaned in sync with Harry and Severus, as both men reached their climax while frantically thrusting against each other. The entire class exploded, with a bang.

"Jesus Christ," Snape muttered as he surveyed the semen-covered classroom, "I don't think there's a potion in the world that'll clean up this mess."