Harry's Ticklish Nightmare Detention
Summary: Harry has to endure a detention…with some interesting consequences
Disclaimer: Don't own
AN: a oneshot request
Harry Potter didn't know what was going on anymore as he was walking back inside from a late night Quidditch practice that Ron had said they 'needed to do' though Harry himself was the captain.
It felt like the entire team had munity over who should be captain as Harry said they did well; it wasn't good enough in their professional opinion.
The fact that all of them wanted to follow Ron's lead made him furious. He could understand Ginny wanting to follow him-that is her big brother-but the fact that Cormac McLaggen of all people decided to follow his lead made the fury in him grow.
"If you all are wanting to practice in the rain and catch a cold go ahead," he called. "It just means that I'm not going to use you all if you get sick."
"We won't get sick," Ginny sneered. The two fourth years Mark and Tim Roberts nodded while the other fifth year girl Vanessa Burns smirked at him.
"We are going to be better than the other teams," Vanessa told him with a cold smirk.
"We are going to prove that we are going to be better than all of them," Ron rallied. "Let's get back to practicing!"
He didn't even care to see what time it was that he was coming inside-he had sent Hedwig to Professor McGonagall to tell her what had happened. He hoped that she wouldn't be furious with him trudging in drenched from the rain that was pouring down.
He was also hoping that Filch wouldn't be mad at him for dragging mud in.
He managed to push open the door only for something to be blown in his face and he fell backwards.
Severus Snape smirked to himself as he carried the unconscious boy in his arms and once he reached his lab he made sure that none of the Headmaster's portrait spies were in there. Feeling satisfied he stripped Harry of his soaked Quidditch gear, leaving him in an undershirt, boxers and socks.
He had to stop Filch from demanding the boy be strung up-which made some lustful thoughts flash through Snape's mind about tying the boy up and teasing him to the point that he came.
He did tell Filch that he would take care of it and while Filch nodded with a nasty grin, Snape had a smirk on his face.
A flick of his wand tied the boy to a chair while another flick had his gear drying.
Harry opened his eyes and as he looked around, realizing that he was tied up. Looking down he noticed that he was in his boxers, undershirt and socks while his Quidditch gear was drying.
That was when he saw where he was-Snape's Lab.
Taking a breath, he looked to see Snape looking at him like he was planning on what to do. Gulping, he wriggled a bit to get out of his bindings but that was a mistake as Snape tossed a spell at him.
Harry's body was convulsing from the laughter due to the spell and as he managed to stop he looked at Snape in shock.
"Did you just tickle me with a spell?" He asked in a rage and Snape shrugged. "I don't need this!" He tried to get out when Snape flicked his wrist to have the boy unbound and in his arms, across his lap.
Severus was smirking as he started to tickle and tease the boy who was gasping and panting, causing the man to grin wickedly before nipping at Harry's pulse point.
The boy nearly came while on his lap.
Harry was in a dangerous position as he was sprawled across Snapebat's lap where the slight touches and the nip nearly caused him to explode in a kaleidoscope of colors.
He hadn't told anyone about the fantasies about Snape Harry would have every night. It would start the same-he would be tied up and suddenly tickled with a feather and fingers on his side before he would beg for release.
By the time he would feel the relief new waves of pleasure would crash into him.
If this was Snape's version of torture then it was something that Harry can deal with.
Hermione was waiting for Harry when Ron appeared with a glower on his face.
"Hermione he's a big boy and can get here when he wants," Ron told her. "You don't need to wait up for him." He was still sore that she turned him down and had never made her forget that he would be the best she could get.
She glared at him. Her relationship with Ron was mostly…volatile. He had tried getting her to go out with him but she turned him down many times.
He didn't need to know that she was secretly dating someone else and had never felt so special and sated with her new love.
Only Harry knew about her and Parvati and for the moment, which was fine. He had swore to keep their secret and a part of her was thrilled with that.
She had wanted to come out but it wasn't time yet.
"He could be at the hospital wing with a cold thanks to you jerk," she snarled. "I want to make sure that he's well."
As she stormed into her dorm, she went into her bed when a warm body curled into her and she smiled, letting her anger melt away with Parvati just cuddling her.
The boy in question was gasping and laughing as tears were falling from his eyes, writhing thanks to Snape's fingers that were on his sides. Snape had also placed a tickling belt on him.
"Just tell me what you want," Harry managed to get out. "Please just tell me what you want!"
Snape ended up whispering, "you," which caused Harry to stiffen only to loosen up as Snape's fingers trailed his spine.
Harry had looked around and as he turned back to Snape's face, he saw that the man had a look of desire filling them.
"How long?" Harry whispered.
"A couple of years now," Snape breathed against his neck. "How long have you wanted this?" To emphasize his intentions he ran a finger down Harry's cheek.
Harry wanted to believe him but he couldn't. He couldn't with how the man treated him.
Though he couldn't stop laughing he did manage to laugh out, "HAHAHAHAHA LIAR HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Snape squeezed his thigh and Harry let out a laughing whimpered moan.
"I'm not lying imp," Snape purred. "Would you like to go into my memories and see how long I've wanted you? How long I've lusted for you?"
Harry nodded with flushed cheeks due to laughter and embarrassment he was feeling.
Snape had Harry sitting up right on a desk and stood up himself. Wiping his hands on his pants he moved around to get a pensieve and had Harry go in.
The moment Harry was in Snape's first memory-it was of when he was fourteen and dancing with Parvati Patil. He saw the way Snape's eyes trailed his figure with each move and his eyes were narrowed at Parvati.
It was like the man wanted to kill her with the narrowed gaze.
If only Snape knew that Parvati only asked him because whom she wanted to go with had been taken…until recently.
He had caught Hermione and Parvati in the library-in a section where no one really goes to-kissing. The bushy haired brunette had Parvati on her lap, her fingers going through her hair.
He promised both of them that he would keep their secret until they were ready to come out.
He had seen him looking at him as he was in the air, playing Quidditch and the man was watching his form.
The memory changed to him being tickled by Fred and George just last year and he saw how tense and angry he was.
He wasn't sure how long Harry had been in his memories as he was grading papers only to stop as Harry's voice trailed over to him.
"I've wanted many things with you for a couple of months." Snape stopped grading and turned to look at the boy who was still in his boxers, undershirt and socks.
"Are you sure about that?" Snape could tell that Harry was hiding something. He stood up and made his way over to him, tickling his sides and as he placed his nose on Harry's collarbone, he ended up breathing, "how long my little imp?"
"Months," Harry ended up breathing. "Many months." Snape grinned and as he nipped Harry's collarbone, Harry felt a wave crash into him. The boy was flushing along his body and Snape smiled.
"Mind telling me what you were doing coming in late and dripping with rainwater?" He asked and Harry smirked.
"Gryffindor's first line decided to mutinied against me," Harry told him as he wiggled on his lap and smirked as the man let out a whimpered moan. "So I told McGonagall and am having them benched. There's going to be a new lineup tomorrow."
Severus was whimpering before he grinned and changed their positions-him on top of his little imp.
"So you decided to embrace your inner Slytherin," Severus mused before nibbling his earlobe. "Devious."
Harry moaned in pleasure, whimpering in need and Severus grinned against his neck.
"In private call me Severus but with everyone else my little imp…call me professor," he was grinning as he felt Harry shiver in delight. "My little imp."
"Always your little imp," Harry got out before moaning, "please!"
To prove that Harry was his, he had the boy writhing underneath him as he had him on his desk and he was straddling the boy's lap, placing kisses along his collarbone going to the hollow of his neck.
Harry rolled his eyes into the back of his head and felt himself melt against Severus as though he were boneless. He had been under the most delicious tickle torture to the point that he felt himself go unconscious as numerous waves of pleasure crashed into him, causing him to explode in Technicolor.
He wasn't sure if he had stopped but he was happy.
He could feel Severus using a spell on his toes but he wasn't sure what it was except that he was still feeling pleasure upon pleasure going through his veins.
Sometime later after Harry regained consciousness the boy in question was panting as he was slumped against Severus' chest, his glasses askew when Severus was tickling his sides and Harry was wiggling on his lap.
"Don't…stop…" Harry panted in laughter as he enjoyed being tickled as well as teased the way Severus had been teasing him though when the man stopped, Harry looked at him. "What are you doing?" Harry didn't want to whine but the whine did come out.
He had never felt such pleasure in his life and he wanted-no, needed more of it.
Severus placed him on the table and smirked as he saw the way Harry looked at the moment-rumpled and a bit messy.
"You should start cleaning up and getting ready and then go off to your dorm but for the rest of the year…detention with me." Harry shivered and he felt himself gulping, as he understood what Severus wanted.
Severus wanted him, every single night, during detention for the rest of the year and probably the next year.
He was going to be enjoying detention nowadays with Snape and hopefully never stopping them. He had started to clean himself up and as he looked at his face-flushed and his eyes bright-he couldn't stop the smile from coming off his face.
The moment he was done cleaning himself up, he started to get his dried Gryffindor Quidditch gear on which was a bit of a chore as he was feeling boneless.
Harry just wondered how the summer would be without this kind of pleasurable torture?