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Previous: He pressed start. …
Nothing happened.
Harry waited. Still not doing anything… Did it need electricity? He didn't think so… But then again, it was a muggle Thing…
He pressed Start again and waited once more. Why is it not doing anything! I need something to happen!
For once in his life his inner voice was silent. Then it spoke.
Look at the vibrator… Scary cat.
Oh, very mature. And how can I look at the –vibrator–? It's inside me!
Take it out and then look at it. You're not afraid you wont be able to get it back out, are you?
Harry would never truly understand how a voice made by him could insult himself… Anyway, back to the issue at hand... er… ass…
Getting it out enough to grab hold of it by pulling the wire, he took it out. It didn't hurt nearly as much getting it in did, but the aching increased ten times and he felt empty and opened.
Since he couldn't quite classify this new feeling Harry just ignored it and 'studied' the vibrator instead. At first glance, he knew what the Start button did.
The silver lines all around it were now glowing red, a red lube sort of appearing out of the lines.
I think you were supposed to press Start before anything else.
Oh…
Spreading the new lube around the vibrator in an even thicker layer he positioned the vibrator at his entranced again and pushed it in. This time hardly any resistant met him. It felt like it belonged there and the "emptiness" in his but was filled.
Since the vibrator was covered in more lube now it was slippery and more difficult to keep from sliding out. Harry flexed his but muscles, but nothing except holding it there would work.
If it was only a bit bigger...
His arms were still tired and his back still uncomfortable in his sitting/laying position. Maybe if he sat up it would be easier?
Coming to the conclusion that it had to be considering that anything would be better than this, he tried sitting up.
This feels okay…
The only problem changing positions had done was push the Thing deeper and that wasn't exactly a problem, Harry thought. It could go even deeper than before because of the new lube and Harry could feel it almost nibbling (or as close to 'nibbling' a vibrator can get) his 'joy-spot', as he had come to call it.
Suddenly there was a great bang filling the room. Harry grabbed a pillow to cover himself as the curtains around his bed were pulled aside. Panting, blushing and trying desperately to cover all of his private area, Harry looked up just to come face to face with his potion master.
(-Could stop here, but that would not only be very short but also get many of you very angry with me and we don't want that now, do we? -Grins innocently--)
The moment that followed should be, in Harry's mind, in that Muggle book Guinness Record Book as one of the most tense and unpleasant moments in history, beating everything else by far.
Then, Snape smirked.
(-Should I stop…? –Stops kidding around with the stopping joke-)
"Well, Mister Potter, I was beginning to wonder." Snape said.
Harry suppressed the urge to throw himself under the covers that he was currently sitting on. "'Wonder', sir?"
"I was just asking myself, on the way up here, what exactly would be important enough to skip detention for. Well, now I understand."
Realising hit Harry hard and he quickly looked at the clock on his night-table. 18.28 pm, almost half an hour since he should have been in his detention. "Oh. Oh, shit."
Snape's smirk had turned into an evil smile as he walked around the bed watching Harry. Feeling self-conscious about his body, Harry tried to cover all the important parts with another pillow.
"Mister Potter, since you obviously seem to think certain things are more pressing than fulfilling a punishment, perhaps I should tell Dumbledore about what his Golden toy does with his free time?"
Harry paled at the thought of Dumbledore finding out about… this… and ignoring the insult he did the only thing he could think of, he pleaded.
"Please, sir. I promise it won't happen again! I-I lost track of time. I'm sure you understand that, right? I'll do another detention, I'll do two! Just please, don't tell Dumbledore! Please don't tell anyone!" Harry didn't even dare to think what Ron would say if he found out that his best friend had been found by Snape, of all people, in his bed masturbating with a Thing up his ass!
Oh, gods! Please don't let Snape see the vibrator!
"Do you really think I will let this behaviour go unpunished, Potter?" Snape almost spat the name. "You'll soon learn how I punish those few that dare to –not show up-. Stand up!"
At first Harry thought he had heard wrong. Then his eyes widened and he felt his entire body go numb.
"S-sir. I… can't. Please don't make me, please."
Snape's smile grew even bigger at his begging. "Mister Potter, you have wasted my time long enough already, don't make me lose my patients. Stand up or I swear I will make you!"
Harry swallowed the lump in his throat threatening to break loose at any moment and moved to the side of the bed. It felt weird, moving while something was inside of him. If it wasn't for Snape watching him he would almost have enjoyed it.
Hiding the remote under a pillow he stood, facing Snape and clenching the two pillows protective over his (still very hard) privates. No way was he letting Snape see him naked. No way.
"Drop the pillows, Mister Potter." Harry made a mental note to tell Ron that Snape really could read minds.
"No."
"What?" Snape didn't seem so surprised, though.
"No. I won't drop them. Sir." He added as an afterthought.
"Yes, you will. Do I have to remind you who's in control here?" If someone like Snape could smile sugar sweat then surely that was what Snape was doing now.
Harry shook his head. No. No way.
Oh, just drop them. You heard the man, "Drop them, or I will take them."
He didn't say that!
Well, he almost did, anyway. You know you have to drop them no matter what. Maybe he wont noticed it?
Oh, yeah. Like Professor-I-notice-if-you-have-a-sock-curled-and-take-away-points-for-it-Snape won't notice a wire coming out of my ass!
Well, if you don't drop them you won't ever find out and therefore can't win this little 'argument', will you?
You're on his side!
I'm your inner voice. A part of you, therefore you could almost say I am you, although I am smarter and defiantly more mature, but even so.
'More mature'!
Ssh! I was talking. Where was I? Oh, yeah; Smarter and more mature, but even so I am a part of you. So if I am on his side, you are on his side and therefore want to drop the pillows. Am I right?
…Shut up.
Snape was still watching him, waiting.
"I'm… But… Why?"
"Mister Potter, do I have to remind you that you are in detention?" Snape was avoiding his question. Harry wasn't stupid enough to not realise that.
"Sir, I really would prefer to be dressed during, er, punishment."
"Well, Mister Potter. You can't. That's what punishment is, not getting what you want, now strip!"
Not daring to further test Snape's patience, Harry, very reluctantly, dropped the pillows.
The room was warm, but Harry still felt cold. It was probably mostly because of the unfamiliar feeling of standing naked in a room that caused the chills now running up and down his spine. Harry wasn't really paying enough attention to that to classify it. Right now his concern laid in hiding his bum from Snape's view. To do so he would, of course, have to show his front. So Harry, still reluctant and clenching his privates with both hands to hide them from the dark eyes of his potions Master, he stood tall and looked into said eyes.
If Snape had looked amused before it was nothing to how he looked now. His shoulders were shaking slightly with suppressed laughter. Snape's mouth had formed into a tight line that would put even Professor McGonagall to shame and his eyes were even darker than usual.
Harry's entire body shook when a particularly strong shiver ran up from his toes to what felt like the tips of his tussled hair.
"Now, now, Mister Potter." Even his voice was darker than normal. "Don't be shy."
Harry couldn't believe what he heard. He almost didn't want to believe that he was standing in his dormitory, completely in the nude with Snape watching him, not to mention the Thing!
Speaking of which, it had only slipped out a bit when Harry got up from the bed. A quick clinch of his but muscles had taken care of that problem and it had stayed in him, but now it was slipping. Gravity was claiming it and now matter what Harry did with his muscles it wouldn't stay in.
Franticly trying to, he didn't even notice the sounds he was making. Grunts and moans as he pushed and shifted from pose to another equally uncomfortable pose.
Harry think he might have been doing this for just a few seconds before Snape said anything, but he couldn't be sure. It could have been minutes, he was too wrapped up in the matters at hand, or more accurate to this situation, arse.
"What, pray tell, are you doing, Mister Potter?" Harry stopped shifting immediately. Looking up and meeting those darker than darkness eyes he felt… scared.
He was uncomfortably, naked, together with a man he had hated for several years before getting all lusty over said man and now… now he was going to be humiliated.
Stop being such a little wimp, wimp!
I'm not a wimp. I just… I don't want him to think I'm stupid or something.
Like he doesn't already. You're acting like a cross between a cat in heat and a pregnant lady! One minute you're humping a sex toy and the other you're crying over your mean old Potion Master.
"Thinking it over are we, Mister Potter?" Snape were just playing games with him. At least that's what it felt like to Harry.
"I don't…" Harry started with a weak voice.
"You don't what, Mister Potter?"
Harry shook his head, finding it too difficult to answer with what felt like a lump in his throat. His eyes were filled with tears that just begged him to let them fall and his chest hurt.
In short; Harry felt a little below what Ron would describe as 'shit'.
"I- I can't, Sir. Please, just let me go. I'll serve detention another night. Just please…" Harry begged. He didn't think he could take anymore of this teasing.
"No. I don't think I can let you do that, Mister Potter." The dark voice felt like silk being forced down his throat. He just wanted to let run away from humanity and never come back.
Stupid hormones…
"In fact, I think we'll start the detention right about now." Harry didn't have time for more than to raise an eyebrow before Snape had strolled over to his side of the bed and grabbed a hold of him. One hand around his neck, the other around his waist, Snape lowered Harry onto the bed…
FIN
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-Sophie