Chapter 4: Take a Chance

My energy started to come back later in the day but I still couldn't get over what had happened in Snape's classroom. It was if -in some weird way- the spell connected us. All I had to do was think of Snape and I could feel him pull me closer or touch me in a way that would send me over the edge.

At dinner Snape and I exchanged our usual stares. I sat on the right side of the table to get a better view at him. I couldnt wait till tonight when I was alone in my bed, all I'd have to do was say those two words and I'd have Snape right there with me…

Something at dinner confused me though. Every time I looked at Snape I couldn't help but notice he would try to stifle a laugh. I asked Hermione if there was something on my face and she sighed with annoyance in her tone telling me that there was nothing. She also added that if I asked her again she would smack me across my bloody face.

((He must be thinking about earlier today…Oh well, I guess it could be viewed as funny, but to me it was indescribable pleasure.))

Later that night I sat in bed naked and hard as a rock. Lately this seemed to be a ritual; I'd think of Snape, get hard and finish myself off. Thankfully, I wouldn't have to do that anymore. I could say those two simple words 'Recipio Delectatio' and I'd be in a world of ecstasy with my crush, Severus Snape. I pointed my wand at my chest and chanted the spell. I sat there for a moment waiting for the floating feeling to dawn on me but it never came. I repeated it over and over but still nothing happened. After about half an hour I gave up, and ended up throwing my wand towards the end of the bed. I had the sneaking suspicion that the greasy haried git had something to do with this.

The next day I tried my best to get through classes with patience but that was far more difficult than I had expected. I barely made it through my last class and dinner and after I bolted down to the dungeons and burst through the door. There he was sitting in his chair grinning, almost as if he was waiting there for me. But by now I didn't care, I was furious.

"Can I help you Mr. Potter?"

((Oh you can help me alright.))

"What the hell did you do to me?!" Snape smirked as he leaned back into his chair, his fingers laced together. I could tell by his posture he knew exactly what was going on.

"Mind your tongue Potter, if you don't show me some respect I'll never teach you the spell you're so desperate to know."

"You're the one who told me to control myself!" I spat. "How the bloody hell am I supposed to control myself if I don't know the damn spell to do it!?" Professor Snape leaped up from his chair abruptly causing a screeching sound on the stone floor. It gave me shivers but I did my best to keep a straight face, clear of any intimidation. He stalked towards me, his robes flowing behind him, which I quickly forgot about when I noticed the rage in his face. As he swooped down, he yanked my chin up, our faces inches apart.

"Mind your tongue Potter…step out of line again and I will not teach you the spell…that's the last time I'm going to warn you." Every time Snape spoke I immediately became entranced, unable to defy him. My eyes became heavily lidded as I wrapped my hands around his forearm and leaned into his palm. His grip on my chin relaxed as he moved his hand to the back of my neck pulling me in for a small hug. My legs gave out and I began to fall but Snape caught me and carried me towards the back of the room.

"Where…are we going…?" I asked, my head was fuzzy and I had no idea why I was feeling this way but I relaxed and gave in. I stiffened for a moment when I realized I was placed on a bed. I looked over to Snape and started to panic, he could see my discomfort and placed a hand on my forehead which relaxed me instantly.

"Why does everything feel so damn fuzzy…?" Snape chuckled as he turned away to retrieve a chair. I watched him as he placed it beside the bed and sat down slowly.

"These are minor side effects of the spell. The person who casts the spell is automatically connected with the person the spell is cast on. Every time the spell is cast a bit of my magic is transferred into you, and when you're in such close proximity with me even more of my magic is pushed into your body. This explains the 'fuzzy feelings' as you put it."

I blushed, the tingle traveling through my body was his magic. It was powerful and almost overwhelming, I'd never felt anything like it before. The fact that something of Snape's was inside me caused me to become painfully aroused.

"I see you're more then ready for the next lesson…" Snape eyed my member and smiled wickedly as he ran his hand from the bottom of my leg up to my inner thigh. I moaned shutting my eyes tight to avoid his piercing gaze.

"Please Professor…please help me control myself."

"Not good enough Potter...beg."

"I beg you Professor Snape…I need you to help me…Please." My hand found his and I quickly laced my fingers through his gripping them tightly.

"Please." Snape cleared his throat and withdrew his wand with his free hand.

"Turn over Potter." I was a bit apprehensive about the position, but as soon as I turned I felt the end of his wand on my lower back.

"You're probably wondering why you couldn't cast the spell yourself correct?" I looked over my shoulder and nodded.

"I must perform the spell three times before you can do it yourself. There's no particular reason for it, besides the fact that it entertains me greatly to see you squirm."

"O yes, my torture is bloody hilarious…" Snape laughed and muttered the spell for the second time. At once I felt his hands ravaging my body exactly what I had wanted a few moments ago. His fingers traveled into my boxers as fingers found their way into questionable places.

"O Gawd!"

"So much pleasure so soon Mr. Potter?" I moaned and bit at the pillow, every surface of the room smelled of Snape, which only enhanced the pleasure coursing through my body.

Snape folded his hands together slowly it was insanely hard to control himself while this beautiful boy was writhing on his bed. It was difficult to cope with in the beginning, dealing with the fact that he was attracted to Potter, and a Gryffindor no less. His eyes scanned the entire length of Harry's body, his back arched and his shoulders tensed. His head raised and his mouth barely opened as he moaned. Snape saw that his shirt had come unbuttoned, Harry's perfect cream colored skin was revealed, he wanted to so much to touch it. His chain of thought was broken when he felt a pull at his robes. Snape looked down to see Harry's striking emerald eyes looking at him with pure lust.

"Yes?" Snape could tell that Harry was attempting to verbalize his thoughts but was having an extremely difficult time doing it, obviously from the intense pleasure of the spell.

"Nnh- y-you said that you and I are connected, so d-does that mean- AH!" I collapsed in front of Snape pulling him down by his robes, but he didnt move and waited for me to continue.

"Go on Potter…" With difficulty I turned head and looked up at Snape once again.

"Does that…mean that you can see what's happening to me?" Snape sighed and leaned back into his chair.

"Sadly enough Mr. Potter I cannot. Although, I think I have a good idea as to who it is…" Snape leaned in close, his lips grazing my ear.

"As I recall from our last session, women were stricken from the equation."

"Yes." I moaned from his breath on my ear and rolled over onto my back again, I ripped the rest of his shirt open, the heat in the room was unbearable, and it was hard to keep calm. I was taken over with passion and began running my hands all over my body.

Snape's eyes widened but he stayed focused. As far as he knew, Harry wasn't just thinking about him. Although, he did remember, during the first session that the boy called out his name just before he came. Sadly, that was only a small clue, he needed more proof. He decided to make a move. He placed his hand over Harry's chest and stroked him all the way down to his belt buckle. Harry raised his hips for Snape to remove the belt but received no action, Snape laughed.

"Don't tease me…."

"I don't believe you're in any position to make commands Potter." I grabbed Snape's hand.

"More, I need more!"

"Then do it yourself Potter, that is what we're here for." I imagined Snape pounding into me once again. I tensed as I readied myself for an orgasm. Snape sensed this and leaned forward to lick my neck. I shivered from the contact.

"Feels so good, I-I'm going to cum." Snape stood and spread Harry's legs open like last time. Watching this boy before him was better then sex, and he wanted to make sure he saw his face when he came.

I turned my head towards Snape and saw an obvious erection through his robes. I decided I'd have to take a chance. I grabbed Snape by the collar and pulled him over me onto the bed. I quickly wrapped my legs around Snape's waist, I wasn't sure what he would do so I had to act fast. Before Snape could react, I grasped him by the neck and kissed him hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth. I moved myself over Snape and came, breaking the kiss to cry out. Snape moaned from the friction over his erection and lifted both of us into a sitting position. From there he bit and sucked at my neck. I moaned even more then before, every inch of my body tingled from the orgasm, this was too much, I tried to pull away but Snape cupped my chin and crushed our lips together.

"You're fucking amazing Potter." I wanted him more than ever before, I pushed Snape back onto the bed and ran my hand down his body and onto his zipper, but before I could do anything Snape pushed my hand away.

"Why?"

"Control Potter, you don't want it all at once do you?"

"Yes I do!" Snape chuckled at my remark.

"Teenagers…" He slid of the bed, straightening his robes. He then turned to pick me up. We left his private quarters and walked to back of the classroom, when we reached the dungeon door Snape practically threw me out.

"But!" I protested and tried to push the door open but Snape was too strong.

"Remember Potter, control is Key. We will complete the spell tomorrow, be here at 9 o'clock sharp. I'll be waiting." And with that Snape slammed the door in my face.

Snape collapsed on the floor panting he couldn't control it anymore. He unbuttoned his robes and began to finish himself off. If he hadn't thrown the boy out, he would've taken him then and there.

"Soon enough…" he whispered.

I stood shocked outside the door for the second time, but something told me not to leave. I pressed my ear against the iron door and heard Snape's moans inside. I was glad to know that Snape wasnt the only having a difficult time controlling himself. I ran as fast as I could to my dormitory. I peeled off my sweaty clothes and quickly jumped into a very cold, but needed shower. I was exhausted and crawled into bed immediately after and tried to fall asleep, but endless thoughts of Snape filled my head, and I doubted I'd get much rest tonight. If I thought today was hard, what was I going to do about tomorrow????

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That's chapter 4! Gah! I'm so sorry I made you guys wait! I worked on it non stop tonight so you could read it, I didn't want to make you wait till the end of the week!

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