***This chapter contains some graphic, extra dirty sexytimes. Giving you a heads up now. I think it's the most graphic turns of phrase I've ever written. It made me blush to even write it (lol), but I think it fits the situation.

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The Wicked Week

Chapter 5: A Few Minutes on Friday

"Mr. Potter do pay attention," snapped his Head of House.

Harry jolted back from the depths of his amazing, fantastic, incandescent daydream about Snape for a fleeting moment before falling once more into its enticing embrace. What they had done had been one of the most intense experiences of his life-outside of ones that didn't revolve around death, The Dursley's, or Voldemort. So intense that he couldn't focus on anything else.

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The clarity he had found under the older man's ministrations had awakened a whole new side of himself that he never knew existed. He liked the loss of control. He liked giving someone else the power. It was a relief to not have to take charge, to not have to be The Savior. He could forget and focus on one thing and trust that Snape would take care of him; be there when it was over.

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The way he touched me, it was something like lovers do. Is that what we are? Are we lovers? He's so beautiful when he lets his guard down. Beautiful? Never thought I'd think those words about the greasy git. But… when he stops with all the snarky, snide comments he's not so bad. Oh Merlin, and that kiss. That kiss was…it was….perfect.

Harry shivered as he remembered the tenderness that had filled his professor's eyes, that before only held contempt, the gentle way Snape had kissed him. It had been radically different than every other time they had done so. It was slow and unhurried-perfect. Harry raised his hand and traced his lips, lost in the phantom sensation of Snape's mouth on his own.

"Mr. Potter!" The severe tone of his Transfiguration professor's voice once more thrust Harry from his dreamy musings. He winced as he saw the look on her face.

Bollocks. Old cat. Couldn't just let me stay in my happy place. Gah.

"As much as it grieves me, five points from Gryffindor for Mr. Potter's inability to concentrate on our class today. If you are done having your head in the clouds, I would like to continue with the lesson if it's not too much of an inconvenience to you," she chided.

"Yes Ma'am. Sorry," he mumbled in apology. It was just so hard to care about changing an old book into a pair of diamond earrings. It all seemed so trivial compared to what he had gone through last night, all this week.

"Harry, what's wrong with you," Hermione whispered as she deftly changed her book into a glittering pair of teardrop diamond earrings.

"Nothing, I'm just tired and sore, " Harry blurted out before he realized what he had said.

"Why are you sore?" asked Ron, face full of concern.

"Yes, why are you sore Harry?" Hermione parroted, eyes narrowed and questioned.

"Ah…umm," Harry stuttered as he wracked his brain for a sufficiently plausible excuse. "I…uh…fell off my broom…last night. I was out practicing and I fell. Couldn't sleep cause of it."

Hermione huffed. "I think that's a load of malarkey, Harry. I think you're doing something that you aren't supposed to, with someone you aren't supposed to. "

"Oy, you finally got yourself a girlfriend? Why didn't you tell me mate," Ron blustered.

"No, I…I don't have a…girlfriend. You'd be the first to know Ron. I just fell off my broom all right? Just leave it alone Hermione. Nothing's going on, okay?"

Hermione's eyes went hard. " I don't believe you, but fine if you don't want to tell us, your friends…,"she trailed off.

Harry sighed in exasperation. "There's nothing to tell! "

"You know you can tell us anything mate. We're your friends. That's what we're here for," said Ron as he gently cuffed Harry's shoulder.

Harry felt a small wave of guilt crash over him. He hated lying to them, but this was his private life. His sex life. He knew his friends would never purposefully reveal his secrets, but they always seemed to get around, regardless of good intentions. The rumor mill worked too hard for juicy tidbits about his life. It was safer for all of them if they didn't know. If only he and Snape only knew of their nightly sexcapades.

"I know you are. You're my best friends. I'd tell you if something was going on."

Ron smiled and gave him a pat on the back. Hermione just narrowed her eyes in disbelief. Harry sighed and wished he had a time turner so that he could jump to the end of class.

The rest of the day was completely miserable. Hermione stayed in a snit. She continued to prod and pry all through lunch and during every class. Ron kept fishing for the sordid details of his hidden relationship with his mystery girl. It was awful. It was a sad fact that Harry's only bright spot was Potions at the end of the day. He felt a flutter in his stomach as he hastily passed through the large oak doors of the dungeon.

"Why are you in such a hurry mate? It's Potions. The worst class of the day," Ron moaned dejectedly.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks. He really wanted to see Snape, but he had to hide it. He couldn't let anyone find out about them.

Us? Are we a couple? Is this just sex? This is getting really comp…

"Mr. Potter if you would care to take your seat," commanded a dark voice.

Harry looked up and instantly melted at the sight of his once hated professor. He was drowning, drowning, drowning…

"Yes Professor."

He felt Snape's long lithe body lightly brush past his own as he made his way toward his desk at the front of the room.

Near Snape's desk.

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Bloody bollocks. How am I ever going to make it through this class? He knows what I'm thinking about. He knew I would think about it. He knew….Oh gods.

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A small smirk teased the corners of Snape's thin mouth. "Turn your books to page 494. There you will find the necessary information on how to brew a successful Draught of Peace. This is something that you should be able to brew with little problem at this point. Should you be unable to brew an acceptable potion, you will receive an automatic Troll for the day. Begin."

Harry wanted to kill the man. He wanted to kill him dead for what he had been doing during class. It was unbearable. He could barely concentrate on the potion he was supposed to be brewing and the greasy git knew it. Harry just wanted to jump across the desk and rip Snape's robes to shreds. It was infuriating to watch him touch or be touched by other students. He wanted to rip their hands off. He wanted to scream, 'THAT'S MINE! Don't touch!'

He was just so… so…

Sexy. He's sexy. Merlin, why couldn't I just go back to hating him?

"What is that Potter?"

Startled, Harry jumped and mumbled, "Umm…powdered moonstone."

Dark eyes filled with mirth and annoyance. "Really Potter? After all these years you still haven't' managed to grasp the concept of powdering? Grab your mortar and pestle Potter so that I may, once again, show you how to do this properly."

Strong arms enveloped his body. Delicious warmth pressed against his back as Snape's long fingers wrapped around his own. It took everything he had not to relax back into Snape's arms, to not melt into that strong body.

Together they ground the moonstone down to a fine powder. Their muscles strained in unison as they pushed and twisted the stone pestle. Every few twists Harry felt the brush of Snape's body against his back. Not done blatantly, but just as a result of their activity. Nonetheless it was strangely erotic to Harry.

Wow never thought grinding ingredients or making potions could get me goin'…hmmm I wonder if we could do this again…but naked.

Harry wished it had taken more time, but any longer and it would look suspicious. "Better Potter. Do you think you can manage to not turn out a potion worthy of that dunderhead Longbottom?"

Harry mourned the loss of his Professor's body pressed against him. "Yes…yes sir."

"Good. Granger, 10 points from Gryffindor for not paying attention to your own potion," Snape sneered as he once again made his rounds.

Hermione leaned in to Harry. "What was that?"

"What was what 'Mione?"

"That? With the grinding," Hermione whined. "He was touching you and you let him. You looked like it was Christmas morning and you got the best present ever. What's going on with you two?"

Harry sighed and fought not to blush at her words. "Nothing. Now I'm going to finish my potion. I don't want Snape to come back over here and yell at me. It's lucky he didn't just take points off for my moonstone."

"Exactly. He would have before. He has never helped you before. He hated you. Are you sleeping with him?"

"What? No! Hermione you know I'm a… a virgin," Harry whispered harshly.

"Something is going on with you two. I can smell it."

"I think the smell you are referring to would be your potion bubbling over," Harry smirked as he successfully distracted his friend.

"Blast," Hermione squeaked as she ran to salvage her potion.

"Nicely done Potter," Snape whispered as he past. Harry smiled.

The end of class came all too soon. For once he wished Potions would go on forever, if only so he could spend more time with Snape.

Ron would have a fit if he heard me say that. He'd have a fit if he knew what Snape and I were doing.

"Potter stay," ordered Snape.

"Rotten luck mate," Ron said sympathetically.

"Excuse me Professor, but Harry has to-" Hermione tried to interject, but before she could finish her sentence Harry jumped in.

"Yes, Professor." Harry turned to Hermione. "Stop it. I'll see you both later."

"See you at dinner," Ron inquired.

"Probably. Depends on what he wants," Harry mumbled in a faux-annoyed manner. "If not I'll see you in the common room before detention."

"Right. See you later. Come on Hermione. Stop staring like that, it's right creepy that is," said Ron as he attempted to tug the bushy-haired girl out of the room. Hermione was going to be a real thorn in his side if she kept this up. After a few pulls and smacked hands, Harry's best friends left the dungeon.

He turned and walked, full of anticipation, over to the desk where Snape sat. He stood at the Potions master's feet and waited. Neither man moved, frozen in the moment. The tension grew as the seconds ticked by. Harry itched to kiss, to touch the man before him. He had waited all day for this moment and now that he was here he was paralyzed.

"Potter…" Snape softly whispered breaking the spell that held them both.

Harry slid his body between long, black-clad legs as he felt Snape's hands trail up his sides. He shivered at the touch. He wanted more, needed more. He slowly sank down onto Snape's lap.

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"Kiss me," Harry breathed across Snape's mouth. Warm lips pressed against him- kneading, teasing, luring his own to open. It was too good. Too perfect.

Merlin. I want this. I want this always. So good.

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Elegant fingers pushed him away, as Snape began to stand.

Harry looked up in bewilderment. Did that mean Snape didn't want him? That it was still just a game? He wanted to runaway in embarrassment. "I'm…I'm sorry. I'll just go."

"Foolish boy." Snape grabbed his hands and began to silently lead him to his office. Once Harry had passed through the heavy doors into Snape's private chambers, he found himself slammed against the wall. They attacked each other, lust driving them onward. Robes, ties, shoes were forgotten. The only thing that mattered in that moment was the feel of skin on skin.

"Oh Merlin," Harry panted as Snape bit his left nipple. "Oh Merlin, I need…need..ugh!"

Harry wrapped his bare legs around Snape's long bare torso.

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"I'm fine," said Harry. "I... the bruises from...last night." A cherry red blush crawled up his body.

An arched eyebrow quirked up. "You should have told me, I could have fixed that little problem."

"I…I wanted to keep them," Harry mumbled.

"Ah," was all that Snape said as he carried the boy in his arms to the long table.

Harry found himself being laid down on the cold wooden surface, then gently turned over. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Snape gazing hungrily at his abused flesh after he carefully removed his Y-fronts. He knew he should feel embarrassed that his Professor, his old professor was looking at him like he was a tasty treat, but he couldn't feel anything other than desire.

"I'm going to put a salve on you. Don't argue with me, you should have come to me this morning to give you more. Now hold still, or I shall be forced to spank you again. Which would leave you no better than you are now. Accio salve!"

A small, rose-coloured glass jar shot through the air and smacked into Snape's hand. He unscrewed the lid and scooped a generous amount into his palm and began to smooth the salve onto the boy's abused skin. Harry practically purred with pleasure. The man knew how to use his hands. He melted with each caress of his skin into the table, never wanting it to end. "Mmm..that's nice."

"I'm glad you approve Potter," Snape replied, voice dripping with mirth.

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After a few more soft kisses, he cast a cleansing spell over them both.

"You should return to your House Potter. It should be time for supper soon."

Harry dressed quickly, suddenly feeling awkward after all the dirty things he had murmured and panted in Snape's ear as he got him off. Realizing with a jolt that this was the first time that Snape had ever come in his presence.

What does all of this mean? What are we doing? What..

"What time will you be down in the dungeons tonight?"

Turning, Harry looked into Snape's deeply satisfied eyes. "8 o'clock sharp sir."

Snape gave a curt nod and moved towards the table.

"Sir, what are we doing?" Harry shyly asked.

"Having sexual relations Mr. Potter. Is that still agreeable to you?"

"Yes. Yes sir," Harry breathily replied. "I just wondered…"

"We will discuss our situation in more depth at another time, if that is agreeable to you. I'm not dismissing you. I just think that we both need more time to sort out our personal feelings on the matter."

Snape had personal feelings about what they were doing? It made a part of him so giddy. Harry bit his lip. He really wanted to discuss it now, but he could tell that it made Snape uncomfortable. And he really didn't want to push the man away. Not when he was so close to having him in his bed.

"Yes. That's fine sir."

"Good. I will see you at 8 o'clock sharp. And Potter…" Snape crossed over to the door where Harry stood and cupped his face, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "If you're a good boy, I'll fuck you tonight."

Harry floated on air all during dinner and the rest of the evening. He barely was aware of what he ate, what anyone said, where he was. He could only think of Snape.

Snape kissing him.

Snape fucking him for the first time.

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Cut for Censors It was difficult not to stare at the compelling man throughout the meal. But he managed as best he could.

Once dinner was over, Harry ran to the bathroom and took a long, hot soak and groomed himself, wanting to look his best. If he got funny looks from Ron and Hermione for dressing nicely for a detention, he didn't notice.

At the stroke of eight, Harry was sitting at the front desk, eagerly awaiting his lover.

At the stroke of nine, he started to get angry.

At the stroke of ten, Harry started to get depressed.

At the stroke of eleven, he started to get worried.

At the stroke of midnight, Harry left.

A Few Minutes on Friday is in reference to a song by Bright Eyes