The Potions Conference
By snow-leopard-demon24 (Snow)
Warning: Fragments, OOC, Lime (is at the end, in italics, skip if uncomfortable), Language.
Harry looked around worriedly from his position. After Apparating from his muggle flat to the apparition point, past memories came in a flood. From when Malfoy fell into a mud puddle to when Ron hated him during the Twiwizard Tournament. Hogwarts was his home, but after the war Harry could always feel sadness surrounding Hogwarts. The light feeling and the childish of it all disappeared. And it seemed to have affected the student's as well. Harry had never seen a more serious batch of first years. It didn't help that there was still some resemblance of the fight. With Hogwarts still under construction the white tombs that littered the grounds were a sober reminder of human weakness. No matter how much Wizards claim to be superior to muggles.
As he walked through Hogsmeade, nodding and smiling to some friendly faces. Harry could only feel jealous to all those people. They were not touched by the war like he had. The constant reminder of Voldemort would always be blemished on his forehead. While the rest of the Wizarding world have peace until the next Dark Lord rose. As he walked closer to the gates of Hogwarts a figure walked out of the main doors towards his direction. Harry sighed with aggravation as he was already found by the Headmistress. They walked side by side not speaking as the awkward silence surrounded them. The whispers of Hogwarts portraits followed them. I'm sure by half an hour the entire population will know that Harry Potter has returned. He was pulled out of his musing as the gargoyle at the door moved aside. As they both walked through the door. Harry was surprised that nothing changed. Looking the same way since he had last entered the Headmaster's office, the last time he was here resulted in broken glass all over the floor. All around the room, the past Headmaster's and Mistress looked back at him. The Headmistress motioned him to sit as she walked around her desk and sat in her own chair.
"Well Mr. Potter, I'm glad that you responded to my letter. But it seems that it doesn't concern anything related to my letters. So then, Mr. Potter, what can I do for you today?"
Harry looked at the Headmistress. The white hair and wrinkles made her look older than she actually was. It seemed that the death of Dumbledore affected her more than she let on. "Professor, I wish to apologize for my invasion and that I've never responded to any of your letters. I'm been very busy helping the Muggle Law Enforcement. And I was tired of being praised for being a murderer. Also, you should not worry about my education. As I already took my NEWT's at the Ministry and have masteries in two fields. I've returned to Hogwarts in hopes of having a hearing with Professor Snape. As the last time that we saw each other we left in not so well atmosphere. "
"Have I not told you many times Mr. Potter to call me Minerva? We have gone through a war together. And we have come to a familiarity that would allow us to be on a first name basis. As you should know, you are always welcome to Hogwarts. And if you have the need to return, we have a place for you to stay. In regard to Professor Snape, it is up to him whether he wants to talk to your or not. Now, go and leave this old woman and go do what you must. Don't forget to visit! "
Harry left the office with a smile as he walked towards the dungeons. The halls were surprisingly empty as he was not interrupted. As Harry walked closer to Snape's office, the more nervous he became. The reality of getting kicked out our degraded almost made him turn tail and walk out through the main doors. Being hit by the whomping willow would have been better to any punishment Snape would give him. But he was a Gryffindor, and couldn't back down. As he knocked on the door, the sound resonating through the hallway "It feels like a badly made horror movie."
A few minutes later, there wasn't a response. Harry nocked again, and still no one answered. Huffing, he returned the way he came from and apparated back to his home. As he closed the door behind him, and opened a cabinet door full with liquor, he grabbed the firewhiskey and a glass and sat at the table. He wanted answers, but it seemed that going to Snape's office wasn't the best idea. Either he tries to put a tracking spell on him. Which wouldn't work as he first has to find him, and surely Snape would know if he even tried. Or maybe, he could get help from a little elf. Plan formed, Harry went to bed, putting on his pajama pants, but not his shirt. Curled in his bed dreaming of a Potion Master.
The face of Cedric Diggery staring at him, eyes dead, chest unmoving, and Voldemort's laughter in the background. The entire night he roomed the hallways, going for the dorms all the way to the dungeons. Each step he took, a presence he felt, began to become stronger and stronger. Till' he felt a prickle in his mind, occlumency, someone was trying to invade his thoughts. He had an inkling of who it was. As he walked faster, to the point of jogging, he hid in a nook, as he saw the end of the Potion Master's robe as he turned the corridor. Unknown by him, he released his breath that he was holding in. As he left the nook, assured of his safety and the lack of detention started to head towards his dorms when he felt someone grab him from behind holding his hips.
Warm callous hands wrapped around his hips. Making his unusually fast heart skip a beat as a warm breath blew on his ear."Mr. Potter" he gasped, as color began to show on his cheeks down to his throat, and to the rest of his body which was covered by clothes. He tried to free himself from the grasp. Only to have hands tighten forcing him back to the mysterious man's hard chest. He gasped at the feeling of something hard poke at his lower back, making his blush turn to a scarlet red. He began to wiggle, to only have the hands prevent him from moving. The hard object twitched. He's eyes widen and he knew what that was. "Ten points from Gryffindor, and detention Potter." A shiver ran down his spine. And he knew the bastard was smirking. "Yes Professor." As he tried to move, he was pulled back to his previous position. "You mistake me Mr. Potter detention starts now."
As the hands let him go, he turned slightly to see Professor Snape walk down the corridor. And with the light which Professor Snape called upon. As a sigh broke out of his lips and a flash of yellow later, and wand in hand, he followed the direction which he last saw him. With the portraits whispering after, most of them not trying to hide the fact that they were talking about him. As the continued down the hall, unknown by him, was imitating the very person who touched him. Glaring at the portraits, with the river of gossip following behind, one jumping out of her seat, spilling her blood red wine on the carpeted floor to be seen a corridor away.
As he stood in front of the Potions door, he could have run away. Went to Dumbledore and told what his spy did to him. Ran away, trying to forget what happen, and tell himself that what he felt when air brushed his ear was not arousing. That he was disgusted, and it was immoral. Yet his hand knocked the door without his brain's consent, and after the voice coming from the door telling to come in. He had no other choice to open the door and step through.
He stepped into the potions classroom; Snape was sitting at his desk completely calm and grading first year papers. Harry was at a loss of what to do. Was he supposed to stay standing, or sit down at one of the desk? Despite all five years of attending Hogwarts, most of the time in detention, he didn't know what to do. After a few minutes of being ignored he shuffled towards a seat and sat down, in the direct vision of the person he didn't want to be around, at all, or what he kept on telling himself. Seeing as Snape was in his own little world, Harry, quite rudely, dropped his wand on the desk which a loud thunk vibrated around the room. Harry was staring quite cheekily as he noticed Snape put down his pen and looked up. Those black inky eyes, dark as midnight, were penetrating his very soul. "Oh shit."
"Another ten points from Gryffindor for language Potter." He didn't even try to look mad. All these years of having points taken off by just living by the man standing in front of him, you get used to it. Well, except for everyone else in your house. As Snape walked around his desk walking towards him, Harry couldn't help that he breath hitched, which only cause Snape's smirk to grow even bigger. Like an evil Grinch, but a hot Grinch.
He sat up straight in his chair as he saw Snape was starting to invade his personal space. "It seems, Mr. Potter that I am the only person adequate enough to understand that you actions of breaking the rules, are intolerable, and only leads to having myself punished you, because obviously no one can control you." It seemed that his cock agreed with him, because it twitched, and began to rise in interest. In embarrassment he tried to will himself to stay calm, yet the look which Snape was sending him didn't help much. With a swish of his wand, a row of cauldrons appeared on the back table. "You will scrub them without magic with the cleaning supplies. I want them to be clean until I can see my reflection on them. Oh, and these cauldrons were used by the first years. So I would be careful what you touch." He couldn't help but prevent the flinch at the idea of cleaning after first years. Heavens knows the entire school wouldn't want to do this as a detention. When he noticed during his conversation with himself, Snape had return to his desk, grading papers. Seeing as he had no other choice, he shed his outer robe, rolled up his sleeves, and moved towards the direction of the cauldrons, while black smoldering eyes followed his movements, especially that of his backside.
When he began to start scrubbing, he couldn't stop watching that little perky ass move with his movements. As Potter bend over to reach the cleaning solutions, his butt was sticking in the air, in the most perfect position for fucking. He tried to control himself, this is not what a professor should be thinking of towards their student, even less to the boy-who-lived-to-be-a-burden. Yet his smile when he was happy, the deepness of his eyes which told of his hardships despite hidden behind those monstrous glasses. When he looked in those eyes he did not see Lily, he did reminded of her, but he wasn't her. Years of self-blaming had taken a toll on him soul. He was weary of the world, and was ready to settle down. But with the Dark Lord hanging over his head it would be impossible. The last lover he had, he was forced to take into the meeting, while he had to watch as that disgusting creator rapped him, and then killing him slowly in front of him. Unless he wanted see someone else be killed because of him, he accepted the fact that he would never be able to love someone fully, in fear of them getting hurt. But as he stared at Potter, the person who would, supposedly, one day kill the dark lord. He couldn't help but damn his younger self forever receiving the dark mark.
"Professor I'm done cleaning the cauldrons, and it's almost curfew now...is it okay to go back to my dorms?" He looked up to see Potter's impish face stare back at him. Oh what would he give to pound into that perky ass, and see his face to that of passion and heat, the symptoms of pure hot sex. "Professor I said that I was….." Snape suddenly shot up, causing the chair to fall to the grown. And with a swift movement walked towards Potter. Harry, who was quiet, distracted looking at the chair, which fell, in amazement moved backwards into the table seeing Snape coming closer. With one hand, Snape grabbed both of Harry's hands and forced them against the wall. Spreading his legs with his foot, he put his knee between his legs and pushed up.
Potter gasped in shock as he felt a pressure on his already half hard cock. His green eyes flashed with emotions that were difficult to comprehend. He couldn't stop himself from the rubbing against the thigh which Snape oh so kind had between his legs. Between his legs….Hmm. As his movements and strokes became faster the thigh was moved and he could only whimper with lost. A dark chuckle penetrated the loud gasping. He turned his green eyes. As those callous hand started to move underneath his clothes rubbing the sides of his chest. Slowly removing articles of clothing, he could only look at Snape with wonder. Feeling that he was overdressed, he reached out a tentative hand onto his chest. Slightly shaking started to unbutton the long stream of black buttons till the robes came loose to show a red silk shirt underneath. "Why professor, I wouldn't take you to like red, it being a Gryffindor color and all." The smirk on Snape's face quickly wiped off the cheeky grin, as he started too be nervous after the latter's grin began to grow. Why Potter, you're not going to even remember the color of my shirt or the humidity of this room when I'm done with you."
It came to my knowledge that someone rewiewed that in Chapter 1 I used the word muggleborn to describe Harry's situation. Which in fact should have been "muggle-raised" if anyone knows how I can fix this without loosing any reviews or alerts, please tell me.
Anyways, did you guys like it? Was the lime okay? I wasn't too comfortable of writing a confrontation between Snape and Harry, that's why it didn't happen in this chapter. But don't worry, it will happen. Please review, and suggestions are loved! Long chapter, are you guys proud of me!
Snow