A/N: Okay, let me just come out and say it. I am really sorry this took so long. But in all fairness, I had 5 semester projects to do and then I had 7 semester tests to study for (I hate school) and then I had to go to 4 Christmases that were scattered all over and then I had to go back to school and get used to new classes and everything, which turned out to be a huge deal because they changed everything around and its different than it used to be because we got a new principle. Also, I don't exactly have anything planed for where this is going. So, writing this was kind of difficult. Any suggestions are welcome. Doesn't mean I'll use them, but I will certainly read them over and consider them.

Alright now that I've vented, I will continue on.

Warning: This will eventually contain male/male action, you've been warned. Current solo male action.

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Harry POV

I was nervous again. It seemed to be that way every time I walked toward the dungeons. However this time I was also excited. I was headed to detention with Professor Snape. And looking forward to it. I wish I could have had more time to think through what I was going to do. I had planed to go back to my dorm room after classes and plan out what I could do to make Snape want me even more. But like usual my plans never work out.

Flashback

I was sitting in the common room, impatiently working on a essay for Charms class. I desperately wanted to get out of there but Hermione wanted something different. Every time I even started to look like I might leave she would send me scathing looks that clearly said, 'Leave, and I'll hit you with a gelding hex,' and knowing Hermione, she might just want something out of me enough to actually do just that.

"Well that's about all the homework I can take in one day," Ron said standing up. "Feel like a game of chess Harry?"

I almost said yes, but one more look from Hermione shut me up, so instead I said, "No that's alright. I'm not really up to it. I'm really tired and I don't even stand a chance against you when I'm fully awake."

He just laughed and bid Hermione and me farewell as he made his way up to the dorm room looking for other competitors.

Realizing that this was the moment Hermione had been waiting for all night I sighed and turned back to her while giving her my best 'What do you want now? Because I'm really not in the mood and you're wasting my time. And by the way, if you continue on this path you will succeed in making me extremely pissed off' face.

She just smiled at me softly and looked slightly uncomfortable. It looked like she was trying to find a way to say something delicately, but she was defiantly taking her time about it and I was anxious to get this conversation over with so I could go and scheme in private.

"What, Hermione? Just say it. I promise I wont bite your head off. Unless its something completely irrelevant and not worth wasting my entire afternoon, that I could have used to do something else, " I said sounding slightly edgier than I had meant to.

She just sighed and said, "Okay here it goes. . . . . .I was just wondering what was going on between you and Snape. What did you say to him at the end of class? I've never seen him react like that before. Not to mention the way you were acting afterward. I mean I would expect you to be happy about finally beating Snape - which is at least what it looked like happened - but you weren't just happy. It was weird. You almost seemed giddy and excited about something."

By the time she had finished I was speechless. She knows! I thought Holy shit she knows! And if she didn't, she would soon. She was, after all, Hermione. Soon she would think about it and everything would click into place, just like it always did for her. I was screwed.

"Harry? You still there?"

Her voice brought me back and with and audible snap I shut my mouth. "What do you mean? He had a reaction to what I said? I was just talking to him about detention." I lied as best I could in my still shocked state. How could she have seen the entire thing. I didn't think anyone had been watching.

"Oh, Harry please," she said sounding exasperated. "You wouldn't have had that reaction to what I just said if nothing was going on. Now tell me. Or am I going to have to use a gelding hex on you?" Her face was completely serious.

Wow, I thought, I called that one.

We sat in silence for a while and I was willing myself to think of and excuse for what had happened. After about 5 minuets of nothing Hermione must have realized that I wasn't going to tell her what she wanted, because she startled me by plunging in and asking, "Do you two like each other?"

I was speechless again. How the hell does she do that?! I thought.

"No! Are you crazy!? He's a slimy git. How anyone could like him is beyond me. And he hates me, you know that." But I knew that she could see right through my lie by the way my face flooded with red and because I just couldn't seem to say those words with conviction.

Hermione's eyes got big. "Oh my god. You do like each other." For some reason I couldn't find she seemed happy about this. "Thank heavens. I mean I knew you liked him and I always worried you would hurt yourself with this. But if he likes you back. . ." She smiled almost dreamily.

"What?!" I yelled at her, shocked yet again. "How long have you known?"

She looked at me and smiled softly, "Since the beginning of our third year. I don't even know if you've known that long, but it wasn't exactly like you were hiding it."

I processed this information. "You don't mean. . .Ron doesn't know. . .Does he?" I asked, actually scared now.

Hermione just rolled her eyes, "Of course not. It's Ron. Do you really think he's going to notice. And I'm not stupid enough to tell him. I think I'm the only one who really knows. don't worry."

Relief flooded through me and I sighed, but before I could say anything else Hermione was talking again.

"So, I'm guessing by what happened that he likes you and you know that, but he doesn't know that you like him. Correct?"

"Yes," I said, I really didn't wasn't to discuses the entirety of the situation with Hermione right now. I just wanted to go plan.

"Well then," She continued, "How are you going to get him to realize it? I mean you can't just walk up and tell him. He would think you are playing a prank on him. What did you do to him in class, anyway?"

I smiled. This might actually be fun. "Think about it Hermione." I said, "Think about the way he reacted. What did it look like was happening to him? Flushed face. Harsh breathing. Unfocused eyes. The strategic shifting of his robes. The--"

"Okay! I get it!" She was flushed and her eyes were wide. I just smiled saying, "Whats wrong 'Mione? You wanted to know."

She took a deep breath, "I'm just trying to get mental pictures out of my head." She said jokingly. Then turned serious again. "But are you sure it's wise to do things that way. He might just think that he is imagining all of it."

I smiled again. "Oh I have every ounce of faith that he will think that. But that's the point. Everything that I do to him will just keep building up until a) he can't hold back anymore, or b) I eventually tell him that I really did mean all of the things he thought he imagined. And by then he wont be able to say no to me. I'm going to make him want me so much he cant stand it."

Hermione still looked doubtful. "But what about the 'love' factor. Don't you want that?"

I had expected this and responded easily, "I already know he loves me - I'll tell you about it later - and I already love him. Yes, I know what you're going to say, but we've been in love with each other for so long that I doubt a little while longer will kill us. Besides how else do you want me to go about showing him I like him. He's to stubborn and cautious to think anything else isn't a prank. No, the only way to do this is to break his will and make him come to me."

She looked like she was thinking this over for a while before she sighed and said, "Fine, I guess you're right." but then she looked at me and said, "But I would like to be included if you don't mind. I could help you in some areas you aren't sure in and everything."

"Sure." I said, secretly I was glad to have her help. "I'll let you know what I'm planning to do."

"Good. Keep me updated on how he's holding out too, will you?" she asked, and I grinned at her.

"Sure thing. I'll let you know every detail of how he reacts to me." I said wiggling my eyebrows.

She laughed, "Not that much detail, thank you very much. You never know, I might start to like what I hear and try to steal him from you."

I growled deep in my throat before I even realized what I was doing and she laughed again. Pouncing on her I started tickling and didn't let her go until we were both out of breath from laughter.

Harry POVd

So, now here I was, in front of Professor Snape's class room. Trying to decided what I should do. By the time I had finished talking to Hermione and tickling her it had been time for me to leave and I still had nothing decided.

Oh well, I thought, I'll just go in there and see if and opportunity presents itself. Who said the seducing had to start today anyway? It's not like this is the only detention I will ever have with him.

I knocked on the door, smirking as I remembered the conversation I had had with Snape just hours before.

"Come in."

I opened the door and tried to look casual as I walked over to his desk

"You will be cleaning all of the desks without magic. When you are done return to me and I will tell you what to do next," I noticed that he said all of this without looking at me and taking the time to glare and/or smirk like usual. For some reason this gave me a small bit of satisfaction that my plan was at least having some affect.

I walked over to the bucket of water and the rag that was laid out for me without a word. As soon as my back was to him I smiled, glad that I had actually put some thought into what I was wearing for once. What do you know, I thought, opportunities do present themselves

Snape POV

I couldn't look at him. I knew that if I did I would get tongue tied and forget what I was saying. I just couldn't help but stare at him whenever I saw him anymore. He walked away without a word and grabbed the supplies I had left for him. Only then did I look up. And I felt my breath catch in my throat.

He was standing less than 10 feet way, removing his school robes.

I swallowed, trying not to think about how glad I was that he had finally bought new clothes. In stead of his cousins' old baggy ones he was now wearing ones that fit. Ones that fit very nicely. His black shirt hugged his body as he moved and showed off his muscles gained from many hours of Quidditch practice. And his dark blue jeans looked perfect on him, tight in all the right places and slightly lower than they should be on his hips.

Finally I blinked and looked back up at his eyes. He was staring back at me as if wanting to know what I was looking at.

"What are you doing?" I asked throwing in a glare to make it look more convincing.

"I was wondering why you were looking at me like that." He replied looking half cheeky and half curious.

I dodged his question saying, "I meant, why did you take your school robes off?"

He looked at me as if the answer were obvious before saying, "Because it makes more sense to take your clothes off before getting wet and dirty." And I could have sworn it sounded like he almost purred .

Normally I would have argued and then insulted his intelligence but I was getting distracted again. That seemed to happened a lot when he was around.

"Fine. Get to work then." I said looking back down at my desk.

Once I had heard the slosh of water and was sure his back was to me I looked back up at him.

And once again my breath hitched.

There he was. Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, bent over a desk trying to reach the other side. His back was arched and his shirt had slid up to reveal deliciously smooth skin, but what held my attention the most was his gloriously perfect ass pointed directly towards me.

I bit the inside of my mouth to stop the sounds threatening to come out of my throat as I felt myself growing hard. It was all I could do to stop myself from going over there and rubbing up against that beautiful body.

All of a sudden he started moving his body forwards and backwards as he tried to reach over farther. And then a small groan did escape my mouth as my hand slid unconsciously downward.

I let out a small gasp as my hand slipped inside my pants and grasped my hard cock. I timed my strokes to match his movements. My head fell back and my eyes fluttered shut.

I started when I heard a noise, snapping my head back up and pulling my hand out of my pants. It was Harry, he had gotten up so he could move on to the next desk. I couldn't help but appreciate how his now wet clothing hung to him. I could see every muscle of his torso.

I stopped my eyes from moving downward finally realizing what had just happened. I had started to masturbate with Harry still in the room. Did the boy really make me lose that much self control?

The good news was that by the look of it he hadn't seen what I was doing. The bad news was that I was now very hard, very horny, and stuck in a classroom with a very hot, dripping wet Harry Potter. I had to get out of here.

"I will be back. Continue working." I said quickly and left for my office, using my school robes to easily hide my problem.

Once inside I shut the door, cast silencing spells on it, and leaded against it. Opening my robe and unzipping my pants I stroked myself vigorously, imagining Harry the entire time. The way his mouth would feel around me. The way his skin would feel beneath me. The way his tight ass would squeeze me.

I moaned loudly. I was getting close. And knowing that Harry was on the other side of the door I was leaning against sent tingles up and down my cock. Just seconds later I was coming all over my hand, pleasure running through my body.

Breathing deeply I cleaned myself up and leaned back against a wall. If this is what detention with Potter is like I don't know how long I will be able to go with out mauling the boy, I thought

Maybe I'll cut this detention short.

Harry POV

"Fine. Get to work then." He said looking back down at his desk.

I walked with the water and rag over to a big desk. Smirking I dipped the rag in the water and wiped the desk down then instead of going to the other side of the desk I bent over it to reach the across.

I washed the desk slowly waiting for him to look at me. After a while I felt as if I was being watch, which I reminded myself I probably was. Wanting to know for sure I started moving my arm in longer swipes making me rock forwards and backwards.

As soon as I started I heard a groan and then a gasp, both so small that if I hadn't been listening I would have missed them. I listened closer trying not to let his noises effect me. But then I heard the rustling of clothing and I couldn't help but get up and spin around. I knew that sound.

And sure enough, when I looked Snape had his head thrown and his eyes shut tightly. His hand was moving below his desk and I desperately wished that I could have had Moody's special eye, right then.

Felling the uncomfortable tightening of my pants I turned around and thought of every horrid mental image I could. When I was confident that my arousal wouldn't be too noticeable I bumped the desk making it move enough to make a noise. He jerked up and looked at me with wide eyes.

Acting as natural as possible I watched out of the corner of my eye as he stared at me for a bit.

"I will be back. Continue working." He said standing up suddenly and leaving, and I could tell by the way he was walking, exactly what he was going to do. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, picturing exactly what he would look like. I moaned softly. I was in trouble.

This was supposed to be hard for him, not for me. If it kept up like this I didn't know how long I'd be able to go before I gave the whole thing up and pounced on him.

I turned back to the desk and began to clean again trying to distract myself from the thoughts of Snape in my head.

After a while of only half successfully controlling myself he came back in.

"You can go." He said suddenly.

I was shocked. "But I'm not done. . ."

"Yes, I see that. However I have other business to attend to. Now go." He looked irritated and I had a feeling he just wanted to be alone to think about what had happened. I imagined it wasn't everyday that he had to leave in the middle of a detention to jerk to thoughts of one of his students.

And I didn't mind at all that the detention ended early. It gave me time to stop at the nearest bathroom and take care of what was becoming a very large problem.

A/N: Okay, this isn't my best work ever, but I'm super tired. I know, I have an excuse for everything. But what are you going to do about it?

. . . .there were like 4 more things I was going to tell you all. But now that I'm here I've got nothing. Just proves how tired I am. . . .

Oh and one last thing. . . .

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