The boy obviously did not know what to do. Every time the boy had laid eyes upon him since that night, well over a month ago, he shifted his robes. Internally smirking knowing he was pushing the boy to the exact point that he wanted him. The one thing everyone should know is that Professor Snape is patient. Patient above all else.
The previous day Potter once again attended his class. The boy hadn't missed a single class since that night. Every class he had caught the boy sneaking peaks at him. Naturally, the Professor ignored it. Potter did not exist in his dungeons. Until yesterday. Potter's breath was more shallow than usual...it was time. With an unnoticed flick of his wand Professor Snape had sent the feel of his touch through the boys seat to radiate through his entire body. The boy looked up with wide eyes, yet the Professor was studying another student's potion. Potter quickly dropped an excessive amount of dragons blood into his potion, quickly causing an explosion.
ah, the Professor thought. It was indeed time.
"Potter!" The Professor sneered, " Everyone OUT! Potter you will stay here and clean up this mess you so deliberately made without magic."
Hermione gave Harry an apologetic look as she gathered her things and followed the rest of the class out of the room. At this point Harry was just staring at the Professor. Harry was at a complete loss for words at that very moment. The entire classroom was covered in dust. Without magic it would take him days to clean all of it up.
The Professor was once more standing in front of his desk, arms crossed, with his wand still in hand. Looking at Harry, simply looking. Harry could not tell what was going on in his Professor's mind, and his face gave nothing away.
The Professor was amused at the boy's attempts to read him, to figure out exactly what the hell was going on. Naturally Harry didn't know that the Professor was viewing his thoughts.
It seemed as though several minutes had passed, and Harry was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Was the Professor waiting for him to speak? Was he testing him to see if he would speak without being spoken to? Nervously moving his feet as he stood there Harry tried desperately to figure out what he should say, and if he should even speak.
Professor Snape was pleased that the thought of not having been given permission to speak was what was keeping the boy silent. The door clicked, and was silenced.
"Potter. Do you realize why I have you here today?" the Professor asked.
Clearing his throat Harry replied "No, sir." The Professor thought for a moment, the boy had caught on too soon. His reply should have been that he was there to clean up the mess he had made of his dungeons.
Moving to the side of his desk the Professor ordered Harry to step in front of him. Harry quickly did as he was told. The Professor noticed the look he had seen in his eyes before starting to surface in the boy's eyes. He smirked.
Circling the boy the Professor spoke "Tell me boy, what is it that you want?"
A thousand thoughts shot through Harry's head. Was he asking about the classroom? was he talking about what Harry desperately wanted him to be talking about? "Uh..I'm not sure I understand what you mean sir?"
In that silky tone that sent chills up Harry's spine Snape spoke "You know exactly what I mean Mr. Potter."
Harry gulped. "Anything." The boy replied with one word because at this point he wanted to feel the Professor's touch so badly that he would take anything he could get from him. Anything at all would ease the madness raging within his body.
Unknowingly to Harry, the Professor needed to touch the boy as much as the boy needed to be touched. However, that was a sign of weakness and he was in control. For once, the boy who lived, was under his control. The pleasure of that thought alone was enough to make the Professor shift his stance.
He wanted the boy, he wanted to feel his skin, he wanted to feel his hard cock against his. He wanted to actually place his lips upon the boy's however that was too intimate. He would not allow himself to kiss the boy. The first kiss would be the last kiss, he knew it was a mistake and it was a sign of weakness. It showed the boy that he wanted him and that was not okay.
Standing there for minutes, Harry nervously looking at his shuffling feet, the Professor was thinking. He wanted the boy's hard cock in his mouth. But was that going too far? Would that give the boy even the slightest of an upper-hand?
His desire for the boy was something that made him uncomfortable, but the feel of being in control over the boy countered that well enough for him to justify it. The blood flow that was being redirected from his brain to other parts was starting to effect his logical thinking so he acted.
"Potter!" the Professor commanded, causing Harry to jump in fright. Snape openly smirked. Oh god, Harry thought. That smirk, he knew that smirk all too well. "Bend over my desk."
Without a second thought, Harry did as he was commanded. Seconds later his wrists and ankles were firmly restrained to the desk. His robes vanished with a flick of the Professor's wand. Harry was already hard by this point. He did not know what the Professor was going to do, but he knew he wanted every second of it. Every second of his attention he could obtain.
Pausing for a moment, the Professor peaked into Harry's mind to confirm that he was safe. Looking over the boy's body he couldn't help but feel himself grow harder.
"Mr. Potter, you intentionally blew up a cauldron in my classroom. You intentionally disrupted the peace and quiet of my dungeon. You intentionally did that to get my attention." Snape stated, they weren't questions. Harry and Snape both knew that. "You will be punished for intentionally trying to get my attention publicly." goosebumps covered Harry's body at the Professor's words.
Using his wand, the Professor firmly struck Harry's bum leaving a distinct red line. Harry hissed. This was not meant to be pleasurable. This was punishment. Landing several more swats against Harry's bum, the Professor stepped back to see his well-done job. Releasing Harry, the Professor stood the boy up, leaning him against his own body. Harry didn't know what to think, his mind was blank. He knew he made a mistake by blowing up his potion. But he didn't expect this outcome. Not by any means. It was not pleasant, but it wasn't unarousing either. The Professor had stopped when he did because he had felt the boy becoming drained and knew he had, had enough punishment for the night.
Holding Harry against his body, flicking his wand, the boy's clothes reappeared. Harry felt them fit back onto his body exactly as they were before they were removed but this time they were warm.
"Harry" Snape spoke. The boy was exhausted leaning against the Professor's chest so he simply mumbled "hum?" Snape continued "Do not publicly do that again. You have an invisibility cloak and a map, use it." Harry looked up in surprise "What, you didn't think I knew you had the map? Of course I know. I know everything that happens within these castle walls." Harry spoke in a tired voice "What do you mean by use it?" summoning a pepper up potion, he spoke as the boy happily drank it. "My dungeon, they are hidden from the map. When I feel you deserve it, they will become visible. That is your invitation. Do not try and remember where it is because you will not find it. And once again Potter, do not breathe a word of this." Harry nodded in acknowledgement. He didn't know what else to do honestly. Standing the boy up, since his strength had been regained, the Professor flicked his wand and the classroom was spotless.
"When you return to your little friends, you are to say that you scrubbed the entire classroom under my observation. Enough time has passed that they will not question it." Snape spoke as the classroom door opened. Harry knew he was dismissed. "Thank you Sir." he spoke as he gathered his things and left the class.