DON'T DENY WHAT YOU KNOW IS TRUE
-CHAPTER 3-
BETA: Hannah
He had quite often found himself involved in incidents and situations he didn't feel comfortable with. Those incidents usually didn't have anything to do with him personally, he was simply involved because somebody else fucked up. There were however a few rare situations in which he started them, like now.
He had Blaise in front of him, looking slightly shocked but, who was obviously trying really hard to hide it, and behind him were three teachers and Malfoy of all people. He watched Snape with a detached interest. The man who was usually pale, had turned a deep purple colour instead. It proved the man wasn't a vampire by any means.
What a shame, I could have had some fun with him, he thought forlorn. Vampire sex was great, he had tried it a couple of times under disguise. Despite what the wizarding world thought, the vampires did not keep to less crowded places, they were drawn to quite the opposite. They liked crowds where they could blend in and drink their victim's blood unnoticed. It is easier to hide in a crowd instead of somewhere more open. He was rudely interrupted in his thoughts as Snape took a step forward, towering over him.
"Can I help you?" He asked dryly, something the old he, as they knew him, never would have done.
"Respect Potter," Snape spat and the two teachers behind him nodded with shocked faces. "What's this nonsense about you being a... prostitute, " Snape looked like he had to force the word out, something odd considering Snape never showed any emotions. Apparently he couldn't say the word whore, which was odd considering he didn't seem the type who shied away from sex and prostitution. The man was a death eater, and quite a good one from what he had gathered. What was so wrong with sex anyway? It made you feel good, and everyone did it in one way or another, why care so much? he thought.
"You mean whore?" he said without thinking. He thought over his options, if he admitted to being a prostitute then there would be consequences, obviously. A normal student would be expelled, but he was by no means normal or ordinary. No, he would not be expelled. On the other hand there could be some kind of a discipline punishment. He'd rather not have that. Lies, lies, lies… what have we got? He asked himself. Rumours in the school he could handle, if he proved now he wasn't a prostitute, then the teachers would most probably ignore the whispers about him in the future. There was no crime in having sex in school after all.
"I'm afraid you walked in on a bad time Professors," he said winningly. "I was just about to get down and dirty with Blaise here… we like do to it a bit unconventional, it spice's things up a bit you know," he said with a smile and took a tight hold of Zabini's arm, warning him to agree or else. Zabini gave a curt nod but said nothing at all. Then again, why would he help?
"You weren't certainly about to do it in here?" Professor Mcgongall asked him incredulously and looked around the empty room. He shrugged. Little professor Flitwick refused to meet his eyes, he seemed awfully embarrassed.
"Wherever, whenever, we like the thrill," he said sweetly and Minerva pursed her lips while Malfoy hid what appeared to be a smile. Harry turned to the other teacher, the new DADA professor.
"I suppose this wasn't what you imagined to experience when you applied for the job?" he joked and doing so he effectively began to steer the conversation away from what he had said earlier.
"No it wasn't," The new Professor said icily. He was immediately reminded of Snape. He glanced at Snape, but the man was busy glaring at the new teacher. They didn't seem to like each other. He wondered why. Whenever Snape openly showed hostility to a fellow teacher, there was usually a reason for it. Like with Quirrel or Moody.
Curious, he thought and decided to keep the observation stored in the back of his mind for later use.
"Potter, it is late, why don't you run along and join your other little friends," Snape suddenly said and surprised them all. Where was the usual point-taking and punishment handouts?
"Sounds good to me," he replied quickly, eager to get out of this mess. Blaise was already heading for the door. Harry quickly followed him.
"Detention tomorrow night at ten in my office Potter," Snape called after him before the door closed. Harry cursed under his breath. He had been so sure he'd gotten away with this one. When Zabini tried to talk to him he sneered at him and took a secret hallway leading to the Gryffindor tower. The day which had started so good turned out to be a bad, foul, fucking day, he decided as he went to bed.
He woke up the next day and felt refreshed, ready to start the day. He had a lot of things to do and he hardly knew where to start. He had lessons, sure, but he also wanted to find a 'victim' he could have some fun with during lunch break. Zabini was out of the question, he was no fun. He wanted someone new, someone he had to use his charm on to make them spread their legs.
He stretched his muscles and went to the showers. He didn't have to undress because he had slept naked. He wasn't ashamed of his body, and he didn't care who saw him naked, girls and boys alike. Besides, sleeping naked saved him the trouble of undressing and then redressing again in the mornings. If he went cold here in the tower when he slept alone he could use a heating charm, but he suspected he would have another body in his bed most of his days left here in Hogwarts.
He thanked Merlin for his good looks, even when he was asleep. Many people who were handsome awake looked worse than trolls asleep. Many lost their dignity and drooled on the pillow, had their tongue out or scrunched their faces up. He did none of that, nor did he snore. He had reliable sources on that.
Sometimes I think I'm to good to be true, he thought as he smiled to himself in the mirror.
He jumped into the shower and shampooed his hair. He usually began to shower warm, then he made it colder gradually. It was the easiest way to wake up, and he couldn't really say he was a morning person because he wasn't. He rather enjoyed late nights out in club's. Preferably those kinds of nights should be filled with alcohol and sex. Sure, he did drugs every now and then, but he was always careful with not becoming addicted. He had seen what those things did to people, and he didn't like the outcome. He had seen too many fellow workers on the streets die from overdoses. He also knew that once his body began to fall apart, he would get less jobs and his would just be another lonely miserable retired whore.
That won't happen yet, he thought satisfied while he scrubbed his firm body with soap. He always took great care in staying fit. During his free time he was often seen in a muggle gym, working out and flirting with the male instructors. Well, you couldn't expect him to lay off his personality.
He quickly rinsed his body and stepped out of the shower. He made his way carefully over the wet and slippery floor. He didn't want to fall and crack his head open. That would be an unworthy way to end life, he thought with some dark humour. He picked his towel hanging on the wall and tied it tightly around his waist. He took another towel and quickly dried his half long hair messily. He then shook himself and dropped the towel he had used for his hair on the floor and left the room. He knew a house elf would come and pick it up sooner or later.
He stepped outside the shower's main room and went out in the corridor. All the boys in Gryffindor showered in the same stalls, just like the girls showered together in theirs. Harry naturally didn't care about showering in public, but he knew many boys who did. It's just because they've got small dicks, he mused. Maybe that was a bit unfair, but he couldn't help thinking so since he was pretty well hung himself. He had caught Ron looking at him many times throughout the years with a frown on his face, and when Ron later took a look at his own dick he had looked downright depressed. Harry grinned at the thought. He passed a first year in the corridor, and he knew he was being stared at.
Many people had woken up by this time, so he had to pass many people of both sexes on his way back to his own dormitory. He only smiled at them in greeting. It wasn't normal that someone walked out of the showers only clad in a towel. The ordinary thing to do was to take the clothes with them and change in the main room right outside the showers. It was designed like a locker room.
When he entered his dorm he saw that the other boys still weren't up. He shrugged and dressed himself in a dark green T-shirt and dark blue jeans. The jeans weren't too tight or to baggy- they were the perfect fit. He didn't think that he should give Hogwarts too many shocks at once. He would wear his more outrageous clothes at another time. Since no one was up, he decided to go down to breakfast himself. Just because the others weren't independent one bit, but always had to go in groups, didn't mean he functioned the same way.
When he entered the Great Hall he decided to go and sit with the Hufflepuff girls. They weren't exceptionally good looking, but they had to do. He wasn't usually this shallow if he looked for something more than a fuck, because he knew that looks weren't everything, but since he only wanted someone for just one hour… well, you get the point.
"Hello girls," he said and put on his best smile for them as he sat down. His greeting was met with giggles and an occasional shy 'Hi Harry'. "How are you girls this fine morning?" he continued and reached out for a piece of bread and begin to butter it up while he occasionally looked up from his task.
"We're fine," a girl said to him and he nodded. "That's good. Are you all excited to have yet another term here?" he asked. They nodded.
"You know, I have never really taken time to get to know the younger years here," he said and leaned forward into the group as if he told them a great secret. "Perhaps you could help sort things out for me? What grade are you in?" he asked them.
"We're sixth years," the same girl from before said proudly. She was the only one able to respond without a giggle. She has brown flat hair, and brown eyes. She looked pretty plain since there was nothing extraordinary about her, but he didn't care. She wasn't the chosen one. He rather wanted to have some fun with the blonde girl next to her. She was pretty. She was the smallest of them, the most delicate and she had beautiful blue eyes. Those people who didn't look it, were usually the wildest ones, he thought happily. Once they got out of their shell, it was all written in the Freud's books about the human psychic. At least he thought so.
He loved being Bi-sexual. He usually leaned towards men, but women could do too. They filled their purpose, even if he didn't like their physical features quite as much as men's. He could understand men better, but he was pretty good with women too. As long as he listened to them when they spoke, and he made sure to make the woman feel like she was the sexiest thing on the planet, everything went his way. Yet he wasn't sleazy in his way, he hated those smooth talkers he could sometimes see sitting in bars. No, he usually found a good feature in the girl he talked to, and over exaggerated that feature, even if it actually was there. He liked to stick to the truth, with a few white lies here and there. He knew how much damage he could do to a person if he just played around with no thought in it what so ever. He simply had to walk the fine line, and he was pretty damn good at doing so.
"Where are your robes Harry?" the blond girl he wanted to have finally asked him. He raised his eyebrows and feigned surprise.
"Oh damn! You're right, thank god someone is more observant than me! Imagine me walking into Snape's class dressed like this," he said and grabbed his shirt and pulled on it so he showed off some of his stomach, just like he planned it. The girls blushed and quickly looked away and he let his T-shirt fall down again. The other girls but the blonde looked slightly mortified that they hadn't thought of the robe-issue. The blonde won an important point there! They really wanted Harry for themselves.
"What do you say, would you like to come and get it together with me? I feel so lonely when I have to walk all the way up to my dormitory alone," he said cleverly and quickly changed his mind about a lunch break fuck. Morning fucks were great too, and lessons weren't due until another hour and a half. He was up early today. The blonde girl blushed and looked so cute when she nodded eagerly. Before the other girls could comprehend Harry had stood up and offered his hand to the blonde girl who he had earlier found out was named was Marie.
"Join me in my endless walk to my dormitory," he joked. He quickly helped her up and began to walk away from the table after winking towards the other girls. They didn't look happy that Marie had been the chosen one, but what did he care about that? He didn't have the time to do them all before class begun.
Harry chattered away in a pleasant tone as they walked, all the while maneuvering her into later having sex with him. She wasn't a difficult case at all. She looked at him with huge admiring eyes that told him she would do anything for him, as long as he asked for it. He found it a bit disheartening that some girls only thought they were there to please those around them, but who knew, maybe she would get a new boost of confidence if they had sex. He had seen many people change after being fucked. They felt more sure of themselves, now when they knew men wanted them, and liked being with them. He liked it when he could give something in return when he was just using them.
If he was honest with himself he couldn't say he had much of a conscious when it came to sex. He did what he wanted, and if other people got hurt, that's too bad.
"Marie, wait. I want to show you something. Close your eyes," He almost whispered when they passed the room of requirement. After making sure her eyes were really closed he walked back and forth tree times, thinking of a good place to have sex in.
"Here, take my hand, but keep your eyes closed. I will lead you there," he said.
"Just make sure I don't fall," she said as a weak joke. He laughed quietly in a way he knew she would feel 'all the way'. He led her into the room after making sure they hadn't been seen. The door closed behind them with a snap.
"Alright, you can open your eyes," he said and she did. She gasped slightly when she first saw it. Then she blushed. A big bed stood in the middle of the room. He had made sure to make it quite girly with flowers on the cover. Marie turned to him with a question in her eyes. He decided to show off some his drama skills.
"Marie," he said quietly and quickly looked at the ground.
"Yes?" She asked curiously and took a step closer to him as he seemed to be hesitating.
"Marie… I like you, a lot, but I have a problem… you see, I feel so, so… lonely," he said and she went all the way over to him and put her hand on his.
"You're not alone Harry!" she protested. "You have a lot of people, a lot of friends and-" he interrupted her and wretched free from her grip as he said "I know that Marie! That's not what I am talking about!" he turned his dark, tormented eyes towards her. "I just want someone to like me for me, and I want to be able to be together with a girl without having to read about it in the newspaper," he said and her eyes widened. She seemed to hesitate before saying:
"You have me, I wouldn't tell anyone if… something should happen;" she said tentatively.
Bingo! Harry thought and smiled inwardly.
"Really?" he asked weakly.
"Yes!" she said with a smile and he took the few couple of steps between them and kissed her deeply. "Thank you," he murmured.
Things went from there. They began to undress each other he had been right in his earlier assumption. She was wild in bed, she even took command once in bed. He had been in the process of fucking her dry (even if he was holding back some, she had told him earlier she was a virgin) when she had pushed him away and flipped them over. Then she proceeded to sit down on his erect cock and ride him like an experienced whore would. She wasn't by any means quiet either. She screamed out in pleasure, and told him exactly what she wanted him to do.
All in all he had had a good time.
Later he thanked her and got dressed. He made her promise again not to tell anyone, and then he left.
One down, the rest of the school to go, he thought humorously and set course towards his first potions class of the term.
it wasn't a well kept secret that he didn't like the potion classes, and this morning something told him this particular lesson wouldn't be pleasant. Well, at least it wouldn't be if Snape's almost cheerful sneer was any indication. Whenever Snape looked like that he had something nasty planned, everyone knew it was time to run and Harry knew that more than anyone else. Never the less he went inside the classroom like everybody else and took a seat instead of skipping class. Hermione and Ron stumbled in seconds later, and they took their seats next to him even if Hermione still seemed a bit put out over his behaviour lately.
"What's up with Snape?" Ron whispered to him when he too noticed the scary cheerful expression that didn't quite belong on Snape. Hermione elbowed Ron and hushed him before Harry could speak. He didn't really mind, he had no answer to the question anyhow. Whatever it was, he was sure he could handle it in someway. He was used to handling stuff on his own, there was nothing Snape could do that could hurt him. Nothing could hurt him. Whatever Snape did, it wouldn't be too bad since he was an employed teacher at the school. He wondered why the kids at Hogwarts never thought of that. Still, the fact that Snape couldn't do anything really harmful didn't mean he was pleasant. I bet I could make him pleasant, Harry thought with a grin. He had made even the most uptight men walk out of his bedroom with a goofy smile on their faces. Sex is the cure and answer to everything people, he thought as he watched Snape swish his wand and open the various cabinet's they would be using.
"Pay attention class, I will only tell you this once," Snape began dramatically as he stood stonily at the front. "I have received the headmasters permission to show you how to brew a mild truth potion today," Snape said in his most cheerful voice, which wasn't really cheerful at all. That's it? Harry thought. "And I will also test real veritaserum on a couple of students," Snape added as an afterthought and the class came to life. Ah, so that's why he's happy, Harry thought. He had to admit that he was a little intimidated by the prospect of drinking the truth serum. If Snape asked him about what he had heard in the classroom with Blaise he could get in trouble, if he told everyone he really was a prostitute. Then again he didn't think Snape would ask him about that. He sent a sour thought to Dumbledore for allowing this. Wasn't this the worst kind of discrimination against a student's private life?
"First up, Longbottom!" Snape snapped and effectively silenced the upset class. Harry looked at Neville and didn't really feel any compassion for him. He brought this on himself with his constant stuttering and blown up cauldrons. He would be annoyed with Neville to for that. He really needed to grow a spine. Neville looked ready to faint as he walked up to Snape with shaky legs.
"Hurry up!" Snape snarled at the boy. Snape dropped a few well measured drops of the potion on a spoon and held it out for Longbottom to take, but when Neville's hands were shaking too much to hold it properly Snape promptly shoved the spoon roughly into Longbottom's mouth. Longbottom coughed at having the unexpected spoon down his throat and all the Slytherins laughed, even Harry didn't bother keeping a straight face. He got many funny looks from the Gryffindors but he ignored it.
"Now when you manage not to suffocate to the great disappointment of everyone else, tell me, have you ever managed to complete a potion?" Snape asked. Harry had thought he would ask something more personal and powerful, but he supposed it wasn't appropriate to do so as a teacher. Word of this class would get around, and Snape would have a hard time making excuses to Dumbledore and angry parents if he acted in an inappropriate way.
"No," Neville said in a dazed voice and Snape rolled his eyes. He then turned around and surveyed the room. His gaze stuck on Malfoy.
"Mr Malfoy, you may ask Longbottom one question", he said and Draco gave him a nasty grin. With a smug look over at the outraged Gryffindors he asked "Are you a virgin?" Even Harry winced at that one. That was exactly the kind of question that could leave Neville mortified for the whole year, and guess which ones had to take care of that? His dorm mates, that's who! Harry did not have any desire what so ever to comfort a distressed Neville just because he happened to be a virgin. Hell, he would even fuck Neville himself if that would make him shut up!
"Yes," Neville answered the question and Harry let his head fall down on his bench with a clunk when chaos broke out in the classroom. Everyone was shouting something, whether it was in Neville's defence or to spite him. Snape decided now would be a good time to give Neville the antidote. Neville turned red and gave a little mortified 'eep' then ran out of the classroom, leaving all of his stuff behind.
"Harry! Do something!" Hermione suddenly said and shook his arm. He looked up at her in surprise before saying lazily: "What do you want me to do? The boy is a virgin! Surely you don't expect me to help him with that, do you?" he asked and Hermione turned red in both anger and embarrassment.
"That's not what I meant!" she hissed at him and he shrugged. He really didn't want to do anything about the situation, besides, he was still feeling the afterglow from his morning sex so he was sleepy and relaxed and not at all in the need of a fight with the Slytherins.
"Mr Potter," Snape said and he looked up. Harry rolled his eyes as he stood. Of course he would be next on Snape's list. "You are the second and last one to demonstrate the potion today Potter," Snape said nastily and his classmates let out a sigh of relief. At the same time they felt for him. He wasn't nervous as he walked up to Snape. Once again Snape held out a spoon, and opposite from Neville he took it in his own had.
"Are you sure you don't need any help with that Potter?" Malfoy shouted at him. He ignored the jibe and swallowed the drops. He felt extremely relaxed, the world around him was a daze and fussy, but he could still hear what was going on around him.
"Mr Potter, have you ever done something illegal?" came the unexpected question from Snape. Harry found himself responding without even thinking about it.
"Yes," he said and caused an uproar with whistles, catcalls and other shouting.
"Well it appears as the Golden boy isn't so golden after all," Snape said dryly albeit a bit curiously. Again he asked Malfoy to ask him a question. This time Harry had expected the question to come.
"Potter, are you a virgin?" Draco asked with an evil laugh, it was clear he expected the answer to be yes. Boy was he in for a surprise.
"No," he said in a monotone voice and Malfoy's winning laugh got stuck in his throat.
"What?" Malfoy said stupidly and blinked but he didn't have a chance to ask him anymore because Snape had already given Harry the antidote. The classroom was silent as he walked back to his seat. His classmates didn't look disappointed, but they looked very surprised. He wasn't sure why, they had noticed him being different this term and he had expected word about his encounter with Blaise to spread. After all, Malfoy had been a witness, and he was one of the worst gossipers in the entire school. Come to think of it, that was very gay of Malfoy.
"You've done the deed?" Ron asked at once and Harry rolled his eyes.
"It's called fucking Ron," he said and Ron blushed. "Or, if you prefer something more mild, sexual intercourse," he said dryly. The last one sounded so lame, a typical girl expression, or something a nerd would call it. Fuck the correct terms, Harry thought.
"When did you lose it?" Ron continued to ask, even if they were in Snape's classroom and everyone was listening in on them. Harry turned to Ron fully and exploded in his face.
"Why the fuck are you so interested Ron? Does it really matter when? I fuck all the time, end of bloody story!" he spat angrily. Snape took advantage of this glorious moment.
"Five point from Gryffindor," he said and Harry glared at him. "And another five for glaring, get a grip Potter," Snape said. Harry knew he would hear more about this in his detention tonight when Snape dropped the subject. The rest of the lesson went pretty smoothly, since Longbottom wasn't in the class. The new rules for classes, such as DADA, potions, and charms being obligatory now days, were a huge mistake on the board of governors side. Students should be able to choose the classes they wanted to be in after spending the mandatory years in the class. Harry couldn't understand why they had suddenly changed everything around like that. Then again he didn't really care all that much.
After dinner he walked towards his detention with Snape. He got many funny looks while walking the corridors, but as usual he ignored it. He was used being stared at. He didn't know if they were staring at him because of his good looks or because they had heard the rumours about his previous potions class, or maybe it was a bit of both. So far he hadn't been horribly bored at school, but he knew it was only a matter of time. He always had an itch inside him, and when that itch was unsatisfied he couldn't focus on anything. He needed to see something new, meet new people, go clubbing and dancing at discos all night long to feel good. He missed his job, he wanted to go back to the muggle world and just do his thing, the one thing he was great at. He knew that someday that had to stop, being a prostitute and all that, but for now he just wanted to live and not worry about the future.
He reached the dungeons and he knocked lightly on Snape's door.
"Inside Potter!" Snape said to him after spelling the door open. Snape sat at his desk, but he wasn't grading papers. Instead it looked like he was examining various potions. Harry didn't understand why the man would like to do that at his desk, since the potions the students made usually weren't very safe, but he mentally shrugged and thought that was Snape's problem. "Sit down Potter," Snape said and pointed at the chair in front of the desk. Harry looked at it in dismay but sat down anyway. The chair was thin, and looked pretty old. Then again it could have been brand new a couple of days ago, he couldn't tell because there were some burns on the chair. It had obviously barely survived some kind of fire or explosion. He just hoped he wouldn't get soot on his pants. If Snape noticed his dismay with the chair he didn't mind it, he ignored Harry for a whole five minutes while continuing his examination of the potions on his desk.
Harry let out a bored sigh and bounced one of his legs restlessly. He looked around in the office and looked for something to entertain him, but as usual it was dull and boring, albeit the younger years would think of it as scary. He began to drum his hand on the chair as he waited impatiently. After a few seconds or so Snape looked up with a glare.
"Stop that you imbecile!" he snarled and Harry stopped in surprise. He hadn't even been aware of doing it. "Get started, open the boxes over there and sort the ingredients," Snape told him. Harry stood up and looked around the office. In the far left corner he saw a couple of carbon boxes. He had obviously missed them before. He went over and kneeled down. With a mental sigh he opened them and prepared himself for a long night. Snape murmured something that sounded suspiciously like "If you make any noise Potter I'll kill you." He had probably heard it correct, it was Snape after all. He briefly wondered why Snape hadn't asked him about today's lesson or about the conversation with Blaise. Perhaps Snape wasn't as interested as he first thought. His nose itched when he smelt all the strong herbs in the box. He sat down on his ass on the cold stone floor and ripped off the lids of the boxes and began to sort through the plastic bags with herbs. He grinned when he saw a few of them looked quite suspiciously like marijuana. Since he had been in contact with drugs on the street, he knew very well that those kind of herbs were at least related to the original one. He sneaked a few glances at Snape, and wondered if he could risk stealing one bag and hide it in his pocket, but since Snape stared right back at him he decided against it for obvious reasons.
"Did you find something interesting Potter?" Snape asked as if he could read his mind. Harry shrugged lightly.
"Not really, why, should it be interesting?" he asked nonchalantly. Snape looked at him funny but didn't explode like Harry had expected. Instead Snape rose and went over to him. Harry followed his moves with suspicion. To his surprise Snape sank down on his knees right beside him and reached out his hands and began to dig through the herbs with an almost loving care.
"This Potter," Snape said in a near whisper. "Is one of the strongest and if used incorrectly most lethal calming herbs in the whole world," he finished and Harry raised his eyebrows. So it was smoke after all, he thought.
"What do you do with it, smoke it?" he asked curiously and Snape once again glared at him.
"No Potter, don't you ever listen? I just told you this was a lethal plant if used incorrectly, and smoking it is an incorrect way," he said scathingly.
"Well fine, what's it for then?" Harry asked defiantly as he sat back and leaned his weight on his arms behind him. He didn't like being insulted by Snape. Snape didn't answer at first because he opened a note which had laid in the box. He read it thought quickly. "Incompetents, all of them!" Snape snarled angrily and stood up. He went over to his desk and scribbled something down on a parchment quickly and somehow he managed to call on an owl which came directly and took the note from him. Snape murmured the destination, but Harry could quite hear. Then Snape swirled around and looked at him.
"The herbs are used in a complex potion which indulges a slow death, it doesn't hurt but it slows down the breathing and heart rhythm, so you die peacefully," he explained simply. Harry nodded to show he understood, but he thought it was odd that those kind of ingredients were used inside a school. Once again it seemed like Snape read his mind.
"It's not for school Potter, it's order business and you would do well not to speak about it," Snape said warningly. Harry nodded again. He had no desire to speak about it. He was surprised over himself that he wasn't curious about who they would use the potions on. He didn't think it was cool to kill people, because no matter who you killed you almost always left some relative behind, but then again it was necessary sometimes to use outrageous means.
Snape sat down behind his desk once again and Harry minded his own business. After finishing sorting through the first box, and putting the small plastic bags in various other, smaller, boxes Snape had provided him, he continued on to the other big boxes. In the other box there was some kind of small round brown balls, he wasn't sure of what but they looked like brown peas or something. He picked up one of the bags while standing up so he could get some feelings back in his legs. Unfortunately the bag broke midway, and the pea like things rolled all over the floor.
"Fuck!" he yelled in irritation. Snape looked up at the sound of hundreds of peas splattering all over the floor and rolling around.
"POTTER!" the man roared angrily. Harry turned around and screamed right back.
"WHAT? Do you think it will help matters if you sit there bellowing like and overgrown bat?" he spat out. He was really irritated. His back hurt slightly from sitting on the floor, and he just wanted to fuck. Snape paled when he heard the words.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor!" he said.
"Yeah whatever, I don't give a flying fuck!" Harry said and picked up his wand. He had in mind of summoning all the little devils to him but Snape stopped him with an expelliarmus.
"What the fuck?" he asked annoyed, spinning around to face the man.
"You foolish boy! You could have killed us!" Snape spat at him and Harry glared.
"I'm not that incompetent at magic!" he sneered and crossed his arms over his chest. He dared Snape to argue that. He didn't, but he said something else instead.
"If you paid more attention in class you could have known that spells and Trownie fruits don't mix very well. You could have blown us up!" Snape snarled and looked around on the Trownie covered floor with mixed a feelings. "Just pick them up," he said. "By hand;" he added as Harry knelt down. Harry grumbled in reply and wished this hellish day would be over soon. Very soon, he thought as he watched the peas laying all over the place. "And 10 point for swearing Potter", he heard from behind him. Of course, he thought wryly, aggressively throwing one Trownie in the bag.
An hour later and every Trownie but those underneath Snape's desk had been picked up. Harry was in a shitty mood, Snape hadn't lifted one finger to help him. Then again he didn't expect anything less from Snape. So when he crawled underneath Snape's desk he wasn't surprised to see that Snape didn't move one inch to make things easier for him. As he began to pick up the Trownies he got a devilish idea. He looked up and his face was practically in Snape's privates already. With no hesitation he began to set down the Trownies he had in his hands on the floor. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea or not, probably not, but the itch was getting annoying and he needed to get rid of it as soon as possible. Snape seemed like the perfect victim at the very moment. He might not like the man, but as said before he didn't have a conscience when it came to sex. He usually kept himself to the most good-looking ones, but Snape would do for today. It wouldn't mean a thing for him, and he knew it wouldn't for Snape. Besides, he was in the mind of having some fun with a certain blonde.
At first it seemed like Snape didn't notice the hands carefully unclasping his robes, and Harry soon found out why. He almost groaned in despair when he saw that Snape was one of those persons who wore clothes layer on layer. It will take me a fucking eternity to get through all this, he thought sourly, but clenched his teeth and set to work. By the time Harry managed to get through the robe and the inner robe so only the pants and hopefully briefs were left, Snape noticed that something was going on. Harry would have loved to see the look on Snape's face, but as it were he was busy trying to avoid Snape's spasming leg.
"What the hell Potter?" Snape said from above the desk. He obviously didn't mind his words when he was surprised in this kind of way. Harry grinned naughtily and held on to Snape's legs tightly when the man tried to pull away and perhaps even stand up. With skilled and well-practiced fingers he pulled of the rest of Snape's clothes and got down to business.
"Potter, I'll have you expelled for this!" Snape roared when he realised he couldn't get away. Harry was surpassingly strong like that. Harry smacked his lips and began to lick Snape's till limp cock. It won't stay that way for long, Harry thought confidently. Sure enough, after only a few licks Snape began to show some interest, no matter how many insults Snape was yelling at him from above the desk. Harry continued to stroke and lick until Snape was hard. Harry was surprised to see the proud and slightly red cock stand tall and thick. He had pictured Snape had the long and thin type.
"Potter I'll kill you!" Snape roared and Harry let go of Snape with a wet sound. He lapped the man's thigh causing him to jump.
"Shut up Snape unless you want to attract the entire castle's attention. I intend to fuck you dry, and no matter what the fuck you say I know you want it," he said huskily. His own erection was straining in his pants, and with one hand still stimulating Snape he managed to slip out of both his pants and underwear. Usually he didn't bother wearing boxers or anything like that, but he figured it was best to do so inside Hogwarts.
After getting out of the clothes he slithered out from the desk and up in Snape's lap so they came face to face.
"Hi," he said simply to Snape's gaping face. With a smug look he began to slowly sink down on Snape's erection and Snape closed his eyes with a groan. Harry's smile widened. He loved this part. He too groaned when Snape was fully inside, all the way down to the balls. Harry wriggled a little to find a good position and Snape gasped. The man's breathing was fast and his cheeks were slightly flustered. So he is able to blush, Harry thought absently. He loved having his hole filled, it felt so good. He was almost constantly lubricated because of his job and he had also found a spell that he could keep active for however long he wanted too. It didn't hurt at all to simply be filled without any preparation, and that was the best part. Since no love was involved he didn't want hours of foreplay, he wanted it fast and rough. With that thought in mind he began to bounce up and down and ride Snape mercilessly, while enjoying every second of it. He would deal with all the consequences later.