A few hours later, Harry was knocking on the door to the office across the corridor from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The corridor was completely deserted, with no House common rooms on this floor and most everyone either enjoying the romantic snowfall or getting ready for the Valentine's feast. Unlike Snape, Rogers made a point of answering his door.

"Harry, I'm glad you could come." The older wizard said, opening the door wider as his eyes landed on the Seventh Year in the corridor. He stepped aside. "Please, come in."

Harry stepped into the room, smiling. "Thank you, Professor."

"Caedus, Harry, please," Rogers corrected him gently, closing the door.

"Uh, right, sorry, forgot," The Gryffindor murmured uncomfortably. "I have to tell you, I've put a lot of thought into your offer, and-"

"That's not why I asked you here, Harry."

The seventeen-year-old turned to look at the man. "But, that's what you said in your note."

Rogers smirked, leaning back against the door. "I lied." He said simply. "The reason you're here is because the time for repayment has come. It's time to pay me back for all the time I've spent on you and your friends, Harry."

Harry frowned. "I-I don't understand, Sir."

The Defense Master took a step forward, and Harry had to force himself to stay where he was rather than back away. "I think you do. I've seen the way you look at me, and why shouldn't you? I'm a handsome man, and you're a sexually active young adult."

Harry did step back now, with each step the man took towards him. "I don't-I haven't…What are you talking about?"

"There's no sense in denying it, Harry," Rogers said, his voice low as he continued advancing towards the Gryffindor. "I've felt it, too. That's why I asked you to come today. The most romantic day of the year, what better time to satisfy our carnal urges?"

"Romantic…carnal urges?!" Harry repeated, his breath quickening. "Sir, I don't know what you think, but I don't have any such feelings for you." He continued to back away, shifting to the side to try and get around the well-built Defense Master.

Rogers missed a step, then bared his teeth in a wretched sneer. "No matter, Harry. If you'll recall, you said that you would do anything that I asked, in return for those extra lessons. I told you, the time has come for repayment, and this is my fee."

Harry felt fear curl like a snake in his stomach, but he ignored it and stood firm. He straightened to his full height. "No."

Large hands grabbed his collar and slammed him back against the wall he hadn't even realized he'd been standing near. His head bounced painfully off the stone blocks.

"I didn't ask," Rogers whispered, his face less than an inch from Harry's.

The Wizarding Savior turned his head as the man leaned in further, pinning the seventeen year old against the wall bodily. Rogers shifted his legs to give his hand room as it slid between their bodies, and Harry saw an opening. He jammed his knee up into the man's groin, causing the man to back away, doubled over in pain. Harry struggled to orient himself, his head spinning from striking the unforgiving stone. He took a few steps forward as Rogers continued to groan with pain.

"You stupid son of a bitch," The Defense Master growled, straightening. "No one denies me."

Harry was caught off guard when the back of a hard, heavy hand slammed into the side of his face, sending him reeling into the wall, where his head hit the stone ten times harder than it had before. He immediately felt the warm trickle of blood over his temple. Rogers grabbed him by the throat and slammed him up against the wall. Harry clawed at the large hand, gasping for air. He felt his feet leave the floor as he was slid up the wall, and tried to harder to break free.

"Stop fighting!" The man roared. It startled Harry enough to make him freeze. "It's so much better when I don't have to use magic to bind you. Relax, you'll enjoy it. They always do."

The hand not on Harry's throat slid down his belly to cup his shrunken manhood through his robes and jeans. The fingers started to massage him gently, and Harry felt the snake in his belly begin to uncoil angrily. He could already feel his magic start to whip around him, out of control. Fear he could deal with, he'd spent most of his childhood cowering in fear, but he had learned rage when he'd come to the Wizarding World. It had saved his life more than once. He fed that rage now, and when Rogers' hand started to unbutton the lower half of his robes, he let it out the only way he knew how.

"No!" His magic lashed out suddenly, ripping Rogers off of him and throwing the larger man against the opposite wall.

Harry gasped desperately, falling to his knees as he coughed and sucked air into his starved lungs. His vision swam as he looked over at the prone body a few feet away. Rogers wasn't moving, and there was blood running over what Harry could see of his face. Harry, panicking, struggled to his feet and made for the door. He raced out, and down the corridor, wanting to get as far away as possible.

A/N: Bad luck for Harry. I didn't plan for this to be the thirteenth chapter, it happened wholly by accident…a nice and naughty little accident, though, don't you think?