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Over the next few days, Remus didn’t visit Grimmauld Place often and when he did, he hurried into Sirius’s bedroom as soon as Harry appeared downstairs. He seemed a bit disturbed, but Harry didn’t worry too much. After all, Remus had liked the sex as much as he had, if his orgasm had been any indication. The only thing that made Harry a bit uneasy was that Sirius might notice that something was amiss, but Sirius wasn’t the most perceptive person and Remus was bound to stop avoiding Harry sometime. The headaches as well as Harry’s anger rarely lifted these days, but he kept quiet. The last thing he needed was more fuss about his person. If it got too bad, he would owl-order pain potions and see if that helped.
About a week after his encounter with Remus, Dumbledore made a firecall at breakfast to tell Harry and Sirius that there would be another Order conference in the evening. Harry smiled happily, counting all the members he’d have in his hands and waved goodbye at the headmaster, who was surely thinking Harry was glad to be allowed to take part in the meeting at all.
Harry was glad he wasn’t still as naïve as the year before as the meeting turned out to be, once more, a complete waste of time. Snape had information about a man who could or could not be a Death Eater, and the members voted what to do. They decided for waiting, and Harry cursed their stupidity. Better wait and let him kill another few Muggles instead of capturing him and questioning him under Veritaserum; that seemed like a very great plan to Harry. To his shock, Snape agreed with him on the subject, but it wasn’t as if Harry had been allowed to vote, so he had kept his opinions to himself. Damn Snape for thinking like Harry, even though Harry knew he was nothing like him. Snape was disgusting, vicious and cruel and deserved to be punished. Maybe he could head him off on his way to the door when the other ones weren’t looking.
In the end, everybody seemed to get out at once, and Harry had to rely on a trick to keep him behind. He deliberately stomped onto Snape’s foot when he left the meeting room, careful to get the one Fluffy had bitten. Sure enough, Snape winced and threw Harry off his foot and against the wall.
“Potter! Watch where you’re going, you clumsy idiot!” he snarled and turned to leave after the others. Sirius watched their encounter from the front door in alarm.
“Oooh, did I hurt you, Snivellus?” Harry mocked him and grinned. Snape was going to take the bait, he was sure of that.
Sirius’s jaw fell when Harry used the nickname the Marauders had given Snape in school; Harry had told him that he didn’t approve of their taunting. A small smile showed that Sirius thought Harry would take his side in their everlasting conflict. Well, he could think that, as long as Snape stayed.
Slowly, Snape turned towards Harry and looked at him with strangely glittering eyes.
“What – did – you – just – say – Potter?” he snarled and approached Harry, an eerie calm surrounding him, even though the tension in the room was palpable.
“Did I hurt you,” Harry slowly repeated, Snivellus?”
Snape walked towards Harry until he was standing directly in front of him and his ugly yellow teeth were only an inch away from Harry’s mouth. Harry saw Sirius draw his wand behind Snape and swallowed. He knew he could handle Snape alone with the help of the Oath, but the man still radiated power.
“Sirius, leave us alone.”
Sirius was reluctant to leave, but the Oath sent him towards his bedroom.
“Harry, are you sure…?” Sirius quickly asked before he opened the door.
“Yes, go. I’ll be fine,” Harry insisted and waited until the door had closed behind Sirius. Then he stepped away from Snape and entered the meeting room again.
“Come,” he threw over his shoulder, savouring the feeling of being able to give Snape orders.
When he turned to sit at the edge of the table Snape had also arrived and stood before him with gritted teeth. Harry wondered if it was the Oath or his own volition to stand so close. He probably wanted to cow Harry, but that hadn’t worked particularly well before and now Harry was practically invincible – at least for Snape.
“So what now, Snivellus? Do you want to hurt me? Kill me?” Harry asked in a low voice but startled when Snape’s hand shot out and grabbed his throat, pressing hard enough to take away Harry’s breath.
“Stop,” Harry wheezed, glad to hear his voice. He hadn’t expected Snape to forget his wand and fight like a Muggle.
Snape stopped squeezing but didn’t move his hand. His eyes were fixed on Harry, burning, and he wore a slightly mad smile.
“What do you want, Potter?” he hissed, spittle hitting Harry’s mouth. Automatically, Harry dragged his tongue over his lips and fought the sudden urge to giggle at the absence of acid taste he had expected to find.
“I want you on your knees, for a start,” Harry answered truthfully and took Snape’s hand off his throat.
“Get down, onto your knees,” Harry ordered, “and don’t hurt me again.”
Seeing Snape fall to his knees should have felt like a triumph; after all he had done to Harry this served him right and should have satisfied Harry’s thirst for revenge. But it didn’t satisfy him. Instead, Harry felt his cock harden at the picture the dark-haired man made. Even on his knees before Harry he kept his grace and poise, and his burning stare did nothing to cool Harry’s thoughts.
Up to now, Harry’s only wish had been to humiliate him but, so far, Snape didn’t seem particularly humiliated, and Harry could think of a better use for that position. He had to admit though that he was afraid of what Snape might do to him if he didn’t word his orders carefully and left him room for action. Remus might run from him, but Snape was more the attacking kind of person and would probably flay him alive if he made one single mistake.
“And now, Potter?” Snape asked ironically. “What would you have me do next?”
Harry felt his arousal turn to anger. How dared he mock him, even now that he was under Harry’s control? Harry roughly opened his trousers with his left hand and pulled out his cock, digging his right into Snape’s hair.
“Suck me,” he said with a grim smile. He wanted to hurt him, soil him, make him shut up for once. Snape obediently opened his mouth and, in a surprisingly gentle move, enveloped Harry’s cock in the warm heat. Glad for the table supporting his weight, Harry leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the soft sucking on his cock. When he opened them again, the burning eyes were still directed at him. Steadying himself with one hand against Harry’s thigh, Snape increased the rhythm of the sucking and started to move his tongue. Harry grabbed the table for support just in time to keep from falling to the floor when his knees gave out.
He had never been on the receiving end of a blowjob before and had had no idea it could feel this incredible. The pleasure grew more intense with every second and Harry suspected he wouldn’t last very long.
He watched Snape – who had not lowered his eyes for one second – move his tongue around his cock, licking and stroking just the right spots. Harry’s thirst for revenge melted with every lick, and when Snape pulled down Harry’s trousers a bit to touch his balls, he completely forgot about the vow and humiliation and just enjoyed the sensation. His fingers were more petting than gripping Snape’s hair now, he noticed, but he didn’t care enough to harden his touch.
Harry was nearly coming when he felt Snape’s hand glide between his legs, back to his arse, and he reflexively lifted his hips off the table to give him better access. Rubbing and pushing a finger against his hole, Snape increased the sucking again when Harry began to moan and erratically thrust into his mouth until his body shook and he emptied himself into Snape’s throat.
Too late, Harry realised Snape was forced to swallow his come because of Harry’s order, but Snape didn’t seem particularly perturbed. He swallowed until Harry had stopped shaking and spurting and tapped lightly on Harry’s leg afterwards, to remind him to remove the order.
“You may stop,” Harry sighed, still panting for air. Snape let go of his cock and licked his lips. He also removed his hand, which attracted Harry’s attention. He hadn’t ordered Snape to use his hand, so he must have touched him voluntarily. This was strange and completely thwarted Harry’s plans, yet he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“How does raping a teacher feel, Mister Potter?” Snape’s rough voice cut into his musings. Despite his harsh words, he sounded unimpressed.
“This wasn’t rape,” Harry answered lightly, “you enjoyed it.”
“I was not asked,” Snape hissed. “That’s enough for Azkaban for you.”
“Don’t ever tell anyone of anything that happened in this room today,” Harry ordered. “There. No Azkaban for me. Nobody outside the Order even knows of the Oath as far as I know.”
Snape’s eyes glittered. He really was astonishingly ugly, yet so intense that Harry would almost describe him as attractive.
“Very Slytherin of you, Mr. Potter. What are you going to do with me now? Fuck me? Are you man enough to do that?” Snape sneered. He was shifting on his knees; apparently his position was becoming less than comfortable.
Harry shook his head. Although he had only ever had sex once before, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t like it. He had enjoyed Remus’ cock in his arse and he wanted more of that; he wanted to be thoroughly fucked and not to have to worry about technique or finesse. Although he suspected Snape wouldn’t worry about that either.
“I want you to fuck me,” Harry stated, and pink tinged his cheeks when he said it aloud.
Snape raised an eyebrow.
Harry noticed this could just be seen as a statement and hurried to add an order.
“Fuck me.”
This sounded even worse. Snape still just looked at him and Harry wanted the earth to swallow him.
“Either you let me stand up or you need to come down,” Snape finally said with a sigh. “Don’t make this harder than it is, Potter.”
That broke the awkward moment and Harry regained his wits. He wasn’t here as Snape’s student, he was here to have his fun.
“Stand up,” he said, more self-confidently, “and prepare me.”
Snape stood, took Harry’s arm and spun him around so he could rest his upper body on the table. He roughly pulled down Harry’s trousers. Then Harry heard him whisper an incantation and felt cool, slick wood probe at his entrance.
He bore down and the slender wand easily slid in a few inches, lubricating his insides.
Snape seemed to enjoy himself; he twirled the wand and drew it in and out and then used his fingers until Harry was panting again and his arse loosened enough to take a cock.
“Stop, that’s enough,” Harry said and looked behind him to see dark eyes focussed on his.
“Fuck me now.”
“As you wish,” Snape answered ironically and after a moment Harry felt a blunt piece of flesh nudging his arse. Then Snape slid into him with one forceful thrust, and Harry had to bite down a scream of pain. Snape’s cock felt huge in him, and the rough fabric of his trousers was rubbing against Harry’s balls. Snape had placed his hands on the table on either side of Harry and was starting to pull out again. It hurt so much, Harry was afraid he’d take his insides out with him. His thrust back in was only marginally better. When Snape lifted Harry’s hips and pushed him onto the table, he hit his prostate, melting Harry’s leg muscles even more.
Snape took his legs into his hands and used them to pull Harry’s arse back onto his cock and push him away again. The pain was almost gone, and Harry could enjoy the friction Snape’s cock created and the way his own cock was rubbed against the surface of the table every time Snape thrust into him.
Harry bit into the sleeve of his jumper to muffle the moans and cries that were threatening to escape him. The fact that Sirius was in his room didn’t mean he wasn’t listening at the wall, and while all the noise Snape was making were small grunts, Harry could not, didn’t want to contain himself like that.
When Harry felt his orgasm nearing, Snape suddenly pulled him off the table, cock still inside him, and sat down on a chair with Harry on his lap. He lifted Harry with surprising ease and let him slide down again, hitting his prostate with every fall.
Harry moved to take hold of his cock but his hand was batted away and he felt magic envelop him and take over lifting him while Snape used his hands to stroke him in time with the magical movements. Trembling, Harry cried out and emptied himself into Snape’s hands in slow spurts. He sank back against Snape’s chest with a sigh.
“Don’t stop yet,” Harry whispered, wanting to feel Snape come inside him.
Snape didn’t seem to have any intention to do so. He ended the wandless spell and took Harry into his strong arms, holding him close while he quickly thrust a few more times upwards until he started to shake. Harry felt warm liquid fill his arse and trickle down his legs.
“You may stop,” he said, allowing Snape to stop the slow rocking the spell had forced him to keep up after he had come.
They sat in silence, and for a while the only sounds in the room were their irregular breaths, slowing down and falling into the same rhythm. Then Harry slowly stood and let Snape’s softened cock slide out of his arse. A few more drops of come dribbled down his thighs but Harry didn’t care; he liked the wet feeling, and, judging by the lazy grin on Snape’s lips, he liked the look of it.
Harry smiled at him. “I still don’t like you.”
“Imagine,” Snape answered, unfazed. “I don’t like you either, Potter, if that’s your concern.”
“Just wanted to make it clear,” Harry said nonchalantly.
Snape sighed and vanished the mess of come and sweat on his prick and clothes with a wave of his hand. Then he quickly buttoned up his robe and stood.
“Get decent, Potter. If your dogfather finds you like that, he will very likely expire instantly, thinking of what went on here,” he sneered.
Harry smiled and dragged a sticky hand through his ruffled hair. “Speaking of what went on here: don’t tell anyone.” He put on his trousers and looked for his glasses; he had lost them some time between the blowjob and the fucking.
Snape casually lifted his right hand, glasses dangling from his index finger. Harry took them and thanked Snape with a farce of a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Harry left without a glance back. Upstairs in his room he realized that with Snape, this game was more interesting than he would have thought before. He wasn’t even tempted to try the rest of the Order; one Snape was quite enough to handle. Harry’s anger had evaporated somewhere along the way. It was interesting that Snape had neither seemed cowed by Harry’s power, imparted by the Oath, nor guilty about fucking his student.
After a few minutes of daydreaming, Harry called Hedwig, and the white owl flew down from the wardrobe to the table he was sitting at. Quickly, he took some parchment and scribbled a few words on it.
“Here, girl. You know Snape, find him, wherever he is.”
Hedwig let him tie the parchment to her leg, nipped him fondly and took off through the window Harry was holding open for her.
*
From: Harry Potter
To: Severus Snape
S.,
Detention, please?
H.