shadowess (shadowess) wrote in santas_lap, @ 2009-11-30 02:14:00 |
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Posting Starts Today!!!
Yay it's time for Posting! So authors and artists you are free to post anytime between now and December 25th
So get us all warmed up here is a gift from eriador117 who unfortunately couldn't participate this time around but wrote this amazing fic to make up for it. Thank you eriador117!
Title: Educating Harry 1/1
Author: eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
A/N: A small gift For Shadowess to make up for not being able to do the santas_lap fest this year :)
Summary: Students are taught a different type of magic at Hogwarts.
Warnings: Chan, teacher/student, discussions of D/s.
The whispers had been going on for days as well as the grins and knowing looks from the Upper years. All Harry and the rest of the fourth years knew was that as well as preparations for the Yule Ball, they were to have a special exam. Since the ordinary classes' winter exams had all been cancelled due to the Triwizard Tournament, all of them were curious as to what this exam could be. What would they be tested on? Even Fred and George wouldn't tell them and the twins were usually the first to spill the beans on everything and anything.
On the Friday morning when the exam was to take place all of the fourth years were told to stay behind in the Great Hall after breakfast. Harry felt so sick with worry he'd barely managed a slice of toast. He never did well with exams, even when he knew what he was supposed to be revising.
Once the tables had been cleared of breakfast things Professor Dumbledore waved his wand so that the large tables disappeared. In their stead, he conjured four rows of single tables and chairs to accommodate all the fourth year students. Each Head of House took up position at the top of each row and waved their students into the chairs.
"This exam is confidential," said Professor McGonagall as she began to hand out rolled-up parchments. "It is specially designed to find you the best tutor for your subject. Your parchments are spelled so that you can only tell the truth in your answers so we can find out what that is. There will be no names on any of the papers, just numbers so it is all very private. Only you and your matched tutor will ever know what you answered and both of you will be bound never to speak of it except to each other. We ask that you do not reveal your answers or who your tutor is even to your friends. Some things are best kept between yourselves. There is no time limit for this exam, but we'd prefer if you can manage to finish before lunchtime. You may begin and turn over your papers."
Harry took out his quills and inks before he turned over his paper. There were surprised gasps all around the room including from him.
Hogwarts Extended Curriculum. Sexual Education incorporating Magical Practice and Theory.
No wonder the twins wouldn't tell them what it was! Sex magic! Harry thought that had just been a rumour, not that it was a real subject. Harry squirmed in his chair as he read through some of the questions. They really needed to know all that? How did they decide on who was the best match? Who decided? Dear Merlin, was the Headmaster going to read through all of these to pick their teacher. No, that couldn't be right. Hadn't McGonagall just said that only the tutor and student would know what the answers were? It must be some sort of magic contained within the parchment.
Harry sucked the end of his quill and started filling in his first page.
Please fill in blanks where required or circle multiple-choice answers. There are no wrong answers, just your answers.
Sex of student: Male
If given a preference, would you prefer a male or female instructor:
Harry had never given it much thought before but if someone was going to tutor him in sex magic he would prefer it to be a man. Imagine getting stuck with McGonagall or Trelawney! Mind you, he might end up with Flitwick or Hagrid if he went for male, but that was better than a woman. Harry wrote male then underlined it three times for good measure.
What would you consider to be your sexual preference?
Girls Boys Both Unsure
Harry took a while to answer. The parchment may only have allowed him to write the truth, but he had to know the truth in the first place. For a long time he thought he'd liked girls; he'd had a crush on Cho Chang and he knew he admired her skills as a Seeker. When he discovered Cedric had already asked her to the Yule Ball, Harry had been jealous, but as the weeks went by he came to an unexpected conclusion. He wasn't jealous of Cedric, he was jealous of Cho going to the ball with such a handsome boy. It was in his dreams that the truth lay. In his dreams he was enamoured of hard chests and cocks, not flowery scents. Harry's quill hovered over unsure, but then as if on its own volition it zoomed across to boys. Harry had his answer.
He turned the page, his eyes goggled. There was a wizarding picture of two men snogging. Harry stared at it then stared some more, his trousers becoming uncomfortable. He shifted in his chair and glancing around the room, he noticed a lot of his classmates doing the same. He wondered if all the pictures were the same or did everyone have something different depending on their preferences.
Please list your current sexual experience. If a virgin, please indicate how frequently you masturbate and whether or not you consider your libido to be high, low or medium.
Harry flushed. Good grief, how could he write that? Harry dearly hoped that there was indeed some magical way of choosing their tutors and that the Headmaster or his Head of House didn't need to read all these answers. Well, it wasn't as though his name was on it, he was just a number on a piece of parchment for now. That would all change once they'd been assigned their tutor though. Harry took a deep breath and started scribbling his answers down. It was quite freeing to be so anonymous and it wasn't long before his hand was cramping from all his writing. If he was going to have to learn sex magic he was going to get the best damn tutor he could. His answers flew from his quill and by the end of it Harry felt he'd learnt a lot more about himself than he would ever have thought possible.
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On a Saturday morning a week before the Christmas hols were due to start, every fourth year student at Hogwarts found an envelope sitting beside their breakfast plate. Harry's stomach lurched as he saw his name in an elegant script.
"Oh! It must be our tutors!" Hermione said in a breathless voice. "The paper was so interesting, wasn't it?"
Ron flushed and grabbed hold of his envelope, glaring at her. "We're not supposed to discuss it! It's private!" Ron climbed over the bench and stalked out of the hall. Ron must have been upset to miss breakfast.
Harry tucked his parchment in his robe pocket and served himself some breakfast. He knew he would be too nervous to eat anything if he'd read it first but after half a bowl of cornflakes and a slice of toast he knew he wasn't going to be able to manage anything else right now. He was far too curious. Nodding at Hermione, Harry took his leave and went to the bathroom next to the Great Hall so he could read his letter in private.
Two minutes later Harry had to grip the edge of the sink as he realised who he'd been paired with. Snape. Snape was his best bet? Oh dear God, did that mean that Snape knew Harry's answers? Knew that Harry dreamed of being bound, being overpowered by someone else? This would be Snape's dream come true, wouldn't it? James Potter's son at his mercy. Harry knew enough about the magical world now to know that there was no going back, there was no changing his mind or his answers. It had been the same when his name came out of the Goblet of Fire even though Harry hadn't put his name in it. No, Harry would just have to grin and bear it because there was no other choice.
Fifteen minutes later Harry made his way to the dungeon corridor and knocked on Snape's office door. He wiped his clammy hands on the front of his robes as he waited for it to open. Snape pulled the door aside and waved him in, but for once the man wasn't glowering in Harry's direction.
"Mr. Potter. Please take a seat," Snape said. Harry gaped at him. Snape had said 'please'! Harry had never heard Snape be so polite to anyone before. Once Harry was seated, Snape cast silencing and warding charms on the door before bolting it too. Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. He felt like a fly that had been caught in a spider's web. "Thank you for seeing me so promptly. Would you like some tea or coffee before we discuss your lessons? Or perhaps something cold?"
"Um, no thanks, sir. I've just had breakfast."
Snape nodded, as if had expected that. "Potter, Hogwarts takes the sexual education of young wizards and witches very seriously, especially sex magic. I am hoping that we can put our normal animosity behind us for these lessons for they are very important. If you feel you cannot work with me we can see about arranging another tutor for you. Sex magic only works if both partners are willing."
Harry had no idea what to think. This man who was sitting opposite him seemed so different to the Potions professor who mocked Harry in class and delighted taking points from Gryffindor at every opportunity. Could Harry take lessons from him? Lessons in sex? Would Snape use that as another way to humiliate Harry in front of the Slytherins? Harry's stomach plummeted at the thought.
"I don't know," Harry admitted. "But aren't we supposed to be the best match from the test?"
"Indeed, Mr. Potter. If it would put your mind at rest, nothing that takes place in these lessons will ever be revealed to anyone else. Sex magic is very powerful, but it is also very private. Some people are more suited to it than others. Not everyone can do sex magic. An important part of your lessons will be to discover that very thing."
"If you promise you won't tell anyone else what we do, then I think we ought to stick with each other."
"Very well, Harry. That is acceptable."
"You called me Harry."
"I thought it would be best to be a little more informal for these particular lessons. Would you like to call me Severus?"
"Um, that would feel a bit weird. Can I still call you 'sir'?"
Snape smiled, the first real smile Harry had ever seen from him. "Ah, yes. From your paper I gather you have some submissive tendencies, Harry. We will be able to explore that further in our lessons too. It is usual in that situation for the submissive partner to have a safeword."
"What is that, sir?"
"A safeword will be used to stop any sexual situation that you are not comfortable with. Say that word and I will stop what we are doing. We will discuss what made you uncomfortable and perhaps we might try it again once you have considered it. But if you really dislike it, we won't."
"How do I know what I'll like? I've never – um – I've never really done anything."
"As your dominant and teacher, it would be up to me to lead and test your boundaries. You may find yourself liking things you had never considered before."
"Oh. And my word can be anything I want?"
"Yes, but it's best that you decide on something you are unlikely to shout out in the throes of passion."
Harry blushed. His forays into self-pleasure had always been quiet, a furtive rub under the covers of his bed when his dorm mates were sleeping. "Um. Quidditch? My word is Quidditch."
"Very well, Harry. Follow me."
Snape stood up and made his way to a door at the back of the office, which Harry was almost sure he hadn't seen when he'd first entered the room. His heart beat a nervous tattoo against his ribs as he followed his professor to the door. Snape pushed it open and ushered Harry inside with his hand on the small of Harry's back. Harry swallowed on seeing what the room contained. A bed. A very large bed which was all Harry could focus on. He caught glimpses of other furniture out of the corner of his eyes but his gaze was held by the enormous four-poster draped in black velvet hangings which were embroidered with hundreds of tiny silver stars. The black velvet coverlet had two large coiled snakes, which moved and hissed at Harry.
{Welcome, little one. Are you his new mate?}
{Yeah. I suppose I am.}
{Good. He has been too long without a mate. He needs someone to make him happy.}
When the snakes stopped speaking, Harry glanced behind him and to find Snape staring at him, his eyes glittering. Harry's face heated at the intensity of the gaze. Snape was looking at Harry the way Ron looked at desserts. "Um," Harry said, feeling his blush deepen.
"Have you ever been kissed before?" Snape asked, his eyes drawn to Harry's lips. Harry looked up at him, licking his lips. "No, sir," he whispered, his eyes widening. "Do – do you want to kiss me?"
"Oh, yes, Harry. I would like to kiss you very much."
Harry stepped close to him, panting harshly, his chest heaving. No one had ever looked at Harry that way before. His cock firmed up against the zip of his uniform trousers and if he'd been alone in his dorm, Harry knew he would have had to touch himself long before this. Was - was Snape going to touch him there? A strangled whimper emerged from Harry's throat as Snape just kept staring at him. "Please!" Harry's body arched towards that of his professor but still Snape made no move to kiss or touch him.
"But first, that Gryffindor robe will have to go."
"Yes, sir," Harry said Harry unclasped his robe and folded it neatly before setting it on the edge of the bed. He turned back to Snape, waiting eagerly for something to happen. This Snape was nothing like the Snape in Potions and Harry wondered if Snape had given these lessons to anyone else. The jealousy in his breast surprise him at just the thought of it.
"We both need to be comfortable," Snape said before he crossed to the bed. Harry caught a scent of sandalwood and cloves as the man's voluminous teaching robes brushed past him. Snape moved Harry's robe to one side and sat down on the bottom of the bed on the other. He widened his legs and beckoned Harry forward with his fingers.
Harry was a swift learner; he stepped into the gap made by Snape's legs and pressed his hands on Snape's shoulders. This way, neither of them would have to lean too far up or too far down in order to kiss. Snape didn't ask him to remove the tie, instead, Snape tugged on it and brought Harry closer to him, Harry's cock pressing against his abdomen. "Ahh!" Harry cried out, his fingers clawing at Snape's shoulders as he felt all that delicious friction against his cock.
"I do not share what is mine, Harry. During these lessons until you leave school, you will belong to me. You will not kiss anyone else and you will certainly not share your body with them. Your body is mine to do with as I please, when I please. I could ask you to strip naked in Potions and suck my cock and you would do it, wouldn't you?"
"Yes!" Harry gasped, his eyes closing, his head arched back. "Please, sir! Anything!"
Snape smiled up at him and caressed Harry's cheek. Harry arched into the touch, his toes curling. He had never been touched like this before; the Dursleys tried to avoid touching him as much as possible. Vernon used a belt when he meted out Harry's punishments and if Petunia was impatient to wait for Vernon to get home, she would use a wooden spoon. Nothing skin to skin. Nothing that made him so connected to another person.
Both of Snape's hands moved and pushed against the small of Harry's back, pressing them both even closer together. There was barely a breath of air between them. Snape lifted his head, Harry lowered his as they kissed for the first time. Harry's eyes fluttered close as he felt the press of lips against his. Snape's lips had looked thin but during the kiss they felt full and soft. Harry moaned and angled his body closer, wanting to get more. Snape held him firmly, using his lips to tease and stroke Harry's.
Harry wanted to rub and thrust, his prick was aching so much. It felt wonderful to be kissed at the same time as there was friction on his cock. Snape kept kissing him; his mouth opening and closing as he stole the breath from Harry's body. Harry matched him kiss for kiss, lick for lick, his jaw aching and his cock pulsing. His hips could stay still no longer and as they kissed he rubbed up against his professor like a dog in heat. Even through their clothes Harry could feel the heat building between them but he was feeling too good for it to stop so they could undress.
When Snape's tongue eased past his mouth and tangled with his own, Harry was lost. He spurted hot and wet in his underwear, his whole body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Snape held him through it, suckling hard on Harry's tongue until Harry had calmed somewhat. Harry pulled his mouth away, desperate for air. He leant his forehead against Snape's until his breathing and heartbeat evened out. His underwear was a sticky, damp mess but Harry had never felt better in his life.
"I was surprised that happened so soon, Harry."
"Sorry," Harry mumbled, his face heating with shame.
"Don't ever be sorry for a genuine reaction. I'm glad you're so responsive to me. That bodes well for the rest of our lessons. Why don't you take a shower and get cleaned up for lunch? I will see you next Saturday and every Saturday after that."
"Um – are you – do you want me to touch you?" Harry asked shyly, for Snape's erection was tenting the front of his robe.
"Not today, Harry. We can build up to that. Rest assured that you will get to touch me as much as you want soon."
"I'll look forward to it," said Harry, kissing Snape again.
THE END