|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2007-01-02 21:16:00
|Entry tags:||creation: fic, eriador117, rated: nc-17|
Happy Daft Day munanna!
Title: Magister Dominatus
Warnings: Major angst. BDSM, Master/slave, dubious consent
Prompt: Dubious consent, BDSM, First Time, Bottom!Harry, No holding back, I want NC-17, Possessive!Snape, Happy Ending a must! Mating ritual or Bonding Potion/Spell. Basically something bonds them to each other against their will.
Summary: Harry finds a strange book sitting on Snape's desk.
Author's Note: I tried my best, but the happy ending just wasn't happening with this fic. It's more of a bittersweet ending I would say.
Snape. That was the only word on the cover of the dusty book sitting on the teacher's desk. Harry wondered what those thick pages contained and his hands almost itched to undo the clasp and lock binding the book closed. Still wary after the incident with looking into Snape's memories in the Pensieve, he left the book alone and continued scrubbing down the desks and cauldrons as he was supposed to be doing. Another Friday night, another detention.
Snape had left him to his own devices once he'd given Harry his orders, going into his private office to do whatever it was he did in there. The door between the office and the classroom was closed and Harry's mind wandered to that intriguing book again and again. What was in it? Was it a diary or a journal? Did Snape write down his private thoughts in there? Maybe it was Potions recipes, but the book was so dusty that it couldn't have been used very frequently.
Maybe it was Snape's school records. All the things he'd done as a student. His grades, his detentions. Harry guessed that Snape gave out so many detentions because he had so many himself at school and was getting even. It seemed like the sort of thing he would do, getting even like that.
Maybe Snape was a writer and the book contained his novel or poetry. Or maybe he wrote erotica and the book was locked so that no unsuspecting student could read it and be scarred for life. At seventeen, with no more experience than his own hand, Harry very much wanted to be scarred by anything remotely smacking of erotica and he edged closer to the teacher's desk again on his way to the sink to rinse out the last cauldron.
He glanced at the door to the office, it was still shut fast and he had an hour before his detention was due to finish. What did Snape do in there? Harry wasn’t surprised that the professor hadn't supervised every second of his detention. Snape normally gave Harry instructions then went into his office, only returning when Harry's detention was over to check his work and send him on his way.
Harry had been doing this same detention so often that he was rather skilled at cleaning cauldrons and desks these days and as a result, he normally finished his tasks long before his detention was over. He finished rinsing out the last cauldron and hung it back on its hook by the ceiling. What he tended to do once he'd finished his tasks, was to wank while sitting in Snape's chair. There was just something so exciting and forbidden about doing it in the classroom that he was usually half-hard by the time his detention work was finished.
Probably what he should have done was knock on the office door and tell Snape he'd finished and be ready for the man to give him something else to do. Things would have worked out a lot differently if he'd done that.
Harry sat down on the teacher's chair and surveyed the rows of desks in front of him. It was a different perspective from up here; Snape's desk was on a dais and Harry was looking down on the students. Was that a deliberate arrangement?
There was nothing else on the desk except for that book. Harry trailed his fingers in the dust along the cover and traced Snape's name in the gold foil embossing. Would Alohomora even open the lock? Snape probably knew more hexes and jinxes to keep prying eyes out. But if he didn't want anyone to pry, what was the book doing on his desk in full view? Harry tried to reason with himself, but it was pointless really. He'd known as soon as he saw the book that he was going to attempt to open it.
He heard a groan coming from the office and all the blood rushed straight to his prick. Was Snape wanking in there? That's certainly what it sounded like. Breathless moans coming faster and faster. Harry's mind supplied him with an image of the Potions Master loose limbed and sprawled naked in a chair on the other side of a door. No, not naked, he couldn't quite imagine the man unbending enough for that. Harry closed his eyes to better realise the fantasy, helped along by the wonderful sound effects.
Snape sitting on a chair, still fully clothed, touching himself through all those layers. Yes, Harry could imagine that quite well. His own trousers were getting rather tight and he pressed a hand to his groin, rubbing in slow circles, teasing himself. Did Snape get horny during lessons? Is that why he wore so many layers, so no one would notice his erection? Harry's hand was moving frantically across his jean-clad erection now, his imagination running away with him as he imagined the look of bliss on his teacher's face as he pleasured himself.
Harry remembered all the teasing from his friends and classmates when for the past few years he hadn't been too interested in chasing the opposite sex. His libido hadn't really kicked in until he'd defeated Voldemort; Harry guessed there had just been too much on his mind before that but now it was a different story.
Harry thought maybe he was a bit oversexed; he masturbated three or four times every day and his mind was never far from sex. He wondered about Ron and Hermione and if they'd done it yet and what exactly it might entail. Too embarrassed to ask Ron and too worried about offending Hermione he kept his questions to himself. His relatives had never told him anything and when he'd had his first wet dream, he’d thought there was something really wrong with him but an embarrassing check-up with Madam Pomfrey soon put him clear and he left with a fistful of pamphlets and a bemused grin.
They made him more confused than anything, for nowhere in them did it mention the sort of dreams Harry was having. A lot of them made great issues about how to please a woman and what to look for in a girlfriend. The trouble was Harry had no desire to seek out any woman's company; he'd kissed two girls in his life, Cho in fifth year and at the last Yule Ball, he'd kissed Luna goodnight after their date.
He had no desire to repeat the experiences. It was hard chests he dreamed of, not softness. He wanted hard jaws with a hint of stubble, sweat and musk, not flowery scents. There was nothing in the books Madam Pomfrey gave him about two men being together and nothing about two women come to that. Since accidentally discovering Luna and Ginny in the Astronomy Tower trying to suck each other's faces off; he guessed that something happened between women just as he hoped something happened between men too.
It was a man he wanted, but none of his classmates made him feel all fluttery and nervous, not like Snape did. Harry wanted one man – the man on the other side of that door; but how did you go about it? Should he ask him on a date? Somehow Harry couldn't imagine the man taking him to Hogsmeade. Or should he just face up to him and kiss him breathless to let him know he was interested in him?
Harry moved his hand from the book and unbuttoned his jeans, letting his prick spring free. He sighed in relief and trailed his hand along the tip, so damp already. His eyes were drawn again to the book. He gave his prick a teasing squeeze and investigated the lock, half-expecting some sort of alarm to sound as he cast Alohomora on it.
No sirens wailed and the lock fell open, revealing a blank page. Harry turned them all and they were all the same, nothing but blank page after blank page. Uncomfortably reminded of Riddle's diary, he set the book down again and took out a quill from his pocket. There was a little bit of ink left on the nib, just enough to test the book.
Harry Potter he scrawled on the first page and it didn't disappear, but something else happened. The book slammed shut by itself and a disembodied voice floated through the dungeons.
Harry Potter. Bonding accepted and in the next instant Professor Snape came storming out of the office, his face like thunder.
"Potter! You imbecile! You should know better than to write anything in a book you know nothing about! And for Merlin's sake, make yourself decent!"
Harry flushed when he realised his jeans were still unbuttoned. He hastily put himself away and looked at the floor, feeling his eyes sting as he struggled to hold back tears. The man hated him… just because Harry had a silly schoolboy crush on him didn't mean the man returned it.
"We have to see the headmaster, see if he can reverse it."
"Reverse what, sir?" asked Harry, still unable to look at him.
Severus Snape took one look at the cowed student before him and realised that it had started already. The Harry Potter he knew would have been ranting and raving about the unfairness of it all, not sitting there meekly like a lamb to be led to the slaughter. But he was a lamb, Severus' lamb now to do with what he pleased and Severus couldn't stop the shudder of possessive desire that ran through him at the thought that Potter was now his. He shook his head as though to clear it. No, he couldn't do this. It was the magic from the book. Potter was his student. Nothing more.
There was a knock on the door and Severus knew without answering it that it would be the headmaster. The castle was alert to the magic practiced within its walls and the magic in that book hadn't been invoked for centuries.
"Stay there, Potter," ordered Severus as he opened the door to Albus Dumbledore.
"Ah, Severus. It seems the wards think that some unusual magic has taken place in your rooms this evening."
"Yes, Albus. Potter has somehow managed to find my ancestor's Magister Dominatus and signed his name in the book."
"Oh dear. Oh dear… and what happened? Harry?"
"Um, I signed my name and a voice said Bonding accepted. "
"Oh," said Albus. "Then at least one of you must have been willing for this bonding to take place. The magic would not have worked otherwise."
"I assure you that it was none of mine, Albus! He's seventeen! He's my student!"
"Sir? Professor, what does it mean about bonding?"
"You have no idea what you've just done, have you, Potter? That's you all over, isn't it? Dive in feet first with no thought! The Magister Dominatus was a book used by a lot of older Wizarding families in olden times to bind slaves to them. Personal slaves."
The boy's head jerked up, green eyes sparkling with defiance. "Slave? I'm not your slave!"
Severus' groin tightened at the sight; this is why it would be so good. There would always be that small spark of defiance within the boy, despite writing his name in the book.
"Yes you are, Potter. You've signed your name in the Snape Magister Dominatus. You now belong to me, to do with what I see fit."
"That can't be right! I didn't know what the book was!"
"I'm afraid Professor Snape is right, Harry. The magic has been invoked, you now belong to him."
"Belong to him?" Potter's voice was beginning to crack. "What does that mean?"
"It means that you and Severus are now magically bonded, a marriage if you will, but because the book was used to bind slaves and masters together, one of you will be dominant and one of you will be submissive to the other. Since the Magister belonged to the Snape family, it is Professor Snape who will be dominant over you."
"Albus, you cannot be serious! He's a child!"
"I'm not!" retorted Potter vehemently. "I'm seventeen, I'm of age!"
"Now, Severus. There is nothing else to be done. You know as well as I that bonding magics are unbreakable. You will have to teach Harry how to be your subicio, that's all there is to it."
Severus stared at him then at the boy he was now magically bonded to. The magic only worked if at least one of the partners was willing for the bond, usually it was the Master who wanted to bond to a slave, the slave's feelings were never taken into account. Since Severus knew he had never even thought of bonding to the brat, that meant Potter must have been willing for the magic to invoke the bond. Potter was thinking of him like that? Severus remembered how he'd caught him earlier, with his cock hanging out of his trousers. Had he been wanking instead of doing his detention?
"I'll send a house elf along with your things, Harry. You'll be living with Professor Snape now. I'll let the rest of the school know tomorrow, but I suggest both of you take the rest of the weekend to sort things out between you."
Sort things out? Dear Merlin, sort out what? How to teach Potter to be a subicio? Severus' subicio? Until this evening Severus had never thought of Potter as a rather annoying brat and now the magic was playing havoc with him. He wanted Potter as his subicio. Wanted to teach the boy everything.
"You are condoning this, Headmaster?"
"The magic on a