Fic: Point taken (HP/SS)
Title: Point taken Author: zalil_z Pairing: HP/SS Rating: NC-17 Warnings: *non-con, chan* Summary: Harry wants to find out what Snape is up to. Sneaking about the school after hours he gets more information than required… Prompt: 42 - It's strange what the Room of Requirement can provide.... Author Note: Many thanks to my great beta, Màxim!
Snape stormed around the corner, and Harry followed him silently under his cloak. When he had spotted the dot “Severus Snape” moving up from the dungeons on his map, Harry had thrown on his cloak and hurried along to follow the grumpy Potions Master. These days, he was even grumpier than usual, and Harry had heard him mouth off to Dumbledore a few times in front of the students too. He also treated his students worse than ever. Last week he had reduced Caitlin Thomas, one of his own Slytherins, to tears because she had added one too many ounces of dragonflies to her potion. And Snape looked at Harry funnily sometimes, when he thought nobody was watching. It was very suspicious.
Harry strongly suspected that it had something to do with Voldemort. Maybe Dumbledore had lost his grip on the teacher. Had he turned to Voldemort again? Harry might only be thirteen years old, but he noticed things, and he wanted to know what was going on with Snape. What was he doing on the seventh floor, anyways? Harry stopped just in time to avoid a collision when Snape suddenly turned around and walked a few steps back towards him. Had he been spotted? Harry pressed himself against the wall and waited while Snape turned back and took a few steps up the corridor again.
Suddenly something poked Harry in the back, and he saw Snape staring directly at him. Fuck. How had he known this time that Harry was after him? Turning to the wall, Harry noticed that a door had appeared behind him. He exhaled silently. Snape had been looking at the door. His relief didn’t last long, however, for Snape was barging towards him with large steps. Apparently he wanted to enter the room behind the door. Shit.
One second, then two passed in slow motion as Harry considered his options. Rushing away from the door was likely to cause noise, and Snape would probably hex him three ways to Sunday before he could say anything to defend himself. Staying there would lead to Snape running into him, and that wasn’t an option either. Harry quickly ducked when Snape reached towards the door handle and quietly slipped into the room when the door opened –luckily – to the inside.
*******
Snape fumed. He had enough. Dumbledore treated him like a slave lately, had him brew a ridiculous number of potions at once in his “free” time, had him meet the most dangerous wizards to gather information (Lucius Malfoy, for example) in his “sleeping” time, had him teach the most imbecilic children that he had ever had the misfortune to meet (Draco Malfoy, for example) and, on top of all that, would not even allow him a private wank at the end of a very exhausting day. No, Dumbledore had to Floo in without invitation or even announcement and lecture him about the inappropriateness of Snape’s discomfort at being discovered half-naked and with his hands down his pants. After all, it was only natural. Everyone did it. Now, don’t look like that, Severus. Snape had held tightly on to his cock, which had had to suffer the manifestation of his need to strangle his oldest friend.
After that, he hadn’t been in the mood to be disturbed again and had decided to take a cold shower and be done with it. But then he’d had an idea. What he needed was a place where you couldn’t Floo in, a place that provided whatever comfort he wished for – he needed the Room of Requirement.
He stormed up the stairs as fast as he could, with a hard-on constricted by his trousers and the desperate hope that none of the students had discovered the room and was putting it to use.
*******
Harry pressed against the wall behind the door and watched Snape enter and slam the door behind him. The room was dimly lit and rather small compared to other rooms in Hogwarts. Sofas in dark red velvet were scattered around the room, and Snape sank onto one of them with a sigh. Harry sneaked around Snape on his tiptoes, carefully avoiding to trip over the long cloak. He wanted to see what Snape planned to do here. Did he want to meet someone?
Slowly, Harry arranged his cloak around him so he could silently slip onto a couch and remain sitting while he watched Snape.
When Snape vanished the door with a wave of his hand, Harry got a bad feeling about his mission. Maybe he should have trusted Dumbledore instead of trying to investigate on his own, as usual. Well, he would have to wait until Snape left.
Snape didn’t look as if he would leave soon, however. In fact, he did everything to get comfortable. *Very* comfortable, Harry noticed in distress. Snape had thrown off his robes, opened his black shirt and trousers and slipped his hands into a region Harry didn’t want to think about. He blushed. Oh God, what had he gotten himself into! He hoped Snape wasn’t waiting for someone else... Harry was only thirteen but more than two years in a dormitory had taught him everything he wanted to know about sex. Not that anyone had touched him – he was a boy after all, and according to Aunt Petunia, homosexual relations were the most abominable thing. He turned his mind back to the scene before him and almost fell off the couch.
Snape had taken his cock out of his trousers and stroked it leisurely. Harry had to admit that he looked impressive like that, leaning back on his elbows and displaying the muscles on his stomach through the open shirt. He tried not to stare at the cock and failed miserably. It looked huge, with rosy veins emerging on the shaft every time Snape pulled his hand down and his balls lifting just a bit when he pulled it back up. Harry looked away. He didn’t want to admire Snape’s cock. It was very, very wrong.
Suddenly a small jar, filled with a transparent liquid, appeared next to Snape. Harry wondered what it was. In the same moment a writing appeared on the jar: “lubrication”. He blushed again but didn’t bother to look away as Snape took some up with his fingers and smeared it over his cock. According to the sighs that left his mouth, the lubrication made the experience even more enjoyable. Harry wondered where he could get some lubrication of his own. His own trousers had become rather constricting too, he noticed suddenly, and he tried to will his hard-on away.
He was aroused because he watched Snape wank. That was unacceptable, but - by Aunt Petunia’s standards - he was already unacceptable, so it wouldn’t make much of a difference. As silently as possible, Harry opened his trousers and took out his own cock, wishing he had some of the lubrication. When it came flying towards him, Harry froze.
***
Snape sank down onto one of the sofas with a sigh. Finally alone. He made the room close the door and took off his robes. No more Albus, no more children, finally just him and his hard-on. He unbuttoned his shirt and freed the desperate cock from the tight confines of his trousers, thinking about all the Malfoys he had had to deal with today. Draco would become just as dark an angel as his father proved to be – beautiful and seductive, but cruel and lethal if you didn’t watch them.
Draco was in the age to test his sexuality now, and Snape had to do everything he could to keep him in control. He had had his share of sex with Malfoys and wasn’t interested anymore – not that Draco had any idea where his flirting was leading. He was too blunt to be interesting, too smooth to tempt an experienced man. Now, Harry Potter, that boy was a challenge. Defiant and passionate and so easily infuriated… Snape smiled and started to stroke his cock firmly.
It was nice to see Potter’s cheeks redden when Snape taunted the Gryffindor for another point lost; the blazing eyes made him wonder whether he would have to chain the little urchin to the bed if he were to touch him... Well, not in this life. Albus kept too close a look on his students for Snape to risk touching him. Potter wouldn’t snitch, he could ensure that – he knew how to take a Potter by his pride. But still there was the risk that Albus would notice that something was amiss with the boy or even catch them in the act (like today, he added with a mental grumble)! The Headmaster would have his hide for such a monstrosity. Sighing, he ordered lubrication and slowly coated his cock with it, imagining young Potter at his mercy.
He would threaten him with something spectacularly stupid and banal, like expulsion, and see if he bought it. Being the young hero he was, he would take on all the responsibility, disregard all the authorities he could turn to and try to please Snape to fulfil his part of the deal.
Suddenly the lubricant flew a few feet away and smacked against something solid. *Fuck!* Someone had to be there. Against his better judgement, Snape threw himself onto the spot where the lube had bumped off and landed on a scared, silent Harry Potter.
For a moment, Snape was speechless. Had the Room given him a Harry Potter because he had wished for one? But this one was wearing his father’s cloak, so it had to be the real one. Impatiently, Snape tore the cloak fully off the boy and threw it to the side. Grabbing the boy by his shoulders, he shook him until his teeth clattered.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing here, Potter?” he snarled, quickly recovering from his shock and trying to prevent a nasty smile from creeping onto his lips.
***
Oh dear. What kind of answer did he expect?
‘I’m watching you wank’ was not an option. Harry hoped Snape wouldn’t notice the bulge in his trousers. He was still hard and someone –especially this someone– touching him didn’t help the problem much. For a moment Harry wondered what would happen if Snape did notice his erection. Would he give him detention and send him away, or would he let him stay, touch him even? Or was he already as good as expelled? Harry pushed those fantasies away and tried not to fall apart under Snape’s hard glare. He would be well off if he survived this evening in one piece.
Snape, Snape, Snape. Bad, scary, ugly Snape. The problem was that it didn’t matter to Harry that he was ugly. He had a huge cock, and right now it was pointing directly at Harry. He reached out and grasped it in one hand, thrilled and completely oblivious to the fact that Snape was still waiting for an answer.
He was so nervous that he didn’t even notice how different it felt from his own in his hands. Awkwardly, Harry moved his hand up and down – he supposed it was the thing to do when you touched someone else’s cock. He didn’t dare look up at Snape’s face. Snape still held him tightly but didn’t move anymore. Had he had the courage to look at him, he would have noticed that Snape stared at him with narrowed eyes and a calculating look.
***
The little imp dared touch him! And who was he to object? Snape grabbed the boy’s hand on his cock and squeezed it. Big green eyes turned up to his.
“Harder,” he growled.
Potter lowered his eyes again and bit his bottom lip in concentration while Snape guided his hand forwards and back. Sliding back onto his couch, Snape pulled Potter with him, so he had to rest on the floor in front of him. The look of the boy, kneeling before him and stroking his cock was almost enough to make him come, but if Potter came so willingly, a Slytherin like Snape would milk the situation for all it was worth.
“Stop,” he ordered.
Potter seemed to wake from his trance and stood.
“I’d better go,” he said, defiantly, clearly testing if Snape would let him.
Snape smirked maliciously. “You are free to leave the Room if you find a way out. If you stay, you will do so on my terms.”
Potter blanched when he saw him draw his wand.
“Back on your knees,” Snape hissed.
The boy remained standing, with clenched fists and blazing eyes still testing what Snape would and could do to him. Snape aimed a hex at his legs and Potter fell to his knees again.
“Better,” Snape said calmly and pulled the screaming boy up by his hair until he faced his crotch. He pondered for a second if he should try to – he curled his lip in disgust – be nice and try to win Potter’s trust, but then decided to just push him onto his cock and talk later. As expected, Potter choked and tried to pull away, but Snape’s firm grip kept him where he was until he had understood what was expected of him.
“If you bite me, your body won’t leave this room,” Snape whispered over the gurgling sounds Harry made and started to lift his head up and down. The boy’s throat was far too tight, and he went into spasm at the slightest invasion. Merlin, the boy apparently didn’t have any idea of how to do this. Tears dripped onto Snape’s cock and ran down to his balls. Oh well, it was worth the lack of technique. The Room had been right, he had required a Potter to fulfil his needs. He groaned. It had been so long since he had had a partner, almost a year. The whore had been skilled, but his pimp had been just around the corner, listening, lest Snape hurt his precious boy. Snape didn’t care for holding his sadistic tendencies back.
Potter had stopped choking and instead made small, mewling noises when Snape pushed his cock too far in. It was quite sweet, actually. He wondered if the boy was grown enough to take him without lube. Well, there was nothing but to give it a try.
***
Just when he thought he had accustomed to the feeling of having the raw cock shoved down his throat, Harry was thrown off, his head landing on the couch where he had sat before. He remained hunched, wishing that Snape would just go away, or go on without him. To his disgust he noticed that his own erection hadn’t wilted, even though he hadn’t enjoyed the experience in the slightest. His throat was chafed from Snape’s cock, and he tasted a bitter fluid on his tongue.
He cried silently, wishing without much hope that Snape would leave. But an Evanesco and a cool breeze around his arse later he realised that wasn’t going to happen. When a cold hand touched his back, he panicked and jumped up to where the door had been. He clawed at the wall and hit it, but the door didn’t reappear.
Throwing a teary glance back, he saw that Snape hadn’t moved from his position and simply smirked at him, stroking himself. Harry took out his wand out of his jumper and gripped it tightly. He had duelled before. He knew that he probably couldn’t take on Snape, but he wasn’t going to go over, present his arse and let the greasy git bugger him. He wasn’t that attractive.
“Let me go,” he said, hating the fact that his voice wavered. Where was the famous Gryffindor courage when you needed it?
“You can’t do this. I’ll tell Dumbledore!”
Snape pointedly looked at his cock.
“It seems that you are not as averse to the idea as you would like to pretend, Mr. Potter.” He smirked. “And I told you, you will not leave this room unless I permit it. Accio wand.”
Harry’s wand flew across the room into Snape’s free hand.
“Accio Potter.”
Harry flew across the room to land in a heap in front of Snape. His bones ached and he felt as tired as if he had run a marathon, so he remained on the floor. Running was no use anyway. When Snape touched him this time, Harry let him. He let Snape pull him up into his lap until he felt his erection press into his back. He let him rub against him and bite his earlobe as if they were lovers. He even let him play with his prick, slide his foreskin back and forth and pretended not to care. If Snape heard him sigh, he didn’t mention it. Instead, he kept whispering on about what a good boy Harry was, that he was so pretty and his little prick so sweet and how he’d give him top marks in Potions this year.
Tears slid down Harry’s face from shame and the sheer absurdity of all this. His panic had subsided though; Snape’s tender (if absurd) words had not failed their soothing intentions. Soon, Snape summoned the lubrication and warm, slick fingers probed at Harry’s entrance. He managed not to jump too much and leaned a bit forwards to give Snape better access. He was going to be fucked and might as well get comfortable. Besides, it was not so bad. Snape could have been much worse about this, and Harry liked the way he rubbed his cock.
***
Snape decided not to fuck him dry. The boy was compliant enough, and he’d rather keep him that way. Amused, he watched as Potter allowed him space to apply the lube. Slowly, he stretched him to three fingers. The boy was by now lying across his lap and rutted slowly against his thighs and smeared his trousers with precome.
When he thought he was ready, he lifted him up and carefully placed him on top of his cock. The boy was lighter than he had any right to be. Surprised, Snape sat him onto his thighs and spelled off the rest of his clothes. As protruding ribs and more gangly limbs came into view, Snape reconsidered his opinion of the boy. He wasn’t attractive – he was perfect. His smooth skin begged to be marked, whether by a whip or teeth or claws. But not this time. He didn’t want to scare the boy enough to make him talk to someone, whomever he’d choose. No one could know if Snape didn’t want to lose this toy. He pushed Harry off.
“Lie face down onto the couch,” he ordered softly and dragged his hand through Harry’s hair in a rough caress. “Good boy. Touch yourself.”
Obediently, Harry slipped a hand between himself and the couch and started to rub. Snape took his own cock into his hand and guided it to Harry’s bum, slowly sliding in and staying still for a moment. The boy’s only reactions were a quick indrawn breath and a short pause of his hand. When he had caught himself, Snape moved further in until his balls touched Harry’s and started to move his hips in circles without sliding out again.
“See, nothing you can’t take…”
“Good boy, rub yourself for me…”
“Aaah, yesssss….”
“Do that again, yes, clench it like … aaaah…”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Oh, yesssss, aaaah, aaaaah, aaaaarghhhh….”
“…”
***
Harry felt dirty. The most probable reason for that was that he *was* indeed dirty. Come was dripping out of his hole and he lay draped over the couch, opened and vulnerable for anyone to see. Despite his best efforts he had not come yet. He didn’t know whether he was unhappy about it, but it wasn’t as if he could change anything. Snape didn’t seem to have noticed and probably didn’t care.
Slowly, Harry dragged himself up and wiped the wetness from his eyes, feeling the spunk running down his thighs. Snape was across the room, fastening the cuffs of his sleeves. Had he opened them before?
Across the room, Harry noticed a bundle of clothes on the floor – probably his own – and hurried to put them on. When he was finished, he smoothed his hair down as much as it would stay and finally faced Snape, who was sitting down on the couch and lighting a cigarette that had appeared with a small table.
“What?” Snape asked coolly when Harry stood before him, awkwardly looking down to his feet.
“My cloak and my wand,” Harry said quietly, “I don’t want to explain where I lost them.”
Snape handed him his wand and pointed at the silver fabric on the other side of the damned couch.
“May I go now?”
Snape waved his hand in his general direction and the door appeared again. Quickly, Harry jumped over and clutched at the handle. He supposed he should say something, but his mind was blank and he longed to get away. Silently, he slipped out and ran back to the Gryffindor tower, not caring about being seen at all.
*** 3 Weeks later ***
The class froze and the sound of a quill tumbling to the floor resounded in the resulting silence.
For the first time in the history of Hogwarts, Snape had given a point to a Gryffindor – and to Harry Potter, no less. Confused and nervous, Harry tried to recall what he had said. Snake fangs were used in boil-cure potion, that was true, but Hermione had known the right answer to every question from day one, and had it ever helped her in acquiring points?
Harry jumped. It couldn’t be because of … what had happened? When he looked up, Snape’s dark eyes bore into his.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Potter?” One of Snape’s eyebrows rose.
“No Sir.” Harry hurried to continue with his potion, and when the other students noticed that Snape didn’t say anything else, they did the same. Still, there was much whispering.
Ron was the most shocked of all. “What did he do that for, mate? Reckon he wanted to shock us to death?”
Hermione shot him a dirty look. “He awarded Harry a point for a task well done. It’s not less worth because it’s from Snape, on the contrary.”
She turned to Harry. “Still, it’s unusual. You must have pleased him a lot.”
Harry turned beet red and crushed his beetles with more force than necessary. He looked forward to the end of the lesson. He reckoned he could *feel* the burning looks Snape shot him. When the bell finally rang, Harry was the first to jump up and still lingered long enough to be the last to leave. After a glace at Snape, he found himself at a loss of words again and hurried after his friends.
***
The door closed behind the boy and obscured the view of wide, questioning green eyes. Snape smirked. He enjoyed unsettling the boy, and now it was even easier than before.
At dinner Dumbledore remarked how proud he was that Snape had finally overcome his grudges and stood above petty house rivalries. The old doddering fool was losing his touch. Snape smiled graciously and let McGonagall pour him more wine. He could bear social intercourse with Gryffindors if need be.