Author: Eriador117
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Snapes & Ladders
"You know what it means as well as I, Severus!"
Harry paused by the closed store room door on hearing Karkaroff's raised voice. His mind was still reeling from what he'd witnessed in Dumbledore's pensieve and he lingered a while longer, hoping to learn more. Snape had been a Death Eater? And now Karkaroff was having a cosy discussion with him in his store room? What was going on? Were they in league with the Death Eaters again? Was it one of them who'd put his name in the Goblet of Fire?
The door suddenly swung open, behind it Harry saw Karkaroff was holding his left arm out as though it pained him. And there, etched onto his skin, the Dark Mark. Harry gasped, Snape and Karkaroff both glared at him before Karkaroff stormed out without a word to either Snape or him. Harry tried to follow Karkaroff but Snape was having none of that.
"Why in such a hurry, Potter? In," commanded Snape, holding the store room door open. Harry edged inside and with a jolt, he realised this was in fact Snape's private store room, the one Hermione had stolen ingredients from in their second year. Snape was scowling down at him. "I suppose congratulations are in order for your accomplishments in the second task. Gillyweed, wasn't it?" Snape closed the door with a loud thud and the two of them were suddenly alone. Harry swallowed before he could even reply. The man made him more nervous than dark dreams of Voldemort.
"Yes, sir," said Harry, feeling his face heat. He'd never asked Neville where he'd got the Gillyweed from, too worried about whether or not it would actually work.
"Ingenious," said Snape as he began to climb the ladder and search among the shelves for something. The room was very narrow, but it was tall and Harry couldn't see the top of the ladder when he looked up. "It's not something found in your common garden." Snape lifted a small green vial and descended the ladder. He turned to Harry, shaking the vial in his face. "And nor is this. Tell me, Potter, do you know what this is?"
"Bubble juice, sir?" queried Harry, trying for levity, but quailing under the Potion master's dark gaze.
"Very droll, your father thought he was a comedian too. It's Veritaserum, three drops of this and the Dark Lord himself would be spilling all his secrets. Its use on students is regrettably forbidden, but if you ever steal from my personal stores again, Mr. Potter, you might find that my hand slips right over your evening pumpkin juice!"
"I haven't stolen anything from you!" Harry protested hotly. It was true, it was Hermione who'd stolen the Polyjuice ingredients and it was obvious now that Neville had stolen the Gillyweed from Snape. Was his friend mad? To steal from Snape?
"Don't lie to me!" snapped Snape, his face purpling with rage. "I hate liars, Potter. You think just because you're Dumbledore's golden boy and a Hogwarts Champion that you can get away with anything! Well you can't! It's high time you paid the price for your infractions!"
"I didn't do anything!" protested Harry again, bristling at the unfairness of it. He was to be punished for something he didn't even do, but he couldn't tell Snape what really happened either, he didn't want Neville or Hermione to be in trouble.
"Stop lying! Gillyweed may be innocuous, but boomslang skin, lacewing flies? You and your little friends are trying to brew Polyjuice Potion! Do you really think I don't know what's in every jar in this room? Well, do you? I know when ingredients are missing, Potter and I know you took them!"
"I didn't! I swear!" Harry backed away from the angry Potions master, but there was nowhere to go. In a few steps his back collided with the door and he turned, trying to open it. The door was locked and warded, as he had sort of half-expected anyway.
"You're still lying to me!" shrieked Snape, holding the Veritaserum aloft and shaking it threateningly. Harry couldn't let Snape dose him with that. There were too many secrets waiting to be spilled, Sirius, Hermione, Neville and Harry tried to get away. He evaded Snape's hands and tried to make a run for it up the ladder, but Snape caught him round the ankles and pulled him back down. Harry fell in a heap at the man's feet.
"You can't give me that! It's not allowed!" Harry was almost in tears now, he knew that if Snape so much as gave him a drop of that potion, he would be getting lots of people into trouble.
"Really, Potter, do you think I'm the sort of person who worries about rules?" sneered Snape. "On your feet and stop snivelling. I'll give you a choice, Potter. You can either allow me to give you Veritaserum so I can find out what's really going on, or you will accept punishment for your lying and stealing."
"I didn't steal anything!"
Snape waved the vial of potion again. "Your choice, Potter. The potion or you agree to let me punish you in my own way."
"Your - your own way?" Harry's voice was shaking. He didn't like the sound of that at all but he didn't want to get his friends into trouble. Snape said it was a choice, but it wasn't, not really. What on earth would Snape want to do to him? "What are you going to do?"
"Whatever I see fit," said Snape, a small smile curling in the corners of his mouth. A smiling Snape was even more worrying than a sneering one. "Well, Potter, what's it to be?"
"Please, sir, you can't give me that potion. Please, punish me how you want."
"Very well, Potter. Remove your trousers and underwear. You may use the ladder to brace yourself."
"What?" squawked Harry. "You can't do that!"
"Really, Potter, you are in no position to argue. You will be spanked like the disobedient child you are. Now, remove your clothing or I will do it for you." Snape waved his wand and Harry knew he had no choice. He had to do it, he had to submit to this.
Harry turned around and undid the top button of his jeans, before pulling down the zip. The noise sounded awfully loud in the silence of the store room, both he and Snape were breathing heavily, Harry from nerves, but why was Snape sounding so out of breath? Harry pushed his jeans down his legs, then realised he couldn't get them off over his trainers. He bent over and untied the laces, hearing a quick gasp from the man behind him and his face flamed.
"Leave that," hissed Snape.
"What?" Harry glanced back over his shoulder.
"Leave your trousers like that, Potter. It's very undignified, isn't it? You do know that this punishment is more about humiliation than pain, don't you?"
Well of course he did, Snape lived to humiliate him, didn't he?
Harry felt his whole body flush, very aware that he was naked from the waist down, his trousers hobbling his legs so that he couldn't even make a run for it. Tears of shame leaked out and he turned his face away from Snape, blinking rapidly, hoping that the man hadn't seen them. Oh, yes, Harry was feeling humiliated all right, but he had to do this. He couldn't let his friends get into trouble.
"Have you ever been given corporeal punishment before, Potter?"
"No, sir," Harry whispered to his feet.
"Then six should be plenty to start with. I am going to cane you, Potter. It will hurt, I'm not going to deny that and after each stroke you will call out its number, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Harry's voice was hoarse. He gripped the edge of the ladder and rested his head on one of the rungs in front of him. Everything in the room was blurry and he just wanted it over with. What was taking the man so long? Harry breathed through his mouth, his nose was stuffy with all his silent crying.
He heard Snape move behind him, felt the man lift up his shirt tail and drape it across his lower back. Oh, God, Snape could see him. Could see everything. Harry willed himself not to faint, he had no idea how painful being caned might be. There was a shimmer of magic in the air and he guessed the man had conjured a cane from somewhere, for Harry hadn't seen one when he first entered the store room.
There was a swish of air as Snape brought the cane down, Harry jerked at the noise but Snape hadn't put the cane anywhere near him yet. "Are you going to stand still and accept your punishment, Potter, or do I need to bind you?" snarled Snape. "Or have you reconsidered and wish to tell me all your secrets?"
"No, sir. Please, just do it!" begged Harry. It was the waiting that was agonising.
"Very well, brace yourself," the man commanded. Harry's fingers tightened on the wood beneath his hands, it was rough and he thought he might have got a splinter from it. The cane swished through the air and landed with a thwack on his backside. Harry howled in pain, everything else disappearing in the force of his agony. God, it stung and it was a few seconds before he could even find breath to yell out the number.
"O- one!" sobbed Harry.
Again and again the cane came down and Harry felt as if his whole backside was on fire. He'd never be able to sit down for a week after this. He stood there, braced against the ladder as Snape punished him with the cane, but not once did Harry buckle under the pressure and ask for it to stop. Was it his imagination, or did the sixth blow feel softer than the others?
Harry was sobbing in earnest now, tears dripping from his glasses and dripping onto the wood of the ladder. His hands were clutching it so tightly they had cramped and he couldn't move. He just couldn't move, his whole body trembling with his crying. The pain had stopped now, but not the humiliation that had accompanied it and he just wanted to pull his trousers up and go and cry himself to sleep in his own bed, but he still couldn't move.
He heard Snape's clothes rustle behind him, but Harry didn't dare move his head to look in case that merited some more blows with the cane. He never wanted Snape to be so angry with him ever again. "Ssh, Harry, ssh," the man murmured close to his ear and Harry's bottom stung again as the man's clothes rubbed over his aching backside briefly. "You did very well, Harry. Very well indeed."
Harry could barely breathe, since when had Snape ever called him Harry? He should pull up his trousers and leave, get out of here, but it was as if he'd been under a Petrificus Totalus spell, even though Harry knew he hadn't. Despite himself, Harry was curious as to what the Potions master was going to do. Was he in for more punishment?
Harry started when the felt the man's hands on his bottom and he shifted himself further forward so that he was almost crushed flush with the ladder. "Sir? Sir?" he gasped out as the man's fingers rubbed soothing circles over his blazing cheeks. Harry realised the hands were slick with some substance and it was cooling the marks the man had made on his bottom. The man was healing him. After caning him so hard, he was healing him? Didn't that sort of negate the punishment?
"Ssh, Harry. You'll feel better in a moment. I should never have been so rough." Snape's hands continued their rubbing, their caressing. Harry panted for breath. It was a caress, there was no doubt about it now and his cock was growing hard against the rung of the ladder in front of him. Harry tried not to move, tried not to give any indication to his teacher that he was becoming aroused by the man's actions. Snape said a spell and the stickiness which had covered his bottom disappeared and the man's hands left him. Harry was still hard though and dreaded having to get dressed in front of the man in this state.
Suddenly he felt something wet and cold on his arse again and it was a few seconds before he realised what it was. It was Snape's tongue, licking along all those places he'd previously hurt. Harry had no idea what to think, what to do. His mind had turned to mush, all the blood in his head rushing to his cock as the man continued to lick the skin of his buttocks. No one had ever paid that part of him so much attention before and Harry was scared by the intensity of the feelings he was having.
He felt coiled as if any minute now he was going to snap in two. Then he felt that tongue, so diligent in its task, he felt it near that secret place and Harry's cock jerked against the ladder, precome coating the wood with a damp trail. The tongue licked from his tailbone right down to his sac and Harry squawked in horrified surprise.
"Sir! Don't! It's dirty! It's dirty!" he sobbed against the ladder. And oh, wasn't he so dirty for allowing it to happen? For standing here and letting it happen? And enjoying it? Harry's cock had no conscience and it would quite happily allow anything as long as it got off.
Snape's tongue slipped out of the crease and the man said a spell, making Harry feel very funny inside.
"There, it was a cleaning spell, Harry. Now you're very clean. Not that you weren't anyway, but this way you know, don't you?"
Harry couldn't reply. That wasn't the sort of dirty Harry had meant. It was about sex, wasn't it? What Snape was doing to him? Something dirty and hidden that the boys joked about but didn't really understand, not yet. Harry wanted to understand. Wanted to know why thoughts of pretty girls never made him hard, not like when he sometimes showered with the other boys and saw all those different chests, different cocks and different arses. He had to start taking showers on his own now, it was just too obvious how aroused he got. He barely had to hear the water running these days before he was achingly hard. Much like now really. Harry stifled a groan.
"Harry? Do you want me to stop?" asked Snape. "I'll stop if you want me to." His hands were on Harry's hips and Harry could feel the man's breath against the bare skin of his arse. No one had ever touched Harry before except to hit him; even Snape had done that, but Snape had offered him something the Dursleys never had. Snape had offered him comfort after the beating, he'd made Harry feel good. He'd made Harry feel connected to someone else and Harry so wanted to feel that.
"No, sir. Please don't s- s -stop," said Harry, his voice catching on the words. He felt a little bit scared at admitting it, would Snape now deny him as part of his punishment? Harry thought it was something that Snape might do for kicks. Get Harry all hot and bothered and then shove him out in the corridor for someone to find.
But it seemed that Harry had misjudged the man; either that or Snape was very keen to lick Harry's arse as it wasn't long before Harry felt that tongue gently lapping at his buttocks again. Snape was taking his time, licking, nuzzling, kissing every inch of his arse cheeks. Harry bit back a groan, only for Snape to stop those wonderful touches.
"No, Harry, Don't hold back. I want to hear you. I want to hear you lose control."
Oh God. Harry didn't think his control would be long in breaking. Already he felt, coiled, tense and the man hadn't even touched his cock yet. It felt so wet already, throbbing against the rung in front of him. Harry moaned and grabbed the ladder in white knuckled hands as he felt Snape's tongue pierce him, probing and prodding the entry to his body. Harry had never known that being touched there would feel so bloody good. He whimpered, unable to articulate properly what he wanted, what he needed.
"Sir! Oh, sir! Please!" begged Harry, his voice ragged. His guts twisted with the force of his want and he rocked backwards, impaling himself on Snape's tongue. "I need - I - I -" Harry couldn't get any more words out, but it didn't matter. Snape knew what he needed. He wrapped both hands around Harry's cock and stroked him to the same rhythm that he was fucking Harry with that tongue.
Harry was cast adrift on a sea if bliss hitherto undiscovered. Touching himself had never felt like this. Pleasure soared through him, he could feel it in his toes, even in his eyeballs. Snape was a maestro and was playing Harry like he'd practiced for a hundred years. Sensations spiked, sending Harry's body into overload. His balls drew up, his whole body tightened with the force of his impending orgasm. "AHHH! AHHHH! Fuck! Oh God Fuck!" shrieked Harry as his buttocks clenched around Snape's tongue and he spurted jets of come over the man's hands and some of it landed on the rungs of the ladder, staining the dark wood with drops of white.
His whole body was trembling with the force of his orgasm and his legs felt too rubbery to hold him up any longer. As he came down, Harry realised that Snape had removed his tongue from Harry's arse and was now standing up behind him. Harry could feel the man's erection against his lower back. Harry tensed, not sure that he was ready for something so large to go inside him, but it was only fair that Snape got off too, wasn't it?
Almost as though he sensed Harry's thoughts, the man moved back, away from Harry.
"You may get dressed and go, Harry," said Snape. Harry turned round, he could see the ridge of Snape's arousal in the dim light. Didn't Snape want to come? It must have been painful to be hard like that for all this time. Harry pulled up his underwear and jeans before walking to stand close to Snape. He tentatively reached out and placed his hand over Snape's cloth covered erection.
"Sir? Don't - don't you want to come?" Harry asked breathlessly. He'd never touched a cock other than his own before and the thought of doing it, of touching it, was making him hard again. Harry licked his lips, imagining what it would be like to taste it too. Snape didn't speak, he just stared at Harry's mouth, his tongue echoing Harry's earlier gesture.
Before Snape had a chance to protest, or change his mind, Harry sank to his knees and fumbled beneath the man's robes, reaching for the front of his trousers. Snape still didn't speak, and he didn't tell Harry to stop, so Harry just continued unbuttoning the black trousers and at long last freed the man's cock. God, it was enormous, so hard and heavy in his hand, wet with arousal. The scent was heady, driving Harry mad with desire. He leaned forward and kissed the tip briefly, loving the sharp inhale of breath from above.
The taste was wonderful, so clean and spicy (the man wasn't greasy at all, Harry thought in wonderment) and bent his head again. He'd never done this before, but he'd sneaked a peek at one of the twins' magazines once and he'd learnt a bit of theory, even if he'd never put it into practice yet. Harry opened his mouth wide, tucking his teeth behind his tongue and wrapped his lips around Snape's cock, sucking for all he was worth.
Oh fuck! He'd never thought doing this would make him aroused, but his cock was pulsing in his clothes, almost in time to the sucking motions on Snape's cock. Snape's hands moved down to caress Harry's hair, but still the man didn't speak He kept making little gasps and moans as if he was holding back how much he was enjoying this, having Harry suck him off.
Harry couldn't take the whole length his mouth, so he concentrated on what he could do, licking the vein on the underside, placing soft kisses on the top, and being rewarded with trickles of precome that he drank down amid his own moaning round Snape's cock. Dear Merlin, he had a cock in his mouth. Snape's cock. He was on his knees in the store room sucking Snape's cock and Harry realised there was nowhere on earth he'd rather be right now.
He wanted Snape to come; he wanted to feel the man come in his mouth. Harry sucked and licked for all he was worth, his own arousal making him erratic in his efforts, but that didn't seem to bother Snape. The cock in Harry's mouth pulsed and swelled; Snape's hands tightened on his hair. Snape gave an almighty groan, stiffened and came, flooding Harry's mouth with bitter fluid. Harry gulped down as much as he could, but some of it dribbled out his mouth and down his chin, the taste had Harry reaching down between his legs and rubbing frantically at the front of his jeans as Snape watched with hooded eyes.
It was even hotter knowing that Snape was watching him, that Harry had made the man come in his mouth, that Harry had tasted him, had swallowed him, all of him. Harry groaned as his hand moved faster and faster over his clothes, he was so desperate that he didn't bother with undressing and in a few moments he felt his underwear soaked with jets of wet warmth, his hips jerking into his hand as he came and came. "Ohh! Ohh!" shrieked Harry as the climax faded. He glanced up and saw Snape's dark gaze still intent on him.
Snape tucked himself away after casting cleaning charms over both of them and helped Harry to his feet.
Harry looked down at the floor, what were they supposed to say to each other now? The Gryffindor dormitory bed was going to seem so lonely after this.
"Make sure to bring your invisibility cloak," said Snape.
"Sir?"
"You'll need it when you come to my quarters after hours, Harry." The man tilted Harry's chin up to face him. "Do you think that now I've found you, I'm going to let you go? Ever?"
"So - so this wasn't a one-off thing?" asked Harry, hope flaring in his chest.
"No. More like a forever thing," said Snape bending down to kiss him.
THE END
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发表于 2009-7-23 21:04
读的时候心一直跳好快啊，哈哈，小哈很可爱
