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Wizards for Wizards
The book arrived in a brown paper package tied up with string; Hedwig looked decidedly miffed as she deposited the heavy tome onto Harry's lap that morning at breakfast. Harry blushed and hastily set it to the side of his breakfast plate, feeding Hedwig some toast from his plate. His owl hooted softly before flying off, seeming much happier.
"What's that, Harry?" asked Sirius, dishing out more scrambled eggs for him. The Weasleys and Hermione hadn't yet come down and Harry was just glad he didn't have more of an audience. Hermione would have had the book unwrapped and read through in an hour or two.
"Just something for school," said Harry, hoping he wasn't blushing yet again.
"What? Snape's got you doing homework as well as Occlumency?"
"Er, yeah," said Harry, pleased to latch on to any excuse even if it was a lie.
"He'll be hearing words from me on the subject!"
"No, Sirius. Please don't. That'll only make him think I can't handle things myself."
Sirius stared at Harry and nodded before sitting down to his own breakfast. "You make sure you stick up for yourself, Harry. I won't have him treating you like he treated your dad."
"Good morning, Harry, Sirius," said Mrs. Weasley as she entered the kitchen. "Arthur's feeling much better today so we thought we'd all go for a walk in the fresh air. Would you care to join us?"
"A lovely idea, Molly, but we're both under house arrest," said Sirius miserably. "Professor Dumbledore is only letting Harry stay here as long as he doesn't wander."
"I could wear my Invisibility Cloak," said Harry, although to be truthful he was quite looking forward to a few hours alone so he could peruse his book in private.
"No, no. If Professor Dumbledore doesn't think it's safe then you had better stay here, Harry," said Molly. "I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you. No, we'll just get some breakfast and we'll be off out of your hair."
The rest of the Weasleys and Hermione trotted into the kitchen in dribs and drabs, all of them helping themselves to the breakfast Harry and Sirius had already prepared. Harry wasn't sure whether he was hoping or dreading Ron making an effort to stay with him, but Ron never even mentioned it. All of them seemed keen to get out of the oppressive atmosphere of the house. Harry could hardly blame them for that, but he felt a bit upset that Ron hadn't even mentioned staying behind with him.
Did Ron blame him for his father's accident? Maybe Harry shouldn't have told him that he had been the snake in the dream. Harry would never do anything to hurt Mr. Weasley, but in the dream that's exactly what he had done.
Just as Mrs. Weasley was chivvying them all towards the stairs, Hermione caught sight of Harry's book-shaped parcel, but Mrs. Weasley had Hermione's scarf in her hand and was waiting impatiently by the steps leading up to the ground floor.
"'Bye," Harry called as they left him behind.
"I'll finish tidying up, Harry. You go and read your book and get your homework done. That way, Snape won't have any excuse, will he? What time is your lesson?"
"I don't know, Sirius. He just said after dinner," replied Harry, a tendril of guilt coiling round his chest at deceiving his godfather that he was doing homework when really what he wanted to do was something very different. The opportunity of a few hours alone in his bedroom was such a treat though that he was determined to make the most of it.
"Go on, then. I'll call you for lunch if you're not down in time."
"Thanks, Sirius," said Harry as he lifted his book under one arm and gave Sirius a peck on the cheek.
Harry almost ran up the stairs in his excitement. After his kiss with Cho, Harry had been feeling a bit disappointed. Up until then he'd had a strange excitement in the pit of his stomach every time he'd seen her unexpectedly in the corridor and had daydreamed what it would be like to kiss her, although he hadn't thought much beyond that, not sure what girls would like. When they'd kissed, it had been nice, but not the sort of hearing bells and seeing stars excitement that he'd been expecting. Harry had felt a lot more excitement when he'd been playing with himself in the shower than he'd felt when kissing Cho.
After confiding in Ron and Hermione about the kiss, Harry had been more confused than ever. Hermione seemed to think it had been perfectly normal for Cho to cry the whole way through it and Ron had been ribbing him about it ever since. "Are you that bad a kisser?" So in desperation, Harry had turned to the twins for advice. They were older and he swore them to secrecy, knowing they would respect it. They still hadn't told anyone who had given them the money for their business.
They'd both looked at Harry and then at each other, grinning madly the whole time. "We'll need to try a little experiment, Harry."
"What sort of experiment?" Harry asked warily, seeing himself covered in boils or canary feathers.
"Well, maybe you didn't like kissing Cho because perhaps you don't like girls that way. Have you ever thought of kissing a boy?"
Harry's mouth had gaped like a landed fish. "You mean...?"
"Yes, try kissing us and see if it's any different."
"You don't mind?" Harry asked in wonder. It had been hard enough to finally get that kiss from Cho and here Fred and George were offering to kiss him?
"Mind? Of course not," said George or Fred. Harry still wasn't a hundred per cent sure which twin was which. "Just close your eyes."
As Harry reached the bedroom he shared with Ron in Grimmauld Place, he closed his eyes in reminiscence, remembering the twins kissing him that day. It had been a lot more exciting than kissing Cho and afterwards Harry had difficulty walking back to his dorm due to the bulge in his trousers. The twins hadn't done anything more than kiss him but Harry wondered if they would have done if he'd been older and not their brother's best friend. They had laughed and told him about the book that Harry was now clutching to his chest.
He entered the room, threw the parcel down on his bed and bolted the door, not wanting any interruptions. It wouldn't do for Kreacher to come wandering in when he was in the middle of it! Since it was the school holidays Harry hadn't bothered with robes, but he sat down on the edge of his bed to take off his trainers. The covers were still rumpled from that morning so he just kicked them further down to the bottom of the bed before settling down against his pillows and biting the string wrapped around the parcel.
Once the string was ripped, the paper loosened and Harry got a good look at the leather cover: dark blue with the title embossed in gold foil. Wizards for Wizards. Harry's breath caught. It was the first time he'd ever read anything remotely like that. Seamus had brought in some Muggle magazines once with pictures of naked women in them but they had never really done much for Harry. Maybe he should have realised then that witches were not where his interest lay.
Harry opened the book and scanned the index, trying to decide what he would like to read first. His jeans were getting a bit tight as he caught one of the headings:
Wizards and Wands
Harry giggled to himself, was that a joke? They called it a wand? He ruffled the pages to find the chapter and his glasses almost steamed up. They weren't joking! There was an illustration with a wizard on his hands and knees in front of a mirror and there was a wand – oh God, he had a wand up his bum! Why on Earth would someone want something up there?
The wand was moving in and out of the wizard's bum; his hips thrusting backwards and forwards and his prick was standing straight out in front of him, clearly visible in the mirror. Obviously he was excited and the longer Harry watched, the more he noticed his own groin was getting more and more tingly. A few more thrusts, then the wizard in the picture arched his back and splattered the mirror on front of him as he came. Oh, how Harry wished wizarding pictures had sound as well as movement!
He unbuttoned his jeans and caressed his prick through his underwear as he read through the section. God, even just reading about it was getting him hot. The wizard in the picture started thrusting against his wand again and Harry wondered if he dared try it. It looked so exciting. Harry had always felt the magic flow through him every time he held his wand. How much more would he feel it if the wand rubbed against his prostate? (something else he'd just learned from the book.)
He glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside cabinet; he'd only been in his room for half an hour. The others wouldn't be back for a while yet and as Sirius thought Harry was doing homework his godfather wouldn’t disturb him either. There would be no chance to try this once they went back to Hogwarts. Privacy in the dorm was non-existent and it was the same in the showers.
Harry pulled down his jeans and underwear, tossing them to the bottom of the bed, leaving him in just his shirt and a pair of socks. He glanced at the book again, where the wizard was once more being penetrated by his wand and Harry was a bit dazed by the time he fished out the hand cream from the drawer in his bedside cabinet. There were proper lubricants, Wizarding as well as Muggle, but Harry didn't really feel comfortable going into a shop and asking for those, so he'd been making do with the cream. Would it be slick enough to help his wand slide in? He wasn’t sure, but he could at least try it.
Harry warmed up the cream in his hands and then lifted his hips, arching them so he could easily reach with one finger. Preparation and stretching are paramount, so the book said and Harry was taking this lesson seriously. He didn't want to do himself any damage just because he was horny. Just imagine trying to explain that to Madam Pomfrey!
Harry took his time stretching himself a little with his fingers; the tip of his wand wasn't particularly thick, so he just used two for now, although the book suggested that for anything as thick as a cock, three fingers would be preferable, especially the first time. It didn't hurt, not really, but it was a bit awkward trying to keep his hips up and his wrist at the right angle. If he'd been able to use magic out of school he could have charmed his wand like the wizard in the picture was doing. Harry slathered some more cream on his fingers and spread it around his opening before lifting his wand and hefting in his hand.
The wand slid in easily enough, but Harry didn't let it go too far in just in case it might get stuck. After a frustrating few minutes of trying to stroke his cock and push the wand in and out at the same time; he lay down on his side and discovered that position was a lot easier on his legs, although it was still a bit awkward reaching back for the wand. Harry wasn't sure whether he was excited from the feel of his wand inside him or just at the thought of such a thing. It was something so naughty and so new that he didn't think it would take him long to come at all, even despite his sore arm.
Harry soon got into a steady rhythm and closed his eyes as bliss washed over him. A few more thrusts and he was sure he'd be spilling himself all over his hand...
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Harry's eyes snapped open and he looked across at the door in alarm.
"Harry! Why's our door locked?" Ron called from the other side. "Come on! Open up! I fell in the snow and my clothes are soaked! I need to get changed."
"Just a minute!" Harry croaked, his voice hoarse with panic. Oh God, why hadn't it been five more minutes? He'd been so close and Ron had to go and ruin it! Harry hurriedly pulled the wand out, wincing a bit from the rough treatment before pulling on his clothes again and dumping both wand and book under his bed. As Harry opened the door, he tugged his shirt down over his crotch hoping his erection wasn't too visible.
"Those prats pushed me over!" ranted Ron as he hunted in his trunk for some dry clothes.
It was all Harry could do to concentrate on what Ron was saying. He was rock hard and aching and just wanted Ron to leave so he could finish what he started. Once Ron was out of his wet clothes and dressed in new ones, he got out his wizards' chess set and challenged Harry to a game. There was no way out of it but after a few minutes of being soundly beaten yet again Harry's erection faded as if it had never been. He supposed he should be grateful for small mercies, but it wasn't gratitude Harry was feeling all the rest of the day.
***
Snape looked as greasy as ever. His hair was hanging in lank strands around his face and his eyes glared at Harry from across the library. Snape locked the library with a flick of his wand and then cast a couple of warding and silencing spells for good measure.
"Have you been practicing, Potter?" Snape demanded without preamble, sneering at him.
"Yes," Harry muttered sullenly, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
"Well, we'll soon see, won't we? Wand out."
Harry stared at him. "Sir, is Occlumency magic?"
"Even you can't be that obtuse, boy! Of course it's magic!"
"Then how come I can do it during the holidays? I'm not supposed to do magic outside school."
"Potter, you are in a house full of adult wizards. The Ministry senses magic, but since this house has adult wizards, they will assume the magic came from them. They can't sense exactly who is casting the spells."
"Oh." So Harry could have used magic earlier after all. Well, maybe if he tried it again.... and then Harry's face paled. Snape was just about to invade his mind and Harry had never learned to clear it! He couldn't let Snape see that memory! He couldn't let anyone!
"Wand out, Potter," Snape repeated with an edge to his voice.
Harry removed his wand from his pocket and stood facing Snape as if they were just about to duel. If only he knew what he was supposed to do with his wand in order to force Snape out.
"Legilimens!"
Harry tried his best, he really did, but his best wasn't good enough to defeat Snape. Trying not to think of that particular memory had the opposite effect. It was at the forefront of his mind when Snape found it and Harry didn't even have a chance to push the man out. Snape's mind left his, but not before Harry felt a sense of shock coming from his professor.
"Potter! Are you trying to get yourself killed?" snarled Snape.
"Sir?"
"Don't you know how dangerous that is? You don't experiment with your wand like that unless someone else is there with you! What is a wand, Potter?"
"Er..."
"It's a powerful magical object and you've just gone and stuck it up your arse! You could have died! You are a foolish, foolish boy and I should report this to your godfather or the Weasleys at once! And what the headmaster might have to say about it, I cannot imagine."
"No, please! Don't!" begged Harry, shame heating his face. He didn't want Sirius or the others to know what he'd done. "Please, sir! Please don't tell! I'll do anything you want! Anything!"
"Anything, Potter? You'll obey me without question?" Snape arched an elegant brow.
"Yes, sir. Please, just don't tell. They'll be so ashamed of me."
"And why would they be ashamed of you, Potter? What you did was foolish, certainly, but it is not a cause for shame."
"Because I'm like that," Harry said softly. "I ... I don't like girls, Professor. I like boys." And why Harry was sharing his confidences with Snape of all people, he couldn't figure out. He just knew what his uncle had told him about freaks and nancy boys, and he couldn't imagine admitting to his unnaturalness to any of his friends.
"Potter, are you trying to tell me you think you're a homosexual?"
"Yes, sir," Harry admitted.
"And did someone tell you to try this with your wand? If they did, I would like to have words with them."
"No, sir. I read it in a book."
"What book?"
"Wizards for Wizards."
Snape snorted. "Well, Potter. You wouldn't be the first student to mistakenly take the things from that tome as fact! It's a prank book."
"A prank book? I don't understand."
"Potter, the articles in there are aimed at gullible young men like yourself who are exploring their sexuality and think that what they are reading is a respected, scientific study of sex between wizards, but in reality it is nothing more than a series of practical jokes. Did you really think wizards get pleasure out of having their wands penetrate them?"
"It was a joke?" Harry asked, feeling tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. He blinked quickly, trying to dispel them before Snape saw. How could the twins do that do him? He thought they were his friends!
"Yes."
"So wizards don't really do that with their wands? Not even gay ones?"
"No, Potter. They don't."
"Do ... do they put anything up there?" Harry asked at last, his whole body feeling hot.
"They do indeed, Potter, but never a wand. It's too dangerous. Fingers, cock and tongue are the most usual, along with toys."
"Oh. I - I don't really know much about sex, Professor. No one's ever told me. That's why I thought the book would be a good idea."
"That was a good idea in itself, but not that book."
"Sir, can you teach me?"
"I've been trying to teach you Occlumency for the past week, Potter!"
"No. I meant - I meant about sex."
"Have you lost what few wits you had, Potter? You want me to teach you about sex?"
"Yes, sir. I don't know anyone else I can ask."
"Your godfather perhaps? One of the Weasleys?"
"I can't ask them. I don't want them to think any less of me."
"I see. So you don't value my opinion of you at all," said Snape in a strange voice.
"I - I already know that you hate me, sir," said Harry, feeling a hollow ache in his chest as he said it.
"Very well, Potter. Remove your trousers," said Snape, folding his arms over his chest and idly twirling his wand.
"Sir?"
"You heard me, Potter. You want me to teach you about sex, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I've noticed that you respond much better to a 'hands-on' approach to your lessons. Remove your trousers and underwear or I will do it for you."
Harry swallowed, the gulp sounding awfully loud in the library. Harry's prick throbbed at the words 'hands-on' and his eyes sought out the hands of his professor. Snape's hands were quite elegant with short, trimmed nails, a few of which were stained from so much contact with potions ingredients over the years.
"You did say you would do anything, didn't you?"
Harry nodded and began to undo his jeans. He had promised anything, but even he hadn't thought Snape would want this from him. Harry never thought anyone would; he was too ugly, too freaky, just like his uncle had said. If Snape was the only chance Harry would get to know what real sex between wizards was like, then he was going to take it. Harry shivered as he pushed his trousers down to his thighs, Snape watching him with rapt attention.
"Shoes and socks off as well Potter, then come here," Snape ordered.
Harry sat down on the floor so that he could tug his socks and shoes off without falling down. Snape was watching him the whole time, which did little to diminish the throbbing of his cock. Once the shoes and socks were off, Harry removed his trousers and then his underwear, leaving him in nothing but a white shirt. Once he was stripped to Snape's satisfaction, Harry stood up in front of his professor.
Snape gripped Harry's face in one fist and then leaned down over him. Harry had to close his eyes as Snape's lips pressed hard against his. This was no wet slap of flesh on flesh; this was all firm muscle and hardness. Harry arched on tiptoes trying to keep kissing despite the ache in his back at their disparate heights. Snape's tongue teased along his bottom lip and when Harry opened his mouth, the tongue slid in like a snake seeking its mate and someone moaned, Harry wasn't sure who. The tongue felt so good to suck and lick and Harry soon lost himself in the sensations as their tongues danced with each other. Harry rubbed his naked cock against Snape's robe-clad thigh and knew he could probably come just from this, kissing and rubbing.
Much too soon for Harry's liking, Snape pulled away and turned Harry around so that his back was to Snape, his arm coming round and waving to one of the green leather wingback chairs that dotted the library.
"Undo the top two buttons," Snape ordered. Harry obeyed, his hands trembling as he fumbled with his shirt buttons. "Now, get on your knees and bend over the chair."
Harry's cock was tenting out the front of his shirt; he pulled the tail down as he walked the few paces to the chair, feeling awkward and vulnerable in such a state of undress when Snape was still fully draped in black fabric. He clutched at the arms of the chair and took a few deep breaths, hearing Snape pace up and down behind him. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing to attention and Harry wished he could see out of the back of his head like Moody could.
"Did you enjoy it, Potter? Did you enjoy having that wand stuffed up your arse?"
"I ... it was awkward. I couldn't get the angle quite right."
"Well, I'm going to teach you something that is much more pleasurable than any wand. Your first lesson, Mr. Potter."
Harry felt the heat of his teacher's back behind him and then his shirt was pushed up towards the middle of his back and then held in place by a spell. The only sounds in the room were both of them breathing and the crackling of the fire. With his shirt moved, Harry felt so exposed, but rather than wanting to run from the room in horror, he found it terribly exciting and his cock leaked precome from the tip onto the leather seat beneath him.
He bit his lip to stifle a groan as he imagined Snape just looking at him, seeing everything.
"You have no need to hide your moans from me, Mr. Potter. There are strong silencing charms on this room; no one else will be able to hear you."
Harry started as he felt the first swipe of a wet tongue along his spine. "Oh," he breathed in surprise. That had felt unexpectedly good, just the touch of a tongue on his bare skin. Snape's hands held his hips as the man continued to lick a trail from Harry's neck right down to the top of his buttocks. Harry's breath hitched at all the wonderful sensations coursing through his body. This felt much better than a wand. To know that it was someone else, another person doing these things to him was much better.
Harry's arse was twitching, aching, yearning for something. Harry moaned. "Please! Please sir," he begged, although he wasn't entirely sure what he was asking for.
"Begging already, Potter? You want to be fucked, do you? Like having something shoved up your arse?"
"Oh God!" Harry groaned, his hands clenching on the arms of the chair. To hear such words spilling from Snape's lips was almost enough to undo him. "I don't - I've never..."
"I know you are a virgin, Mr. Potter. I know all your secrets, don't I? Not to worry, you'll still be a virgin when I'm finished with you."
Harry didn't understand. How could he still be a virgin if Snape was going to fuck him?
Snape laughed shallowly behind him. "I won't be fucking you with my cock, Mr. Potter. At least, not today."
Harry shivered at the promise implicit in that statement; Snape wanted to do this more than once?
"Oh," Harry breathed and rested his head against the chair back. Snape caressed the curves of his arse and then pulled his buttocks apart. The professor pressed his nose close to Harry's crack; sniffed loudly and sighed as if what he had just smelled was the sweetest perfume. Harry thought for sure he might faint, he was feeling so light-headed by now. "Sir!"
Snape sniffed him some more, then Harry felt something soft and wet all along the crease of his bum. Snape was licking him! Harry yelped in surprise, never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined this. The tongue licked him gently at first, but then began to push firmly against his entrance, seeking admittance. Harry clenched his hands and thrust back, wanting to feel it inside him. It didn't hurt, but it was a strange sensation. Snape's tongue was more pliable than his wand had been and he groaned with arousal when Snape's tongue was finally inside him.
Snape was kneeling behind him and licking at Harry's arse as if it was some rare delicacy. His tongue delved even deeper, his tongue thrusting in and out of Harry much like he imagined a cock might. Harry's own cock was throbbing with every thrust of Snape's tongue and squirted precome on the leather beneath him. Both of them were breathing heavily and Harry could hear the wet smacks of Snape's tongue, the sounds adding more to his desire. His arse clenched around the invader and set his nerves on fire. White light danced in front of his eyes, his breath was coming in shallow pants and Harry didn't know what he wanted to do more: press down on the chair beneath his cock or press against that wonderful tongue drilling feverishly in and out of his arse. Oh God! Snape's tongue was in his arse! It was so dirty and filthy and wrong and Harry loved every minute of it!
"Fuck! Sir! I'm gonna come!" Harry warned; trying to achieve both things at once. His hips wrenched as he pressed down onto the chair and back against that tongue. Snape's fingers on his hips were like a brand, marking him, claiming him and Harry yowled like a tomcat as his release roared through him like a tidal wave.
Burst after burst of pleasure left his cock and spurted with a wet slap onto the chair seat in front of him. Harry's whole body juddered as he climaxed. His limbs seemed to have turned to rubber and he fell forward, his face landing in a puddle of semen. At the moment, he didn't particularly care. "Oh, sir," he gasped, not sure what else he could say.
"Well, Potter? Did you enjoy your first lesson?" Snape sounded rather amused.
Harry lifted his head; it felt quite heavy on his shoulders. "Yes, sir. Thank you. But I think I might need a lot more lessons before I become as proficient as you."
"Indeed, you will, Mr. Potter. Oh, indeed you will."
THE END
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