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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Snape/Harry
  Additional Tags:
      Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Desk_Sex, Rough_Sex, Oral_Sex, First_Time,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-08-18 Words: 2429
****** A Pleasant Ending ******
by Ashii_Black_(ashiiblack)
Summary
     When Harry receives his most recent detention, he decides he's had
     enough and confronts Snape. What he doesn't plan on is that he might
     be attracted to his Potions Professor.
Notes
     This was written last summer on a drive home from vacation. It was my
     second ever PWP. I'm choosing not to re-write this (despite some
     really bad writing choices I made), as this fic is in the process of
     being turned into my submission for Snarry Big Bang on snape_potter.
     This fic is canon up to OotP and then veers off (and is even more
     obviously AU in the larger work).
"That git! He's making me clean out the cauldrons again! And a group of third
years just made Sticking Solution. Just because I – "
" – decided to curse him out during class when he accused you of cheating and
gave you a D?" Hermione finished for him.
"Well – " sputtered Harry and glanced at Ron, who shrugged. Since he and
Hermione started dating, Ron had perfected the neutral shrug. Harry rolled his
eyes and turned back to Hermione. "I don't understand why he's been so terrible
to me. He hasn't been this cruel in a long time."
"It is strange," Hermione agreed.
"I guess it started when he caught me and Ginny – um – studying together,"
Harry said thoughtfully, avoiding Ron's face.
"Maybe he's angry that the Boy-Who-Lived can get lucky when he can't," Seamus
suggested, joining them at the table in the Great Hall.
"So what, you think that if Snape was to get laid, he'd be nicer to me?" Harry
asked.
"Yeah, but who would want to sleep with that?" Ron asked.
"Well," began Hermione. "I remember that one day when he washed his hair and
shaved his goatee. And he is intelligent, despite his unpleasant treatment of –
"
"Please don't tell me you fancy Snape, Mione."
"Of course not!" she replied waspishly. "I'm just suggesting that maybe someone
could."
"But who? Maybe our new Defence professor?" Harry asked, glancing at Professor
Selhorn. She had dark hair, blue eyes, and a rare smile that seemed to cheer
everyone in the room. She was rather harsh and frequently worked her students
to the point of sweat and tears.
"You know, I have seen Snape looking at her with a hungry look before," Ron
said thoughtfully.
"So how do we set them up?" Harry asked. "I'm desperate enough to try
anything."
"I guess we need to work on Selhorn. Snape would never try anything himself. We
need to get her to fancy him," Seamus suggested.
"Okay, Hermione, you need to do some girl talk."
Hermione raised an eyebrow at Harry. "You think a professor in her mid-30s is
going to 'girl talk' with a seventh year student?"
"Well, who else would you have to turn it? The rest of the female staff are
ancient. Also, you're so smart that the professors have asked you to substitute
for them, have they not?" Ron responded, loading up his plate with turkey and
mashed potatoes.

Hermione blushed and said, "That is a valid point. I assume you want me to ask
her something about boys and act like a confused teenager?" she asked Harry,
who nodded. "It shouldn't be too hard; I've been listening to Lavender and
Parvati for more than 6 years."
Harry snickered and ate a dinner roll. "I don't have much time, Snape arranged
for my detention to happen in the middle of dinner."
"What a bastard," Ginny commented and kissed Harry on the cheek as she sat down
next to him.
"Hey Gin. We're planning on having Selhorn seduce Snape," Ron said, wasting no
time.
"That would be an interesting partnership. The two meanest teachers together?
Is that really a good idea?"
"It would make them nicer, don't you think?"
"Or they would be able to plan out who their next victim is and terrorize us
all one at a time in a systematic fashion," Ginny answered.
Ron had clearly not considered this. A bit of mashed potatoes fell out of his
mouth, which was open in a horrified "O". Harry tried to laugh as Ron said,
"No. That couldn't happen. No…no…"
"Well, I guess I'll be off. I have to go scrub some cauldrons," Harry told
Ginny, and made a face. "No chance at getting Snape laid before my detention?"
he asked the table.
"Not unless it's you, mate," Seamus joked and the table laughed.
Harry walked out of the Great Hall as though he had been asked to spend more
time with Hagrid's Blast Ended Skrewts. He was not pleased with this outcome.
However, the look on Snape's face when he called him a "greasy haired twat" was
actually almost worth the detention.
He stepped down the stairs to the dungeons, ignoring the jeers from the
Slytherins as they passed him by. Thinking about the plan to get Snape laid
helped him feel better, though. Ginny was wrong. Hell, if he got to have sex,
he'd be in a better mood. He and Ginny had only groped under their clothes a
couple times.
Yet, there was something about Ginny that Harry couldn't decide upon. He
definitely enjoyed kissing her, and he definitely didn't mind when she stroked
his cock. However, touching her breasts was not what he expected it would be.
It didn't give him that victorious leap in his chest like his dorm mates had
alluded to. Perhaps they were elaborating a bit; they just wanted everyone to
think they were sex gods.
He knocked on the door to Snape's office. Snape had requested that he do the
detention in his office instead of his classroom. Harry had not been to Snape's
office since the accident in Snape's Pensieve his fifth year. This was going to
be a nightmare.
**
"Come in, Mr. Potter."
Harry walked in, giving the office a quick glance around, hoping to find any
sort of non-Potions related hobby, so he could relay it back to Hermione. No
such luck. It was covered with potions ingredients and old potion journals.
"Well, Mr. Potter, because I am a – how did you put it? – 'arrogant fuck wad',
I have the inability to clean these cauldrons satisfactorily. Since I hear you
do a lot of housework at your Muggle relatives' house, perhaps you could help
me," Snape glared at Harry with such sinister eyes, his lip quivered a bit.
"May I use my wand, sir?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer.
Apparently, he didn't. "You see, because I'm such an 'idiotic shithead', I
didn't even think of trying to clean it with magic. Why don't you try it and
perhaps you can get back from your detention early so you can go foul up the
crevices of this castle?" Snape suggested coolly.
Harry should have known it was a trap. He had hoped that perhaps Snape didn't
want him there, that he could quickly clean the cauldrons and get out of there.
That was, of course, wishful thinking. Severus Snape was a man as evil and
vindictive a professor could get. "Scourgify!" he said, pointing at the nearest
cauldron.
The cauldron exploded. Pieces of pewter and old Sticking Solution flew through
the air. Harry had enough time to duck behind Snape's desk to avoid the
disaster. He watched as Snape laughed softly, safely encased in a Shield Charm.
"ARE YOU MAD?" Harry roared. "YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!"
Snape rolled his eyes. "You appear to be alive. Have you learned this new drama
from your red-haired girlfriend, or are you just naturally this feminine?"
"FEMININE? YOU SET A HEX SO WHEN I TRIED TO CLEAN THE CAULDRON, IT FUCKING
EXPLODED!"
"You foolish idiot, this was part of your detention. Also, since when have you
EVER been stupid enough to actually believe anything I said? Clearly not at
potions, clearly not at Occlumency; what could possibly have motivated you to
do anything I suggested?" Snape hissed at Harry, who was turning red from
anger.
"I don't know, it could have been that I wanted to get out of this fucking
office! I would do anything to get out of here and actually be doing something
productive! You get satisfaction by hurting me EVERY FUCKING DAY, and you don't
have any other reason for it except you hated that my dad and his friends
bullied you in school!"
Snape, who seemed to be slightly unnerved by this mention of James Potter,
stepped within inches of Harry. Leering into his face, he said "You deserve the
treatment you get, running around and breaking the rules. Potter, you think
that you're above everyone else, but I know the truth. You're just a small,
immature boy who doesn't understand anything about the world. However, I won't
deny that I receive a small amount of satisfaction in ruining your perfect
Gryffindor day."
Harry, now seething, responded with, "Right, because you can't get satisfaction
anywhere else."
"What was that?" Snape asked, pulling his head back a bit.
"You torment us because you haven't been laid in years," Harry snapped. "We
actually were trying to find someone for you to fuck, just so you might be in a
better mood the next morning." When Snape said nothing, Harry continued,
despite every bit of his conscience telling him to stop and run away as fast as
he could. "I saw the way you looked at me and Ginny when you caught us. You're
jealous that I get to have sex and you can't."
At this point, Harry knew he had gone too far. Snape was literally shaking with
fury. "Is that – what you think?" he said in a voice that was so smooth, Harry
briefly wondered if it was actually coming from Snape's mouth. "That I'm –
jealous – of YOU?"
Harry shrunk into the wall as Snape closed in on him. Harry could see every
pore on Snape's face, his deep black eyes penetrating every inch of Harry's
soul. Something stirred at the bottom of his stomach, but he failed to place
the feeling.
"You think – that – that – "Snape said, the shaking finally catching up to his
voice as he came within inches of Harry's face, his white hands clutching
Harry's shoulders in place.
"I think what?" Harry said softly, tilting his head up and leaving his mouth
slightly open.
Snape closed the gap between their mouths, crushing their lips to each other.
He pulled back immediately, apparently shocked at what he had done himself, but
Harry would have none of it. That feeling in the pit of his stomach was
definitely shaping up to be desire. Harry grabbed Snape by his hair and pulled
him back into a fierce kiss. Kissing Ginny had never felt this good. Here,
kissing his professor, he felt as though a set of Filibuster's Fireworks were
going off inside of him. Tongues and teeth crashed together as Harry jumped
onto Snape, straddling him. Snape wrapped his arms around Harry, squeezing him
so hard, his breathing became compromised. Harry didn't mind though. He
clutched Snape's hair as they kissed, also rubbing his growing erection up and
down Snape's midsection.
Snape gave a moan and turned Harry so his back was pressed against the wall. He
pulled back and began sucking Harry's neck as he undid the button on Harry's
pants. It was Harry's turn to cry out in pleasure, unable to do anything but
clutch the man holding him harder.
Snape dropped Harry's legs and disappeared under Harry's robes. Harry suddenly
realized he was standing with his pants and underwear removed. He then realized
Snape had taken him fully in the mouth.
Up and down bobbed Snape's head; each time, Harry's cock seemed to delve deeper
into his throat. Harry was reduced to babbling through near sobs, begging him
to go faster. He clutched at Snape's desk beside him to him himself up. When
Snape began stroking his perineum, Harry's vision exploded into white as he
expelled his seed down Snape's throat.
After a few moments had passed, Snape removed his mouth and stood up, leaving
Harry to slump against the wall and onto the floor, panting. "That was –" he
choked out.
"You're not finished," Snape said in a low, husky voice as he began to remove
his pants as well. Harry sucked in a breath. What next? He gazed at Snape –
Severus? – watching him slide out of his robes as well. Hermione was right.
While he wasn't the most attractive bloke in the world, he was good looking,
and, while skinny, had ripples of muscle up and down his body. Harry swallowed
in anticipation as Severus laid Harry down on his back and kissed him again.
This time, though, it was softer, slower, as though Severus was trying to savor
every moment. Harry ran his hands up and down Severus' back as his tongue
gently pushed into his professor's mouth. Severus stiffened, pulled away, and
muttered a spell, making Harry's arse feel slick, wet, and open. Harry then
realized what was about to happen and looked at Severus with panic showing in
his face.
"Don't be afraid," he said, pulling Harry's legs around his waist and
positioning himself at Harry's entrance.
"I just didn't expect – "
"Stop talking and live in the moment," Severus said, with a hint of frustration
in his voice.
Harry unclenched himself and allowed Severus to penetrate him. A burning
sensation flooded through his body. Wincing, he tried to wiggle around a bit to
get more comfortable. After the initial pain, a soft pleasantness began to waft
through him, stirring his previously spent cock. Severus began to move,
thrusting slowly, but deeply. As Harry relaxed, he began to get more and more
enjoyment out of this sex, eventually encouraging Severus to move harder and
faster.
The moment Severus touched a spot inside Harry, a spot he didn't even know
existed, Harry knew he fancied blokes. A woman could never do this to him. This
spot made Harry cry out louder than he had ever done so before, made him wild
inside, wanting more contact. He pulled Severus down to him, kissing him with
abandon, thrusting himself up to hit that spot he enjoyed so much.
Severus began to thrust harder and faster, his strokes becoming less systematic
and more frantic as both of their orgasms built. Harry wrapped his fingers
around his member and began to stroke himself. The feeling of both Severus'
cock in his arse and his hands around his own cock brought his orgasm rather
quickly. He cried out as he spurted between them, feeling Severus grow warmer
and come to completion as well, emptying himself into Harry.
They stayed like that, catching their breath and staring into each others' eyes
for quite some time. Eventually, Severus pulled out and rolled over. Harry sat
up silently, looking Severus up and down. What now?
"Your detention is completed," Severus told Harry as he straightened out his
pants to put them on.
"Oh," Harry said shyly and slid his pants on as well. "Well, I guess I
should…."
"You should…"
"Do be more cheerful tomorrow, yeah?" Harry asked bravely.
Severus didn't answer and Harry turned and walked away, closing his office door
behind him.
"I will. I will."
FIN
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