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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Severus_Snape/Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher/Student_Roleplay, underage_in_some_areas_17+, snarry, Angst,
      Romance
  Series:
      Part 1 of Hexed_Series
  Collections:
      Ink_Stained_Fingers, HPFandom
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-01-03 Words: 2879
****** Hexed ******
by Eriador117
Summary
     Harry gets hit by a lust spell in Potions and only someone else can
     help him counteract the affects.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Hexed
Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived to Defeat Voldemort at Long Last perched
uncomfortably on his stool. He shifted to try and ease his aching erection. Ten
more minutes until lunch and then maybe, finally he could get some relief. He'd
been having trouble all morning, even a fevered wet dream the night before had
done nothing to ease his raging libido.
He'd tried masturbating in the shower that morning, but with four other boys in
the other cubicles, it wasn't particularly private and Dean's shouts of, "Oi,
Potter, what's taking you so long?" amidst giggles from the rest of them didn't
help either.
It didn't help that the star of his dreams and fantasies for the past few weeks
was stalking around the classroom with a swirl of black robes that made Harry's
throat constrict and hardened him even further. He just hoped the professor did
not know what effect he was having on this particular student.
Things might have been different if Harry had paid more attention to the class
rather than its instructor. Before Voldemort's demise, he would have kept a
wary eye on Malfoy and his cronies, suspecting them of being one step away from
Death Eaters. But since nearly all the Slytherins had fought on the side of
Light during that final battle, tensions had eased up somewhat and Harry didn't
think he needed to worry. He'd forgotten that Malfoy's dislike of him went
further than what side of the battlefield they were on.
Harry was too distracted, he didn't even see Malfoy extract his wand, didn't
hear the hex until it reached him, the force of it knocking him from his stool.
But Snape had seen and in a blink of an eye, Malfoy was disarmed and glared
hard at his professor and head of house. The Slytherins were in uproar, never
had Snape ever punished one of his own house before.
"Mr. Malfoy, detention tonight with Mr. Filch. It might remind you not to throw
hexes in my class where I can see you! Not very Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy."
Harry struggled to get to his feet just as the bell rang for the end of class.
The students waited anxiously for Snape's dismissal. No-one ever left his
classroom without permission. It was a few moments before he did.
Harry gathered up his books, sitting back at his desk as he did so, trying to
hide his arousal. He'd been hard even before Malfoy had cast the hex, but now
he was so hard that it hurt to move. He burned and all he could think of was
getting to a bathroom and getting some much needed relief. His world came
crashing down round his ears when Snape spoke next. "Potter, stay behind."
He looked desperately at Ron and Hermione who shrugged their shoulders, but he
knew they couldn't really do anything to help him. Harry was aching to get some
time alone with his hands, but there was no chance of that when he was about to
be lectured in Snape's classroom. He just knew he was about to get a lecture on
paying attention. He hoped the man didn't expect him to stand up anytime soon.
When the last of the stragglers had left for lunch, Snape locked and warded the
door. "Come with me, Potter."
Snape headed towards his office.
Harry wondered if he banged his head hard enough on the desk if he would be
able to knock himself out. Being unconscious was preferable to the Potions
master finding out about his body's condition.
But Snape wasn't looking at him, was assuming that Harry would follow him.
Harry swallowed around the fluttering snitch that had decided to take up
residence in his throat and stood up on legs that resembled something rubbery,
rather than flesh and bone. He draped his robe around the front of his body,
grateful that all his robes were just that little bit too large for him and hid
a multitude of sins.
Snape walked straight through his office and paused at the doorway to his
private chambers. He whispered the password and waved his wand, dismantling the
wards, before glancing back at Harry and holding his hand out, waiting for
Harry to precede him through the door.
"You may use my bathroom, Potter," said Snape in the softest tone of voice
Harry had ever heard him use, and never with him.
"Sir?" squeaked Harry, mortified beyond endurance. The man knew about Harry's
predicament. This day could not get any worse. Except it could.
"The hex Malfoy cast was an ancient lust spell, used in duels to break the
concentration of your opponent. It is not as potent as an aphrodisiac potion,
but debilitating all the same. I thought my bathroom would be a bit more
private for you than the dorms or one of the school bathrooms. You will not
feel relief until you've... er..."
Snape blushed, two splotches of red high on his cheekbones. Harry thought it
was endearing and exciting.
"Um, thank you sir," said Harry, flushing and glancing round at three closed
doors. "Er, sir, the bathroom?"
Snape waved a hand and the bathroom door opened. Harry dived in, slamming the
door behind him but not bothering to lock it. He sank down, his back resting
against the door, his knees drawn up. He quickly unzipped his trousers, but
didn't bother with pulling them down. There was no time for leisurely
explorations to see what felt good. He was all about need and he needed to
come. Right now if possible.
He fumbled through the slit in his boxers, grasping his length firmly in his
fist and tugging frantically, trying to get some much needed friction. Normally
a few good tugs and thrusts of his hips and he would be there, spilling himself
on his hands, but it wasn't working. He pulled harder and harder on his cock,
but he wasn't coming, just getting sore.
Tears of frustration stung his eyes as he pulled himself harder and harder,
rubbing his cock raw. He spat on his hands and tried again, thrusting his hips
into his hand, but nothing was helping. He moaned in agony. Oh, God! He needed
to come so badly, but something wasn't right. It was as though there was
something blocking his orgasm, but not diminishing the need for it. Was it the
spell Malfoy cast?
His wrist was sore and his fingers were cramping as he squeezed as hard as he
could against his cock, but it still wasn't enough to make him come.
"Potter? Are you all right?" came Snape's voice through the door. No, he wasn't
all right. He was far from all right. Harry rubbed at his face, wiping away the
tears and snot. His chest and cock hurt and he just so wanted it to be over.
"No - sir - I - I can't," sobbed Harry.
"I'm coming in," said Snape. Harry tucked his throbbing erection back in his
trousers and zipped up, moving away from the door and resting his back against
the side of the bath. He hung his head on his knees, not wanting the man to see
him crying like a baby over this.
"Talk to me, Potter," commanded Snape and Harry was so used to obeying that
voice that he did.
"It hurts," he sobbed to his knees. "I can't - I can't come and it aches."
There was a rustle of cloth as Snape knelt down beside him. He took Harry's
face in his hands and tilted Harry's head up so that Harry had no option but to
look at the man. Snape's eyebrow rose a fraction.
"It seems Mr. Malfoy has added another element to the hex. Someone else needs
to bring you to orgasm. Do you have a girlfriend who could help?"
Harry shook his head, tears still trickling down his cheek.
"A boyfriend?" asked Snape, his voice a tad shaky.
"No," sighed Harry and glanced up at that face that haunted his dreams. He felt
as though he was drowning in two deep black pools.
"Will you let me help you, Harry?" Snape asked softly.
Harry's breath hitched on hearing his name from the man's lips.
"I shouldn't be doing this, you're a student," said Snape as though trying to
talk himself out of it.
"Please, sir, please," begged Harry.
"Are you sure?" asked Snape, tracing a finger along Harry's tear stained cheek.
Harry nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
"Very well. You need to come quickly, Harry, so forgive me that this will be
rushed."
Snape unzipped Harry's trousers and delved inside his underwear, tugging
Harry's cock out into the air. Precome was already leaking from the tip and
Snape pressed a fingertip to the slit and spread the lubrication around Harry's
length and began stroking to a steady rhythm. He was a lot firmer than Harry
had been, his hands a lot bigger and it felt so different to the way Harry
touched himself.
Soon Harry was gasping and bucking his hips into the warmth of those hands.
Hands that he'd only ever dreamed of touching him before. But this wasn't a
dream. He could feel the edge of the bath digging into his back, the cool tiles
beneath his hands and Snape's ragged breathing in his ear. He was close, so
close.
"Don't stop!" he pleaded, even as he thrust his hips again. Harry felt his
whole body tense, a tightness coiling in his belly and balls and knew he was
nearly there. He screamed and arched his back, his release gushing over Snape's
hands and onto the floor, onto his trousers and Snape's robes. Pulse after
pulse of semen, Harry had never shot so much before in his life. The orgasm
seemed to go on forever and he was panting hard and didn't want Snape to stop
touching him.
Snape milked him of every last drop, going beyond the point where Harry would
normally have stopped touching himself. A few more spurts dribbled out, but
Snape didn't remove his hand even when Harry had stopped coming.
Harry felt like soggy spaghetti and he leaned against the bath once more,
looking down at Snape's hand still curled around his wilting cock. Snape saw
him looking and hastily removed his hand.
"I'm sorry, I should not have done that. It must be a bit embarrassing, having
the greasy Potions master touch you." Snape stood up and was about to wipe his
hand on his robes when Harry reached out and grabbed his arm.
"No," said Harry, pulling Snape's hand towards his mouth. He'd never done this
before, but he wanted to taste himself. Taste himself on Snape's fingers. He
sucked each of the man's fingers one by one, suckling like a baby nursing.
Snape gasped and Harry released his fingers with a loud pop. Snape's eyes were
closed and he was breathing heavily. He took a step backwards, out of Harry's
reach.
"Nervous, excited, elated, but not embarrassed," said Harry. "And maybe a
little bit aroused."
Snape's eyes snapped open and flickered to Harry's groin, where Harry's cock
was stirring again. It felt more like a natural arousal now and he wondered
what it would feel like if they could take their time.
"It's the hex," protested Snape. "You were under the influence of a powerful
aphrodisiac spell!"
"Yes," agreed Harry. "You."
"What? What do you mean?"
"I mean I was hard even before Malfoy cast that hex at me. That's why I was so
distracted that I didn't see him. I was thinking about you."
"Is this some sort of foolish Gryffindor prank? It's not very funny, Potter."
"No, professor. It's not a joke. I - lo - I like you." Harry hoped the truth
shone in his eyes, for he didn't know how else to convince the man if he did
not believe his words.
"You're a student, Potter. I should never have touched you like that," repeated
Snape, looking aghast at what he'd allowed to transpire in the bathroom. "I'll
understand if you want to report this to the headmaster."
"I'm not going to the headmaster," said Harry, standing up on shaky legs and
putting himself to rights again. "I was under a curse, you helped me. You did
nothing wrong, professor. Would you have helped me if the curse wasn't sexual
in nature?"
"Yes, if I could be of help."
"This was no different. It wasn't like you abused me or forced me to do
anything."
"But I wanted - I wanted to touch you. I've thought of touching you before."
Harry sank down on the edge of the bath before he fell down. Snape wanted to
touch him? Snape was interested in him? That was unexpected news.
"But you are a student and it's wrong."
"You're right professor," said Harry. "I am a student. For three more weeks."
"What are you saying, Potter?"
"I'm saying that if I come back after graduation, would you be interested in
me?"
"What, a goodbye fuck from the famous Harry Potter? I don't do one night
stands," said Snape coldly.
"Neither do I," hissed Harry. "Despite the rumours you may have heard to the
contrary."
It shouldn't hurt this much, should it? That Snape had believed the rumours,
that Harry was in a different bed every night, boy girl, it didn't matter
whose?
"Think what you like," he said angrily, trying to push past Snape to the door.
And dammit all to hell, he was going to burst out crying again like a girl. He
wanted to yank his eyes out of his head. "I was waiting, all right? I was
waiting for you! But if you're not interested..." Harry tried to navigate his
way to the door through the shimmery haze of his tears, but something was
preventing his escape.
Something black and solid. Snape's chest and suddenly Snape's arms wrapped
around him and Harry was sobbing hard against that bulk. He wondered if tear
stains showed up on black clothes and what detergent Snape used or if he used
house elves and Hermione would be angry at that or if he used cleaning spells
or if...
"Harry, I can feel you thinking," said Snape and Harry's thoughts stopped. "I'm
sorry, Harry," whispered Snape and pressed a soft kiss on Harry's untidy hair.
The kiss felt more intimate than Snape's hands on his cock had done.
"I didn't know how you felt," said Snape. "I thought you hated me."
"I thought you hated me," Harry mumbled against Snape's chest.
Snape cupped Harry's chin in his hand and tilted Harry's head up to face him.
"Not for a long time." Snape wiped Harry's tears away with the back of his
hands. "So is it true, Harry? That you were waiting?"
"Yes, the terrible truth is out. Harry Potter is the world's only seventeen
year old virgin. Pitiful, huh?"
"No, Harry. There is nothing pitiful about waiting for the right time or the
right person," said Snape, rubbing soothing circle's on Harry's back. If he'd
been a cat, Harry would have purred. As it was, he contented himself with soft
murmurs, being held firmly in Snape's arms. He felt safe there, the first time
he'd ever really felt safe since Voldemort's defeat.
"Harry, I think that if you were to seek me out after graduation, I would not
be averse to starting something with you. But it would be difficult. Your
friends probably would not approve and the Order..."
"Professor?"
"Yes?"
"Can you be quiet and kiss me?"
Snape blinked, obviously shocked at the request, but he didn't deny it. He
pressed his mouth firmly against Harry's, his tongue tracing along Harry's
lips. Harry moaned happily into the man's mouth, his toes curling. He rocked
forwards, his erection pressing into Snape's hips and felt and echoing hardness
against his own and all the while Snape was kissing him as though he needed
Harry's breath rather than oxygen to live. Harry ground himself shamelessly
against Snape's leg, groaning as each touch sent shockwaves through his groin.
Snape pulled his mouth away, "Harry, we've got to stop," he said breathlessly,
but Snape wasn't moving away from him, in fact his grip was even firmer as he
pulled Harry towards him and rubbed against Harry with equal fervour. "Oh,
professor!" moaned Harry in ecstasy, but it was the wrong thing to say.
Snape caressed his cheek. "We can't do this, Harry. Not until you graduate. It
wouldn't be right."
Harry pouted and Snape groaned. "You would tempt a saint, Harry and I am no
saint. But I want to do this properly. Where you are not my student and you
don't have to rush to class. Lunch is almost over."
As Snape said it, Harry's stomach growled. He'd forgotten all about lunch, too
intent on Snape.
Snape cast a cleaning spell on both of them and Harry felt a little sad that
the evidence of what had happened between them was so easily removed.
Harry reluctantly disentangled himself from Snape's embrace but Snape pulled
him back for a quick kiss, a feather light touch of lips against lips.
"Until graduation," sighed Snape against his lips.
"Until graduation," agreed Harry.
It was going to be a long three weeks.
The End
End Notes
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