Title: Curious
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Summary: Set mid-Half Blood Prince. Harry disguises himself as Draco Malfoy and gets caught up in an affair with Snape.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2581
Extra: Unbetad
Warning: Possible non-con


posted to harryslash, snape_potter


It was an ingenious plan, Harry thought somewhat smugly as he strutted along the corridor, marauder’s map in hand and a smirk on his lips. He passed a mirror and glanced at himself.

“Why, good evening Draco,” he said amiably to his reflection. Draco’s pale, pointed face smirked back but for once the sight of it didn’t make Harry want to take puking pastilles.

The idea was actually Hermione’s by proxy, it was she after all who’d come up with the polyjuice idea the last time he’d needed insider information on Draco’s affairs. This time it was even more important that he find out what Draco was up to. He’d become a Death Eater, Harry was sure of it. All he had to do was assume Draco’s form and prod his inner circle for information while Draco was in detention with MacGonagall. Genius.

Harry paused to take out the Marauder’s Map to see where Crabbe and Goyle were. Probably in the Slytherin common room, relaxing after gorging themselves at dinner. Harry peered at the map and gave a start of alarm as he saw a dot labelled “Severus Snape” come gliding up behind the dot labelled “Harry Potter”.

Harry whirled in alarm, stuffing the parchment into his pocket recklessly. He gazed at Snape as he came closer, seeming to fill the entire corridor with his sneer and the sweep of his black robes.

Harry assumed a defiant glare. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, there was nothing Snape could get him for. He was just…

“Ah, Malfoy,” Snape said as he drew to a halt before Harry. Harry blinked. Of course.

“Come with me,” Snape said, turning and striding away down the corridor. Harry hesitated. He had to find Crabbe and Goyle, and besides, the thought of spending time alone with Snape never appealed. But if Draco were to disobey Snape’s orders it would be highly suspect, especially considering how close the two were. Sickeningly close, Harry’d often thought.

Harry turned and reluctantly trotted along the corridor behind Snape. Snape led him through several doorways and up a tall set of stairs into a part of the castle Harry wasn’t sure he’d been to before. They weren’t going to Snape’s office. Where was he taking him? Could this be something to do with what Malfoy was up to…? Was Snape about to reveal something that could prove to be crucial?

“In here, Malfoy,” Snape said, holding open a single door at the top of the staircase. Harry entered diligently. The room was small and empty, with open windows on either wall. The cold autumn wind whistled through and scattered the rushes on the floor of the bare stone room.

“What…” Harry started to say as he turned around. The rest of the sentence disappeared as Snape grabbed hold of Harry by the collar and glared down at him.

This was it. Snape knew. Harry drew in a breath and glared defiantly up into Snape’s black eyes. Strangely, the corner of Snape’s mouth began to twitch.

“Time for our appointment, Malfoy,” Snape said in a voice reminiscent of honey over gravel. “I trust you had not forgotten.”

“No, of course not,” Harry said, trying to make his voice resemble Draco’s supercilious sneer. Snape smiled, oddly snakelike.

“Good,” he purred. He pushed past Harry, making Harry cringe away from the soft brush of his robes. Snape strode over to the corner of the room and waved his wand lazily. A low, single bed materialised against the far wall, just a bare iron bedstead with a mattress on top.

Harry stared.

“Come on, let’s get on with it,” Snape snarled impatiently as he turned to see Harry gawking. “We haven’t got all night. Dumbledore wants to speak with me this evening, and I don’t want to arrive there looking… shall we say… a mess.”

Harry tried to connect his brain to his mouth, but something failed and he simply let out a puff of air. Snape strode over to him, scowling and grabbed him by his robes.

“Now is not the time for coyness, Draco, not after all we’ve been through. You’re acting as if this is the first time. Have you had your memory altered, you foolish boy?” Snape bore Harry over to the corner of the room and deposited him roughly upon the bed.

Harry struggled upwards but was restrained by Snape who was on him in an instant, crushing him back against the mattress with the weight of his body. Harry blinked up at Snape with a mixture of bewilderment, disgust and fear. Snape’s black pools glittered back at him as he emitted a low moan and pressed his lips against Harry’s.

Harry squirmed, but Snape was too heavy and his kiss too insistent. Harry felt his tongue being pressed against the bottom of his mouth as Snape violated him with his own tongue, thrusting it in and out. Harry freed a hand from beneath Snape’s crushing form and felt around for his wand. Snape grabbed the searching hand with his own and interlaced his fingers with Harry’s.

Eventually the pressure eased off and Snape sat up, straddling Harry. Harry lay flushed and panting, his head foggy. He could taste Snape on his lips. What the hell was going on?

Snape reached down and stroked Harry’s cheek gently. Harry squirmed away from the gesture.

“All these years and I still never tire of you, Draco,” Snape said, grinning down at Harry. “Do you remember how… innocent you were back at the beginning? How… bewildered?” Snape let loose a low but menacing laugh. “But over the years, you’ve come to excel under my tutelage, haven’t you?” Harry gaped. Draco- and Snape… all these years they’d been… what, exactly? Having… sex? But they were both male! And Snape was a teacher! Such a thing was impossible! Harry had heard rumours of course, he knew that these things did go on… but he himself had never encountered anything more sinister than childish wanking games in the dormitories… And now it transpired that there was actual sex going on… with Malfoy of all people! And Snape! And now…

Snape was removing his robes. Harry swallowed hard, not wanting to watch but unable to look away. Snape’s skin was alabaster pale, and he was thin to the point that his ribcage was visible through his back. Snape stood up to finish removing the rest of his clothes, and Harry wondered if he ought to try to make a break for it. But it would be too suspicious… Snape would catch him out for sure… Harry felt hot panic began to trickle down his back. He was sweating all over despite the coldness of the room.

With a jolt of horror, Harry realised that Snape had removed his boxershorts and was now standing fully naked before him. What’s more, he was erect.

A wave of hilarity washed over Harry and he felt an urge to scream with laughter. He was seeing Snape naked! He was seeing Snape’s penis! This image would give him a laugh the next time Snape made his life a misery. But the laughter died in Harry’s throat as he looked at Snape’s long, thin penis and thought about where Snape clearly intended to put that penis.

Snape approached the bed again, leaning over Harry, the penis swaying in the cold air like a snake poised to strike as Snape arranged himself on top of Harry. Harry looked at the penis, which seemed to be actively throbbing in the air. Veins stuck out along it. Harry swallowed hard.

Snape began to loosen Harry’s robes slowly, caressing him as he did so. Harry felt complete shame and disgust engulf him as he realised that he too was slowly becoming hard beneath his robes. Harry was a virgin of course, and as such he didn’t have a great deal of control over his body. Anything remotely sexual could set him off. And here was a full grown man with a full grown penis removing his clothes and touching him intimately. Harry considered running for it again, but found to his further disgust that he was actually curious. Curious about sex with a man. Curious about sex with Snape!

Snape pulled Harry’s robes over his head and then hooked his cold, white fingers into Harry’s boxers and began to pull them down. His erect penis sprung out and Harry looked down. He realised with a jolt of sick humour that he was actually looking at Draco Malfoy’s penis. If this wasn’t really Harry’s body, then maybe it was okay to do this with Snape, just once? Just for the experience. After the Polyjuice wore off, he’d be back in his own pure body, right? Harry wasn’t sure if that was right at all, but he put it to the back of his mind. Nobody would ever know, not even Snape. So maybe, just this once…

Snape leaned forward over Harry. Harry was surprised. Was Snape fainting? Snape’s black hair brushed his navel. Then suddenly he felt wet lips slide over his penis.

Harry gave a shuddering gasp which surprised even him. He reached out with groping hands and clutched the edge of the mattress as Snape lowered his head upon him. Harry’s penis slid along Snape’s tongue and deeper into his mouth. Harry stared at the high ceiling and tried to clench his jaw against the moans that wanted to escape.

This continued for some time. Harry closed his eyes against the pleasure of it, no longer bothering to control his moans, opening them again as Snape eased off.

Snape leaned back to a sitting position on top of Harry. He grinned down at him. “And now,” he said, “Have you brought it?”

“It?” Harry ventured nervously.

“The lubrication, boy!” Snape snapped. “I give you one thing to do and you forget more often than not! Sometimes I think you simply like it with greater friction. Masochistic, in many ways. Much like your father.”

Harry gawped. Snape and… Lucius Malfoy? This was just…

“Very well,” Snape sneered. “As you like it.” He grabbed Harry by the shoulder and turned him over roughly in the bed. Harry struggled slightly in protest, but Snape shoved him down against the bed.

Harry pressed his face into the rough mattress and waited expectantly, quivering slightly with excitement. The flush of blood to a certain area of his body seemed to be blocking his feelings of disgust. He imagined he’d want to kill himself after, but right now all he wanted was to let Snape do to him… whatever Snape wanted. His curiosity had reached fever pitch.

Snape parted Harry’s legs from behind and Harry blinked. He clutched the iron posts of the bedstead and waited.

He felt something smooth brush against the cheeks of his bum, and shuddered. Snape moaned softly behind him. He stroked a cold hand over Harry’s bum cheeks.

“Soft…” Snape muttered. He parted Harry’s legs further until Harry began to feel slightly ridiculous, sprawled out like that. Then he felt Snape’s thighs pressing against his own, the touch soft and smooth.

He felt pressure against his opening, and grasped the iron bars tighter with cold, sweaty hands. Snape pushed harder and Harry felt himself part. Snape slid inside him an inch.

Harry mashed his face into the mattress and groaned. Although he had assumed Draco’s form, this still wasn’t Draco’s body. This body hadn’t become accustomed to sex through the regular amorous encounters with Snape. This was Harry’s body… a virgin body… and it was being violated. Harry cried out as Snape slid in further, and Snape pressed his cold hand on the back of Harry’s neck, pinning him to the bed as he moved deeper. Harry felt humiliatingly dominated as Snape kept pushing inside him. Then Snape moved against something inside Harry and he gave a harsh cry of mingled pain and pleasure. Snape panted a little from somewhere behind him and then began to withdraw.

Was it over? Harry tried to turn his head to look up at Snape, but Snape had him pinned. Snape suddenly stopped going backwards and plunged inside Harry again.

Harry screamed, but the mattress muffled most of it. He kept screaming as Snape picked up a rhythm, moving in and out of him, making the small bed dance and Harry’s body shift rhythmically upon the mattress.

Harry sobbed around a mouthful of the mattress fabric, enduring Snape’s movement. From a long way away he could hear Snape moaning loudly. This must be why they had chosen this place for their encounters… it was so far away from the main body of the castle that nobody would be around to hear whatever noises the two liked to make. Nobody would be able to hear Harry scream.

Harry began to wonder whether his acting as Draco was sufficient. The thought that Snape might realise who he was really enjoying with such voracity made Harry tense all over. This made Snape let out an even louder series of moans.

But all Harry’s worries were erased as he felt his own orgasm building through the pain and awkwardness of what was being done to him. He felt Snape’s cold fingers claw their way across his belly and wrap themselves around Harry’s own straining penis. Harry raised his head from the mattress and let out a cry that echoed around the cold walls of the room as he spilled into Snape’s fist. Snape seemed to be excited by this as his own movements sped up.

Harry pressed his face into the mattress again as he heard Snape let out a long groan behind him. Snape pulled out of him roughly, making Harry hiss. He felt something wet sliding down the backs of his thighs.

Snape was sitting panting on the side of the bed when Harry raised his head. Snape looked back at him, not grinning anymore, just flushed and sweaty. His pale skin looked oddly waxen in the evening light that fell through the open windows.

Snape stood up and began to dress. Not knowing what else to do, and hating to lie naked in front of Snape for even another minute, Harry began to dress also. When he’d pulled on his clothes he sat back down on the bed, his legs weak and his backside hurting. He felt shaky and sick.

Snape straightened his own robes and looked down at Harry.

“Back to your common room now, Harry,” he said, dismissing Harry with a wave of his hand. Harry nodded, feeling sheepish, and quickly made his way to the door. He opened it and was about to leave, when he suddenly felt the sweat on his body turn to ice.

“Harry?” he asked Snape, turning to him in horror. “You… I mean… You knew it was…”

“Have you forgotten, idiot boy,” said Snape, glowering, “That I am an accomplished Legilimens? I read your mind the moment I saw you and knew it was you, idiot Potter. I proceeded with the charade in order to get my ultimate revenge on that strutting fatheaded father of yours… Fitting, don’t you think? Fucking his son?” Snape’s grin glittered.

Harry gaped, his fear, pain, exhaustion and confusion mingling into one strong and concentrated emotion- rage. He grabbed for his wand, but Snape was quicker.

“Obliviate!” he cried, pointing his wand at Harry.

The next day, Harry remembered nothing… but the pain in his rear end lingered for days.






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