Title: Mind Blowing
By: Bridget McKennitt
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 2809
Summary: A hex puts Harry in an uncomfortable position, but leaves Snape blown away.
Challenge: 3. Draco Malfoy throws a hex on Harry that makes Harry horny as hell, but Draco had not expected Harry to make Snape his object of attention. 19. Harry, Snape. Detention. 114. Snape starts having wet dreams about Harry that are so vivid, he can't get them off his mind in broad daylight. And Harry looks like he hasn't slept in *days* "Snape finds Harry, naked, on his desk one morning. Why?
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself. Set before Frodo and company left the Shire.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred. Written for the second wave of Dusk-till-Dawn Harry Potter/Severus Snape Fuh-Q-Fest.
Professor Snape glanced at Harry. "Detention, Mr. Potter. Right now. Class dismissed."
Harry was furious and struggled to keep it under control. Snape had paired him with Malfoy again. As usual, Malfoy had gotten him in trouble. It was probably in retaliation for the prank he pulled on him the other day. Who knew that the red hair dye he used wouldn't rinse out?
"I'll come get you after, okay?" Ron asked as he prepared to leave with Hermione.
"Okay. Better hurry, Ron, else Snape decides to put you in detention for the hell of it." Harry risked looking at Snape. "Bye, Ron."
When the door closed behind the Weasley child, Snape pointed to his supply closet. "I want you to organize and label each container in there. That should be enough work for now."
"Yes, sir."
He grabbed the labels from a drawer and went to do his detention. Harry finished a couple of hours later and walked out of the closet. Snape was at his desk grading papers, so he gathered his bag and walked out of class.
"Come on, Potter. Walk a little faster," Malfoy muttered to himself. The young Slytherin already had his wand out and pointed in his direction. Getting Potter in detention was good, but it wasn't enough for his revenge. He needed more. He had more.
From the note Professor Snape gave him, Malfoy went to the Restricted Section of the library to borrow a book on hexes. He had a doozy of a hex, one that would leave Potter utterly humiliated. All he needed was Potter to get a little closer.
Malfoy chuckled. The hex he found bordered a little on the Dark Side. Whoever was struck by this, they would become as horny as a tomcat. The first person they saw would become their complete sexual focus. It did not matter what gender that person was. Malfoy planned to have Weasel as Potter's focus.
There was the Weasel now, waiting for Potter. Malfoy took aim and cast the spell. The hex hit Potter square in the chest. He stumbled back into class and fell on his arse.
Ron saw him fall and ran towards him. However, Malfoy miscalculated. When Potter opened his eyes, it wasn't Ron he saw. It was Snape, towering over him with a scowl on his face.
Shit.
Harry's head span from whatever was thrown at him. He struggled to open his eyes and saw Professor Snape glaring at him. He opened his mouth to speak when a rush of blood went straight into his groin. A moan came out instead.
"Mr. Potter, I suggest standing up and leaving my class. Unless," Snape raised an eyebrow. "You enjoy my company that much?"
Snape's husky voice made Harry shiver all over and, impossible to believe, he swelled even more. He wanted to jump his teacher. This immediately let out warning signals in his brain. He was lusting over Snape? But the fact was that his erection and horniness were cause by him.
"Potter, are you hard of hearing?"
It took all of his strength, but Harry jumped up and ran out of the classroom.
Night fell and Professor Snape readied himself for bed. He had finished grading his students' pathetic excuses for essays. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered at times. Nearly all of his students were dunderheads, not fit for the beauty that was potions.
He got into bed and pulled the covers over him. Sleep took him quickly.
Snape began to dream. Strange sensations were focused between his legs. A warm mouth, gentle suction, wet tongue. Snape groaned and tried to sit up. The stranger left his aching cock to gently push him back down.
Then he went straight back to sucking Snape's cock, this time going at it with a faster pace. His tongue licked the tip over and over.
Hands held down Snape's trembling thighs as he worked him into a frenzy. Soon he came in a fierce rush and the stranger swallowed every last drop.
But the stranger was not finished yet. He flipped Snape over and had thrust his fingers deep into his arse. Snape bucked up to meet the invading fingers. The stranger's warm breath tickled his neck as he replaced his fingers with his thick prick.
When the stranger came, Snape clutched his pillow tightly as he passed out from the pleasure.
Suddenly Snape woke up in a fit. Was that a dream? It must have been, nothing felt different. He shifted and winced. There was an ache in his arse that wasn't there before. His wards however were undisturbed.
He was imagining things. It must have been a dream.
For the next several days, the dreams grew in vividness and intensity. His stranger began to have a face. Harry Potter's face to be exact. It disturbed Severus to think about what that meant and the fact that he dreamt of shagging one of his students, but the dreams went on. They even began to interrupt him while he was awake. The only thing on his mind was shagging Harry.
He stumbled into class five minutes before it would start and plopped into his chair. Today he would be teaching the sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins. Mr. Potter was in that class.
"Merlin's beard." How could he teach while Potter was there? In the state he was in, he wouldn't be sure if he was dreaming or not, and that was dangerous. He could jump Potter in the middle of class for all he knew.
Severus had two options before him. One, he could go to Dumbledore and ask him for some time off starting from right that second. But then Dumbledore would ask why and Severus did not want to reveal his erotic dreams featuring the Boy Who Lived. That left the second option. He would have to grit and bear through the class period.
He looked up to see some of his students trickling in. Potter was one of them. Well, grit and bear it was then.
Snape stood up and glared at everyone. "I'm tired of everyone screwing up their potions. Today's lesson will purely be book work. Turn to page fifty-six in your texts. I expect you to answer all eighty questions after reading the chapter. This assignment is due at the end of the period."
All of the students got to work. All but one. "Potter, I believe gave you an assignment to do. Do you believe that you're exempted from this?"
Harry sluggishly lifted his head and Snape was surprised to see how pale the boy looked. He had dark bags and blood shot eyes. "No, sir. I'm sorry, sir." He opened his book and started working.
The boy was obviously dead tired. It made him wonder what Potter did at night that got him into that condition and decided not to dwell on it. Dwelling on that question meant thinking about the boy and that was a bad idea. "Next time, Potter, gave a good night's sleep before you come to my class. You are lucky that I decided on book work instead of making potions. I am sure you would be worse than Longbottom here and kill yourself, along with half of the class."
Potter tried to glare at him but even that took too much energy to do. He had to settle for sending his teacher a look before reading again.
Professor Snape thought it best to sit back at his desk and ignore his class for the rest of the period. It was book work. Not even Longbottom could screw that up. Scanning to see that everyone was working, he opened his drawer and took out a book to read. He had been neglecting his reading for the past days. He was planning on creating an experimental potion, but before he did anything, he needed to do some research.
The bell rang and students hurried to finish the questions. "Turn in your assignments on my desk tray before leaving. If I'm missing a single paper, well, that individual would not like what I have in store for him or her." They did as they were told, not wanting to receive Snape's punishment. That is, all but one. Harry Potter had fallen asleep on his open text, lightly snoring.
Hermione was about to wake him up when she heard Snape's voice. "Leave him, Miss Granger. The boy decided to party all night and fell asleep in my class. Well, it's time for him to pay for his foolishness." Hermione wanted to argue but Snape looked at her. "Don't you and Mr. Weasley have a class to fail in? Go."
Ron pulled Hermione away before she could say something. "His fate is up to him now," Snape heard the red haired boy say as they left the room.
Snape sighed and walked over to Potter's sleeping form. He grabbed his shoulder and shook him. "Get up, Mr. Potter."
Potter groggily woke up but he wasn't fully awake. "Yes, sir?"
"Class is over, Potter, but apparently you don't care. I should take points away from Gryffindor for your rude behavior. However, I know a much better way of punishing you. Detention tomorrow with me."
He noticed Potter's panicked face and swallowed the urge to growl. "I am not going to rape you, Potter, so wipe that look off your face." At least not in reality. Dreams didn't count.
I'm not afraid of you raping me, thought Harry. It was the other way around. He was able to fight off the hex most of the time but there were moments when the lust broke free, forcing Harry to act on it. That was the reason for his exhaustion. The lust usually hit him during the night. He would sneak out of the Gryffindor tower with his cloak, head towards Snape's room in the dungeons, slip past the professor's wards, and screw Snape rotten until the sun rose or his lust was temporarily abated. Very temporarily.
"But sir, tomorrow is a Hogsmeade weekend."
"That's an added bonus for me to know you're stuck in detention while the rest of your friends are enjoying themselves, high on sugar and jokes. Now run along to your next class. I wouldn't want to be the reason your professor gives you a detention." The smirk on his face said otherwise.
"Yes, sir." Harry would have argued with Professor Snape but he did have to go to his next class. At least it was Divination. He could catch up on his sleeping in there without worry. Harry could pretend he was meditating or something.
Snape looked up from the essays he was grading to see Harry standing in his doorway. "Don't stand there like a lump, Potter, come inside and close the door." He glanced at the clock. "You surprise me Potter. Not only are you not late but you're actually early for once."
"Might as well get this over with." Sweat started to run down his forehead. He did not want to be alone with Snape.
"Very well." Snape led Harry to a big pile of cauldrons in the corner of the room. "I want you to scrub every single cauldron in this pile. Any cracks you find, patch it up with this." He handed Harry a jar and a stick. "When you're done with this task, come back to me for more." He smirked. "I have you for the entire day, Mr. Potter. Work quickly. I believe you know where the cleaning materials are."
Professor Snape turned around and went into his private office with the essays, closing the doors behind him. Snape would admit this freely; he enjoyed giving students detention. They did the menial work that needed to be done around his classroom which freed him up to grade the endless amount of papers and to do some side research. Of course, he could stop giving his students essays to do but he preferred to make their lives living hells and his papers were a step in the right direction.
Back in the classroom Harry went to the cupboard and got the cleaning supplies he needed and picked up the first cauldron.
"Ugh, what in Merlin's name were they trying to make?" Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust at the purple mold growing on the inside and kept on cleaning. He was halfway through the cauldrons when the lust hit him, and hit him hard. Harry doubled over and stumbled to the floor. The hex never acted like this before.
Oh no. No, no, no! It was day time. There was no way Snape would believe this was a dream. He had to fight it. The lust now was bordering on pain. It always got worse if he did not give in.
"What a way to get expelled," Harry muttered. He could just see himself standing in Dumbledore's office now.
"I am terribly sorry Harry, but I'm afraid we can't allow you to be raping one of your teachers any time you feel like it. Go to your dorm and pack your bags. You'll be going home tonight."
Then he got an idea. Satisfy the hex now and after he was done, he could wipe Snape's mind of the incident with a memory charm. Rolling the words of the spell in his mouth to get used to it, Harry got up and marched to Snape's office. He had some business to. A Snape to screw.
Professor Snape heard the knocking on his door but ignored it. Potter could not already be finished with his task. He probably had a lame excuse on why he could not do it.
Suddenly he heard "Alohomora!" and his door flung open. He opened his mouth to tell off the boy when he saw Potter's green eyes darken and his chest panting heavily. Something was not right.
Potter marched up to Snape, pulled him forward by yanking on his robe and kissed him. Snape was so surprised by Potter's change of attitude that his mouth opened involuntarily.
A warm tongue slipped in and began battling with his own. Snape pushed him away and gaped with his mouth open. "What is wrong with you, boy?" He did not bother to mention that he liked Harry's kiss.
"We need to have sex right now," Harry growled. With that, Harry jumped Snape and began tearing at his clothes. "Too much clothes!"
For a brief moment, Severus wondered if he was dreaming again. Harry Potter would never want to shag him in real life. Then he said to hell with it. Dream or not, he wanted this badly.
He threw his arms around Harry and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. Harry would have none of that though. He wanted Severus naked. He got Severus' black robe halfway down his body as Severus returned the favor.
Harry dipped his head and licked Severus' bare chest, from his belly up to his neck. "You taste so good. The sweetest dessert the house elves can make isn't as good you." He licked him again, this time going down on him.
Severus removed all of their clothes and pushed Harry into his chair. "Top or bottom," he growled.
"Whatever makes you happy, but hurry. Just hurry."
Severus hurried to his shelves and grabbed a vial that would work nicely as a substitute for real lubrication. He opened it, dripped his fingers, and rubbed it against Harry's opening. The Boy Who Lived moaned and grabbed for Severus' hand. "I--I'm ready. N--No need to tease me. Just. Oh! Put it in me."
"Harry--"
He silenced him with a hard kiss. "Never thought you'd be the chatty type during sex."
That got to him. Severus covered his prick with the lubrication and pressed himself against Harry. Without warning, he thrust in and groaned. The boy was incredibly tight. Severus wanted to ask if he was okay but Harry started moving against him and words escaped his lips. He began to pound into Harry until he felt a clench and stars blind his vision. He lost consciousness.
When Snape woke up, he glanced over at his clock and saw that it was morning, next day. He rubbed the back of his head. "What the hell happened?" Glancing about his office, he saw nothing out of place. Not even his clothes. The only thing strange he could recall was his dream. Deciding it was nothing, he got up and opened the door into the classroom.
The sight he saw made him stop cold. There, on his desk, was a naked Harry Potter. Asleep. "Merlin's beard!" His mind raced. Did his dream actually occur? Then all of a sudden he smiled. If so, he would be happy to return the favor to the young Mr. Potter. Snape licked his lips in anticipation.
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