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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Ron_Weasley/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Ron_Weasley, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_-_Freeform, Dubious_Consent, Plot_What_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-09-08 Words: 308
****** Detention ******
by snakeling
Summary
     Ron has detention in the dungeons.
Snape looked up from the essays he was marking.
“Mr Weasley. Late, as per usual.”
“It’s just 8 o’clock.”
“Not on my clock, Mr Weasley. And it’s the only one that counts, isn’t it?”
Ron didn’t answer, seething. Snape stood up and locked the door with a flick of
his wand.
“You won’t get out until you’ve mastered that severing charm. So get to work.”
He pointed to the stuffed mannequin against the wall. Ron raised his wand, and
began to say the severing spell, quietly at first, then louder and louder as
frustration set in.
“Oh for God’s sake! Weasley, shouting will achieve nothing!”
Snape stepped behind Ron and put his hands over Ron’s wrists to direct his
moves. The position brought their bodies flush together, until Ron could feel
the unmistakable sensation of an erection pressed against his arse. He froze.
Snape closed his arms against Ron and ground his hips harder against Ron’s
arse. His breath ghosted against Ron’s ear.
“Afraid, Weasley?”
“I’m not afraid.”
It was a lie, of course, but Ron wasn’t about to admit he was scared, not to
Snape.
“Of course. You’re a Gryffindor, renowned for their courage.”
Snape’s right hand left Ron’s arms to slid down his chest, until it cupped
Ron’s groin. Ron was not gay, he wasn’t, and he couldn’t explain the reaction
of his body. Ron’s cock surged in Snape’s hand, and a moan escaped him.
A pinch at his nipple, softened by the layers of clothes, brought forth another
moan, until Ron was writhing, played like an instrument by Snape’s expert
hands.
Snape held him until Ron’s legs functioned properly again, then he pushed him
to the door.
“Tsk. Look at the hour. Nearly curfew, it wouldn’t be proper that I keep you in
detention. You’ll just have to come down tomorrow evening to finish it.”
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