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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      James_Sirius_Potter/Blaise_Zabini
  Character:
      James_Sirius_Potter, Blaise_Zabini
  Additional Tags:
      AO3_1_Million, Student/Teacher
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-16 Words: 1764
****** Legacy of the Potters ******
by AquilaCinereo
Summary
     There has only been a month since the start of James' fifth year. He
     is on his way to his third week of detentions with prof. Blaise
     Zabini. But this detention doesn't go the same way the others have.
     This time a question arises, how far is James willing to go to
     protect his loved ones?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
He had only been back for a month and James was on his way to his third week of
detention. He hadn’t planned to get caught sneaking out on their first night
back, or be late for his potions class. It was all just accidents. He sighed as
he neared the potions classroom. And of course it just had to be Zabini who
caught him, the teacher hated him and never failed to give him detentions or
take points. Of course the Slytherin head of house took as many points as
possible from all Gryffindors, but he seemed to have targeted James in
particular. He wondered why, it wasn’t like he had had a school-rivalry with
his dad or anything, like dads potions teacher had had with grandpa. James
entered the classroom and prepared for the torture. Usually when you had
detention you had to clean without magic, scrub cauldrons or something, but not
this time. The past two weeks James had spent his detention doing nothing.
Like, seriously nothing. He had been forced to sit on a chair and stare into
thin air for the entire duration of the detention, while Zabini sat at his desk
grading papers. He wasn’t allowed to draw, sleep or even study. He usually felt
like he was going mad after five minutes. 
 
Two minutes had passed and James felt like he wanted to crawl out of his own
skin, it felt like bugs was running along his back, knowing he wasn’t allowed
to move. He began rocking back and forth in an attempt get rid of the feeling,
but it didn’t particularly help.
 
“Mr. Potter?” James froze and looked up to see professor Zabini looking and him
with a strange expression.
 
“Yes?” He said carefully.
 
“Would you like to spend your detentions differently?” Zabini asked after a
while.
 
“What?” James felt a small surge of hope. “Yes, please.” Zabini looked at him
contemplatingly before rising.
 
“Stand up.” James did so and Zabini stood before him, slightly too close to be
comfortable. James edged backwards and felt himself blush at Zabini’s amused
smirk. Suddenly angry at himself for blushing James looked up and met the eyes
of his professor. As if this was his cue to speak Zabini opened his mouth
again.
 
“Are you sure? You’d do anything?” James felt a slight unease at the look in
Zabinis eyes, but he raised his head stubbornly.
 
“Yes. Whatever it is it can’t b-” He was cut of as Zabini placed a hand on his
chest and pushed him back against the wall.
 
“What the f-” Zabini effectively silenced him by pressing their lips together.
James tried to push him away but felt the older man take hold of his wrists and
hold them still. He was strong and managed to hold James still despite him
being quite fit himself.
 
“What the fuck?! Get of me!” James yelled as Zabini pulled away.
 
“Oh, James. You said you’d do anything.” Zabini said, voice slightly mocking.
 
“Well, not this!” He answered feeling disgusted, angry and, though he would
never admit it, afraid.
 
“But James-”
 
“Get of me!” James struggled to get free, but Zabini had a firm grip on his
wrist and forced him still by pressing his body against James’ , trapping him
between his professor and the wall.
 
“So you want me to find someone else instead?” James froze.
 
“What?” He breathed.
 
“Yes, maybe a first year. How about that lovely little sister of yours?”
 
“You fucking bastard, you leave Lily alone!” James resumed his struggles.
 
“Only if I can have you.” James’ eyes flicked up to meet the eyes of his
professor. The look in Zabini’s eyes was nothing but feral, it was the eyes of
a man who would do anything to get what he wanted. Zabini turned his body
slightly and James could feel the older mans erection press against his hip. He
tried to pull away, but couldn’t move.
 
“You sick fuck.” The insult seemed to passed completely unnoticed by Zabini who
leaned in close.
 
“So, how’s it gonna be James? You, or your sister?” James felt completely
hopeless, there wasn’t a way out. He closed his eyes as he felt tears well up
in them.
 
“I hate you.” He whispered, but he didn’t fight as Zabini kissed him again. He
felt Zabinis tongue flicker over his lips, but kept his mouth firmly closed.
 
“Now, now James. I’m gonna need you to cooperate with me on this. You know
what’ll happen otherwise.” He leant in and claimed James’ lips again. This time
James hesitantly opened his mouth. He felt an involuntary gasp escape him as
Zabini’s tongue entered his mouth. The man tasted surprisingly good and he
couldn’t hold back a small moan. He felt the professor smirk against his lips
and disgust welled up in him. He couldn’t enjoy this!
 
Zabini smirked as he heard a small moan escape the younger man. He had wanted
this for so long, but he had never really had the possibility to take the boy
before. He gasped as the younger man squirmed below him, causing his hipbone to
rub against Zabinis hard cock. He pulled back to breath and studied the boy in
front of him. His dark hair was as chaotic as usual and his oh-so-kissable lips
was wet and swollen after their kiss. Hazel eyes were closed, but that didn’t
matter. There would be plenty of time to make sure he kept them open later. For
now, it would do just to fuck him.
 
James gasped as he felt their clothes disappear and the cold air of the
dungeons struck his skin. His eyes flew open and he met Zabini’s eyes. No! He
tried to pull away, but stopped as he remembered Lily. His body was crawling
and the only thing he wanted was to run, to get away from Zabini as fast as he
could. But he couldn’t. He knew he would let Zabini do anything as long as he
didn’t go after Lily. Zabini spun them around and bent him over a bench. James
began to cry as he felt one of Zabini’s fingers push itself into him. It burned
and he tried to wriggle away from the intruding feeling. Pleading words began
to fall from his lips as he begged his teacher not to do this.
 
“It’s okay James. Just relax and it won’t even hurt.” James kept pleading,
barely even aware of Zabini adding another finger. He felt the fingers move and
curl within him but couldn’t do anything to fight it anymore. He jerked as a
jolt of pleasure shot through him. Zabinis fingers repeatedly touched that same
spot as he prepared the boy to take something quite a bit bigger. He wasn’t
very large, only about average, but it was still some difference between two
fingers and his cock. He carefully reached around the boy and took James’ half-
hard cock in his other hand. It only took a few quick strokes to make the boy
fully hard. James began pleading again, but now he wasn’t even sure what he was
pleading for. If it was for Zabini to leave him alone, or for Zabini to make
him come. He didn’t know himself, and he honestly didn’t care anymore. He had
stopped crying but the pleading words kept falling from his lips. He felt
Zabini’s fingers leave him and a small while escaped him. The disgust he had
felt earlier was gone together with the tears and James felt completely empty.
What did it matter if he made noises, or enjoyed something Zabini did? It
wasn’t as if he could stop the man anyway. He felt Zabini start to push his
cock inside him. The older man was still stroking James’ own cock and he moaned
as the mixed signals of pain and pleasure shot through him. The older man
didn’t give him any time to adjust to the burning pain or the new sensation
before he started to pound into him ruthlessly. He set a quick pace, but kept
stroking James cock with slow and controlled motions. As the pain slowly
reduced James felt his hips buck as of their own accord, seeking more friction
and release. Zabini changed the angle with which he was thrusting into James,
now hitting his prostate on almost every thrust. James felt the release
building before Zabini stopped moving and gripped the base of James’ cock
tightly, forbidding him to come. Senseless babbling noises escaped his mouth
before James once again began begging.
 
“Please, please, just let me.. please, professor, please.”
 
“Please what James?” Zabini asked softly, still in control, despite being on
the verge of coming. He boy was so hot, and so tight. This was so much better
than he had ever imagined.
 
“Please, let me, let me come.”
 
Zabini resumed his thrusting as he once again began stoking James’ cock
carefully, slowly picking up the pace. Already being on the edge it didn’t take
much for James to come. The orgasm hit him and he clenched around Zabini,
pushing also him over the edge. James started to come down from his high and
felt Zabini come inside him. Suddenly the realization struck home. He had just
been fucked by his teacher. Disgust welled up in him and he wanted to throw up.
Zabini pulled out of him and James all but collapsed on the ground. He curled
around himself, crying once again. He felt Zabinis come trickle out of him as
he lay on the cold stone floor of the potions classroom. He heard Zabini move
around in the room and after a while the older man crouched before him. Zabini
was once again dressed and looked as meticulous as he had before all this. He
murmured a cleaning charm and James felt the stickiness of his own come
disappear.
 
“Get dressed. Your detention as almost over.” Zabini handed James his clothes
before going back to his desk, sitting down to grade papers. James rose and
started to dress himself. He felt almost as disgusted as he felt ashamed, but
most of all he felt nothing. Once he was dressed he turned to leave, but
stopped at the sound of Zabinis voice.
 
“I expect to see you back here tomorrow at eight o’clock.” James insides froze
as he remembered he had another week of detention with Zabini.
 
“Yes sir.” He answered, voice completely steady. He would get through this,
like his father would have. He would do anything to protect those he loved.
That was the legacy of the Potters, wasn’t it?
End Notes
     Okay, so this is my first ever fanfic. I hope it wasn't too bad.
     Constructive critisism is always appreciated.
     -AC
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