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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Out_of_Character, Sexual_Content, Plot_What_Plot/Porn
      Without_Plot, Romance
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      Published: 2006-11-07 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3759
****** Sorry Mate ******
by ssjrice [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Dumbledore wants Harry to take extra potions lessons with Snape, but
     Snape isn't worried about Harry's potionmaking ability. HPSS slash
     and stuff like that. Be warned. Very warned.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
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     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** 1 *****
A/N: Okay… um I was in a weird mood when I wrote this. I usually don’t just
write senseless slash drabbles such as this, but like I said, I was in a mood.
I’ve written other like this, but this isn’t my greatest. I’m kind nervous
about putting it up, but oh well. I wrote it in like twenty minutes so if it’s
not very good then you know why. I pretty much just wrote it merely for Harry/
Snape yumminess. Tell me if you want me to write another one or something. The
next one would definitely be better. I’ll shut up now.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. So there.
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SORRY_MATE
“Sorry mate.” Ron Weasley looked understandingly at Harry.
“I wonder why Dumbledore has you taking an extra potions class,” Hermoine
stated.
“Because,” Harry replied glumly, “I practically failed my last potions class,
and I want to become an Auror. It’s just Dumbledore’s way of helping me out;
reach my goal and stuff like that.”
Ron nodded and Hermoine smiled. “Well I think that’s a great idea!” she
exclaimed.
Harry and Ron looked at her in surprise.
“Well it is,” Hermoine continued, “If you get a better grade in potions you’re
set to be an Auror for sure. You may not like Professor Snape, Harry, but at
least he’s a good teacher.”
“A good teacher!” Ron looked horrified, “That greasy, old git a good teacher?
You must be out of your bloody mind!”
“Don’t be ridiculous Ronald,” Hermoine snapped. Ron scowled. He hated it when
Hermoine called him that. “He may not be very pleasant, but he knows what he’s
doing when it comes to potions.”
“Well, yeah,” Harry retorted, “He’s the bloody potions master, but that doesn’t
mean I’m any more happy to spend every night with him.”
“You’ve got dreadful luck in that mate,” Ron agreed.
“Thanks for that, Ron,” Harry sighed, annoyed, “I’m off then. I don’t want him
to chew my head off just because I’m late. He’s already been giving me enough
crap in regular class.”
Ron smiled reassuringly and Hermoine gave him a stern look. “Try and pay
attention Harry,” she ordered, “You might actually learn something.”
“You’re starting to sound like Snape,” Harry replied, grinning.
Ron snorted with laughter.
Hermoine rolled her eyes and turned back to her transfiguration essay. Harry
smiled broadly. His friends could always make him feel better. “Well, bye
then.” Harry waved and stepped solemnly out of the portrait hole. Both
Dumbledore and McGonnagal had wanted Harry to take an extra potions class to
ensure that he got a good NEWT grade so he could become an Auror. Harry didn’t
like the idea of spending his evenings with the cold, angry potions teacher,
but it was more important that he became an Auror, so he would just have to
deal.
Harry walked slowly down the corridor. Glancing at his watch he grimaced and
started jogging towards the dungeons. Brilliant, he was late.
Harry hastily opened the door to the potions classroom, trying not to slam the
door. Snape was at his desk, grading papers. He did not look up when Harry
entered. “Late as usual, Potter,” he said, his smooth, deep voice resonating
across the chamber. Harry found himself suppressing a shiver and proceeded to
sit down at a table, which already had ingredients and a cauldron ready and
waiting for him.
Harry frowned. This potion looked complicated.
“The directions are on the board,” Snape said suddenly, making Harry look up,
“This is a rather complicated potion, Potter, so try not to botch it up.”
Harry scowled. Snape had always thought him to be an idiot.
“It is called the Crucium Mundus potion,” Snape continued lethargically, “It is
designed to negate the effects of the Cruciatus curse for whoever has taken
it.” Harry grimaced, so this was for more than just becoming an Auror. “It’s an
extremely difficult potion, so, naturally, I’ll have to aid you while you make
it. It takes a month to create, so it will take the entire time we have for
these sessions. I expect you to listen to the instructions I give you, and
follow them precisely. Can you do that Potter?” Snape’s lips curled into a
sneer.
Harry nodded and suppressed the urge to glare at the potions professor. For
some reason, he only felt a slight annoyance for the man. He was nowhere near
his normal hatred for the greasy professor. In fact, he didn’t look all that
greasy tonight. It must have just been the lighting of the classroom. Harry
shook an odd feeling out of his stomach and listened as Snape continued to
explain the Crucium Mundus potion. When Snape had finished his short lecture,
Harry began to add the necessary ingredients to his cauldron.
After a half an hour, Snape came over to Harry’s cauldron to survey his work.
His expression was emotionless and indolent as he nodded and turned back
towards the front of the classroom. Harry barely noticed the quick glance at
his face that Snape stole before turning back around, and at first, he thought
nothing of it.
“Good work, Potter,” Snape drawled, “Put away the supplies and store the potion
in the container that I’ve supplied for you. It’s charmed so the potion will be
in the same exact condition tomorrow when you return.” With that, he sat down
at his desk and took out his quill, acting as if Harry did not exist. He almost
seemed to be having trouble ignoring him.
Harry paused for a moment, looking at Snape strangely. What was his problem?
And had he just said that Harry had done a good job? Strange, very strange.
“Problems, Potter?” Snape hissed from his desk. Harry jerked out of his
thoughts and looked innocently at Snape. Their eyes met and Harry felt an
unexpected blush creep up into his cheeks. Harry looked away quickly and began
to pick up the unused ingredients. What was that all about? He hoped that Snape
had not seen him blush.
Harry hastily placed the ingredients on the shelves and bottle up the potion.
Then, nodding nervously to the potions professor, he hurried quickly out of the
dungeons and to the Gryffindor common room, wondering why in the hell he had
felt such an odd sensation in his stomach when he had looked at Snape.
That was the way every night continued for the next four weeks. On the last day
of the sessions with Snape, Harry took extra care with his potion, delicately
chopping roots and patiently waiting for the right amount of bubbles to appear
on its oily green surface.
Finally, Harry finished and looked expectantly up towards Snape’s desk. To his
surprise, Snape was nowhere to be seen.
Harry started as he heard a rustle of robes behind him and turned his head to
see Snape standing behind him, dangerously close. Harry felt a chill creep up
his spine as Snape peered over his shoulder into his cauldron critically. Harry
could feel his steady, warm breath caressing his neck and he felt his knees go
weak. Why was he feeling this was about Snape? Snape of all people!
Harry’s thoughts were cut short as he felt Snape’s hand resting itself lightly
on Harry’s left hip. Harry bit his lip as a tingling sensation shot up from
where Snape had made contact. Why was Snape doing this?
Without saying a word, or even looking at Harry, Snape continued to look into
Harry’s cauldron as his hand slid slowly over Harry’s lower abdomen, terribly
close to….
Harry gasped as Snape’s hand placed itself more firmly on his abdomen and
pulled him backwards, straight into Snape. Harry’s eyes widened as he felt a
hard lump in the small of his back and they grew even wider as he realized that
he, himself, was also becoming rather hard. He winced as his pants tightened
and he cursed himself for feeling this way. Snape ran his offending hand over
the bulge in to front of Harry’s pants. Harry groaned and became even harder as
Snape slid his right hand up under his shirt along his stomach and chest,
caressing gently. Snape lowered his head and licked Harry’s ear, causing the
boy to shudder with pleasure, and he began to suck gently on his earlobe.
Harry reached backwards and grabbed onto the only part of Snape that his hands
could reach at that angle: his buttocks. Harry was appalled by himself as he
squeezed Snape’s butt tightly and pulled him closer. If only Ron and Hermoine
knew that he was groping the potions professor’s ass!
Snape left Harry’s ear and began to tenderly suck on his neck, licking and
biting. He brushed Harry’s shirt off his shoulder and continued there. He began
to massage Harry gently with his left hand and Harry groaned loudly. Without
thought, he pulled away from Snape and turned around. He looked him deep in the
eye and said hoarsely. “You want anything, then kiss me.” He surprised himself
with the boldness of the statement. But he was even more surprised by Snape’s
reply.
Snape’s voice was deep and husky, and it flowed over Harry like thick cream.
“As you wish, Mister Potter.” He drug out the last part sensually and grabbed
Harry’s face, kissing him passionately. He pressed Harry firmly against the
desk behind him with his hips and stood between his legs. Their tongues battled
ferociously as Harry wrapped his arms around Snape’s neck and pulled him
closer. He dared to venture deeper into Snape’s mouth, not wanting to miss a
single taste. Snape kissed back just as desperately and he wrapped his arms
around Harry’s middle. He began to rhythmatically pump into Harry, moaning into
the boy’s mouth as he did so.
The found themselves falling to the floor, embracing and kissing wildly. Snape
tossed off his robes and began to move harder against Harry, bracing himself
with his hands. Harry let out an ecstatic cry and moaned, “Harder!”
Snape happily obliged and tore open Harry’s shirt. He showered Harry’s firm
chest with kisses and licks, stopping at each nipple to torture them to his
liking. He began to lick the hollow of Harry’s neck and he ran his fingers
seductively through Harry’s tousled hair. Moving back up to his mouth he kissed
him lightly and began to move faster. Harry wrapped his legs around Snape’s
waist, increasing the sensations and amount of contact. He cried out as Snape
used the new position to his advantage and bit his lip to the point of
bleeding. He was not ready to come yet.
Snape snaked his hand down Harry’s abs and pushed his fingers under Harry’s
belt. He kept going until he found his destination and grabbed Harry roughly,
rubbing enthusiastically as Harry felt tears come to his eyes. Snape pulled
with one last, hard jerk and they both came, crying out each other’s first name
in the moment of ecstasy.
Snape fell forward onto Harry, breathing heavily and shaking. Harry didn’t even
notice the sticky spot in the front of his jeans as he embraced Snape and
slowly stopped panting. Snape lifted his head with what seemed to be extreme
effort and looked Harry in the eyes with a look that almost resembled…
adoration. He kissed him tenderly on the lips, holding it there for a brief
moment and said, “What do you say to continuing these potion lessons? I don’t
think you have the potion quite down yet.” He smirked.
Harry grinned and leaned up, licking Snape’s jaw line and sighing, “Yeah, I
don’t really understand it all that well, but I’m perfectly open to you
teaching me.” He laughed softly and smiled.
“Good, then that shall be done.”
They kissed and held each other as they lay on the floor; neither one wanting
to move.
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Um…yeah. There it is then. Review, don’t review. Stare aghast and disgusted at
the screen. It’s all good.
***** 2 *****
Hey, a bunch of people wanted another chapter, so here it is. I wasn’t planning
on writing anything more than the first little drabble, but I guess not. This
is pretty much the same thing except mostly from Snape’s POV. If I’m hassled
enough to write another chapter, then I’ll go on from what happens here, but
unless I’m really begged, I’m just gonna stick to my other fics. Kneel before
me! MWAHAHAHAHA!
Disclaimer: I don’t own HP. I wish I did, but I don’t, so quit reminding me.
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Snape's_Version
Snape glared at Harry as the boy smoothly stirred his Crucium Mundus potion,
delicately swirling the stirring stick in long ovals. His arms muscles clenched
and relaxed noticeably under his well-fitting, collared shirt as he stir, and
his brilliant emerald green eyes shone brightly in the dungeon light. His face
was relaxed and his hair tousled, but not messy. The boy was beautiful, and
Snape hated him for it. He hated the fact that the boy was so breathtaking
while simply stirring a potion. He hated the fact that Dumbledore had made them
take these extra potions lessons. And he hated the fact that he couldn’t keep
his eyes of the damn brat.
Harry looked up from his cauldron and Snape quickly threw on his customary
smirk. “Concentrate Potter,” he hissed venomously.
Harry scowled and looked back down at the potion. Turning to his book to read
the instructions and nodded. He picked up some roots and began slicing them
evenly; delicately. Snape raised a brow, curious. Why was the boy being so
meticulous in his work? Snape had never seen Harry so focused on making a
potion before.
Snape shrugged and looked back down at his already graded papers. Something was
missing from them. Oh yes! He picked up his quill and, dabbing it in ink, began
to write neatly but forebodingly on each of the students’ work, careful to skip
at least most of the Slytherins. Pathetic excuse for homework, he wrote on a
third-year Hufflepuff girl’s paper, Keep up this sorry excuse for potions and
you’ll be out of my class.
Snape smiled, feeling much better. Noticing Harry was almost finished with his
potion, he stood quietly and walked over to the oblivious boy.
As silently as a shadow he crept behind Harry, careful not to let Harry notice
him. He peered over Harry’s shoulder into his cauldron and was quite surprised
at what he saw. The potions seemed almost perfect. All Harry was missing were
some Boresnog roots, which he were quietly dicing that very moment.
His thoughts strayed quickly from the potion, however as Harry shifted his
weight and the strong smell of his shampoo wafted upwards. Was that coconuts?
Dammit! Not only did the brat look wonderful, but he smelled great too! When
would this all end?
Snape looked angrily at the boy before him. But his anger vanished as his eyes
ran like fingers through Harry’s gleaming, brown hair, down his long neck,
across his lean shoulders… He stopped suddenly, feeling something (that most
definitely shouldn’t have) go tight. He shifted uncomfortably and Harry
started. Harry turned his head but Snape wasn’t going to give him the chance to
turn all the way around. Taking a step forward, he pretended to glare down into
the potion critically, as if judging Harry’s work.
Little did Harry know, he was doing anything but.
Harry found out soon enough. Snape couldn’t stand it. Here he was, inches away
from the boy who had haunted his dreams and thoughts. He had to touch him at
least. Just touch him…
Before he could stop himself, Snape placed his left hand lightly on Harry’s
upper hip. He struggled to keep an emotionless expression as a spark shot
through his hand and up his arm from the contact. He needed more. When Harry
didn’t pull away, he began to feel out the boy’s lower abdomen, slowing running
his hand along the firm muscles. Damn, this boy was fit.
As if he had finally lost all control, Snape firmly lay his hand on the middle
of Harry’s stomach and pulled him backwards, straight into him. He grinded his
teeth as his erection came in contact with Harry’s lower back. He leaned
forward, staring hungrily at Harry’s tantalizing neck. He licked his ear
teasingly and Harry gasped. This intrigued Snape and he moved down to Harry’s
neck. Brushing Harry’s shirt off his shoulder, Snape sighed desperately as he
tasted the tender flesh.
Snape’s eyes snapped open as Harry’s hand boldly grabbed his ass, and he
shuddered as he became even harder. Harry squeezed and pulled him closer, and,
taking this as an invitation, Snape began to stroke him gently.
Harry pulled away suddenly, turning around. Snape was confused and slightly
afraid that Harry wanted to stop, but he showed no such emotion. Plus, he
highly doubted that the boy wasn’t enjoying this since his pants were fit to
burst at any moment.
Snape almost closed his eyes in ecstasy as Harry spoke, his voice husky and
full of lust, “You want anything, then kiss me.”
Snape allowed himself to grin as he stared at Harry with seductive avidity. “As
you wish, Mister Potter.” He drug out Harry’s name in hopes of well… he wasn’t
quite sure. It wasn’t to intimidate him, surely. He didn’t know why he had done
it, but it had seemed right at the moment, and Harry seemed to agree.
Snape leaned forward and took Harry’s face in his hands. This was what he had
been waiting for. He was shocked to realize it, and even somewhat disgusted
with himself, but he knew, as he look deeply into those gleaming green eyes
that were so eagerly staring into his, that he had wanted this for much too
long. He leaned forward quickly, kissing Harry passionately. His tongue
searched intensely in every crevice and corner of Harry’s mouth, savoring the
soft tongue rubbing up against his.
Without meaning to, Snape began to move rhythmatically into Harry. They were
slight, impatient pushes, and soon enough, he couldn’t take any more. The two
fell to the floor in a flurry of falling robes and began to pick up the pace.
This was all very new to Snape. He had never had dry sex before, and he was
pretty sure that Harry hadn’t either. They both caught on quickly, however, and
Harry wrapped his legs around Snape’s waist, commanding, “Harder.”
Snape was surprised at the authority and power in the boy’s tone. He liked it.
He really liked it. He did as Harry commanded and leaned forward at the same
time, hastily ripping open Harry’s shirt and showering his chest with kisses.
He was as far into heaven as he ever could get. Running a trail with his tongue
up to the deep hollow of Harry’s neck, he lingered there for a moment, enjoying
the sounds Harry’s made as he tilted his head back and moaned.
Harry groaned rapturously. The groan was needy. Snape knew exactly what he
needed. He slowly snaked his hand down Harry’s well-defined abs in paused at
his belt. If he did this... If he dared to go so far as to touch that… But they
had already gone so far. He was sure that if even this was found out to have
happened, he would certainly lose his job. He was grinding an underage wizard!
No point in not moving forward. He was tired of being such a goody two-shoes
anyway. He was always running around taking Dumbledore’s orders and watching
out for a bunch of bratty students. It’s not like he didn’t like Dumbledore. He
greatly respected the wizard, most definitely, but he was just sick of being
his lapdog. He needed some fun too.
In a daring move, Snape slid his fingers under the belt, then his whole hand.
He stopped at his destination, feeling a wave of thrill rush over him. The next
parts came without thought; without any principles or control. When they both
came, it was a brilliant moment of bliss. Exhausted, Snape fell into Harry’s
arms.
So, what now? Would they part forever and go back to their student brat, evil
teacher relationship? Would they continue a relationship and hide it from
society like kids with a secret they most desperately want to tell? They could
do neither now. In no way could they possibly go back after the events, but
they couldn’t have a relationship either. Snape didn’t need any attachments,
and for the record, he was pretty sure that Harry didn’t either. Harry had to
live out his title of The-Boy-Who-Lived-And-Is-The-One-(Like-Neo)-So-He-Needs-
To-Save-Everybody, and Snape had enough on his plate with filling the role of
spy for Dumbledore and the Order. They didn’t need some ridiculous relationship
where they had to waste energy hiding it from everyone.
No. That was out of the question.
Snape lifted his head tiredly and looked into Harry’s eyes. God, was he
beautiful. He kissed him softly and stayed there, gazing, entranced into those
dark green pools of emotion. He spoke before he could stop himself, “What do
you say to continuing these potion lessons? I don’t think you have the potion
quite down yet.” Wait, was he suggesting a relationship? Dammit! No, wait, not
a relationship per say, just sex. Yes, that was it, just lots of nice sex.
Smiling, Harry leaned upwards and licked Snape’s jaw line sensually. Snape
shivered and mentally beat himself. Nope. He couldn’t be with Harry. What was
he thinking? Was losing his job and the trust of all his colleagues, not to
mention getting his name printed shamefully on every paper around the world,
worth it? Yes, it was. But why? He had never let himself get so emotionally
involved before. He felt like he was committing a terrible sin by doing so. But
he wanted to be with this boy. And dammit, he was going to be! Please say yes
Harry… Please say yes Harry…
“Yeah, I don’t really understand it all that well, but I’m perfectly open to
you teaching me.” Harry laughed softly and Snape relaxed. “Good,” he sighed,
“Then that shall be done.” With that, he kissed Harry one last time and settled
down to embrace him, he didn’t want this to end. It was like a dream, and he
never had good dreams.
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