A Special Potion

Naughty Thoughts

°•°*Snape's POV*°•°

'Insufferable child...'

Who does he think he is, to be day dreaming in my class. "Mr. Potter." His head still seemed to be distracted as he stirs the potion. "Potter." This little brat. "POTTER." His head shot up to look at me, surprised. "Ten points from Gryffindor. Potter you stay behind after class. You will test the potions made from today." I watch his face turn from confusion to dread, a smile finding it's way to my lips. I turn and continue to write notes upon the board, watching the class from the corner of my eye. I watched as Potter and Weasley's potion turned a different color from the rest. 'Useless I tell you...useless.'

I dismiss the class, sitting behind my desk and scribbling among the parchment. "Gather the potions and place them on my desk." His eyes seemed filled with spite, but he complied. "Be glad this is only a simple potion made to calm someone. Next time you may not be so lucky." He seemed to become irritated as a small shiver travels through his body.

He finally collects all the potions and slowly sets to work, placing them slowly as to stall from punishment. I flick my wand and they place themselves. He sits beside me, waiting impatiently. I could feel those eyes of his piercing my mind. "Stop piercing the side of my skull with those eyes of yours. Draco's group first." I hand him the vile and study him as he drinks it. His cheeks slowly light up subtly as his eyes close. His body relaxes as he smiles, the potion calming him completely. His eyes open and he looks to me, ready for the next one. "Hermione's group." I hand him the next one, the same reaction happens. 'I could certainly get used to that face...he seems so calm, not scared like usual...goodness Severus. Think clearly.'

I continue to give him the viles, watching his reactions and grading the groups. The last potion stands, his. He definitely messed up on it...but I certainly have no idea what it will do. I hand him the last vile and he slowly drinks it, his adam's apple bobbing slightly as he swallows. I watch as his face flushes fully and his skin seems to heat up. I go to speak but I'm suddenly hit with a wave of some sort. My body feels like its burning up, but suddenly the heat falls from my body and collects in one place. I close my legs together and try to hide what was happening. I stare blankly at my parchment, trying to control my breathing. 'What is this...why am I reacting like this? What unholy potion did this boy make.'

"Potter. Out." I needed him to leave right now. "What? Why-" "OUT!" He left quickly, running through the door and leaving me alone. I let out a heavy sigh and spread my legs, looking down at the bulge created in my dress pants. "What in the world...atleast the feeling is gone...I don't know what in the world those two boys made but it sure wasn't the calming potion..." I grabbed my potions book and began to search through it, trying to figure out what he made.

I only searched for a few minutes until I couldn't handle it anymore. My member wasn't going down on it's own. I get up and close the door, locking it, then head back to my desk. I sit in my chair, shamefully undoing my pants. I open my pants and pull them down some, my member suddenly springing up. 'I haven't been like this in a while....that damn potter...' I take my member into my hand, casting a small spell to slick it up so my hand could glide with ease. My rythm started out slow as my mind began to wonder. 'How could a potion effect both of us...that stupid face of his...his skin even turned a soft shade of red as if his body was on fire...' my mind wondered on...thinking more and more of Harry. I hadn't realized my movements had quickened, my breathing becoming fast and heavy. My mind traveled across his body until I seen his face again, but vulgar. His cheek and lips covered with semen, his eyes looking to me.

I suddenly gasp as I cum, shooting all over my desk. My mind raced with confusion as to why I came so much to that Insufferable person's face. I clean up, buttoning my pants back up and storming out of the class and down the halls, finding myself at my own room. I close the door behind me and only remove my robes before laying onto my bed. My mind constantly drifted to Harry and trying to figure out what potion could ever cause what happened. I slowly fell asleep to the picture of the young wizard on his knees, face covered with semen as he slowly swallows what did make it into his mouth.