A sort of a love letter (Snarry)

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Professor Snape was Harry Potter's least favorite teacher at Hogwarts.

Perhaps due to loads of homework students owed to do by scribbling over rolls of yellowish parchment round endless sophisticated potions which Harry had no clue about.

Perhaps 'cause of Snape's unfair attitude toward him that Professor couldn't help demonstrating.

Perhaps, and that one must be essential, as instead of hatred Potter felt a strange attraction staring at the humiliating smirk that contorted Snape's face while he was taking away another ten points from Gryffindor literally by nothing.

There were a bunch of things others might have found eerie or unpleasant but Harry was pretty horny about in Snape. His low neat voice, his greasy hair and spotless jet-black robes at the same time, his hooked nose and long fingers.

A boy who lived who now looked more like a young man was laying on his bed in Gryffindor dormitory and barely had closed his eyes whereas his fellows were all fast asleep at their four-posters. He was brooding over how he ended up being desperately in love with his Potions teacher after all that happened with him the last few years.

He had to finish his last year at Hogwarts but he didn't feel like a child or even a student anymore. Potter had managed to defeat a man who had been called one of the most powerful sorcerers in the current history of magic, Lord Voldemort. It didn't look like a child deal at all.

Yet here, at school, nothing seemed to changed especially for Professor Snape who treated Harry as a stupid reckless little boy who needed nothing but a great punishment. And Harry knew what was the point.

Snape who in his teenage years was teased by dad of Harry's, James Potter and his friends appeared to be unable to distinguish a father and a son properly.

But Harry heartily craved being considered by Snape as a separate self-sufficient personality. Moreover, he craved discovering Snape's personality as entirely as it could be possible.

Still, how on earth was he supposed to do it if he couldn't even say a word about his feelings? He had never been in love before and confession seemed to be much more challenging than slaying dragons or something.

He sighed and closed his eyes. Potions was the first class the next day.

***

"How many times do I need to repeat it, Mr. Potter?" a well-known and so desired voice snapped.

Harry had been thrown back to the damp dungeon where Potions was taking place when he was just glazing at Snape's lips but wasn't listening to what he was talking about.

"All that I say must appear in your notes immediately. Is it clear?"

"It is, professor" Potter muttered distractedly, seizing his quill, obviously unable to write anything. And then a sudden idea glimpsed in his mind.

"Notes!" Harry thought and his quill stirred briskly on some piece of parchment.

When the end of the class was drawing near he had only one obstacle: how to plant the note onto Snape's desk unremarkably.

Well, luck seemed to be on his side as when students were swarming around the doors to go away, the professor had vanished so Harry got a perfect opportunity to set off toward his desk. He approached it and shoved his note that was supposed to be a sort of a love letter to the pile of some works students had handed in before. The deed was done now. However, Potter got numb since he spotted one thing he couldn't help recognizing.

On the desk was laying the Golden Snitch that Harry caught with his mouth during the first Quidditch match in his life. The Snitch in which the Resurrection stone had been buried till Harry was resigned to the fact that he had to sacrifice himself to defeat Voldemort. Harry lost it in the Forbidden Forest and since the moment had no idea where it might be though the thing mattered so much to him.

And now it was laying here, well-kept. Harry was wondering why Snape saved it when Snape himself reappeared, puzzled for finding him here.

"What are you up to here, Potter?" he said rather exasperated. But Harry didn't answer. "Wanna get some detention, I daresay?" he snarled threateningly. "Oh, I see, you were going to steal some works of your foolish friends' ".

Snape started rummaging the heap and noticed the note. He gasped seeing

«to professor Snape

from Harry Potter»

on it.

Potions teacher gripped it and went over to Harry.

"What is it?" he accented every syllable and hardly waited for an answer. "Unfold and read it. Now!" Snape bellowed fiercely.

The lad unfolded his note and felt a lump in his throat.

"Please, sir, don't make me..." he drawled pleading while his heart was sinking downward.

"You read it unless you're keen on the idea of wasting more points from your House".

Harry gulped. He should have known better.

"Well..." Potter cleared his throat which looked ridiculous in such a situation. "I bet it's not what you expect at all, Professor" and he forced himself for a little grin.

"Stop beating around the bush, Potter!" he came so close now that Harry could feel him nervously panting with his skin. The student lowered his eyes into the letter and inhaled.

«When I saw you for the first time I felt pain penetrating my forehead, my scar came aching which witnessed some danger. So I decided it was you. I was suspecting you all the term but even when I found out the truth it didn't make the slightest difference as you kept treating me like the worst person you had met.

Now I know you were protecting me since you loved my mother and gave yourself a way of promise.

I hated you all these years but recently something bizarre interfered with my hatred. Cause now when I see you I can't help imaging how it could be amazing to touch your lips and sniff your smell mixed with some potions ingredients. When I see you I feel awe and scalding desire simultaneously. When I hear your voice, I swear, everything I want is to dissolve in it blissfully.

Well, I know better than to hope for a flicker of something mutual. Still, I love you, I love you, I love you..." he finished hoarsely and heaved his eyes timidly on Snape. And then he felt a wave of confidence filling his body. There was no way back.

The professor was staring at Harry right into his eyes and one could be sure he was in shock, even his lips were drained with it. But Potter glanced for a split of a second at something new in Snape's gaze, something he has never seen before, something warm and purring, and hope gleamed in his heart.

Snape shortened the distance between them sharply and now was closer than ever to him, he clenched Harry's throat with his right hand thus the lad felt his blood circulating down to his pants and nearly groaned because of it.

"You think it's funny?" barked Snape. But Harry barely had heard him as his dick was up and the seams of his pants were pressing on it. He made another step ahead and this one was crucial since his hips were now touching Snape's. To his surprise, Harry felt that Professor's dick was up too. Moreover, if only Potter had been a bit higher, he could have kissed Snape. And Snape seemed to read his mind and leaned his lips almost touching Harry's. Then he whispered right into Potter's slightly opened mouth: "Get out of here", his right hand still on Harry's throat.

Harry felt as though he was thrown out from Astronomy tower. Still, he didn't feel like giving up.

"I won't unless you tell me one thing, Professor. What are you saving my Snitch for? Honestly, it belongs to me—"

"You're too chatty, Potter", Professor said irritably.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir", he said sarcastically pretending to be innocent. "So shut my mouth up". His hips were rubbing Snape's hungrily and their cocks were touching burning.

"Shut my mouth up", he repeated almost moaning, "unless you're keen on the idea of listening to my love confession..."

"You dare use my own spells against me, Potter?" he drawled with relish and slid brusquely into Harry's mouth, penetrating it with his tongue vigorously. Snape's arms gripped Harry's butt so hard that he howled through the proceeding kiss, scarcely imaginging bruises Snape may leave. The desire was ensnaring his mind steadily under the tightened touches of refined slim fingers and proficient tongue. But the moment he found himself dissolving in process, Professor abruptly abandoned his mouth panting, his black messy hair concealing some part of his face.

"You've got what you wanted, Potter?" he asked coldly, his expression fathomless. Without any hesitation Harry stretched his arm purposefully and clenched Snape's ablaze dick through his robes' fabric. Reaction was immediate: his nostrils wide, Professor inhaled so sharply that Harry felt as though he took air from his own lungs.

"I warn you... " he whispered hoarsely and therefore so sexy, Potter licked his swollen lips.

"Or...?" Harry sneered and squeezed the glans tensely with tips of his fingers and it was plain how tricky was the feat to stay soundless for Potions teacher.

"Or else I'd fuck you to death, nasty boy" he roared through his gritted uneven teeth, his flaming black eyes boring into Harry's threateningly.

"Do then" uttered Harry defiantly but barely intelligibly, his pizzle fuming painfully.

"Turn over" said Snape indifferently, pulling up his sleeves. Potter obliged. "Kneel" and Harry did as he had been told.

Professor then plucked his robes and his pants so Harry felt pleasantly defenseless.

"Don't — you — dare — talk to me — like this — vicious — Potter boy" every word was emphasized with a deafening slap upon his bare arse. Harry moaned longingly while Snape evidently was gazing at scarlet marks he had just left on the student's skin. Then he pulled off his own robes hastily and the next moment Harry sensed the big cock entering his butthole, but without any lubrication it was searing with pain though Snape was moving very carefully. Potter, who had experienced more serious pang, stayed still. So Potions teacher seized his hair and the last inch of Harry's anus was overcome with an aching dash. When there was still no sound from Potter, Snape jeered:

"Enjoying, aren't you?" at these words his pecker left Harry and bursted in again so harshly that the latter screamed as tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"Professor, please!" bellowed Harry wincing.

"So now we remembered about manners?" he made another rough jerk.

"Please, Professor Snape, I'm begging..."

"Very well, Potter, indeed" savoring drawled Professor and with a crack in his hand appeared a nice little bottle but he didn't hasten to open it.

"Tell me now, what exactly do you want from me?"

"I want you to fuck me, sir, but the way I will not end up in the hospital wing for I can't find what to tell madam Pomfrey in the case"

Snape choked and poured some good-smelling liquid on his palm and dick.

"Does it smell like an asphodel? Oh, Professor, I remember what you had told me for the first time, I got it..."

"For heaven's sake, shut up, I'm trying to fuck you, stupid boy" snarled Snape and came in again but it felt so different this time, Harry forgot the former pain and what he had been just talking about. The moments when the teacher's glans was touching his prostate were so great that Harry was howling with pleasure. And Snape was staying there a bit longer, stimulating it exactly the way Potter was wordlessly pleading about.

"I love you" cried Harry in spite of himself when he was about to cum and after a trice he sensed hot semen in his butt and on his stomach.

"I love you too, Potter" said Professor with an unusual voice and he didn't believe his ears. They were lying on some mattress Snape had conjured and Harry was hugging him affectionately and tenderly.

"What?" gaped the boy who lived and was fucked by his Potions teacher.

"I said 'your ass is good, Potter' and that's it" replied Snape trying to sound cold, but he blushed uncharacteristically.

"Can I call you Severus now?" Harry implored sheepishly, biting his kissed lips.

"No way".