Anything.

By Skye

Pairing: Harry Potter/ Severus Snape

Rating: NC-17

Category: PWP

Beta: Drachengreif.

Warning: Non-Con, Underage/chan (14), Spanking... briefly. NOT a nice Snape here people.

Summary: During GoF Snape discovers Sirius’s location and finds out just what Harry will do to keep him quiet.

Author’s Notes: I have to give the credit, or the blame, on anath de malfoy. I’ve always found chan a guilty pleasure, but never had the desire to write it. She made me want to. Thanks-- I think.

Anything.

By Skye

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes, Mister Potter, do have a seat," Snape purred, voice silky soft but deadly.

He waited until Harry took a desk in the front row before seating himself on the corner of his desk and looking down at him with a smile that was far more chilling than his normal smirk, "I have come into some.... knowledge, that I believe will interest you. I thought it only fair to warn you beforegoing to the Ministry. I know where your godfather is."

Harry blanched, "You can’t go to the Ministry! They’ll give him the Kiss!"

"And just how to you propose to stop me, Harry?" He purred, "What could you possibly do to convince me to not turn an escaped convict in to the authorities. I should you know. It would be the," He sneered, "right thing to do."

Harry’s mouth opened and closed before he said, "Anything. I’ll do anything, but you can’t tell them. You can’t!"

Snape arched an eyebrow, "Anything?" he asked with feigned disbelief.

"Anything," Harry repeated with determination.

"I’m not talking detention, Potter. I will do with you as I please. If you do this, it doesn’t leave this room--ever. You run to Dumbledore, or anyone else, for help and I will see Black’s soul sucked."

Harry met his eyes briefly, dropped his head and nodded. Accepting his terms. Snape grinned. "Very well. Take off your robes"

Harry flinched but did as he’d been told. Procrastinating by folding the robes very carefully and setting them aside. Snape watched for a moment before snapping, "No one’s making you do this, Potter. If you want to leave, do it now. Otherwise," He paused and cleared his desk, "Get over the desk and grip the far side."

Harry cast one more longing look at the door before straightening his shoulders and moving to the desk. Snape smirked. That damn Gryffindor courage had to be good for something...

The desk with a massive piece of furniture, wide and heavy. Harry was just barely able to get his hands on the far side by standing on his toes. The edge dug into his hips painfully. Snape locked his door and cast a silencing charm. The last thing he wanted was to be interrupted while he was giving Potter exactly what he deserved. After all of the humiliation the brat had heaped on him, he was finally going to return the favour.

He enjoyed the view for a moment, Potter shivering under his gaze and struggling to hold onto the desk at the awkward angle, sweaty fingers sliding on the slick wood. "You seem to be having trouble. Let me help you with that," Snape suggest benevolently as silver magical cords snaked from the legs of the desk and around the boys wrists, holding him firmly in place.

Harry’s breath hitched and he tried, futilely, to pull back.

"Change your mind, Potter?" he asked mildly.

"No," Harry ground out, "Just do whatever it is you’re going to do."

"Oh, I will," he promised.

He shoved his hand between the desk and the boy, lifting the slight frame entirely off the ground in the process. Harry yelped, and Snape continued to unbutton and then yank down first the navy blue uniform slacks and then white cotton underwear.

Snape wasted no time bringing his palm down with a loud crack across the globes of Harry’s buttocks and leaving a hand shaped red welt behind. Harry jumped forward slightly but stretched out against the desk as he was he didn’t have enough freedom to do more than flinch. The second blow, and the ones after, fell almost immediately and Snape took delight in watching that delicious young ass shake under the force of his hand.

At first Harry tried to stay silent, biting his lip. He didn’t want to give Snape any satisfaction, but there was no reprieve between the stinging swats and before long he sobbed softly, tears trickling out of his eyes and onto the varnished wood. It was only then that he wondered what he’d gotten into.

Snape stopped, finally, satisfied with the reaction he’d finally gotten.

"Spread your legs as far apart as they will go, and keep them there. If you find that too hard," he sneered, "I will help you again."

Harry wanted no more of the ‘help’ that currently left his hands numb and tingling and struggling to obey working his legs out until his ankles were as far apart as the pants pooled around his ankles would allow. Snape grabbed an ankle and freed it from the confines and then kicked Harry’s ankles so far apart his hips ached. The feel of cool air against his entrance left him feeling terribly, terribly exposed and vulnerable. Not that he wasn’t just that.

Snape smirked at the sight and brought his hand down, once more, right over the pale pink flesh and Harry yelped.

"Do not move," Snape growled as he stalked away to find a jar of something suitably slick. He couldn’t actually do damage to the brat, then he’d have to go to Pomfrey, or worse, Snape would have to heal him himself. No. Pain was one thing, but actual damage had repercussions he didn’t want to deal with.

He came back and the jar was unscrewed and set on the desk with a thump and dipped his fingers in it. At the first touch Harry made a strangled, shocked, sound in the back of his throat and began to close his legs.

Snape moved his hand and squeezed the boy’s balls roughly and saying softly, "I told you to remain still, Did I not?"

Harry nodded against the desk, eyes again bright with tears and his nose was beginning to run.

"Good. I want to be absolutely sure we understand each other."

With that Snape splayed one large hand across Harry’s lower back and shoved a finger into the tight hole with no further warning. The muscle clenched around his finger and then spasmed as Harry shuddered silently under his hand. Silently... that wouldn’t do.

Moving his hand roughly back and forth Snape rapidly inserted a second finger into the impossibly tight passage, and was gratified to hear another sharp yelp. The third finger he was forced to introduce more slowly. It was just too tight to move as quickly as he would have liked. When he finally go it completely inside the young body he just watched.

Fingers up his arse, the muscle clenching and releasing around them, Harry Potter was utterly at Snape’s mercy, and Snape loved it. The dominance, the control, the power was as heady as the most potent aphrodisiac and Snape’s erection pulsed hot and heavy in the confines of his trousers.

Leaving his fingers in place, twisting them cruelly scratching along Harry’s soft inner walls, Snape unfastened his pants and freed his aching cock. Slicking the gel perfunctory over the oversensitive flesh he removed his fingers.

Harry’s sigh of relief turned into a strangled sounding whimper as it was replaced by something harder and thicker than the fingers had been. The daft boy was so innocent he didn’t even know what was happening, Snape realized as he watched the open bewilderment on that too pretty face. It thrilled him immensely and he pushed harder, sliding past the ring of muscles guarding the virgin orifice.

Snape pushed forward relentlessly, and the sight of Harry’s tears and blush urged him on. Pulling back and pushing forward, ever thrust met with a soft whimper or grunt that pushed itself past gritted teeth. Tears sliding down Harry’s nose and spattering his glasses. Oh yes... Harry fucking Potter was finally getting what he deserved. All the humiliation and snide remarks. The ungrateful little whelp, making a fool of him in front of the Ministry with Black and in front of Moody. Snape had so needed this.

Fortunately, for Harry, he couldn’t last long and after a few too short moments he pulled out and fastened his trousers, unmindful of the lube and blood streaking his spent cock. Once he was completely composed, his breathing under control he released Harry’s wrists.

"Get cleaned up and get out of here," he said coldly.

Harry staggered as he stood upright and Snape took a moment to appreciate the view. Bruised from the edge of the desk, blood and spunk running down his thighs, pants still around one ankle... His glasses were on and fogged with tears.

"What are you waiting for, get dressed and out of my sight," he said with contempt.

Harry stuttered and tried to get his pants back up, falling in the process. "I’m s-sorry." he stuttered as he fumbled. Finally he succeeded and made it to the door on shaky legs and bolted.

Snape could have obliviated him, he supposed, but it was so much better this way. Now Harry would have to look at him and remember. Remember his humiliation and helplessness. Know that he had his god father in his hands. It had been a long time coming, the breaking of Potter, but in the end it had been worth it.

END