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fic: Assume the Position

Title: Assume the Position
Rating: R
Word Count: ~700
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Warnings: padding (with a yardstick), teacher/student, dub-con, light abuse
Summary: Mr. Snape, Harry's awful biology teacher, demands that Hermione and Ron spend detention with Harry to teach Harry a lesson. When Harry asks for leniency, Snape is swift to acquiesce.
Notes: Written for snarry_ldws for this week's challenge of an AU/non-magical setting and the phrase "Way to go, Harry". But since it was well over 600 words and way too similar to another piece I'd written, I couldn't use it for that.
Unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own!

Assume the Position

Snape slapped the yardstick down over Harry's desk. The resounding thwap of wood against wood echoed through the small classroom. Every student lifted their heads in unison, twenty pairs of eyes trained on Harry's disobedient glare and Snape's ghoulish sneer.

"Another detention is in order for you, I believe, Mr. Potter," Snape said.

"Again?" Harry snapped. "I might as well bring my toothbrush and move in."

Gasps sounded from every corner of the room. Harry felt the back of his neck burn under their stares.

"Mm. Well, if my detentions are not enough to deter you from acting out like a petulant child interrupting my biology lectures, then perhaps Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger would like to accompany you."

Harry paled. "That's not fair! They didn't do anything."

But to argue was futile; Snape's ruling was final. After class, Harry tried to catch up with Ron and Hermione to apologize. Ron was in the process of slamming his locker closed as Harry approached.

"Way to go, Harry," Ron growled. "Now we're both going to miss rugby practice. Not to mention, mum is going to strangle me for getting another detention."

"Sorry," Harry mumbled. And then a thought struck him, and he took off without warning. "I'm going to fix this!" he shouted. "Promise!"

Back in Snape's classroom, Harry hiked his rucksack up on his shoulder and cleared his throat to catch Snape's attention. The biology teacher was erasing the blackboard, making slow work of it as he ignored Harry. Finally, Snape turned and quirked a brow, as if he had just realized Harry was there.

"An hour early for your detention," Snape drawled. "Clearly, you are not only dismal at science but at timekeeping as well."

"It's not fair that Ron and Hermione have to serve this stupid detention with me," Harry said. "It's my fault, so tell me what I have to do to make up for this so they don't have to suffer."

Snape tilted his head, studied Harry for several silent moments, and then nodded. "There is one thing. Please, close and lock the door."

Harry dropped his rucksack and raced to obey. He wasn't going to let his friends pay the price for his temper.

"It is quite pleasant when you obey without any snarky retorts," Snape hummed. "Now, drop your trousers."

Harry's eyes widened, and then he laughed because it was such a ridiculous thing to say and he was sure it was some kind of joke. But Snape wasn't laughing. "Excuse me?"

"Shall I print it on the board for you, Potter? Drop—your—trousers. Or shall I call Granger and Weasley back?"

"No," Harry said tersely, unzipping his fly with a trepidation that dissolved his courage. "It's fine." He let his trousers drop to his ankles, face unbearably hot.

"Bend over the desk."

This time, Harry didn't hesitate. But when Snape's fingers drew his pants sharply down to Harry's thighs, Harry shuddered.

"This, as well, Potter," Snape said. "This ought to clean your filthy mouth up quite nicely." From out of nowhere, Snape pushed a piece of used soap against Harry's mouth. "Open up."

As Harry complied and took the soap between his lips, Snape drew his yardstick back and slapped it hard against Harry's bare ass. Harry cried out and instinctively bit down on the soap, bits of it slithering between his teeth. The yardstick came down again and again and again, until Harry was gripping the edges of Snape's desk with white-knuckled sincerity and the soap was frothing in his mouth.

"There we are," Snape said, drawing the yardstick gingerly across Harry's bruised ass and away to be placed upon the desk. Snape held a hand out in front of Harry's mouth. "Spit."

Harry spluttered out what was left of the soap. To his utter horror, besides the tears in his eyes and the burn of his ass, his dick was rock hard against Snape's desk.

"Quite an appropriate cleanup, wouldn't you agree?" Snape asked, grinning. "Now, get out of my sight."

The next day, Snape was only mildly surprised to see Harry back an hour before his next detention was due. The sneer on Snape's face both aroused and disgusted Harry in ways he couldn't yet understand.

"Assume the position, Mr. Potter."


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 26th, 2009 02:31 am (UTC)
GAH That was hot. Potter comes back for more, and is still impertinent. When Professor Snape is forced to take more drastic action, snarkyscorp writes a sequel telling what happens. Please.

And now I have the mental video of Ron saying "Way to go, Harry" just like he says "Thanks, Hermoine" in AVPM.
I don't know how I made that connection, but there you go.
Oct. 26th, 2009 03:29 pm (UTC)
When Professor Snape is forced to take more drastic action, snarkyscorp writes a sequel telling what happens. Please.
Seconded so hard!!! *begs for sequel*
Oct. 26th, 2009 03:28 pm (UTC)
Gah! *gurgle*

1. Rugby? Seriously?! LOOOOOL!!! XDDD
2. bits of it slithering between his teeth Eeew! Is it wrong of me to find that the grossest part of this?
3. "I might as well bring my toothbrush and move in." LOLZ! *snuggles Harry* that's what you want deep down, isn't it? ;D

Really hot little ficlet!
Oct. 26th, 2009 10:10 pm (UTC)
Ohhh, that was lovely. *happy sigh*

*pulls up a chair and stays awhile* Detention!fic never gets old.
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