Just a Bit of Pressure

Author: Tine
Title: Just a Bit of Pressure (1/1)
Pairing: Snarry (Snape/Harry)
Rating: R
Spoilers: 3rd Book (PoA)
Warning: Chan, underage, Harry is 13 here, don't read if it squicks you;
slight squicky content (see summary)
Disclaimer: not mine ;__;
All characters you recognize belong to JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta: escapisms (thx for that *smooch*)
Summary: Harry needs to use the toilet, Snape has to keep him company...
Author's Note: HUGE thx to escapisms to help me write this fic <333


Just a Bit of Pressure

The hard ground beneath his back and the steady, sleep-implied breathing of hundreds of students are the first things he is aware of. Thoughts begin swirling in his mind, pictures, impressions, memories; the torn painting of the Fat Lady, Dumbledore ordering the students to spend the night in the Great Hall, hurried whispers and worried glances between the teachers.

The sound of the front doors opening, invades his ears. Footsteps echo slightly and the swishing sound of heavy fabrics is audible. Slowly he turns onto his stomach and cautiously takes a look around the Hall. Snape has entered and moves towards Percy, his black robes billowing behind him. Almost like a shadow, Harry thinks and continues to watch him.

Percy is walking through the rows of students, stopping here and there to glance over at his girlfriend Penelope Clearwater, who seems to be keeping watch as well.

Snape suddenly stops moving and stands still, statue-like, his back ramrod straight. He holds this pose for a moment, and then starts moving towards the back entrance of the Hall. Percy attempts to speak to him, but is ignored.

Harry lets his head fall back onto the pillow, trying to catch another hour or two of sleep. He closes his eyes; Snape's footsteps fade into the background. Slowly he dozes off, his mind turning to fuzzy cotton, thoughts drifting into a comforting nothingness.

A sudden sharp pain jerks him back to awareness, letting him know with ruthless stabs, just how full his bladder is. Carefully he rises, his limbs not fully under his control yet, but determined to get to the toilet as fast as possible without making a fool of himself.

He reaches the door and just as he puts his hand on the handle, a deep voice next to his right ear stops him dead in his tracks.

"Just where do you think you are going, Potter?" Snape is standing so close that he can feel his breath ghost over his ear and cheek.

"I have to use the toilet, Professor." Harry tries to hide the annoyance in his voice.

"Surely even you should realize that no student is allowed outside of this hall alone, tonight." Snape sneers at him.

"I'll ask Percy then, to..." he is cut off by Snape: "I will accompany you, Potter. Just to make sure you aren't up to something. Now move along, will you?" With that last sentence he is pushed out into the corridor.

He's more than a little uncomfortable walking down the hallway knowing that Snape is directly behind him; so close that he can practically feel Snape's swishing robes against his heels. He doesn't understand why Percy couldn't have come with him; at least Percy was someone he could almost stand. But really he didn't understand why he couldn't go by himself. He was more than capable of taking care of himself as he'd shown on more than one occasion. He certainly didn't need Snape tailing him like he was a puppy going outside. It was very, very unfair.

Harry pushes the door to the lavatory open. It is dimly lit by candles and appears shadowy and old in the flickering twilight. He is surprised when Snape follows him in. "Um. Sir, could you wait outside, please?"

"I think not Potter." Snape states with a sneer, "Sirius Black could very well be hiding in there and it is my duty as a teacher not to leave a student alone outside the Great Hall, not for a second, do you understand me?"

Not leaving him the slightest chance of answering, Snape continues: "Now go and finish it already, this is certainly not a way I want to spend my evening." With those last words Harry is pushed towards one of the toilets hanging on the wall.

Awkwardly, Harry walks over to the urinal farthest from the door. Watching Snape out of the corner of his eye, he unzips his trousers and fishes his penis out of his pants. Swallowing nervously, he closes his eyes and tries to will his bladder to empty but it refuses. Not even a drop splashes into the urinal. Mortified, Harry shifts so his back is to Snape and shakes it, hoping that maybe that will stimulate the flow. He lets out a little frantic squeak when nothing happens.

Glancing over his shoulder, he sees Snape leaning against the wall next to the door, his arms crossed over the chest. Apparently he's looking anywhere but at him. Harry turns his head away and tries to will his bladder to just let go.

"For god's sake Potter, if you didn't have to use the toilet so urgently, then why did you pester me at all?" Snape sounds angry and very annoyed.

Harry closes his eyes, fighting back tears of frustration. "I do!" He insists urgently and his need to pee is quickly overshadowed by how embarrassed he is. Even his bladder is defunct when Snape is around. He peers over his shoulder again, his face bright red.

"Damn you, Potter. Even in a bathroom you can't be expected to show any effort!"
A rustle of clothing and Snape his behind him, leaving him no time to react. He leans over, putting his hand on Harry's lower belly and presses. Harry squeaks and stops breathing for a moment.

"Sir? What are you doing?" He makes an attempt to bat Snape's hand away. He is ignored and the pressure increases. He thinks that maybe he should scream because this is surely not something the Headmaster would allow but before he can open his mouth to shout, it feels like something inside him pops as he finally pees. With a sigh, he sags against Snape's back.

When the stream finally ends, Harry opens his eyes slowly and yawns wide. He's suddenly very tired and Snape is warm against his back. And Snape's hand is around his penis.

Harry had let go of it in shock, when pressure was applied to his bladder. Snape must have grabbed it to keep Harry from pissing on himself.

He takes a moment to look down. Snape's hand is huge around him but he's a little more interested than he thinks he should be. He stares up at Snape and blinks carefully, not really sure what to do. He feels warm all over. Snape avoids his gaze and gives the penis in his hand a little shake to get rid of remaining drops of urine then stops cold, as if petrified. The penis starts to harden.

Harry blushes bright red and stammers, "We should go back to the Great Hall." It's wrong to be here. Very, very wrong and he doesn't like that a large part of him doesn't care. But before he can push away and zip up, he shifts his hips and gasps when Snape's hand strokes over him.

"Oh," he whispers, eyes wide. Slowly Snape continues stroking him, making him feel warm and fuzzy. He bites his lip as he feels Snape's erection poke him in the back. He swallows thickly and can't help arching his back towards it as his own penis swells further, easily dwarfed by Snape's hand.

Snape groans somewhere above him and he really likes the sound coming from the man.
Harry is not sure what's come over him but he can't think straight and his head is full of heat. He wants. He just isn't sure what he wants.

Suddenly he feels Snape licking along his earlobe, tracing its outline with the tip of his tongue. It's sucked into Snape's mouth, then seemingly cool air is breathed over the wet skin. Steadily Snape keeps on stroking, gentle with a slight twist at the end.

Harry groans and pushes his hips forward. He's practically panting, his head thrown back. It feels like with every pull his insides are being pulled out. The stroking is getting faster, the twist getting harder and Harry is panting, writhing and moaning, wanting more, wanting it even faster, wanting it even harder and Snape gives it to him. Snape is panting in his ear, still licking and biting it.

Harry can feel it building, a pressure in his groin, growing bigger. He closes his eyes again, stars exploding behind his eyelids, his whole body shaking, knees bucking. "Professor!" The deep moan forces it's way out of his mouth before he can stop it.

The following moments pass in a blur. The toilet is flushed, his pants zipped back up. He's ushered out of the door before he notices anything but the low throbbing in his balls.
At the doors of the Great Hall Snape faces him, white as a sheet, wand in hand. The whispered "Obliviate" is barely heard.

The hard ground beneath his back and the steady, sleep-implied breathing of hundreds of students are the first things he is aware of. Thoughts begin swirling in his mind, pictures, impressions, memories; the torn painting of the Fat Lady, Dumbledore ordering the students to spend the night in the Great Hall, hurried whispers and worried glances between the teachers; Snape bringing him to the toilet, thankfully waiting outside, and bringing him back to the Hall.

The sound of the front doors opening invades his ears. Footsteps echo slightly and the swishing sound of fabric can be heard. Slowly he turns onto his stomach and cautiously takes a look around the hall. Dumbledore has entered. It is morning and the students can return to their Common Rooms.

The End


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