Harry knew that he was staring, but he just couldn’t help it. Why, oh why did he have to be such a freak. He was attracted to the man who was hellbent on spiting him since the moment he stepped into the man’s classroom. But fuck if he wasn’t so damn hot then maybe he wouldn’t be in this position, staring heatedly from across the room as he watched Severus Snape display his talents in potion making. Those large hands and deft fingers cradling the vial gently as the smooth baritone of his voice carried out in the room. He inwardly moaned when he felt slick gushing from his hole as he imagined those hands on him and that voice whispering dirty things in his ear.
“Potter! Detention! Tonight at 7, and maybe next time learn to pay attention!” Severus barked out, breaking Harry from his daydream.
Blushing a cherry red, Harry realized that everyone was staring at him. He was the only one seated while all the others were already at their stations preparing the potion that was taught just 10 minutes ago. He quickly stood and practically ran into the store room for the ingredients and came back out to prepare his own station. Despite having spent the discussion dreaming of being bent over on the potion master’s desk, he managed to produce a successful product that was only two color shades away from perfection. Just as he was bottling up his vial he felt a hot breath against his ear.
“Mr. Potter, do not forget our appointment this evening,” Severus spoke firmly, his voice making Harry’s knees tremble and a whine caught in his throat.
“Yes P-professor,” Harry stuttered out as he felt more slick gushing out when he caught a whiff of Severus’ scent.
As the Alpha moved away Harry discretely casted a cleaning and drying charm on his pants to make sure that he wasn’t completely drenched in class.
One week into 5th year Harry and Severus become victims of a botched potion in detention. Things change between the two and so does the course of the war.
How will Severus feel when he finds out that the spawn of his childhood enemy is his true mate?
Now that Harry has the attention of his secret crush will he show his hidden scales?
"Are you sure Harry? You know if I do this, there is no going back," Severus asked, uncertainty creeping in his tone. Harry was young, there were plenty of other Alphas who would be a better match for him, although just thinking of another Alpha touching what was his made his blood boil. Their history was complex and a life of mateship with him of all people would not be easy.
"Please? Wanted you for so long. Please Alpha? Mark me? Make me yours," Harry replied.
The sound of panting filled that room as the two came down from the high of their orgasms. Harry squeaked when he felt the cock inside him continuously twitching as it pumped Severus' seed into his arse, he shivered as he was bred. Potion stained fingers ran through his hair and his back in comfort, rubbing the tension away.
“Potter? Are you alright?” Severus asked gruffly.
Harry couldn’t help the chuckle that left him, his voice hoarse from all his moaning and screaming. "Just peachy professor,” he replied, not bothering to move from where he lay on his stomach on the desk. “Back to Potter, now are we?" he teased.
