ellie asked: Harry Potter learns that being a slut for cock improves everything about his home life, which transforms the way he interacts with figures of authority and other boys. Jealous Slitherin girls try to report his behaviour to a very very busy Professor Snape after class hours.
Severus Snape thought he couldn't possibly hate Harry Potter anymore than he already did.
He was everything that his father was, but somehow, even worse.
Cockier, less respectful, more privilieged-
But truly, the worst of his offenses was that Harry Potter had somehow found a way to be even more of a manwhore than his father had been.
James Potter had already been famous for his many conquests- but his son seemed ready to make him look like a chaste nun.
And Snape was left to deal with the consequences…
"You have to do something, Professor!" A student whined in his office, and she was echoed by the half-a-dozen who'd accompanied her into it.
All of them with the same complaint- in essence, at least, if not in substance.
Harry Potter had stolen their boyfriend, their betrothed, seduced their brother- or their father, in one strange case.
Because yes- This Potter seemed much more interested in the male population of Hogwarts as opposed to his father, as anyone with functioning eyes or ears knew.
And none knew this fact more than Snape himself, as he tapped a finger against his temple slowly. He wished these idiots didn't feel the need to bring him photographic proof- as if that was required.
"And what, exactly, do you expect me to do?" He asked pointedly, making the girls quiet down for a moment, as the question usually did.
Honestly- he was more than happy to take away points should he catch Potter in the act, but what exactly did they want him to do here and now? 'Warn' the wizards in his house that there was a warm body on the other side of the castle eager and willing to relieve them? That would only make things worse.
"Maybe- you could keep him busy?" A quiet voice asked, and Snape's neck almost snapped as he turned toward the girl who spoke. She squeaked as she was pinned under his glare, almost physically shrinking as Snape answered.
"I'm sorry. I think I misunderstood you," He said quietly. "Could you repeat yourself?"
He only looked away once the silent girl looked ready to cry.
As far as he was concerned, if they weren't capable of keeping their boyfriends loyal, it was their own failure- theirs or their partner's. Potter was a slut, yes, but he was hardly extraordinary-
"Professor!" A student called as she barged into his office, making his eye twitch. He opened his mouth to tell her to wait outside- "The Quidditch Team's down!"
A beat.
"What?" He asked, stunned.
"The- The Quidditch Team- Potter got to them! Even the second-strings! They're all completely drained! They can't even stand up! They won't be able to fly straight during tomorrow's match!"
Snape abruptly stood up from his desk. "All of you- Out!" He ordered, and the frightened girls fled his office like a pack of mice.
Snape grit his teeth as he looked at the gleaming Quidditch Trophy sitting behind his desk.
"Potter…" He cursed. The boy thought he could come after Snape's prized possession?Fine then. Snape supposed he would have to deal with him personally.