"Drugged," for runespoor7
Drugged for runespoor7
Author: wynter_midnite
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: R-NC17
Warnings: extreme mind games involving occulmency and drugs
AN: Unbeta'd very sorry. All mistakes are mine, stone me if you must.
There was something very odd with Harry Potter. He seemed to be flying. But that couldn’t be right, he had no broomstick. Or did he?
He tried to look down and see if there was a broom responsible for the feeling but his eyes didn’t seem to work. Next he tried his hand, he moved it to see if it was keeping him on a broom. But there was something holding it back. He tried to see what it was but was soon reminded that he couldn’t see. Everything seemed to move slowly. It was odd but not unpleasant.
After an eternity he heard something. Then felt something. His eyes. A Thing was moving very slowly and suddenly he could see much more. But edges were blurry, where had his glasses gone?
The Thing was Snape. Why was Snape here? Where was here? He attempted to ask and though very slowly, his mouth did comply “Proff….esser. Where….’re…”
Snape cut him off “Where we are is of no importance to you Potter.” He said quickly and quietly. “What is essential at the moment is that you do exactly as I want, do you understand?”
Harry blinked a few times and tried to comprehend what Snape had said…but he had talked so fast… He thought he understood the main idea. He tried to shake his head yes, but it turned out to be much harder than he expected and he uttered an equally quiet, though much more sluggish“Yes.”
“Good.” Snape said and started touching him.
Harry was very confused… why was Snape touching him? It now felt as if his potions stained fingers were working on the buttons of his shirt. One passed over a nipple and it sent a shiver down Harry to his stomach. What was happening? Why did Snape’s hand feel good? Snape was the Greasy Git, evil and vile and…
There was a feeling in his head. As if someone had scratched an itch he hadn’t known he’d had, but on his brain. But Snape touching him wasn’t an issue anymore.
He fingers were very nice, they smoothed over his chest and found his nipples often. That felt very good. Extraordinary even. Soft caresses or shaper things… pinches? Harry felt himself grow hard.
Snape was making him hard something seemed wrong, but his brain was scratched again and it was fine,. More than fine. He writhed under Snape’s hands and a little sound escaped from the back of his throat.
The hands moved down, leaving tingling feelings on his over sensitized skin. The hands were at his pants moving on the buttons to open them.
Snape’s hands were on his clothed cock. Snapes hands on his…. That was wrong very wrong, he felt another scratch come, but fought it. This was wrong, Snape, no hands… it felt so very good.
It shouldn’t. No Snape’s hands didn’t feel good. His brain and body seemed to have momentarily separated. He knew Snape’s hands were on him and that was bad. But how could if feel so very good? He was so very confused and his still sluggish mind just couldn’t keep up.
Harry's cock was now out and Snape was firmly stroking it, though seemed to be focusing on Harry's face, his eyes. The scratching was still there waiting and it Finlay grew strong, it was much more than a scratch. A flash shot across Harry's mind and he didn’t know what was happening.
But oh there was something wonderful happening to his cock. He moaned out and arched into the wonderful feeling. He could feel his whole body tingle with sensitivity, he was flushed and panting.
All his senses seemed to blend together, he was sure he’d moved, changed position and felt a weight, a pressure, but it made things better. Soon he was coming and he didn’t care at all.
Severus Snape turned the boy, the beautiful boy,the beautiful Harry Potter over and spread his thighs. The boy had no concept of what was going on and writhed under Severus as he entered his tight opening. He thrust into the Boy Who Lived, now the Boy Who Failed. It was sweet retribution. His cock up Potters arse might even make up for some of the trouble Potter had caused with his very existence.
It was tight, so tight and the body so willing. The boy moaned out often and moved with the rhythm, naturally seeking his own completion. Severus obliged by moving his hand down to stroke the boy’s cock once again and felt spurts of come shoot out across his fingers.
Seeing the boy writhe and cry out and come into Severus’ hand always did it, the sight, smell, feel of the boy brought down so very far brought his climax. And he shuddered as he filled the boy.
Severus rolled off and caught his breath before he buttoned his trousers and straightened his robes. The boy was sound asleep once again. The cocktail of aphrodisiacs and mind altering drugs Potter was kept on made sure of that.
But he had fought back too much. It had been weeks since Severus had been granted the right to use Potter by his Lord. The boy should have been completely oblivious to most any rational thought. The fact that he seemed to be resisting more often, his mind grasping out and questioning, only to be brought into check with a little occulmency was disturbing.
Potter was drugged twenty four hours a day because of two great factors: The Dark Lord’s pride, and Potter’s own power.
Voldemort would not simply kill Potter. He wanted his life to be a shadow of what it once was. But Potter was too powerful, if he was left to think in his right mind he would find a way to overthrown them all.
So he wasn’t allowed to have a rational mind anymore. Severus concocted the potion to keep him docile and in return was granted the privilege to use him along with the very highest of Voldemort's ranks.
But Potter was had seriously fought mentally tonight, the best fight he had ever put up in the very fact that he questioned what was happening at all. It had taken much more than the normal lulling thought occulmency that Severus usually performed.
Would a drugged and used Harry Potter be able to defeat a whole army of Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort? It seemed as preposterous as an infant destroying the Dark Lords body.
Potter stirred in his sleep, a sated smile on his face and Severus walked out the door.
Author: wynter_midnite
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: R-NC17
Warnings: extreme mind games involving occulmency and drugs
AN: Unbeta'd very sorry. All mistakes are mine, stone me if you must.
There was something very odd with Harry Potter. He seemed to be flying. But that couldn’t be right, he had no broomstick. Or did he?
He tried to look down and see if there was a broom responsible for the feeling but his eyes didn’t seem to work. Next he tried his hand, he moved it to see if it was keeping him on a broom. But there was something holding it back. He tried to see what it was but was soon reminded that he couldn’t see. Everything seemed to move slowly. It was odd but not unpleasant.
After an eternity he heard something. Then felt something. His eyes. A Thing was moving very slowly and suddenly he could see much more. But edges were blurry, where had his glasses gone?
The Thing was Snape. Why was Snape here? Where was here? He attempted to ask and though very slowly, his mouth did comply “Proff….esser. Where….’re…”
Snape cut him off “Where we are is of no importance to you Potter.” He said quickly and quietly. “What is essential at the moment is that you do exactly as I want, do you understand?”
Harry blinked a few times and tried to comprehend what Snape had said…but he had talked so fast… He thought he understood the main idea. He tried to shake his head yes, but it turned out to be much harder than he expected and he uttered an equally quiet, though much more sluggish“Yes.”
“Good.” Snape said and started touching him.
Harry was very confused… why was Snape touching him? It now felt as if his potions stained fingers were working on the buttons of his shirt. One passed over a nipple and it sent a shiver down Harry to his stomach. What was happening? Why did Snape’s hand feel good? Snape was the Greasy Git, evil and vile and…
There was a feeling in his head. As if someone had scratched an itch he hadn’t known he’d had, but on his brain. But Snape touching him wasn’t an issue anymore.
He fingers were very nice, they smoothed over his chest and found his nipples often. That felt very good. Extraordinary even. Soft caresses or shaper things… pinches? Harry felt himself grow hard.
Snape was making him hard something seemed wrong, but his brain was scratched again and it was fine,. More than fine. He writhed under Snape’s hands and a little sound escaped from the back of his throat.
The hands moved down, leaving tingling feelings on his over sensitized skin. The hands were at his pants moving on the buttons to open them.
Snape’s hands were on his clothed cock. Snapes hands on his…. That was wrong very wrong, he felt another scratch come, but fought it. This was wrong, Snape, no hands… it felt so very good.
It shouldn’t. No Snape’s hands didn’t feel good. His brain and body seemed to have momentarily separated. He knew Snape’s hands were on him and that was bad. But how could if feel so very good? He was so very confused and his still sluggish mind just couldn’t keep up.
Harry's cock was now out and Snape was firmly stroking it, though seemed to be focusing on Harry's face, his eyes. The scratching was still there waiting and it Finlay grew strong, it was much more than a scratch. A flash shot across Harry's mind and he didn’t know what was happening.
But oh there was something wonderful happening to his cock. He moaned out and arched into the wonderful feeling. He could feel his whole body tingle with sensitivity, he was flushed and panting.
All his senses seemed to blend together, he was sure he’d moved, changed position and felt a weight, a pressure, but it made things better. Soon he was coming and he didn’t care at all.
Severus Snape turned the boy, the beautiful boy,the beautiful Harry Potter over and spread his thighs. The boy had no concept of what was going on and writhed under Severus as he entered his tight opening. He thrust into the Boy Who Lived, now the Boy Who Failed. It was sweet retribution. His cock up Potters arse might even make up for some of the trouble Potter had caused with his very existence.
It was tight, so tight and the body so willing. The boy moaned out often and moved with the rhythm, naturally seeking his own completion. Severus obliged by moving his hand down to stroke the boy’s cock once again and felt spurts of come shoot out across his fingers.
Seeing the boy writhe and cry out and come into Severus’ hand always did it, the sight, smell, feel of the boy brought down so very far brought his climax. And he shuddered as he filled the boy.
Severus rolled off and caught his breath before he buttoned his trousers and straightened his robes. The boy was sound asleep once again. The cocktail of aphrodisiacs and mind altering drugs Potter was kept on made sure of that.
But he had fought back too much. It had been weeks since Severus had been granted the right to use Potter by his Lord. The boy should have been completely oblivious to most any rational thought. The fact that he seemed to be resisting more often, his mind grasping out and questioning, only to be brought into check with a little occulmency was disturbing.
Potter was drugged twenty four hours a day because of two great factors: The Dark Lord’s pride, and Potter’s own power.
Voldemort would not simply kill Potter. He wanted his life to be a shadow of what it once was. But Potter was too powerful, if he was left to think in his right mind he would find a way to overthrown them all.
So he wasn’t allowed to have a rational mind anymore. Severus concocted the potion to keep him docile and in return was granted the privilege to use him along with the very highest of Voldemort's ranks.
But Potter was had seriously fought mentally tonight, the best fight he had ever put up in the very fact that he questioned what was happening at all. It had taken much more than the normal lulling thought occulmency that Severus usually performed.
Would a drugged and used Harry Potter be able to defeat a whole army of Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort? It seemed as preposterous as an infant destroying the Dark Lords body.
Potter stirred in his sleep, a sated smile on his face and Severus walked out the door.