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FIC: Quid Pro Quo
Just an annoying plot bunny that has been nagging me...


Title: Quid Pro Quo
Author: roedhunt
Pairing(s): HP/SS
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry is having strange dreams about Voldemort. Severus has agreed to help him. With stipulations, of course.
Highlight for Warnings: *Sexual content between a student and a professor.*
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers …No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: Not beta'd properly so if you see any mistakes, let me know, k?



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Harry Potter stood angrily fidgeting in front of Professor Snape's desk who was promptly ignoring him. He knew Snape was fully aware of Harry's critical situation, and how it needed immediate attention, but it was becoming obvious that the man was enjoying making Harry wait for an answer. Harry was tempted just to forget this whole ridiculous idea, but Headmaster Dumbledore told him explicitly that he needed to do whatever it took to convince Professor Snape to resume their Occlumency Lessons.

Voldemort had once again invaded Harry's dreams, but this time he was implanting lies about his friends. Because of this, Harry had become withdrawn, and his friends had noticed. They confronted Harry in Dumbledore's office, and that's when they had learned of Harry's dreams, and just how they were influencing his paranoid behaviour towards them. Harry was so distraught after discovering the truth that he vowed he would do anything to make it up to them, and repair any damage that might have been done between them.

Even if it meant putting up with that greasy bastard's insults.

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Professor Snape was already aware of Potter's situation by the time the boy had arrived. Dumbledore had used in-school floo network, and had explained everything in detail. Fortunately for Severus, Dumbledore had merely suggested that he helped Potter, and not ordered him outright. Severus smiled to himself because he knew Potter must have been extremely desperate to agree to this. So, being the man that he was, Severus had agreed as well. With stipulations, of course.

As Severus calmly sat behind his desk reading a book, he waited for Potter, grinning wickedly.

*******

Potter cleared his throat. "Professor?"

Severus raised only his eyes, glared at him, and gave him a look that clearly said, "What is it, brat?"

He could see Potter's jaw tighten. "I've been waiting a long time for your answer."

Severus leaned back in his chair and smirked. "So you have."

Potter's eyes flared. "And?" he asked impatiently.

Severus made a display of standing slowly, and leisurely walked to the front of his desk. He leaned against it, and casually folded his arms across his chest. He studied Potter closely, and noticed the boy’s eyes flicker when he briefly touched his mind. He inwardly smiled.

How interesting.

"Headmaster Dumbledore explained to you how important these lessons are, I take it?" Severus said flatly.

Potter nodded curtly. Severus raised an eyebrow at the boy's lack of response. "Yes, sir," he replied shortly.

"And you understand that I expect nothing short of perfection?”

Again Potter only nodded, but after seeing Severus narrow his eyes, he quickly added, "Yes, sir."

"I will not have my valuable time wasted, Potter," Severus stated matter-of-factly.

"I understand, professor," the boy replied, growing slightly irritated.

"Very well. I will take on the futile task of training you in Occlumency," Severus said, then paused, noticing Potter sighing in relief. "However, there are a few things before we begin."

Potter looked at him suspiciously.

"What goes on in this room, stays in this room."

Potter stared at him like he had lost his mind. "Of course, professor."

"Good. And you will come to my office when I say, and you will do exactly what I say, understand?"

Potter seemed to think it over for a moment before gritting his teeth, and answering, "Yes, sir."

Severus eyed the boy’s thin body, and how stoic it was. He inwardly smiled, knowing that that was about to change.

"One last thing." Potter looked at him curiously. "I expect quid pro quo."

The boy blanched. "S-sir? I'm not sure I understand what you mean."

"Oh, I'm sure you do," Severus replied smoothly.

"No, I don’t," Potter insisted.

Severus smirked evilly. "It’s simple, really. I help you, and in return..." he said, words fading. Let the boy use his imagination.

It worked. Potter gasped sharply. "What?"

Severus lifted himself away from his desk and began to circle him. "Tell me, Potter. What precisely was the Dark Lord doing in your dreams?"

He could see a sweaty film gathering on Potter's face. "He’s showing me false images of my friends, and what they’ve said about me."

Obviously, Potter was quoting Dumbledore’s assessment.

"And that’s all?" Severus challenged.

Potter shifted on his feet. "Yes," he replied, voice now quivering.

"I see. Nothing else?" Potter shook his head numbly. Severus stopped behind him and leaned over, whispering in his ear. "I beg to differ."

Severus could sense Potter's heartbeat accelerate.

"W-why would you say that, sir?" Potter asked nervously.

"Do you honestly think I don't know?" Severus breathed heavily. He waited for a response, but none came so he continued. "I saw what He was doing to you."

Potter closed his eyes, and his body began to tremble.

"And a part of you wants Him out of your head, and the other part-"

"What do you want?" Potter snapped.

Severus stood directly in front of him, and grinned. "Quid pro quo."

Potter took and held a huge, deep breath, and exhaled it heavily. "Fine," he said sharply.

"Excellent. Now, we can begin."

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"Remove your robe."

Potter stared at him for a moment, then shrugged, and shirked off his outer robe. Perhaps he thought he was just getting ready for the lessons.

"Now, your jumper."

This time, the boy blinked several times.

"Now, Mr Potter."

Potter grabbed the bottom of his jumper, and pulled it over his head. He looked at Severus defiantly.

"Undo your tie and remove it."

Potter froze, and his eyes widened.

"Do not make me repeat myself," Severus growled.

With shaky hands, the boy carefully took off his tie.

Severus grinned. "Unbutton your shirt, and pull it apart."

Potter gasped. "W-what?"

"Now!" Severus barked.

Potter bent his head to hide his lovely blush. He undid each button slowly, and then peeled apart his shirt, revealing his pale chest. The boy glanced up at him with a momentary look of discomfort. Severus stepped back and took a moment to admire the boy's slim body.

"Pinch your nipples," Severus said as casually as he could.

The boy looked as if he was having a heart attack. He remained absolutely motionless for a moment, but when he saw Severus approach, he instinctively held out his arms to stop him. Severus batted them away with ease, and grasped both of Potter's nipples between his fingers and thumbs and squeezed them hard.

"Ow!" Potter yelled, trying to break away.

Severus released them gradually, and then caressed the boy's sensitive, swollen nipples with the pads of his thumbs.

"Now," Severus said firmly. "You do it."

Potter paused for a half a moment before blindly reaching up, and carefully took hold of them.

"Twist them," Severus demanded.

Short breaths escaped Potter's mouth as he put more pressure on his nipples, and gently twisted them.

"Harder," Severus snapped.

The boy closed his eyes, and rotated each one in the opposite direction. He whimpered softly.

"Good. You can release them now."

Potter breathed a sigh of relief.

"You will repeat that exercise once an hour until we meet tomorrow after the evening meal."

Potter gaped at him. "B-but people will see me..."

"I'm sure you can find ways in which they won't," Severus said, smirking.

Potter looked away and nodded.

"Now, take out your wand so we can begin the lessons."

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