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bottom_dracoMkay...this is the first HP fic I ever wrote (earlier this year) and I'm just getting up the cojones to post it. This'll be crossposted to hell and back, and I'm not sorry.
Please be brutally honest in your feedback (and please leave feedback). Your complaints will probably be the same as mine; this isn't my best work, but I'm the kind of writer who'll just declare a fic DONE and refuse to try to perfect it. Also, my Latin is a bit off and there may be a few little canon glitches--bear with me, there have been worse. Okay, that's enough of a warning.
I should add that this will have a sequel and a prequel. Eventually. They'll be much better than this one.
Title: Bis Quaque Noctem
Author: Annabel Lee
Pairings: Snape/Draco, Snape/Draco/Harry, Harry/Draco
Rated: R or NC-17, depending on your interpretation.
Warning: chanslash (Harry and Draco are 13), 3some. Not much D&S stuff but Draco's definitely an uke. Throughout the series, I should add.
Harry Potter’s evening had started out innocently enough. Or at least, *he* had started out innocent enough. Others he suspected were not.
“I know it.” Harry spoke under his breath and Ron strained to hear him across the table. “That’s the only way Slytherins can beat us in Potions every bloody year.”
Ron glanced around the common room, not that anyone could overhear them speaking this quietly. “But playing favorites. . .that’s not really against the rules, is it?”
“Playing favorites may not be,” Harry said pointedly, “but helping some students and not others is.”
Ron inched closer to Harry. “If we had some proof they were cheating, that’s one thing.”
“I see Slytherins in his office all the time.”
“He *is* the head of the house.”
“That can’t be it.”
“You’re right.” Ron bit his lip. “We need proof of what’s going on in there, though.”
Harry smiled. “Exactly.”
Ron wrinkled his forehead. “Harry? What are you up to?”
Up in the dormitory, Harry pulled out his invisibility cloak. “It’s this sort of camera spell,” he explained. “Takes a picture of a scene, and what’s going on at that time can’t be changed in the picture, it just repeats over and over.”
“Perfect evidence,” Ron said.
“Precisely. And I know Snape told Malfoy to see him tonight. I’ll bet that’s it.”
Ron nodded. “Malfoy isn’t any better than you at anything else, so how come he gets better grades than you in Potions?”
“Snape’s helping him out, I know he is. And it makes sense he’d be seeing him the night before the exam.” Seeing no one else in the dorm, Harry slipped the cloak over his head.
“Good luck. . .” Ron tried to sound hopeful. He had the feeling Harry was just going to get himself into trouble. Snape certainly wasn’t one to mess with.
Harry had been staking out the hallway around Snape’s office for only a few minutes, going over potions in his head, when he saw exactly what he came for.
Draco Malfoy looked way too guilty as he knocked softly on Snape’s door. No robes, just his uniform. If he was there for a legitimate reason, he wouldn’t be looking up and down the hall, would he? And he wouldn’t have slipped into Snape’s office as quietly and as furtively as he did.
Harry smiled. He was right after all. Wait until Dumbledore got a load of this. . .
Harry waited a minute or so before creeping to Snape’s door and leaning his ear against it. They would have to be doing something that would count as specifically cheating, or his entire scene would be worthless. . . and oh, Snape would *not* be happy being barged in on. . .not that he ever *was* happy where Harry was concerned. . .
Quiet inside. Barely a sound. Except for. . .ah, some clinking. . .rustles. . .they *must* be mixing something in there. Harry had a gut feeling they were up to no good. His gut feeling was confirmed when he finally heard Snape talking. “Hmm. . .yes. . .yes, that’s good. . .” Only a whisper, and that made it all the more damning. Perfect.
Harry peered through the keyhole and saw nothing, but found he was able to quietly pick the lock spell on the door. He had to get in, of course, to catch them in the act. Hmph. Arrogant Slytherins, thinking no one would suspect something like this. Of course they’d be cheating, and of course Snape would encourage it completely. Harry whispered the spell. Everything he saw for the next thirty seconds would be enchanted into the next picture he touched with his wand. Now or never.
Flinging off the invisibility cloak and stuffing it behind a statue, Harry burst into Snape’s office. His jaw dropped.
Snape was seated in an armchair beside his desk. Malfoy was kneeling between his legs and had just jerked his head away from Snape’s very exposed, very hard cock. For a moment, the three of them just stared at each other with looks of abject horror.
Harry managed to speak first. “Why does this not surprise me at *all*?” he said wryly, realising at once he had spoken his own death sentence.
Instantly Snape had his wand out and pointing straight at Harry. “Obli--!” he began in a roar and then stopped.
Harry was frozen. Malfoy seemed frozen as well. Snape gave Harry a strange look and slammed the door shut behind him with another word. Harry then felt as well as saw Snape’s glaring smirk. Snape lowered his wand, not taking his eyes off Harry. He tapped his fingers on the armrest thoughtfully.
“I have a proposition for you, Potter,” he said grimly.
Oh, bloody hell, Harry thought. This couldn’t be good.
“I’m going to give you a choice.”
Malfoy kept looking from Snape to Harry, seemingly still in shock even as he rubbed his jaw surreptitiously. Harry noticed Snape hadn’t softened a bit. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
Snape still bored holes into Harry with his eyes. “You can. . .” he paused in thought, “attempt to get into my better graces. . .”
Harry’s eyes widened more than he thought possible.
“. . .Or I can give you a memory charm,” Snape snapped. A cruel smile punctuated this. As Harry was about to agree heartily to the latter, Snape continued. “Of course,” he mused, “It’s been a while since I did that. I never was very good with mental specifics.”
Harry opened his mouth, presumably to say something, but found himself too horrified by the prospect given him. Snape wouldn’t. . .oh, yes he would. Harry had his Potions exam the next morning--if he lost all his memory of that. . .
“Who knows what I could accidentally erase,” Snape murmured.
“Accidentally,” Harry fumed quietly.
“Yes, Potter, accidentally, as in, you accidentally walked in on us, yes?” Snape raised an eyebrow.
“I. . .he. . .” Harry sputtered.
“Choose wisely, Potter. . .”
Harry’s eyes kept darting to Snape’s still hard cock, certain that this didn’t go unnoticed. “It wouldn’t make a difference anyway,” he said with a grimace.
“Wouldn’t it?”
Snape was staring at him like a hawk might stare at a rat dangling from its claw. Harry considered this challenge. He didn’t doubt that Snape got off on throwing his weight around. But Harry suspected Snape wouldn’t have extended this offer to just anyone.
“I’ll have to find out the hard way, won’t I?” Harry asked quietly. Not a defeat, just a. . .setback, he told himself. Oh, hell, who was he kidding? He was going to suck off Professor Bloody Snape and like it or fail Potions!
Snape slowly raised a hand and beckoned to Harry. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, then approached his potions professor.
“Kneel,” Snape ordered. Harry obeyed, finding himself at Snape’s feet next to Draco. Draco was smirking at him.
Harry shot him a look to freeze a bonfire. “You breathe one word of this to anyone, and I swear--”
“You’ll what, tell everyone the same about me?” Draco sneered. “And who are they more likely to believe? Snape’s pet, or the Boy Who Can Do No Wrong?”
“Silence, both of you,” Snape said loudly. Harry and Draco shut up. Snape smiled and touched Harry’s cheek gently. Harry tried not to flinch and found it wasn’t as creepy as he had expected.
“Now, Mr. Potter,” Snape tilted Harry’s chin up to look him in the eye and removed his glasses with the other hand as he spoke, placing them on the desk. “I suspect you’re less naive than you let on, at least in these matters. I went to Hogwarts myself, and teenagers segregated by sex haven’t changed that much since my time.”
Harry blinked at the thought.
“But you don’t seem like the type to be the Gryffindor broomstick, so I doubt you’ve perfected any techniques. So you will watch Mr. Malfoy closely. . .”
Draco’s eyebrows shot up and he shot Harry a rather resentful look. Harry smirked, but only for an instant before his face fell.
“. . .And then join him.” Snape leaned back and turned his gaze to Draco. “Mr. Malfoy?”
After much hesitation, Draco’s eyes darted to Harry several times as he took Snape in hand again and bent down to gingerly lick around the head of Snape’s stiff cock.
Harry heard Snape exhale and found himself inexplicably staring at Draco’s tongue. Snape was right, he was a virgin, but he was at least aware of oral sex. . .he had just never actually seen it done. Though presently Snape didn’t seem too pleased. Harry wondered if he could *ever* be described as pleased.
“Mr. Malfoy,” Snape said sharply. “If you’re trying to make Potter look good by acting like a bumbling moron, you’re doing an excellent job of it.”
Draco grumbled something under his breath and quickly stopped the tiny licks to take all of Snape’s cockhead in his mouth. Harry watched, fascinated as Draco sucked hard while squeezing with one hand, pulling back to kiss the tip firmly and swirl his tongue around Snape’s foreskin.
Harry saw Snape lace a hand through Draco’s hair, the other touching his hollowed cheek. “Mmm, yesss. . .” he sighed. “Much better.”
Harry bit his lip at the sound of Snape’s soft hiss. As much as he hated this man, he couldn’t deny that hearing him in this state was making his own cock twitch. Snape’s voice and. . .Malfoy, who moaned quietly in the back of his throat as he worked over Snape’s cock, exhaling in a shuddering breath as he raised his head to give the tip a wet kiss. Harry winced in disbelief as he wondered if Draco was getting hard from this. Well, he certainly sounded like it, sighing as much as Snape was. Harry snuck a look at Draco’s trousers and saw his guess was right. God, he was kneeling right next to *Malfoy*, of all people, while the both of them were getting harder by the second, while Harry watched his wet pink tongue lick hungrily around Snape’s cock and found himself wondering what it would feel like on his. . .oh no. No no no, not Malfoy, anyone but him. . .Harry considered long blond lashes and rosy lips and winced. Ignoring his personality, and Harry wished he could, Malfoy wasn’t hard on the eyes. Quite the opposite, now that he thought about it.
“Your turn, Mr. Potter,” Snape breathed. Harry shivered at the professor’s voice. Even as old as he was, he was definitely. . .what, sexy? Ordinarily, Harry would have winced at the thought. Now. . .there was just something about sucking his cock, in his office. . .
Draco sat back on his heels and looked at Harry with a smirk. Snape grabbed a handful of his hair.
“Where do you think you’re going, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco started to protest but stopped himself. He and Harry glared daggers at each other as they were guided down, only inches apart. Harry glanced at Draco one last time and licked slowly up the side of Snape’s cock. From what he could see, Draco was doing the same thing. Harry heard a shuddering sigh above him, tasted salty skin and a hint of . . . butterbeer?. . .oh, hell, Malfoy’s *spit*. And he could feel his breath on him as well, so close to his mouth, licking hungrily, tiny moans escaping his throat. Snape’s hand was in his hair, massaging his scalp, fingernails trailing down to his neck, and hell, that tickled. Felt pretty good, too. There was just something about kneeling at Snape’s feet, being forced to lick him that made Harry’s trousers too tight. He wondered how much Snape was getting off on just having The Boy Who Lived on his knees pleasuring him.
Harry pressed his tongue to Snape’s cock in a long, firm lick, but as he reached the tip felt his tongue snaking over something softer. Harry’s eyes flew open. It was Draco’s tongue.
“AAAGH!!” The two of them yelled in unison and pulled back from Snape’s cock as if it had caught fire.
Draco wiped his mouth excessively. “I figured you were just waiting for that opportunity, Potter!”
Harry clutched his stomach in disgust. “Don’t flatter yourself, Malfoy, who knows where your mouth’s been.” The disgust, though, was more at his initial reaction to what was essentially kissing Draco: a delicious tingly warmth flooding down his spine to between his legs.
“Not on any filthy mudbloods.”
“Of course, you’re just the Slytherin broomstick, as Snape put it.” Harry was aware of Snape tapping his fingers impatiently on the arm of the chair.
“Could be worse.” Draco sneered. “At least I’m not Gryffindor’s. Though since tacky sweaters don’t grow on trees, I’d guess that title goes to Gi-”
“TAKE IT BACK, YOU LITTLE PRICK!” Harry had his hands around Draco’s neck in the blink of an eye.
“IMPEDIMENTA!” Snape roared. Harry felt himself shoved away from Draco, who likewise was pushed back a few feet. Snape quickly stood and grabbed the two of them by their collars. “I see the both of you need a lesson in humility, hm?” Snape glared at Harry and Draco in turn and let them go with an exasperated flourish before sitting back down. “The both of you,” he snapped, “Strip.”
Harry hesitated. Draco, apparently used to this, didn’t. One look from Snape, though, and Harry was shrugging out of his blazer and loosening his tie.
“All the way,” Snape said flatly. “Not a stitch.”
Harry could see Draco out of the corner of his eye. Draco was letting his gaze flit to Harry as well. Merlin, Draco had a nice body. Harry’s mind raced with possibilities as he took off the last of his clothes. Something told him they’d be doing more than kissing.
Snape inhaled heartily through his nose as he looked Harry over. The three of them were still rather hard. “Potter,” Snape said with a dark smile, “Lie down on my desk.”
Harry’s jaw dropped. Draco coughed a smug laugh.
“Quiet, you arrogant little brat,” Snape snapped. Harry had to smirk, but that quickly disappeared as he turned around to look at Snape’s impressive and mostly bare desk. Under scrutiny of two pairs of gleaming eyes, Harry slowly lifted one knee, then his other, onto the desk.
“On your back.”
Oh, hell, Harry thought. No hiding anything this way. He swung his legs around gingerly and lay back, keeping a close eye on Draco and Snape.
“Now *you*,” Snape arched an eyebrow at Draco. “On top of him.”
“Oh, well then. . !” Draco laughed and nudged a knee between Harry’s legs. Harry’s heart leapt into his throat.
“The OTHER way, Mr. Malfoy.” Harry could hear the smirk in Snape’s voice. But what did he. . ?
Draco’s eyes widened to saucers. “You don’t--” he began.
“Turn around.” Snape growled, his voice back to a throaty purr that made Harry’s cock twitch. “You two aren’t leaving until you make each other come.”
Draco winced, but hopped off the desk and grudgingly got back on, this time straddling Harry’s face. Harry found himself staring at Draco’s cock. And rather alarmed that he wasn’t more disgusted. Rather, his own cock was rock hard in anticipation of experiencing Draco’s apparently talented mouth. Not that he would know the difference, really, since he’d never. . .
Harry gasped and shivered as he felt wet heat around his cock. And the creamy pale flesh pressing insistently against his lips made it only more erotic. A different scented musk--blonder, younger. Harry felt a thrilling rush of guilt at the undeniable pleasure he was taking from being humiliated by two of his antagonists. The mouth on his cock was fervent, hurried--Draco no doubt wanted to get this over with. Harry had only briefly been sucking the head pressed to his lips when he choked on a thrust into his throat. He immediately reached a hand around and grabbed Draco’s balls roughly. Draco pulled off of him with a yelp as Harry coughed and pushed his hips away.
“You try that again, Malfoy,” Harry gritted coldly, “And you can kiss your precious bloodline goodbye.”
Draco didn’t even breathe.
“Do we have an understanding?”
Finally Draco grumbled “Yes.”
“Good.” Harry gave the balls in his hand a soft massage and Draco exhaled in a shudder. Snape chuckled. “I never tire of the dynamics between you two,” he said. “I had a bet going whether you were going to fuck each other or kill each other by the end of your time at Hogwarts. I guess it’s the former, and I can’t say I’m disappointed in the least.”
Harry looked over at Snape and saw he was slowly stroking himself while he watched. Who was he kidding, as much as he loathed Snape’s blatant favoritism and sadistic teaching methods, he was undeniably sexy. Harry found himself picturing Snape naked and on top of him, on the desk as he was now, wondering what else he could do with his mouth besides purr like a siren transfigured into a cat. The thought encouraged him to suck hungrily, savoring the milky taste, rubbing smooth, tight thighs above his head. Draco moaned and Harry lost himself in the intense vibrations. Moaning as well, Harry was stung with titillating shame again as he found himself craving more of Draco’s cock, sucking him deeper as he mindlessly thrust into the slick, hot throat purring around him. He heard Snape breathing heavily beside him, occasionally whispering. “Yes. . .oh, gods yes. . .so beautiful. . . “
Harry felt himself creep closer to orgasm. Snape thought he was beautiful. Draco was *his*, at his mercy, whimpering desperately for *his* tongue, *his* lips; it was an intense rush of power and it felt so good. Short nails scraped up his legs and the tiny stings of pain were exquisite, but even more so was the enveloping warmth and the tickle to the very tip of his cock as he felt Draco take him all the way in. Harry felt himself on a precipice, straining to do the same and ignoring the gagging he felt.
“I want you to swallow,” Snape breathed in between ragged gasps. “Suck it down, all of it.” Harry’s eyes fluttered closed as he swooned at Snape’s dirty command and Draco’s passionate groan, reverberating so nicely along his cock and just as he teetered at the edge he tasted a rush of bittersweet come warming his throat and it was so intense, felt so good Harry felt himself falling into a dizzy spiral, spilling into Draco’s hungry mouth as his biggest rival licked up every drop.
He still shuddered in aftershocks as a velvet tongue lapped him clean and peach-fuzzy skin nuzzled him, and presently he heard Snape growling around a bitten finger. “Get down here and bloody finish me off. *Now.*”
Draco nearly fell off the desk and Harry slid off behind him as they both scrambled to their knees between Snape’s legs. Now Harry could care less if his tongue touched Draco’s, hell, he welcomed it as they both licked at Snape’s cockhead. Harry felt Snape’s strong fist in his hair, pulling hard enough to sting delightfully as Draco quickly stroked Snape’s cock from the root as their tongues caressed the tip.
A breathy moan and Harry found a different bitter taste in his mouth, splashing onto his face and his cock tingled again from the naughtiness of it all. He opened his eyes to see Draco with come painting his parted lips and it was just too much.
Without thinking Harry threaded his fingers in Draco’s hair and stuck his tongue in his mouth, kissing him around Snape’s weeping cock. Before he could even comprehend what he was doing Draco was kissing him back with the same pre-orgasmic fervor he had less than a minute ago. Harry found himself being pulled to the floor, this time on top of Draco for a passionate kiss, their cocks stiff as mahogany wands again and rubbing against each other with renewed hunger. Draco squeezed Harry’s arse with sticky palms and ground against him. “Gods,” Harry heard Draco pant through moaning breaths inbetween licks to drops of come on his cheeks. “What. . .the hell. . .am I doing. . .mmmm. . .”
Harry slid his hand between their bodies and squeezed their cocks together. “Coming a second time?” he whispered in Draco’s ear.
Draco gasped and bit Harry’s neck, worming his hand in as well. Harry groaned at the shivery stab of pain and two hands stroking his cock. He’d had experience with this, experience that Draco seemed to be greatly appreciating. Harry flicked his thumb across two moist cockheads and bit Draco’s lower lip lightly as their mouths brushed together. He was vaguely aware of Snape reaching over them, but was distracted by Draco moaning into his mouth, his hand rubbing the two of them frantically.
Harry’s head swam with the overwhelming rush of power. He was driving Draco mad with lust. *He* was giving Draco what he craved. He had loved the submission to the two of them, but this was an incredible turnon on so many levels. On a whim he laced his fingers through Draco’s hair and pulled hard. Harry barely recognised his voice when he spoke: “Do it, Malfoy,” he hissed, “Let me see you come.”
With another firm squeeze of his hand, Draco breathed in sharply and nearly melted into Harry’s arms. Fingernails dragging down Harry’s back brought him to another shivering, exhaustive orgasm and they collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Harry felt nothing but relief, nothing but satiety as he lay on top of Draco’s sweaty body. Everything felt right. Everything felt fine as he slowly caught his breath, and somehow he knew Draco felt the same way. He heard Snape get up and rummage through a closet, then mutter some words, but was too exhausted to care.
After a few minutes, Draco seemed to snap back to reality. “Wh--? Get off me, Potter,” he sputtered. Harry smirked and complied, sitting back to watch Draco, who obviously had a war going on in his head.
“I did not just. . .” he groaned, wincing and rubbing his temples. “I was. . .with. . .”
“And you liked it, too.” Harry flashed Draco a large, cocky grin.
Draco looked as if he was about to retort, but instead just pressed his lips together and sighed. Harry had to give him credit--the little prat knew when he had lost. He looked up and saw Snape back in his chair, watching the two of them. And. . .*smiling*. Not a smirk, a genuinely pleased smile.
Harry blinked. “If. . .” he began thoughtfully. Snape’s gaze turned to him. “If you don’t mind my saying so, sir. . .” Harry bit his lip and gave Snape a quizzical look. “You have a nice smile.” He thought he could hear Draco’s eyes rolling.
Snape raised an eyebrow. “Consider yourself one of a select few who witnesses it, Mr. Potter,” he said softly. Harry beamed. “Now then. It’s late, and you two have an exam to study for. I’d suggest you study together, but I’m sure you’d distract each other far too much.”
Draco coughed an indignant laugh. Harry smirked at him.
Snape shook his head. “You’re never more adorable than when you futily attempt to save face, Mr. Malfoy. Now get dressed and off to bed.” Harry and Draco stood and began to dress.
“You’ve put me in a good mood for tomorrow; now just hope that no one else spoils it.”
“Yes, sir,” the two of them murmured together. Harry found Snape handing him his wand with a knowing smile. Still in an orgasmic daze, Harry took it and quietly headed for the door with Draco.
“Good luck,” Snape said. Harry was quickly coming to adore that voice. “And good evening. . .”
“Good evening, sir,” Draco and Harry spoke in unison again. Outside in the hall, Harry gave Draco a tiny smirk as he picked up his cloak. Draco’s expression was unreadable. They went separate ways without a word. Harry thought he felt Draco looking after him but didn’t turn around.
3:35 the next afternoon found Harry breathing a sigh of relief. He wasn’t the first to finish his Potions exam, but he wasn’t the last, either. As he stood to turn in his parchment, he noticed the professor staring at something on his desk. All Harry saw from the students’ desks was the back of a picture frame. When he got closer, though, he could see Snape was covering his mouth with a hand and had pulled his chair as far in as possible, leaving him squished between the back of the chair and the edge of the desk. He looked up and beckoned when he saw Harry approach.
Harry laid his parchment on the desk and gingerly came closer.
“Rather advanced spell, Mr. Potter,” Snape murmured quietly. “I’m impressed. However, it is easily tampered with.”
Harry peered around at what Snape was looking at and his eyes bugged. No sound--that would alert the class--just an image. Of Harry. Naked. On top of Draco. Also naked. Kissing. And wanking each other.
Harry took a moment to recover his composure before he bit his lip sheepishly, turning to avoid any glances from the other students. Snape gave Harry a tiny but wicked smile. Harry nearly ran out of the classroom, feeling Snape’s eyes on him the entire time.
Three days later, Harry was poring over his grade report. Comments were added by each teacher as they saw fit, generally praising his work. But where he usually saw some dry crticism from Snape next to his Potions grade, there was a pleasant surprise. Harry’s cheeks turned a shade pinker.
Mr. Potter is quick to pick up new techniques, and works well with others. He is a pleasure to have in class.
Ron appeared in front of him with his own report. “How’d you do, Harry?”
“Passed everything!” Harry said with a grin.
“Well, of course,” Ron peered over at Harry’s grades. His eyes flew open. “Wow,” he said with a chuckle. “How’d you manage all this in Potions?”
Harry smiled sheepishly. “Um. . .tutoring. . .” he mumbled.
Ron frowned. “With who?”
Harry was sure he was blushing. He bit his tongue and tried to look distasteful. “Malfoy.”
“Ugh! I should hope you get a lot of points for dealing with him!” Ron winced and looked back at his grade sheet.
Harry stifled a smile. He’d do it again in a second.
Please be brutally honest in your feedback (and please leave feedback). Your complaints will probably be the same as mine; this isn't my best work, but I'm the kind of writer who'll just declare a fic DONE and refuse to try to perfect it. Also, my Latin is a bit off and there may be a few little canon glitches--bear with me, there have been worse. Okay, that's enough of a warning.
I should add that this will have a sequel and a prequel. Eventually. They'll be much better than this one.
Title: Bis Quaque Noctem
Author: Annabel Lee
Pairings: Snape/Draco, Snape/Draco/Harry, Harry/Draco
Rated: R or NC-17, depending on your interpretation.
Warning: chanslash (Harry and Draco are 13), 3some. Not much D&S stuff but Draco's definitely an uke. Throughout the series, I should add.
Harry Potter’s evening had started out innocently enough. Or at least, *he* had started out innocent enough. Others he suspected were not.
“I know it.” Harry spoke under his breath and Ron strained to hear him across the table. “That’s the only way Slytherins can beat us in Potions every bloody year.”
Ron glanced around the common room, not that anyone could overhear them speaking this quietly. “But playing favorites. . .that’s not really against the rules, is it?”
“Playing favorites may not be,” Harry said pointedly, “but helping some students and not others is.”
Ron inched closer to Harry. “If we had some proof they were cheating, that’s one thing.”
“I see Slytherins in his office all the time.”
“He *is* the head of the house.”
“That can’t be it.”
“You’re right.” Ron bit his lip. “We need proof of what’s going on in there, though.”
Harry smiled. “Exactly.”
Ron wrinkled his forehead. “Harry? What are you up to?”
Up in the dormitory, Harry pulled out his invisibility cloak. “It’s this sort of camera spell,” he explained. “Takes a picture of a scene, and what’s going on at that time can’t be changed in the picture, it just repeats over and over.”
“Perfect evidence,” Ron said.
“Precisely. And I know Snape told Malfoy to see him tonight. I’ll bet that’s it.”
Ron nodded. “Malfoy isn’t any better than you at anything else, so how come he gets better grades than you in Potions?”
“Snape’s helping him out, I know he is. And it makes sense he’d be seeing him the night before the exam.” Seeing no one else in the dorm, Harry slipped the cloak over his head.
“Good luck. . .” Ron tried to sound hopeful. He had the feeling Harry was just going to get himself into trouble. Snape certainly wasn’t one to mess with.
Harry had been staking out the hallway around Snape’s office for only a few minutes, going over potions in his head, when he saw exactly what he came for.
Draco Malfoy looked way too guilty as he knocked softly on Snape’s door. No robes, just his uniform. If he was there for a legitimate reason, he wouldn’t be looking up and down the hall, would he? And he wouldn’t have slipped into Snape’s office as quietly and as furtively as he did.
Harry smiled. He was right after all. Wait until Dumbledore got a load of this. . .
Harry waited a minute or so before creeping to Snape’s door and leaning his ear against it. They would have to be doing something that would count as specifically cheating, or his entire scene would be worthless. . . and oh, Snape would *not* be happy being barged in on. . .not that he ever *was* happy where Harry was concerned. . .
Quiet inside. Barely a sound. Except for. . .ah, some clinking. . .rustles. . .they *must* be mixing something in there. Harry had a gut feeling they were up to no good. His gut feeling was confirmed when he finally heard Snape talking. “Hmm. . .yes. . .yes, that’s good. . .” Only a whisper, and that made it all the more damning. Perfect.
Harry peered through the keyhole and saw nothing, but found he was able to quietly pick the lock spell on the door. He had to get in, of course, to catch them in the act. Hmph. Arrogant Slytherins, thinking no one would suspect something like this. Of course they’d be cheating, and of course Snape would encourage it completely. Harry whispered the spell. Everything he saw for the next thirty seconds would be enchanted into the next picture he touched with his wand. Now or never.
Flinging off the invisibility cloak and stuffing it behind a statue, Harry burst into Snape’s office. His jaw dropped.
Snape was seated in an armchair beside his desk. Malfoy was kneeling between his legs and had just jerked his head away from Snape’s very exposed, very hard cock. For a moment, the three of them just stared at each other with looks of abject horror.
Harry managed to speak first. “Why does this not surprise me at *all*?” he said wryly, realising at once he had spoken his own death sentence.
Instantly Snape had his wand out and pointing straight at Harry. “Obli--!” he began in a roar and then stopped.
Harry was frozen. Malfoy seemed frozen as well. Snape gave Harry a strange look and slammed the door shut behind him with another word. Harry then felt as well as saw Snape’s glaring smirk. Snape lowered his wand, not taking his eyes off Harry. He tapped his fingers on the armrest thoughtfully.
“I have a proposition for you, Potter,” he said grimly.
Oh, bloody hell, Harry thought. This couldn’t be good.
“I’m going to give you a choice.”
Malfoy kept looking from Snape to Harry, seemingly still in shock even as he rubbed his jaw surreptitiously. Harry noticed Snape hadn’t softened a bit. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
Snape still bored holes into Harry with his eyes. “You can. . .” he paused in thought, “attempt to get into my better graces. . .”
Harry’s eyes widened more than he thought possible.
“. . .Or I can give you a memory charm,” Snape snapped. A cruel smile punctuated this. As Harry was about to agree heartily to the latter, Snape continued. “Of course,” he mused, “It’s been a while since I did that. I never was very good with mental specifics.”
Harry opened his mouth, presumably to say something, but found himself too horrified by the prospect given him. Snape wouldn’t. . .oh, yes he would. Harry had his Potions exam the next morning--if he lost all his memory of that. . .
“Who knows what I could accidentally erase,” Snape murmured.
“Accidentally,” Harry fumed quietly.
“Yes, Potter, accidentally, as in, you accidentally walked in on us, yes?” Snape raised an eyebrow.
“I. . .he. . .” Harry sputtered.
“Choose wisely, Potter. . .”
Harry’s eyes kept darting to Snape’s still hard cock, certain that this didn’t go unnoticed. “It wouldn’t make a difference anyway,” he said with a grimace.
“Wouldn’t it?”
Snape was staring at him like a hawk might stare at a rat dangling from its claw. Harry considered this challenge. He didn’t doubt that Snape got off on throwing his weight around. But Harry suspected Snape wouldn’t have extended this offer to just anyone.
“I’ll have to find out the hard way, won’t I?” Harry asked quietly. Not a defeat, just a. . .setback, he told himself. Oh, hell, who was he kidding? He was going to suck off Professor Bloody Snape and like it or fail Potions!
Snape slowly raised a hand and beckoned to Harry. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, then approached his potions professor.
“Kneel,” Snape ordered. Harry obeyed, finding himself at Snape’s feet next to Draco. Draco was smirking at him.
Harry shot him a look to freeze a bonfire. “You breathe one word of this to anyone, and I swear--”
“You’ll what, tell everyone the same about me?” Draco sneered. “And who are they more likely to believe? Snape’s pet, or the Boy Who Can Do No Wrong?”
“Silence, both of you,” Snape said loudly. Harry and Draco shut up. Snape smiled and touched Harry’s cheek gently. Harry tried not to flinch and found it wasn’t as creepy as he had expected.
“Now, Mr. Potter,” Snape tilted Harry’s chin up to look him in the eye and removed his glasses with the other hand as he spoke, placing them on the desk. “I suspect you’re less naive than you let on, at least in these matters. I went to Hogwarts myself, and teenagers segregated by sex haven’t changed that much since my time.”
Harry blinked at the thought.
“But you don’t seem like the type to be the Gryffindor broomstick, so I doubt you’ve perfected any techniques. So you will watch Mr. Malfoy closely. . .”
Draco’s eyebrows shot up and he shot Harry a rather resentful look. Harry smirked, but only for an instant before his face fell.
“. . .And then join him.” Snape leaned back and turned his gaze to Draco. “Mr. Malfoy?”
After much hesitation, Draco’s eyes darted to Harry several times as he took Snape in hand again and bent down to gingerly lick around the head of Snape’s stiff cock.
Harry heard Snape exhale and found himself inexplicably staring at Draco’s tongue. Snape was right, he was a virgin, but he was at least aware of oral sex. . .he had just never actually seen it done. Though presently Snape didn’t seem too pleased. Harry wondered if he could *ever* be described as pleased.
“Mr. Malfoy,” Snape said sharply. “If you’re trying to make Potter look good by acting like a bumbling moron, you’re doing an excellent job of it.”
Draco grumbled something under his breath and quickly stopped the tiny licks to take all of Snape’s cockhead in his mouth. Harry watched, fascinated as Draco sucked hard while squeezing with one hand, pulling back to kiss the tip firmly and swirl his tongue around Snape’s foreskin.
Harry saw Snape lace a hand through Draco’s hair, the other touching his hollowed cheek. “Mmm, yesss. . .” he sighed. “Much better.”
Harry bit his lip at the sound of Snape’s soft hiss. As much as he hated this man, he couldn’t deny that hearing him in this state was making his own cock twitch. Snape’s voice and. . .Malfoy, who moaned quietly in the back of his throat as he worked over Snape’s cock, exhaling in a shuddering breath as he raised his head to give the tip a wet kiss. Harry winced in disbelief as he wondered if Draco was getting hard from this. Well, he certainly sounded like it, sighing as much as Snape was. Harry snuck a look at Draco’s trousers and saw his guess was right. God, he was kneeling right next to *Malfoy*, of all people, while the both of them were getting harder by the second, while Harry watched his wet pink tongue lick hungrily around Snape’s cock and found himself wondering what it would feel like on his. . .oh no. No no no, not Malfoy, anyone but him. . .Harry considered long blond lashes and rosy lips and winced. Ignoring his personality, and Harry wished he could, Malfoy wasn’t hard on the eyes. Quite the opposite, now that he thought about it.
“Your turn, Mr. Potter,” Snape breathed. Harry shivered at the professor’s voice. Even as old as he was, he was definitely. . .what, sexy? Ordinarily, Harry would have winced at the thought. Now. . .there was just something about sucking his cock, in his office. . .
Draco sat back on his heels and looked at Harry with a smirk. Snape grabbed a handful of his hair.
“Where do you think you’re going, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco started to protest but stopped himself. He and Harry glared daggers at each other as they were guided down, only inches apart. Harry glanced at Draco one last time and licked slowly up the side of Snape’s cock. From what he could see, Draco was doing the same thing. Harry heard a shuddering sigh above him, tasted salty skin and a hint of . . . butterbeer?. . .oh, hell, Malfoy’s *spit*. And he could feel his breath on him as well, so close to his mouth, licking hungrily, tiny moans escaping his throat. Snape’s hand was in his hair, massaging his scalp, fingernails trailing down to his neck, and hell, that tickled. Felt pretty good, too. There was just something about kneeling at Snape’s feet, being forced to lick him that made Harry’s trousers too tight. He wondered how much Snape was getting off on just having The Boy Who Lived on his knees pleasuring him.
Harry pressed his tongue to Snape’s cock in a long, firm lick, but as he reached the tip felt his tongue snaking over something softer. Harry’s eyes flew open. It was Draco’s tongue.
“AAAGH!!” The two of them yelled in unison and pulled back from Snape’s cock as if it had caught fire.
Draco wiped his mouth excessively. “I figured you were just waiting for that opportunity, Potter!”
Harry clutched his stomach in disgust. “Don’t flatter yourself, Malfoy, who knows where your mouth’s been.” The disgust, though, was more at his initial reaction to what was essentially kissing Draco: a delicious tingly warmth flooding down his spine to between his legs.
“Not on any filthy mudbloods.”
“Of course, you’re just the Slytherin broomstick, as Snape put it.” Harry was aware of Snape tapping his fingers impatiently on the arm of the chair.
“Could be worse.” Draco sneered. “At least I’m not Gryffindor’s. Though since tacky sweaters don’t grow on trees, I’d guess that title goes to Gi-”
“TAKE IT BACK, YOU LITTLE PRICK!” Harry had his hands around Draco’s neck in the blink of an eye.
“IMPEDIMENTA!” Snape roared. Harry felt himself shoved away from Draco, who likewise was pushed back a few feet. Snape quickly stood and grabbed the two of them by their collars. “I see the both of you need a lesson in humility, hm?” Snape glared at Harry and Draco in turn and let them go with an exasperated flourish before sitting back down. “The both of you,” he snapped, “Strip.”
Harry hesitated. Draco, apparently used to this, didn’t. One look from Snape, though, and Harry was shrugging out of his blazer and loosening his tie.
“All the way,” Snape said flatly. “Not a stitch.”
Harry could see Draco out of the corner of his eye. Draco was letting his gaze flit to Harry as well. Merlin, Draco had a nice body. Harry’s mind raced with possibilities as he took off the last of his clothes. Something told him they’d be doing more than kissing.
Snape inhaled heartily through his nose as he looked Harry over. The three of them were still rather hard. “Potter,” Snape said with a dark smile, “Lie down on my desk.”
Harry’s jaw dropped. Draco coughed a smug laugh.
“Quiet, you arrogant little brat,” Snape snapped. Harry had to smirk, but that quickly disappeared as he turned around to look at Snape’s impressive and mostly bare desk. Under scrutiny of two pairs of gleaming eyes, Harry slowly lifted one knee, then his other, onto the desk.
“On your back.”
Oh, hell, Harry thought. No hiding anything this way. He swung his legs around gingerly and lay back, keeping a close eye on Draco and Snape.
“Now *you*,” Snape arched an eyebrow at Draco. “On top of him.”
“Oh, well then. . !” Draco laughed and nudged a knee between Harry’s legs. Harry’s heart leapt into his throat.
“The OTHER way, Mr. Malfoy.” Harry could hear the smirk in Snape’s voice. But what did he. . ?
Draco’s eyes widened to saucers. “You don’t--” he began.
“Turn around.” Snape growled, his voice back to a throaty purr that made Harry’s cock twitch. “You two aren’t leaving until you make each other come.”
Draco winced, but hopped off the desk and grudgingly got back on, this time straddling Harry’s face. Harry found himself staring at Draco’s cock. And rather alarmed that he wasn’t more disgusted. Rather, his own cock was rock hard in anticipation of experiencing Draco’s apparently talented mouth. Not that he would know the difference, really, since he’d never. . .
Harry gasped and shivered as he felt wet heat around his cock. And the creamy pale flesh pressing insistently against his lips made it only more erotic. A different scented musk--blonder, younger. Harry felt a thrilling rush of guilt at the undeniable pleasure he was taking from being humiliated by two of his antagonists. The mouth on his cock was fervent, hurried--Draco no doubt wanted to get this over with. Harry had only briefly been sucking the head pressed to his lips when he choked on a thrust into his throat. He immediately reached a hand around and grabbed Draco’s balls roughly. Draco pulled off of him with a yelp as Harry coughed and pushed his hips away.
“You try that again, Malfoy,” Harry gritted coldly, “And you can kiss your precious bloodline goodbye.”
Draco didn’t even breathe.
“Do we have an understanding?”
Finally Draco grumbled “Yes.”
“Good.” Harry gave the balls in his hand a soft massage and Draco exhaled in a shudder. Snape chuckled. “I never tire of the dynamics between you two,” he said. “I had a bet going whether you were going to fuck each other or kill each other by the end of your time at Hogwarts. I guess it’s the former, and I can’t say I’m disappointed in the least.”
Harry looked over at Snape and saw he was slowly stroking himself while he watched. Who was he kidding, as much as he loathed Snape’s blatant favoritism and sadistic teaching methods, he was undeniably sexy. Harry found himself picturing Snape naked and on top of him, on the desk as he was now, wondering what else he could do with his mouth besides purr like a siren transfigured into a cat. The thought encouraged him to suck hungrily, savoring the milky taste, rubbing smooth, tight thighs above his head. Draco moaned and Harry lost himself in the intense vibrations. Moaning as well, Harry was stung with titillating shame again as he found himself craving more of Draco’s cock, sucking him deeper as he mindlessly thrust into the slick, hot throat purring around him. He heard Snape breathing heavily beside him, occasionally whispering. “Yes. . .oh, gods yes. . .so beautiful. . . “
Harry felt himself creep closer to orgasm. Snape thought he was beautiful. Draco was *his*, at his mercy, whimpering desperately for *his* tongue, *his* lips; it was an intense rush of power and it felt so good. Short nails scraped up his legs and the tiny stings of pain were exquisite, but even more so was the enveloping warmth and the tickle to the very tip of his cock as he felt Draco take him all the way in. Harry felt himself on a precipice, straining to do the same and ignoring the gagging he felt.
“I want you to swallow,” Snape breathed in between ragged gasps. “Suck it down, all of it.” Harry’s eyes fluttered closed as he swooned at Snape’s dirty command and Draco’s passionate groan, reverberating so nicely along his cock and just as he teetered at the edge he tasted a rush of bittersweet come warming his throat and it was so intense, felt so good Harry felt himself falling into a dizzy spiral, spilling into Draco’s hungry mouth as his biggest rival licked up every drop.
He still shuddered in aftershocks as a velvet tongue lapped him clean and peach-fuzzy skin nuzzled him, and presently he heard Snape growling around a bitten finger. “Get down here and bloody finish me off. *Now.*”
Draco nearly fell off the desk and Harry slid off behind him as they both scrambled to their knees between Snape’s legs. Now Harry could care less if his tongue touched Draco’s, hell, he welcomed it as they both licked at Snape’s cockhead. Harry felt Snape’s strong fist in his hair, pulling hard enough to sting delightfully as Draco quickly stroked Snape’s cock from the root as their tongues caressed the tip.
A breathy moan and Harry found a different bitter taste in his mouth, splashing onto his face and his cock tingled again from the naughtiness of it all. He opened his eyes to see Draco with come painting his parted lips and it was just too much.
Without thinking Harry threaded his fingers in Draco’s hair and stuck his tongue in his mouth, kissing him around Snape’s weeping cock. Before he could even comprehend what he was doing Draco was kissing him back with the same pre-orgasmic fervor he had less than a minute ago. Harry found himself being pulled to the floor, this time on top of Draco for a passionate kiss, their cocks stiff as mahogany wands again and rubbing against each other with renewed hunger. Draco squeezed Harry’s arse with sticky palms and ground against him. “Gods,” Harry heard Draco pant through moaning breaths inbetween licks to drops of come on his cheeks. “What. . .the hell. . .am I doing. . .mmmm. . .”
Harry slid his hand between their bodies and squeezed their cocks together. “Coming a second time?” he whispered in Draco’s ear.
Draco gasped and bit Harry’s neck, worming his hand in as well. Harry groaned at the shivery stab of pain and two hands stroking his cock. He’d had experience with this, experience that Draco seemed to be greatly appreciating. Harry flicked his thumb across two moist cockheads and bit Draco’s lower lip lightly as their mouths brushed together. He was vaguely aware of Snape reaching over them, but was distracted by Draco moaning into his mouth, his hand rubbing the two of them frantically.
Harry’s head swam with the overwhelming rush of power. He was driving Draco mad with lust. *He* was giving Draco what he craved. He had loved the submission to the two of them, but this was an incredible turnon on so many levels. On a whim he laced his fingers through Draco’s hair and pulled hard. Harry barely recognised his voice when he spoke: “Do it, Malfoy,” he hissed, “Let me see you come.”
With another firm squeeze of his hand, Draco breathed in sharply and nearly melted into Harry’s arms. Fingernails dragging down Harry’s back brought him to another shivering, exhaustive orgasm and they collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Harry felt nothing but relief, nothing but satiety as he lay on top of Draco’s sweaty body. Everything felt right. Everything felt fine as he slowly caught his breath, and somehow he knew Draco felt the same way. He heard Snape get up and rummage through a closet, then mutter some words, but was too exhausted to care.
After a few minutes, Draco seemed to snap back to reality. “Wh--? Get off me, Potter,” he sputtered. Harry smirked and complied, sitting back to watch Draco, who obviously had a war going on in his head.
“I did not just. . .” he groaned, wincing and rubbing his temples. “I was. . .with. . .”
“And you liked it, too.” Harry flashed Draco a large, cocky grin.
Draco looked as if he was about to retort, but instead just pressed his lips together and sighed. Harry had to give him credit--the little prat knew when he had lost. He looked up and saw Snape back in his chair, watching the two of them. And. . .*smiling*. Not a smirk, a genuinely pleased smile.
Harry blinked. “If. . .” he began thoughtfully. Snape’s gaze turned to him. “If you don’t mind my saying so, sir. . .” Harry bit his lip and gave Snape a quizzical look. “You have a nice smile.” He thought he could hear Draco’s eyes rolling.
Snape raised an eyebrow. “Consider yourself one of a select few who witnesses it, Mr. Potter,” he said softly. Harry beamed. “Now then. It’s late, and you two have an exam to study for. I’d suggest you study together, but I’m sure you’d distract each other far too much.”
Draco coughed an indignant laugh. Harry smirked at him.
Snape shook his head. “You’re never more adorable than when you futily attempt to save face, Mr. Malfoy. Now get dressed and off to bed.” Harry and Draco stood and began to dress.
“You’ve put me in a good mood for tomorrow; now just hope that no one else spoils it.”
“Yes, sir,” the two of them murmured together. Harry found Snape handing him his wand with a knowing smile. Still in an orgasmic daze, Harry took it and quietly headed for the door with Draco.
“Good luck,” Snape said. Harry was quickly coming to adore that voice. “And good evening. . .”
“Good evening, sir,” Draco and Harry spoke in unison again. Outside in the hall, Harry gave Draco a tiny smirk as he picked up his cloak. Draco’s expression was unreadable. They went separate ways without a word. Harry thought he felt Draco looking after him but didn’t turn around.
3:35 the next afternoon found Harry breathing a sigh of relief. He wasn’t the first to finish his Potions exam, but he wasn’t the last, either. As he stood to turn in his parchment, he noticed the professor staring at something on his desk. All Harry saw from the students’ desks was the back of a picture frame. When he got closer, though, he could see Snape was covering his mouth with a hand and had pulled his chair as far in as possible, leaving him squished between the back of the chair and the edge of the desk. He looked up and beckoned when he saw Harry approach.
Harry laid his parchment on the desk and gingerly came closer.
“Rather advanced spell, Mr. Potter,” Snape murmured quietly. “I’m impressed. However, it is easily tampered with.”
Harry peered around at what Snape was looking at and his eyes bugged. No sound--that would alert the class--just an image. Of Harry. Naked. On top of Draco. Also naked. Kissing. And wanking each other.
Harry took a moment to recover his composure before he bit his lip sheepishly, turning to avoid any glances from the other students. Snape gave Harry a tiny but wicked smile. Harry nearly ran out of the classroom, feeling Snape’s eyes on him the entire time.
Three days later, Harry was poring over his grade report. Comments were added by each teacher as they saw fit, generally praising his work. But where he usually saw some dry crticism from Snape next to his Potions grade, there was a pleasant surprise. Harry’s cheeks turned a shade pinker.
Mr. Potter is quick to pick up new techniques, and works well with others. He is a pleasure to have in class.
Ron appeared in front of him with his own report. “How’d you do, Harry?”
“Passed everything!” Harry said with a grin.
“Well, of course,” Ron peered over at Harry’s grades. His eyes flew open. “Wow,” he said with a chuckle. “How’d you manage all this in Potions?”
Harry smiled sheepishly. “Um. . .tutoring. . .” he mumbled.
Ron frowned. “With who?”
Harry was sure he was blushing. He bit his tongue and tried to look distasteful. “Malfoy.”
“Ugh! I should hope you get a lot of points for dealing with him!” Ron winced and looked back at his grade sheet.
Harry stifled a smile. He’d do it again in a second.
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Date: 2003-12-17 08:28 am (UTC)*resembles a tomato*
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Date: 2003-12-29 02:56 pm (UTC)*begs shamelessly for sequel or prequel*
*rereads several times more*
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Date: 2003-12-16 07:28 am (UTC)Naughtily and *well* done!
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Date: 2003-12-16 07:37 am (UTC)I think I'll just settle for begging you to write/post more.
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Date: 2003-12-16 09:23 am (UTC)Mmm, nice and smutty!
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Date: 2003-12-30 06:13 pm (UTC)*conjures intellectual response, for which it's thankful I read this earlier and not just now*
Hmm. You're right, it isn't perfect... But more than that -- forgive me if this is a bit difficult -- here, you both invite critique and suggest that you won't listen to it, which I think makes it less likely you'll get any. The best suggestion I have is to be willing to work with someone, try to fight down the natural defensiveness a bit. Pick a beta who fundamentally likes your work -- by the evidence here, it certainly seems like there are people who're at least more confident about liking it than you are -- and decide how much you're willing to change. Be brave.
Hmm. It feels wrong to say that and not offer. So...I don't beta, or at least haven't yet, but I can spell and use proper grammar and identify awkward phrasing. Never had the chance to study Latin, and I wouldn't promise much as to my memory of canon, especially after that OotP all-nighter I pulled... Still, would be willing to try.
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Date: 2003-12-31 02:11 pm (UTC)This confused me a bit, then I realised you were referring to my comment that I've declared the fic done (I assume). By that, I meant that I'm posting it, not necessarily that I won't take any criticism into consideration for other fics. I mentioned that I thought it wasn't that great I guess just so no one would get the wrong impression about my writing ability. I'll look for a beta for my next one.
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