Infinity

Author: Spamilla
Rating: Mature
Summary: Harry is forced to take a new drug called 'Infinity' by his Potions Professor. After his first hit, Harry doesn't want to be away from the enigmatic force that is Severus Snape. AU
Pairings: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. More or less, if you recognize it, it's not mine.

Note for reading this: Alternate 7th year.

Chapter One: The First Hit

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Harry was rather nervous. Earlier that morning he had been accosted by the potion's master as he had been eating breakfast with Hermione and Ron. He had been in mid-bite of his French toast when the poison-laced voice of Severus Snape hit his ears.

"Potter!"

The brunette had jumped and his eyes darted over to see Snape striding toward him, the same cool angry look that was always on his features when he made any contact with Harry.

"Sir?" He asked, swallowing quickly and turning to the man. His mind searched for something that he could have done. He didn't remember anything in particular, but he was sure that Snape had something in mind. It was rare to randomly yell at him. He was usually good about having a reason.

"Tonight, you are to come to my office. Eight o'clock sharp. Am I understood?" Although he ended his words with a question, he didn't wait for answer before simply walking up.

It was now just about the meeting time. He had spent most of the day complaining to Ron and Hermione about the meeting. None of them could think of anything that would have called for Snape to request a meeting. The only possible thing was that Harry was possibly failing the class and Snape wanted a chance to yell at him. However, that didn't make much sense as Snape usually liked to publically embarrass Harry.

Taking a deep breath, Harry walked to the door and knocked lightly.

From deep within the chamber that served as both Snape's office and his class room, Harry heard a throaty, "Enter, Mr. Potter."

The Gryffindor winced as he opened the door. Nothing good was going to happen and he knew it. Good things never came from Severus Snape. Ever.

"Yes, sir?" Harry asked as he walked towards Snape's desk. He was staying a considerable distance away. He didn't know what he was going to expect, but he wanted a chance to be able to defend himself… even if he didn't expect a teacher to attack a student. He didn't trust Snape.

"Take a seat, Potter," Snape said softly. His voice was actually so tame that he was slightly taken aback. He looked over the man's desk and saw that he was enjoying a cup of hot tea and biscuits. What the hell was going on? The man had never been drinking anything in the room before when he had been called in to be reprimanded.

"Y-yes, Sir." Harry walked over to a nearby desk and sat behind it.

"Well, Mr. Potter. It appears that there is an issue that we must deal with. Both you and I are about to be thrust into something we both have to deal with. I believe I shall enjoy this more so than you, however." He paused and sighed before magicking another cup. "Shall I pour you some tea? It's a long story…"

Harry felt rather tentative at the moment. He wasn't sure what was going on. He had no clue as to what the other man was speaking of. On top of that, why was he being so considerate?

"Thank you, sir," Harry said as he watched the man spoon in a bit of sugar and a dab of cream before levitating it over to the student.

Harry graciously accepted the cup. However, he didn't drink it just yet. He was more concentrated on his professor. He wasn't sure what to make of what the man had said.

"Well, to begin with, there is a reason as to our meeting tonight. The Headmaster asked that I talk to you about a certain drug that's recently become a favorite tool of attackers. It's called Infinity. It's more addictive than the muggle drug Methamphetamine, if you know what that is. It's been brought to our attention that the Dark Lord might try to use it against you. It was beginning to become a large problem in the Wizarding World, but the Ministry hasn't let it get out publically. They don't want the general public to know about its existence."

Harry gave the man a hard look. How had they found this out? Was this just some guess work for the Order that was being relayed to him? Why would Voldemort want him hooked on drugs?

Well, thinking about it, it made sense. Destroy his creditability by making him a drug addict… The drug wouldn't just destroy his image, either. An addiction worse than Meth, if it last long enough, would destroy him physically as well.

…but even so, it didn't feel like Voldemort's style. Would he really try addict him to a drug to make him less of a threat? The thought was chilling.

"How would he get the drug to me, sir?" He swallowed thickly and realized that he wanted to take a sip of the tea.

"Various ways… It can be smoked, inhaled, injected… It was first marketed as a love potion in some seedy underground shops. So besides an intense 'high' feeling one gets, the potion also links you sexually with whoever the person has sex with after. It's nearly impossible to get off of."

This didn't make any sense. Why would Voldemort want Harry to be sexually linked with someone… He shuddered as he thought about being linked to Voldemort. He shook his head and downed the tea before him.

The moment he swallowed the liquid, he felt his head begin to swim. He looked to Snape and looked down at the cup and immediately back to the man before him.

"What was in the tea?" he choked, letting the cup fall to the ground, shattering. Although he was mentally horrified, his body was relaxed. He realized rather quickly that his thoughts were taking longer to process. And he had completely forgotten about the want that was stored in his pocket.

"Congratulations, Mr. Potter. You've just taken your first hit of Infinity."

The words crashed down on Harry like a load of bricks. He opened his mouth to argue, but somehow Snape was now standing next to him, a finger under his chin as he forced their eyes to meet.

"What have you done to me?!" Harry gasped anger thick in his voice as he reached his hands to Snape's shoulders and forced him away. The force of the push had also knocked Harry out of his own seat, his body toddling from the stool he sat on onto the floor on the opposite side of the seat.

He didn't like this. He had to call for help. Was Snape being honest when he told him all of this? Had he really taken that drug… Was Snape going to bond himself to him? He felt sick. Dumbledore had to know about this and stop it.

Snape moved the stool out of the way and lowered himself down to Harry. He had failed to mention to him that the relaxation part of the drug was only temporary but it wouldn't matter. He'd get the young man secure before he regained his sense of self.

Pulling out his wand, Snape pointed it at Harry's wrists, uttering a spell that sent ropes out around the student's sluggish appendages.

Harry screamed the moment he felt the ropes wrap around him. He felt the sluggish begin to lift, but not the haze in head. He was still having an incredibly hard time thinking at the moment.

"HELP!" he yelled as loud as he could. "SOMEONE! HELP ME!"

Harry's words were met with a hard smack.

"Shut your mouth, Potter," Snape spat. "There is a silencing spell on the door. Don't you think I prepared for this? No one is going to interrupt us."

A cold feeling hit the pit of Harry's stomach. For the first time, he was truly scared of Snape. There was no childish annoyance of the man here anymore, simply fear. The man was really going to hurt him.

"The moment you let me out of here, I'm going to tell everyone, Snape. I'll run to Dumbledore. I won't let you get away with hurting me!"

A smile formed over Snape's features. The simple gesture sent a shudder down Harry's spine. There was nothing kind on the look on his face. The curve of his lips were cold and cruel. He didn't like this one bit. It seemed that Snape had already thought of this as well.

"I'm not worried about that. The moment I finish with you, you're not going to want to go to Dumbledore. You're not even going to want to leave the room. I daresay you'll be begging to stay the night with me, Mr. Potter. It's exactly how Infinity works."

Snape grabbed Harry by a fistful of hair and pulled him forward, pressing their lips together.

The thing that surprised Harry at the moment wasn't the fact that Snape was kissing no. What surprised him the most was the fact that the moment their lips connected and he smelled the Potions Master, he realized that he wanted to kiss the man.

A groan came from Harry's lips as he rose against Snape's body and slung his bound arms over Snape's head deepening the kiss.

The black-haired man smirked before pulled away, ducking out from under Harry's arms. "Who said you had any kind of control of this situation, Harry."

The seething in Snape's voice when he said his name cause his pants to immediately tighten.

"No one, sir," he said softly. He wanted to be close to the man again. He wanted to taste those lips once more.

No!

No, he didn't want this. This was the drug that was continuing its work to cloud his mind. He couldn't allow for this. Harry wasn't going to allow himself to be taken under the spell of the drug. He was going to fight it. There was no way he was going to allow himself to be used like this.

"Sir, don't do this to me," he said through gritted teeth as he backed away from the man. He was still slow to react, however and gasped when the man grabbed his wrists and bodily moved the man over the desk he had previously been sitting at.

"What's done is done, Potter. Even if I were to let you walk out of my office right now, the drug is still in your system. You'd be back wanting more… and you might get desperate and allow me to have your body in trade for another hit." The grin never left his face.

Another spell was uttered and Harry found his bound wrists attached to the desk now through a hole that was on the surface that seemed to have sucked in part of the rope. He struggled against it in vain against the binds, but it was a fruitless attempt.

Harry was beginning to feel ill. He watched as the man walked away from him and over to a supply closet. He was really going to hurt him. Snape had really drugged him. Snape was really going to rape him. He felt like he was going to be sick.

If it weren't for the effects of the drugs causing his mind to be less than sharp, he would've continued struggling against the restraints. However, he was having a hard time focusing on anything but the fact that the man was pouring a bit of some kind of root oil into a vile.

"Snape, let me go! Please don't!"

Harry's cries were in vain. He was immediately silenced by a gag that had manifested from nowhere. Harry would later realize that it was a piece of Snape's cloak that he had sent over, but he wasn't focused on it right now. He wanted to get away. This wasn't right.

"Don't complain so much, Potter. You're going to love this."

Harry lolled his head to the opposite side that it was situated and saw the small, corked vial lying there. He bit back the tears that wanted so badly to fall and he shook his head.

"Please, sir," he grunted around the gag.

"I see when you've realized your situation you do learn some manners, don't you?" He said with a smirk as his hands set to work bundling up Harry's cloak, revealing the black dress slacks that Harry wore beneath them.

Pressing his body against Harry rear, Snape reached around and unbuckled the student's pants, letting them fall carelessly to the ground.

Harry gasped as his legs were now exposed to the cold air of the dungeon and he found he could no longer hold back the tears. He gave a shaky sigh. He'd let the tears fall, fine. But he wouldn't cry or sob. He would breathe normally. He would keep his cool about the situation. If he didn't cry, Snape didn't win. He couldn't allow himself that.

A moment later, Harry's boxers joined his pants on the floor. He gasped as he felt the Potions Master's hand wrap around his member, still slightly hard from the rather intense from a moment ago.

A moment later he felt Snape release him. He choked a bit, inhaling deeply. He wanted the tears to stop. He was too afraid.. They wouldn't stop.

The fear only intensified when he heard Snape remove his cloak and unzip the pants to his own dress slacks.

"I'm guessing that this if your first time, Mr. Potter. I suppose I will do you a favor and not hurt you too much." Harry flinched away from the man's hand as he saw him reach for the vial.

From behind him, he heard Snape remove the cork from the vile. He clenched his eyes shut. He imagined the man slathering the oil on his own manhood, getting it ready to enter.

The image was torn away when he felt a finger prodding at his entrance. Harry released aloud gasp as the slick finger slid into him and he felt his rear tighten around the finger.

"Relax or this is going to hurt," he said as a second finger found its way inside of the teen.

Harry clenched his eyes shut as the felt the two digits begin to press in and out of him, scissoring as they thrust inside of him.

The third finger that slid in and Harry bit into the gag as his body tensed around the man. He wasn't going to scream. He wasn't going to show any signs of weakness. He was going to overcome this. He wasn't going to be a slave to Snape. He was going to get raped by him and he was going to go straight to Dumbledore's office once he left the room.

Again the thoughts were wiped from his mind when Severus brushed something inside of him. The second time he felt it brush within him, he arched his back slightly, a quiet moan coming from his lips.

"Looks like I found that elusive place that's going to make you scream," Snape said. Harry could almost hear the cruel smile on his lips.

The fingers left Harry all at once only to be replaced with something else. Harry could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he felt the man press the head of his member at his opening.

Harry could no longer hold back the cries. His head was still swimming from the tea. He just wanted to be away from the man. He wanted to go to his room and never see Severus Snape again.

"Please," he wept, burying his face into the desk.

Harry was answered a moment later when he felt the man shove slowly, yet painfully into him. Snape must've been thicker than he thought. This wasn't good. He was stretching him further then he was going to be able to handle, he was ripping him.

However, the moment Severus pressed in to the hilt, Harry realized that it didn't matter. Something happened within the moment Severus could push in no more. He wanted it.

Snape pulled out and pressed back into the student, adjusting his thrusts so that he pressed against the sweet spot deep within Harry. The feeling caused a loud, muffled moan to erupt from Harry's throat. This did feel amazing.

As the thrust continued, Harry found himself moving in motion with the man, whimpering, moan, pleading with the man to move faster.

The loud sound of skin slapping was hardly heard over Harry's muted cries. The soon was soon intermingled with Severus's own cries of pleasure.

Harry was surprised when he orgasmed a moment later. Snape hadn't even been touching him. He didn't care. He felt himself tense, squeezing around the member that was fucking him as a feeling of elation came over him.

The student's orgasm trigged Severus's own orgasm. He dug his nails into Harry's hips at he pushed in deeply once more, spilling his seed into the young man's body.

Severus held back the urge to collapse on the man and pulled out of Harry, casting several cleaning spells to straighten up the area and a few spells to heal Harry's torn skin. He didn't need him bleeding everywhere. He supposed he had been a little too rough.

Harry whimpered as the man cleaned up. He didn't want the man to clean up. He wanted Severus to be inside of him again. He wanted the man to fuck him again. He … he needed it.

The moment the gag was removed, Harry made these desires known.

"Please, Sir… Again," he said softly as the man released his hands from the binds, the ropes simple disappearing into the desk. Harry turned immediately and fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around the man's left thigh.

"No, you're going to go to your room."

Harry felt horrified at the thought. He grasped the man's thigh all the tighter. He had been a fool for crying. He wanted the man again s badly, he panted lightly. "Please sir!"

"I told you that you'd be begging, did I not?" He lowered himself down and pulled Harry's face into his hands.

After giving a chaste kiss to Harry's lips, the man pulled away.

"If you want to please me, Harry, you'll dress yourself and go to bed. You won't tell anyone about what happens between us. If you don't do as I tell you too, I'll never touch you again. Am I understood?"

Harry shook his head vehemently and immediately stood and began dressing himself. The thought of upsetting the man was terrible. It didn't make sense to disobey him, even through his still swimming thoughts. He wanted to please the man more than anything else.

"You'll come to my office tomorrow night at eight o'clock sharp. If anyone asks, you are to tell them that you have detention. Am I understood?"

Harry nodded. "Yes sir."

"Very good. See you tomorrow night, my dirty little secret…"

To Be Continued.