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Harry walked into the potions classroom for detention.

He was looking forward to it all the live long day.

As he entered, a dark silhouette appeared from behind the stone wall.

His eyes widened as he noticed it was his forbidden lover: Snape.

His heart jumped a beat and his wood stuck up in his trousers.

"You're late, Mr. Potter," Snape said severely.

Snape walked over to his student so they were standing face to face.

He's been waiting for this all day.

"To the potion station, at once," Snape told Harry breathing harshly in his ear.

Harry did so.

"Bend over!" Snape yelled.

Harry did so. Again.

Snape walked over and ordered, "Pull your trousers down."

As harry did this Snape smacked his arse and watched it jiggle.

He finally couldn't take it anymore and plunged his large wand up Harry's arse.

Best. Detention. Ever.

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Next day in Potions Class.

"Professor Snape," Malfoy said with confusion in his tone.

Snape looked sharply at the pipsqueak.

"Why is there white stuff all over my potions desk?"