Walking into the great hall for breakfast the next morning, Professor Snape became distracted by the scratching of his shirt against the cuts upon his chest from the night before.

He had the ability to simply heal them, but he did not want to. He wanted to be reminded of that memory until they had healed naturally. He needed that healing time to plan exactly what he had in store for the boy during their next encounter. With each step he took, he felt the pain of the fresh scars upon his body and that only fueled his desire for the boy even more.

He knew the boy liked blood...the memory from the first time he wrapped his hand around the boys throat clouded his mind. Staring off into space, he caught Dumbledore giving him a side eye. Immediately switching his thoughts to that of the Dark Lord, just in case Dumbledore was checking in on his thoughts. He must prevent anyone from finding out what he was doing with the boy and protect the knowledge of what he was planning. This is the most important secret he had held, and that was a vast statement based upon his past, and current involvement with not only the D.A. but with the Dark Lord as well.

Refocusing on his duty of watching over the students as they so ungraciously devoured their breakfast. Snape glared around the room. The little brats got on his nerves more than anything. Shoveling food into their mouths like they had never eaten before in their life, with complete disregard to any manners what so ever. It was disgusting.

That was the one thing that got on the Professor's nerves more than anything...until he started playing with the boy. Now the persistent thoughts of the boy invading his mind, every second, it seemed like, was starting to get on his nerves. On one set of nerves in particular. He knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer before inviting to boy down to play. His thoughts running through every bit of knowledge that he knew about the boy's desires, then running through what he knew that would apply to those desires. Making any connection possible. He was desperately planning this encounter, to satisfy his own needs. The thoughts of the boy were irritating him to the point that he needed relief and just maybe some revenge as well.

He was so distracted by planning the scene he had in store for the boy, that he was nearly late to class. He needed this to happen soon. Though he would not admit that to himself. Never. He needs no one.

The students were starting to shuffle out of the great hall. Looking down at his plate he noticed that he had barely touched his breakfast. Shrugging it off he stood, Potter was in his first class of the day. Skipping one meal was nothing, it wasnt like he hadn't gone much longer without food, or at least a proper meal. Lack of food was the last thing on the Professor's mind.

As he stood to leave, the Headmaster spoke

"Severus, you barely touched your plate." that sentence was enough to let Snape know that Dumbledore was suspecting something. Filling his mind with visions of the night it all began, blocking every thought of Potter, he deliberately looked into the Headmaster's eyes. Giving a slight nod the Headmaster was satisfied with the explanation as to why the Potion's Master did not eat that morning, and he was dismissed.

Always under someone's thumb, Snape thought as he made His was to his classroom. Students parting a clear path for the Professor. Internally smirking, at least most of the students were still afraid of him. Rounding the corner he saw the boy and his little friends awaiting his arrival.

Harry looked up as soon as Snape saw him, the boy sensed his presence and Snape glared at him because Potter had caught him looking at him. This boy was doing damage. The Potion's Master was not one to be caught. Ever.

This only fueled the fire within his mind and body as to what he had next in store for the boy. It would be much more than the boy would be expecting especially considering their last encounter.

Sweeping up to the door of the class, Potter didn't move. Everyone else shuffled back as usual but the boy didn't budge.

With a flick of his wand he sent a bolt of desire through the boy's body. The boy's gasp hidden by the click of the lock and classroom door flinging open. Smirking internally, Snape knew this was a class that was going to be satisfying.

Today was not going to be a day that Professor Snape would ignore the boy. He needed the satisfaction of slow torture. The longer he tortured the boy, the better his next play time with him would be. The Professor wanted the boy past the point of being on edge every second of every day. He would make the boy's every thought be consumed by that of the Professor. Revenge. Snape smirked to himself, sweet revenge.

Snape began making his rounds through the room, checking each students potion and making snide comments as usual to all but those of Slytherin. Regardless of quality. Reaching Potter's table, he stood directly in front of him.

Examining the boy's potion. Harry started shuffling his hands nervously. Internally smirking and he looked up into the boy's eyes.

"Mr. Potter, tell me, what is wrong here?"

Harry's mind shuffled, he didn't know what was wrong with his potion. It was actually perfect. He followed the instructions perfectly and it was the right shade of purple. He thought nervously. Suspecting Snape to take points from Gryffindor. Or give him detention. Taking a chance Harry boldly stated

"There is nothing wrong with my Potion, Sir."

Snape glared at the boy, eyes locked.

Harry felt Snape in his mind...flooding his mind with images of their encounters and something new. He was tied a cross, he felt the desire within him and then it was gone.

The Professor was teasing him.

"Potter, This is not the correct shade of purple for this stage of your potion. 5 points from Gryffindor." Snape said before sweeping off, and returning to his desk.

The entire purpose of that was so his Professor could put him even more on edge than he already was, Harry thought as he gazed down at his potion.

"Fucker" Harry said under his breath as he adjusted the flame beneath his cauldron.

"Ah, but in that you are indeed correct ." Harry looked up at the Professor. He did not know he could speak to him in such a manner, he thought it was only through images, or direct eye contact.

Harry simply shook his head as he continued preparing his potion. But the stirring under his robes was distracting. He was focusing his attention on his potion but images kept invading his mind and he was growing harder by the second. He could feel the Professor's hands upon him, he could feel the breath of the man on his back...

Snape was hidden within the boy's mind. Watching every image he was seeing, and feeling every emotion. The boy was at the point he needed him to be. Finally.

As everyone had finished their potions, and Harry was putting up his things, a bottle slipped from the boys hands shattering against the dungeon floor.

"Everyone, get out of my class. Except you Mr. Potter, you will stay and clean up this clumsy mess you made." in a tone so fierce that the Slytherin's giggled. Naturally, that was ignored by the Professor.

Harry sighed, he knew it was coming. He knew the Professor was going to do something, anything, to show how much he hated him even more so now. Harry understood the public displays of hatred, but it was hard dealing with such emotions crossing within him. Publicly Snape ignored him, or he treated him as he normally did, if not worse. Harry knew it was to reinforce the agreement they had, the secrecy of their encounters, and to insure no other person within the castle walls would begin to suspect anything was going on between him and his Professor. Secrecy was key to this because if anyone found out, all hell would break loose and it would spread like wildfire.

The class shuffled out and the door clicked behind them. Harry was waiting for the Professor to speak.

"Instead of tactlessly masturbating in the boy's bathroom while letting my name escape your lips. You will not be permitted to do that again."

Damn, Harry thought. He didn't have another class after this, and those were exactly his plans because of the images the Professor had steadily put into his mind this entire class period. His cock was to the point of throbbing now as he stood before his Professor.

"Knowing the activities you were planning to partake in after you were dismissed. You will not be dismissed until you have fufilled your intended activities."

Harry looked at his Professor in shock. Was the Professor really telling him that he was to masturbate..here...in class..in front of him?

"Sit" the Professor instructed. A chair bumped against the back of Harry's legs as he sat. Conjuring another chair, the Professor sat himself in front Of the boy. Their knees only a few inches apart.

"Harry, you know what you want to do. You know with each stroke of your cock by your own hand that the only thought within your mind is that of me, and that of our encounters. Harry you know what you want. Now do it."

Snape leaned back in his chair, legs relaxed and slightly spread. Flowing images into the boy's mind once more. Harry's breath quickened as his cock started throbbing once more. If this is what his Professor wanted, that is exactly what he would get. Locking eyes with His Professor, Harry opened his robes revealing his hard cock pressing against his trousers.

Snape's eyes traveled down the boy's body as Harry began stroking his cock through his trousers. That action didn't last long. He needed release. Harry unbuttoned his trousers, and the Professor's eyes followed Harry's every movement. Freeing his cock, Harry spread his legs and leaned back in the chair. Before gripping his cock once once more, Harry looked into the Professor's eyes, giving him a look of lust,and desire. The Professor could see the desperation in the boy's eyes that the boy had tried to hid.

Harry gripped his cock, and began stroking it slowly, leaning his head back against the chair, fully relaxed,he felt no shame in masturbating in front of the Professor. He let out a soft moan as he felt the moisture on the tip of his cock growing the faster his pace became and the harder he gripped his cock. At this point Harry was moaning with no reserve. He was going to give the Professor exactly what he wanted.

Watching the boy's administrations, he was resisting the urge to stroke his own cock that was now pressing firmly against his trousers. He knew this would happen, but he wasn't prepared for the need that would come with the arousal of watching the boy masturbate. With all of his might he was fighting the urge to take the boy into his mouth and show him exactly what his tongue was capable of doing. The boy was surprisingly good at sucking cock for someone with such little experience, but the Professor knew for a fact that he was much better and would have the boy finished within under a minute.

Harry was panting, gripping his cock and stroking it with a motion that Snape had not seen the boy use before, he was not going to last much longer.

"May I?" Harry asked.

The Professor nodded in agreement.

Locking eyes with the Professor, allowing the Professor to feel the orgasm that ripped through him seconds later, Harry moaned as he came, and the Professor needed release now. But he must be patient.

"Get dressed, and clean that mess up before you leave." Ordered the Professor, standing and vanishing the chairs as soon as Harry stood.

Harry knew he was dismissed which left him more frustrated than ever. He needed to feel the Professor's touch. Satisfying himself was not enough.

This, of course, Snape was well aware of and he was greatly looking forward to the time in which he saw the boy again.