Searching for Pleasure

One small glint of gold was all it took to plunge Severus Snape's heart down lower than the dungeons. For year after year, Minerva had plagued his heart filling him with unlimited want and desire. Snape's feelings remained unexpressed due to his lack of confidence hidden behind his surliness. Despite this, the secret love had warmed his heart and presented him with the vivacity to carry on. McGonagall was his in his dreams and fantasies, and that small smidgeon of hope always remained.

The hope vanished with the gold ring. Both Snape and McGonagall had stayed in the staff room very late at night. McGonagall was bogged down in grading tests; Snape pretended to be reading so he could be near his love. He watched her adoringly over the top of his book as she sat with most proper posture holding her red quill primly. She finished with the last test, glanced at the grandfather clock across the room, and let out a gasp.

"My goodness, it's late. Well, I'm off to bed. Goodnight Severus, I suggest you turn in soon as well." McGonagall proceeded to exit the room.

Severus was just thinking to himself, "How about I turn in with you," when he noticed the ring. Her bony but captivating knuckles were clutching the test papers, and Snape could plainly see a small, inconspicuous golden engagement ring. He felt himself deflate. It felt as if he was drowning. His head was spinning round and round.

"You fool!" he told himself. "Did you really think you ever had a chance with her!" Snape's fury put him in a worse mood than he had ever been in before, and that was really saying something. He chucked his book across the room and punched the wall, putting a hole right through a portrait of a running herd of hippogriffs. He stormed out of the room, his broken hand bleeding profusely.

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Draco sniffed as a pungent smell rose from the chemical he was using. It came from the fluid secreted by the pancreas of a troll. Carefully, he poured the simmering yellow substance on the small metallic ball, making sure to cover the whole surface. When he had used up all the chemical, he took out his wand and preformed a complex spell on the object. The liquid turned black as Draco chanted an incantation, instructing the ball of its new mission. This was extremely difficult magic, and it drained Draco of all his energy. He struggled to finish the last part of the spell, and with one last wave of his wand the ball turned white, then back to its original golden color. Draco fainted from overexertion.

He came back to his senses an hour later. After remembering why he was lying on the stone ground of the potions classroom after lights out, Draco grinned maniacally. He pulled himself up with an eager vigor, and hurried over to examine his creation. He cradled the Snitch in his palms. "Do I have plans for you."

Just then, the door flew open and a very disgruntled Snape entered. Draco stuffed his new creation into his pocket and tried to duck behind a desk, but Snape had already seen him.

"Malfoy! What the f*** are you doing here?" Draco was quite taken aback with Snape's apparent outrage and choice of words. He had chosen the Potions classroom for his experiment because he was sure that if Snape caught him, he could wheedle himself out of trouble. However, now all Draco could do was tremble in fear.

Severus was surprised to find a student in his classroom. Before he had wanted to be alone, but now he was tempted to take out his anger in other ways. He stepped closer to Malfoy and grabbed him by the shirt. Tugging the boy into his own body, he ensued in caressing the boy with his tongue, on his face, then in other places. Draco squirmed in resistance, but ultimately gave in, too intimated by the strange behavior of his professor.

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Meanwhile, Minerva returned to her bedroom chambers only to find her fiancé waiting for her. "You shouldn't be here," she exclaimed, although she was pleased. "If anyone finds out we're both ruined. It's forbidden for teachers to be with students."

"You know it's worth the risk," replied the attractive young man. The couple made sweet love and talked over their elopement plans.

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Draco staggered back to his room in the dark. Snape had finally let him go, though not before getting full pleasure out of him. Although Draco had never had any experiences like this in school, it did not come as that much of a shock to him. He experienced it all the time at home with his father and his father's friends. Nonetheless, it hurt and Draco comforted himself by thinking of his plan. He felt to make sure the Snitch was still in his pocket.

It had all started at the beginning of this year, Draco's sixth year at Hogwarts. His father ranted all summer of how Harry Potter messed up everything and ruined all his master's plans. Malfoy junior had begun to hate Malfoy senior, and he began to take notice of his enemy's enemy. Draco admired Harry for doing something he himself could never bring himself to do, standing up to Lucious Malfoy. At first, Draco had still hated Potter for being a Pratt, but eventually he started noticing things like his sexy hair and beautiful body. Before he knew what happened, Draco's attraction for Harry had turned into an obsession.

Malfoy knew the only way he could ever be happy, was if he could have Harry, have him the way Snape had him tonight. This is where the Snitch came into play. He had doused the Snitch in a powerful chemical which he had spelled to make Potter more sexually inclined. It would wear away at Harry over time, and Draco would use this weakness to make his move.

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Harry awake early one morning so he could get in some extra Quiddich practice. Much to his confusion, a package with his name on it was lying on his bedside table. He untied the rope, tying it together, and a Snitch fell out. "Neat," whispered Harry as his roommates were still sleeping. It was the newest model with a built in locater and automatic retrieval in case it got away. What appealed to Harry the most was its special speed feature, where the user could actually set it faster than the average Snitch. Potter was used to receiving anonymous gifts and wasn't the least bit suspicious. He assumed Professor McGonagall had sent it assure victory for Gryffindor this year.

Harry started to feel funny as he played with the Snitch on the field. He felt himself becoming aroused, and eventually had to dismount his broom out of discomfort. Harry had only felt these kinds of feelings this strongly once before, and suddenly the memory came flooding back. Her gorgeous fiery hair tumbling down on his bare chest. His hands on her naked body. Him in her, all night.

Draco spied on Potter from nearby. His mood darkened as he watched the boy sitting in the middle of the Quiddich pitch moaning Ginny Weasley's name. He would have to address this issue.

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Snape still hadn't regained his composure. He hastily taught his lessons, taking away numerous house points. All he wanted to do was go and get drunk. He had just finished class with the Syltherin and Gryffindor fifth years, and was very relieved it was over. Much to his annoyance, Ginny Weasley began bombarding him with questions on some potion after everyone else had left.

Before Ginny knew what was happening, Snape was roughly handling her. She tried to cry out but Snape jammed his tongue down her throat. Then, just as suddenly as he had started, he stopped. He flung the girl onto the floor and hustled out of the room. Ginny remained sobbing on the floor for a while before she gained the strength required to get up and run away.

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Draco was hanging out in the Great Hall when just the person he wanted to say came running up from the dungeons. Snape had came this way earlier looked particularly evil, so Draco could guess what had happened. He ran after her calling, "Ginny! Ginny! Wait, Stop!" She hesitated and finally slowed down. Draco caught up with her. He had decided to use Ginny to find out how he could touch Harry the way she had. He also needed to abolish the relationship between the two.

"What's the matter Ginny? Can I help?"

"Why would you want to help me?"

"Because I know what happened. You're not alone." At this, Ginny turned a tear-streaked face towards him and looked into his eyes. Draco led the lost child to a deserted corridor and sat with her, stroking her shiny hair, and letting her confide in him. When she stopped talking, Draco bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. At first Ginny pulled back, but then she gave in. Draco made exceptional progress that day at getting closer to Ginny.