Title: Strip/Tease! Continuation
Author: Gyre Falcon ()
Source work: Strip/Tease! by Aja
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Harry sat at breakfast, watching the owls swoop in with dread. He and Draco hadn�t heard anything from Snape yet, but they were both starting to suffer under the strain of anticipation. Harry wasn�t sure what would be worse, receiving the owl or not receiving the owl. On one hand, he�d like to get whatever Snape planned for them over and done with, and relegated to the realm of Embarrassing Things We�d Really Rather Forget, but on the other hand, he didn�t relish the prospect of serving Snape�s whim, and he wanted to put it off as long as possible.
Today it looked like they would finally be put out of their misery. Harry noticed a school owl swooping towards him while another flew directly to Draco at the Slytherin table. He accepted the letter, and opened it with apprehension. Hermione and Ron leaned over to see what Harry had received, and he quickly folded it again.
�What was that Harry?� Harry loved his friends, but just now he wished Ron were a bit less curious.
�Just a note from Snape. He wants to see me in his office after lunch.�
�That�s rough, mate. You haven�t even done anything recently.� He looked utterly uninterested and Harry sighed internally with relief. Ron didn�t seem overly concerned about what Snape had to say. Hermione was another story.
�So why is he calling you to his office? You�ve been really quiet in Potions recently. Is something wrong, Harry?� She looked very concerned.
�Nothing�s wrong. I just want to stop losing so many points, even if I�d like to say something. It�s just not worth it. I don�t know why Snape wants to see me.� He winced, making sure to let it be noticeable. �Could we not talk about it?� Hermione nodded, but still looked concerned. Harry got the feeling that she wasn�t going to be satisfied until she found out what was going on.
Harry knocked nervously on the door to Snape�s office, and gulped as it swung open under his hand. The first thing he saw was Snape, seated calmly behind his desk, just as he usually was. As Harry moved into the room, he saw Draco standing to the side of Snape�s desk, looking as uncomfortable as Harry felt. He quickly moved to Draco�s side, but didn�t dare take his hand.
Snape left them standing in silence for a few moments more, moments that felt like an eternity to the two boys, then spoke.
�Well. The two lovebirds. I must congratulate you on your ability to conceal this all from everybody. I trust you will use that ability to its furthest extent regarding this meeting. What you did was wholly inappropriate for an educational setting; however, I am willing to overlook that, along with your entirely immoral use of the Confundus Potion, Draco. If��
Both Harry and Draco held their breath.
�If you repeat it for me. Privately.� Harry looked at Draco. Draco looked at Harry. They both turned back to Snape, ready to accept their fate. �And�� Harry felt his heart sink. �Include me. I want you both to dance for me.� Harry and Draco exchanged glances again, and nodded. They knew that they had no real choice. Snape watched them, a satisfied look on his face. �Good. You are both staying over the holiday. Meet me here on the 24th. Call it an early Christmas present.� He smirked at the looks of horror on the faces of the two boys. When it became clear that he was finished, Harry and Draco left the office, walking away as quickly as they could.
When they were out of earshot, they stopped and turned to one another. Draco was the first to speak.
�Well, bugger me. I thought it would be worse than that.� Harry couldn�t believe his ears.
�Worse! How could it possibly be worse? Snape is forcing us to give him a private show, with both of us dancing for his pleasure. I fail to see how it could be worse.�
�Well, look at it this way. He�s not going to expel us, he�s not even telling anyone else about it, and once it�s over with, we have blackmail material to use against him as well. He won�t be able to tell anyone, because if he does, we can tell what he made us do, and he�ll lose his job.� Draco looked very satisfied. �I admit, giving Snape a lap dance wasn�t how I had planned to spend my Christmas Eve, but once it�s over, it�s over, and no harm done.� Harry�s mouth worked up and down a few times, but he had to concede that Draco�s logic was faultless, so he shrugged, and the pair started walking again. �You�ll have to teach me how to dance like that,� Harry pointed out to Draco. �I haven�t the first clue of how to go about it.�
�Don�t worry. What say I show you how right now? Purely educational, of course.� He arched one eyebrow suggestively. Harry looked at him sceptically.
�Of course.�
Harry and Draco stood outside of Snape�s office once again. It was Christmas Eve, and they had come to pay the price for the stunt Draco had pulled. Harry finally reached out and knocked hesitantly on the door. They waited, and Harry knocked again. This time the door opened, and they saw Snape, sitting at his desk waiting for them.
�Well, what are you waiting for? Come in, and shut the door behind you.� They did so, then Snape led them down a hidden passage to his private chambers. Both Harry and Draco were struck by their resemblance to the Slytherin common room. The d�cor was all green and silver, with dark wood as the only contrast. It was a gloomy place.
Snape took a seat in a straight backed wooden chair in the middle of the room. Harry and Draco stood before him, shifting uncomfortably. Snape seemed to take some small pleasure in making them uncomfortable through his silence. He spoke just as Harry was about to break the silence.
"So, get on with it. I haven't got forever, you know." Draco turned to face Harry, and uttered the words of the spell.
"Musicalis." The bass guitar line picked up slowly, and the two boys began to sway slowly, facing each other. Draco lifted his arms, twining them slowly over Harry's head, before bringing them down slowly behind Harry's neck. Then the lyrics kicked in.
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
His fingers trailed around Harry's collar, slipping gently under the fabric and pulling it off Harry's shoulder as the top button came undone. Then Draco turned slightly away facing Snape, and pulling Harry after him by his shirt front. They ended up on either side of Snape, and as Harry started to work on Draco's buttons, Draco slid his hand down Snape's chest, outside his robes.
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something.
Draco threw his head back in feigned pleasure, and collapsed over Snape's lap. Harry slid gracefully behind Snape's chair, inching his hands down the front of Snape's dark robes.
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Suddenly, Snape was pushing Draco off, throwing Harry's hands off his shoulders. He jumped up from the chair, whirling to face Draco and Harry. They looked back at him in confusion. The music continued, oblivious to the changing moods in the room.
Some of them want to be abused.
The drumbeat broke through, and the music got louder, angrier. Something seemed to snap inside Snape, and he loosened up. Grabbing his wand, he ended the spell, creating a sudden silence into which his whispered words dropped.
"I am no abuser." He turned away from Draco and Harry, facing the wall. "I do not use people. Get out. Consider our bargain complete." Harry and Draco exchanged a confused glance, then took the opportunity to leave before Snape changed his mind. They hurried out, stumbling a little in their haste.
Once they reached the dubious safety of the corridor, Draco turned to Harry.
"What do you happened in there?" Harry didn't reply immediately, but kept walking for a few moments.
"Maybe he remembered the part of him that made him go to Dumbledore when he left Voldemort's service."