Degenerate
Severus barely held back his smug smirk after realising he was the first person after the Lestrange twins to get the spell that Tom had invented right.
He had even gotten it before Bellatrix.
The spell was difficult and extremely hard to pronounce—a mixture of Latin and Russian that took from a number of different offensive spells. Its main purpose was to act as a dark shielding spell; it would block even the darkest spells.
It took a lot of mental strength to be able to hold it up, as it took a lot of energy from you. So far, Severus had managed to hold it for almost fifteen seconds, Tom had been able to hold it for almost two minutes.
"Okay, pair up. One try to hold the charm, and the other try to curse them." Tom looked towards Bellatrix with an almost fond look. "Nothing too dark; we don't want to have to bring anyone to the infirmary wing again."
About three weeks ago, they had been practising mock duels, and when Yaxley had almost overwhelmed Bellatrix, she had cursed him and cut off half of his right leg. He had been bleeding out worryingly fast, which meant they had to bring him to the hospital wing.
They had been able to grow his leg back, but because it was dark magic, it had left him with a permanent, nasty deep cut on his leg. Dippet and Dumbledore had been furious; they had attempted to get to the bottom of it, questioning Yaxley and other Slytherins, but everyone had kept tight-lipped.
Yaxley had swore up and down that he had been attempting to create his own spell but had accidentally messed it up and cursed himself. It was obviously not true, but they couldn't exactly prove he was lying either, so they let it go. However, Dumbledore had been keeping a much closer eye on Slytherins after the event.
It was obvious that he suspected Tom; he always seemed to suspect Tom. He was usually right in all fairness, but this time it wasn't him, and Severus concluded that if it was anyone else but Bellatrix, then Tom would have punished them.
But Rodolphus and Bellatrix always got special treatment from Tom; he obviously somewhat respected them, and they were probably the only people Tom trusted other than Harry.
Tom had a reputation to uphold; he was a prefect who teachers and students alike all loved and adored. He couldn't be seen doing bad things.
They usually practised their dark magic and training in one of the rooms Tom discovered back in third year. The room was down in the Slytherins dungeons, impossible to open with two large bronze snake statues at the front. Of course, Tom was able to communicate with them and got them to let him enter.
It had been stocked with dark books and artefacts, supplied by previous Slytherin heirs who had once graced the halls of Hogwarts.
Severus turned towards Evan Rosier, his somewhat friend and the person he usually partnered up with. However, when Evan glanced wryly behind Severus and turned towards Lucius instead, Severus frowned and turned around.
Rodolphus was looming menacingly behind him, his eyes hostile as he scowled at Rosier’s back.
"What's your problem?" Severus demanded, keeping his tone low.
"I don't like him," Rodolphus barked, not bothering to keep his tone low and thus having everyone glance over.
Severus felt himself redden at the attention.
"The feelings mutual, Lestrange," Rosier sneered back, sending him a scathing glare.
"Rodolphus, control yourself," Tom snapped when Rodolphus reached for his wand.
Rodolphus glared at Rosier but lowered his arm. "You can work with me; I'll practise the shield, and you can try and curse me."
Severus sighed in dismay, "Fine."
Surprisingly, the session had gone well, and Severus was genuinely shocked to see that Rodolphus was a decent teacher. He was patient with an intriguing way of demonstrating and explaining things. He had even made Severus almost laugh on a few occasions.
"You wanna practise some more?" Rodolphus asked, once the group began to disperse.
Severus frowned, thoughtful. Rodolphus was incredibly magically gifted; he had frighteningly strong control over dark magic, especially. It would be good to learn from him, and he had proved himself to be a somewhat adequate teacher.
Ideally, Severus would love to have some one-on-one sessions with Tom. He made Leatrange's control look like child's play. Tom was magic. His whole being crackled with magic.
But there was something just so distant and other about Tom. Severus couldn't imagine spending any type of alone time or one-on-one with the boy; the idea made him feel nervous. Severus could never tell what he was thinking, and there was something chilling about him too.
Severus was realist; he wasn't a fanatic or easily manipulated. He was sceptical and pessimistic, but he knew Tom was different; he knew he would each reach great heights. Severus truly believed the group they were forming would become world-famous, for better or for worse, they would change this country forever.
Tobias had drummed into Severus's head since he was a boy that he was worthless and would amount to nothing. He would beat the shit out of him, snarling how ugly, useless, and wretched he was.
Severus hated him with a burning passion. Once Severus turned seventeen in a few months and his wand became untraceable, he would deal with his father, and it wouldn't be quick. He would torture him slowly and painfully until he felt a fraction of the fear Severus had felt every second he was home.
Severus's power had increased since joining their group, his magical control expanding. He had created a number of complex spells, and he knew his talent for potion was unmatched.
He would become something.
The name Severus Snape would mean something.
He would prove his father wrong.
Prove Sirius and James wrong.
"Okay, sure," Seveus gave him his sternest look. "As long as you behave."
Rodolphus gave him a wolfish grin, suddenly uncomfortably close to Severus.
Good grief, he was huge, and his white shirt stretched across his muscular form, making him look even more hulking than usual as his robe was discarded on one of the tables.
His thick brown hair was tousled, his amber eyes sparking mischievously and framed by his naturally long eyelashes.
Severus swallowed but refused to take a step back, refusing to be intimidated.
He wouldn't give him the satisfaction, no matter how hard his heart was thumping in his chest.
"I like when you glare at me like that, your eyes stony and blazing with anger," Rodolphus murmured, his tone dropping an octave.
"There's something wrong with you; you're ridiculous," Severus snapped, looking away from him as he felt himself flush.
"I can't help it," Rodolphus smirked. "The heart wants what it wants."
"Don't insult me, I-"
"I'm not fucking insulting you, Severus! I told you how I feel; I've been very clear with what I think about you. What I want for us." Rodolphus's hand softly cupped Severus's face, his eyes intense. "I want you."
It didn't make any sense.
Why would he want Severus?
He could have anyone, and Severus was terrified deep down that this was all one huge prank, and the minute he gave in, he'd be humiliated.
Severus gritted his teeth, tense, refusing to reply or look at him.
"I think you're absolutely brilliant. You're vicious, mean, sarcastic, and ridiculously smart. When I saw you wipe the floor with Avery, blood covered all over your face, I had never been more turned on," Rodolphus continued, grinning.
Severus recoiled at his words, unsure how to feel and also slightly disturbed. How could Rodolphus be turned on by Severus hurting someone? That couldn't be normal.
"You're mental," Severus breathed, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Don't worry, I'm not just turned on by watching you completely eviscerate people. I've got normal fantasies too. I want you to spread yourself open for me so I can taste your tight little ho-"
Taking out his wand quicker than he thought was possible, Severus sent Rodolphus a vicious stinging hex, making him swear and stumble back.
"Keep your filth to yourself or I'll hit you with much worse," Severus hissed out, knowing and hating that his entire body was tomato red.
However, instead of looking the least bit apologetic, Rodolphus let out a predatory grin. "Do it. I think I'd enjoy it."
Sending him one last scathing look, Severus fled the room at a speed that wasn't completely undignified.
Severus was pretty sure Rodolphus Lestrange would be the death of him.
~~~~~~~
"He's a degenerate! I'll never be alone with him again; it's clearly not safe," Severus hissed, pacing up and down.
Harry had been practising quidditch, chasing the snitch for almost an hour. Once he had managed to catch it twice, he had gotten off his broom and walked down the stands where Severus was waiting for him.
Severus never usually watched his practices as he hated the game, always complaining how pointless and boring they were.
Severus looked completely frazzled, his eyes wide, his second-hand robe rumpled, and his cheeks a rosy red. Harry had never seen him look less than put together before; it was rare he ever showed so much emotion, so whatever Rodolphus had done had obviously caused him to panic.
"You don't feel safe? Did he do something to you against your will?" Harry asked, quiet and tense.
If he did, then Harry would march down to the Slytherin dungeons himself and curse Lestrange until he was unrecognisable. Harry didn't care how crazy or powerful he was. Harry would never allow anyone to hurt Severus. Besides, Tom would never allow to hurt him in turn; Tom would eviscerate Rodolphus if he even drew his wand at Harry.
Severus's cheeks red and further, making Harry raise a brow. "It wasn't what he did; it was what he said."
"Well, what did he say?"
"That he was turned on when I was bleeding!"
"You were bleeding? When?"
"When I duelled Avery."
"Wait, when did you duel Avery?!"
Severus and Tom were all so tight-lipped about what went on in their little Slytherin group, it was almost impossible for Harry to understand the dynamics and what was happening. Tom was obviously their somewhat leader, always so pompous and arrogant, but Harry didn't know what he was leading them for.
As well as that, he assumed they were all friends, so he didn't understand why Severus would be duelling Avery. Not that Harry minded. Avery was a git who would gladly look down at Harry when Tom wasn't around. Harry knew that a lot of Tom's friends don't understand why Tom was so close to Harry. They didn't understand what was so special about Harry to keep Tom's attention; they didn't understand why Tom treasured Harry so much.
Tom and Harry had grown up in the orphanage together; only they knew the struggle and suffering that they had to go through. They had shared a bed, cuddling together in the hardest winter, whispering to each other, and praying for a better life. Then, when Dumbledore had shown up and told him that they were all wizards, their lives had changed forever.
They had taken a blood test at Gringotts, where Harry had found out that he was related to the Potters, his muggle mother having an affair with Fleamont Potter and killing herself after he ended it once Harry had been born. Harry had been sent to live with his relatives who had abused him before going to the orphanage at eight years old.
Tom had found out that he was the heir to Salazar Slytherin and part of the Gaunt family. Tom had researched all about his lineage for weeks and had been disappointed to find out that the Gaunt family had fallen into destitute, allegedly poor, and mad. But despite that, Tom had wisely changed his last name to Gaunt instead of Riddle once reading about their prejudice in the Slytherin house, which year was the time to get sorted today.
All the Slytherins looked up to Tom, seeing him as someone who was charismatic and incredibly powerful. But they didn't know the real him the way Harry did, and he would never feel comfortable enough showing his real self around them. The only person Tom could truly be himself around was Harry; their bond and relationship were unbreakable.
"Because he's a spineless prat who thinks he can talk down to those who are clearly above his station, but that's not the point," Severus gripped Harry's arm. "He said he wanted me to spread myself open a-and taste my hole!"
Harry's jaw dropped, his own face bright red.
"He said what?" Harry squeaked, "Surely, he can't actually mean that. I mean, why would he want that? Isn't that, um, dirty? Does it have a taste?"
Severus glared at him, but he didn't exactly look intimidating when his face was bright red and his eyes shone with embarrassment. "I don't know, obviously! That's why I said he's a degenerate; who thinks of stuff like that?"
"Would you let him?" Harry asked after a pause, refusing to meet Severus's eye, "I've heard some of the boys talking about doing it with the girls, and apparently it's good. But obviously it's with their erm, vaginas."
"Truly?"
Harry nodded, biting his lip.
"I heard Sirius talk about it too, and he had actually done it with a boy from Ravenclaw. I heard him talking to James about it when they thought we were all asleep, but I thought he was just being an idiot, messing about. I didn't think people actually did it," Harry confessed.
"It's embarrassing and demeaning; of course Black would be into something so unseemly," Severus spat, always annoyed once Sirius's name was mentioned.
"I suppose, but he described it as good, he said Riley, the Ravenclaw boy, tasted amazing, and he apparently had him sit on his face!"
"Alright, that's enough. I can't hear anymore about this subject."
"Well, if you're dating Rodolphus-"
"-I'm not dating him!" Severus hastily interrupted.
However, before Harry could reply, Severus glanced behind him before letting Harry's arm go and taking a step back.
"Your boyfriend is coming, that's my cue to go," Severus sneered without any real bite before spinning around and leaving, his robes bellowing behind him.
Harry had no idea how he got his robes to move like that. He had to admit, it was kind of cool.
Harry turned around to see Tom, looking as perfect as ever, walking up to him. He was used to people teasing him (because they would never dare to tease Tom) and calling him his boyfriend even though they weren't.
Although Harry had recently discovered that he was attracted to Tom and did have a crush on him, he hasn't dared to bring it up. He was terrified of rejection and that it would ruin their friendship. Tom despised love and emotions, often sneering about them and calling them pathetic when people displayed them. So there was no point in Harry talking to him.
"Come, I'm tired and want to sleep. We're going to bed," Tom said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Hi Harry, how are you, Harry? What happened to greeting people?" Harry asked, amused but allowing Tom to wrap his hand around his wrist and pull him.
Harry was used to Tom and his demanding ways; he had been like that since he was a kid.
Even as they grew older and managed to get two beds in their room in the orphanage, they still shared a bed. They were used to it, and it helped them both sleep. It was why at least twice a week they would sneak to the Room of Requirement and share a bed in there to help them sleep.
"How are you, Harry? How was your day?" Tom mocked as they got to the Room of Requirement and got into bed.
Harry grinned. "I'm fine, thank you; my day was great."
Tom hummed, pulling Harry close and turning him over so they were face to face. Tom's marble-blue eyes bore into Harry as he spread his hand possessively across Harry's neck.
"What were you and Severus talking about?"
Harry let out a groan, bright red.
"I can't say, I'll die of embarrassment," Harry muttered, hiding his face in Tom's neck.
"Let me look then," Tom gently pushed Harry back, softly grabbing his face before looking in his eyes.
Tom has been born a natural Legilimens. He always knew when people were lying to him, but as he practised and honed in on his skills as he got older, he was able to infiltrate people's minds.
Harry allowed his conversation with Severus to be pushed forward, allowing Tom to see it.
Harry was pretty sure this was the most embarrassing moment of his life.
~~~~~~~
That night, as Severus tried to go to sleep, he couldn't help but replay Rodolphus's words in his mind.
He didn't understand how he could say such filth and so casually!
Why would he even want to do such a thing?
Surely, it couldn't be nice? Why would he want to do that to Severus.
However, the more he thought about it, the more flustered he got until he felt his traitorous cock harden. He tried to ignore it, but then his mind started displaying images of Rodolphus's big hands gently laying him down.
He imagined him turning Severus over, his handsome face flushed with desire, and instead of being repulsed by Severus and his body, he was turned on. He liked it.
He imagined Rodolphus squeezing his arse, gently pulling his cheeks open until he could see his hole. He imagined him softly kissing his hole, his beard rough.
Severus groaned, embarrassed, as he turned over and began humping his sheets, still refusing to touch himself, the more he thought about it.
"Yes, such a good boy, Severus. That's it, hump your cock on your sheets like a desperate little thing because you need it badly, don't you?"
"Oh!" Severus gasped, his cock spilling as he imagined Rodolphus's voice in his head.
Severus sat up, his face aflame and his hands shaky.
He was screwed.
Completely and utterly screwed.