--
She asked, but were Harry to look up, he would notice Snape was still delivering her lecture, dressed completely normal.
Somehow, something was messing with his brain and making him see and feel a vivid hallucination!
As Harry flipped through the pages of his textbook, something absolutely INSANE happened! One second he was reading through the page as Snape delivered a lecture on Werewolves, and the next, something wet was invading his ear, something warm pressing into his back.
--
Potter shamefully returned back to his desk, feeling like he somehow had lost the battle AND the war in one swoop. Taking his seat, he finally opened his textbook to the exact page she had been requesting.
All he could do was quietly sigh and mumble to himself.
--
A glance would reveal it was Professor Snape! Wearing nothing but a black bra and panties with stockings and garters. She was bent completely over as her back arched and her tits spilled over, almost breaking through the bra that held them back.
"Paying attention, Potter?"
—
The black glossed lips of the Slytherin head ventured so close to Harry it risked leaving marks upon his skin, and she whispered quietly, "You were wondering who could possibly be thinking of you at this hour. But you are only allowed to focus on me at this time."
“I— Then.. What was I thinking about?”
Harry questioned her, a mixture of his usual attitude and some genuine curiosity. He was taken aback by the professor's assertive approach, eyes so wide that it looked like they could pop right out at any moment.
Whatever flame there was to protest against Snape was almost immediately snuffed out. Potter felt like he was shrinking into himself with how his eyes darted straight towards the floor out of reflex when their eyes locked.
“... Yes, Professor. I'll be here on time.”
Snape suddenly closed the distance between herself and Harry, clenching his face with her fingers and pulling his back into her warm front. Her words coming in hushed whispers.
"You think I cannot tell what is on your mind at all times, Potter? Your thoughts are mine......"
"Then I suppose you'll have to show some genuine improvement, and perhaps I will consider reducing your sentence but until then — these walls might as well be your new common room."
Snape remarked behind gritted teeth, locking eyes with Harry fiercely. Daring him to protest.
“But Professor Snape, that's one of your most extreme punishments yet!”
Harry tried to soften his tone as much as possible while arguing his case, walking over to her desk as if there was any chance that his protests would manage to squeeze out a change in sentence.
"Causing a scene now, Potter?"
Snape stood up, depriving the young student of her warmth as she finally began to pace back to her desk.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. And I'll see you after hours for your extended lessons."
“Extra study sessions for the rest of the semester!?”
Harry sat up straight from his more hunched position, accidentally pushing his back further against the Professor's breasts.. as if they weren't close enough already.
“B-But that'll take up a lot of my time, Professor.. !”
"Placing the blame elsewhere will not absolve you of your failings, Mr. Potter. Though, I suppose it is the duty of a teacher to aid in a student's growing... development, and that is why I am assigning you to extra study sessions in my classroom for the rest of the semester."
Harry felt like he's being played like a fiddle with every passing second, with this direct attack on his psyche being Snape's payback for all the trouble he's caused. 💧
“It's not for a lack of trying, Professor...! You're just making it really difficult...”
"You DO remember we're talking about why you can never seem to listen, Mr. Potter?"
Snape asked in a hushed whisper, every word coming out a hot breath against the boy's ear.
"It seems even when I'm right next to you, my words fall on deaf ears..."
“𝘐𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.”
Harry slurred his words slightly, practically try to rush out a answer as fast possible before his train of thought got derailed. Why was she messing with him like so? As if Malfoy wasn't enough...
“Uh.. Is it because I'm like my father?-”
"Oh, you don't, do you...?" Snape's voice continued dipping lower and lower, forcing Harry to concentrate harder and harder just to hear whatever she was saying whilst her hand slid up his cheek...
"... 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟.ᐣ"
It felt like the room got several times hotter when he felt that soft weight laid onto his back, the student struggling to get his thoughts together with the slight change in tone that Snape has decided to use.
“ I— Er.. I don't really have an answer for you, P-Professor. ” 💧