THIS STORY WILL NOT BE FOR EVERYONE.

IT WILL CONTAIN LEMONS. LIKELY LOTS OF LEMONS IF I CAN CONTINUE TO UPDATE REGULARLY.

HOWEVER, SOME CONTENT WILL NOT BE EVERYONE'S TASTE, I CAN GUARANTEE IT, AND THAT'S OK.

THIS STORY TIES IN TO THE BOOKS/MOVIES OBVIOUSLY BUT DOESN'T FOLLOW IT REGARDING AGE OR CIRCUMSTANCES. SNAPE IS ALIVE AND WELL. HARRY IS ONLY PARTIALLY THROUGH HIS HOGWARTS EDUCATION, BUT IS A CONSENTING ADULT! NO CHILDREN ARE INVOLVED IN THIS, REGARDLESS WHAT YOU READ PAST THIS POINT.

I FIND THAT THE POWER DIFFERENTIAL TO BE AROUSING AND THAT IS THE POINT OF THIS STORY. TO HAVE SOMEONE TOTALLY DOMINATING, CONTROLLING, ETC.

HP&SS

Harry sighed as he realized that it was now time to move to the dungeon to his class with Snape. Harry ran a hand through his unruly hair, and huffed at the thought of facing him and his sneering comments for the entire 90 minutes he was there. He slowed his steps as he started to approach the professor's door, took a breath and steeled his nerves.

Before he could push the door open, he heard the cold voice coming from his right in the shadows. "Waiting until the last moment to get to class once again Mr. Potter. How disappointing. Get in." He placed a hand on the small of Harry's back and pushed him forward with force, the touch caused a shiver up Harry's spine.

"Yes, sir" Harry added the "sir" with a bit of spite in his voice. He stomped off and to sit next to Ron. Ron looked at him with a questioning facial expression, but knew better than to voice anything in front of Snape. Harry kicked the side of his stool to get it out from under the table and plopped himself into the seat.

"Settle in class and get to work. Your instructions," he flicked his wand at the blackboard "are listed on the board and your time" another flick towards the overhead class timer that listed 90 minutes "starts now".

"Problem Potter?" Snape questioned, his voice was low, quiet, but harsh next to Harry's ear. Harry didn't know how he got there so quickly, and jumped out of fright.

"N-no problem," Harry stuttered.

"Then stopped having a tantrum like a baby and get to work," he snapped quickly. "Or I'll give you a reason to tantrum again in my presence."

The rest of the class had their heads down, methodically following the instructions that Snape listed on the board in front of them. Harry could see out of the corner of his eye that they were busy measuring, stirring, smashing, and grounding up items like it said to on the board.

Harry sighed and began his own work. He shook off his nerves and followed the instructions exactly. He was right on note with Hermione. Their work had the exact same shade as each other, a light purple. He completed the 15 minute consistent stirring 3 clockwise, 2 counter clockwise, 3 clockwise, etc.

He and Hermione had a few minutes to talk and add the last dry herbs delicately a piece a time. The instructions said to add flakes bit by bit until your potion turns from purple to white. Harry was keeping an eye across the table while Ron was desperately trying to save the potion in front of him that had turned an ugly color of brown. He cursed, not too quietly, about Snape.

"You're right mate, he's an arse," Harry chimed in.

The voice came close to his left ear, "What was that Potter?"

Harry startled again, dropping the entire herb into his cauldron, turning the potion to a solid black cement that sent waves of smoke that had a stench of coal in the air. Malfoy laughed, Hermione shrieked in surprise.

Harry stood up, almost face to face, and barely choked out the words "I'm sick of you bullying me. I won't take it anymore." He slammed his fists into the tabletop.

"Another tantrum Mr. Potter! That means detention, with me, tonight before the dishes vanish off the tables at dinner," Snape quipped and headed towards his desk. Harry was fuming in anger, and Snape smiled sadistically back at him.

Harry promptly stood up and stomped out of the room without permission from Snape. He left his cauldron, ingredients, and bag behind. He was furious. He couldn't look at Snape's smug face for one more second. He stomped, kicked at the castle wall, and huffed his way to his dorm room, throwing himself into his bed.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Harry said aloud to the empty room. "He always fucks with me, and then I lose my cool and make a fucking fool of myself!" He punched his pillow mercilessly and imagined it was Snape's face Minutes, after minutes passed as he continued to hammer the pillow, curse, and yell in the emptiness. Eventually he fell asleep.

Ron was shaking him awake, "C'mon mate you fell asleep and now barely time to eat and get to Snape's for detention!"

Harry straightened his clothes and made a mad dash to the great hall. The tables were full, people were in conversation as the chatter filled his ears. Ron pulled him to a seat at the Gryffindor table and began to fill both plates with food. "Eat mate, you don't have time to be picky, who knows what Snape has in store for you" Ron grimaced.

Harry grabbed some turkey and a roll and ate it with gusto. He chewed quickly as his mind whirled. He's had detention before with Snape and it was always a different torture every time he went. As he got older, and more detentions over time, Snape's methods were, as Snape called them, unorthodox but effective.

He gulped down pumpkin juice as his mind recalled their multiple encounters. Always a one on one detention. Each one lasting longer than the previous. Once Harry had a full 48 hour weekend in the custody of Snape for blowing up a cauldron on accident. He had to act as maid to the man, staying in his quarters and enduring verbal assault.

As he was in thought, the headmaster mumbled his end of dinner speech, and before he knew it, the dishes vanished from the table. Harry dropped his remaining fork with a clunk on the wooden table. His breathing changed and he began to panic.

He was dreading what could be worse and what could be in store for directly challenging him in the middle of a full class. But he feared worse what would happen now that he realized he was going to be walking into detention late.

He ran as fast as he could down to the dungeon and past the other rooms that didn't appear in use anymore. Of course Snape's had to be one of the last ones at the end of the hall. Harry was panting, hand on his knees catching his breath when he opened the door.

Gasping "I'm… here… I'm so… sorry… sir," Harry tried to settle into a normal breathing pattern. He heard Snape tsk at him, and he came awfully close, hovering over Harry's vulnerable form.

"You're late Potter. So many infractions, so little time. A week Mr Potter, to teach you a lesson. You will miss other classes, you will do exactly as I say," Snape ordered.

Harry was horrified. "A WEEK!? Surely, sir, a week, of missing lessons, that can't be right, that's, that's just not FAIR!"

"This, Mr. Potter is why you're here in the first place. Your juvenile outbursts, whining how bitterly unfair your life is, well it may have escaped your notice Mr. Potter but life isn't fair," Snape taunted.

Harry whispered under his breath "Shut up".

Quicker than he could blink, Snape had sat in a chair, hauled Harry over his lap. No, his KNEE, and was… spanking him.

"This will not be tolerated Mr. Potter, not in front of me. You will do this detention. To be successful, you will do everything I say without argument or face… the consequences," Snape held him down with a force he had never met before. The blows kept coming to his backside in rapid succession. Harry's brain froze at first, but now he began to cry.