Snivellus and the Great Prank

by Jackaloop

Summary:

Day 9! Breeding, Tentacles, Free Use! The Wheel has awarded us the Marauders fic of someone's dreams.

“James?”
He put his book down, folded it over a bookmark that was really just a piece of parchment torn off of the Prefect’s homework that Sirius had chewed up. Remus was watching him with suspicious and almost loathing eyes. Which was new for him; suspicion was an old mutual acquaintance of theirs, but loathing? James had never seen her in Remus’ eyes before, so it took him a moment to recognize the emotion before it could strike him as rather odd.
“Yes, Remus? How can I help you?”
“Do you know why Severus is tied up, naked, on the docks, with the words ‘For Public Use Only’ in golden fire hovering over his head?”
James blinked slowly. He’d never heard those words in that order before.
“I know what each of those words mean individually, Remus, but I haven’t the faintest clue why you’ve strung them all together like that.”
“Because, James,” there was that unfamiliar loathing again, “Severus Snape has been tied up to a post on the docks of the lake with a message that seems to indicate his naked body is for public use.”

Notes:

Seriously Dead Dove I had to take a break from writing it. Also there's chapters because it was too long by far.

Chapter 1: James

“James?” 

He put his book down, folded it over a bookmark that was really just a piece of parchment torn off of the Prefect’s homework that Sirius had chewed up. Remus was watching him with suspicious and almost loathing eyes. Which was new for him; suspicion was an old mutual acquaintance of theirs, but loathing? James had never seen her in Remus’ eyes before, so it took him a moment to recognize the emotion before it could strike him as rather odd. 

“Yes, Remus? How can I help you?” 

“Do you know why Severus is tied up, naked, on the docks, with the words ‘For Public Use Only’ in golden fire hovering over his head?” 

James blinked slowly. He’d never heard those words in that order before. He’d never thought he’d have to imagine Severus Snape in that position before. He didn’t, in fact, like to imagine Severus Snapes’ oily twig body in that position, at all . 

“I know what each of those words mean individually, Remus, but I haven’t the faintest clue why you’ve strung them all together like that.” 

Sirius, who had been greatly enjoying his after dinner snack of Transfiguration essay from the Prefect who docked him five points for his tie not being straight (and the subsequent “I can’t help it, mate, I’m not straight” didn’t help either), sat up so quickly that his suddenly human head hit James’ elbow which had been attached to the outstretched hand petting him when he was a dog moments before. 

“Snivellus is what? ” Sirius said. 

Luckily, Remus was quicker on the draw than Sirius or James had ever been (no one included Peter in the race), and had Sirius by the back of his robe before he could take off down the corridors and before James knew that Sirius was sprinting.  

“Because, James,” there was that unfamiliar loathing again, “Severus Snape has been tied up to a post on the docks of the lake with a message that seems to indicate his naked body is for public use.” 

“And you’ve come here to ask me about it because…” James led. 

Remus raised an eyebrow. Sirius cackled and tried to squirm out of his robes. Peter looked up wide eyed from his Transfiguration homework (which really meant Potter’s Transfiguration homework that Peter was doing for him ) and stared. 

“ No , Remus, you don’t think… Moony, c’mon!” James protested, ignoring that based on Remus’ gravity defying eyebrow and Sirius’ cackling that both of them very much did think, “I’m not that cruel! String him up by his ankles, sure. Pants him, sure. Stuff an apple in his mouth and have him tied up, fully clothed mind, on the table for Christmas, sure . But there’s things in that lake. And I’d rather not see Snivellus naked ever for a day in my life.” 

He sounded horrified. He was horrified. Severus naked haunted his nightmares. Severus making those eyes at Lily primarily. Lily making those eyes back at Severus led to him waking screaming and hunting down Snivellus to punch. The pompous brat never thought about doing a thing when James raised his fist, so ready to fight with wands he’d forgotten with alarming regularity how much being punched hurt. Some wizards, honestly. 

Sirius was cackling harder now, and it was his cackling and near hyperventilation that primarily prevented his escape. James thought he’d maybe been hit with a charm or hex to make him that useless. Then he thought of how he might have done it. And then he remembered Snivellus was tied up naked at the docks. 

Remus’ eyebrow had gone back down into a furrow instead of an arch that made him rather almost look like a shocked owl. He ran a hand through his hair, glared at Sirius, and nudged his boyfriend with his foot. 

“Remus, I swear , it’s not me. I’ve been in here since practice and before that I was with you at dinner! Sirius was with me the whole time and Peter caught up after practice! You can trust Peter at least,” James made a cross over his heart. 

Peter nodded fervently, always more like a scared rat than a man, but Remus didn’t even look at him. Just sighed and dropped Sirius who dissolved into a puddle of laughter. 

“We better go rescue him before anyone else finds him, then,” Remus huffed. 

And that made James think. 

“Remus…” And he watched Remus follow his line of thinking and blush. “Why do you know where Snivellus is… and why didn’t you rescue him before you came here?” 

Remus kicked at Sirius who was really hyperventilating now, wheezing through his laughter, and stuffed his hands in his pockets under his robes. 

“Saw him on the map and decided to see what he was up to…Thought if you did it and I got caught near it that it’d be bad. And if you did it I wanted to make you fix it. But since you didn’t…” 

He always blushed nose first. James thought it was endearing. He thwacked Sirius hard on the back and the man coughed and took a ragged breath. 

“Pull yourself together Padfoot, we got a Snivellus to save,” James cheered. 

Chapter 2: Severus

Severus Snape had been having a very bad day. Potter had once again gotten the better of him in front of Lily Evans. He had also gotten a better score on a Potions exam, simply because Slughorn liked him more, which was extremely unfair. With the inglorious day of classes, Snape had glowered over his dinner, where presumably someone had slipped a sleeping draught into his pumpkin cider. When he’d woken, he was stark naked and cold. The spray of the lake water where it splashed on the docks was overly cold, he thought, even for November. He was without robes, without wand, and tied with his wrists behind a post on the docks. His feet were free, which would have been useful had he been a primate of some pedal dexterity. But he was not. And he would only have been able to make use of the dexterity if he had his bloody wand . But he did not.  

He was also disconcerted to discover that a rank smelling concoction had been smeared on his chest, someone had conjured words of golden fire over his head declaring him for public use, and that presumably the same someone had gagged him. 

He cursed Potter and his entire lineage in his mind. 

Who else could it have been? Even if it was Black, it was under Potter’s orders or for Potter’s amusement. 

He struggled against his bonds and tried to flick magic into his fingertips, but even wandless magic needed a voice to cast it. And voiceless magic needed a wand. Potter had rendered him truly helpless and the knowledge burned him. He blushed from his neck until his entire body was scarlet and tried to scream around the gag in his mouth. 

And then he heard the first giggle. Severus snapped his head to try and see the giggler, but only accomplished tweaking a muscle or nerve in his neck. 

“The almighty Snape has been brought low, then,” cajoled a voice - not Potter’s - with a snicker. 

Severus attempted to curse. To yell. To swear vengeance on his voyeur. All he accomplished was drooling spittle from under the ball shoved between his teeth. 

“Oh, poor little Snivellus,” chimed another voice. 

He hated that Potter’s little nickname had caught on. 

He slammed his back against the post, hoping beyond hope that having been here on the water logged docks for so long would make the wood easy to shatter. No such luck, he only bruised himself and sent ripples out in the lake. 

“You smell foul, Snivellus,” mocked the first voice. Closer this time. 

They were getting brave. 

And he was getting hard. 

It was shameful, his growing erection at being witnessed at his most vulnerable and embarrassed combined with the fear and anticipation of what the words over his head promised was coming. His mind flashed to the feverish fantasies that kept him up at night, of Lily holding him down while her precious Marauders used him. She’d praise him for being a toy, scold Potter for not sharing all these years. 

And then hands touched him. Someone was standing behind the post he was attached to and their hands were on his shoulders. Sliding down his arms. Tugging on the harsh rope wrapped around his wrists. No doubt checking he couldn’t escape. Or retaliate. 

The tug on his wrists became harsher, the slightly frayed rope digging in to his skin, twine splinters fragmenting into him. He cried out around the gag, another line of drool caressing down his chin. 

“Damn, Snivellus, someone really wanted you tortured, didn’t they?” The hands dug nails into his shoulders and clawed down. He felt his skin tear under the pressure and let out a shriek. 

“Naked too; I wonder what kind of public use they intended, eh?” 

A slap echoed around the name that the second speaker had been beginning to form. Something with a B. There were too many names to narrow it down. Too many in Slytherin alone. Then the nails that had gouged his shoulders were digging into the undercurve of his ass. 

“They didn’t think of everything though, you really should be blindfolded. Can’t have you turning around and ratting on us, can we, Snivellus?” 

He had a moment to protest, as much as he could, before the sharp slide of a tie from inside the starched collar of a uniformed shirt sounded behind him. And then a blur of green and silver and black stripes folded over his eyes. The knot was aggressive and too tight, his hair tangled in it. And when his attacker was done tying it he buried both hands in Snape’s hair and pulled hard backwards. Snape’s head snapped into the wooden pole and he moaned with the pleasure of the agony. 

“Bloody hell, Snivellus, you like it rough,” the second voice, not the one who had blindfolded him and currently had one hand pulling his hair from his scalp and the other sliding over his chest, jeered. 

Another voice, a third voice he hadn’t heard yet, sounded with a barking laugh. One he recognized. One that had no reason to be at the school. 

Lucius. 

He’d thought about that silvery blond hair for years, his first crush beyond Lily Evans, and the thought of him seeing Severus like this? Severus groaned and struggled again. 

“Now, Severus, you’re already here, aren’t you?” Lucius hissed in his ear. Severus hadn’t noticed the heat of the man approaching. Possibly because Lucius Malfoy was devoid of heat wherever he went. “There’s no point in struggling against it.” 

Lucius’ hand joined the other one scraping across Snape’s chest. The first hand clawed, nails tugging at his nipple and breaking lines of flesh. Lucius’ hand was groping, his thumb massaging, his palm squeezing. He cupped the underside of Snape’s ribs, squeezed the small amount of fat over his chest, pinched his side. 

“You know what’s smeared on you, don’t you Severus?” Lucius hissed. 

The second voice’s hands were joining them now. One hooked under Snape’s right thigh and lifted it, spreading him wider than he thought he could survive. He’d never been flexible. The hand that wasn’t holding his leg out and open explored his crack, spreading and stretching it. Severus felt his hole clench, felt his cock throb. 

“He likes that!” Mocked the first voice. “Spread him farther.” 

The second complied with the order, spreading Snape’s legs and ass until he was whimpering with the pain of the stretch. 

“Here, use this,” Lucius’s hand grabbed the one stretching Severus’ ass and wiped it along the thick muck on his stomach and chest until it was thoroughly coated. “It’s Kraken attractant, Severus. It’s the thing they used to lure Krakens to shore. Some people think it’s an aphrodisiac. Some think it’s only an aphrodisiac for the beasts themselves.” 

Snape moaned around his gag as the thickly coated fingers pressed against his hole. One slid inside and he shook. The first voice had stopped clawing at him and was now sucking hickeys into his neck and holding him by the throat against the post. Lucius was still groping him, still squeezing his impossibly thin ribs between fingers and flicking over his nipples. The hand holding him spread open had dug nails in and Snape felt the blood dripping from the crescent moon marks. 

“It’s cum and fat and arousal fluid and the lubricant their tentacles are coated in mixed with a few herbs. It’s rather a forbidden potion. Isn’t that exciting, Severus? To be so thoroughly coated by a forbidden potion? To have that potion fucked into you?” 

“What the fuck,” a voice from the far end of the dock whispered. 

More people were there to witness his embarrassment, his abuse. It never occurred to him to hope that they were going to save him. No one ever came to save poor Severus Snape. A chill ran over his back as the lake splashed up with a particularly vehement wave. Footsteps approached. 

“Bloody hell, Severus, you alright there?” 

Chapter 3: James

They should have looked at the map before they got to the dock. They really should have looked at the map. They would have known that Severus was tied to the dock, exactly where Remus had left him. And that he was joined by two Slytherin classmates, and one Alumni. Lucius Malfoy was regal and stuck up and needed his face punched in from an objective standpoint. Barty Crouch Jr was shirtless and his tie was bound around Snape’s eyes while he sucked on Snape’s neck like a vampire. Another Slytherin that hung out with the Pureblood crowd was… James thought he was going to be sick. 

They heard Lucius’ speech about Kraken attractant. That smell alone made James gag. Knowledge of what it was made it worse. Watching someone finger fuck it into Severus’ ass made it the worst thing ever. But fucking hormones didn’t care about how disgusted he was. 

“Bloody hell, Severus, you alright there?” He couldn’t stop himself. 

He didn’t know what he’d do if Severus had asked him for help. Didn’t know that he could beat three wizards in a fist fight when they had their wands. Knew he couldn’t beat Lucius Malfoy in a duel. Maybe Remus could. Sirius was staring slack jawed and wide eyed. 

“Shut your fucking mouth,” James had been about to say Sirius’ name and then realized. There was a chance. A chance that Severus didn’t know they were here. A chance he wouldn’t report them all. But only if they didn’t mention any names. “Pad.” 

Sirius blinked at the nickname, attention switching so hard to James that he almost thought Sirius’ neck would snap. 

“Names,” hissed Peter. 

It wasn’t often that Peter picked up on the subtle queues before Remus or Sirius, but he did. And Remus nodded thoughtfully. Sirius snapped his jaw shut. And then a mischievous glint coursed through their eyes. 

“If you’re not here to join in,” prompted the Slytherin who wasn’t important enough to have a name, “then get lost.” 

James eyed Sirius. Sirius eyed Remus. Remus eyed James. Peter started forward. They all looked at the much smaller man. 

“Fuckin… Wormy?” James blinked. 

Wormtail shrugged back at him and kept forward. He looked up to Lucius who had that slimy fucking smirk of a grin, the one that looked like an evil cartoon character twirling a mustache despite his cleanshaven face. Lucius nodded at Peter, gestured with a hand for Peter to step in. 

“I… if he’s not ok, we have to check right?” Asked James in a hushed tone. 

“He’s gagged, how will we even check that? We should get a professor,” the voice of reason responded. 

“Fuck that, you think Snivellus couldn’t get out of this if he wanted? He’s here because he fucking likes it. Look at that blush. And he’s moaning like a bitch in heat while they use him. I say leave if you don’t want a piece,” Sirius licked his lips. “I’ve never thought Snivellus could be an enticing option, but if he’s up for grabs… might as well sink my teeth in.” 

Remus flinched at the visual. Sirius’ eyes widened the moment he knew he’d made a mistake. He opened his mouth, reached for Remus, shut his mouth again and stepped back. 

“He’s really quite enjoying himself, I assure you,” Lucius’ fucking voice grated on Jame’s nerves like a serrated blade. “But if you try to leave, I will have to stop you.” 

James went over the math. And at the end realized that the throbbing between his legs wasn’t going to go away if he had to sit there and listen to Snivellus whine like that. The slick thrust of fingers in his ass was doing unmentionable things to the hormones coursing through James’ body. And he knew he couldn’t beat Lucius in a duel. Crouch would give him a run for his money even. He might die if they decided to turn on him together, and Peter had already made his choice. 

He nodded at Sirius. 

“Moon,” Sirius whined like a scolded dog. 

Moony put his knuckles to the bridge of his nose. Took a deep breath. And then nodded without looking up. 

“If he makes any move that seems like he isn’t enjoying it, you put a stop to it… we’ll put a stop to it,” Remus corrected himself. 

“You’ll join then?” Lucius posed the question. 

Sirius didn’t answer, only walked forward with his fists in his pockets. He wasn’t even wearing his robes, just the shirt and jeans. His tie was untied around his neck. Remus held back, but didn’t stop him. He also didn’t stop looking so nervous. James followed his partner. 

Sirius shouldered Lucius out of the way. Lucius who only smirked and stood off to the side. Lucius who pulled his cock out of his robes and stroked it with the slick from the Kraken attractant. He got hard fast enough that James had no doubt that it was a real aphrodisiac. 

True to his word, Sirius sunk his teeth into Snape’s collar bone. He was going hard for him, drawing blood with his canines as Snape cried through the ball gag in between his teeth. The gag had a plug, something that could be removed so someone could fuck the open O in his mouth if they only bent him to the right angle. James held open his hand and felt someone, not Sirius, put a wand in it. He looked and found Peter’s in his hand. Peter meanwhile was on his knees, furiously sucking on Snape’s balls while he stroked himself raw. 

It was so pathetic James had to force himself not to laugh. Not to think about the times he’d found Peter doing the same thing to a dildo and moaning Jame’s name. James rolled the handle of the wand in the stream of precum and spit leaking from Peter’s chin, pulling the man’s head off Severus’ cock with a wet pop and a cruel whimper so he could collect as much precum as possible. He released Peter’s head and pulled the plug on the gag. Loud moans and ragged gasps came like a speaker suddenly turned on, echoing across the nearly placid lake. James stuck the slick end of the wand through the whole, forcing it over Snape’s tongue. 

“Taste that, Snivellus?” It was hard not to use the degrading nickname, even when he saw the flinch of recognition. Snape would never prove it. “That’s your pathetic taste. That’s how horny you are to be found and abused like this. Bet you like that don’t you, disgusting little pervert.” 

Tears were streaming from under his makeshift blindfold and for all that James hated Snape he gently wiped them away. James hated to see someone, even a fascist like Snivellus, cry. With one hand he thrust the handle of the wand into Snape’s mouth, so deep that he gagged on it, and with the other he stroked Severus’ cheek and used his thumb to wipe away the tears. He wiped the moisture on his pants, forgetting for a moment that everyone could see him. 

Chapter 4: Severus

It was the gentle touch that brought him over the edge. He wanted it to be Lucius cradling his cheek, wiping his tears with a thumb. Wanted to burn the intimate knowledge of who owned the only voice who’d asked him if he was alright quite out of his mind. But the knowledge that James fucking Potter brought his first orgasm was sickening. With wordless screams and gags on the butt of someone’s wand, he burst into the mouth of whoever was ferociously swallowing his cock. He’d dreamed of having someone suck him like that, like their pleasure was derived from swallowing him whole. His only blessing was knowing that it wasn’t Potter - who was standing in front of him - or Black - who was scaring his collar bone with a bite so ferocious he’d thought it was a dog or werewolf for just a moment. 

In the moment between reaching the height of his orgasm and coming down, someone’s cock slid into his ass. 

The attractant must have been an aphrodisiac. Severus had shamefully handled himself often enough that he knew going beyond one orgasm would mean pain. But all that filled him, beside the cock reaching a depth he didn’t know possible, was pleasure. It burned through his veins like a poison. 

“Fuck, he’s constricting around me like a fucking virgin,” the man who was holding up his leg hissed. 

“Well… I mean,” Sirius Black released the canines from his clavicle just to mock him. “We shouldn’t be surprised.” 

The flat hand cracked across the side of his rear, and Snape sobbed from the pain. It didn’t stop the smooth, slow thrusting into him. 

“Here, take this,” the person fucking his ass handed someone else his leg. His stretch deepend. 

Snape felt a rope of hot sticky cum shoot onto his bare leg, matting into his leg hair. Then the mouthful of saliva and Severus’ own cum drooled onto his bare foot. Whoever had been enjoying swallowing his cock spit on him for good measure.  

“Disgusting, Wormy,” Sirius was cruelly laughing. 

So it was one of their group too. Of course it was. Based on the nickname, it had to be Pettigrew. Remus would be Moon, then. His cock was twitching, still hard and wanting. He groaned and thrust into the air in time with the person thrusting into him. 

“What a needy fucking bitch. Bet you want this ass bred, don’t you?” The voice behind him hissed. “We could do that. Could swell your stomach so full of cum that you get good and bred. Bet you’ve got a potion that’d make it viable.” 

He trembled desperately. When a hand gripped his balls he nearly came again. And then it gave a harsh squeeze and he saw black. He screamed so hard he gagged, stars blinking in his eyes and the pumpkin cider rolling in his stomach. 

They were laughing. He couldn’t tell who, couldn’t tell how many, the world was screaming in his ears, but they were laughing. Someone was shouting. Someone got hit, a solid blow against flesh. Someone shouted a curse, the mundane kind, and someone responded with a curse, the magical kind. 

The gag was pulled from his mouth and a hand was rubbing the sore spot on his jaw. He whimpered and lashed out, biting with all his might. 

He was slapped, but his mouth still tasted like blood. 

“Fuckin try to help you-” Potter was cursing. 

“He doesn’t want to be helped,” the person fucking him hadn’t stopped, hadn’t sped or slowed. “He wants to be bred. Isn’t that right, Snivellus.” 

Snivellus whimpered and another sharp crack of a slap came across his ass. 

“Answer him, Snivellus,” Potter’s voice was laced with venom now. Or was it Black? It couldn’t be Lucius.

“Breed me,” he begged. He sobbed. 

Someone whispered a spell and the restraints on his arms fell away. Someone caught him. Smoothed back his hair. 

“Your hair is so fucking nasty, Snivellus,” one of the many voices of his torturers exclaimed. 

“Better wash it, Prongs,” jeered another. 

Then he was being soaked, water coating his hair, soaking through him like someone turned on the shower head. 

“Don’t let him drown,” that was Lucius. 

“I wouldn’t,” the terrible snarl of Potter. 

“I’m so sure,” Lucius’ voice was like oil. 

“You wanna hold his head?” Whipped back Potter, voice all fire. 

Severus half expected an explosion. And he got one, if not the type he exploded. The thrusts in his ass became harsher, more erratic. He heard moaning, heard filthy words falling from the person using him like lashes across his back. He arched his back, opened his mouth in a cry and met a torrent of water. He spluttered and choked as the man thrust into his ass with a final cry. He felt full, so full, and the man behind him let him fall. 

His knees landed hard on the docks and he screamed between coughing up mouthfuls of water. And then someone’s foot was on his back, someone’s heel pressing into his spine. Then a torrent of sticky warm cum on the back of his neck, matting in his wet hair. 

“Looks almost good like this, doesn’t he?” Lucius jeered. No, it couldn’t be Lucius. Must have been Black. Or Potter. 

“Lucius, what the fuck is that?” 

He didn’t hear the response. Only felt something slime its way around his wrist where it clung to someone’s jeans. Felt suckers attach to his skin. Felt something pull him, yanking him across the docks as the wood cracked under his knees and stabbed splinters under his skin. 

Chapter 5: The End

James wasn’t sure that he believed in the kraken in the lake. Not really. Not until the moment it grabbed hold of Snape. Not until Snape’s hold on his jeans and his hold on Snape's shoulders dragged them both into the cold glassy waters of the lake. 

The tentacles weren’t what scared him, not by a long shot. Neither was drowning, he had his wand and Peter’s wand. He conjured a bubble head charm just before he went fully underwater. It was the beak. 

It wasn’t not a kraken. It was probably just a giant squid, as much as the word just was applicable there. But James understood quickly how sailors could call it a kraken. Its tentacles had slithered their way up Jame’s shirt. One was already sheathed in a quickly drowning Severus. Snape had lost his blindfold as they were dragged under and was glaring fiercely at him. 

James couldn't leave him to die though. 

He conjured a bubble for Snape and floated Pettigrew’s wand to him. It never reached Snape’s outstretched hand. A tentacle wrapped around Snape’s torso, holding his arms tight against his side. Two wrapped around his ankles and spread his legs. James wanted to look away. Wanted to fight. But then a tentacle was around his waist, holding his arms tight. His wand fell from his fingertips. He struggled, tried to pull his arms free, but the suction had him. The tentacle dragged him to the squid’s beak. And James squeezed his eyes shut. 

When he thought it was all going to be over, that he was going to die for not leaving Severus to his fate, for not dragging Severus out of there and punching Lucius Malfoy in the face, the beak tore his jeans off. There was a jagged tear in his thigh that bled freely into the water, when James opened his eyes, but he still had his leg. And Snape was staring at what he didn’t have under his pants. 

The tentacles were exploring as well. They found Jame’s hole, his slit, his clit, his ass. They prodded and probed. And fuck it felt too good. He wished he had his wand. Wished he could curse Snape. Wished he could fucking blind the man. But all he could do was scream into his bubble. And then Snape was screaming too. A second tentacle was plunging into Snape. Snape’s hands had been folded so that he could reach his own cock. James thought about the aphrodisiac. Thought about how quickly his head had gone spinny when he’d washed off Snape’s hair. When he’d gotten thrown onto the wood boards of the dock and swallowed a mouthful of the disgusting run off water. 

He was being pumped, being expanded, being horrifically fucked by the beast that lived in the fucking lake. And then light. Blinding light, too bright and too hot, hit the tentacle too damn close to Jame’s bits. He cursed and the tentacles receded so fast he thought they were going to take his organs with him. 

Another beam hit the tentacles wrapped around Snivellus. They ripped from him just as fast. Or maybe not just as fast. There was a moment they seemed to want to drag him with to the depths, just before another blast of light hit. That one did hit the human attached to its target and Snivellus shrieked as the water around his leg boiled. 

Arms were around him, hoisting him up. He broke the water’s surface in Remus’ arms. 

“Brilliant, James. The bubble,” Remus was spluttering. 

“Learned from the best,” James coughed as the bubble fell away. “Wand’s at the bottom of the lake.” 

“We’ll get it,” his friend replied. He hoisted James onto the dock. A moment later Sirius appeared with Snivellus. 

“Never, fucking, again,” swore Sirius, placing a booted kick to Snape’s midsection. 

Snape curled around himself, sobbing and spluttering. His bubble had faded before they gotten out of the water. 

“Told you I wouldn’t let him drown,” groaned James as he stood. Sirius tied his shirt around Jame’s waist as he stood and Remus shrugged off his robes to drape around him. 

“Well done, Potter,” sneered Lucius. “You’ve saved the day.” 

“Ruder than I think I deserve, but have it your way, Malfoy.” James shrugged. He was trying not to think of the feeling of tentacles in his stomach. Of the way Snape had given over to them. Of the way he nearly had. 

Fuckin aphrodisiac kraken bait. 

He called for his wand and it came jutting out of the lake. As an afterthought he called for Peter’s too and handed it off. Peter stepped on Snape’s hands as he grabbed it from the edge of the dock and James tried not to wince. 

“We’ll get him back to his dormitory,” Remus was saying. He was still soaked. They were all soaked. Except Lucius fucking Malfoy. 

“Like hell you will,” Barty Crouch Jr looked like he was upset about the punch still. 

“He’s right. They got him out here,” Potter snapped. “Let them get him back.” 

Snape looked up at that. Locked eyes with James. And James looked away. Shame and disgust roiled in his stomach. 

He left. He wanted to hit something. Someone. Lucius Malfoy’s fucking grin. But he walked. Sirius joined him, an arm around his waist. Remus was on Sirius’ other side. Peter scrambled to catch up. 

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‘I thought Peter wasn’t supposed to get them,” Barty turned to look at Lucius. 

His nose was horribly broken. The other boy muttered a spell and it snapped back into place with a crunch and a scream. 

“Remus stuck his nose in. Saw Severus.” 

“Saw us? ” prodded Barty. 

“Just Severus,” Lucius replied cooly. He pulled Snape’s wand from his pocket and handed it over. 

Snape stood shakily and accepted his wand. He summoned his robes and they wrapped around him. He drenched them immediately, but it was better than standing naked and ashamed and covered in suction marks. 

“I really wanted to pin it on the Potter boy,” the younger boy cursed. 

“Shut up,” Snape’s voice creaked. 

The cider had been dosed by Peter Pettigrew, egged on by Barty. It was supposed to circle back on the fucking wonder crew in the end. But that was supposed to be hours after they had finished having their fun. Snape thought he’d have been fucked mercilessly without the shame of being discovered by Potter. Hoped the giant squid would fill some perverse craving in him. He couldn’t forget what he’d seen though. Potter’s face twisted in pleasure with tentacles pumping in and out of every orifice. He’d wanted to cum from watching. He’d probably cum later on his own from remembering. Even now his sore cock thrummed with the memory. 

“Next time we’ll get them properly expelled,” Lucius was assuring. 

“I almost died, Lucius.” And Snape remembered that it was Sirius fucking Black the blood traitor, who pulled him out of the lake while Lucius stayed dry. “I’m going to go to sleep and never think about this again.” 

And they both knew it was a lie. 

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 8 of Kinktober 2024