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'Will you walk into my parlour?'
Only once, Severus thinks, and does not protest as the broad, plump hand slips under his robes—the wine, laced with something stronger, makes it easier. It's a small price to pay for entrance into the Slug Club. Only one time, and the scales will be balanced between them.
He bites his lip as Professor Slughorn begins to suck him off.
A very small price.
And yet, as he gazes bleary-eyed at the glasses and bottle on the shelf...he can't shake the feeling he's been here before.
said the Spider to the Fly.