Pairing: Severus/Neville.

Rating: NC-17.

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. Characters owned by J.K. Rowling.

Summary: Knockturn Alley, Alcohol optional. Isiscolo's challenge. Drabble.

The shadows flatter him. They make his round cheeks and wide eyes seem like those of a cherub, desecrated by life and circumstances, defiled by the people now leering at him. He takes their taunting in stride, he knows how to curb his hips in a manner that needs no verbal offer.

When Snape finds him, the boy is even capable of masking his fear. His small hands curl into the man's robes, tugging him forward, and his sulky voice is like music to the Potions master's ears. He has yearned to see him this way. Pressed up against a dirty wall, his thighs parting willingly, his swollen lips bruised by countless acts before this one forming obscenities meant to entice.

Snape presses him against the wall. "Business or pleasure, Mr Longbottom?" he whispers in the boy's ear. The name uttered aloud causes a flinch on those delicate features. Snape leers.

"I'll never be better than this, Professor," the boy gasps with just the right measure of breath, tempting and hollow. "I earn my gran's bread and water in the best way I've learned how."

"But do you enjoy it, Longbottom? Do you enjoy screaming for the dregs of the Wizarding World? Spread and voluptuous and begging for more because you know it will mean more Galleons?"

He is silent at this, tormented and tortured and utterly beautiful. The 'yes' flitters across Snape's ear and he smirks.

"You'll do just fine, Mr Longbottom. Some Wizards who use this path don't all turn up like the people whose cocks you suck, whose hands defile you so prettily. Perhaps one day, your hands will have the chance to do the same on some pretty young thing you hate." Snape hisses and crushes his hips against Neville's, eliciting a voluptuous moan that is not altogether feigned. "In the interim, Mr Longbottom, I will make you scream for all the years you've made my life a living nightmare."