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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33958 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Harry got his schedule and smiled at McGonagall. “We'll be there tonight.” He told her.

Her lips pressed together. “You'd better not be; it’s too far into the forest.” She said.

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. “We'll be with Tom.” He assured her.

She sighed. “Very well. Only you two.” She added.

Harry smiled sweetly. “Of course, Professor.” He said.

She gave him a suspicious look as she moved on.

Harry grinned. “Should bring Neville just to spite her.” He snickered.

Hermione laughed. “She'd never forgive you.”

“Probably not.” Harry agreed, looking down at his schedule. He groaned. “Double Dad first thing.” He muttered.

Hermione giggled. “Double Dad?” She asked.

Harry nodded. “Potions. Then we have Tom and Charms. All core classes. Bollocks.” He added.

“Careful, your Dad is coming this way.” She added.

Severus stopped beside him. “Dreamless Sleep today. You and whoever you partner with will be learning the variant without Valerian. Careful who you choose, it is trickier.” He warned.

Harry nodded and Severus left the hall.

Harry turned to Hermione. “Partner with me?”

“And learn a special version of Dreamless Sleep? In what universe would I pass that up?” She shot back with a smile.

Harry returned the grin. “Just making sure.” He said.

*****

Harry and Hermione were setting up their station when Pansy stopped by. “All the seventh-years are angry with you, My Prince.” She whispered. “They aren’t planning anything, but none of them like you right now.”

Harry nodded. “Thanks.” He whispered.

Pansy nodded and moved on.

Hermione frowned. “That’s worrying.” She said.

Harry shrugged. “Not really. It’s kind of the normal state of affairs lately.” He said.

“Hm.” Was all Hermione said as Severus moved to the front of the class.

“Dreamless Sleep is a tricky brew, so I hope you all did your homework over the Summer and looked it over recently. Otherwise, you will fail. In addition, one of you will be brewing a different variation of the brew, as he is allergic to the main ingredient. Do not gauge your progress against Harry's potion; his will progress faster and should be done twenty minutes sooner than the others. If you feel the need to glance at another potion, Mr. Malfoy has learned this one already. He knows what he is doing.” Severus said, flicking his wand at the board and moving back to his desk, passing Harry's table on the way and setting down a different set of instructions.

Harry snickered at Draco's proud look as everyone got up and began to get their things. He glanced over his and Hermione's ingredients and went up to get what he didn’t already have in his bag: rose hips and moondew.

Hermione frowned as Harry came back. “Harry, there are more ingredients than that on here.”

Harry nodded. “The others are in my bag. Dad picked them out, so they're probably better than what's in the cupboard. See? Draco brought his own, too.” He pointed out as he dug into his bag and pulled out the twelve unbreakable vials he'd put in it that morning, guessing his luck would fail him again and land him in Potions first thing. Like it had every year before.

Hermione’s eyes widened. “It helps knowing the Professor so well.” She said.

“And being a Slytherin; Draco told me they get copies of next year's syllabus at the end of the year.” He revealed.

Hermione frowned. “Bias. And blatant favouritism.” She said disapprovingly.

“Yep.” Harry agreed, filling the cauldron halfway with water.

Hermione sighed and settled in to help.

*****

Harry walked into class, saw that half the students were already there, and smirked. He walked up to Tom, grabbed his shirt, pulled him down the few inches separating them, and kissed him deeply.

Tom chuckled as Harry pulled away, looking satisfied. “Staking your claim?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “Sometimes you just have to, to make sure people know you're taken.” He said.

Tom smiled and shook his head. “Don’t do it again. Dumbledore has said no PDA in public places while I work here.”

Harry pouted. “Fine. My point has been made already, anyway.” He said.

Tom just sat behind his desk and waited for the rest of the seats to fill.

Once everyone was in the room and seated, he got up, flicked his wand at the door to close it, and faced the class.

“Books away, desks clear and eyes up here, please.” He spoke, his no-nonsense tone getting everyone’s attention.

He clasped his hands behind his back and began pacing the front of the classroom as he addressed the students. “Now, your education thus far has been spotty, the teachers hit-or-miss, and quite frankly, I'll be astounded if any of you have learned anything. Although, judging by one of your classmates' record so far, things must be going passably well here. He hasn’t died yet, at least.” Tom said with a smile at Harry as the rest of the class tittered.

Harry sent him a rude gesture, and Tom chuckled lowly. “Love you, too.” He said warmly.

Harry smiled.

“Now,” He said, as those that had missed Harry’s earlier display whispered about what he had just said, “There will be no favouritism here, despite the fact that I am dating the star pupil in this class. I am a fair man, and will score you based on your work, no other factors. My name is Thomas Harding. I am Lord Gryffindor as well. I plan to be here as long as possible, and may even survive the supposed ‘curse' said to be on the position, so get used to me.” His blue eyes travelled over each student, serious and assessing. “This year is your fifth. You will be going over everything you have learned thus far, and we will put special emphasis on things that I know will come up on your OWLs. If I have my way—and I intend to—all of you will pass with at least an A. Only those that get an E or better will be allowed into my NEWT class, and trust me, you don’t want to miss that. You will learn a few more things this year, but most of it will be review. On to your first class!” He clapped, and everyone paid close attention. “The Dark Arts are many and varied. They come from the same source, but it is like a hydra. As soon as you have dealt with one head, three more appear to take its place. They are ever-changing, evolving, and each year the Ministry adds more spells and potions to the list of Dark Arts. You will never have an answer to everything. That’s simply not possible. So why am I here?” He paused and looked around.

No one had an answer.

He smiled. “I am here to ensure you have the tools needed to deal with as many of those aforementioned ‘heads' as possible. I hope you never have a need to use what I will teach you in this room, but if you do need it, I hope that what you learn here can save your life. Harrison has natural ability, it seems, and needs little more than a book to learn most of the spells available. Not all of you are so inclined. I am here for you, most of all. I am here to be the help you will need to learn the skills that may make the difference between life and death. If you need the help, come to me. I will make time. You must all understand the importance of this class.” He looked around again.

The students were riveted, and Tom was pleased. He might have had to lie and cheat to get there, but he had what he wanted. He had the attention and fascination of the children. The future generations would be shaped in part by him.

It felt like victory.

*****

Harry collapsed into the armchair with a heartfelt sigh and a wide smile on his face. “He was brilliant!” He declared proudly.

“He was very good.” Hermione agreed.

Neville smiled. “He invited me to come to him anytime I have trouble and he'd answer any questions and give me tips. He says I can improve; I just need better guidance.” He said happily.

Harry nodded. “See? Brilliant!” He said again.

Hermione smothered a laugh.

Harry stood. “I’m going to go see him.” He declared.

Hermione grabbed his trouser leg as he passed and pulled him down beside her. “You're going to do your essay. Flirting and kissing can wait.”

Harry frowned. “For how long?” He asked plaintively.

“Until tonight.” Hermione said in an undertone, then added, “If I have to wait until midnight to kiss my boyfriend again, so do you. You got to kiss him just hours ago, anyway.” She added.

Harry sighed. “Alright. Charms or Defence?”

Hermione huffed. “Fine, do Defence. You're going to be thinking about it anyway.” She muttered.

Harry smiled and dug out his book and a roll of parchment. “Sure thing!” He said happily.

He was going to impress his boyfriend, and nothing anyone said or did would stop him.

*****

“Ow!” Harry elbowed Hermione. “That was my foot!” He hissed.

“Shut up, we're supposed to be being quiet!” Hermione hissed back.

Tom sighed. “Must I separate you two?” He asked.

“No.” Harry said, then hissed in pain as he was trodden on again.

“Oh, for Merlin's sake!” Tom grabbed the cloak, took it off them both, cast a disillusionment charm on Harry, and handed the cloak to Hermione. “There. Now stop whispering and let's get there before I die of old age.”

“Like that could happen yet.” Harry muttered, and found out just how good Tom's aim was when the man reached out and pinched his bum.

Tom chuckled at his curse, and continued walking. “Keep up. We're almost there.”

Harry was hissing some very inventive things in Parseltongue, and Tom smiled in amusement.

“Are you two ready?” He asked, cutting off Harry's tirade.

Harry dropped the charm and drew his hood up, taking the mask out of his pocket and re-sizing it before putting it on.

Hermione took off the invisibility cloak and drew up the cowled hood of her cloak, then nodded.

“Ready.” Harry confirmed.

A dark figure seemed to appear out of the shadows, two more behind him.

“Severus. Shall we call them and begin?” Tom asked.

Severus inclined his head. “Let us add two more, My Lord.” He confirmed.
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