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Disclaimer
: Nothing is mine.
Harry Potter�s books are the property of the fabulous J. K. Rowling.

A/N : There
was an error in the first chapter. Severus said that when Harry was
unconscious, he had given the �writing portion of the NEWT Potions� but it was
not exactly that. It was a �practise test� with the same subject that in the
real NEWT for them to train. So, don�t think that they are in june because
they�re in winter. It would had been weird without the modification and I�ve
corrected that in the chapter one.

Thoughts are '....' and words are "...."

Thank you very much for your reviews.

And a big thanks for my beta reader,
Shalane.

Chapter
3 : A little touch of rebellion

Cheeks fld, Hd, Harry leaned against the cold stone
wall in a dark corridor�s nook. He had to calm down for a few seconds so he
would seem normal when he went to talk with the Headmaster. Harry closed his
eyes and tried to empty his mind � something which was not easy due to his new
power.

What could he do? Now he knew that Snape wanted him,
and that fact was beginning to arouse him. It was not right. It was not right
at all. He had to pull himself together quickly. Perhaps this sensation towards
his professor was due to the fact that he hasn�t had a boyfriend for a long
time. Because of his popularity as a celebrity, he preferred to hide his
homosexuality towards the people that he wasn�t sure were completely loyal.

Harry took another deep breath, and walked, for the
second time, to Dumbledore�s office.

�Lollipop� stated the young man in a slightly choked
voice.

Soon, Harry was in the circular and moving staircases
which lead to the large office�s door, and knocked firmly to it.

�Enter� invited a familiar voice.

Harry pushed the door and entered.

�Harry� greeted the old man. �Sit down please.�

�Thank you professor� answered the Gryffindor. Then he
turned his head toward the phoenix in the room and added, �Hello Fawks.�

The mythical red and golden bird let a soft sound
escape his throat which calmed Harry immensely.

�Where are my lemon drops?... Oh yes, I had put them
in my cupboard... I�m positive that Alastor comes and steals some while I�m not
here.�

Dumbledore opened a cupboard near his desk.

�A lemon drop Harry?� he asked gently.

�No, thank you professor� ondeonded the student.

�So much the
better!� thought the older man. �I�ll have more for me.� Then, he laughed
inside his head.

It was hard for Harry not to laugh too. Here were the
thoughts of the greatest wizard of the world.

�Harry� he began, staring at the raven-haired boy
through his half moon glasses. �I�ve summoned you to ask if you had noticed any
changes in you or things going on around you. If you had noticed some things, I
wondered if they could be a side-effect of the spell that hit you.�

�Er-�

Harry didn�t know what to answer. A part of him wanted
to tell the old man what was happening, that he could hear every guy�s
thoughts. And another part was proclaiming to stay silent. Harry was confused.

He had complete confidence in Dumbledore, who was
telling to him that this power could bring some harmful consequences. Also,
other side-effects could appear later. Maybe it was sensible to tell him what
happened now, before that would be too late. Plus, Harry had some scruples. He
didn�t want other people to be able to read his thoughts. When he had received
his first Occlumency lessons with Snape, he had not liked that his cynical
teacher could penetrate into his mind, and see his memories, especially those
which were intimate or humiliating.

Harry was dueling with his own morals and desires.
This power could also let him know what the others really thought. So he could
discover if, maybe, another wizard wanted to take over from Voldemort. He had
finally been defeated, but some ambitious wizards could turn out badly. Maybe
it was his duty to make sure that no one would turn into the next Dark Lord.
Harry encouraged himself a little bit more, trying to convince himself that
keeping it a secret wouldn�t be bad, and that it was not to know his potions
master�s thoughts.

The student got out of his deep thoughts when he heard
Dumbledore call him. He was frowning and seemed worried, which Harry realized,
that meant that the old man had called him several times already.

�Sorry Professor. I... er, I was thinking� reviewing
what has happened since I woke up in the hospital wing and er... no... I don�t
see anything. Nothing special� lied Harry while lowering his eyes.

�Is that the truth?� wondered Dumbledore suspiciously.

Harry�s cheeks were tinged with red but he stayed
silent. He heard the Headmaster think �No, it�s Harry. He would have told me if
something were not right... Perhaps I�m confusing him with Alastor a little too
much.�

Harry wriggled in his chair, uncomfortable.

�... I�m sure he steals my lemon drops. I had another
packet... It isn�t here anymore... well...�

�If you notice something unusual Harry, come to see me
or go straight in the hospital wing. Poppy will inform me.�

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�Yes Professor.�

�You can go now.� Dumbledore sent the boy an
affectionate and confident smile that Harry tried to give back even if he felt
like guilt was eating at his insides.

He stood up rapidly and hurried to the door as fast as
he could. After a quick �Goodbye� to the Headmaster, he rushed out the office
then to the gargoyle, almost running. There, he bumped into something, or
rather into someone.

Harry found himself lying flat on this person which
was stretched on the floor. Before that Harry had the time to get up and
apologize, he heard a voice in his head.

�Oh my god, he�s on me! He�s on me!�

The face buried in the man�s neck, Harry opened his
eyes again to discover a forest of black hair, slightly greasy. �Oh my god no!�
said Harry to himself. =/p>

�He smells so good... mmmmm. Oh Harrrrryyyyyy.�

The young Gryffindor opened his eyes wide and stop
breathing.

�I won�t rub against him. I won�t rub against him. I
won�t rub against him. I�ll rub against him. I�ll rub. I�ll rub. I won�t rub
against him. I won�t... AAAAHHHHH.�

�POTTER!�

Harry jumped and tilted his head above his
professor�s. He met two dark eyes that forced themselves to stay impassive.

�He�s here, just here. If he tilted just a little his
head down... mmmm that mouth!� thought Severus, staring at the lips of the
young man who felt his cheeks burning.

�WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR POTTER? AN INVITATION TO
STAND YOU UP?� hissed Snape.

�Don�t stand up, don�t stand up, don�t stand up...�
was telling the man to himself at the same time.

Harry was confused again by his potion master�s
hypocritical thoughts and words. He had to get up. He knew that fact but,
strangely enough, he didn�t want to. A rebellious spark lit in his emerald eyes
and impulsively, he did a thing that he wouldn�t have done before... However
before, he didn�t know the secret thoughts of his professor.

Harry acted like he had a hard time getting up, and
wriggled around on the body below him. He pressed more on some sensitive areas,
twisting slightly and murmuring a shy and contrite �Excuse me sir� while being
jubilant while hearing his professor moan silently.

Severus had trouble trying not to move his hips
against the boy. That little brat didn�t even manage to stand up correctly. Did
he have any idea on what torture he was inflicting on him? He was rubbing on
him, stirring up the fire that was pouring in his veins. The man could feel his
sex gorging with desire and if that prat didn�t get up fast, he could feel it
too. So Severus freed himself from his student�s body quickly and glared at the
Gryffindor.

�Can�t you look where you�re going Potter!� spat the
man, furious to be aroused again although he really had to see Albus.

�I�m sorry Professor.�

Harry went round Snape and passed him rapidly. He
could feel his teacher�s stare burning, and he heard a last, �I want him!�

Harry quickened his steps.

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Sitting at the huge Gryffindor table for dinner, Harry
flattened his hands against his ears. He had his eyes closed but could still
feel his friends� eyes on him. The noise was unbearable. Not only could he hear
the constant conversation of everyone at dinner, but he could hear the thoughts
of all the boys and men around him. He felt like he had stuck his head in a
beehive with an endless amount of bees, and the sound amplified millions of
times.

It was horrible.

Insistent. Shooting. Incessant. Harry thought that his
head would exploded.

Then, suddenly of for no apparent reason, the noise�s
intensity decreased almost to a light murmur.

Slowly, Harry spread his fingers, testing the
decibels, then took off his hands totally from his ears as he realized that the
hubbub had disappeared.

�Tell me something!� ordered Harry to Ron and
Herm.

�What?� asked Ron, stunned.

�Thanks� said Harry.

Then, he put a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his
mouth and began to eat. Between two mouthfuls he tilted his head up and saw his
friends sharing a questioning look. After that, they turned their head towards
him.

�I don�t know what just happened� answered Harry,
seeing the silent questions in their eyes. �The noise was unbearable then,
suddenly, it reduced itself. For a little while, I thought I was becoming deaf,
that�s why I asked you to say something. Since I heard Ron, I realized that I
wasn�t. Do you think that this is a �normal� reaction from the failed spell?�

�Maybe� answered Ron.

�I don�t know Harry� said Hermione.
�Professor Dumbledore has summoned you earlier. What did you tell to him?�

Harry hesitated for a short moment and murmured
�Nothing.�

�Nothing?� repeated Hermione half incredulous, half
furious. �Why didn�t you tell him anything? You should have told him Harry!
Imagine if there were some consequences to that spell! Imagine that...�

�I know �Mione� cut in Harry, half embarrassed, half
furious. �I�ve enough scruples like that without you to add others.�

He fidgeted on his chair, looked around, and
continued, �Perhaps that it would be better if I don�t say anything about that
to anybody right now. Imagine that there is a student here who wants to become
Voldemort�s successWithWith this power, I�ll be able to know it right away.�

�Harry, it�s immoral...� began the young woman.

�But he�s noong�ong� replied Ron, his mouth half full.

Hermione glared at the red-haired boy. �It�s not a
good way to be able to tell. This has to stop as soon as possible Harry. Plus,
I didn�t see anyone who would want to be Voldemort�s successor. Everybody knows
that you defeated him easily. Everybody knows that you�re more powerful than
each of us, and everybody knows that...�

�And Malfoy?� asked Harry. �Did you hear what he said
to you!? He called you Mudblood and you know that�s what Deatheaters call
everyone who�s not of pure blood.�

Hermione sighed. �You know as well as I do that Malfoy
refused to be a Deatheater, and that he calls me Mud... that... because it�s
his habit and he likes provoking us. All we have to do is ignore him. Maybe he will get tired (Ron and Harry
glanced at her skeptically) and anyway, we won�t see him anymore next year so
why do you care?�

�Why do we care?� repeated Ron. �Why do we care? But
he has no right to call you names like that! He has no right to say that to
anyone �Mione.�

�I know, I know� sighed the young lady. �But we�re
going off topic. Harry, you have to tell Dumbledore what�s happening to you.
Madame Pomfrey has to examine you.�

�Listen Hermione, I�ll do my little investigation for
one week. And if in one week, I�ve found nothing abnormal, I�ll tell to
Dumbledore, OK?�

Harry sighed. �Yes, of course Herm but let me just
have one week.�

�Harry...�

�Just one week, it�s not too much and, perhaps, we can
avoid a new massacre. Remember what Voldemort had wanted to do to your parents
�Mione.�

Hermione looked at Harry, eyes wet, and mouth slightly
opened but stayed silent. The raven-haired Gryffindor could see in her eyes
that she was dueling hard against herself. She turned her head towards Ron who
was gazing at her, totally agree with Harry.

She sighed again and, finally, murmured a sharp �Just
one week!�

Harry smiled and responded �Promise!�

Ron grinned and turned his head to see Harry and asked
him, �So tell me, what does our dear Malfoy think?�

�Ron!� recalled severely Hermione.

�He�s too far Ron. I couldn�t hear him properly and I
only saw him briefly the first time. I told you everything that had happened�
answered Harry, smiling with affection to the brunette.

�And Snape?�

�Ron!�

Harry blushed slightly and twisted his hands,
uncomfortable. �You really, really don�t want to know� he responded.

�Yes, yes, tell me!� exclaimed the red-haired boy, his
eyes shinning with excitement and anticipation.

�RON!�

�You�re not funny �Mione! Harry has this power so why
couldn�t we...�

�It�s exactly because of this that I didn�t want...�

While his two friends were arguing, Harry turned his
gaze towards Snape and saw that the man was watching him intently. He shivered.
Severus turned his eyes away and pretended to concentrate on his plate.
However, when Harry looked a little bit closer, he noticed his professor�s
chest moving a little to fast to be normal.

Harry smiled. He didn�t know why, or rather, he didn�t
want to know, but this revelation made him jubilant.

Oh Snape wanted to play, thought Harry. Fine. I�ll
play.

The young Gryffindor grabbed his bowl of vanilla,
banana and chocolate ice cream and took, between his thumb and index, the
cherry that was above the melted and warm chocolate. He tried with all his
strength to concentrate his mind on just a man and only on his thoughts
as he wrapped his lips around the little and red fruit that he sucked until the
chocolate had disappeared. He made it slide between his lips several times,
feeling the soft burning of a dark stare on him. Then, he took off the stalk
and chewed the cherry voluptuously as if it was the most delicious fruit he had
ever eaten in his whole life. Finally, he put his little spoon in the ice cream
and led it towards his full lips. Harry made his tongue run on the cream as if
he was tasting a lover�s skin. His mind was still fixed on Snape�s thoughts and
when he heard a familiar voice moaning, he knew he had found what he was
searching for.

However, Severus was not the only one to stare at him
and if Harry had concentrated his mind on two others people, he would have
heard :

�Mmmmm. But who would have guess?�

�Mmmmm. Bloody hell! I�ll come in my trousers !�

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Next chapter
: Title : It�s the biter bit.

Harry will want to tease Snape again and he will learn
a little lesson but it�s Snape who will pay it.^^

I�ve translated faster than I expected. I want to have
one chapter in advance each time and I have it but now, I have a lot of fics in
French to continue so I won�t translate the fifth chapter now. I�ll try to be
quick but I cannot guarantee you to post the fourth chapter as fast as the
third.

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