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A/N: The long awaited chapter three! HUZZAH!
~III~
“Harry, wake up!” Ron yelled, throwing a pillow at the curled-up form of his best friend.
He sprang to his feet on the bed, tail bristling. “Bloody hell! What did I ever do to you?”
Ron only grinned. “Breakfast is in ten minutes. You overslept.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?!” Harry exclaimed, grabbing his uniform and running into the showers.
“I’ve been trying all morning!” Ron called after him, “I think you got more than the appearance of a cat, mate! You actually hissed at me! TWICE!”
Harry laughed. “I’ve got crazy nightvision, too,” he said what he emerged fro mthe bathroom.
They met Hermione in the common room and walked down to the Great Hall together, sitting down to eat.
“Can you believe they’ve got Remus back on Defense?” Ron said, piling food onto his plate, “It’s going to be a good year.”
“The new Transfiguration teacher looks rather- distressed, don’t you think?” Hermione said, and they looked up at the Head Table to see a frightened looking witch with blonde hair sitting between Remus and McGonagal.
“She’s probably nervous,” Harry replied, “I bet it’s the first time she’s ever taught. She looks really young.”
“Poor woman. Malfoy’ll probably make her first day a living hell, too!” Hermione said bitterly.
“So he hasn’t changed?” Harry asked.
Ron scowled. “Not a bit. He might actually be worse.”
Harry groaned. “Perfect! Just when I was thinking that this year would be good…”
“Don’t worry, mate. It’s just Malfoy. We’ve handled him before, and now you’ve got claws,” Ron said, smirking, “Just tear him to shreds if he bugs you.”
Harry sighed. ‘Maybe he’ll just leave me alone…’
It was a relatively good day for Harry. Defense was brilliant with Remus there. He found out that they would be working on the Patronus charm that year, which made all those who had been involved in the DA grin. Charms and Herbology were the usual. Thankfully, he no longer had to deal with Divination or History of Magic, as he’d failed to get into those classes, so he had some free time… which he used to climb into the large oak tree by the lake and take a nap. Care of Magical Creatures was fun, and Hagrid told them that they would be working with magical snakes. Transfiguration was… interesting, in Harry’s opinion.
He, Ron, and Hermione had seated themselves toward the front of the room near Fred and George just as the professor stepped in.
“Hello, class. I’m Professor Illusen,” she said, standing in front of them and smiling, “I’m a little nervous, if you can’t tell. I’ve only ever taught muggle children before. So, I’ll do roll call, I guess.”
When she did, Harry was eternally grateful that she didn’t show any reaction to his name. She set down her clipboard and turned to them.
“This year, we’re going to focus on self-transfiguration. That is, changing something about yourself, rather than inanimate objects. We’ll start with simple things, like hair and eye color, move on to changing shape and size, and eventually get to full body transfigurations, such as changing into an…” she looked directly at Harry, “… animal…”
Finally, it was time for Potions and Harry was suddenly nervous. When he’d said all of those things, he hadn’t realized that he’d see the man the very next day. Fred and George led him to the front of the room, before forcing him into the desk nearest to Severus’, sitting on either side of him. He silently thanked them for their support, vowing that he’d do anything he could to pay them back.
Severus turned to stare them all down and was shocked to see Harry seated at the front of the class. And… was that a collar on the boy’s neck?! He scowled, cursing the fact that there was no rule against jewelry.
Naturally, he began the class with several questions from the book. All directed at Harry Potter. Surprisingly, he correctly answered each question without so much as a pause.
“I see somebody has done their homework,” Severus said, scowling, “Very well. How about one that’s not in the book. How long do lacewing flies have to stew in order to brew the Polyjuice Potion?”
Harry groaned at the memory from second year. “Ugh! Twenty-one days! Twenty-one long, boring- days… er- or I’d imagine them- to be… erm- Sir…”
Severus was stunned into silence. How had the boy known that? The only book to contain that Potion was Most Potente Potions, and it was in the Restricted Section of the library. He narrowed his eyes.
“Correct, Mr. Potter. May I ask where you came across that information?”
Harry swallowed convulsively. “Some book. I don’t recall which one…”
“I’m sure… Regardless, I will- award five points to- Gryffindor, for answering all questions correctly,” Severus said, nearly choking on the words, “Now, then. This year will probably be the most difficult task you will ever come across in your short, insignificant lives and I do not expect that many of you will pass…”
Inside his head, Harry was doing a little happy dance. He’d surprised him again! And gotten him to award points to Gryffindor! The year was looking good again.
By the end of class, Harry’s spirits were considerably higher than they’d been at the beginning. He left with Fred, George, Ron and Hermione, and they made their way out of the dungeons and out to the lake.
“Well, will, well,” they heard a familiar drawl and turned to glare at Malfoy, “Nice collar, Potter. Who has the misfortune of owning you?”
Harry smirked. “Jealous, Malfoy?”
This caught the blonde off guard and he gaped at him for a moment before sneering, “In your dreams…”
“Not in my worst nightmares,” Harry retorted.
“Come on, Harry,” Ron said, “We’ve got better things to do.”
“No. I’d rather the git said everything he has to say now,” he replied, “Then maybe we won’t have to deal with him for a while.”
Fred grinned, grabbing Harry around the waist. “That’ll never work. He wants you so bad that he’d seek you out anyway.”
“Yes, it’s painfully obvious,” George added, draping an arm around Harry’s shoulders.
Malfoy laughed. “You’re a Wealey pet? No wonder you’re so thin! They probably can’t afford to feed you!”
“You notice my weight?” Harry said, raising an eyebrow, “Why, Malfoy, I had no idea you cared so much…”
Malfoy scoffed. “Care? About you? You’re seriously delusional, Potter.”
“I didn’t hear you jumping to deny that you want me,” he said.
Then, the blonde did something that nobody expected. He blushed. “Whatever. Don’t get too excited, Potter. I’d never stoop so low.”
“Nor would I,” Harry countered.
Malfoy sputtered. “Are you implying that I am lower than a couple of Weasleys?”
Harry laughed derisively. “Did you have anything else you wanted to say, Malfoy, or are you just talking to hear your voice again?” When he got no response but a glare, he grinned. “No? Then I suppose we’ll just be going then.”
He tried to walk around the Slytherin, but he found himself pinned against a wall rather roughly.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me, Potter!” Malfoy spat.
Harry’s eyes widened at the pure fury shining in the blonde’s eyes. His companions were so shocked that not one of them made a move to come to his aid. “Jeez, Malfoy… Can’t even control your own temper?” he said, his voice shaking and betraying his true fear, “Heh. What would your father think?”
“My father? Lucius is a worm and I don’t care one wit what he thinks…” Malfoy growled, “But you had better take back what you said about me.”
“Wh- what?” Harry said. What could he have possibly said to trigger this attack?
“Don’t play dumb! You know what I’m talking about,” his eyes narrowed to mere slits, “If I were to grace you with a single kiss, a single touch, it would be the best thing you would ever experience. Certainly well above anything a Weasley could show you.”
Harry gaped at him, completely dumbstruck. “Are you serious, Malfoy? That’s what this is about?”
The grip on his throat tightened to a brutally painful point. “Admit it, Potter! It would be the highlight of your life…”
“Let me go…” Harry choked, and suddenly Malfoy was thrown off of him and two pairs of arms wrapped around his body. He looked up to see Ron and Hermione brandishing their wands in Malfoy’s face and Fred and George glaring at the Slytherin murderously.
“Don’t you ever touch Harry again!” Fred hissed.
“Is there a problem here?” Severus asked coolly when he came across the scene. He was slightly taken aback by the feral look in the Weasley twins’ eyes. In all his years of teaching them, he’d never once seen them look at anybody with as much malice as was now directed at Draco Malfoy. Who, as it were, was just getting up from the dungeon floor and dusting himself off.
“No, Professor,” Malfoy said calmly, despite the fact that he’d nearly fainted when he’d seen Hermione’s wand at his throat.
“Don’t lie!” Harry growled, “You attacked me!”
“Is this true, Mr. Malfoy?” Severus asked, already knowing that it was.
“Potter and his friends misunderstood, Sir. I merely wished to ask him a question,” Malfoy countered.
“How could I misunderstand being shoved against a wall by my throat?” Harry asked, “Unless, of course, you were actually, going to molest me.”
“That is quite enough, Mr. Potter,” Severus said, “You will have detention with me, tonight at eight.” Malfoy smirked triumphantly. “As for you, Mr. Malfoy… I saw the entire thing.” His smirk faded at the coldness of the man’s gaze. “That will be thirty points from Slytherin and detention with Filch every night for the next week. Now leave my sight. All of you.”
Malfoy stared at him incredulously before turning on his heel and, after one last venomous glare at Harry, stormed away. Harry and the others walked out of the castle and to the lake, where they collapsed onto the ground.
“Best. Day. Ever!” Ron exclaimed, making them laugh, “Aside from Harry being attacked anyway… First Snape’s forced to give points to Gryffindor, and then he has to take them from his own house! Brilliant!”
“I think Malfoy’s in lover with you, Harry,” George said.
“God, I hope not!” he laughed.
“Another detention,” Fred mused.
“Something on your mind?” Hermione asked.
“Yeah. I was just thinking…” he said, grinning, “He gave Harry a detention, but he didn’t take any points from Gryffindor.”
Harry smiled. “He didn’t, did he?”
“Maybe he just wants to talk,” Hermione said.
“You should ask him to Occlumency, again,” Ron stated.
“But I didn’t have any visions all summer,” Harry said.
“So? It’d be an excuse to be alone with him once a week,” Ron replied.
“How very Slytherin of you, little brother,” George said, “I’m- so proud…”
“Shut up!” Ron said, “Seriously, though… it’s worth a shot.”
“And you never know. It could prove to be a useful skill,” Hermione added.
“I’ll try, but I doubt he’ll agree,” Harry said, then paused as though thinking, “Is it bad when you’re looking forward to a detention?”
They laughed. “Yeah, mate,” Ron said, “I’m pretty sure that’s a bad thing.”
He grinned. “I just hope that, whatever happens, this detention goes better than the last…”
III
Harry knocked on the door to the Potions classroom at five minutes until eight. Severus opened it, once again surprised to see the boy early. Harry stepped in, managing not to jump when the door shut loudly behind him.
“Early again, Mr. Potter. Is this going to become a habit?” Severus said, smirking, “If so, please warn me now so that I may begin preparing myself for your presence earlier, as well.”
Harry quirked an eyebrow at him. “You have to prepare yourself for my presence, Sir?”
“Don’t get cheeky, Potter,” Severus snapped.
“Sorry, Sir…” he said, shifting nervously on his feet, “What would you like me to do, Sir? For my detention…”
“Have a seat, Mr. Potter,” Severus said.
Harry complied, already bracing himself for the worst verbal lashing he would ever receive.
Severus sighed, running a hand over his face. He’d never been any good at these things… “I want- to apologize, as well.”
Harry’s jaw dropped open. “Wh- what?”
“Don’t go getting all excited. I’m not apologizing for how I’ve acted to you,” Severus said, “I’m merely apologizing for misjudging you. It was- wrong of me…”
Harry smiled brightly. “Apology accepted, Sir.”
Severus caught himself before he returned the smile and instead, smirked appropriately. “Don’t let that go to your head, boy. I don’t want to regret my own words.”
“Of course, Sir,” he said. ‘He apologized! And it’s only the second day of school!’
After a few moments of silence, Harry looked up. The man appeared to be slightly uncomfortable and Harry could tell that he had something on his mind. He cleared his throat softly, just to get his attention.
“Was there something else you wanted to say, Professor?” he asked.
Severus straightened up and forced a glare at the boy. “I was simply wondering where you acquired that obscene neck ornament.”
Harry almost laughed. Almost. “The collar? I transfigured it from an old belt. It’s kind of a joke… ‘cause of the ears and whatnot.” He grinned sheepishly, knowing that his school robes were the only thing hiding the ‘whatnot’ from public view.
“I see… and what unfortunate soul has taken on responsibility for such an insolent and troublesome little kitten?” Severus said, mentally cursing himself. Why in the seven hells was he teasing the brat?!
“Fred and George, actually,” he replied, grinning, “They’re just temporary, though, until my true owner claims me. I’m still, technically, a stray.”
Severus raised an eyebrow. “Well, they obviously don’t take very good care of you. You’re ridiculously thin.”
Harry did laugh at this. “Everybody seems to worry about my weight…” He looked up to meet Severus’ gaze. “No, Sir. They took very good care of me. But thank you for your concern.”
The truth behind his words, and their implications, was not lost of Severus, and he found himself growing inexplicably angry.
Harry smirked when he saw the tell-tale twitch of his professor’s eyebrow and continued. “But, now that we’re back at school, we’re just friends. This,” he motioned to the collar, “is, like I said, a joke, but it’s also to keep Seamus away from me. Fred and George are my protectors and… my-er-teachers…”
Severus’ eyebrows shot into his hairline at this and then he narrowed his eyes. “And what, pray tell, did they teach you?”
Harry blushed, any previous façade of confidence fleeing from his body. “Just… certain things that they thought I’d find useful.”
“Such as?” Severus sneered.
The word ‘oral’ came to his mind before he could stop it, and he cursed himself when his blush deepened.
Severus chuckled darkly. “I certainly hope you’re a bit more adept at that than you are at occlumency.”
Harry grinned, projecting images of his ‘lessons’ to the man in a stroke of inspiration. “What do you think?”
Severus wrenched back from Harry’s mind, physically jerking as though he’d been burned. He turned away to hide the faint pink tinge on his cheeks and the way his breathing had quickened. He shit his eyes and focused on calming down. When he felt that he’d achieved a modicum of self-control, he turned back to the boy, his face a mask of apathy.
“Mr. Potter, that was highly inappropriate,” he said.
“You were the one mucking about in my mind. Perhaps, from not on, you’ll be a little more cautious… Professor,” he said, smiling with a false innocence.
Severus narrowed his eyes. “Do not threaten me, Potter.”
“I wasn’t threatening you, Sir. I was simply stating that, unless you want to see more memories like those, you should stay out of my head,” he stated, grinning, “I’ve got plenty more where those come from. You’d be amazed what one can learn in a week with such- devoted tutors.”
Severus bit back a groan. They boy was taunting him! ‘And doing a damn good job of it…’ he thought wryly. Although, despite his big talk, Severus could tell that Harry hadn’t been taught nearly as much as he was letting on. He still had the distinct aura of virginity surrounding him. The man smirked, advancing on the boy and leaning over the desk so that their faces were inches apart.
“Do you want to know what I think, Mr. Potter?” Severus asked, his voice dropping to almost a low purr and sending shivers down Harry’s spine.
“S-Sir?” he said, unable to control the slight tremor in his voice.
“I think that you don’t know as much as you’d like me to believe,” Severus said, smirking when Harry blushed, “I’m right, then…”
Harry looked up at the dark, brooding man through half-lidded eyes, his body all too aware of how close his professor’s lips were. He could Severus’ warm breath ghosting over the skin on his face. All he’d have to do is lean in ever-so-slightly… only and inch or two… and- He pressed his lips to Severus’ lightly, not even having been aware that he’d moved.
Severus’ eyes widened and then fell shut at the sweet, shy pressure. One of his hands cupped the boy’s face, this thumb caressing his cheekbone as the kiss deepened slowly.
Suddenly, Harry jerked backward, nearly falling out of his chair. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to- I- it… I’m sorry!”
Severus watching him fumble over his words, smirking, his amusement showing clearly in his eyes. They boy was blushing brightly and his ears had flattened against his head in a rather adorable way. He hadn’t realized he was staring until Harry spoke.
“S-Sir? Do- you want me to leave?”
He cleared his throat and stood. “No, Mr. Potter, you will stay. I think we still have many things to discuss.”
Harry visibly flinched when the cold mask fell back into place. He knew what was coming, but he didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to hear the man’s rejection- not this early in the game. So, he panicked, grasping at straws.
“N-no. I’m really tired… and it’s getting close to curfew,” he said, “I should be getting back to the dorms. Please, Sit…”
Severus sighed, hearing the desperation in the boy’s voice. “Very well. You are dismissed.”
Harry did run from the room this time. In fact, he ran all the way to Gryffindor Tower and up the stairs and up to his dorm, where he threw himself onto his bed. He buried his face in the pullow and willed himself not to cry.
“Well,” Ron said as he, Hermione, Fred, and George sat in the common room, “Shall we go and see what happened?”
They nodded and walked up the stairs. “Harry?” Hermione said tentatively when they stepped into the dorm.
“What?” he snapped, his voice muffled by the pillow.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.
“No,” he retorted.
She sighed. “Would you talk to Fred and George?”
He paused. “…maybe…”
She smiled, pulling Ron out of the room, ignoring the red-head’s protests.
“Why does Harry want to talk to them, but not us?” Ron argued.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Ron, Fred and George are both gay. Harry’s probably more comfortable talking about his love life with them. For now, at least. Unless you want to hear all about his intimate life with Professor Snape?”
Ron shook his head vigorously.
“Alright, Harry,” George said when the door closed, “Sit up and tell us what happened.”
Harry complied. “Well, he actually apologized to me.”
They grinned.
“And he asked about the collar and… I’m pretty sure he was teasing me for a bit,” he said, smiling at the thought, “And I made a couple of suggestive remarks about you two and our ‘lessons’ and he seemed to get kind of- angry… especially when I started thinking about them… and he was using Legilimency on me.”
They burst into laughter. “He saw it?” Fred exclaimed, “That’s just too perfect!”
Harry scowled. “Can I finish?”
They calmed down and nodded him to continue.
“Anyway, I kind of suggested that I know a lot more than I actually do, and he called my bluff,” Harry said, “He leaned over the desk at me and his voice got really low and quiet… and I- kissed him. Bloody hell!”
“Well, did he kiss you back?” Fred asked.
Harry sniffled. “Yeah…”
Fred and George grinned at each other. “So why are you upset?” George asked.
“Why am I upset?” Harry exclaimed, “I kissed him! It’s only the first day of classes and I’m already- He probably hates me even more now.”
“I highly doubt that,” Fred said, chuckling, “It’s more likely that he’s agonizing over that kiss.”
“Wh- what?” Harry said, looking up at them in confusion.
“Well, if he apologized to you, he probably didn’t really hate you to begin with,” George replied, “And if he acted the way that you said, then he was obviously jealous.”
Fred nodded. “You worked with his all summer, right? Snape wouldn’t have volunteered to help you if he hated you. He would have gone and done it by himself. He’s a stubborn and proud man, Harry. He wouldn’t force himself to work with somebody he hates just because it would save some time.”
“Well, when you put it like that…” Harry smiled, “So, what should I do, now?”
“Ignore him. Avoid him completely,” George answered, “Give him some time to think-”
“But make him think about you. Catch his eye once in a while. Flirt with people when you see him around,” Fred continued.
“But don’t make it obvious. You want to make him jealous, and it would suck if he caught on,” George said.
“Okay… alright! I got it. Thanks, guys,” he said, grinning.
“And no matter what, do not let him get you alone!” Fred exclaimed, “That means you’re on your best behavior. NO detentions.”
Harry blushed. “You talk like I’m some kind of discipline case…”
They smirked. “You are.”
He laughed. “Well… I did learn from the best in the business.”
~III~
There! Gawd! You have no idea how stressed I was about getting this chapter typed up! Sheesh! So be grateful! And you can show your gratitude by REVIEWING!
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