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Beyond All Morals	By : Tokugawa-Blitzer Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 21610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Extra Credit

Today was a good day.

So far all Harry's classes had gone well. No points had been taken in any of his classes; he had turned all his homework in on time, a possible first for him, and he had received no detentions so far.

Everything had been pretty laid back today, but Harry still found himself incredibly, undeniably bored. Not only was he bored out of his mind, he was antsy as well. It had been a while- okay, only a week- since his last shag with the resident Potions Master, and he was certain he was suffering from some kind of sexual withdrawal, if that was even possible.

In fact, he was so antsy that during most of the lunch hour he couldn't even keep still in his seat. His house mates and friends kept shooting him curious looks, but Harry didn't notice in the slightest, as he was shooting his own looks towards Snape, sitting at the Head Table.

The man barely looked his way.

Harry finally gave up staring in favor of pushing the food on his plate around, sulking as he pushed his potatoes in a circle. Hermione didn't bother asking him what was wrong; she already had a pretty good guess as to what was making him so restless. Ron completely ignored him, oblivious to Harry's moodiness as he stuffed his face like usual.

While Harry was moping, now stabbing at his peas menacingly, he began to day dream about his Professor, about the things he wanted to do to him...

What he wouldn't give to have that thick, heavy, erect member in his mouth right now; he longed to savor that salty sweet cum. Harry shuddered as he watched dream Harry suck off a very aroused, very horny dream Severus at his desk.

That's when the idea struck.

Harry's lips upturned into a mischievous, devilish grin in a matter of milliseconds. This was sure to get Severus' attention. The idea was ingenious and it would certainly get him what he wanted.

It was risky as though, he might get severely punished if he was caught by any professor other than Snape, but he couldn't help it. It had 'Harry Potter's fool proof idea' written all over it.

He wasn't certain if sucking off his teacher during class counted as actually attending class or not, but he found that he didn't really care.

He was more interested in seeing Snape's face; he couldn't really fathom it at the moment. How would the older man react to such a bold sexual move? He figured that once he started, the man wouldn't protest much just to avoid a commotion. Harry wasn't completely sure what the man's reaction would be, but what he did know for certain was that Snape would not embarrass himself during class if he could help it. If Harry could just get under the desk, Snape would be powerless to stop him. His idea just had to work.

Harry tried to think, he hadn't put this much effort into planning since Hermione had forced him to write his own Potion's essay years ago. He couldn't mess this up. Snape had told them all yesterday morning that they would be doing nothing but bookwork today, so Severus would be using this time to sit at his desk to catch up on grading. It was perfect.

Harry looked at the clock. He still had ten minutes before his after-lunch Potions class started. That was enough time. With his new found energy, he jumped off the bench and quickly headed for the exit to the Great Hall, ignoring how his friends called after him.

Hermione shook her head knowingly as she watched her friend retreat out the door. She knew he had something planned, and that it would probably not end well.

Severus was watching as well, and he frowned at the mischievous smile that had broken across Harry's face. He found Harry's exit far too...peppy for his liking. Like the boy was actually excited to go to Potions after lunch- which, coupled with the fact that Snape had been pointedly avoiding the boy all week, was highly unlikely. He paled slightly at that train of thought- Harry always got that way when he had an idea. Something bad was going to happen, he could feel it in his bones.

Harry of course paid no mind to anything as he rounded the corner and broke out into a sprint, heading straight for the Potion's classroom in the dungeons. He didn't bother going to get his school supplies from the tower; after all, he wouldn't actually need any of it with the lesson that Harry had in mind. In hind sight, it probably would have been wise to get the invisibility cloak- but where was the fun in that?

The trip down to the dungeons was thankfully uneventful, and there was no one in the corridor to see him enter the classroom. As he turned corner and stepped through the door way, he found that Draco Malfoy was already in the room sitting at his table.

Harry sighed in frustration- no one was supposed to be in here already! This was going to ruin his entire plan! Harry's entrance had alerted Draco to the extra presence in the room. The blond turned on his stool and raised his eyebrow questioningly.

"Well, well Potter. It looks like someone has finally decided to show up for his Potions class on time. For once. Albeit a little too early…" He smirked. "You forget what time it starts?"

Harry rolled his eyes at Draco's attempted insult- the boy had really lost his edge lately. He smirked back at Draco, "Well I'm not here to sit in class anyway, I've got other plans…" he said wryly, lifting up one eyebrow and wiggling it at Draco suggestively.

"Oh really, Potter? You think Snape is going let you get away with your stupid Gryffindor funny business in his class, eh? Why are you here then Potter, if you're just going to skip out on class again?" Draco's curiosity was piqued, though he attempted to mask it. Leave it to a Slytherin to only show interest when trouble-making was mentioned.

"Well Draco, not that it's any of your business or anything, because it certainly is not, I'd never let you in on my plans. Let's just say I plan to… pester Snape." Harry grinned. There was no way was he going to tell Draco his actual plans, he wanted to keep it between himself and Severus.

Draco snorted, pulling at his blonde hair as he laughed. "How do you plan on doing that if you aren't in class then, didn't think through your stupid little plan did you, Potter?" Draco laughed, continuing his interrogation of Harry.

Harry made his way over to Snape's desk and stood behind it, his grin widening. "I plan to hide out under his desk of course. Just want to do a little something to the man," He waggled both his eyebrows suggestively this time, "Just look out for Snape's reactions. Let's just say…you won't be able to miss them."

Draco blanched as a sudden, graphic mental image invaded his mind. There was no way Potter would get away with doing that in this classroom to Professor Snape, of all people. It couldn't happen…could it?

"What if I tip the Professor off to your scheme?" Draco asked while Harry was getting ready to crawl under the desk. He had to ruin this plan somehow; he felt a strange pang of jealousy at the fact that Snape had been letting Harry get away with literally everything lately, and now this scheme from Potter. Snape used to let his Slytherin students get away with pranks in class, never before had he shown this much…affection towards a Gryffindor. Draco was positively horrified at the thought that he was no longer Snape's favorite student.

Harry paused momentarily, sighing with frustration and impatience. "You'll just ruin the fun if you do, Malfoy. Are you done asking questions now? More people will be showing up soon. Besides, if I see you trying to tell Severus, I'll hex you silent. Won't that be embarrassing for you? I'll make it last a week, you know I'm a better spell caster than you. "

Draco silently panicked at the thought. Harry has always been able to beat him at duels, and the last thing Draco needed for his reputation was to be hexed by Potter.

"Fine, Potter. Just do it." Draco dismissed Harry, going back to the book he had been reading when Harry had walked in, though he didn't read a single line. He just stared at the pages, trying to hide his anger. Stupid Potter.

Harry got down on his hands and knees, crawling under the desk as best as he could. As he stuffed himself underneath the desk, there were two things he was rather grateful for.

One. The desk was only open on one side, where Severus would sit, so it made hiding there much less obvious.

Two. The desk was somewhat large so there was some room to move around, he wouldn't get caught right away.

He made himself comfortable while the first of his classmates trickled in. Harry listened carefully, making sure Draco wouldn't give him away. He was ecstatic when he didn't hear a peep from the Slytherin- threatening to hex him would surely keep him quiet.

Stuffed under his Potions Teacher's desk, the time seemed to pass agonizingly slow, as the last of the students filed in. Everyone chatted idly while waiting for the dramatic entrance of their Professor. No one had noticed that Harry was missing yet, though he was quite sure that Hermione had a hunch about why he wasn't there. She had a way of always picking up on these things.

It wasn't long till it was time to start class, and Harry's excitement began to grow. Punctual, as always, Snape stalked into the room precisely on time, and Harry suddenly became so nervous that the breath caught in his throat.

Severus made his way to the front of the class room, not sparing a look at anyone or anything till he got there. He was distracted by thoughts of Potter, and because he had been ignoring the boy for the past week, not looking over at his spot in class was easy. He turned to face the class as he pointed to the chalk board, spelling instructions on it for their book work. A list of questions, two of them a full essay length, were written magically on the board as Snape glowered at the class. It was all to be finished by the end of class today.

Harry gulped silently as he looked at the board. Maybe, if he was good enough at this, Snape would give him an extension on his work. He was going to need it.

"I expect silence while you work. I know all of you well enough to know that most of you besides Granger are all cheaters in some way, so if anyone utters one single word, you'll be in the dungeons with Filch before you can finish it. You may begin." He barked as he scanned the room. There was something missing and his eyes darted upon every head in the room. Since he had been ignoring Harry for some time now it took him a while before he thought to check the boy's seat.

His eyes narrowed at the empty spot where Harry normally sat with Hermione and Ron. Harry had skipped class before, so Severus wasn't completely sure if he should be worried by the fact that Potter wasn't in class on this particular day. He decided that he would give it ten minutes to see if the little twerp decided to run in late.

With his observation complete, he turned back and stalked towards his desk, sitting in his chair as he sighed quietly. He had quite a bit of grading backed up thanks to that insatiable cretin, always finding ways to attack him when he was least expecting it. He was severely behind in paperwork.

While he did allow the brat into his rooms sometimes, all the other times Harry had snuck in under that infuriating invisibility cloak; he severely regretted giving the boy his password. He had always somehow ended up on the couch snogging him- he just couldn't contain himself around the boy lately, so he had taken to ignoring him. Severus shuddered, remembering the last time he had ignored the young Gryffindor.

He picked up the quill sitting on a stack of parchment just waiting to be graded all as F's, dipping it into the ink well. He began glancing over the fifth year work. "Horrible, as always…" Severus muttered under his breath. Harry had decided that he'd wait to creep up the man's legs until he was good and distracted, it would surely catch Snape off guard enough, so he wanted to wait until the perfect moment.

Since the death of Voldemort, the Potions Master had mellowed out considerably- not that it was obvious to his students, nor would he say it out loud, but Harry had certainly noticed.

It was almost like an art, an art that had been perfected over many, many careful years. The way he glared, the way he held himself, how his robes and cloak billowed and fluttered as he walked. It was perfectly Severus, and Harry found it perfectly irresistible.

The tip of Severus' quill scratched away, only pausing when he finished grading an essay- another 'F'- then continued on. The Potions Master seemed thoroughly focused on his work; he soon forgot about a missing Potter and paid no mind to his students.

Harry deemed it time to put his idea into action.

As quietly as he could manage, Harry shuffled around under the desk to get himself into a comfortable position on his knees. He let his hands rest on Severus' ankles then slid them up his legs slowly. Severus barely noticed the touch; the motion was light enough to simply be ignored.

Severus shifted his legs unaware that the touches were in fact real and the nerve endings in his legs were tingling, and not a dream. Harry's hands followed the curve of the man's knees, ghosting over the man's covered skin so lightly that he was barely aware that he was touching his Potion's Master at all, until he reached the lower thighs, squeezing extremely gently as he let his fingers crawl their way slowly towards the Severus' groin.

The feeling in his legs had caused Severus to shiver with pleasure. The Professor wasn't very intent on grading the papers, in fact he wasn't focused on them at all, though it may seem so to his students- Snape was in fact having naughty, naughty day dreams about one Harry Potter.

While Harry made his way up to his awaiting prize, the Potions Master was dreaming of something quite similar. The combination of real touching and the passionate day dreams had stiff consequences, not that Severus paid any attention, sending jolts of interest to his cock.

'So far so good' Harry thought to himself, letting his hands rest lightly on the man's upper thigh. When Severus was distracted, he wouldn't notice an earthquake.

Taking a silent, deep breath, he let his right hand slide down and onto Severus' half hard interest. Harry wasn't exactly sure what to make of his discovery- only half hard, or already half hard? but he ran with it. He cupped Snape's crotch roughly, his fingers squeezed and rubbed, the heel of his hand was pressed into the man's clothed testicles like Harry knew the older man loved. That proved to be the breaking point, and caused Severus to release an inaudible, strangled whimper as it suddenly shook the man out of his reverie.

Snape glared around the room to make sure no one heard that little noise, as he felt his crotch being accosted. Making sure that no one was paying him any mind, he finally looked down to see a pair of arms poking out from under his desk.

There was a hand sitting obediently on his right thigh as the other hand was eagerly rubbing him down. It felt like an iceberg plummeted into the deepest recesses of his gut, he froze as sick realization washed over him with a cruel, icy breath. He recognized those small arms.

Harry Bloody Potter was under his bloody desk!

Under his desk pawing needily at his arousal...

He couldn't do a single thing about it with class already in session without making a show of it, and he knew Harry has carefully considered this as well. He dared not make a move to throw a silencing charm around his desk for fear of attracting wandering eyes. The students kept unconsciously shooting him death glares every now and then, no doubt their inner minds protesting against the mountain of work. The school also had a registry of all magic performed on the property; he would hate to be investigated by Dumbledore.

Severus' breath hitched as his grip on his quill snapped it in two, the inked tip making a mess on the essay he was grading; he would later take points from the unfortunate soul who wrote that essay, blaming the ink spill on a student who was trying to cover up the unfinished bits of the essay.

His jaw tightened and his teeth were clenched together, his hands balled into fists and a majority of his muscles tensed as he did his best not to groan.

Harry grinned and let his free hand rub the thigh it sat upon, letting his other press more firmly into that needy, trapped flesh. He became a bit more daring, letting his head poke out a bit from under the desk and he smirked up at Severus. The older wizard's face was contorted in what looked like anger, but it was chalked up to extreme concentration as Harry noticed that the muscles in his face twitched as he tried not to bring attention to himself. He threw on his most icy glare and attempted to kill Harry with the furious gaze alone. It didn't work.

Unbeknownst to the Potions Master and Harry, Draco shot looks towards the Professor's desk when he felt it was safe. Disturbing mental images filled the young Malfoy's head as he looked upon his godfather's bizarre looking face. He felt like spilling the contents of his stomach all over the table, he would rather not find out what was going on under that desk, thank you very much.

Harry let up on his torture of Severus' arousal and busied himself with the fly of the man's trousers. Without really thinking about it the Potions Master shifted in his chair a little, giving better access to the buttons and the zipper. Upon realizing it, he cursed himself for letting the brat win so easily. He decided to blame it on the fact that he would rather endure this than cause a scene by publicly ejecting a young boy out from under his desk in the middle of class. Rumors were already spreading about them.

Harry just flashed him an innocently evil grin, popping the buttons to the pants and inching his mouth towards the zipper. Severus' stared up at the wall in the back of the classroom and watched the best he could with his peripheral vision, holding his breath as Harry got a hairs breath away from undoing the rest of his pants.

However, instead of actually undoing the zipper like Severus thought, Harry nuzzled the tight bulge with his face. Snape could feel the warm breaths leaking through the fabric, making his cock jump with excitement, and he felt Harry lick at his clothed erection, a promise for things to come.

Now finished with his detour, Harry snagged the zipper with his teeth and unzipped the trousers slowly to subvert some of the noise as he was working in the absence of a silencing charm. Harry pulled back and glanced upwards again, gauging the man's reaction. He felt a bit put out that Severus wasn't reacting like he had imagined, and he found himself pouting.

Resisting the urge to huff and sigh, Harry let his right hand crawl in to the front of Snape's pants, sneaking past the elastic band of his underwear. Severus did is best not to moan as his prick was palmed and massaged. Merlin, he was going to kill Potter, no, he was going to put him through a severe torture session and maim him. He wasn't quite sure what that would entail but he was hell bent on making Harry beg for his mercy. Snape wasn't quite sure if he'd survive this class at all.

The Potions Master looked down and his smoldering eyes locked with Potter's mischievously sparkling ones. Those eyes made Severus feel uneasy, he did not like the way Potter controlled this situation at all, and there wasn't much that he could do about it either. He would have to let it play out and pray to whatever higher being that they wouldn't get caught. He felt that it was asking a bit much seeing as how trouble always followed Harry Bloody Potter, Dark Lord or not.

Severus almost growled when Harry removed the hand from his trousers. He felt a light tugging at his clothing, realizing what the brat wanted he shuffled again, lifting his hips up from the chair so that Harry could tug the pants down and allow for better access. Harry reached back over to release Severus from his fabric prison, his cock stood proudly in that wiry black pubic hair and his sac nestled just under. The site would never get old to Harry, his eyes ignited into fiery desire and he licked his lips, eager to taste Snape.

Harry didn't jump right into shoving that cock down his throat like he wanted; instead, he tentatively wrapped his hand around the engorged shaft, stroking it a couple times, squeezing it appreciatively. He let his free hand ghost fingers over sensitive skin of the older wizard's balls.

Severus shuddered and bit the inside of his cheek painfully as he suppressed a throaty moan. Snape wanted so badly to shout at the brat, to tell him to get on with it already, to stop toying around. It was so hard to resist throwing his head back and making the most undignified noises, hard to resist shoving Potter's face into his groin and forcing him to take his cock into that sinful little mouth.

The thought of this happening in public was quickly becoming quite the turn on, though he despised the thought of people watching as he engaged in such frivolous acts.

It was bad enough when he and Harry had sex in the Headmaster's that he had completely forgotten about the perverted portraits that hung in just about every available spot, never mind the bloody chicken Albus kept around. So what if it burst into fire at times? The portraits were far worse, but what was worse than animated finger paintings were the gossiping hooligans called teenagers that he had to deal with every day. He gratefully buried that train of thought as deep as he could, trying to focus on the here and now, not the what if's.

Harry made that very easy.

He bent down and firmly licked the spongy head of Severus' cock, swirling it around and sealing his lips over it like it was a lollipop. He continued to stroke the heated flesh as he sucked lightly around the head, teasing Severus as he gingerly fondled the man's testicles in his other hand. Severus unclenched his fists and let his hands grip tightly at the edge of desk and his toes curled, he could feel them cramp up. He thought he could handle this, but he was oh so close to saying fuck it all and letting himself submit to his pleasure.

Merlin's hairy balls, that mouth was dirty.

Severus let his legs spread a bit wider and resisted the urge to thrust into that hot little mouth as Harry took in more of the turgid flesh. As his lips continued to move downwards, Harry licked the prominent vein he could feel throbbing vigorously, he re-explored the wrinkles in the soft skin.

Dribbles of saliva leaked out of the younger wizard's mouth and slid down the remainder of his undevoured cock and neglected sac as he lapped at it hungrily; his cheeks hallowed out as he sucked. It was a bloody miracle that Potter was making very little noise given the fact that a pin could drop in the silence of the classroom and the students would probably hear it.

Severus let one of his hands drop from the desk and into that mop of raven hair. He carded through it a couple times and tugged on it roughly as Harry grazed his sensitive skin with his teeth, soothing over it with that energetic tongue. He chanced another look down and nearly groaned as he watched Harry bob his head up and down his painfully hard erection.

He loved the way his Harry was sucking hard around his needy prick, his fingers clenching and unclenching in that chaotic hair. In response to Snape's treatment of his hair, Harry lowered his head down the rest of the shaft, letting the tip hit the back of his throat. This was insane! Severus could feel the copper taste of blood leak into his mouth has he bit down on his cheeks harshly. The feeling of that wet mouth moving up and down his cock was just delicious- especially when that mouth began to take more of him in.

Harry was tempted to hum around the head of the man's cock but instead he swallowed around it and wiggled his tongue about as he let his teeth graze around the base of the member again. The hand that held his balls rolled them more firmly between his fingers, the squeezing was more forceful and rough.

Snape was on the verge of climax when the door swung open and Professor McGonagall stepped into the classroom. Harry heard the entrance as well because he let his mouth release all but the head of the man's cock.

Minerva glanced around the room looking for someone, her brows furrowed when she didn't see who she was looking for and Severus' stomach twisted. He had a hunch whom she was looking for.

He chanted to himself 'Please not Potter. Please not bloody Potter. Not in the middle of this bloody fucking blow job.' There was no way he would be able to explain why Potter was under his desk. He hadn't lived down the office excursion, especially when Albus had let it slip that he and Potter had defiled his desk.

"Professor Snape, where is Harry Potter? You haven't locked him up in the dungeons have you? The Headmaster wishes to see him." She gave him a quizzical look.

Harry's lips smirked around the spongy head of the cock that was still partially in his mouth. He would live to regret this, he knew it, but it would be interesting to see how Severus held up talking to Professor McGonagall while he had is cock sucked just the way he liked it. Harry shoved the still very hard shafted down his throat again without batting an eyelash.

"I-I'm..." Severus cleared his throat trying to gather some semblance of coherency as his cock was devoured to the hilt. "I'm not sure, Professor. He failed to show up to my class. I expect he's lazing about as per usual. Have you tried checking the halls?" He sneered.

As punishment for false accusations Harry sucked harder on the engorged organ, letting his teeth scrape a bit harder over the ultra sensitive flesh, fingers tightening around his balls. This time Severus did whimper and it was loud enough for Minerva and several of the students to hear. They all gave Severus a peculiar look.

"Are you alright?" She queried as she walked a bit closer to the desk. Merlin, please not have her step any closer. Not while my pants are around my ankles and Harry Potter is sucking my cock.

"I- I am perfectly fi-ine, Minerva." He growled. He was going to kill Harry so good.

"If you say so, Severus. You don't look fine to me. Do you have a fever?" She huffed.

Harry released his grip on Severus' sac and braced himself on the man's thigh as he sucked at the prick with more enthusiasm, coaxing Snape's climax the way he knew the man loved.

The Potion's Master began to pant lightly; he was nearly falling off the edge, and would soon be if Potter kept sucking like that. The students of his class room were all looking at their Professors with great interest, and he could see Draco shooting him the most bizarre looks- he was rather pale as well.

He wanted to avoid this sort of attention completely, leave it to the brat to get him into this mess. Now not only was be being sucked off in front of his class, but Minerva was here too.

But Merlin, the boy knew just the way he liked it, ah-

Snape's balls tightened and with another powerful suck from Harry, the straining heat that was pooled inside him finally burst. He couldn't hold it in any longer, and a loud, guttural, almost animalistic howl erupted from his throat; his climax shook through his person violently and his cock spurted warm seed down Harry's throat, the voracious mouth swallowed it up greedily.

The look upon every face in the room was a mixture of wonder, terror, curiosity, and so many more reactions Snape did not want to investigate. Severus honestly couldn't care about any of it, his climax had left him weakened and satiated; he let his upper half collapse upon the top of his desk.

"What…what in Merlin's name was that all about!" Minerva gasped as she moved up to the desk, shaking Severus shoulder worryingly. Had he had a seizure?

Snape just mumbled what sounded like 'bugger off' in response.

Harry let the flaccid cock slip out of his mouth, after he had made sure to thoroughly clean it off. Taking out his wand Harry flicked it and with a whispered word righted Severus' pants, causing the Potions Master to grunt.

'Time to face the music'

Harry crawled out from under the desk, brushing his clothes off as he stood to full height. Gasps and murmuring could be heard as he turned around to face out into the room, his own erection straining painfully against his trousers for all to see. The look on McGonagall's face was priceless- it was blank at first, then morphed into surprise, disgust, and she finally paled- giving him a look of 'Oh Potter, what the fuck did you just do?'

Harry just smirked like nothing happened.

"The Headmaster wants to see me, Professor?" He asked innocently.

It took a full minute for Minerva to regain her ability to speak. She finally managed to answer. "Yes... Potter, he…he wishes to see you in his office." She stammered a bit.

"The password is still the same as last time." She finished as an afterthought. Harry nodded and walked around her to the door, exiting without looking over his shoulder.

The room went dead silent for a couple of minutes after Harry's departure, until Ron chimed in with a "Bloody fucking hell!" and the room erupted with laughing, retching, chatting.

Severus managed to lift his head up enough to glare at the ginger, then to Minerva who did her best to hide her snort of what was now amusement.

Severus lay there mortified and embarrassed. I'll get Harry for this.

Harry pushed the door open to the Headmaster's office and walked in, making his way to the front of the desk.

"Oh! Good afternoon Harry." Dumbledore greeted, "please have a seat my boy." He motioned for Harry to take a seat in one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk. "Lemon drop?"

"Good afternoon sir, and no thank you." Harry smiled.

"I see Severus isn't with you this time, Potter." Phineas Nigellus Black snorted from his frame behind the Headmaster. Harry eyed the portrait and ignored the comment.

"Why would he bring Severus with him if Albus is here?" Asked the voice of Dilys Derwent.

"Why wouldn't he?" Phineas countered, busting into laughter.

Albus ignored both portraits and spoke directly to Harry. "I am sure you are curious as to why I asked you here this afternoon." He smiled kindly. "This is about you and Severus."

Harry furrowed his brow and strained not to shoot him a glare. "What about Severus and I?" He asked in a defensive tone.

"After the display I found when I walked into my office, I think it would be prudent for the both of you to move at a slower pace, seeing as he is a teacher and you are a student." Albus finished.

"What are you blathering on about, Albus!" Phineas said indignantly, "they preformed beautifully! You and Minerva both could do with some excitement in your lives. Perhaps you should both take notes next time!" he scoffed.

Harry couldn't help himself and he split his sides in laughter. "Headmaster, while I do respect your opinion, I don't think I could honor your request. It is my relationship, not yours. If you want an apology for your desk, then I'm sorry."

"You're fortunate, Mr. Potter, Severus is rather impressive." Phineas said. He must have died in a state of drunkenness, unless he had always been this annoying. Harry decided to joke back. He wanted to ease the tension that could so easily build now that he had rejected the Headmaster's request.

"I am pretty lucky, but you already know that." Harry smirked up at the portrait.

"I cannot that believe you watched them Phineas!" Albus said in a scandalized tone.

"How could I not!" Phineas snorted. "I'm a portrait and you expect me to be on my best behavior."

"You weren't on your best behavior when you were alive." Dilys scoffed.

"Can it woman!" Phineas growled.

"If that is all Headmaster? It's about time for my next class to start. I do appreciate the concern, and I will try and keep things more between us in the future…though I don't want make any promises that I can't one-hundred percent keep." As amusing as he found the portraits and Albus, he really wanted to get out of here without hurting Dumbledore's feelings or coming across as disrespectful.

He had read the school rules, and while they were quite clear about student-student illicit activities, nowhere were teacher-student relations mentioned. He was not breaking any rules, and until he was, he had no plans of stopping.

"That's all, Harry." Albus sighed wearily as he dismissed Harry, well aware of the current loophole in his school policies. "In the future, please find somewhere more private a place to engage in sexual activities." He added thoughtfully. "I am looking into adding a rule about student-teacher affairs, but the Ministry of Magic is painfully slow when it comes to paperwork, and I suspect it will be several months before any changes can take effect. Until then, I cannot tell you what to do, merely ask that you try to avoid any more public displays of sexuality."

"I suppose now wouldn't be a good time to mention that Potter just sucked Severus off during his Potion's class, would it?" Phineas said with a great amount of amusement.

Harry quickly slipped out of the door before the Headmaster could call him back, he was certain he heard the man sigh heavily as the door clicked shut. As much as he hated to have the Headmaster stressed, Harry was truly happy for once in his life, and with Voldemort dead, wanted to try and live his life the way he wanted it to. And right now, he wanted Severus.

In fact, Harry was painfully aware of the fact that Albus was the least of his worries; Severus was going to wring his neck tonight.

And very possibly kill him.
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