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A Christmas Gift	By : Irana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 8306 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: The chapter is unbeta-d at the moment, but I wanted you to have it. The phrase follwed by the * is borrowed from Rushlight's 'Rite of Passage'.

5. Yule Ball: The Event

Albus twinkled at the group of people clustered in the
antechamber off the Great Hall. He had
chosen this room for its rather close quarters, requiring those enclosed within
it to stand closer to each other than they probably would have. This pleased Albus to no end as he could
sense the emotions running like a wild river current beneath the surface of the
sea of calm faces waiting for him to speak.
He had requested that the students with Professors as dates be present
for this little conversation. He could
see the confusion on their faces. Ias tas time to begin.

Severus saw the twinkling and knew that he wasn�t going to
like whatever the old man had to say.
Either that or it would make him very uncomfortable. He sighed, frustrated, and wished the man
would just get on with it. Almost as if he heard him, Albus began speaking.

�It is such a pleasure to have the young people here this
evening. Welcome. I for one have missed this aspect of life at Hogwarts.� He
surveyed the faces, inwardly laughing at the looks of confusion and
consternation his words thus far garnered. �Now. I just want to set forth the ground rules for the Ball
tonight. You are all to set an example
for the rest of the school to follow.
We need all the cheer we can get, but there is also the need to provide
good models for our other young people to follow. Because of this, I wish to address a matter of a rather delicate
nature. You are all aware of the First
Time Ritual* I presume?�

There was a low chorus of groans from the teachers and utter
confusion from the students.

�Bloody hell Albus!
What does that have to do with tonight?� snapped Severus. Oh
Merlin! an>Wan>Why did he have to bring that
up? As if I�m not having a difficult
enough time trying to keep my hands off Harry. He would mention that damnable
ritual. What the hell is he plotting?

�Yes Albus. Why are
we discussing this now? And in front of the children?� inquired Minerva
McGonagall, a shrewd look of calculation in her eyes.

Remus sniffed gently. There was a riot of emotions coming
from everyone in the room. The predominant scent was desire. He smiled. Albus was rarely wrong.

Harry blushed. He
had a feeling that whatever Dumbledore was talking about had to do with
sex. He wasnure ure he could be in the
room with Rus looking the way he looked while Dumbledore discussed sex and not
pounce on the man. He squirmed as he felt his body stir and was suddenly
grateful his robe was closed.

Albus merely continued speaking as though he had never been
interrupted. �The First Time Ritual* is
an act of coming of age for a witch or wizard. True, in Wizarding society, you
are considered to have reached your physical majority at 16, however, without
this ritual, you will not reach your magically majority. This ritual has fallen a bit out of favor,
but it is still practiced, and of course, young people manage to find ways to
release their magic anyway.� eye eyes twinkled as he looked knowingly at
specific people in the room.

�What you may not
know is that this particular ritual was the basis for the rules governing
students dating among professors. I am
aware that there are definite�ah, interests, here among us, and I thought it
best that I address it now, before it becomes enough of an issue for you to
ask. Of course, if anything comes of
any of the events of this evening that results in any serious relationships, or
desire for relationships,� he clarified, eyes drifting to Severus and then
Harry before resting lightly on Seamus, �there are ritual words to indicate
this. The requirements for dating
between professors anddentdents are these. Both parties must be of age. The
relationship must be consensual on both p, no, no coercion in any way, shape or
form. Professors must remove the
student they are involved with from their classes and arrange for them to be
tutored in that subject. Your meetings
are to be discreet and students must abide by curfew, with the exception of the
weekends and holidays. Now, are there
any questions before we begin the Ball?�

Neville timidly raised his hand, studiously ignoring
Severus� glare in his direction. �Sir, are you saying that we can, you know,
date the professors more than just this once?�

�Why yes Mr. Longbottom.
That is exactly what I�m saying.
But, as with all things, there is form to be followed in order for that
to take place. Think of it as a form of
courtship. Only instead of asking
permission of a parent, you are asking permission from the person you wish to
pursue.� The twinkle in his eyes increased tenfold.

Neville glanced sidelong at Professor Sprout and
blushed. His action was unknowingly
mirrored on the faces of Seamus and Harry.
Remus was surprised to note a slight pink on the sallow face of Severus
Snape. He resolved to talk to the man later. Harry just may have a real
chance there, he thought with not a small amount of satisfaction. Those
two are meant to be mated. There was no doubt in his mind about that at
all.

***

Harry and Severus found themselves sharing a table with
Remus and Seamus. All concerned were
convinced that this occurrence was by the headmaster�s design. At first, conversation was stilted,
partially because of the meeting they had just attended, partially because
while they each wished to speak to their dates, they had no wish to do so where
others could hear. However, with the
arrival of food and drink and general conversation about nothing in particular,
defenses relaxed enough for them to actually speak amicably.

Harry leaned over toward Seamus and whispered at him. �Having a good time then Seamus?�

Voice soft, Seamus whispered back, �Aye. You were right Harry. He is fun to talk to. And easy to talk to too.�

As the boys conducted their sotto voice conversation, Remus
decided now might be a good time to begin on Severus. Keeping his voice low, he asked what he most needed to know, and
what would garner the truest answer.

�Severus, did you know that Harry is a virgin?� The Marauder in him crowed in triumph as he
observed his colleague.

A spike of white-hot desire flowed through Snape�s body and
pooled in his groin at the other professors words. Arousal made his voice harsher as he spat �What possible interest
could that piece of knowledge be to me?�

Remus smiled. �Oh, I don�t know. No interest at all apparently. Pity really, since�� he allowed his voice to trail off as he took
a sip from the glass of red that had appeared in front of him with the meal.

Curious despite himself, and unwilling to allow the werewolf
to know just how much this turn in conversation was affecting him, he took the
bait. �Since what?� he bit out waspishly.

�Come now Severus.
How can you miss the way his eyes follow every movement you
make?�

�His eyes do not�and what business is it of yours in any
case? I can assure you his�desires,� he
stumbled a bit over the word, �mean absolutely nothing to me.�

To his surprise, and that of the others at the table, Remus
burst out laughing. Every time it
appeared the DADA professor had control of himself, he would look at Severus,
sniff, and commence again.

�I insist you stop that ridiculous cackling at once.�

Finally, controlling himself, Remus gave a demure, �Yes
Severus,� and promptly chuckled again.
More in control of himself, he looked at his date and politely enquired
if he would care to take a stroll around the lake. At Seamus� bright smile and nod, he and his date rose to
leave. Winking at Harry and smiling at
Severus, Remus smoothly took Seamus� and lnd led him in the direction of the
front doors.

�What was that all about?� Harry asked curiously.

�I have no idea at all Mr. Potter. I suggest you ask that�I suggest you ask Lupin yourself.�

Eyebrow raised, Harry murmured, �I rather thought you had
agreed to call me Harry.�

A feral grin flitted across Snape�s face and a small light
appeared at the back of his eyes. �So I
did�Harry.� He leaned closer, unintentionally setting his date�s heart racing.
�Shall we shock the lf thf them?� he asked conspiratorially.

Immediately, Harry�s eyes lit with mischief. �What did you
have in mind Professor?�

The gleam in his eyes brighter, Severus stood and extended a
hand to Harry. �Shall we dance?�

Surprised, Harry could only nod. It wasn�t until they made the floor that he remembered.
�Professor,� he whispered urgently �I�m really not much of a dancer.�

Severus smiled down at him. �Relax Harry, and just follow my
lead.�

So saying, Snape closed one arm about the boy�s waist and
took his other hand in his. The music
began and Severus swept him into the steps of the dance confidently, not giving
him time to be nervous at all.

At another table, Hermione frantically pulled at Ron�s
sleeve. It wasn�t till Dean said in a
shocked voice �Blimey. Would you look
at that?� when Ron finally looked up from his food.

�Oh my god, I think I�m going to be sick,� Ron whimpered.

�Honestly Ron, what did you expect? It�s not like you didn�t know they�d be here
together. Did you think they would just
sit in a dark corner somewhere and hide?�
Hermione�s voice sliced through the shock at the table.

�They�re together?� breathed Padma, Dean�s date for the
evening.

Hermione smiled.
Padma was a gossip, but in this case, that fact could only help. �Not
yet, but mark my words, they will be.
Just look at them. I think they
look fabulous together, don�t you?�

Ron sighed, but privately he agreed. He just couldn�t get over the fact that it
was Snape. But if Harry was happy��Yeah
�Mione. They do,� he agreed and
received a brilliant smile from his girlfriend. The thought of the snogging he would receive for that comment
made his lips stretch widely in response.
There are definite benefits to supporting Harry in this, he
thought.

Those watching could only stare in amazement. Harry and Severus truly did make an
impressive sight on the dance floor.
Harry was held securely against Snape�s larger body, his feet following
blindly along Severus� movements. They
twisted and twirled their way through the dance like a snake entrancing it�s
prey. When the music stopped and Rus
let go and stepped away to bow slightly to his partner, Harry felt�naked�and
bereft. He moved instantly towards
Severus, smiling, and took his hand again.
Oblivious to the attention they garnered, he tugged on the hand he held,
and led his Professor through the doors of the Great Hall. Absolute silence followed in their wake,
changing to a low buzz of voices once they stepped through the doors.

***

At the table he shared with Minerva, Flitwick and Hooch,
Albus smiled watching them and his eyes gleamed. Everything was going just perfectly.

***

Harry wasn�t sure where he was going, or what exactly he was
doing. He just knew he wanted his
Professor alone and that the man was willingly going along with his
wishes. Severus, for his part, was
dimly aware of the fact that they seemed to be headed for the Potions
classroom, as most of his attention was focused on the hand holding his and the
fact that the had had willingly reclaimed it in front of virtually the entire
school.yes"> Laughing softly at himself he looked up at Severus and said,
�Everything is fine. Perfect even.� Except
that I have no idea how to go about kissing you.

Severus looked at him, the mistletoe, then back at Harry,
thinking how much he d lid like to kiss the man-child in front of him. The mistletoe would be the perfect excuse to
allow him somng hng he�d been craving for a very long time. And after all, he told himself, Harry
is the one who stopped us here. I can
hardly be blamed for following tradition.
He firmly ignored the fact that he wanted this moment more than any he
could remember.

�Yes professor?� Breathy, wanting and filled with desire was
the sound of Harry�s voice as he answered.

�You are aware of the tradition accompanying mistletoe are
you not?�

Harry gasped. Does he want to kiss me? Is he going to? �Yes professor,� he
breathed, voice and tone answering more than the question asked. Please, oh
please kiss me.

Severus stepped forward, sliding a hand under Harry�s chin
and titling his head up before slowly lowering his. He wanted to give Harry a
chance to pull away or move if he didn�t want this, but he had to taste him at
least once. But Harry wasn�t moving
away. He was moving closer. Before that
thought could fully register, Severus felt soft lips brushing against his own.

The lips moved slightly back and Harry�s eyes met those of
the man he had been dreaming about, wanting for months, longer if he was honest
and saw the question and fear in them.
Groaning, he closed the distance between them and took those lips
again. Harry made a soft sound in the
back of his throat and gasped. Snape
took that moment to slide his tongue inside Harry�s mouth and felt his body
clenching as he got his first real taste of Harry Potter�s mouth.

Merlin he�s sweet.
Harry tasted like honey and sunshine and wind. Severus fancied he could taste innocence on the tongue that
slowly stroked over his own, feel it in the body that pressed closer to his as
the kiss deepened.

Harry let himself drown in the wine and chocolate taste of
Severus� mouth. He knew he was pressing
himself closer to the man, but he couldn�t help it, he�d wanted this for so long.
He broke from the kiss long enough to breathe and heard Rus mutter �so very
sweet� before his mouth was taken again.

It wasn�t enough.
He had to have more, had to touch him.
And so he did, allowing his hands to slide beneath the green silk of
Harry�s robe, mind chanting �Just once� as he slid his hands up and down
Harry�s back, stopping at his hips and pulling him closer still.

Harry moaned. Gods this is good. So good. He felt
hands sliding the length of his back and poured himself into the kiss, gave
everything he had. A strangled sound
emitted from his throat as he felt Rus� hands settle at his hips and pull him
forward. His cock connected with the
man�s thigh and instantly hardened.

Severus moaned. So hot.
So hard. Merlin! He�s hard. For me!
The thought sent heat through his system causing a response he was used
to hiding around the boy-man in his arms, but no more. He ground his hips forward, grazing Harry�s
stomach above his groin before pushing him backwards and shoving a leg between
Harry�s, pressing against the erection that felt branded into his thigh.

Harry couldn�t help it.
His hips moved frantically against the leg rubbing against his
cock. He could come this way he was
sure. Because Rus was hard, he knew
it. He could feel the thick rod against
him, hot and hard through the pants he wore under his robes, rocking against
him in the same desperate tattoo his own hips were making. Oh Merlin, the sounds he�s making. The hotly arousing grunts and moans coming
from the man he fantasized about in the shower. Oh and his hands. His hands were cupping the cheeks of Harry�s
ass and squeezing and Harry bucked forward, arms tightening, body tensing as he
came hard at the mental image of what they must look like against each other in
the hall.

Severus felt it, the moment before Harry came. Felt him tense, felt the warm heat that
bloomed against his leg and it was he he could do to keep himself from
dropping to his knees and ripping open Harry�s trousers so he could taste his
seed. He groaned, and for the first
time ever, came in his trousers, the image of Harry�s cock in his mouth so real
it was his undoing.

He gave the firm globes in handsands one last squeeze before
bringing his hands up to Harry�s waist.
He leaned his head against the wall and adjusted their legs, pulling
himself even closer to Harry. He felt
light kisses and nips against his neck and shuddered, too overwhelmed by the
experience to do more. And so they
stayed, catching their breath and holding each other, for long moments after.
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