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Harry Potter and the Book of Days	By : Stoeffl Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Harry and all the other Characters from the books are not mine, they are JK Rowling's
Warning: Although not all the time there will definitely be slash (m/m) in this story, so if somebody doesn't like two men get up close and personal please don't read it.
Pairings: The only one that will be of any interest to you is SS/HP, which is the one rated NC-17.

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Chapter Six
Umberford

"Hurry up, and stay close together." McGonagall shepherded the students toward a huge old English Manor. It looked like the summer residence of some aristocrat, and the heavy grey stones of which it was built gave the whole building an imposing atmosphere. The drive was flanked by chestnut trees, and in front of the entrance was a beautifully groomed flowerbed.

It was a fresh autumn day, and the sky was covered with clouds. A slightly chilly breeze made everybody draw their cloaks closer to keep warm.

The strange group - consisting of a bunch of teenagers; a funny-looking old man; a dark, brooding man; and a thin, strict woman - stopped and took the building in.

On the right side of the Manor stood a modern complex, connected to the older building by a glass corridor. The whole premise looked not very comfortable.

"Come on, catch up!" A sudden voice made the whole assembly turn to the left in unison. "Are you men, or are you sissies?"

A small group appeared behind the trees on the left of the drive. It was lead by a man in his late twenties with hazelnut brown hair. He looked sporty and seemed to be enjoying himself. His ice-blue eyes sparkled happily.

The group following behind didn't look half as eager and happy as the man. The boys, about fifteen years old, looked tired and annoyed. The majority were covered with dirt and mud. It seemed like the whole group had been spending a fair amount of time outside.

When the man saw the newcomers on the drive, he signalled the group to stop and approached the strangers.

"Good day, m'lady," he said and bowed to Professor McGonagall, who in turn blushed lightly, "and gentlemen."

Dumbledore smiled impishly, and Snape scowled at the young man.

"I guess you're the visitors from the exchange school. Let me welcome you to Umberford. My name is Sean Slater, and I'm the PE instructor of this faculty. I make sure that the students stay fit and trim. My saying is that a healthy body always hosts a healthy mind." During his small speech, Professor Sean Slater had shaken hands with Dumbledore and Snape, and the latter glared death at the enthusiastic teacher.

"Now, you'll have to excuse us, but we're not quite finished yet. Headmaster Feinstein will welcome you in the Entrance Hall. Good day!" The PE instructor returned to his students, beaming encouragingly at them. "Come on, catch up! We still have three more miles to go." With this, he started jogging and disappeared behind the trees again.

The group of boys groaned and followed him unhappily, some cursing under their breath.

Dean and Seamus looked at one another and shook with silent laughter.

"He somehow reminds me of Lockhart," murmured Ron, shaking his head. "Poor guys, I wonder how long they've already had to run."

Seamus let out a short laugh. "By looks of it, for days."

Harry smiled at his friends and shook his head in disbelief. He had wondered what the Muggle school would be like, but he hadn't expected this. Somehow, the calmness with which the teacher and the students had accepted the fact that their visitors came from a school for witchcraft and wizardry was very reassuring for him.

"Well, here we have the first big difference between the two schools: they're doing sports, and we don't." Seamus looked to the left side of the drive, trying to catch a last glimpse of the entertaining distraction.

"That's not entirely true," Hermione reminded. "While the majority doesn't work out, we still have Quidditch at Hogwarts, and that counts as sport."

Ron nodded. "Yeah, so we aren't so different, after all."

"Hn," Draco Malfoy snorted with disgust. "I'd very much like to remind you that I have absolutely nothing in common with these Muggles."

The blonde Slytherin eyed the school in front of them suspiciously.

"What are we waiting for? Let us go inside." Dumbledore took the lead, approaching the entrance, the other two teachers and the students trailing behind him.

Behind the entrance doors a spacious hall was revealed. It was decorated with medieval tapestries. Heavy glass showcases lined the walls on either side, putting old school chronicles and documents on display.

Opposite the entrance, a broad staircase led to the upper floors.

The Hogwarts group crowded in the middle of the hall and gaped at their surroundings.

"Looks a little bit like Hogwarts, doesn't it?" asked Ron. He looked up at the ceiling and saw beautifully crafted wooden panels. "I kinda like it."

Harry nodded and studied the tapestry to his right, which showed a medieval hunting scene. Three men were riding out of a forest, the lead rider carrying a falcon on one arm and being followed by a pack of dogs.

"This is not tolerable, Sigmund. I talked with George, and he agreed with me that changes have to be made," a shrill voice echoed down the stairs.

"Now, now, my dear Gertrude, you know that changing the curriculum would have not have an effect on the average of the grades. We have no major in science, and therefore they simply have a lower basic knowledge than Berkeley. I'd advise you to write easier tests for the other three majors." Feinstein came into view at the top of the staircase. Beside him stood a middle-aged woman with chestnut coloured hair. She wore it in a tight bun, very much like Professor McGonagall.

"You can't seriously expect me to lower the test level. They are here to attain a certain amount of basic knowledge, and I've never heard you proposing Professor Ramdisk or Professor Loos to do this with their tests, either!" She scowled at the headmaster and stomped out of view.

"Well, Sigmund, seems like you've got the same problems here that we have at Hogwarts." Dumbledore laughed and sent a sideways glance to Professors McGonagall and Snape.

"It's the same everywhere." Feinstein smiled amiably at the visitors and descended the stairs. "The whole affair could easily be solved if the students would learn more in the subjects outside their majors." The Muggle headmaster approached the group and shook hands with the teachers. He turned to the students and bowed. "Welcome to Umberford! I hope your journey here has been without any complications." He stepped to the right and motioned to a door on the left side of the staircase. "If you would be so kind to follow me."

The assembly stirred to life and moved to the adjoining room. It turned out to be not a room but a huge festival hall with beautiful, colourful frescos adorning the walls, displaying scenes of exotic places.

"I fear our Festival Hall is not as big as your Great Hall," their host apologised. He begged them to sit down on the chairs which had especially been brought here for this occasion. "Before you meet your project partners, I have to explain a few things. First of all, let me tell you a little bit about the history of Umberford. The school was established in 1848 after the liquidation and was, in the beginning, an all-boys school. It has always been divided into different majors. There used to be three of them, until six years ago when a fourth one was added. You'll probably wonder what a major is. It is some kind of field or topic the particular major specialises in. Here at Umberford we have Aristotle, which specialises in Computers and Technology, Berkeley, which concentrates on sciences like Chemistry, Physics and Biy, Cy, Cicero, which focuses on Design and Architecture, and Descartes, which is our Arts major. You can kind of compare them with your houses. For the duration of the school year, each of your houses will be paired up with a major from Umberford. It will be your task to work together in order to collect points for youuse use Cup. Before we explain further plans, I think it wise to introduce you to your partners. The pairs will be as followed:

Aristotle and Slytherin
Berkeley and Gryffindor
Cicero and Ravenclaw
Descartes and Hufflepuff

Now, I think that the classes should have arrived already. Let us welcome them."

The Muggle headmaster clapped his hands, and the doors opened to reveal a huge group of students waiting in the Entrance Hall. They split up into four different parties which were each led by a teacher. The Umberford students trailed into the festival hall behind the adults and took their seats between the Hogwarts witches and wizards.

"Now I would really appreciate it iu wou would get up and rearrange the seat order so everybody is sitting next to a partner."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the other Gryffindors got up from their seats and looked around for any clue to where the Berkeley students were sitting. The Muggles wore uniforms adorned with badges. There were a dolphin, a horse, a bird and a lizard.

"What house are you from?" Hermione turned to the friendly inquiring voice next to her. A brown-haired girl smiled encouragingly at her. "Are you from Hufflepuff?"

Ron snorted, amused. "We are definitely not from Hufflepuff; we're Gryffindor." He beamed proudly at the girl, who seemed to be disappointed about the negation.

"What major are you?"

"I'm Descartes, Musical Arts." She turned to the side and pointed to a group of six students at the back of the hall who seemed to be caught in a heated discussion. "Since you are from Gryffindor, you'll be probably looking for Berkeley. They're from the science major, and they should even be of your age. Bye!"

She disappeared in the mass of students and continued her search for her classmates and her project partners.

"Well, let's get going." Hermione moved through the crowd, keeping her eyes on the talking group, and led her housemates to the back of the room.

"I tell you, the solution of the problem is far easier if you try to see it from a different perspective." The speaker was a black-haired boy who seemed trying to convince his opposite, a boy with sepia-brown hair, of his point of view. "Believe me, Fëanor, your way is far more complicated and time-consuming."

Fëanor just shrugged. "If you say so, Vince, I'm gonna believe you. You are the Physics genius, after all.”

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Gryffindor group quietly stopped behind the Muggles and waited to be noticed. Harry took a good look at their future partners . The black-haired boy who had done most of the talking till now had black eyes, which were revealed as midnight-blue when inspected closely. His very light complexion was a heavy contrast to the otherwise dark features. His counterpart in the discussion, who had been called Fëanor, had friendly, smiling sea-green eyes which sometimes sparkled softly.

A red head turned and noticed the spectators. "Hi, can we be of any help?" He smiled kindly at the strangers.

"Well, really, we wanted to introduce ourselves to you. We're your project partners from Hogwarts. Our house is Gryffindor, and your major would be Berkeley, wouldn't it?" Hermione shook hands with the boy and lightly bowed to the others.

"Oh, so you're from this Magic school." A tall blonde girl took Hermione's offered hand, shaking it and nodding to the rest of the Hogwarts students. "My name is Valerie Jade, and these are my classmates. The silly rustyhead's name is Nicholas Puck, the black-haired genius is Vincent Flannegan, and the guy with the brown hair is my boyfriend, Charles Remington. The girls are Sarah Mayrhofer and her older sister Ulrike Mayrhofer."

During the introduction Valerie had shaken hands with Ron, Harry, Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Colin Creevey. Now everybody was shaking hands with everybody else, introducing themselves to each other.

"By the way, since we are partners - and I hope friends - you can call me Val. Valerie sounds far too formal."

"Please feel free, to call me Ron, too, 'cause I don’t really like the sound of Ronald. My mother only calls me that when she's angry at me." Ron smiled at Val, who laughed at his explanation.

"Sounds familiar." She glanced at her boyfriend, who smiled at her in return.

"Excuse me for being rude, but I couldn't help overhearing Vincent calling you Fëanor, and now Val has introduced you to us as Charles?" Harry asked the brown-haired boy.

" Val asked you to use her nickname, so you should use mine too. You see, my whole name is Charles Fëanor Remington, and since that's a very long name and Charles is a quite common one, I decided to use my second surname for my friends and family. I think that it's very cool." Fëanor proudly explained. "My parents, or rather my father read the name in Tolkien's ‘The Simarillion', and he chose to name his child after his favourite character. You have to know that Fëanor in this book is a high Elven king, and his name means ‘Spirit of the Fire'. I love that; it sounds so mysterious and powerful, don't you think?"

"Whoa, that name is wicked!" Ron stared at Fëanor in awe. "My name doesn't mean anything."

"That's not true; every name has a meaning," Val assured Ron. "You just have to find out where it came from, and then you look up what the word means. There are books in which you can look up the meaning of your name."

"That sounds terrific. Do you think we might be able to do that?" Ron got all excited. He was more than curious what his name actually meant. Maybe something like ‘The brave Warrior.'

"Sure. It should be no problem at all."

The group had moved from the back of the hall to the seats and arranged themselves so they could talk to each other. Most of the students had finally sat down, and therefore the former chaos and noise had decreased to a tolerable level. The different working-parties had gathered together, and the room was now divided into four different groups of about one-hundred and sixty students.

"Very well, I see that you were able to find your colleagues and that you have already been introducing yourselves. Now, if all of you could be so kind to listen to what Professor Dumbledore and I have to tell you." Feinstein motioned the older wizard to come to his side, and they waited for the teenagers to calm down. Behind them, McGonagall and Snape were quietly talking to the other four teachers.

"Not only the students will be paired up, but also the Heads of House and the Headteachers will be assigned to one another. Slytherin and Aristotle will be able to contact Professor Snape from Hogwarts or Professor Ramdisk, who is our Computer instructor here at Umberford. Gryffindor's and Berkeley's confidential teachers are Professor McGonagall and Professor Base. Ravenclaw and Cicero, please be so kind to approach either Professor Flitwick or Professor Loos. Hufflepuff and Descartes will be able to go to Professor Sprout or Professor Scarlatti to confide in." The Muggle headmaster stepped back leaving the rest of the instructions and explanations to Albus Dumbledore.

The old wizard smiled at the young faces in front of him and twinkled in Harry's direction. His colourful robes rustled when he turned back to the teachers, motioning his deputy headmistress to join him. McGonagall stepped up to Professor Dumbledore and handed him a scroll from a pocket inside her cloak. After that, she retreated to the other teachers waiting for the Hogwart's headmaster to continue. The old wizard took a short look at it and put it away.

"First of all, I want to greet all the students of Umberford, and I want to thank them for participating in this little experiment. Most of you will wonder why this exchange came into being so unexpectedly, and I assure you that everything concerning the motives and goals of the project will be explained by your teachers and your project partners. My responsibility and job is to introduce our programme to you and explain what you are expected to do."

The whole student body listened closely and with rapt attention to Dumbledore's words.

"It is planned to introduce our different worlds to one another, which means that the students of Umberford are going to visit Hogwarts, where they will also have lessons, and Hogwarts students are going to spend some time here at Umberford and participate with the classes. Additionally, there will be certain events where you'll have the possibility to get to know each other and your different cultures better. The first event will be on October 31st, Halloween, which we are going to celebrate together at Hogwarts and at Umberford. Second, there will be a school play in the week before the Christmas holidays, and I expect both, students from Hogwarts and from Umberford to participate. The topic should be appealing to both schools, since it is Faust, the famous play by the German poet and playwright Johann Wolfgang Goethe. The last event will be on February 14th, Valentine's Day. There will be a ball at Umberford which everybody will attend."

The former silence was gone with the interesting and exciting news. All the students were shuffling anxiously on their seats, and loud whispers could be heard.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at each other.

"Hey, a play. I definitely have to go to the casting." Valerie seemed already to be pondering about which role she'd like to play. "I guess I'd like to be either Margarete or her chambermaid."

"You know the play?" Hermione asked her, surprised.

"Of course I know the play. I believe it's the most famous German play that was ever written. Goethe wrote it after having read Christopher Marlowe's English version of Doctor Faustus and remembering folk- and children's stories from his childhood about the very same person. He decided to write a play about it. It's quite hard to read because of its rhymes. It's a two-parter but the second part is by far not as popular as the first. If I remember correctly, Goethe finished the final version of the second part only one year before he died, and he never saw it performed."

"Wow, sounds quite interesting. Who was this Faust guy? What did he do to become so famous?" Ron was fascinated by the mere idea of so much popularity.

"I think I know this man," Harry carefully said. "During my research for the History of Magic summer assignment I read something about a wizard by the same name. He got banished from several towns and villages after causing quite a tumult, using magic in front of Muggles many times."

Val seemed to ponder Harry's assumptions and nodded her head in agreement. "That could easily be possible. Maybe we could do some research about Faust and find out if he really is the same one." She loved this exchange project already, thinking about all the different research that had to be done.

Their discussion abruptly stopped when Dumbledore cleared his throat and asked for attention. "Please, calm down. Have just a bit more patience. I know you are very excited now and you want to talk about the upcoming events, but I assure you, you'll have more than enough time to share your thoughts with your fellow students as soon as I have finished my introduction of the most important points of the programme."

The students continued to whisper, and hushed words could be heard. It was nearly impossible to calm the teenagers, but after several minutes it was quiet enough for the Hogwarts headmaster to continue.

"I will now explain what your co-operation will consist of. In addition to your normal studies, you'll have to work on various projects which will be assigned to you at the beginning of each month. You will have to work on it for the duration of the month. There will also be weekly tasks which to help you to learn how to co-operate effectively. For every successful finished task and assignment, your party will receive points. You are also able to win points during normal class participation. This is shouldn't surprise the students from Hogwarts, but for the students of Umberford this is new. At the end of the school year each group's points will be counted, and the party with the highest count will win the House Cup. Now, the most important things have been explained, and I advise you to use the next two and a half hours to get to know each other better. Oh, before I completely forget about it, tomorrow Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw will move to Umberford for the next month, where they will receive the instructions for their first task. Aristotle and Berkeley will come to Hogwarts. I wish you all a nice afternoon." Dumbledore nodded his goodbye and joined Feinstein and the teachers, who left the hall through a side exit.

As soon as they had been released, the students started heated discussions about their work and the upcoming events. Surprisingly, even the Slytherins were civil and talked with their assigned partners, who somehow looked as snobbish and annoyed as them.

Harry noticed Draco Malfoy talking with a ashen-haired girl, whose lilac eyes seemed to assess her unexpected 'friends'. She wore camel coloured velvet trousers and a purple shirt which was covered with golden dust. "Em, Fëanor, who's that girl over there?" Harry tried to inconspicuously point at the person Malfoy was talking to.

"Who do you mean?" Fëanor studied the bunch of teenagers at the opposite side of the hall. When he spotted the person Harry had been pointing at, his good mood vanished, and he grumpily glared at the girl in question. "That's Alicia Silver, the most arrogant and conceited person I've ever had the honour to meet."

Ron snorted and watched his arch-enemy converse with the Muggle girl. "That's not likely to be true for very much longer, cause I don't think it to be possible that she's worse than Malfoy."

Their attention shifted away from the Slytherin and his Aristotle friend when they heard a loud laugh.

"No way. They can't force me to do this!" Seamus pouted angrily and stamped his foot. "I am not going to do sports! I mean, this instructor guy you have here is nuts. There is absolutely no possible way I am going to run through fields and forests with this weirdo!"

Nick was still laughing his head off. The boy was almost choking, unable to breath properly because of his hysteric fit. "Weirdo suits Professor Slater perfectly."

Fëanor shook his head and smiled, amused. "I should warn you, don't try to refuse doing anything Professor Slater asks you to do, because it is definitely not worth the consequences."

Nick agreed with him, finally able to breath normally. His face was dark red because of the lack of air. The rusty-haired boy grinned grimly at Seamus and said, "You know, a Descartes once tried to refuse to participate at the semi-marathon the class had to run. Slater got so angry that the poor guy had not only to participate with his own class, but also with the other majors. Nobody ever refused Slater after that incident."

Seamus's shocked expression was too much for Harry, who burst out laughing. "I fear that Seamus won't be able help us with our tasks because he'll be running and swimming to South-Africa and back again."

The whole group laughed heartily at the picture of a dirty and travel-stained Seamus jogging to Johannesburg.

Seamus blew them a raspberry but grinned happily.

Travelling back to Hogwarts through the portal had been more difficult than the journey to Umberford. Not a single student paid attention to their teachers because they were far too agitated and exited about their meeting with the Muggles. Even the Slytherins had not been able to deny a certain curiosity towards their partners.

Most of the afternoon, during which they had been toured through the whole building and the connected sport hall, the young witches and wizards had marvelled at the inventions of Muggle science which had brought such astonishing things like electricity and its further uses into existence. The Muggle-borns had smiled amusedly at their wizard-born schoolmates and their fascination with something so simple as electric lights. It had taken almost forty-five minutes before the tour had been able to continue after their introduction to this artificial light source.

Surprisingly, the partners could not have been matched better than they already were, since the Muggle and wizard partners were similar not only in behaviour, also in character. It had come as quite a surprise when Malfoy's newfound friend Silver had sneered snobbishly at Fëanor and the rest of the Berkeley group. Ron had had to admit afterward that she was definitely as bad as their Slytherin arch-enemy.

So now the excited but equally exhausted teenagers returned to Hogwarts and were welcomed back by a curious and inquisitive assembly of first, second, and seventh years. The far-travelled housemates eagerly satisfied their friends' curiosity, and soon descriptions of new and unknown things and tales from entertaining and interesting incidents could be heard everywhere in the old castle. There wasn't a single corridor that was not filled with the sound of voices telling amazing stories and most enjoyable experiences.

After dinner in the Great Hall, the different houses left for their common rooms still chatting about their great day.

Harry searched the staff table for any sign of the dark Potions Master. He was about to dread that the man hadn't come up from the dungeons for the meal when he caught the glimpse of a dark figure disappearing through a side exit. The professor left without looking back, not noticing the three Gryffindors watching his retreat.

"You have to talk to him about that afternoon, Harry." Hermione saw the longing in her friend's eyes, and she knew that the he desperately wished to follow Snape.

Ron frowned at his two friends, not able to decide what kind of advice to give since he feared to worsen the already nerve-wracking situation.

"What do you expect me to do, Hermione? I can't just go to him and say something like; 'Professor, relax. Let's take it like adults and not make a fuss about it.'" Harry was clearly frustrated. Ever since that certain afternoon in the dungeons, he had been unable to even look the man in the eyes. He had been afraid that Snape would go to Dumbledore and tell him about Harry's behaviour. Surprisingly, the Potions Master hadn't done anything of the sort. He had simply ignored the Gryffindor as well and as often as possible.

"Tell you what, Harry," Ron had finally decided what to say. "Although I'm not quite sure how it will end, I think the best thing you can do is to go to his office and confront him. I mean, today is the last day of your detention, and you could always say you came to him to ask if there was anything he wanted you to do." The redhead squeezed Harry's shoulder encouragingly. "Just go to him and see what will happen."

Harry lifted his chin determinedly and nodded. "Okay, I'm going to his office, but I am afraid of what he'll say."

While his friends and housemates were gathering in the Gryffindor common room and enjoying the comfortable and peaceful end of an exciting day, Harry once more made his way through the dungeons. He already knew every twist and turn of the cold, damp corridors. Harry took his time and used it to ponder on what he'd say to Snape. Anxiously, he reached the corridor to Snape's office and approached the door.

It took about two minutes before his soft knocking was answered by grumbled cursing on the other side of the door. It swung open, and Harry stood face to face with Snape.

The professor seemed quite surprised with his visitor's identity, but he nevertheless asked him to enter. "Well, Mr Potter, did you come here to tell me what a wonderful and exciting day it has been? Because let me assure you, I am not the slightest bit interested." Snape stalked to his desk and started cleaning up spilt ink, which was about to stain every parchment on the furniture.

"Let me help you, sir." Harry rushed to the desk right in time to stop a large amount of the spilt ink from dripping on the floor. He used his robe to wipe away the offending liquid and carefully collected the unstained books and parchments.

"Put them over there on the bookcase." Snape cursed under his breath and cleaned the smudged pages with a cleaning spell. "I hope you realise that this chaos is all your fault, Mr Potter. Ten points will be taken from Gryffindor for your thoughtless behaviour."

Harry rolled his eyes. Well, what else had he been expecting? Of course Snape would blame him for this. "I'm sorry, Professor."

"Hn," snorted the Potions Master. "Of course you're sorry; you always are. Maybe you could, for a change, think before you act, then you wouldn't always have to be sorry for what you're doing."

Harry silently approached the teacher, who was still occupied with looking through the parchments, making sure all of them were clean now. When he had reached his destination, Harry waited for the man to notice him. He didn't have to wait for long.

"Potter, what do you want? Why do you Gryffindors always have to be so annoying?" Snape glared at the black-haired youth who studied him closely. The intensive stare was quite unnerving, and he was about to demand that the boy step back when Potter moved even closer. The Potions Master started to sweat. He felt a certain tingling in his stomach, and the last time this young man had stood so close to him surfaced in his mind.

"Professor, I wanted to talk to you." Harry felt the heat radiating off the body in front of him. The scent of smoke, spices, and old paper clung to his dark garments. The man leaned back to increase the distance between the two of them. "I wanted to apologise for my inappropriate behaviour last week. It was not right to do this without asking your permission first."

The usually quick and sharp-tongued professor gaped at the boy in front of him. After some more gasping, he found his voice and ability to speak again. "Excuse me, Mr Potter, but I am afraid today's excursion damaged your brain."

Harry closed the remaining distance between them and carefully pressed his smaller frame against Snape's rigid body. He shivered deliciously when he felt the other's muscles shift under the soft black robes.

"Potter, stand back and explain yourself," came the growled order from Snape, who was now too affected by the other body's closeness. "Stop whatever you're trying to do and leave this office at once, or else...."

"Or else what, Professor?" purred Harry, who had finally lost control over his hormone-overloaded body.

The teacher felt the boy's beginning erection and narrowed his eyes, scowling. Snape grabbed Potter's shoulders and was about to shove the boy away when the other stood on tiptoes and kissed him hard.

Harry trembled furiously, almost unable to keep himself from ripping at Snape's clothes. He felt the Potions Master sitting down on top of the table, and he eagerly climbed onto his lap. Pressing his erection against the man's belly, he felt Snape's body tense up. Slowly he started to massage the tense muscles. His fingers softly brushed over the over the black-clothed shoulders and stroked the pale neck, playing with strands of soft raven hair.

Snape was confused. He didn't know what to think about this sudden change of Potter's opinion of him. Last year he would have handed his hated Potions Master over to Aurors in the blink of an eye, but two weeks ago he had unexpectedly kissed his teacher, and now he was even rubbing himself against said professor, getting quite aroused in the process.

Harry stared into the dark, bottomless eyes of the man in front of him--or under him, to be more precise. The normally closed-off teacher was easy to read now. Confusion, doubt, and even fear were mirrored in these entrancing orbs.

"Careful, Mr Potter, the headmaster might not be able to let you get away with your prank this time."

Harry smiled tenderly and shook head. "There's no prank to get away with." He buried his face in Snape's throat and inhaled the man's intoxicating scent. "I have thought quite a lot about you recently, Professor. I even dreamed of you during the summer holidays. It was a very nice dream." Harry decided to put it all on one card and kissed the teacher hard. At first Snape remained unresponsive, but when Harry started to rub against the man's crotch, he growled and deepened the kiss.

"This is not one of your better ideas, Potter," Snape murmured after breaking their tongue battle for some air. He frowned, undecided about how to proceed and how much he would allow himself to trust his student. Harry reminded him too much of James, and this didn't really encourage Snape to give his trust to the boy. "This can't happen. You are a student and underage, and I am your teacher."

"I don't care. I didn't choose to fall in love with you, Professor. It just happened. Surprised me and also shocked the hell out of me in the beginning, but I decided that since I have been quite a good judge of character so far I would trust my feelings with this. You are worth it, Professor. I will give you my love."

Snape paled at this answer. "Love is a very strong word, Potter. It shouldn't be used lightly."

"It isn't. Please, give us a try." Harry cupped the teacher's face in both of his hands and looked at him pleadingly. "You don't know how scared I have been since that afternoon. I was afraid you would hate me even more."

"I never hated you, Potter, I didn't even know you. I know--or better knew--your family and friends, though, and they didn't really endear you to me."

"Please don't judge me for something others did or said." Harry felt like crying. This wasn't going well at all. Desperately, he snuggled closer to the tall man, trying to ease the chill spreading inside him with the other's body heat.

Suddenly, Snape's tense form softened. "Do you trust me that much, Potter? Don't be hasty with your judgement. I advise you to ..."

Suddenly, there was knocking on the door, and the two almost tumbled off the desk in shock. Several teenage voices asked for permission to come in.

Snape stood up, Harry gliding off his lap, and readjusted his clothes. He watched the flushed boy straighten his own robe and stepped over to him. "I advise that you think about what you want, Harry; and if you have decided about the depth and the honesty of your emotions, you may come here and inform me of your decision."

Harry nodded and turned to leave, not without smiling happily at the Potions Master one last time. At the door, he paused to regain his composure, and as soon as he felt calm enough, he opened it, letting himself out and three Fourth Year Slytherins in.
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Harry Potter and the Book of Days