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Jealous Proposal	By : CodyMThomas Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 29642 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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A/N: I'm BACK! Thank you all for your patience, enjoy the new chapter, and please review!

Chapter 6 warnings: Minor2

Chapter 6: Chess Master

The multiple hickeys were impossible to hide unless Harry disillusioned his entire neck, and that's just the way he liked them. Although this would only confirm that his fiancé was indeed somewhere within the walls of the school, showing off the marks would only draw further attention away from the quiet and stoic man. Not only did his detention record say he had finished at 9 o'clock, but who would ever in a million years believe that Severus Snape was not only his betrothed, but such a passionate and possessive lover that he couldn't resist marking his claim on the one person everyone somehow wanted a piece of? Harry could practically see the thoughts that had been running through Severus' mind as he'd made each one the night before; 'You don't even know who I am even though you try to look so hard for me, almost thinking me a figment of one's imagination. But here's proof that I am real. Here's proof that he belongs to me, that I have touched your precious hero, I have marked, sullied, maybe even defiled that which you nearly consider sacred, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. He is my proof that I love him, and you have lost to a person you can't even see.'

Harry loved each one, and hoped they wouldn't fade anytime soon.

He had breakfast with Hermione and Ron, Ron was blushing and looking mortified and doing his absolute best to not look at either Harry's neck, nor the Head Table, which Harry both appreciated and found hilarious. Hermione on the other hand had this evil conspiracy smile that actually almost made Harry blush but he couldn't tell exactly what he would have been embarrassed about.

He went to Quidditch practice and had just gotten showered, changed, and grabbed a quick sandwich in the great hall so he could be on time for his next detention with Snape, when McGonagall waylaid him in the corridor and insisted he come with her to the Headmaster's office.

"But Snape will double the time if I'm late!"

"I will personally escort you down to the dungeons afterward to make sure he doesn't, now come along Mr. Potter."

He couldn't very well say he'd much rather go to detention, thank-you-very-much, so he dutifully followed McGonagall through the castle up to the spiral staircase and into the Headmaster's office.

For once, Dumbledore was not twinkling at him, in fact he was rather stoic, which Harry found quite disconcerting.

"You wanted to see me Sir?" Harry asked as he sat down on one of the squashy armchairs.

"Yes I did Harry. I know you are to see Professor Snape soon so I will keep this brief. I must admit, I'm rather concerned about some of the rumors I've been hearing, and I was hoping to speak to you so that we can put some of them to rest."

"Rumors, Sir?"

"About that ring on your left hand."

Harry almost laughed, but managed to just smile a bit, and innocently at that.

"You mean my engagement ring Sir?"

You could almost miss the extremely slight widening of the man's eyes if Harry hadn't been watching so closely. He had taken the old man by surprise, that didn't happen very often for anyone.

"That is one of the rumors I have been hearing, yes. Care to explain?"

"What's there to explain?"

"You're sure it's an engagement ring?"

Harry's brow furrowed. "Yeah, it's still what a ring becomes when someone asks to get married and the other person says 'yes' here in the wizarding world right? Or is there a custom here I don't know?"

"No Harry, the customs here are the same."

"Okay then yes, it's an engagement ring. For once everyone has gotten things right."

The look of relief on the Headmaster's face was brief but Harry still caught it. The man was hiding things again.

"Perhaps so, but no one seems to know who it is you've asked either."

He tried to keep the smirk off his face at the mental image of the look on Severus' face if Harry had attempted to be the one to propose. Severus would have glared and said 'no' on principle then immediately turned around and proposed himself.

"That's because I'm not telling."

"Precisely, but for their own safety you must tell us who this person you are engaged to is. There are steps that must be taken."

"What part of 'not telling' didn't you get?" Harry asked, crossing his arms and standing his ground.

Dumbledore and McGonagall looked startled. "You won't even tell US my boy?" The Headmaster asked incredulously.

"It's not anyone's business except for me and my fiancés', and no, I won't tell you or anyone else. I live almost my entire life in the public eye, this is one thing I intend to keep as only mine as long as I can."

McGonagall stepped forward, a worrying tone in her voice.

"But surely you know that their life is in danger. You-Know-Who will hunt them down and destroy them at the first chance!"

Harry almost felt sorry for his head of house, she really did believe that knowing who he was engaged to would help them protect Harry and his interests more fully, but there was no way he was telling, especially not with Dumbledore in the room.

"All the more reason to keep their name secret. For their safety as well as mine. The fewer who know, the safer they are. My fiancé knew exactly what they were getting into when they got involved with me. When the time is right, you'll know, until then, I'm sorry, but it's none of your business."

"Your efforts are backfiring my boy, instead of drawing attention away from them, it merely makes people more curious to know who they are. It was a well meaning plan, but it is no longer working."

The old man was slipping, Harry read through those lines perfectly. Dumbledore didn't give a shit about the other person's safety, it was just the curiosity of not knowing something that was eating the headmaster alive. "It's actually working perfectly. They aren't focused on my fiancé, they are focused on me, they are hoping for clues, indicators, anything that can give them an idea of who it is that I love. But they've got nothing to go on, and have no idea who to be looking for. People are quickly coming to realize that most of them know nothing about me except for my name and my various 'heroic' exploits or whatever current campaign the Daily Prophet is printing about me. None of them know enough about me to tell what I'd want in a relationship, or even who I'd be attracted to, not to mention wanting to spend the rest of my life with."

"When the issue does not resolve itself Harry, the mystery merely burrows deeper into the heart until it cannot be ignored. Voldemort will soon grow curious as well, and then-"

"And then he will find nothing. I have taken my own steps to protect their identity Headmaster, I may be pants at occluding, especially against Voldemort, but that will not matter when the memories are not in my head to be viewed, and the only one I keep with me has been heavily modified and isn't of their face."

"You've been performing mind magic on your own mind? Harry that can be very dangerous if you don't know what you're doing!" McGonnagall piped up, actually looking a bit frightened for her student.

"I DO know what I'm doing. Ever since Snape decided to try and rip my mind to pieces and call it lessons, I've done nothing but independant study so that if anyone tried to get in my head again there would be nothing for them to find. All of my personal memories are kept safe with my betrothed, and the only way I recognize them for who they are is when they whisper a key phrase to unlock my memory of them. I can walk right by them everyday without so much as them catching my attention. So if I don't even recognize my own lover until it is safe for me to do so, then I highly doubt anyone else can."

"Harry-" The headmaster began, but Harry interrupted him.

"I'm sorry, but your curiosity will just have to go unsated for the time being. If there is nothing else Headmaster, I need to get down to the dungeons for my detention with Snape before he decides to add another day for every minute I'm late."

Dumbledore hadn't been pleased with that, Harry could tell, but he refused to relent either. Most of it was true anyway. Severus did keep a copy of Harry's and his own memories safe, in case they ever had to take the ultimate step and actually obliviate each other to protect themselves and had even buried Harry's most vulnerable memories deep in his mind while Severus simply removed them from his own mind completely and stored them somewhere safe. But even though it was possible to do, the part about not knowing Severus on sight was complete bunk. If the situation grew more dangerous that might be their next step, but why tip his hand to Dumbledore? He knew from Severus's and his own experiences just how meddlesome the old man could be, and the less cause to give the man a desire to try and snoop around his head the better.

It didn't matter how much Dumbledore said things were for the greater good, or what magnanimous plans he played out in some grand scheme against the evils of the world, in his old age Harry thought perhaps the headmaster had forgotten a great many things. Such as the fact that over time, power corrupts, no matter who wields it or to what end, power always changes people, and Albus Dumbledore was one of the most powerful wizards he'd ever known. He'd also had that power for a very long time. The man was so caught up in his plans and schemes to rid the world of Voldemort, Harry thought perhaps the man had sometimes forgotten he was not commanding game pieces, but people's lives. Dumbledore had also forgotten, or just didn't care to think, that just because someone was on your side didn't mean you could control their lives or were allowed to know everything about them if they didn't wish for you to know.

Harry had often wondered how exactly it was that the headmaster of a school who was not related to him, and had no legal guardianship over him, was permitted to decide where he would live after his parents died. Especially when he'd had a godfather and an honorary uncle who would have been more than willing, and had even been asked by his own parents to care for him if such a thing should occur. It also shouldn't have been up to Dumbledore where he spent his summers, yet every year the man had done just that, making sure he knew almost every move that Harry made when he was out of sight.

Harry was through with doing things that were supposedly 'for his own good' if he didn't agree, especially without any reason or even his own input. Choices had been denied him almost his entire life. He was an adult now and could make his own decisions, the Headmaster would just have to accept that, and as much as he could manage, Harry would make sure the man meddled in his life as little as possible.

A/N: Everyone give a big round of applause to my friend Don who not only gave me a router, but also took 3 hours installing the stubborn thing after it refused to work properly. Don I love you and I am pretty sure some of my readers love you too. You are awesome.

There will be a second celebratory post as soon as I can finish up this last scene in it. The break-in was only the first of many ways RL came round to bite me in the arse this past month, and a writing deprived Cody is not a mentally healthy Cody. Hopefully there are no more interruptions, everyone keep your fingers crossed.
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