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First published in LJ
on the 1st of September 2004.

Edited on the 4th of October 2005.

Fic Title: The Exchange

Author: Firesword a.k.a. Asmini

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters belong to JK Rowling
and so on. I just own the muse.

Summary: The
look on Sirius/Snape's face turned feral suddenly. Harry had barely
managed to turn and run when strong hands hauled him up. The breath was
knocked out of him as his head was banged hard against the wall.

Rating: Blue Flame

Notes: One-shot.I was feeling bored ... so I wrote something
...
the sequel to 'Golden Haze'. I don't know what I was thinking of, but
it turned out to be this way. Slash. Romance. Fluff. OOC. It is really
smut with no plot? Really, really without plot.

The
Exchange

by Firesword

Two boys
and a girl were doing their work quietly in
the common room. Hermione Granger, the bushy-haired Muggle-born witch,
was scribbling furiously on her parchment. Ronald Weasley, the wizard
who did not really want to admit that he liked the girl sitting beside
him, had his nose buried on his thick Potions textbook and pretended to
read the page. Harry Potter, the calm-looking Gryffindor, was nibbling
on the end of his feather quill as he thought furiously. Although it
was Hermione's birthday, she insisted on ending the celebration early
so that they could all study.

Harry
gave an explosive sigh, and it made his two friends jump in their seats.

“Don't
do that!” Hermione said weakly, and one palm immediately rested over
her breast.

“What's
wrong, mate?” Ron asked, and he blinked his watery eyes.

“Something
that feels important keeps slipping away
from my mind!” Harry answered in frustration. “Hermione, what did Snape
say in class just now? It had something to do with belladonna.”

“Can we
go to sleep now?” Ron interjected just as Hermione opened her mouth to
give a sarcastic reply.

“Ron,
you haven't written anything,” the witch said accusingly.

“I can’t
‘Mione. I can’t think – I’m too tired,” the red-haired Gryffindor said
wearily. “I want to sleep.” He almost whined.

Hermione
only sighed and shook her head in disapproval.

“Bloody
hell, but I can’t remember what the git said!”

“Harry,
be nice.”

“I’ll be
nice if he does,” he muttered.

“Harry,
he is only trying to help.”

“He can
help me all he wants, but I wish he would just sit down and explain
things to me before experimenting.”

“Can I
go to sleep?” Ron asked again and Hermione
slapped his shoulder lightly with her book. She checked her watch and
gasped at the time.

“No
wonder he is tired. It’s almost two. I’m feeling quite sleepy myself.”
She started to gather her books. “Harry?”

“I’m
going to take a walk,” he said almost absently.

“Are you
mad?” Ron asked in surprise.

“I’m not
feeling particularly sleepy,” Harry said and
rose to his feet. “Here, put these on my table for me.” He quickly
placed his textbooks and scrolls on Ron’s table, but he tucked his
notebook and quill back into his pocket. “I hope that I can recall what
Snape said earlier in class while I’m at it.”

“Harry,
please don’t get caught,” Hermione said with a strained smile. “And be
careful.”

“Yeah.
I’ll see the two of you tomorrow.”

-oOooOooOo-

The
couple watched as Harry left the common
room. Then Hermione turned to Ron, her light brown eyes full of
questions. “Does he ever sleep?” she asked quietly as they began to
walk up the spiral staircase.

“He
does, but not at all regularly. I think he sleeps
only for an hour or two,” Ron answered just as softly. “Sometimes, he
doesn’t sleep at all. Neville had told me that he had seen Harry
sitting by the window on Tuesday morning. And he used to be the
early riser.”

“So you
didn’t get to check that pendant he was
wearing?” Hermione paused at the landing where their dormitories were
located on opposite sides.

Ron
hesitated for a full minute before replying. “I
don’t know how I could possibly do it, but I did it. I wrote down what
I saw on a scrap of paper – it’s inside my right pocket.” He did not
blame the girl for the suspicious look that she gave him, and Hermione
warily inserted her free hand down his pocket. She frowned.

“Where
is it?” she demanded and wriggled her fingers about the pocket.

Ron felt
suddenly out of breath and tried to
concentrate on the image of a snarling Potions Master than the feeling
of Hermione’s hand inside his pocket. “It’s in there, ‘Mione,” he
insisted. Merlin … I hope she finds it soon before– Too late.
He breathed in sharply when the witch unwittingly pressed her thumb and
index finger on his arousal.

“Oh – I
can feel it!” Hermione said excitedly and Ron thought he was going to
expire right at the spot. I hope she meant the paper and not my
erection.
He gave her a strained smile. She finally pulled the piece of paper
out, but in the process, the back of her hand pressed deliciously on
his blood-filled organ. Ron bit back the gasp that threatened to
explode.

Ron
watched as the girl read the note quickly. Then
she gazed up at him, her eyes filled with tears and disbelief. “I swear
it, Hermione. That’s really what was engraved behind the pendant.”

“How can
that be possible?”

“I don’t
know. Maybe we should ask him someday, or wait for him to tell us.”

-oOooOooOo-

The
corridor was dark and silent. Harry walked
quietly and cautiously, mindful of the occasional armored knights that
lined the walls. After walking for several minutes, he finally left the
gallery and now went into a corridor that was lined with huge windows.
He knew that he was taking unnecessary risks by breaking one of the
rules that Dumbledore had insisted upon Hogwarts students. He just
hoped that he would not come across any patrolling prefects or teachers.

The
ones I really have to worry about would be Filch, his cat and Snape,
he thought somewhat glumly. I don’t think Snape ever sleeps.

As he
thought about the Potions Master, he
immediately began to worry about the missing information on belladonna.
He really should have paid attention to where he was going, because he
might have ducked into an alcove just in time to avoid Snape. Since
both wizards were walking about without the use of light, they had
inevitably come across each other.

“Damn
it!” Harry unthinkingly swore as he began to
see tiny sparks in front of his eyes. He had hit his forehead against
Snape’s lower jaw. He rubbed at the painful spot. When a set of fingers
closed upon his left forearm, he immediately pulled away.

“Potter…”

Harry
froze when he heard the wizard’s angry snarl.
The fingers clenched around his arm tighter and there was a slight jerk
as Snape muttered an incantation under his breath. The Gryffindor
winced and quickly looked away as a brightly, illuminated wand met his
eyes.

“Just
what do you think you are doing?” Snape demanded with a small wave of
his wand.

Harry
wisely remained silent. He could not think of a good reason as to why
he was out wandering in the castle. Yeah … like he would ever
listen to me. He kept his eyes fixed on Snape’s chest and waited
for the Potions Master to speak.

‘Harry … run.’

The
young wizard immediately looked up and
felt his eyes widening in shock. He took two steps back, staring
blankly at the person before him.

‘Run, then turn to your right.’

“Professor?”
Harry breathed, and then he shook
his head vigorously. When he looked back at the figure before him, he
saw Snape, mouth open and eyes questioning.

“Ten
points from Gryffindor, Potter,” Snape said with a grim smile.

The
light from Snape’s wand wavered and the wizard’s face changed.

Sirius?

He was
confused and he was sure that his eyes were playing tricks on him. Why
was he seeing Sirius in Snape’s place?

“Why are
you still here, Potter? Go back to your dormitory.”

‘Go now, Harry. Please. I’ll meet you in the Room of Requirement.’

“Professor…”
Harry whispered. Sirius’s image was still upon the Slytherin teacher.

The look
on Sirius or Snape’s face turned feral
suddenly. Harry had barely managed to turn and run when strong hands
hauled him up. The breath was knocked out of him as his head banged
hard against the wall.

‘God … I love you so much….’

Harry
heard the soft whisper before lips
crushed against his. They felt familiar; he closed his eyes and
surrendered himself to the kiss. Unconsciously, his arms came to wrap
around the other’s waist, and pulled the other wizard closer to him.
Long, gentle fingers came to caress his cheeks and Harry sighed in
contentment.

Then
Harry felt a slight movement on his ankles – the
hem of a long and heavy robe brushed against them as the other wizard
pressed himself against him. Harry gasped and pushed his kisser away.

Moonlight
penetrated the high windows and fell onto a
disheveled face. Harry was horrified beyond words; Snape had appeared
equally dismayed. The Potions Master took a step forward – Harry inched
away quickly.

“Potter
– I’m sorry. I didn’t mean–”

However,
Harry was already running away.

-oOooOooOo-

Harry
winced when the dormitory door shut with
a great slam. The sound made the four sleeping boys jump, and all
started to mutter incoherently.

“Sorry,”
Harry apologized. “Go back to sleep.”

Neville
nodded. One by one, they snuggled back into
their covers. Except Ron. The red-haired Gryffindor was eyeing Harry
somewhat suspiciously.

“You did
not get yourself caught, did you?” Ron asked in a hushed tone.

“Worse …
much, much worse,” Harry mumbled. He went to his window and stared out
at the landscape for a very long time.

“Snape?
Blimey, Harry – how many points did the git
deduct from our Gryffindor?” Ron asked in alarm, got out of bed and
stood beside the green-eyed wizard.

“I
kissed him…” Harry whispered to himself. His green
eyes were blank and glazed over. “What in the nine hells was I thinking
of?”

“You did
what?” Ron demanded.

Harry
turned to face his friend. Ron’s eyes were very
wide. “I thought he was Sirius. I mean I saw Sirius … in Snape? No …
Snape was there … but I can see Sirius too,” he babbled.

“Sirius?”
Ron stepped back, his eyes wide with horror. “Is he a ghost now?”

“I don’t
know, Ron … but I kissed Snape … not Sirius…”

“I think
I need Hermione right now.”

“Should
we wake her up, Ron?” Harry asked. “I want to
… I kissed Snape?” He collapsed on his chair, and felt as though he was
having trouble breathing.

An hour
later, a grouchy-looking Hermione joined the
two of them in the common room. “What has gotten the two of you so
excited?” she asked sourly, and flung herself casually beside Ron.

“Harry’s
gay,” Ron said in a serious voice. Hermione stared blankly at him.

Harry
took a deep breath. “Ron said that the two of
you were wondering about this.” He fingered the pendant hanging on his
neck. Hermione could only nod. “Sirius gave it to me on my birthday.”

“When?”
Hermione asked incredulously.

“My
birthday – this year.”

“But
Harry – that’s impossible! Sirius is dead, Harry. He isn’t coming back!”

“Just
listen to me first,” Harry said, cutting off
the witch’s protests. “I had been having dreams since I had returned to
Privet Drive. They weren’t about Voldemort or Death Eaters or anything
to do with the prophecy. I found Sirius in my dream. We talked … for a
while … he was saying that I had taken a long time to find him.” Then
he blushed, as he recalled the first time Sirius had kissed him.

Hermione,
now wide awake, had noticed his cheeks reddening. She asked, “Do I want
to know what happened?”

Harry
smiled weakly. “We made out?”

“Okay,
okay – that’s enough information already!” Ron squeaked, his face
turning a little green.

“Then
how did Sirius give that to you? It can’t be in a dream,” Hermione said
in dubious voice.

“No … at
first, I thought I was dreaming. That night,
no one was home – the night when Dudley had been involved in an
accident. I didn’t really want to study so I'd figured that I was
better off sleeping. It was just after midnight, I think.” Harry’s face
took on a distant expression. “Things got very interesting that night.”

Then his
eyes refocused and he looked at Ron slyly.
“You would not believe what Fred and George sent me. Some of their
presents were quite useful.”

“I don’t
think I want to know,” Ron and Hermione replied at the same time.

Harry
chuckled weakly. “When I had woken up the next
morning, I thought it was all a dream. But if you had been there, you
would be able to see that there were two people sleeping on the single
bed. I was crying, and it was then that I'd become aware of this on my
neck.”

“So,
Sirius was … corporeal that night?” Hermione questioned him
thoughtfully. He nodded and watched her toy with a curly brown lock.
“Is he dead?”

“Is he a
ghost?” Ron inserted. Harry could only stare
at them helplessly. Then his friend suddenly snapped his fingers. “Wait
– when he was with you, do you see him the way we see the ghosts in
Hogwarts, or did he appear normal to you?” Ron asked excitedly.

Harry
opened his mouth to answer then hesitated. He
leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the armrest noisily
as he thought. “Now that you asked it,” he said very slowly, “Sirius
looked as though he was alive. And I don’t think he is a poltergeist.”

“So …
that means … Sirius is still here?”

“I don’t
know, Hermione.”

“That’s
just the first part, ‘Mione. Our solemn friend over there ran into an
interesting figure just now.”

“What
did you do now, Harry?” the witch asked him accusingly.

“I
kissed Snape,” he answered in a strangled voice.

“WHAT?!?”

Harry
took a deep breath. “All right – this was what
had happened. I was walking around somewhere in the northern part of
the castle. I was walking without any lights and I had bumped into
Snape. He grabbed my arm and demanded as to what I was doing.”

“Then?”
Hermione urged him to continue.

“I heard
a voice.” As he predicted, his friends
immediately fell silent. “It belonged to Sirius.” He massaged his
temple wearily. “Sirius’s face was superimposed on Snape’s. Oh – the
git deducted ten points off Gryffindor by the way.”

“You’re
lucky it’s just ten, mate.”

“Anyway,
Sirius told me to back off, and run … he
told me to go to the room of requirement.” He stared at his two best
friends uneasily. “Snape … Sirius’s … whichever … turned feral and I
turned to run. That’s when it happened. Snape or Sirius pinned me to
the wall…”

The
common room was silent for a long time. No one
spoke. Harry started to feel drowsy and his eyes drifted shut. The
Gryffindor fell asleep.

-oOooOooOo-

Harry
Potter avoided the Potions Master for
the next several days. Even when he was in the same room with the
vindictive wizard, he refused to acknowledge the wizard’s presence.
Potions class was the hardest, and Malfoy had noticed how he had
deliberately focused his eyes on a faraway object when Snape had begun
to insult him.

He was
walking aloneto the Great Hall where Ron and
the rest of his friends were hanging out. When he saw Malfoy’s gang
hanging around in the corner, he braced himself for whatever the
Slytherins were going to say to him.

There
was a lot of jostling in the group when the
Slytherins saw him coming. The big-bodied Crabbe and Goyle blocked his
way, and prevented him from passing through. Harry breathed in deeply
through his nose.

“What’s
the matter, Potty? Have you got a crush on Snape?”

“Are the
girls beginning to bore you? Or were you just devastated when Cho Chang
dumped you?”

‘I’m sorry, Harry.’

He
turned cold. Slowly, he glanced over his
shoulder. He saw dark blur as Snape came striding toward them. He saw
the recognition in the wizard’s black eyes.

“Potter!”

In a
grip of panic, he pushed Crabbe and Goyle
roughly out of the way, shouldered Malfoy aside, and sprinted for the
nearest staircase. He was shaking rather badly when he reached the
hall. He slid into his seat and leaned against Hermione.

“Harry?
Are you all right?” the frizzy-haired witch asked, her face concerned.

“I heard
him,” he whispered. “I hear him each time whenever Snape is near.”

“Settle
down, mate.” Ron pushed a steaming cup of tea into his hand. “Eat
something, will you? You’re as white as snow.”

“Maybe
you should go and see Professor Dumbledore,
Harry,” Hermione said softly. “You don’t really have to mention the …
well, those parts.”

“Potter!!!”
Snape’s loud bellow
startled the students. Harry, who was already feeling unstable, dropped
his cup in surprise. In a rather bewildered state, his eyes immediately
focused on the entrance of the hall. Snape appeared, his face stormy.
The wizard stopped, and his beetle-black eyes immediately rested upon
Harry.

“In my
office! Now!”

“But,
sir! Harry hasn’t done anything!” Hermione immediately protested.

“Be
quiet, Miss Granger! Ten points off Gryffindor! Potter! On your feet!”

‘I’m so sorry, Harry. Please, come. I’ll explain.’

Harry’s
head started to pound and he massaged
his temple. He looked at Ron and Hermione for help. They looked back at
him helplessly and he slowly rose to his feet. The journey to Snape’s
office was a blur, but he remembered seeing Malfoy looking at him with
a somewhat terrified expression.

His
headache was a torture and he was looking at
things with narrowed eyes. He entered Snape’s usually cold office and
sat on the chair, uninvited.

“Yes,
Professor?” he croaked, and winced as his temple throbbed painfully.

“Just
what are you doing?” Snape almost yelled. He did bang his fist on his
table.

“What?”

“Running
when you see me. Because of your odd behavior, I am appalled
to hear rumors that you are enamored with me!”

“So?”

‘Harry … I can’t stay much longer.’

“What in
the hell do you mean by that?” Harry snapped, and he stared directly
into Snape’s eyes.

‘I have made my choice, Harry. I have to go soon.’

“What
choice?” Harry asked through gritted teeth. He ignored Snape’s stunned
expression.

‘I have nothing to offer to this world. My task is done.’

That
simple phrase shattered Harry’s dreams of being with Sirius.

“But you
said–” You said that you would always be with me. Tears welled
in his eyes and he immediately bowed his head, resting his forehead on
one hand. His heart ached terribly.

Harry
heard a rustle and felt someone moving in front
of him. He felt hands on him. One took his free hand while the other
caressed his cheek.

‘I
will. Nothing can change that. But I can’t be here. It takes too much
power to remain.’ The fingers caressing his cheek moved downwards
to cup his chin. ‘Harry, look at me.’

Harry
slowly opened his eyes, but he saw Snape’s face.

‘No – look into my eyes … or Snape’s….’

They
were silver and not black.

‘Dumbledore knows of my visit. He does not really approve of what
I’m planning … or what I had done with you, for that matter.’

“What
are you planning then?”

‘Transferring
you into the care of someone else,’ Sirius said, somewhat smugly.

“You’re
mad. Not him.”

‘I know him now, Harry. I know every inch of his soul. He is not
that evil.’

Snape …
or Sirius leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on his lips. ‘I
don’t know if it’s coincidence, but Snape happened to be a perfect
vessel. I didn’t know that he was this powerful,’ Sirius mused.
Snape’s hand came to rest upon Harry’s chest. ‘I will always be
with you … right here.’

Another
wave of grief washed upon Harry. Tears fell
and dotted his school robe haphazardly. The eyes that watched over him
softened and Harry felt Snape reaching out to hold his hands.

Sirius….

‘I know how much this pains you. But Harry – you should live your
life … and love those who are still living. They are going to be much
more important to you than I could ever be.’

Snape
slowly raised himself and kissed Harry.

This
is Sirius … not Snape… The
young Gryffindor told himself and submitted himself to the passionate
kiss. Harry could feel the small chair that he was sitting on transform
into something more comfortable. Then Snape pressed himself against
him. In an almost instinctive manner, Harry reclined on the
transfigured couch, allowing full body contact with the other wizard.

However,
no matter how hard he tried to pretend that
it was Sirius and not the hated Potions Master, things seemed to go out
of their way to dispel his fantasies. Snape was bony, unlike Sirius,
who, although, was quite emaciated after his breakout, had meat in the
right places. Sirius was a bit muscular, but Snape was neither thin nor
muscular. He was not fat or flabby either.

Harry –
and so had the other students – thought that
Snape’s hair would be oily, and if he touched it, grease would
certainly be on his fingertips.But there were none, and Harry ran his
fingers through the silky strands of black hair happily. It was getting
even more difficult for him to think that this was Sirius.

Snape
moaned when their erections met. That was another thing that told Harry
that this
was not Sirius’s. Snape was thicker. Harry suckled on Snape’s tongue
hungrily and writhed under the wizard’s heavy body. The Potions Master
responded by dragging his hips along and that elicited a cry from Harry.

It did
not feel like Sirius. When Harry broke off
from the kiss and stared up at Snape, obsidian-black eyes gazed at him
fiercely.

There
was a strange flicker in the wizard’s eyes and
then, Snape stopped moving completely. His mouth worked, but no sound
emerged. The older wizard began to untangle himself from the Gryffindor.

No….

Harry,
in a state of lust, quickly grabbed the wizard’s hips and reversed
their positions.

“Po–uumphf!”

Harry
had crushed his lips against Snape and he had
one hand working on the wizard’s pants. He was not going to start
thinking of the consequences of actually molesting Snape.

The moan
that escaped from his throat was lost in the
kiss. He wondered why he felt such thrill when he finally held the
engorged organ in his hand. Snape shuddered and Harry began to stroke
the man’s cock roughly. Meanwhile, he started pumping his hips and
rubbed his cock against Snape’s thigh.

Harry
was so close. He increased the strokes on the
other wizard’s erection. Snape had lost what was left of his control,
and was bucking his hips wildly. His erratic movements increased the
Gryffindor’s desire. Harry wrenched his lips away, panting heavily. He
watched the older wizard very closely and it became apparent that Snape
was going to climax.

The
older wizard let out a soundless cry as his cock
pulsed and throbbed. His white seed spilled out messily onto Harry’s
hand and onto his trousers. Harry watched in fascination as he squeezed
the creamy white liquid out of Snape.

He
gasped. He did not know why, but he looked pleadingly at Snape.

The
older wizard was breathing heavily and he had pressed his right palm
against Harry’s aching cock.

“Please…”
Harry whispered, thrusting against the
man’s hand. He held his breath as Snape slid his hand into his trousers
and massaged his trapped cock. Snape wordlessly wrapped his fingers
firmly around the organ and stroked it harder and faster.

Harry
came hard, and he bit down on his lower lip to
prevent himself from crying aloud. He collapsed against Snape with his
body trembling violently and feeling very wet just now.

They lay
like that for several more minutes, not speaking to each other. When
Harry’s orgasm finally receded, he looked up.

Silver
eyes gazed at him fondly. ‘He is yours to love now, Harry. Because I
know now that despite his show of bitterness toward you, he actually
loves you.’

- To Be Continued -
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