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Harry not Potter

When Severus woke the first thing he saw was the brilliant green of Harry's eyes. He stared for a few minutes trying to figure out what was different. He thought it was the way Harry was looking at him and then it hit him, Harry was 'Harry' instead of 'Potter' he blushed and looked away from the boy's intense eyes.

Harry smiled, "I don't want to let you up, but we don't have a lot of time to get you dressed and figure out what you are going to tell Voldemort."

Sev flinched, moving his arm toward himself. It was a move that would not have been noticeable when he was wearing his jacket, but with no cloths to hide it, it was quite obvious.

Harry gently took hold of Sev's wrist and looked at the Dark Mark frowning, "It's a trigger word. It causes pain."

It was not a question but Sev sighed and answered anyway, "Yes."

"You should have told us." Harry shook his head. "No wonder his followers fear his name."

Sev sat up and turned away, "I doubt it would have made any difference."

Harry slid his arms around Sev from behind effectively holding him in place, "It would have to me."

Sev sneered, "Others would have said it repeatedly just to see how long it took for me to go insane." He felt Harry's arms tighten briefly and the nod against his shoulder. He turned breaking free of the encircling arms angrily, "You can keep your pity, Potter."

Harry sniggered, "Oh Gods, Sev, 'Pity Potter' that just sounds silly"

Sev's glare intensified as he stood. Harry giggled as he also got to his feet, "You know that is a lot less effective when you are naked."

Sev looked down at himself. He had indeed forgotten that Harry had removed his clothes.

Harry was fascinated by the blush that spread across Sev's face and neck and was creeping down his chest but a twinge in his scar reminded him that they needed to hurry. He held out his hand, "Come on Sev, let's get you dressed."

Harry steered him toward the wardrobe and started pulling things out and laying them on the bed, as he pulled open the last of the small drawers he growled, "Good Grief, Sev, where are your underwear?"

Sev was wholly amused by the boy's search, and chuckled as he slid his pants over his thin hips, "I don't wear any." Sev couldn't believe that this child was evoking so many unguarded reactions.

Harry said with a huge grin, "I did wonder, when I undressed you, I had planned to leave them on as long as possible." He shrugged, "I thought I just used too much, oomph, in the spell."

Sev snorted as he pulled on his jacket and tapped the top button with his wand to make them all fasten themselves.

He picked up the heavy cloak and paused to take a couple of deep breaths.

"You Okay?" there was no mistaking the concern in Harry's voice though Sev did wonder why it was there.

"I have no new information." Sev sighed though he had an odd look, almost of grim satisfaction mixed with fear.

Harry fought a smile as he said, "Tell him I've been distracted from my training. That I'm hopelessly infatuated with some one who finds me repulsive." His eyes gleamed with mischief as he reached up and smoothed Sev's jacket.

Sev smirked as he lifted his hand to touch Harry's cheek, "Even he would not believe that any one could..." he was cut off by the pain and drew his arm toward his chest. "I trust you will tell the Headmaster where I have gone."

Harry nodded.

Severus has taken only two steps, "Sev, wait. Show him this."

Harry grabbed hold of Severus' hair hard enough to cause tears to spring up in the older man's eyes, turning him and bring his head down to be kissed soundly, "If you tell that psychotic maniac or the bumbling old fool what kind of tastes I've developed..." he paused and Sev made that little moaning, whimpering noise again as Harry marked him with a love bite, "I'll spank you till that gorgeous arse of yours is Gryffindor red." He whispered in Sev's ear.

Sev stumbled as Harry released him rather abruptly.

Sev stared at the boy trying to process what just happened. The only halfway coherent thought he could put together was 'Harry thinks I have a nice arse.' He didn't see how that could be, after all there were scars there as well. The second flair of pain in his arm and Harry pointing to the fireplace somewhat roused Sev from his shock,

"Use the floo. Go to the Shrieking Shack, then apparate." Harry turned the man and swatted his bum to propel him forward.

When Sev stepped out into what once was the living area of the Shack he paused to collect himself he knew that if he was not in control of himself he would not be returning. He also needed to decide what to tell the Dark Lord. When he was calm he touched the mark and disappeared.

Severus appeared in his place between Malfoy and Avery, he was not surprised to see that he was the last to arrive.

"Ah, SSSeverusss, late asss usssual." hissed the Dark Lord he waved his hand. "Come Here." Severus was pulled forward before he even had a chance to voluntarily comply. He did have the presence of mind to fold himself into a kneeling posture before he arrived at the Dark Lord's feet.

Sev knew that the Dark Lord did not like having to look up at any of his followers, and Sev was at least a head taller than the Dark Lord and therefore always knelt upon approaching.

When he reached the man's feet he leaned forward his head almost on the ground and awaited further instructions. Most people, even Deatheaters when in this position before their master would be gibbering in fear begging and trying to explain. Sev had seen to many make mistakes in their wording and be tortured and killed to fall into that trap and mastered his fear enough to remain silent.

Voldemort snorted, "No exccusssesss, SSSeverusss? No, 'I'm sssorry, I wasss naked with one of my ssstudentsss'?" this caused a gasp from several of the Deatheaters, especially those with children at Hogwarts. As well as a few that wondered how their Master could know.

Sev raised his head a couple of inches, "Forgive me My Lord. One that is being tempted by the darker ways, I felt it best to encourage such behavior until I could consult you."

Severus felt a gloved hand on his head, he was a startled as he hadn't realized his hood had fallen when he was jerked from his place, the hand almost tenderly turned his head to one side.

"Coming to me bearing another's mark, Ssseverusss?" Voldemort bent down and whispered softly in Sev's ear, "How disssappointing."

At that moment Sev though he was dead, however instead of the expected killing curse Voldemort lazily said, "Crucio." Severus didn't try to hold back the scream since doing so would only prolong the pain. It was over quickly but had felt like an eternity to Sev.

"Look at me." The Dark Lord did not yell. He did not have to, to be obeyed.

Severus grunted with the force that the Dark Lord used to enter his mind.

When it was over and Voldemort broke eye contact, Severus slumped forward catching himself with his hands and shivering. The Dark Lord was thoughtful. He was sure that he had seen more than Severus wanted, surely he would have hidden the boy's threat to spank him if he had been able. It was rather amusing actually the thought of the domineering Potions Master the plaything of one of his students.

Sex was not a tool Voldemort was used to using, his upbringing in a Catholic Orphanage had left him with the feeling that sex was wrong, dirty, in any form and he usually tried to discourage any such acts. He personally couldn't stand to be touched. This was the underlying reason for the heavy robes, masks and gloves that were all part of the Deatheater garb.

The Dark Lord laughed as he looked around at his minions, several of which were visibly agitated by the thought of Snape touching their precious little children. He couldn't resist leaving them in the dark at to the identity of Severus' little playmate.

As the Dark Lord walked around, hearing the reports from the others, he idly flicked his wand sending mild pain curses and hexes at the still kneeling Severus.

Finally Voldemort dismissed all but Severus who he studied briefly as he seated himself on his throne before ordering, "Rissse Ssseverusss." When Sev stood he continued, "You are to return to your normal dutiesss. Continue with your, haha, tutoring of Potter. You may tell him that I mark him equal, ha, in the headache department at leasst."

"Yes, My Lord." Severus quickly knelt and kissed the hem of the Dark Lords robes and backed away.

"Oh and Ssseverusss sshould I call and Potter hass you, hehe, tied up shall we sssay? Have him inform me of ssuch through your mark." Voldemort seemed to be trying to keep from busting out laughing.

Severus bowed deeply and repeated, "Yes, My Lord." When he turned to leave he yelped as a stinging hex hit his right buttocks and as he apparated he was terrified to hear the Dark Lord laughing hysterically, as though he found something truly amusing.

Severus was limping by the time he reached the Headmasters office. Each of the spells the Dark Lord had used, while mild and usually just annoying had all hit him in the same general location.



Harry had reported to the Headmaster, only leaving out a few parts that he felt were none of the Headmasters business.

Dumbledore had twinkled and laughed at the description of 'Sasquatch Snape'. He had of course had a report from Hermione and Ron they were afraid that Snape would try to kill Harry for his predicament.

Hermione had insisted that Professor Snape was going to end up looking like some one she called 'Cousin IT', the picture he had accidentally caught from her mind was very similar to what Harry described.

Harry had said he wanted to wait for the professor and that he had some questions about Riddle if the Headmaster had time. They'd had a productive chat by the time Severus came up the stairs and into the office.

Harry was quick to jump up and offer Sev his chair. He was not put off by the snarl or the glare. He was surprised that Severus refused to sit although in Harry's opinion he looked like he was ready to fall.

Sev gripped the back of the chair tightly, "As H...Potter should have told you, I was summoned after he accidentally activated the Dark Mark while he was assisting me with a small potions accident that the Weasley boy caused in class today."

Severus took a deep breath, "The Dark Lord is under the impression that Mr. Potter is wishing to... Ah, experiment with some of the... Darker aspects of his personality and took advantage of my condition." He closed his eyes a moment, "I have been instructed to assist Mr. Potter in this... study, to encourage him and lead him into the Darker Paths."

Harry sniggered and Severus continued, "We will most likely need to be seen spending time together even if it is through obviously contrived detentions."

"I see, I think, what kind of 'study' are we talking about?" ask Dumbledore looking between the two younger men.

Severus swallowed, "I am to allow Mr. Potter to seduce me." He said with no emotion, his face a blank mask.

Dumbledore failed to hide his shock, "OH... I didn't think Voldemort would... Uh... Umm... Harry?"

Harry was having trouble not grinning like an idiot, "I don't know. I've never seduced anyone before." He grinned at Sev, "You will tell me if I'm doing it right, won't you, Professor?"

Severus snorted, "I will certainly inform you when you are doing it wrong."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I suppose you could go back to taking remedial potions?" he was looking at Harry.

"No," Severus said shaking his head, "He's doing to well in class for that to be believable."

Harry chuckled immensely pleased with the praise, "I suppose I could blow up a couple of cauldrons in the next couple of classes."

The look on Sev's face said 'Don't you dare.' and the chuckle blossomed into a full out laugh, "Or, I could get a very public, extremely long detention." There was a gleam in his eye that rivaled any twinkling that the Headmaster had ever done.

Severus groaned, "I am not going to like this am I, Harry?" Dumbledore did not miss the use of Harry's given name and smiled beneficently.

Harry's grin was quite evil, "Probably not."

Severus pushed away from the chair, "If you will excuse me, I need a pain potion, a bath and something to eat. Being as today is Friday, I will mot likely sleep late in the morning, therefore what ever you are planning will have to wait until lunch time tomorrow."

Harry shook his head, "Probably dinner time, actually."

The Headmaster watched Severus take a limping step toward the door. "Do you require any assistance, my boy?" he ask worried, he knew that Severus had most likely been punished for something.

Severus shook his head and started to deny the need for help when he felt a strong arm circle his waist.

"I'll take him to his room, Sir." Severus briefly luxuriated in the feel of the arms around him before gently trying to push Harry away.

"It would not look right, Harry. Let go now." He said softly.

"No one will see if we use the floo." Harry continued to hold him firmly.

"I believe he is right in this case Severus. You do not appear to be in any condition to walk that far. If I thought you would sit still for it, I would insist you see Poppy." Dumbledore was on his feet with a pot of floo powder in his hand and leading Sev and Harry to the fire. The Headmaster threw in a handful of the powder and Sev called the destination.

When they fell out of the fire in Sev's quarters Sev cried out in pain. Harry only hesitated an instant before scrambling to his feet, casting a feather light spell on Sev and scooping the larger man into his arms.

Sev clung to Harry for a second before complaining, "I am still capable of walking you know."

Sev again cried out when Harry laid him on the bed. He immediately rolled on to his stomach and buried his face in his pillows.

"Sev?" Harry was starting to really get scared. He wanted to comfort his professor but was unsure where to touch that wouldn't cause more pain. "Please tell me what I can do to help." He had never see the man show his pain so openly.

Sev finally seemed to get himself under control. He cleared his throat hoping his voice would cooperate, "In the bathroom," he waved he hand in the general direction, "Shelf above the sink, the blue Pain Potion and the yellow one marker Cruciatus Relief."

Harry went quickly to retrieve the potions. When he got back Sev was propped on one elbow and turned slightly on his side to allow him to use the other hand.

"Do you need help to sit up?"

"No, just give them to me." Sev snapped.

"You can't take them that way..." Harry started.

"Watch me!" Sev snarled and held out his hand. Harry frowned but uncorked the first one and handed it to him.

When Sev was finished and Harry had placed the empty vials on the night table, he sat on the edge of the bed beside Sev, "Is there any where I can touch you that won't hurt?"

Sev let out a mirthless chuckle, "He was very deliberate with where he was aiming Harry. I believe he was amused by your threat." He turned his face back into the pillow.

"Oh, Sev, I wish I could kiss it and make it all better." Sev went very still, "Please, tell me where it hurts." Sev mumbled something into the pillow that Harry only caught part of, "Where? Sev, come out of the pillow and stop mumbling."

Sev turned his head to look at Harry out of the corner of his eye and snarled, "I said 'You can kiss my ass' Potter." He promptly buried his face again and was therefore unprepared for Harry to use a Divesto spell removing every stitch of clothing he had on and was doubly unprepared for his cheeks to be spread and to have Harry follow his instructions.

Sev screamed at the slightly ruff handling of his tender buttocks, but couldn't help pushing back and moaning when Harry's tongue snaked out and attempted to penetrate him and the young man's hand moved to cup and stroke him.

Sev had almost forgotten the pain by the time Harry was finished which wasn't until he had brought Sev to completion. Harry then crawled up Sev's body leaving a trail of hot wet kisses. When he reached Sev's ear he whispered, "All better."

Harry then sat up to try to determine what damage had been done to Severus. He was surprised that there were no new marks on his back. It wasn't until he looked at Sev's bum that he realized that Sev had actually told him where it hurt.

Harry ran his hand gently over each reddened arse cheek whispering counter curses and some of the healing spells that Madam. Pomfrey had taught him. "You can roll over now, Luv."

Sev lifted his head just enough to speak clearly, "I would rather not just yet." He was breathing rather heavily.

Harry could see the blush creeping around Sev's neck. He caressed Sev's back, "That's okay," he leaned close, "Can I draw you a bath?"

When he received a shrug he whispered, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

When Harry came out of the bathroom Sev was curled up on his side with the blanket pulled around him. Harry crawled across the bed and Severus turned to look at him when he felt a light tugging on his hair.

Harry was apparently just undoing the braid so Sev turned away again, thinking. He was confused by the boy's actions. That Harry seemed to care for him was shocking, the only reason any one had ever cared before was because they wanted some thing. Sev did not want to think that Harry was using him. He also couldn't figure out what Harry might want.

When he felt Harry trying to use a brush, Sev sat up, if Harry was going to the trouble of brushing his hair he should at least cooperate enough to insure it was done properly.

Harry decided that the oily look was something of an illusion. Sev's hair was soft and fine as silk. He could see that the length, several inches past Sev's bum, would soon be a problem but for now Harry was happy to have an excuse to play with it.

Eventually Harry must have been satisfied with whatever he was doing and said, "Come on, Luv, lets get you in the tub." He pulled the blanket away and Sev got up and allowed Harry to usher him into the bath. Sev was acutely aware of his nudity but didn't let it show too much.

Harry was starting to worry again with Sev so quiet and compliant but he didn't want to push to hard by making him talk if he didn't want to. Harry was aware that things were happening very fast and that Sev might need some time to get used to their new situation. After all Harry had known that he was attracted to the older man for some time now. Harry also knew that Sev's self esteem was not as high as it should be, as witness by the lack of effort to look his best and the hiding in the shadows when ever possible.

Once Sev was in the tub Harry leaned over smiling, "May I join you, Sev?"

He must have caught Sev by surprise as he had that 'dear in the head lights' look, "Why? What do you...? Why would you...? I'm... I don't..." he was breathing hard and shaking his head, "I don't understand." He hung his head cringing as though he expected violence.

"Shhh, it's okay." Harry reached out and smoothed Sev's hair back, "If you don't want me to, just tell me." Harry smiled gently, "I won't be angry."

Sev pulled his knees up and circled them with his arms, "I..." he scooted as far away as the tub would allow, "I still don't understand why you want to, but... I guess it's alright." The tub was nowhere near as large as the one in the Prefects bathroom, but was certainly big enough for two.

He watched as Harry undressed and approached the tub. He had never really thought about it before but couldn't deny that the boy, no young man, was attractive. Playing quidditch had toned his muscles so that they were well defined with out being bulgy. When he realized he was staring he looked down.

Harry settled himself then studied Sev, his head tilted to one side he ask. "Am I moving to fast, Sev?"

Sev lifted his head, "Moving?" he was perplexed Harry wasn't 'moving' at all at the moment.

Harry smiled, "How quickly do you think Vol...dy, will expect us to...? Well," he shrugged, "you know?"

Sev had to Puzzle out who and what Harry was talking about. "Oh! The Dark Lord." He shrugged and sighed, "To hell with it." He let his arms fall and his legs straighten out. "He already thinks I'm your bitch." He looked away with a frown. Harry could tell he was unhappy, weather or not it was the situation or something else he didn't know.

Harry smirked a little, "I wouldn't have said it that way."

"It does not matter how you say it. The fact remains that neither of us has a choice." Sev sneered as he grabbed a flannel and began scrubbing himself.

Harry frowned, "I already made my choice. I assumed you had made yours as well. You chose to convince both of the old men in our lives that us being together is to their advantage.

Sev blinked at Harry, "You set me up?"

"No," Harry shook his head smiling slightly, "I merely took advantage of the situation that presented itself. I truly didn't expect Vol..." he sighed, "HIM or Dumbledore to find out until you had chosen to be with me." Harry leaned forward, "Please Sev, I really hadn't meant to go this far, this fast."

Sev shook his head and smirked, "How very Slytherin of you."

Harry grinned, "Why, thank you Severus. I have been receiving some help on that recently."

Sev put his face in his hands shaking his head and groaning, "I don't think I even want to know."

Harry laughed, "You've met."

Sev snorted and sank deeper in the water. He swished his head back and forth wetting his hair and enjoying the tickling sensation it caused floating against his body.

When he sat back up he groaned with the added weight of his new extra long hair.

"If you turn around I'll wash it for you." Harry smiled.

Sev sat quietly between Harry's knees while his hair was attended to. He thought that if he had had to deal with it on his own he would just cut it off.

Once Harry was finished he pulled Sev against his chest. When Sev stiffened Harry loosened his hold, "Tell me to let go and I will."

Sev allowed himself to rest against the younger man, "It... it's okay."

Harry hugged the older man and whispered, "You always have a choice, Sev. I don't want to take that from you."

Sev frowned, "But you did, in Albus' office. How is this different?" he spoke softly as though he expected Harry to be angry.

Harry caressed Sev's chest, "You were hurt and would have fallen then. I did what I did because I was worried about you. I want to take care of you. To keep you safe and make you happy."

Sev nodded, though he still didn't understand why, he let himself to fully relax, letting Harry hold him until his stomach grumbled and Harry's answered loudly.

Harry insisted on drying Sev with a huge heated towel and re-braiding his hair before tucking him into his bed and calling Dobby. The little house elf seemed to take it in stride that Harry was half naked in his teacher's chambers. As he brought Sev's dinner on a floating tray he reminded Harry that he needed to be seen in the great hall to avoid rumors and to eat his own meal.

When the elf was gone Harry disappeared into the bathroom, emerging a short time later fully dressed and carrying a potion. He put it on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. "Do I have to stay until you finish eating to be sure you will take this?"

Sev looked at the vial and recognized it as Dreamless Sleep and a slight smile crept on to his face, just a little upward curve to his lips, "I promise I will take it. Thank you Harry." He blushed and brought his hand to his face even more embarrassed, "I'm doing it again aren't I?"

Harry grinned as he leaned over to lightly brush his lips against Sev's, "Yes. I think it's cute."

Severus was immediately enraged, "CUTE? Why you little..." he sat up straighter and yelped "OUCH!" he proceeded to savagely yank his braid from under his bum.

"Severus Snape does not do CUTE!" He shouted as he sat naked, half tangled in the sheets and holding on to his braided hair, which was now hanging across his chest into his lap.

Harry couldn't help it he giggled, "I'm sorry Sev, how about adorable, sweet, gorgeous, beautiful, lovely, stunning..." With each word Harry placed a light kiss on Sev's face.

Sev growled and was getting ready to scream at the blasted brat to 'get out' when he finally comprehended that he was not being mocked as Harry continued, "exquisite, sexy..."

Sev calmed quickly and said, "Harry?"

The young man shook his head blinking at Sev, "Hairy? No, no, Sev not any more, we fixed that. Now where was I?"

He was stopped by Sev's finger against his lips, "You were being quite the silly Gryffindor." His hand slid around to cup Harry's cheek and he leaned forward to place a shy kiss on the boy's lips, "Good night, Harry."

Harry smiled, "Good night, Sev."