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Hairy Snape By BertaS 2006

Disclaimer: I am just playing. They aren't really mine, pity.

Description: A potions accident starts unusual circumstances happening for our favorite Potions Master and those around him.

Warnings: Slash, language, adult and sexual situations. Harry is in the later part of his seventh year and is 17 years old, which in the wizarding world is an adult.


Detention - Chapter 4

As far as Sev knew a Golden Snitch had not been seen for at least a two centuries. Yet he had four feathers from that very bird wrapped in Harry's handkerchief in his pocket.

They were back in Sev's quarters and he had served them tea before he realized that he hadn't gotten his flower.

Harry watched the older man's irritation grow. Thinking that it was just impatience, Harry laid the box on Sev's lap with a smirk.

Sev looked at the smirking young man next to him on the sofa and at the box he recognized as like the ones that his Grandfather had always used to send his thrice be-damned blooms in.

Harry was concerned when Sev didn't open the box and the irritation changed to what appeared to be anger. "Sev, you okay?"

Sev started, looking back and forth between Harry and the box several times, before nodding sharply.

"Then open your present." Harry encouraged with a smile.

Sev's hand shook slightly as he lifted the lid off the box. He inhaled sharply and trembled violently, "Harry? How...? What do...? I'm..." Sev shook his head looking bewildered. He didn't know how to ask what he wanted to know.

Harry smiled, "Let me guess, Slytherins never give anything with out expecting something in return," Harry sat down his tea cup, "and you want to know what I want."

Sev's eyes went wide as he stared at the young man beside him. Harry had stated something that all Slytherins knew but would not speak of so openly.

Harry chuckled as he moved a little closer and tucked a lock of hair behind Sev's ear. "Yes Sev, I do believe there is something I want from you." Harry's fingers trailed down along Sev's jaw, "But I want you to give it because you want to, not because you feel you owe me."

Sev wasn't sure what to do or say, so he just sat looking at Harry with as little expression as he could manage, which is to say he only looked a little confused.

As Harry continued to touch him, tracing up and down the line of his jaw and around the shell of his ear, his thoughts were in a jumble, 'How can I pay for all of these? There's at least a dozen. What could he possibly want? And, how do I give it if I don't know what it is?'

Finally Sev whispered "I... um... Thank you, Harry. But...?" he looked up the confusion now plain on his face.

Harry leaned forward, "Would you like a choice?" he grinned as Sev raised an eyebrow in question. "For each rose, you can either give me a memory..."

Sev drew back with a sneer forming. "...Of my Mother." Harry continued quickly and Sev's expression changed to briefly show his surprise. "Or," Harry's eyes sparkled, "again for each flower you can give me one kiss." Harry paused, "You can, of course, use some of each." He smiled.

Sev blinked several times, looked down at the mass of unopened rose buds, and sighed. He did not believe his kisses worth that much but he was terrified of having anyone rooting around in his memories.

Harry stroked a lock of hair that fell across Sev's face, "You don't have to decide right now." Sev looked up and Harry continued, "We can discuss it tomorrow," he grinned, "during detention."

Sev nodded with a small smile, "You did say you wanted a very long, very publicly assigned detention." He whispered

Harry pouted, "Well, yes, but you didn't even let me enact 'The Plan'. And I'm not sure you can make one that long. I mean, you know I graduate in just over two months. "

Sev sat the flowers on the low table beside the tea service and picked up his tea, smirking, "I have no doubt that Minerva will make an appeal on your behalf. She will most likely attempt to get me to forget about it altogether, but will settle for reducing your sentence to just a few days.

Harry thought, "How about you counter that, with a suggestion of only a couple days a week. After all," Harry grinned broadly, "you obviously have better things to do than baby-sit a foolish Gryf." Sev snorted, "And you could schedule it so it doesn't interfere with Quidditch or DAG."

Sev blinked, "Dag?"

Harry laughed, "D.A.G. Defensive Arts Group, we meet in the every Tuesday evening. Quidditch is on Thursday and Saturday."

Sev frowned and murmured, "So if I suggest Monday, Wednesday and Friday after dinner Minerva will think she has won at least a small victory." He smiled slightly, "That should be quite acceptable."

Harry grinned, "Good," he tugged lightly on the lock of hair he had been playing with, "Come 'ere."

Sev was shocked but leaned a little closer.

Harry took the empty cup that Sev was still holding and setting it aside brushed his lips lightly against Sev's, almost, Sev thought, as though he were asking permission. Sev could only think of one way to respond. He leaned closer yet and let his mouth open for Harry to deepen the kiss.

When they drew apart they were both short of breath and Sev registered the fact that Harry was once again straddling his lap. That he had his hands on the boy's bum was a bit different, he hoped that Harry didn't object.

Sev also noticed that in this position Harry actually seemed a little taller than him. Not that Harry was really that much smaller, there was only about five inches between them. This feeling small and vulnerable but completely safe and cared for at the same time was a novel feeling for Sev.

Harry leaned his forehead against Sev's. "I don't want to, but I better get back to Gryffindor tower. Wouldn't do to get caught out after hours."

Sev smirked, "Yes, especially since you already have such a lengthy detention."

Harry laughed as he stood. Unfortunately some of Sev's hair was tangled on his cuff button. Sev yelped at the unexpected pain and brought a hand up to the side of his head glaring accusingly at Harry

"Oh Sev, I'm so sorry." Harry held up his hand scowling at the offending cuff and displaying the long black strands hanging from his button, "I guess it was caught."

Sev's face softened as he ran his hand through his hair scratching briefly to alleviate the pain. "I think it is a bit longer than either of us is used to."

"Yeah, I'm surprised you haven't said anything about cutting it." Harry said with a smile.

Sev Shrugged, "I thought about it." He bit his lip and looked down shyly, "But, you seemed to enjoy taking care of it."

Harry lightly stroked Sev's hair running his fingers through it, "That's true." He grinned, "Maybe a trim so you can stop sitting on it."

Sev blushed at that and nodded, "Agreed." He had unintentionally tried to pull his head off several times by sitting on the end of his hair. However, he was unaware that anyone had observed him doing so.

Harry leaned down to once again claim Sev's lips, rendering the older man breathless; "I'll see you tomorrow."

Sev managed to nod and say, "Good night Harry." before the young man got out the door.



Harry had a hard time dodging the questions of his friends the next morning.

During breakfast Hermione had leaned toward Harry and whispered, "Don't shut us out again, Harry. You really don't want another 'Intervention'," she raised her eyebrow as she leaned back and started applying jam to her toast, "Do you?"

No he defiantly did not want that. Last time they had managed to pin him down, witch had involved a petrificus to the back and a half dose of Veritaserum, they had learned his preferences and had embarrassed the hell out of him with their show of support. It was amazing to Harry that the whole of the Wizarding World didn't know that he was gay.

Harry leaned, as close as he could and snarled in her ear, "Don't even think about it I will tell you what I can, when I can." He stood and stalked out to visit Dobby and get something to eat from the kitchen.

Fortunately Hermione had Arithmancy, and then Runes and Ron had Double Divination that morning, so Harry technically had a two free periods and chose to go to the elective Healing class that Madam Pomfrey was offering this term.

He avoided them at lunch time electing to sit with some of the younger DAG students one of whom had ask him a question as soon as he walked into the Great Hall.

Charms class right after lunch had been a little strained and the last class of the day was Transfiguration. Ron and Hermione were giving him meaningful looks but other wise were beginning to act fairly normal.

Professor McGonagall had him stay after. She glared at him for a moment before speaking, "Mr. Potter, you will be glad to hear that your detention will no longer be 'forever'." Harry smiled trying to look like he had gotten away with something, "You needn't look so smug," her lips were very thin and she sighed, "I don't know what you were thinking, antagonizing Professor Snape when he was already in such a mood." Harry's tried for a contrite look as the stern witch continued, "You will report to the Potions classroom, or wherever else Professor Snape wants you, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at eight o'clock for the next six weeks."

Harry attempted to appear appropriately horrified by the amount of time that meant with his supposedly hated professor as he bowed his head and said "Yes Ma'am."

Inside he was happily jumping up and down at the chance to really get to know the man who had stared in the majority of his erotic fantasies since the end of sixth year. Not to mention that Sev would most likely insist that Harry learn as much as possible about anything the man could think of that might be a way to rid the world of Tom Riddle.



When Harry finally entered the dungeon classroom that evening he found Sev hunched over his desk scribbling away, filling the margins of his students' latest efforts with red ink.

Sev was aware of Harry's entrance but as was his habit he ignored it, this usually had the benefit of putting the dunderheads on edge.

However Harry calmly walked around the desk and began caressing the long tail of hair that fell down Sev's back forcing him to look up, Harry bent and claimed Sev's mouth.

Sev was assaulted by conflicting emotions, he didn't know whether to try to pull away, offended by Harry's forwardness or to reach up and pull the brat closer. The kiss was over before he actually made up his mind. At which point he wished he had done the latter.

Harry sighed happily, "I been thinking about that all day." He grinned at Sev's incredulous look as he leaned, almost sitting on the edge of the desk.

Sev snorted, "I sincerely doubt that." He lay down the quill he still had in his hand

Harry laughed, "So what are we doing this evening?"

Sev cleared his throat, "This is supposed to be detention, Mr. Potter." He smirked. He really was expecting Harry to revert to his normal moody teenaged self as he was all last year.

Harry sniggered as he leaned toward Sev, "That's right, and you have been a - very - naughty - Professor." His grin was almost evil.

With an arched eyebrow Sev sneered, "What ever you have in mind Potter, I suggest you forget it."

Harry laughed again, "What? You don't think we need to give you things to show the voyeuristic dork lard? Oh wait," he briefly made a disgusted face, "some one might think I'm talking about my cousin, when I meant Moldyshorts. Oh damn, that could be Dudley too."

"I see." Sev snorted, "So you expect to have me scrubbing cauldrons?"

Harry shook his head as he seated himself carefully straddling Sev's lap, "Oh, I think we can come up with something more fun than that." he smirked leaning forward his mouth next to Sev's ear, "Don't you?" he slid one hand behind Sev's neck and the other was caressing his chest.

Sev wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with his hands, although he had done so last evening, he really didn't think grabbing the boy's arse was appropriate, but then again the way Harry had of almost constantly touching...

The leather thong being removed from his hair freeing it to flow around them both interrupted his thoughts. As Harry began to nibble on his ear and kiss the soft spots on his neck.

With a groan Sev tilted his head giving Harry more room and brought both arms around the smaller man one hand on his bum the other curled up under his arm and over his shoulder pulling him closer as he allowed his head to fall back in to the hand that Harry had tangled in his hair.

Harry shifting closer had two effects the first was their mutual groans of pleasure when their groins made contact. The other was the sharp jerk and creak of protest from the chair.

Both men reacted. Sev flailed trying to catch the edge of the desk to keep them from toppling over. Harry gripping the back of the chair with one hand was casting with the other. He succeeded in casting a cushioning charm at the floor.

The expected crash never came and they held very still for a moment before Harry leaned back very carefully then stood pulling Sev with him.

Harry stared at the rickety thing that by rights should not have been able to support even one of them, let alone their combined weight.

"Okay." Harry let out a long breath, "Lets add, 'get Sev a new chair' to the list."

Sev pushed his hair back, "Yes, I believe that would be prudent." He let out his own sigh, "Especially if you are going to make a habit of sitting on me."

Harry laughed, "I didn't see you objecting earlier."

Sev smirked as he led the way into his office, "What else is on this list of yours?" he ask changing the subject.

"Hum, well, I haven't actually got too much on it at the moment," Harry followed, "I've already checked off 'snog Sev senseless' and 'get detention' so we can spend time together." He grinned, "Of course 'kill Voldy,' and 'eliminate Deatheater threat' are still at the top."

They had reached the corner of the office where Sev fiddled with something that Harry couldn't see and a secret door opened to reveal a small sitting room, merely two wingback chairs and a tea service in a room that might once have been a storage closet. "I do not wish this to come out wrong," he shook his head, "or to be offensive Harry, but," he indicated for Harry to have a seat, "I hardly think that those last two belong on your list at all."

Harry shrugged as he accepted the tea he was offered, "I wish they didn't." Sev noted the look of quiet acceptance, "If more people had it on their list back when he was first rising, we wouldn't be worrying about him now," he gave a little shrug, "but, they wait for a 'hero', someone mentioned in a prophesy, someone with a 'destiny'." Harry closed his eyes and bowed his head waiting for Sev's sneer of contempt.

At the word prophesy Sev had paled, "Prophesy?" he swallowed hard as he dropped to his knees in front of the boy, "Harry?" he gripped Harry's knee. "Are you 'The One' it speaks of?"

Harry sighed and nodded hesitantly raising his head to meet Sev's eyes.

Several emotions raced across Sev's face, fear and remorse being the most prominent, and his mouth worked but no sound came out. The one word that Harry could make out through reading Sev's lips was, "Forgive."

Harry reached out and pulled Sev to him. "It's alright Luv, I already know." He continued to pet him, make shushing noises and saying words of forgiveness and comfort.

That Severus Snape was the one that had overheard the telling of The Prophesy and took it to Voldemort was not hard to deduce. Especially in view of his current almost hysterical need to be forgiven.

Eventually Sev calmed and hung limp against Harry's chest, hiccoughing slightly feeling mortified about crying and profoundly unworthy of the young man's time and attention. But Harry just kept holding him and telling him there was nothing to forgive.

Sev shuddered almost crying again, "You should hate me Harry. You should hate me and want revenge on me." His voice was muffled in Harry's chest as he kept mumbling about all the terrible things he thought Harry should do to him.

Harry soon had enough and moved his hand to Sev's chin gently making him look up, "Your being silly Sev, and I want you to stop." He said firmly.

Sev pulled back looking belligerent, "I am not silly. Any normal person would want revenge on the person that killed their parents."

Sev sat back on his feet made a slight choking sound and leaned forward prostrating himself before Harry, much in the same way he did to the Dark Lord. "I am ready, Harry. Go ahead, avenge them."

Harry sighed loudly, watching the man he was beginning to suspect he was in love with, as he debased himself.

"Sev, when you told the Dark Lord what you over heard, did you know who it meant?"

Sev shook his head, "No Master."

Harry's eyes narrowed, "If you could have prevented their deaths, would you have?"

Sev let out a little sob, "Yes Master..." there was a pause while he drew in a great shaky breath, "I tried... no one knew where they were... until that night... when the Fidelius fell... and by then it was too late... I'm so sorry."

"I know Luv." Harry slid off the chair to kneel in front of Sev, "Please look at me Sev." he whispered as he touched the older man's shoulder.

Sev slowly sat up but kept his eyes down. He had no idea what to expect he was sure that any one else would have already cursed or beat if not out right killed him by now. A hand gently caressed his cheek, causing him to look into Harry's face.

"You made a mistake and you are forgiven."

"I don't deserve..."

Harry cut him off gently, "Considering what you just called me Sev, I would think you would not argue." It took Sev a minute to review what he had just said. He looked at Harry with wide eyes, realizing he had just given Harry a great deal of control over him.

Harry smirked, "Actually, this gives me an opening," he pulled Sev to his feet "to discuss a topic I think we should discuss." he pointed his wand at one of the chairs and it expanded to almost the size of a love seat, there wasn't room for it to be any bigger.

"Sit with me?" Harry pulled on Sev's hand as he sat. It was a tight fit but they managed it with only minimal shifting about. They ended up with Sev sitting sideways partially on Harry's lap with Sev's legs hanging across Harry's. Then Harry continued, "What kind of relationship do you want and what do you want to show old Tommy boy?" he lightly caressed Sev's knee and inner thigh.

"I..." Sev shrugged, "I really have no idea Harry. I have never..." he face went red and he looked away biting his lip.

Harry turned red as well, "Oh, um... never?"

Sev snorted, "I am a Deatheater, Harry, we don't indulge in such... The Dark Lord discourages..." he had an irritated look as he flung his arms out, "Why the hell do you think we all dress the way we do?" he plucked at his jacket, "My only rebellion is that I refuse to ever be put in the position of having some one find I haven't washed my unders again."

Harry sniggered and Sev pulled his legs away and started to stand, Harry grabbed him, "Severus?" he pulled the older man back into his seat and scrambled to straddle him, "I was not laughing at you. I was thinking of the face Siri would have made if you had been free balling the day you all took your OWL's." He grinned, "He'd have completely freaked out. You know he would have."

"Yes, I suppose." Sev smirked, "I believe the look on your father's face would have been more interesting." Sev was unconsciously caressing Harry's thighs.

Harry smiled, "I'm sure they both would have been pretty funny." He then blushed, "Just so you know, I don't have a lot of experience myself, a couple of girlfriends and one boy friend, none of which worked out very well." He shrugged one shoulder, "They didn't want 'just Harry' they wanted the Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived." He shuddered, "They were disappointed and I just felt used." He leaned against Sev burying his face in Sev's neck.

Sev stroked Harry's back for a moment, "Harry, you ask about our relationship, would you tell me, what is normal and what you think the Dark Lord will be looking for? Since my knowledge in this area is... well... limited."

Harry snorted slightly as he sat back, "I'm not sure I know what 'normal' is." He sighed, "What Voldy wants," he shook his head. "You said he thinks you're mine. The way you stated it would usually imply your submission to my desires. I'm guessing of course, but I would think, he will look for instances where I assert myself, possibly force you to do things you might not be comfortable with." Harry looked down, noticing that his hand had not been idle and Sev's jacket was mostly open. He looked into Sev's eyes, "It's almost impossible to know for sure what he expects. He could be looking for anything from simple sex to Sado-masochism to my learning the Dark Arts."

At the last Sev sucked in his breath. "Harry, you don't really think...?" Sev's hands were clenched in fear on Harry's hips.

Harry shook his head, "We're discussing what he thinks. He already thinks that I'm going dark." He smirked, "I think I would like it very much if you would teach me about the Dark Arts." Sev stiffened and started to shake his head. "Sev, think about how I phrased that, I can't defend against something I don't understand. I want to know the why, not necessarily the how."

Sev relaxed, "Alright, I..." he whispered, "I will do as my Master wishes." It was Harrys turn to stiffen and try to pull away. Sev didn't let go holding on to him, "Harry?" Harry was standing straddling Sev's knees as the older man clung to him.

Looking down to see the look of confusion on Sev's face, Harry relented and sank back on to Sev's lap scooting as close as he could get and growling in Sev's ear, "I want you to do this because it is what you want not because some psychotic megalomaniac wishes it."

Harry pulled back shocked by Sev's chuckled and halfhearted sneer, "I was unaware that you were a psychotic megalomaniac, Harry..." the sneer faded, "Um... Master?"

Harry's mouth opened and shut a couple times before he let out a week laugh, "I'm not sure I like you calling me that." and leaned in to capture Sev's mouth in a soft kiss. He had not corrected Sev when he call him that earlier and although he knew that he would have the dominant role Harry was not sure he was entirely comfortable with this level of dominance.

Shortly after that a soft chime sounded and Sev's groan had nothing to do with Harry, who was nibbling on his neck and grinding their erections together. Harry lifted his head from Sev's neck, "What is that Luv?"

Sev stroked Harry's back as he turned to look at the wall by the door, "The wards on the Slytherin common room, it would appear there is a fight in progress. With your permission I will see to the problem, it may take a while."

Harry hadn't noticed the clock beside the door that now read, 'Large Fight'.

Harry rose from Sev's lap reluctantly; "I'll see you in class tomorrow then." He caressed Sev's cheek and kissed him lightly before slipping out the door and heading to Gryffindor tower. He felt sorry for the Slytherins if Sev was even half as frustrated as he was.


A/N: Thanks to all those who review, all comments and constructive criticisms are welcome.