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Hairy Snape By BertaS 2006
Disclaimer: I'm not blond and I live in Florida so I obviously don't own them.
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.
Follow the Leader - Chapter. 8
As Severus Snape woke he was acutely conscious of the body spooned behind him. He wiggled slightly in an attempted to move away, only to have the arm around his waist tighten holding him in place. He wiggled again causing the man behind him to groan and press against him. Sev's eyes went wide and he held very still almost not breathing.
Harry was enjoying the way Sev was moving and was disappointed when he went so still. He nuzzled into the long hair and kissed the back of the Potions Master's neck before whispering sleepily, "G'morning, M'Luv."
"Good morning, Harry," Sev answered somewhat breathlessly, trying to relax. In his mind he knew that Harry would never intentionally hurt him but couldn't help the jolt of fear that shot through him when the young man had pressed his hard manhood against his bare bum.
Harry continued to kiss and nip at Sev's neck and shoulder as his hands caressed the man's chest eventually finding a small flat nipple to toy with causing Sev to gasp as it hardened. He wiggled again just to hear Harry groan.
Sev suddenly realized that he really did feel safe with Harry even with the portion of him that was currently poking him in the left arse cheek. He squirmed around to face the young man and snuggled close.
Harry smiled as he brushed Sev's hair back with his fingers, "Alright there?"
Sev smiled shyly back and nodded, before hiding his face in Harry's neck and tentatively kissing the juncture of neck and shoulder. Harry moved farther onto his back tilting his head to give Sev more room.
Unfortunately Sev was at a loss as to what to do next and looked up blushing, "Harry, I do not know how to... Will you instruct me?" he briefly bit his lip, "Please tell me what you like?"
Harry stroked Sev's side moving till Sev was on his back and Harry leaning over him, "How about a game of follow the leader?" he ask before kissing the man deeply and proceeding to kiss, lick and nip at Sev's neck and chest paying special attention to his nipples before moving lower to thrust his tongue into Sev's navel.
Sev squealed and writhed, causing Harry to laugh and flop back down saying, "Your turn My Love." He was grinning as he tucked his hands under his head and waited. It truly amazed him that Sev was so ticklish.
Sev sat up chuckling, he was a bit more confident this time as he bent to press his lips to the younger man's before mimicking his moves and eventually working his way down. He continued improvising a little after he dipped his tongue briefly into Harry's belly button, getting very little reaction, just a small groan. He moved lower to look at what had been poking him when he woke.
Sev's hand, almost of its own volition, moved to lightly stroke the jutting flesh. Harry's hand moved to gently stroke Sev's hair pushing slightly letting him know that Harry wanted him closer. He obeyed the silent command and placed a light kiss on it before licking the pearly drop off the tip.
Harry thrust up slightly, pushing gently on Sev's head silently urging him to take him in his mouth. Harry had done this for him and he knew it felt good but was unsure of just how to go about it. Sev started to open his mouth to ask a question but only placed another kiss on the tip before pulling back.
Kneeling in the center of the bed he spoke in that velvety soft voice, "I believe that it is your turn Harry." He then sat looking at Harry through the curtain of his hair waiting to see what the young man would do.
Harry groaned before sitting up to lightly kiss the older man. When he pulled back he growled, "You are evil. You know that don't you?"
Sev's head dropped, "yes," he whispered, "I know." He then turned moving to get off of the bed.
Harry grabbed his hand, "Where do you think you're going? Come back here Baby," he ordered.
Sev allowed himself to be pulled back. When he was once again lying down and Harry was leaning over him he looked up sadly, "I can not change what I am Harry."
Harry smiled softly and shook his head, "I don't want you too. I want you just as you are." His hands had been roaming over Sev's smooth skin and slid over his left arm. "Well," he sat up, "I might remove this." He examined the mark closely making a small noise in the back of his throat while sliding one finger over it causing Sev to tense in anticipation of pain. "It's a modified protean charm, isn't it?"
Sev nodded surprised that there had been no reaction, no pain, "How did you know?" This was not some thing that was actually taught at Hogwarts. How would Harry even be able to identify such a spell, it wasn't that it was actually dark but then again it wasn't really light either.
"We used something similar for the DA in fifth year," Harry answered absently still studying the mark.
Sev sat up abruptly, "You Marked people?" Was the boy insane? He would be looked at as being as bad, if not worse that the Dark Lord if he was Marking people while he was still in school. Voldemort had at least waited until he was out of school for several years as far as he and Albus could figure.
Harry's head shot up, "Of course not. Hermione charmed coins. I have the master coin so that I can... hum... I wonder..." he once again studied the mark but stopped himself from actually doing anything. Shaking his head he said, "No. I think I need to study up on this before I even think about tampering. I have to talk to Hermione."
Sev pulled his arm back nervously, "Indeed, you might wish to speak with the Headmaster as well. His notes on the subject may be quite helpful." He some how knew that he would soon be subjected to an interrogation about the Marking process by the bushy haired Know-It-All.
Harry smiled and looked at the clock, "What would you like for breakfast?"
Sev shrugged, "What ever you feed me I suppose." He said a little disconcerted by the abrupt change in topic.
Harry grinned, "Well, I was trying to 'feed' you something a moment ago, but you don't really seem ready for that just yet.
Sev blushed, "You did say we were playing, 'follow the Leader'."
Harry chuckled and pounced on Sev forcing a startled yelp out of the man. Harry soothed and calmed with a combination of touch and kiss that soon has Sev breathless. When he felt Harry's mouth close over his erection he gave up on trying to plan how to mimic what Harry was doing. He could barely put together the thought that he was going to cum when Harry released him. He made a noise of protest but was confused enough that he let Harry rearrange them
The next thing Sev knew Harry's cock was pressing against his lips and Harry instructing him to 'open up'. He hadn't thought that Harry was overly large but he felt huge in is mouth and he didn't really know what to do. He became aware that Harry had positioned them so that they could pleasure each other and all he had to do was follow Harry's lead.
The vibration Sev caused with his low moan as he came was enough to bring Harry to completion. Sev swallowed as much as he could but was unable to keep from choking. He coughed and then Harry was holding him. Sev looked up at him, breathing hard, "I'm sorry," he brought his hand up to wipe his mouth even though Harry had already spelled away most of the mess.
Harry smiled and kissed the man once more, "Don't be." He brushed the hair out of Sev's face, "Come on lets find some real food," he said as his stomach rumbled audibly.
After Harry once again fed Sev off of his own plate, which Sev secretly liked but would probably never admit, they tidied the house and packed for their return to Hogwarts. They separated as they left the Head Masters office Sev going to his chambers and Harry going to Gryffindor Tower before joining the rest of the school for lunch.
Hermione questioned Harry on what he was learning during lunch. He was hard pressed to come up with answers that satisfied her. Eventually he whispered, "I'm primarily working on getting more power behind the spells that I already know, rather than actually learning new stuff. I also need your notes on the DA coins," when she opened her mouth he held up his hand, "Don't ask. All I can say is it's for Professor Snape." He tapped his left forearm in a meaningful way.
Her face lit up, "Do you really think you can..."
Harry interrupted, "I don't know. That's why I need the notes." She nodded and talk turned to other things.
hshshshshshs
That evening Harry was sitting near the fire with Ron, Neville and several other boys working on his Herbology report. He was aware of the group of girls giggling on the other side of the common room and a group of younger students practicing Charms in the corner.
Hermione suddenly standing and marching toward the boys didn't concern him until he realized that all of the girls were following her. Harry breathed, "Uh-oh." Causing the other boys to look up just as Hermione planted her foot on the chair between Harry's legs. His eyes went wide behind his glasses and he leaned as far back in his chair as he could, "Uh... alright there, Hermione?"
"Harry, you indicated that you figured it out. How do you get more power behind it? I can't get enough to do more than a spot about the size of a galleon." Hermione indicated several small round hair free spots on her lower leg.
Harry gulped and looked around thinking, 'No help there.' Both Ron and Neville were staring at Hermione's bare leg, as was almost every other male in the room and who could really blame them? She was showing a great deal more of her very shapely legs than she normally would. Not to mention the view that Harry, who was seated directly in front of her, had, let's just say that no one else could actually see her knickers.
While the boys stared at Hermione the girls were watching Harry avidly. He suddenly realized that they were waiting to see if he could in fact remove the hair from their legs.
He wasn't sure he wanted to do this. He certainly didn't want to hurt any one especially girls that he considered his friends. Maybe after they realized how much it actually hurt they would concentrate on finding some other way to take care of the problem.
Harry swallowed and looked Hermione straight in the eye, "Uh. It's going to hurt."
She just wiggled her toes causing him to jump slightly, "Just show us how, Harry." She smiled prettily. Waiting as though she didn't believe that it would hurt nearly as much as he knew it would.
Harry shrugged, lifted both hands and wrapped them loosely around her upper thigh, the knuckles on one hand almost brushing against the crotch of her knickers the finger tips of the other just brushing them on the outside of her hip.
Ron suddenly yelped, "Harry! That's..."
Harry ignored him as he let out a long low hiss as he slowly slid his hands down to Hermione's ankle.
Hermione's eyes went wide, "OH! OH! OH Holy Cricket!" she shuddered but couldn't seem to move on her own.
Lavender giggled, "Does it really feel that good?"
Hermione turned to her, "It's like having your whole leg waxed, all at once." she panted bighting her lip, gripping Harry's shoulder as he stood.
Harry chuckled as he moved pushing Hermione gently into his chair, "I told you it was going to hurt. Now, give me your other leg."
She shook her head, "I don't think I want to." She curled her feet underneath her, looking at him accusingly, as if he had intentionally made it more painful than necessary.
Harry chuckled, "Come on Hermione, you don't want to have to keep shaving that leg. Let's just get it over with." He held out his hand waiting for her to put her foot in to it.
She hesitantly lifted her foot which he placed it against his thigh. Her squeal joined his hiss this time. Some how, the second leg hurt even more than the first.
Ginny huffed angrily, "Harry the rest of us can't do it that way. I don't know exactly what you're doing but I do recognize Parseltongue when I hear it." Her hands were on her now rather ample hips and she looked and sounded so much like her mother that Ron made a small, "Eep." noise.
Harry's sigh was interrupted by Lavender, "Oh, who cares if we can't do it ourselves. It only has to be done once, right?" and at Hermione's nod she continued, "If letting Harry grope me a little is all it takes..." she grinned at him playfully, wiggling sensuously as she hiked her skirt even higher than Hermione had, flashing everyone in the room before sitting on the couch next to Ron, lifting her leg and wiggling her toes at him.
"Come on Harry, 'Do me' I can take it," she said in a mock seductive voice, fully aware of how the works could be taken. Being one of the few aware of his preferences, she had consistently teased him in a friendly almost sisterly way but had shown great restraint in not broadcasting her knowledge.
Harry sighed and rubbed his face mumbling, "I ought to charge for this," as several of those watching chuckled.
"Anything you want Big Boy," Lavender teased, then her giggles quickly changed to a own hiss of pain as Harry's hands moved over each long slender leg.
Ginny snorted, "But he's using Parseltongue, Snake Language."
One of the second years frowned, "You say that as if it's a dirty word. Almost like it automatically makes him evil or something." He giggled and added, "I think it sounds cool. Harry will you say some thing else?" He looked at Harry eagerly as did several others.
Harry took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling and let a string of hisses.
There were several squeals, some oohs and ahs and the young boy whispered, "Wicked. What did you say Harry?"
Harry grinned at him shaking his head, "I don't think I'll repeat it, Ike. It wasn't exactly polite and I'd really prefer Hermione not to whack me on the back of the head." There was general laughter as Harry turned to find Hermione with her hands behind her back and her lip between her teeth as she tried to look innocent.
Ginny huffed again and stalked from the room. Irritated not only that Harry let Lavender get away with such blatant attempts to seduce him but that they all ignored her and her feelings for Harry. They should all know that Harry was hers. Not to mention that only those who were evil would ever show off such a disgusting talent. She was unaware of the inconsistency of these thoughts.
One of the third years sat in the chair that Hermione had vacated and said primly, "Mum said I couldn't shave until I'm fifteen. She never said anything about having the hair removed magically." She lifted her foot, "Please Harry?" Of course what she failed to mention was, that like Hermione, she was muggle born and her Mum would not have thought to forbid magical means since she had no idea that such a thing was even possible. The others expressed their desire to be next and a line began to form.
Harry sighed took hold of her foot and placed it against his thigh. It seemed to him that girls didn't care if something hurt. They were quite willing to endure all kinds of horrible things in the name of beauty, and most endured stoically having witnessed how it was done and psyching themselves up some actually said they were expecting it to be more painful.
By the next afternoon Harry was exhausted. The Gryffindor girls had told those in other houses and they approached him in ones and twos through out the morning, either in the halls between classes or by passing notes during class.
He had fondled so many legs and seen so many pairs of knickers, including several thongs, that they no longer even fazed him. He guessed that half of the females in the school could walk past him starkers and he wouldn't even notice. Well he might look at their breasts since he'd never really seen any of those. He was however contemplating finding somewhere to hide just to get a little rest.
The last straw was Hooch and McGonagall catching him with his hands up Mandy Brockhurst's skirt in a third floor classroom just after Harry's last class of the day. By the time Mandy was through explaining, and Harry had finished her second leg, Hooch was all for hiking her own robes up, exclaiming that she hadn't shaved since the early seventies.
Harry, brave Gryffindor that he was, did the only thing a sane man could. He bolted. Running as if a dozen dragons were behind him. Until he found himself in the potions classroom, where he leaned against the door panting and shivering with his eyes closed, trying to banish the image of legs that had not been shaved since before he was born.
He was startled to feel long fingers card through his hair. He opened his eyes to find Sev standing next to him looking concerned with one eyebrow cocked up questioningly.
Harry leaned in to the older man, "You probably don't really want to know but you're going to find out anyway so I better be the one to tell you," he mumbled.
Sev's eyebrow went even higher as he ushered Harry in to the secret sitting room, "You do know that your detention is not for another several hours. Do you not?"
Harry nodded, "Yea." He smiled slightly, "But I needed a place to hide and no one will think to look for me here." He sighed tiredly. "Everyone thinks we dislike each other intensely."
"I see," Sev suddenly became Professor Snape and sneered, "Just what have you been up to this time, Mr. Potter."
Harry grinned, "What? Don't you trust me?" he adopted his most innocent expression.
Sev snorted, "Oh, of course I do," he sneered sarcastically, "About as far as I could pick up Hagrid and throw him into the lake... without magic."
Harry laughed as he sat and accepted the tea that Sev handed him before launching into Hermione and the other girl's request. And how he couldn't go any place now with out girls throwing themselves at him wanting the hair removed from their legs.
When he was through Sev's only comment was, "You should thank Merlin that they have not asked for you to deplete it from any where else." He grinned and lifted his eyebrow in a suggestive way.
Harry shuddered, "I don't even want to think where else... oh... eeeeww! Sev, I really don't like most girls that way. I actually thought you might have figured that one out." He appeared shocked.
Sev chuckled, "Indeed. There is however nothing wrong with women. I find that I am quite attracted to a few of them."
This brought Harry up short, "You are? But...? OH... I never even... Oh God... Sev...? I thought...? Please tell me I didn't...? I didn't...?" he couldn't seem to finish a thought and was so terrified that he had forced Severus into something that the man found distasteful that he was on the verge of tears and shuddering violently as he rocked back and forth on his chair.
Sev knelt in front of the distraught teen, "Please, calm yourself Harry."
Harry started to reach for the older man but snatched his hands back, "But, I... I ra..." he was stopped by two fingers placed over his lips and Sev shaking his head.
"Harry," he spoke softly, "do not concern yourself so." His other hand came up to brush the boys unruly hair back, "Had I truly objected to anything we have done together, I am sure that you would have known." Sev smiled crookedly as he slid his fingers from Harry's lips to caress his cheek.
The hand that had been smoothing Harry's hair dropped to his knee and slid up his thigh as the man leaned closer, "For your information I have quite enjoyed being with you."
Harry finally took the older man in his arms and holding him close whispered, "I'm sorry Sev. I didn't ask if this was something you wanted." It was Harry's turn to smooth back Sev's hair, "I... Do you want a relationship with me?" he asked uncertainly.
Sev chuckled slightly as he looked up as haughtily as he could, "Two weeks ago, I would have hexed you for asking such an impertinent question."
Harry's face fell and Sev hugged him tightly, "Now my answer is a resounding, 'Yes Master', very much so."
Sev mumbled something else as he buried his face in Harry's neck. After a brief squeeze Harry pulled back caressing his face, "What's that Baby?"
Sev blushed deep red and softly repeated himself, "Please do not use me too harshly." then bit the corner of his lip thinking he probably should have prevaricated.
Harry studied the older man intently, "Would you not prefer something a little more equal? Are you sure you want a third master?"
Sev shook his head vigorously, "I will have only one Master. Just you." He smiled slightly, "Albus is my employer and the Dark Lord was... is a mistake. I have come to realize that they are both wrong on a great many things." Harry smiled as Sev proceeded to try to snuggle even closer.
A knocking from the other room interrupted them. Harry disappointedly asked, "You expecting someone?"
Sev chuckled as he stood, "Just my second year Gryffindors and Slytherins. They are my last class of the day." he pulled his pocket watch, and frowned, "They were supposed to be here nine minutes ago."
Harry laughed, "I wonder which one actually had the guts to knock."
Sev snorted as he led the way back into the classroom, "My money would be on Mr. Barker."
Harry laughed softly again as he pulled his invisibility cloak out of the bag he had dropped by the door, "Agreed, he stood up to Ginny last night," he said as he disappeared under the cloak then whispered, "What do I get if you're wrong?"
Sev was glairing at the spot the boy had been when he felt the wards that Harry had unconsciously put on the door fall and the door slowly opened without banging, as it normally would have.
When the students were all seated Professor Snape, fully aware that the door was still standing open and that Harry was undoubtedly still in the room, drawled, "Are you all actually late or did you just stand out there like a bunch of dunderheads until someone," his gaze landed on the scrawny sandy haired Isaac Barker, "gathered enough courage to actually pound on my door?"
The boy swallowed hard but didn't say anything until one of the Slytherins said primly, "Well Professor, Barker was late. So wa..."
He was cut off by the sandy haired Barker who now had his back ramrod straight and his jaw set defiantly, "Yes and I was the one who knocked, but honestly Professor, being late shouldn't count since you didn't have the door open."
Sev narrowed his eyes and snorted to cover his amusement the boy was obviously covering for one or more of his friends, "Five points will be awarded to Gryffindor for your honesty. However, ten will be removed for being late. Do not let it happen again.
The boy gave a sharp nod and sat attentively waiting for the class to begin. Only Sev noticed the door close softly a few moments later as he was passing out the day's pop quiz.
A/N Well there is chapter eight. I hope every one had a great Christmas. Please review. Tell me what you would like to see since I'm flying blind with only a few vague thoughts as to where I'm going with this. :)
BertaS
Disclaimer: I'm not blond and I live in Florida so I obviously don't own them.
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.
Follow the Leader - Chapter. 8
As Severus Snape woke he was acutely conscious of the body spooned behind him. He wiggled slightly in an attempted to move away, only to have the arm around his waist tighten holding him in place. He wiggled again causing the man behind him to groan and press against him. Sev's eyes went wide and he held very still almost not breathing.
Harry was enjoying the way Sev was moving and was disappointed when he went so still. He nuzzled into the long hair and kissed the back of the Potions Master's neck before whispering sleepily, "G'morning, M'Luv."
"Good morning, Harry," Sev answered somewhat breathlessly, trying to relax. In his mind he knew that Harry would never intentionally hurt him but couldn't help the jolt of fear that shot through him when the young man had pressed his hard manhood against his bare bum.
Harry continued to kiss and nip at Sev's neck and shoulder as his hands caressed the man's chest eventually finding a small flat nipple to toy with causing Sev to gasp as it hardened. He wiggled again just to hear Harry groan.
Sev suddenly realized that he really did feel safe with Harry even with the portion of him that was currently poking him in the left arse cheek. He squirmed around to face the young man and snuggled close.
Harry smiled as he brushed Sev's hair back with his fingers, "Alright there?"
Sev smiled shyly back and nodded, before hiding his face in Harry's neck and tentatively kissing the juncture of neck and shoulder. Harry moved farther onto his back tilting his head to give Sev more room.
Unfortunately Sev was at a loss as to what to do next and looked up blushing, "Harry, I do not know how to... Will you instruct me?" he briefly bit his lip, "Please tell me what you like?"
Harry stroked Sev's side moving till Sev was on his back and Harry leaning over him, "How about a game of follow the leader?" he ask before kissing the man deeply and proceeding to kiss, lick and nip at Sev's neck and chest paying special attention to his nipples before moving lower to thrust his tongue into Sev's navel.
Sev squealed and writhed, causing Harry to laugh and flop back down saying, "Your turn My Love." He was grinning as he tucked his hands under his head and waited. It truly amazed him that Sev was so ticklish.
Sev sat up chuckling, he was a bit more confident this time as he bent to press his lips to the younger man's before mimicking his moves and eventually working his way down. He continued improvising a little after he dipped his tongue briefly into Harry's belly button, getting very little reaction, just a small groan. He moved lower to look at what had been poking him when he woke.
Sev's hand, almost of its own volition, moved to lightly stroke the jutting flesh. Harry's hand moved to gently stroke Sev's hair pushing slightly letting him know that Harry wanted him closer. He obeyed the silent command and placed a light kiss on it before licking the pearly drop off the tip.
Harry thrust up slightly, pushing gently on Sev's head silently urging him to take him in his mouth. Harry had done this for him and he knew it felt good but was unsure of just how to go about it. Sev started to open his mouth to ask a question but only placed another kiss on the tip before pulling back.
Kneeling in the center of the bed he spoke in that velvety soft voice, "I believe that it is your turn Harry." He then sat looking at Harry through the curtain of his hair waiting to see what the young man would do.
Harry groaned before sitting up to lightly kiss the older man. When he pulled back he growled, "You are evil. You know that don't you?"
Sev's head dropped, "yes," he whispered, "I know." He then turned moving to get off of the bed.
Harry grabbed his hand, "Where do you think you're going? Come back here Baby," he ordered.
Sev allowed himself to be pulled back. When he was once again lying down and Harry was leaning over him he looked up sadly, "I can not change what I am Harry."
Harry smiled softly and shook his head, "I don't want you too. I want you just as you are." His hands had been roaming over Sev's smooth skin and slid over his left arm. "Well," he sat up, "I might remove this." He examined the mark closely making a small noise in the back of his throat while sliding one finger over it causing Sev to tense in anticipation of pain. "It's a modified protean charm, isn't it?"
Sev nodded surprised that there had been no reaction, no pain, "How did you know?" This was not some thing that was actually taught at Hogwarts. How would Harry even be able to identify such a spell, it wasn't that it was actually dark but then again it wasn't really light either.
"We used something similar for the DA in fifth year," Harry answered absently still studying the mark.
Sev sat up abruptly, "You Marked people?" Was the boy insane? He would be looked at as being as bad, if not worse that the Dark Lord if he was Marking people while he was still in school. Voldemort had at least waited until he was out of school for several years as far as he and Albus could figure.
Harry's head shot up, "Of course not. Hermione charmed coins. I have the master coin so that I can... hum... I wonder..." he once again studied the mark but stopped himself from actually doing anything. Shaking his head he said, "No. I think I need to study up on this before I even think about tampering. I have to talk to Hermione."
Sev pulled his arm back nervously, "Indeed, you might wish to speak with the Headmaster as well. His notes on the subject may be quite helpful." He some how knew that he would soon be subjected to an interrogation about the Marking process by the bushy haired Know-It-All.
Harry smiled and looked at the clock, "What would you like for breakfast?"
Sev shrugged, "What ever you feed me I suppose." He said a little disconcerted by the abrupt change in topic.
Harry grinned, "Well, I was trying to 'feed' you something a moment ago, but you don't really seem ready for that just yet.
Sev blushed, "You did say we were playing, 'follow the Leader'."
Harry chuckled and pounced on Sev forcing a startled yelp out of the man. Harry soothed and calmed with a combination of touch and kiss that soon has Sev breathless. When he felt Harry's mouth close over his erection he gave up on trying to plan how to mimic what Harry was doing. He could barely put together the thought that he was going to cum when Harry released him. He made a noise of protest but was confused enough that he let Harry rearrange them
The next thing Sev knew Harry's cock was pressing against his lips and Harry instructing him to 'open up'. He hadn't thought that Harry was overly large but he felt huge in is mouth and he didn't really know what to do. He became aware that Harry had positioned them so that they could pleasure each other and all he had to do was follow Harry's lead.
The vibration Sev caused with his low moan as he came was enough to bring Harry to completion. Sev swallowed as much as he could but was unable to keep from choking. He coughed and then Harry was holding him. Sev looked up at him, breathing hard, "I'm sorry," he brought his hand up to wipe his mouth even though Harry had already spelled away most of the mess.
Harry smiled and kissed the man once more, "Don't be." He brushed the hair out of Sev's face, "Come on lets find some real food," he said as his stomach rumbled audibly.
After Harry once again fed Sev off of his own plate, which Sev secretly liked but would probably never admit, they tidied the house and packed for their return to Hogwarts. They separated as they left the Head Masters office Sev going to his chambers and Harry going to Gryffindor Tower before joining the rest of the school for lunch.
Hermione questioned Harry on what he was learning during lunch. He was hard pressed to come up with answers that satisfied her. Eventually he whispered, "I'm primarily working on getting more power behind the spells that I already know, rather than actually learning new stuff. I also need your notes on the DA coins," when she opened her mouth he held up his hand, "Don't ask. All I can say is it's for Professor Snape." He tapped his left forearm in a meaningful way.
Her face lit up, "Do you really think you can..."
Harry interrupted, "I don't know. That's why I need the notes." She nodded and talk turned to other things.
hshshshshshs
That evening Harry was sitting near the fire with Ron, Neville and several other boys working on his Herbology report. He was aware of the group of girls giggling on the other side of the common room and a group of younger students practicing Charms in the corner.
Hermione suddenly standing and marching toward the boys didn't concern him until he realized that all of the girls were following her. Harry breathed, "Uh-oh." Causing the other boys to look up just as Hermione planted her foot on the chair between Harry's legs. His eyes went wide behind his glasses and he leaned as far back in his chair as he could, "Uh... alright there, Hermione?"
"Harry, you indicated that you figured it out. How do you get more power behind it? I can't get enough to do more than a spot about the size of a galleon." Hermione indicated several small round hair free spots on her lower leg.
Harry gulped and looked around thinking, 'No help there.' Both Ron and Neville were staring at Hermione's bare leg, as was almost every other male in the room and who could really blame them? She was showing a great deal more of her very shapely legs than she normally would. Not to mention the view that Harry, who was seated directly in front of her, had, let's just say that no one else could actually see her knickers.
While the boys stared at Hermione the girls were watching Harry avidly. He suddenly realized that they were waiting to see if he could in fact remove the hair from their legs.
He wasn't sure he wanted to do this. He certainly didn't want to hurt any one especially girls that he considered his friends. Maybe after they realized how much it actually hurt they would concentrate on finding some other way to take care of the problem.
Harry swallowed and looked Hermione straight in the eye, "Uh. It's going to hurt."
She just wiggled her toes causing him to jump slightly, "Just show us how, Harry." She smiled prettily. Waiting as though she didn't believe that it would hurt nearly as much as he knew it would.
Harry shrugged, lifted both hands and wrapped them loosely around her upper thigh, the knuckles on one hand almost brushing against the crotch of her knickers the finger tips of the other just brushing them on the outside of her hip.
Ron suddenly yelped, "Harry! That's..."
Harry ignored him as he let out a long low hiss as he slowly slid his hands down to Hermione's ankle.
Hermione's eyes went wide, "OH! OH! OH Holy Cricket!" she shuddered but couldn't seem to move on her own.
Lavender giggled, "Does it really feel that good?"
Hermione turned to her, "It's like having your whole leg waxed, all at once." she panted bighting her lip, gripping Harry's shoulder as he stood.
Harry chuckled as he moved pushing Hermione gently into his chair, "I told you it was going to hurt. Now, give me your other leg."
She shook her head, "I don't think I want to." She curled her feet underneath her, looking at him accusingly, as if he had intentionally made it more painful than necessary.
Harry chuckled, "Come on Hermione, you don't want to have to keep shaving that leg. Let's just get it over with." He held out his hand waiting for her to put her foot in to it.
She hesitantly lifted her foot which he placed it against his thigh. Her squeal joined his hiss this time. Some how, the second leg hurt even more than the first.
Ginny huffed angrily, "Harry the rest of us can't do it that way. I don't know exactly what you're doing but I do recognize Parseltongue when I hear it." Her hands were on her now rather ample hips and she looked and sounded so much like her mother that Ron made a small, "Eep." noise.
Harry's sigh was interrupted by Lavender, "Oh, who cares if we can't do it ourselves. It only has to be done once, right?" and at Hermione's nod she continued, "If letting Harry grope me a little is all it takes..." she grinned at him playfully, wiggling sensuously as she hiked her skirt even higher than Hermione had, flashing everyone in the room before sitting on the couch next to Ron, lifting her leg and wiggling her toes at him.
"Come on Harry, 'Do me' I can take it," she said in a mock seductive voice, fully aware of how the works could be taken. Being one of the few aware of his preferences, she had consistently teased him in a friendly almost sisterly way but had shown great restraint in not broadcasting her knowledge.
Harry sighed and rubbed his face mumbling, "I ought to charge for this," as several of those watching chuckled.
"Anything you want Big Boy," Lavender teased, then her giggles quickly changed to a own hiss of pain as Harry's hands moved over each long slender leg.
Ginny snorted, "But he's using Parseltongue, Snake Language."
One of the second years frowned, "You say that as if it's a dirty word. Almost like it automatically makes him evil or something." He giggled and added, "I think it sounds cool. Harry will you say some thing else?" He looked at Harry eagerly as did several others.
Harry took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling and let a string of hisses.
There were several squeals, some oohs and ahs and the young boy whispered, "Wicked. What did you say Harry?"
Harry grinned at him shaking his head, "I don't think I'll repeat it, Ike. It wasn't exactly polite and I'd really prefer Hermione not to whack me on the back of the head." There was general laughter as Harry turned to find Hermione with her hands behind her back and her lip between her teeth as she tried to look innocent.
Ginny huffed again and stalked from the room. Irritated not only that Harry let Lavender get away with such blatant attempts to seduce him but that they all ignored her and her feelings for Harry. They should all know that Harry was hers. Not to mention that only those who were evil would ever show off such a disgusting talent. She was unaware of the inconsistency of these thoughts.
One of the third years sat in the chair that Hermione had vacated and said primly, "Mum said I couldn't shave until I'm fifteen. She never said anything about having the hair removed magically." She lifted her foot, "Please Harry?" Of course what she failed to mention was, that like Hermione, she was muggle born and her Mum would not have thought to forbid magical means since she had no idea that such a thing was even possible. The others expressed their desire to be next and a line began to form.
Harry sighed took hold of her foot and placed it against his thigh. It seemed to him that girls didn't care if something hurt. They were quite willing to endure all kinds of horrible things in the name of beauty, and most endured stoically having witnessed how it was done and psyching themselves up some actually said they were expecting it to be more painful.
By the next afternoon Harry was exhausted. The Gryffindor girls had told those in other houses and they approached him in ones and twos through out the morning, either in the halls between classes or by passing notes during class.
He had fondled so many legs and seen so many pairs of knickers, including several thongs, that they no longer even fazed him. He guessed that half of the females in the school could walk past him starkers and he wouldn't even notice. Well he might look at their breasts since he'd never really seen any of those. He was however contemplating finding somewhere to hide just to get a little rest.
The last straw was Hooch and McGonagall catching him with his hands up Mandy Brockhurst's skirt in a third floor classroom just after Harry's last class of the day. By the time Mandy was through explaining, and Harry had finished her second leg, Hooch was all for hiking her own robes up, exclaiming that she hadn't shaved since the early seventies.
Harry, brave Gryffindor that he was, did the only thing a sane man could. He bolted. Running as if a dozen dragons were behind him. Until he found himself in the potions classroom, where he leaned against the door panting and shivering with his eyes closed, trying to banish the image of legs that had not been shaved since before he was born.
He was startled to feel long fingers card through his hair. He opened his eyes to find Sev standing next to him looking concerned with one eyebrow cocked up questioningly.
Harry leaned in to the older man, "You probably don't really want to know but you're going to find out anyway so I better be the one to tell you," he mumbled.
Sev's eyebrow went even higher as he ushered Harry in to the secret sitting room, "You do know that your detention is not for another several hours. Do you not?"
Harry nodded, "Yea." He smiled slightly, "But I needed a place to hide and no one will think to look for me here." He sighed tiredly. "Everyone thinks we dislike each other intensely."
"I see," Sev suddenly became Professor Snape and sneered, "Just what have you been up to this time, Mr. Potter."
Harry grinned, "What? Don't you trust me?" he adopted his most innocent expression.
Sev snorted, "Oh, of course I do," he sneered sarcastically, "About as far as I could pick up Hagrid and throw him into the lake... without magic."
Harry laughed as he sat and accepted the tea that Sev handed him before launching into Hermione and the other girl's request. And how he couldn't go any place now with out girls throwing themselves at him wanting the hair removed from their legs.
When he was through Sev's only comment was, "You should thank Merlin that they have not asked for you to deplete it from any where else." He grinned and lifted his eyebrow in a suggestive way.
Harry shuddered, "I don't even want to think where else... oh... eeeeww! Sev, I really don't like most girls that way. I actually thought you might have figured that one out." He appeared shocked.
Sev chuckled, "Indeed. There is however nothing wrong with women. I find that I am quite attracted to a few of them."
This brought Harry up short, "You are? But...? OH... I never even... Oh God... Sev...? I thought...? Please tell me I didn't...? I didn't...?" he couldn't seem to finish a thought and was so terrified that he had forced Severus into something that the man found distasteful that he was on the verge of tears and shuddering violently as he rocked back and forth on his chair.
Sev knelt in front of the distraught teen, "Please, calm yourself Harry."
Harry started to reach for the older man but snatched his hands back, "But, I... I ra..." he was stopped by two fingers placed over his lips and Sev shaking his head.
"Harry," he spoke softly, "do not concern yourself so." His other hand came up to brush the boys unruly hair back, "Had I truly objected to anything we have done together, I am sure that you would have known." Sev smiled crookedly as he slid his fingers from Harry's lips to caress his cheek.
The hand that had been smoothing Harry's hair dropped to his knee and slid up his thigh as the man leaned closer, "For your information I have quite enjoyed being with you."
Harry finally took the older man in his arms and holding him close whispered, "I'm sorry Sev. I didn't ask if this was something you wanted." It was Harry's turn to smooth back Sev's hair, "I... Do you want a relationship with me?" he asked uncertainly.
Sev chuckled slightly as he looked up as haughtily as he could, "Two weeks ago, I would have hexed you for asking such an impertinent question."
Harry's face fell and Sev hugged him tightly, "Now my answer is a resounding, 'Yes Master', very much so."
Sev mumbled something else as he buried his face in Harry's neck. After a brief squeeze Harry pulled back caressing his face, "What's that Baby?"
Sev blushed deep red and softly repeated himself, "Please do not use me too harshly." then bit the corner of his lip thinking he probably should have prevaricated.
Harry studied the older man intently, "Would you not prefer something a little more equal? Are you sure you want a third master?"
Sev shook his head vigorously, "I will have only one Master. Just you." He smiled slightly, "Albus is my employer and the Dark Lord was... is a mistake. I have come to realize that they are both wrong on a great many things." Harry smiled as Sev proceeded to try to snuggle even closer.
A knocking from the other room interrupted them. Harry disappointedly asked, "You expecting someone?"
Sev chuckled as he stood, "Just my second year Gryffindors and Slytherins. They are my last class of the day." he pulled his pocket watch, and frowned, "They were supposed to be here nine minutes ago."
Harry laughed, "I wonder which one actually had the guts to knock."
Sev snorted as he led the way back into the classroom, "My money would be on Mr. Barker."
Harry laughed softly again as he pulled his invisibility cloak out of the bag he had dropped by the door, "Agreed, he stood up to Ginny last night," he said as he disappeared under the cloak then whispered, "What do I get if you're wrong?"
Sev was glairing at the spot the boy had been when he felt the wards that Harry had unconsciously put on the door fall and the door slowly opened without banging, as it normally would have.
When the students were all seated Professor Snape, fully aware that the door was still standing open and that Harry was undoubtedly still in the room, drawled, "Are you all actually late or did you just stand out there like a bunch of dunderheads until someone," his gaze landed on the scrawny sandy haired Isaac Barker, "gathered enough courage to actually pound on my door?"
The boy swallowed hard but didn't say anything until one of the Slytherins said primly, "Well Professor, Barker was late. So wa..."
He was cut off by the sandy haired Barker who now had his back ramrod straight and his jaw set defiantly, "Yes and I was the one who knocked, but honestly Professor, being late shouldn't count since you didn't have the door open."
Sev narrowed his eyes and snorted to cover his amusement the boy was obviously covering for one or more of his friends, "Five points will be awarded to Gryffindor for your honesty. However, ten will be removed for being late. Do not let it happen again.
The boy gave a sharp nod and sat attentively waiting for the class to begin. Only Sev noticed the door close softly a few moments later as he was passing out the day's pop quiz.
A/N Well there is chapter eight. I hope every one had a great Christmas. Please review. Tell me what you would like to see since I'm flying blind with only a few vague thoughts as to where I'm going with this. :)
BertaS
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