Disclaimer – Belongs to JK Rowling, because if I did all sexy male characters would be together.

Doesn't always follow the original plot. Snape, Lupin and black are all alive.

Everything else is pretty much the same.

"With a face that makes you drop to your knees

With a smile that lights the darkened night

With an eye that does more then sees

With fingertips that feel so right

Against your skin and entwined with your fingers

The prettiest creature he'd ever seen."

Chapter 1 – the beginning of the circle.

After leaving Hogwarts, the golden trio continued to make scandals; albeit for totally different reasons.

The golden trio had discovered sex.

Shortly after leaving Hogwarts, it was discovered accidently by The Daily Prophet that the three had entered into a relationship. Together! Over the next three years the shared and individual sexual exploits of the triad graced the covers of various Wizarding glossies, although Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet was surprisingly quiet on the whole drama.

Although the trio remained scandalously close they decided that they were better as friends then as partners. Harry had finally finished his DADA mastery and was returning to Hogwarts for his new position as DADA professor and head of the lions; as well as being the author of a number of novels. Hermione was just starting out as an Auror, after acing Auror training. Ron had got a place as the keeper of the England Quidditch team. The three were at the top of their game. Young, beautiful, rich, powerful and famous.

Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry was now under the sturdy guidance of Professor McGonagall. Snape was still head of the snakes and deputy headmaster, much to his reluctance. Draco Malfoy held the position of transfiguration and Charlie Weasley was the care of magical creatures' professor. Neville Longbottom had finally taken over Professor Sprout. The rest of the teachers remained the same. Poppy Pomfrey had retired and Ginny Weasley had taken her place.

"Why am I doing this again?" Harry asked his two closest friends. Ron and Hermione sat on either side of him, on his bed. Harry lay spread-eagled on his huge queen-sized bed looking frustrated. Harry's room was the largest of the three, with plenty of velvet and silk sheet which is why the trio spent most of their nights in there. The room was tastefully done in deep purple with black and purple sheets. A huge black chandelier hung from the high ceiling. Hedwig and her young baby owl, Callie, sat in their huge cage in the corner by the window. All three were dressed for bed and were trying to help Harry decide on what he was wearing for his first day back at Hogwarts. Hermione wore a traditional white silk and lace nightdress which reached her ankles. Ron wore a plain black t-shirt and red boxers. Harry looked adorable in cute green and white striped pyjamas. Piles of clothes were flung all over the room. Harry had way too many clothes.

"Because you want to make a good impression with your Professors and look good for all your students" Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry as he huffed in annoyance.

"I don't wanna 'Mione'" Harry whined. Ron stroked Harry's hair affectionately, then trailing his fingertips over his shoulders and chest.

"Yes you do," Ron replied for her, smiling when Harry unconsciously scooted closer to him. "Tomorrow morning will have you running around in a panic trying to find something to wear, no doubt waking us up in the crossfire, even though you don't have to be there till dinner."

Harry giggled and rubbed against Ron, who was still stroking him.

"I'm sorry guys, I know I'm a nuisance" Harry pouted and attempted to look apologetic. Hermione shook her head and slipped her hand into his.

"A nuisance? You? Nah" She bent down and lightly kissed his slightly parted lips. They were as soft and as inviting as ever. She could quite easily kiss him forever.

"I think you need an early night" Ron whispered in his ear, whilst twining his fingers with Hermione's. She deepened the kiss, using it as a distraction to undress him. Harry ended up totally naked between his fully clothed best friends. Ron and Hermione could not believe how lucky they were and just how beautiful Harry was.

"I s-suppose an early night would be a g-good idea" Harry gasped as Ron's wandering hand got brave.

"Help please!!!!" Harry ran up and down his room, throwing clothes around. Hermione and Ron sat up in bed, shaking their heads and laughing. The trio had returned to bed after lunch and still had not found Harry anything to wear. As well as that they were attempting to pack. Harry was not helping.

"What about the green outfit?" Hermione suggested helpfully, "It brings out your eyes"

"I can't wear that on my first day as Gryffindor head" Harry shook his head and continued pacing frantically.

"Then the red one" Ron advised, smiling brightly until the horrified look on Harry's face implied his suggestion had been wrong.

"And show favouritism! I can't wear that one either"

"if you're going to be like this, then green, red, yellow and blue are out of the question, so lets pack them ones away" Hermione started to pack away all the outfits Harry didn't want to wear, with a flick of her wand.

"Harry you have an hour till you need to apparate to Hogwarts, it would have been less then that if you had had to apparate outside Hogwarts" Because Harry was so powerful he was the only one who was able to apparate inside the building.

"Telling me that isn't helping, finding me something to wear would be helping"

"This?" Hermione picked an outfit up and Harry smile showed them it was perfect.

Snape hated the sorting feast, and the school and pretty much everything else related to school. He sat at the staff table looking out at the remaining first years as they were sorted in annoyance. Instead of the thick black robes he once wore, he had been forced by Minerva after the war to wear more colour, he wore a deep green silk shirt and dark grey leather trousers under an open fitted black robe with green etching on the sleeves and collar. Since using a spell instead of a potion to protect his hair from fumes, it was soft and thick and had been grown out to nearing his hips. He had had plaited it with a thick green ribbon that had matched his shirt.

He was impatiently waiting for the new DADA professor to arrive. It had been a tightly kept secret, and only Minerva knew who it was. The sorting had finished and most of the welcoming speech.

The doors swung open and everyone turned their attention to the figure gracefully striding through the doors. Snape stared at the figure in shock. Although male, the figure was slight and delicate, with a grace that even a woman could not pull off. He wore tight black leather pants that couldn't hide the muscled legs and thighs, dragon-hide boots that gave him the tiniest extra height. He wore no robes but an unyielding plush purple shirt that clung to his small but well defined chest and a tight corset style waistcoat in charcoal grey which hugged his figure and had corset type laces up his back. Three buttons of the shirt were undone and teased a glimpse of pale white throat. His hair was black as night and loosely fell past his shoulders in relaxed curls.

But it was his face that held everyone's attention. It was a face that could make you fall to your knees, thought Severus in wonder. It held promise of steamy nights and lush mornings, of intoxicated kisses, sinful caresses and innocent embraces. He had never seen anyone who could pull of absolute sexuality and adorable innocence, but the figure managed it perfectly. He was the prettiest creature he had ever seen. He had lush pink lips that seemed set in a cute pout, high cheekbones and pale pearl skin that ached to be touched and caressed by fingers. But the eyes held Severus's attention and brought on recognition that Severus couldn't quite place. Bright verdant green eyes behind rimless glasses seemed to stare right at him for what seemed like an endless moment until the figure dropped his gaze as thick long eyelashes rested on his pale cheeks. The figure stood in front of the staff table and bowed low to them, as traditional pure-bloods were taught to do.

"Professor Potter…right on time" McGonagall's voice interrupted his thoughts. Her smile broadened and her gaze softened as she looked down at the bowing young professor. Snape looked down in mortification. He was perving on the blasted man-who-lived, Harry Bloody Potter.

"Damn it" Snape muttered to himself.

I love how this first chapter turned out. The description of Harry blew me away. YAAYY!

Poor snapey.

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