A/N: This has crossdressing, if you don't like that, dont read it. Also Slash, HarryXSeverus.
No beta, sorry.
Not very much plot.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter 1
Everyone has a secret, something they are either ashamed of, embarrassed about, or simply unwilling to talk about. Harry Potter was not excused from this requirement of the human race, although he was not ashamed, he was very, very embarrassed about it.
Hermione and Ron had gotten together in their seventh year, to the surprise of no one. Although Harry was caught of guard when he walked in on them in a somewhat compromising situation, on his bed. Suffice it to say he was not impressed, and the abashed teenagers scurried off to Hermione's room in their undergarments. "Exhibitionists" Harry had thought, seeing as Hermione had a perfectly good, private room to go along with her head girl badge. Just as Harry was about to call Dobby to change his sheets, and possibly burn them, he spotted Hermione's skirt lying innocently on his bed. Her pleated, school girl skirt, something he had been holding on to for a while snapped inside Harry and he desperately wanted to put on the skirt, "just once," he thought to himself, "just once and then never again."
Well Harry did put on the skirt, and loved it, and kept it. Of course he was a little ashamed of himself for stealing Hermione's skirt, but he felt that the two of them shagging on his bed rectified the that. "ew"
The school year ended, the golden trio had all passed their final year, two thirds of which had gotten married the following year. And Harry still had Hermione's skirt.
He was not going to give it back, the inevitable questions that would come up would be embarrassing and awkward, but then again, if he told them he wouldn't be hiding a part of himself from his two best friends… maybe it was a part that wasn't for anyone else.
Voldemort's demise had freed up a lot of Harry's time, and also showed him that he had no desire whatsoever to become an Auror, imagine that.
It was not, as Harry had imagined it would be, stormy and dark, nor was it night time, there was no dust slowly settling around them, or lightning. It was a sunny Tuesday, mid May, the trio were making their way around the grounds, mainly trying to relieve some of the stress from Hermione's stiff body. It being so close to exams she was currently studying more than she was both eating, and sleeping combined. Out of nowhere alarums went off, alerting both The Order and the Aurors that Hogwart's grounds had been breached.
Voldemort, in all his snake-like glory had strolled right up to Harry, simply saying, "This ends here boy. Avada Kedavra."
Now no one was quite sure why he thought it would work this time, why chance using the unforgivable when it had given him so much grief in the first place? Needless to say he did not receive the desired result, dead as a doorknob and not half as pretty, Voldemort fell to the ground. This was not, however, all that befell the snake that day, the squid, in an unusual show of helpfulness had stretched one large tentacle out to Voldemort and promptly ate him. He was later rewarded with the Order of Merlin, First Class, much to the chagrin of Cornelius Fudge, who was never taken very seriously after that.
Never one to enter battle unprepared, well, for the most part, Voldemort had brought with him his entire flock of Death Eaters, who had, the instance Voldemort cast the spell, dropped to the ground dead, there was of course exceptions. The Malfoys all survived, with the exception of Narcissa. It seemed she had placed both her son and husband under the Imperius spell and was forcing them to serve her lord. Severus Snape survived, but that was expected, with his work for The Order. Those that survived were taken in for questioning and all released, either being under the Imperius, a spy, unfaithful to his/ her lord, or, in one case, inhuman, Nagini was sent to a local wizarding zoo who paid handsomely for her.
Quite anti-climactic, as the papers would say, Harry however was free and could finally be normal, well, a normal famous person, fairly different, much to Harry's disappointment.
Instead of going off and joining the Aurors and becoming the invincible hero everyone thought he should be, Harry stayed at Hogwarts, and became the youngest teacher since Severus Snape, that particular Potions Master was none too happy about the Gryffindor Golden boy seizing the Defence Against the Dark Arts position out from his grasp, he was not so ignorant to think Harry was not the most competent person they would find, himself excluded of course, "he may even last longer than a year." The Professor had begrudgingly thought.
It was eight years since Voldemort had effectively offed himself and Harry had started working at Hogwarts. He still had Hermione's skirt.
He no longer wore it, it was stuffed away for the day when he might tell his friends his secret. Instead of the skirt, Harry had felt brave one day a few summers ago and apparated into muggle London. Under the guise of buying some clothes for his girlfriend, Harry had walked bravely into a random clothes store.
Harry liked green, and bought a skirt much like that of Hermione's old school uniform, with the exception of the colour, Slytherin green ironically enough. Also knee high socks, and a tight green tank top with spaghetti straps. Next was the really daring store, lingerie. He couldn't not go in, not when he had come so far. He practically salivated at the sight of a silk, black, garter belts. He ended up leaving with two sets of lingerie, one in black, a sheer tank top, again with spaghetti straps, a lacy black thong, and of course the garter belts. The second was royal blue, a corset-ish top, and silk panties. Flushed from more than just embarrassment, Harry rushed out of the store after purchasing his wares, it was rude to apparate out directly.
Even being a wizard for twenty-five years, Harry was still a little forgetful at times, and did not deign it necessary to shrink and hide away his peculiar purchases. It was very unfortunate for Harry that the he ran into anyone on his mad dash to his rooms, especially as the person in question was none other than Severus Snape. He quite literally ran into him, and they both ended up on the floor, with Harry's recent purchases strewn around them. Not expecting a long diatribe as he would as a student, their relationship had grown from one of hatred to one of mutual friendship, Severus was still a sarcastic git to everyone, but Harry had seemed to find humour in it instead of blinding fury.
"I know I am quite irresistible Potter, but that is no excuse for you to pounce on me at every opportunity." Severus sneered while rubbing his forehead where Harry had hit him. Harry was quite proud he could reach Severus' forehead, short as he was.
"Sorry Severus." Was all he mumbled, he could feel a deep blush heating his face and neck while he tried desperately to grab all the packages before Severus could see them, he actually managed to grab most of them, except one, the lingerie bag. There was no way Severus would mistake it for anything else, the infuriating proprietor had insisted on adding coloured tissue, and a bit of potpourri, leaving the bag smelling of hyacinths.
"Do I even want to ask Potter?" Severus questioned, raising an eyebrow as he picked up the bag.
"For Hermione, gag gift you know, to bug Ron." "That wasn't a bad excuse." Harry thought, proud of himself.
"Of course it is. I must be off, try not to run any one else down, and give Mrs. Granger-Weasley my best." Severus called back to him as he 'glided' away.
Not willing to miss such ample opportunity, Harry watched his backside until he turned the corner, "Bad Harry" He admonished, while running back to his rooms.
Harry knew that Severus and himself were the only two gay teachers at Hogwarts, not that homosexuality was uncommon in the wizarding world, and it was definitely not un-tolerated. When he came out to his friends that was his worst fear, that they would be disgusted and leave him. Neither happened and they were very supportive of him throughout his few relationships. Only two boys had ever gone out with Harry, Draco Malfoy shortly after his name was cleared, and Neville Longbottom while they were in their seventh year. With Draco it was only sex, all the sexual tension building up, neither were sad to say goodbye. Neville was different, it was more of a comfort relationship, and he went off and married to Cho Chang two years later.
Lately, although really it had been for years now, Harry had been thinking about his former Potions Professor, now that they didn't hate each other he found that he enjoyed the time he spent with the older man, and he wasn't positive, but he thought Severus might enjoy it too.
TBC
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