Disclaimer: JKR Disney get credit. Pairing: HP/SS HP/JS Crossover PoTC
That Effect
By WittchWay
Harry dashed from the potion classroom past Snape and out into the hall. He was almost to the stairs leading back to the main castle when he suddenly ducked behind a statue of a pervious potion master of Hogwarts in the 17th century. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes shut, gathering his breath, his face felt hot, flushed, aroused.
He pulled a chocolate frog from his pocket, fiddling with the wrapper but did not open it.
He giggled instead… was silent… then giggled again.
Grinning Harry leaned his head back against the stone wall closing his eyes again. He felt like a giggling schoolgirl, giddy with her first kiss.
After all it was just a kiss, he told himself. Just a kiss.
He had been kissed before, Cho, George Weasley...not a lot mind you but he had at least a couple of times.
But those weren't kisses.
Not really.
"Captain Jack Sparrow..." he whispered. The way his lips brushed his, teased him, tormented him, making him beg, his body ache…that was a kiss. He could still feel the tingle of those rough lips on his. The lean form of a strong body pressed against his... Strong hands cupping his arse, pulling him closer and closer. It was burned into his being
It felt nice, very nice…very nice indeed.
Captain Jack Sparrow dropped the ladle he had been twirling into the cauldron and stepped back. "Still frightening the students Snape. Nice to see something's don't change."
Snape clenched his fists, grinding his teeth. "Don't touch my students..."
Sparrow smiled jovially, "Your student? Really…Want the little bugger for yourself...I understand Ole boy... wouldn't mind a little Harry in your Potter." He winked and gave an upward nod. "...or Potter in my Harry..." he said dreamily.
"STOP it NOW", Snape hissed. "He is a child...they are all children."
"He's old enough... willing enough..." Sparrow crackled. Then suddenly silent, his arms crossed against his chest.
Sparrow tilted his head to one side, a small smirk playing on his lips. His eyes narrowed. "You want him for yourself." It was a statement not a question, calm and casual.
Snape's temper was gone, for a moment his usually stone look changed and looked like a deer caught in the headlights… then just as quickly the blank mask was back in place. His fists still clenched at his side, it took all of his might not to draw his wand.
Sparrow didn't wait for an answer, He pushed himself away from the workstation picking up his empty bottle of rum.
He held the bottle up"Why don't you give her a little tap with your wand… filler up for me."
"Get out."
Sparrow smirked, he knew better then to press the matter, he had know Snape a long time and had been on the wrong end of the mans wand enough times to let it lie. He jaunted toward the door, "...just because you're going to deny yourself, doesn't mean I have to." He exited the door slamming it behind him
By night of the same day word had spread of the incident in the dungeon… the one between Sparrow and Peeves and their little battle. It was all the school could talk about for days. Rumors flew again. Theories ran wild.
But of course there was the dirty little secret that took another day or so to come to light…the Kiss.
Harry didn't realize it at first of course. He hadn't thought once of the Hufflepuff boy that Snape had dragged into his office for discipline. He didn't even remember what the boy looked like.
But slowly word leaked, from table to table…Eyes following Harry as he drifted toward the Gryffindor table for breakfast two days later.
Harry plopped on the bench next to Hermione, dropping his school bag next to him"And why is everyone staring at me" he sighed pulling a plate of eggs toward him.
She looked up from her book, her lips pressed in a firm line, frowning.
Harry hated when she was like this, like a mother about to go into lecture mode.
"Did you kiss the pirate" She gritted"Robbie Whitby from Hufflepuff told his brother Kevin Whitby of Ravenclaw who told his house and Padma Patel, who told her sister and you know what a gossip she is..." Her voice rose getting shriller with every name.
"Oh Harry… He's a pirate, really bad news… I was in the Library looking it up, you should see the count of things he's done and now he's here. I can only imagine why… why would Dumbledore allow that monster in the school"
Ron who was on the other side of Hermione nudged her in the ribs as the Headmaster rose slowly from the teachers table, his blue eyes twinkling"Your attention please" he nodded, raising his hands in a silencing fashion"I would like to introduce Captain Jack Sparrow commander of the Black Pearl. He will be staying at the school for a few days as Professor Snape's guest. Please treat him with the same respect you would any professor."
The hall looked up as the side entrance door burst open and in entered Jack Sparrow with quite a flourish. He bounced merrily up along side Dumbledore, bowing he took his ragged old captains hat from his head in salute.
Harry noticed he had on the long duster he was wearing when he first arrived, A sword hung heavy on his hip. He cocked his head to one side, chin tilted slyly, smiling.
A light splatter of applause rose across the room. Most simply watched the man survey his surroundings… his eyes darting from table to table.
"…As our guest Captain Sparrow felt compelled to earn his keep." Dumbledore visibly swallowed, he looked as if he didn't want to continue"So as a courtesy to the school Captain Sparrow will teach the old art of Dueling… with swords." Dumbledore said dryly"Sign up will be in the entrance hall after breakfast."
With that Dumbledore sat down, but the hall broke into a full round of applause at that moment. Several were rising already to sign up.
Harry eyed Sparrow as he sat himself next to Snape, who did not look too happy. Professor Sprout whom had been a seat away scooted her chair further away.
"You signing up mate" Ron grabbed a biscuit smearing it with jam.
"Yes." There was no question in his mind. Harry would not, could not, miss this opportunity.
TBC
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