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Harry climbed the steps to Hogwarts thinking over the night before. He had enjoyed sharing so much with 'S'. The other man was smart and funny, even on paper. Harry didn't even want to admit to himself how sexy he found 'S'. The very fact that he had gotten off, without ever meeting the man, while he was being dominated over a piece of parchment blew his mind. Ascending the last few steps he reached out and pushed the large oak doors in front of him. Peeves, in all his irritating glory was floating above what looked to be a group of first years; in his opaque hands he held a large bucket. The desire to see exactly what was going on was out weighed by his love of dry clothing, so moving as quickly as his feet would carry him Harry headed toward the Great Hall. He had two minutes to make it to the head table before he was considered late.

The Headmaster, flamboyantly proper as always sat in his usual spot in the center of the head table. To his left, Professor McGonagall sat, her back straight, as she tried to pretend that she couldn't hear Professor Trelawney blathering on about omens and why the shapes of the clouds meant that in three days time some thing or another was going to happen. Harry, catching his former Head of House's eye, smiled and shook his head.
The seat to Dumbledore's right was empty, though next to the empty seat sat a scowling Severus Snape. The desire to wink at the other man just to irritate him bubbled up in Harry's stomach. Then he thought of 'S'. What would he think if he knew that Harry was baiting his former Professor? Though he hadn't met the man, the idea of seeming juvenile to him bothered Harry. Pulling out his seat, he nodded to Snape before sitting down and turning to Professor Dumbledore.

"Hello Albus. Thank you for sending that letter. I forgot about meeting you today." Harry admitted with a blush.

"I had a feeling," the Headmaster replied with a twinkle in his eye. "I trust your trip up was easy?"

"I just appeared to the gates. It's nice being here again. I love not having to cook for myself." A snort to his right had Harry turning in his seat.

"I'm sorry Professor did you want to join our conversation?"

Snape lifted his eye brow and sneered at the young man sitting beside him.

"You should know the answer to that Potter. Why in the world would I choose to converse with you when I have a knife and fork that I could gouge my eyes out with? I assure you, the latter would be far more entertaining for me."

"You know, I bet I might enjoy that as well." Harry smiled at the older man and giving in to his desire from a few moments before he winked. The look on the older mans face was priceless. A mixture of sever irritation and the desire not to smile. Deciding to try his luck Harry leaned forward, placing his hand on Snape's arm and whispered into his ear, "Go ahead Professor. You know you want to. I promise it won't hurt if you do it slowly."

When he pulled back what he saw surprised him more then an actual smile would have. Snape was blushing. If it wasn't for the fact that he had been paying close attention to the other man Harry never would have noticed. The soft shade of pink could have been attributed to any number of things but Harry and Snape both knew what it was.

Just as quickly as the pink had appeared, it faded back into nothingness. Harry wasn't willing to let go so soon. With all the bravery he could muster he smile and leaned toward the other man again, keep his space this time.

"You really should blush more often Professor. You look good in pink."
With those words he turned back to the Headmaster to discuss what was new in their lives.

Severus sat looking at his plate. He hated the little brat. Harry bloody Potter and his never fail way of getting under Severus's skin. Be it in class, in a shop or here, at the table where he was forced to take at least two of his meals a day. That boy was always finding ways to get under his skin. He knew it wasn't really Harry that had him blushing. It was the shirt the boy, no not boy. Man. The shirt the man was wearing. Black and tight in all the right places, it had the Weird Sisters logo in bright purple lettering across the front. The too-tight shirt, along with the slim body beneath it had made him think of Lightning. Lightning, the Weird Sisters fan who liked to be spanked and then fucked hard. Lightning who had pierced nipples and wanted to be tied up and used like the sex toy he was made to be. Lightning, who had cum for him, all over that parchment the night before. Severus took a drink of pumpkin juice and looked at his plate. He had been so preoccupied with Potter that he hadn't even served himself. Looking to his left he saw that the mashed potatoes he usually had were sitting just out of his reach in front of his newest and most bothersome lunch companion.

"Potter, please pass the potatoes."

Harry reached for the bowl just as a medium sized owl landed next to Snapes plate. It stood just over a foot tall. The bird was handsome, it's orange beak bright against the black feathers of its face. Where it would have had eyebrows hand it been human, there were two lines of feathers that pointed down in the shape of a V. Its body was covered in black and white striped feathers that gave it a layered look. On the birds leg was a small rolled piece of parchment. Harry recognized the parchment as the one he had addressed that morning. Dread filled his body as he watched the Potion Masters long white fingers reach forward to untie the note.

"Is there something I can help you with Potter," asked the voice that had harassed him so many times in the past.

"No."

"Well then do me a favor and stop looking at my bird that way. You really aren't his type." Snape said with a smirk.
Harry couldn't help himself. He had to ask, had to be sure.

"What do you call him?"

"Not that it is any of your business, but he is called Heathcliff. Why do you ask?"

"He looks similar to an owl a friend of mine has."

"I do hope you aren't comparing him to that horrid bird of Weasleys." Snape replied with a sniff.

Harry just shook his head and looked at the food on his plate. He had been starving when he arrived, yet he found that the food in front of him held no appeal. Not after what he had just learned about his newest friend.

~*~*~*~

Severus watched Potter walk across the ground with the Headmaster and counted his blessings that he wasn't in the old mans place. Loath as he was to admit it, Potter had been pleasant enough during the lunch they had shared. Though for some reason, and he would never admit to noticing it to anyone else, the younger man hadn't touched his own food at all. He had wanted to ask the insolent little whelp what his problem was, but chose instead to focus on the small bit of parchment that he had placed in his pocket. He knew that Heithcliff would only return when Lightning had written him. The desire to read the note at the table had been squashed just as quickly as it had risen. He wasn't the type of man to read his mail, personal or otherwise, in the presence of others. Making his way towards his rooms he felt the parchment again. If anyone had been looking just then, they would have seen the terror of Hogwarts smiling to himself.

~*~

The letter that Harry had written that morning had been short and sweet. He had asked if they could chat again that night. Same time, same place. When nine o'clock rolled around Harry was ready. As the clock above his mantle struck nine he dipped the tip of his quill into the ink pot and began writing.

S, you there?

Yes. How was your day? Did you do anything interesting?

You could say that. I went and had lunch with an old friend. Someone I don't particularly care for was there. It was strange because I went to lunch knowing this person would be there, and thinking of ways to get under their skin, but before I had much of a chance I learned something about that person that changes our entire relationship. It was a bit of an eye opener

In a good way or a bad way?

Both I think.

You think? You mean you don't know? Can anything good come from this situation?

That's just it, I'm not sure. I never dreamed that something like this could happen so I have no idea if it's a good thing or not.

I may be wrong, but I get the feeling that this person, the one that changed the rules of your relationship, has feelings for you. Am I correct?

I don't know that he has feelings for me, I know he wants to fuck me. That's something he made very clear.

Is the desire mutual?

I would really love to say no, but I'm not sure at this point. He isn't someone that I usually think about while wanking.

You've never thought of him while touching yourself? Not even once?

Well…twice. The first time was a few weeks ago actually. I saw him in a shop and he was just as big of a git as always. That night while I was touching myself I kept hearing his voice, like he was whispering in my ear. Telling me what to do to myself.

Harry blushed as he wrote. It was one thing to talk to 'S' about his sexual fantasies. Talking to his snarky former professor was a horse of a totally different color. The idea that he had, unbeknownst to either of them submitted to Severus Snape sexually was a little off putting. He knew that there really was no actual difference between Snape and 'S'. Now that he was aware of who 'S' actually was more then a few things fell into place. The other mans love of cooking, now that he thought about it, was something that made absolute sense. Potion making at its very core was just cooking. The all black wardrobe made sense as well. In all the time that he had known Snape he had never seen him wear anything other then black.

Similar to what you and I did last night?

Yes.

Do I need to be worried about losing my Pet to someone else?

Harry laughed at the question. Poor Snape. He really had no idea what he was asking.

No. You have no idea of how little danger there is of that happening.

Tell me about the other time.

It was back in school. During my seventh year. I had a bit of a crush on him for about a week. I fingered my ass thinking about having him fuck me. I was on my knees in my bed with three fingers buried inside me when I finally came. I called out his name. I thought that my dorm mates had heard me but only one person was in there when I checked and he was snoring.

~*~*~*~

Hermione sat with her feet in Ron's lap. His long fingers working the knots out of the tissue at the center of her arch. Harry, his back to the two of them, added another log to the fire before scratching at his chest. His otter tattoo had just come over his left shoulder, its tiny little feet causing goose flesh to rise up across his skin. The terrier, hot on its tail bounded around Harry's neck trying to land on the otter in what was more then likely supposed to be a sneak attack. It failed when the otter ran down Harry's flat stomach, trying to hide in his belly button. "What have the two of you been doing? These little guys are driving me insane over here."

"Oh, like you have any room to talk. I've had a stag mopping on my thigh for the past twenty minutes. Poor little thing. The terrier can't help mopping right along with him, he's such a loyal little guy." Hermione smiled at Ron as she spoke. Her cinnamon eyes full of love. "I think the better question is what have you been doing? When we saw you on Sunday everything seemed just fine. Are you and 'S' not getting along?"

Harry bit his bottom lip and looked at his friends. He knew he should tell them what he had learned. They would be supportive in whatever choice he made regarding the situation. Flopping on to the cozy oversized armchair across from the couch Harry sighed. "I know who he is. 'S' I mean. I found out the other day."

Ron looked at Harry with a baffled expression on his face. "Is he ugly? Is that why you look like someone canceled Christmas?"

"No. Well, I don't know, he used to be. But now he isn't. And… I er…"

"Harry, do you want to just tell us who it is?" Hermione's voice was laced with concern. "It can't hurt to tell us, we might be able to help you figure out what you want to do."

Harry looked at them and took a deep breath. His voice, usually strong and full of confidence could barley be heard above the crackling of the fire. "Snape."

"What? Harry you have to speak louder if -."

"Snape. 'S' is Snape. I found out the other day at Hogwarts."

"What?" Ron pushed Hermione's feet out of his lap and leaned forward. His long freckled arms resting on his knees. "How did you find out?"

"You know how I told you the 'S' had instructed his owl to wait for me to finish writing my letters, so he could take them directly to him?" He watched his two best friend nod in unison. "Well, I was sitting beside him at the head table the other day when I was at Hogwarts for lunch with Albus. Snape was next to me, being his usual sunny self and an owl flew in and sat next to his plate. I recognized him right way. It was Heathcliff, that's what it's called, and he was carrying the note I had written not even an hour before."
He looked at Ron and Hermione sitting side by side on his sofa. The look of horror on Hermione's face wasn't exactly what he had been expecting, but the smile that Ron was wearing left him unsettled. "Why are you grinning at me Ron? I don't really see how this is funny." Harry knew he sounded like Hermione but he couldn't help it. He had a genuine problem and Ron was grinning like an idiot.

"Sorry Harry." Ron said, trying his best to look properly perplexed by the situation. "I just can't help it. I think this is brilliant."

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Hermione exclaimed. "Only you would find the idea of Harry have a torrid affair with an Ex-Professor amusing. Seriously Ron, sometimes I really do question your maturity level."

"Actually Hermione, I don't think it's amusing because Snape was our Professor. I think it's amusing because Harry had a bit of a crush on Snape during seventh year."

"How did you know that?" Harry felt a blush creep up his cheeks. He was remembering what he had told Snape the night before. About how he had fingered himself while thinking about the older man while he was still at school.

Ron had the decency to look embarrassed when he replied. "I heard you…erm, one night. In the dorms. You were… and …You yelled his name when you, er…finished." The red of his hair mingled with the magenta of his blush, making it look as though Ron's entire head was on fire.

"I thought that you were asleep." Harry admitted feebly, looking mortified.

"Yeah, I was trying my hardest for it to seem that way."

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That's Heathcliff. Sorry this one is so short. The muse said to stop... shes an asshole sometimes