AN: I'm sorry this is so short, I just wanted to get something out there. please review, and hope you enjoy.
Chapter 3:
It was the next day when things really got interesting, as it was the first day of classes. Severus and Harry had been lucky because they had managed to sneak off to their rooms without being accosted after the feast, however there was no hiding now.
With a few quick waves of his wand, Harry had added his own personal touches to both his office an his classroom, and managed to be sitting at his desk when his first class came in, consisting of second year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Getting up to lean against his desk, Harry waited for the rest of his class to arrive.
"Alright class, I'm Professor Snape, and-" A few waving, or more like flailing, hands interrupted him. "Yes?"
"Why are we calling you Snape if you're Harry Potter?" A Hufflepuff with shaggy brown hair asked.
"Well if you were present last night surely you would remember that I'm married and my new surname is that of my husbands, so I'm Harry Snape. Therefore you will be calling me Professor Snape, as I assumed that the student body would be intelligent enough that it wouldn't be too confusing. Am I to assume that I was wrong?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Why on earth would you marry Snape?" A Ravenclaw called out, prompting nods from the majority of the other students. Sighing Harry decided he might as well answer, considering nothing would be done if he continued to be interrupted.
"I married him because I loved him, and I still do. We have three wonderful children and a great life together. No I was not charmed, cursed, or otherwise forced into being with him. Now we are going to continue our class, no more unrelated interruptions. So, on the sheet in front of you, put a star next to all of the spells you can preform, a circle next to all the ones you know of, and an x next to all the ones you've never heard of." Harry said, and his class continued according to plan. However, all of his other classes for the day followed a similar pattern.
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Severus stalked into his first class of the day, third year Gryffindors and Slytherins, his robes billowing behind him. Flicking his wand, the instructions appeared on the chalkboard. When he didn't hear any stools scraping or any feet running, he turned to face his class.
"What?" He said in a low deadly tone. A hand was shakily raised. "Miss Amberly?"
"Uh, Professor, is it true that you're married to Harry Potter?"
"Yes, and I have been for longer than you've been alive. Now do we have any other idiotic interruptions?" Severus said, eyeing the room.