Snape hurried down the hall. He was so confused. He had convinced himself days ago that he didn't want nor have feelings of lust or love towards Harry. He had been hurt enough when he had told James how he had felt about him... and Lily. And now he was falling for the son of the two people that hurt him the most. He was beginning to think that he just liked the pain of rejection. Snape reminded himself that it was a lust spell and nothing else. He would love to know who cast this spell on him. And when he did, he would torture them to no end.
Harry stalked down the hall way, determined to actually make it to Dumbledore's office without running into Snape and having to go back to the dormitories for a cold shower. He needed to find out if this was the lust spell for sure, and if there was any other way to remove the spell besides having sex with Snape.
Harry knocked on Dumbledore's door and heard him yell come in. "Ah, Harry. Come in and sit down. What brings you here?" He asked with a smile.
Harry sat down and sighed. "I have a question about a spell."
Dumbledore chuckled. "Well shouldn't you ask one of your teachers?"
Harry hesitated. "Well I would, but the question is sort of awkward, and I don't think the teachers might understand like you would."
The wise old man grew silent. The last time he had heard something similar to that was when he was going through Slughorns memory, once again, just a moment ago. "Well what is your question, my boy?"
"What do you know about lust spells?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore's grin grew devilish. He was so relieved that Harry wasn't going to ask him about an ancient piece of dark magic... though it was a different sort of dark. "Well I know that they are used a lot for two people who are about to be married, or when two people are trying to put a spark in their relationship. Or you get the occasional friend that will do it just to play a practical joke on them. It was quite a popular spell around April Fools day, in my time."
Harry nodded. This was all things he already knew. But he did wonder, slightly, of who, Draco, would be so cruel, Draco, to do something as devious as this...Draco. "Okay. So what do you know about the removal of the spell?"
"Well I know that the only way for the spell to be removed is for the two people that it's cast upon to consummate their love... Harry... May I ask, why you are asking me about this spell?" He said, the smile had left his face and was replaced by confusion.
Harry's stomach churned in discomfort. "If it's okay with you, I would rather not tell..."
Dumbledore smiled at him with an understanding look. "I understand."
Harry smiled and said goodbye to the headmaster as he turned to leave, Dumbledore stopped him.
"Wait, Harry. I do remember another way for the spell to be broken." He informed. Harry tried not to beam at the news. "It has to be taken off by the person who cast it." Dumbledore said with a smile.
Harry frowned. Two different, impossible, ways to remove a spell... He was going to be stuck like this forever.
Draco walked into the chamber and saw Ron sitting on the couch, back to him. He Smiled and walked quietly. When Draco reached the couch, he bent over slowly, sliding his hands down Ron's chest. Ron jumped slightly and looked up. He smiled at Draco. "You know you really shouldn't sneak up on me like that."
"Well it was just too—AAAAHHH!" Draco screamed. Ron stood up too look on the ground where Draco lied, pinned to the chamber floor by Harry. "Harry! Get off my boyfriend!" He said teasingly, but serious.
"Did you cast that spell on me?" Harry asked, his tone not accusing, though it should have been.
"What spell?" Draco breathed out, Harry having knocked the wind out of him.
"You know what spell." Was all Harry had to say.
Draco smiled. Harry must have found out the other way to reverse the spell. It was a shame, really. He was hoping Harry and Severus would find happiness with each other, neither of them having peace of mind since the day Harry arrived at Hogwarts. "I see you have found out the other way to reverse the spell. Unfortunately, my dear, I did not cast that spell, though I wish I had..." He said jokingly, but he was one-hundred percent serious.
Harry sighed and got off Draco. "I don't know what to do Draco..."
Draco sat up and smiled. "Harry, have you ever considered that maybe it's not a spell, but a soul mate bond? Me and Ron can do it, but we don't have a spell put on us." He said as he moved towards Ron and took his hand.
Ron whispered over to Draco, loudly. "Is this the Snape think you were telling me about?" Draco nodded.
"Draco! You told him? It was supposed to be a secret." Harry informed.
"But me and Ron do not keep secrets."
Weeks went by and Harry had finally come to terms with the spell. The only way he was going to get the spell off was if he fucked Snape. But he knew it wasn't just going to happen. He needed to, unfortunately, get to know Snape. Or at least pretend to. He was going to need to spend a lot more time with the man... and a lot more detentions. So Harry went on a crazy mission trying to get detention. He showed up late to every class, he was making potions blow up on purpose, and not just his own. He had tried everything, but after the scene in the hall way, Snape refused to spend any more time with him than the necessary class time. Harry came to a conclusion, if he wanted extra time with Snape... He was going to have to ask for it.
Harry strolled in to his after hour tutoring session. When he had asked Snape, the man looked like he wanted to run in the other direction. But he knew he couldn't say no to a student in need.
"Good evening, Severus." Harry said with a smile as he came in.
"Mr. Potter, I am your professor, not one of you idiotic friends. You will address me properly, or find yourself a new potions tutor."
"Professor Snape, why do you not like me?" He said inching closer.
Snape didn't like the boy's proximity. They we so close that the book of potions, which wasn't big, could be held firmly in place by heir chests. "It's not just you. It's your whole generation."
"But you get along with Draco, just fine." He said, eying him.
"That's because the boy is almost family, I have to like him." He answered.
Harry found the statement more than just a little comical. "Well I like you Sev—Professor Snape." He said with a smile.
Snape knew what he was doing. He was teasing him. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear, Mr. Potter. What happened in the hall way a few weeks ago meant nothing... I had been fiddling with a love potion, and it backfired... and you had been the first person I saw after that. It was natural... for the spell to have taken place upon seeing you. It meant nothing." Snape's voice was sharp and cautious as he tried to lie his way through an awkward situation.
"Oh, but didn't it? It meant a great deal to me. In fact, ever since then, I have been playing it over and over in my head. Thinking what could have happened if you hadn't ran away. Wanna see?" Harry had a smile on his face. It was devious and monotonous. The smile reminded him of any Slytherin.
Harry envisioned the entire scene over again, but instead of Snape running away, he took Harry's hand and led him to his quarters. He kissed him so passionately, you never knew when the kiss was going to end, or if it ever would. Grinding into each other, making both of them harder than they already were.
Snape snapped out of it, a devious look on his face. Harry suddenly found himself pinned to the nearest wall. It seemed Snape quite liked this position. "Did you cast this damn lust spell?"
"Why would I do such a thing like that?" He said smiling. He wanted Snape to think he cast it, for some reason.
"To toy with my emotions." He said bluntly.
"Why would that matter, Severus? It's not like you like me, like you liked my mother and father." Harry was worrying himself. He was acting so mean.
Snape looked at him, eyes full of hurt and embarrassment. Harry realized that provoking him was not the way he was going to get Snape to love him. He mentally slapped himself. He didn't need Snape to love him, just to fuck him.
"I think it best if you leave now Mr. Potter." He said as he let the boy go.
Harry felt ridiculous for what he had just done. He didn't know what had came over him. His mission had been to get Snape to like him but now he bet that he hated him even more. Harry returned to his room and went to bed, feeling guilty and rude... He felt like a Slytherin.
Ron and Draco came into Dumbledore's office, a rock with a piece of paper tied on it. Draco explained to Dumbledore that it had been thrown at his head, but he didn't see who threw it. He informed that him and Ron had been dating, then told him that the note threatened that to date a Gryffindor, would be cause for consequences. They didn't know what to do except go to Dumbledore.
"Draco... How would you feel about switching houses? It would keep you safer. The person Doesn't have a motive if you are not a Slytherin. You would have to deal with a lot of looks, but if you treat them the right way, the Gryffindor's will accept anyone. Draco agreed, not caring who cared that he was switching houses. It would mean he was going to be closer to Ron. "Now, the room you will be in is empty, you will be the only one... So if you would like to invite Mr. Weasley to... stay in your room with you, you may, so that you don't get lonely." He smiled.
The two went to to walk out when Dumbledore called out. "And one bed each."
They smiled as they held hands to go pack Draco's things.
Harry came into Dumbledore's office, afraid. He had been called down and he was afraid that Snape had said something to him about what had happened yesterday during their tutor session. "You wanted to see me?"
"Ah, yes Harry. I am afraid I have some... strange news for you, that you will probably not like." Yup. Dumbledore and he was going to expel him. "I am afraid you are moving to a new part of the castle."
"What do you mean, Sir?"
"For your protection. You see, Harry, last night, someone tried to get into this castle. Can you guess who it was?"
"A Death Eater?"
"Oh I wish, Harry. It was him. The Dark Lord himself. It was surprising. He never carries out a deed himself, but has no problem killing. But last night, he came to this castle, and there is no doubt in my mind that he was after you. So I am moving you to a different part of the castle. You will take your classes at night, unseen by your classmates. The only ones you will be allowed to converse with is Hermione, Ron, and the twins."
"And Luna, Sir. She has been included in our group of friends these days."
Dumbledore thought for a minute if she was trust worthy enough and thought it okay. "And Luna. But other than that, no one shall know your in this school. And if necessary, the people must think your dead, but let's hope it doesn't get that far."
Harry nodded. "So where shall I be moving, Sir?" He asked.
"And this is the part that you will not particularly like. You will be moving in with Professor Snape."