A/N: Wow, I've already gotten reviews! I'd like to thank everyone who has
reviewed so far. Yes I'm back with another chapter and so soon too. Well
I already had it written out, but just not typed but now that I've finished
my last day of school for the semester I'm free to write even more between
going to work and working on a costume..of course I really like to write
before I got to sleep, which is something I do every night so who knows,
there' might be a couple new chapters tomorrow or something.
Randomness of the Moraco: I have some of the strangest ideas of where to go with this and they're quite funny, but I must remind myself that I have to end tragically because as I've said this will end tragically.. The bad thing is is that I thought out the ending when I started writing and now I forget what's supposed to happen at the end..oh well, guess I'll just go with the flow.
~ To Love a Master ~ Chapter 2 The Cause of It All ~
The next morning Harry awoke to find himself being held by strong arms in a warm, unfamiliar bed. He closed his eyes for a moment in attempt to remember the past night's events. His eyes quickly shot open and he tilted his head up to the face of the owner of the arms in which he was being held. He let out a loud scream and fought to free himself, and in the process fell off the bed.
The other man shot up and awake in an instant. 'No,' Severus muttered. 'it was all just a bad dream. A very bad dream.'
Harry sat up and looked up at the school's potions master with a very horrific look on his face. 'Did what I think happened, happen?'
'Leave my chambers at once, Mr. Potter,' Severus snapped.
Harry stood up and for the first time in this ill fated morning realized he was incredibly naked. Harry scrambled around the room finding his clothes, which was a bit of an embarrassing task, since he could feel Snape glaring at him to move faster. Harry threw on his pants, sweater and shoes, grabbed his white shirt, tie, socks, and robe and ran out of the potion master's chambers as quickly as he could, making his way to Gryffindor Tower.
When he reached Gryffindor Tower he shouted the password to the portrait of the fat lady and entered into the common room. It was still early in the morning and nobody was awake yet. He made his way up to his dormitory. Dean and Seamus were entangled in each others' arms in Seamus' bed and Ron and Neville were nowhere to be seen.
Harry plopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling pondering what had happened. Not too much later Ron came into the dormitory with his face the palest Harry had seen it since their second year when Ron had puked up slugs. 'Ron what's wrong?'
'What are you doing awake Harry?'
'Just came in myself recently. What happened?'
Ron sat on Harry's bed not facing his friend. "it was terrible, horrible and in too many ways degrading.'
'Ron, what happened?' Harry put a hand on his best friend's shoulder.
'Malfoy.'
Harry's eyes widened. 'What happened with Malfoy?'
'I- Harry- I-'
'You what, Ron?'
'It's too terrible,' Ron said.
Harry used his free hand to turn Ron's head to face him. Wet tears were streaming down the red-head's cheeks. 'Ron, I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything.'
'I slept with him. In the library. We-we.'
'It's okay, Ron. I don't think it as your fault. Everyone's been acting strangely since last night,' Harry explained. 'I think a lot of people did things with other people that they weren't particularly fond of.'
'Must have been some kind of spell or something, seeing as a lot of people were effected,' Ron said.
'That's what it had to be. I suppose we can ask Hermione when we see her.'
'If everyone was effective, who's victim were you, Harry?'
'I'd really rather not say.'
'Oh, come on, I told you,' Ron insisted.
'Fine,' Harry said. 'It was Professor Snape.'
Ron gasped and then pulled Harry into a protective hug. 'Poor you. Are you okay Harry?'
'I'm fine,' he insisted.
'Hope for your sake you two didn't go that far.'
Harry looked away. They had gone that far, and the fact was that Harry had enjoyed it, and wanted more.
Ron gasped again. 'I think I'm going to be sick.'
~
Later that morning in the Great Hall, not very many people were talking and if they were, it was speculations about the previous night.
Headmaster Dumbledore stood up at that staff table to give an announcement. 'Could I have your attention please?' All the students and teachers in the Great Hall gave their full attention. 'Last night I know quite a few of this schools'[ occupents did some things they probably regret and should have never done. I wish to inform you all that through investigation it has been discovered that someone slipped a certain illegal love potion into the school's entire supply of pumpkin juice.'
Everyone began talking again, discussing this new knowledge.
~
A/N: I know that chapter was shorter than the first and it's mainly just a filler for now until I get a chance to type up the 3rd chapter.
Randomness of the Moraco: I have some of the strangest ideas of where to go with this and they're quite funny, but I must remind myself that I have to end tragically because as I've said this will end tragically.. The bad thing is is that I thought out the ending when I started writing and now I forget what's supposed to happen at the end..oh well, guess I'll just go with the flow.
~ To Love a Master ~ Chapter 2 The Cause of It All ~
The next morning Harry awoke to find himself being held by strong arms in a warm, unfamiliar bed. He closed his eyes for a moment in attempt to remember the past night's events. His eyes quickly shot open and he tilted his head up to the face of the owner of the arms in which he was being held. He let out a loud scream and fought to free himself, and in the process fell off the bed.
The other man shot up and awake in an instant. 'No,' Severus muttered. 'it was all just a bad dream. A very bad dream.'
Harry sat up and looked up at the school's potions master with a very horrific look on his face. 'Did what I think happened, happen?'
'Leave my chambers at once, Mr. Potter,' Severus snapped.
Harry stood up and for the first time in this ill fated morning realized he was incredibly naked. Harry scrambled around the room finding his clothes, which was a bit of an embarrassing task, since he could feel Snape glaring at him to move faster. Harry threw on his pants, sweater and shoes, grabbed his white shirt, tie, socks, and robe and ran out of the potion master's chambers as quickly as he could, making his way to Gryffindor Tower.
When he reached Gryffindor Tower he shouted the password to the portrait of the fat lady and entered into the common room. It was still early in the morning and nobody was awake yet. He made his way up to his dormitory. Dean and Seamus were entangled in each others' arms in Seamus' bed and Ron and Neville were nowhere to be seen.
Harry plopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling pondering what had happened. Not too much later Ron came into the dormitory with his face the palest Harry had seen it since their second year when Ron had puked up slugs. 'Ron what's wrong?'
'What are you doing awake Harry?'
'Just came in myself recently. What happened?'
Ron sat on Harry's bed not facing his friend. "it was terrible, horrible and in too many ways degrading.'
'Ron, what happened?' Harry put a hand on his best friend's shoulder.
'Malfoy.'
Harry's eyes widened. 'What happened with Malfoy?'
'I- Harry- I-'
'You what, Ron?'
'It's too terrible,' Ron said.
Harry used his free hand to turn Ron's head to face him. Wet tears were streaming down the red-head's cheeks. 'Ron, I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything.'
'I slept with him. In the library. We-we.'
'It's okay, Ron. I don't think it as your fault. Everyone's been acting strangely since last night,' Harry explained. 'I think a lot of people did things with other people that they weren't particularly fond of.'
'Must have been some kind of spell or something, seeing as a lot of people were effected,' Ron said.
'That's what it had to be. I suppose we can ask Hermione when we see her.'
'If everyone was effective, who's victim were you, Harry?'
'I'd really rather not say.'
'Oh, come on, I told you,' Ron insisted.
'Fine,' Harry said. 'It was Professor Snape.'
Ron gasped and then pulled Harry into a protective hug. 'Poor you. Are you okay Harry?'
'I'm fine,' he insisted.
'Hope for your sake you two didn't go that far.'
Harry looked away. They had gone that far, and the fact was that Harry had enjoyed it, and wanted more.
Ron gasped again. 'I think I'm going to be sick.'
~
Later that morning in the Great Hall, not very many people were talking and if they were, it was speculations about the previous night.
Headmaster Dumbledore stood up at that staff table to give an announcement. 'Could I have your attention please?' All the students and teachers in the Great Hall gave their full attention. 'Last night I know quite a few of this schools'[ occupents did some things they probably regret and should have never done. I wish to inform you all that through investigation it has been discovered that someone slipped a certain illegal love potion into the school's entire supply of pumpkin juice.'
Everyone began talking again, discussing this new knowledge.
~
A/N: I know that chapter was shorter than the first and it's mainly just a filler for now until I get a chance to type up the 3rd chapter.