Title: Harry Potter and a Slytherin Love
Author: Yih
Author's Note: This is a SLASH HP/SS story with a very good friendship story for HP/DM. That's your warning, if you don't like slash then go read my other stories! I happen to be a very open minded individual and can see the beauty of both types of relationships. Isn't that fun?! I think it is ^_^;;. R+R for more! Reviewer thanks below!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling ^-~ I wished I owned something, but I don't more the pity.
Website: foolish.home.att.net
5: Unknown Terror--- Teaching First Years! (May 31, 2003 to Jun 2, 2003)
{present}
"Oh, Merlin! What am I going to do?" Harry cried out as he rested his head against Severus's shoulder after his first day of teaching, and of course that was after teaching a bunch of first years. He'd thought it wouldn't be that bad, and boy had he been wrong. And if he expected his lover to be sympathetic, he was sorely mistaken when Severus grinned like the malicious devil that he was.
"Let me guess, Draco conned you into thinking the first years would be sweet and innocent and totally susceptible to your Boy Who Lived charms and fall prey to your legendary story, am I right?" Severus drawled out with sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Instead while Draco was teaching one of the older classes, you got stuck with the first year terrors. What a pity that a Slytherin out fooled you."
Harry scowled at him and was about to go into his private study in the apartments they shared when Severus wrapped his arms around his sullen lover. "You could take my advice and intimidate the hell out of them," he murmured softly, pressing a kiss against Harry's neck. "It works wonders in getting those prats to behave and actually teach them something useful. As much as I hate to admit it, Defense Against the Dark Arts is one of the most practical class they'll probably ever have."
Whatever response Harry would have made was forgotten when Severus started nibbling against his neck gently but hard enough to make shivers shoot down his spine. Unconsciously, Harry let out a low moan of desire that Severus equaled with a deep growl from his throat. "I want you," Severus whispered hoarsely into Harry's ear as he turned him around so that he could capture Harry's lips in a rapturous kiss.
All thought of complaining about his troubles with his students faded from Harry's mind entirely when Severus started stripping off his robes and unbuttoning his shirt so that he could delicate kiss the skin underneath. Under the merciless onslaught from Severus, Harry lost his thought process and could only concentrate on the tension building up in his tight leather pants that Draco had bought for him and that Severus insisted that he wear. If Harry was capable of thinking past shagging Severus, he would have been highly amused by the situation.
It'd only taken him a week to get Severus back into his bed, and not even a day before they'd made up. All in all, he was extremely pleased and relieved that everything had been healed between them. By no means were they picking things off where it'd began, but while they would have liked to start dating each other all over again--- their physical attraction and lack of gratification over the past two years had done havoc to their control. Needless to say, they tired themselves out making love to each other before they started conversing.
They were certainly heading in the right direction, to Severus's bedroom when they were unkindly interrupted midway through stripping Harry of his pants. "Oh shit!" Draco exclaimed as he walked right in to see Harry's pants halfway down his legs and a half naked Severus. "Uh..." he muttered on lamely, but didn't bother to turn around as he surveyed the Potions Master and his best friend with rapt interest.
It took a huge episode to embarrass Draco and seeing two guys in the prelims of shagging wasn't it. Actually, he was quite fascinated by the entire process as he considered Potions Master and his best friend to be attractive blokes. Draco wasn't one to care whether he was staring at a male or a female as long as the form was beautiful, in that both of them liked to tease him about being an utter narcissistic person. It also made Draco decidedly bisexual, which worried Severus since he knew that Draco found Harry quite good looking.
"Damn," Harry moaned pathetically when Severus pulled away from him and quickly zipped up his pants for him. Despite the circumstances that interrupted them, it didn't impede Harry's hard on in the slightest. It instead made it even more painful since he knew he wasn't going to get to relieve it with either Severus sucking him off or pounding Severus into blissful surrendor. "You have such bad timing Draco!"
"I second that," Severus added with wry humor, though not without a slight grimace on his face. It looked like he wasn't going to get any mind blowing sex before having to face his horrible double potion class with Slytherins and Hufflepuffs. While he liked his House, his House being mixed with the Hufflepuffs was insufferable. The good willed and good natured Hufflpuffs never got one of the insults and tricks sent their way by his House. It was utterly frustrating their naive outlook of goodness from everyone!
"So why are you here Draco?" Harry managed to ask with a more controlled tone than previously when he had sounded like a sex starved impotent man. "Here to bargain me into another class of hell?"
Draco shook his head gracefully and went to plop himself elegantly on the couch that sat in the middle of the room. "Of course not," Draco remarked easily, "and I thought you said you wanted to teach the first years. You were quite eager last night when we went over the schedule. You would take care of the odd years and I would do the even years as well as detention so that you might spend more time with Severus."
A positively evil grin spread over Harry's lips when Draco reminded him of detention. "You are a big softie," Harry commented, the grin still radiating ill intentions at his best mate. "But you'll have to get over it if you don't want to be spending every night with students that I send to you for detention. The easier you are, the more they'll make sure and the more often I'll have to send them to you! Why hadn't I thought about it before? It's bloody brilliant."
Draco, instead of bothering to glare at Harry, glared at Severus. "Your influence on him isn't doing me the least bit of good," Draco muttered. "How am I suppose to manipulate him now when he's getting Slytherin aid on how to be a Snape perfect Slytherin? It use to be so easy when he was the golden Gryffindor Boy Who Lived!"
Both Harry and Severus rolled their eyes upward at Draco's quite overblown whining complaints. Then again it was like Draco to exaggerate things to his own gains, at least he was perfectly willing to admit it when he did it. Draco was Draco, and yet as a Slytherin he was amazingly loyal to his friends and fiercely protective of them. If Draco hadn't been there for him during the past two years, he didn't know where he'd turn. He liked to believe he'd done the same for Draco when Draco had been branded a Death Eather like his father because of the Malfoy name.
"So why are you here, Draco?" Harry asked sharply, his tone almost an exact mimic of Severus's. When Severus and Draco turned to look at him with surprise at his rather testy question, Harry glared at them and retorted, "I can't help it if he rubs off on me, and I'm sure you rub off on me too, Draco!"
Draco shrugged, but there was a tiny hint of a grin on his confident face. "Well, we need to discuss the Dueling Club, you know that the Headmaster wants us to get it started as soon as possible. The problem is that we haven't even discussed it yet. Like whose old enough to be in it, how many students will we allow in, and all that mess."
Harry let out a huge sigh and rested his head back against the wall with frustration emanating from his sexual irritated self. "And when do you want to discuss it, Draco?"
"Right now is good," Draco replied with his eyes nearly twinkling like Dumbledore's but with a hint of Slytherin ulterior motives--- motives such as aggravating the heck out of Harry Potter. True they were good friends, great mates but that didn't mean Draco wasn't going to back off teasing and making life difficult for Harry. It'd become a way of life for both of them, and besides they understood between the two of them that it was all in good fun. "It's an off period for both of us."
Harry grumbled, but bent down to pick up his discarded robe and with a quick hard pressed kiss on Severus's lips followed Draco out of the room. It wasn't long after they closed the door shut that Severus heard Harry complaining quite loudly that Draco was the absolute worse when it came to timing and that Harry was sure that Draco was enjoying tormenting him because Draco himself hadn't gotten laid in forever.
What children, Severus thought. As if you weren't one yourself, his inner voice taunted him. You are as ready as Harry to shout at Draco for interrupting your shag session; after all, it is your off period too. Severus's lips flattened into a line as he mentally acknowledged his conscious was right as always. His afternoon classes were going to hell on his students. What better way to take out his frustrations than on them?
~
"You have really crappy timing," Harry growled for the tenth time. But Draco let him continue his complaints since if he'd been interrupted when he was all hot and bothered like Harry he would be griping even more. It still didn't make him feel sorry for his friend; it wasn't like Harry wasn't going to sleep with Severus later tonight. He figured making them wait for it a bit longer would do wonders for their lovemaking tonight.
"Utterly horrible sense of timing," he muttered again as they walked into their shared office. When Draco didn't say anything, Harry sighed deeply and knew that complaining time was over. Draco wasn't falling into the bait that Harry had set for his friend. It annoyed Harry at times how often he fell into the traps Draco laid out for him, but that Draco hardly ever fell for his. "You wanted to talk?"
Draco nodded and gestured for Harry to sit down. "It's not only about the Dueling Club that I want to talk to you about Harry," Draco admitted honestly. "Things aren't going to easy for you. The older students do know that you're the Boy Who Lived, once the great hero of the Light. But the younger kids only know you as the 'Boy Who Failed To Live Up To Expectations,' the golden Gryffindor turned to the Dark.
"I know you don't want to terrify the students, but it wouldn't be so bad for you to make yourself someone they wouldn't want to mess around with. Seriously, if the first years are putting a twist in your pant, think of what the seventh years will do!" Draco exclaimed, a grimace marring his blond beauty. "And if you can't terrify the bunch, I'll never get a free night to find a delicious one night stand either! I will be doing too many detentions! Think, Harry, if not for yourself but for me--- you know how cross I get when I don't get any."
Trust Draco to be divulging advice with relevance to his penis. If anything, Harry was amused by the whole affair. "Yes," Harry retorted wryly, "I know you get when your horniness has gone unrelieved for weeks. You are simply unbearable to be around. So who have you got your eyes on this time?"
"That's the problem," Draco moaned. "There's no one here that's beautiful enough for me to shag! Well," he amended, "there's you and Severus, but with how possessive both of you are and especially him--- I don't think I could convince that me shagging you has nothing to do with anything but physical lust."
Harry blinked. "Not this again."
"I can't help it if you're sexy and gorgeous," Draco complained. "Though I think if you were a female, I don't think you'd be nearly as good looking. You aren't really have a pretty boyish look, yet I can see where some would say you are one." He sighed pathetically. "I'll try my luck at Hogmeade this weekend and see if I can find someone decent." He perked up. "I did find someone suitable last time I went."
"You are such a slut, Draco," Harry muttered. "And stop thinking with your prick all the time, you said you wanted to talk about the Dueling Club so let's talk about it."
"Don't get your knickers in a twist," Draco responded blithely. "Here I've already drafted a parchment with my ideas for the club. Read it over and you can get back to me after our afternoon classes."
Harry's eyes widened as he took in the numerous feet of ideas that Draco had for the club. "Is this your thesis statement for Dueling Clubs in general, Draco? How am I going to have time to read this before my afternoon classes?"
Draco shrugged. "I'm sure you'll think of something especially if you terrify your students into listening to you and getting them to do some busy work. If I'm not mistaken," he said with an undertone of glee, "you have a Double Defense class with fifth year Slytherins and Gryffindors. Have fun!"
Harry groaned. Why in the world had he let Draco and Albus convince him to take this job? What in the world had he been thinking of? Well, he'd been thinking with his longing and desire rather than the logical side of his brain. All he'd wanted to do was to get close to Severus, and he hadn't regretted that at all. They were close again, closer than perhaps they'd ever been. Besides that, their sex life was great.
~
The rumors had run around the school by the time it was time to start the afternoon classes that Professor Potter was a decidedly easy teacher to pull pranks on and get away with things. It was with great anticipation that the 5th year combined class of Slytherins and Gryffindors met in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. While in some years the Slytherins and Gryffindors feud wasn't bad, this wasn't one of those years.
Both houses were eager to renew their rivalry and what better way than in a class where the teacher wasn't able to control it? Quite a few students from both houses were late to class, which caused Harry to raise an eyebrow at them, but he didn't say anything. The students already at their desks were getting excited. Was it possible that the rumors were understated? No professor was this easy with tardiness!
Their excitement and enthusiasm came to a halting crash when Harry stood up from his chair behind his desk and began his introduction speech: "I'm sure that all of you have heard the rumors of this class being easy. You have been greatly misled. I admit, I was too easy on the first years, but they are first years. You students are fifth years and I expect much more out of you. And I certainly know that this position that I have has had many teachers that shouldn't have taught it.
"That's why I need to test all of you to see which of you will need extra tutoring to get you up to the level that you need to be to pass your O.W.L.s," Harry continued firmly. "Thus, we will be having a little initiation test of sorts. I will throw hexes at you and if you fail to counterattack them and end up going to the hospital ward, then you will have to come to extra tutoring. And I won't warn you either when I'm going to attack, remember you need to always be alert!"
The looks of the students were decidedly more worried and more apprehensive especially when the warning that he gave was true. "Expelliarmus!" he exclaimed, pointing his wand at the student with the most rebellious expression. The student flew backwards, hitting the wall hard as his wand was pluck from the air by Harry. "Are you taking me serious now?" All the students nodded. "You," Harry pointed to the student sitting next to the one that was disarmed, "take him to Madame Pomprey's."
The look of relief that briefly appeared on that particular student's face disappeared when Harry reminded her, "Come right back after you help your friend to the hospital ward, you still have your test to pass." The girl swallowed and nodded before she quickly went to her friend and assisted his aching body. When Harry turned his attention back to the rest of the students, he saw that they all had their wands out pointed at him ready for anything he might try.
"Stupefy!" This time the student he was trying to stun was ready for him and quickly put up a shield that though it didn't stop the spell gave him enough time to move out the way of the stunning spell. The person behind him wasn't so lucky as she got stupefied. Harry grinned at the boy and looked down at his roll sheet, commenting, "Very nice job, Mr. Gregory. Would you mind escorting the inattentive Ms. Lee to Madame Pomprey's?"
"Thank you, Professor Potter," Gregory responded. "I wouldn't mind at all."
For the rest of the class period, all of the students were on their guard even if the spell wasn't being cast in their direction. Since most of them weren't capable of casting strong enough shields to effectively deflect Harry's hexes, they often just got away or the spell bounced in a totally unpredictable direction. Either way, unless a student wanted to shrink, jelly legs, or be enlarged--- they learned to focus on what was going on around them every second they were in the room.
In the end, even those that weren't efficient at casting shield charms learned from watching the better students at work. Five more students got sent to the hospital ward, but overall it was an extremely successful class. Even the Slytherins, usually critical about everything enjoyed the class. Well, it partially helped that only Ms. Lee had to be sent to get healed. They got the chance to gloat to those foolhardy Gryffindors about their superiority, what wasn't there to like?
When the 5th years finally left the classroom, they weren't talking about how easy Professor Potter was but how awesome he was. Some of the Gryffindors that hadn't done as well, just well enough to get pass the extra tutorials were even talking about voluntarily going to the tutorials. After all, this was the Boy Who Lived--- who else to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts than from the only one who had survived the Killing Curse
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Author's Note: Well, we're definitely back to the present... for a good while now. There probably won't be anymore flashbacks to the past. I'll be doing this almost in vignette fashion now, but all of them will be related ^_~. Hope you've enjoyed this. Don't forget to check out my other story: "Harry Potter and the Mirror of Paradox."
Remember leaving a review on most recent chapter gets you the next chapter's alert.
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Thanks to: Sela, Quickjewel, and BELOVEDbyWAR.
Xikum: Hehe, I hope the little snog session was good enough for now. Sev and Harry will definitely be seeing more action soon.
Kate: Well, this story is more about Harry and Sev together than getting Harry and Sev together. My "Mirror of Paradox" story addresses the getting Harry and Sev together ^_~.
Author: Yih
Author's Note: This is a SLASH HP/SS story with a very good friendship story for HP/DM. That's your warning, if you don't like slash then go read my other stories! I happen to be a very open minded individual and can see the beauty of both types of relationships. Isn't that fun?! I think it is ^_^;;. R+R for more! Reviewer thanks below!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling ^-~ I wished I owned something, but I don't more the pity.
Website: foolish.home.att.net
5: Unknown Terror--- Teaching First Years! (May 31, 2003 to Jun 2, 2003)
{present}
"Oh, Merlin! What am I going to do?" Harry cried out as he rested his head against Severus's shoulder after his first day of teaching, and of course that was after teaching a bunch of first years. He'd thought it wouldn't be that bad, and boy had he been wrong. And if he expected his lover to be sympathetic, he was sorely mistaken when Severus grinned like the malicious devil that he was.
"Let me guess, Draco conned you into thinking the first years would be sweet and innocent and totally susceptible to your Boy Who Lived charms and fall prey to your legendary story, am I right?" Severus drawled out with sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Instead while Draco was teaching one of the older classes, you got stuck with the first year terrors. What a pity that a Slytherin out fooled you."
Harry scowled at him and was about to go into his private study in the apartments they shared when Severus wrapped his arms around his sullen lover. "You could take my advice and intimidate the hell out of them," he murmured softly, pressing a kiss against Harry's neck. "It works wonders in getting those prats to behave and actually teach them something useful. As much as I hate to admit it, Defense Against the Dark Arts is one of the most practical class they'll probably ever have."
Whatever response Harry would have made was forgotten when Severus started nibbling against his neck gently but hard enough to make shivers shoot down his spine. Unconsciously, Harry let out a low moan of desire that Severus equaled with a deep growl from his throat. "I want you," Severus whispered hoarsely into Harry's ear as he turned him around so that he could capture Harry's lips in a rapturous kiss.
All thought of complaining about his troubles with his students faded from Harry's mind entirely when Severus started stripping off his robes and unbuttoning his shirt so that he could delicate kiss the skin underneath. Under the merciless onslaught from Severus, Harry lost his thought process and could only concentrate on the tension building up in his tight leather pants that Draco had bought for him and that Severus insisted that he wear. If Harry was capable of thinking past shagging Severus, he would have been highly amused by the situation.
It'd only taken him a week to get Severus back into his bed, and not even a day before they'd made up. All in all, he was extremely pleased and relieved that everything had been healed between them. By no means were they picking things off where it'd began, but while they would have liked to start dating each other all over again--- their physical attraction and lack of gratification over the past two years had done havoc to their control. Needless to say, they tired themselves out making love to each other before they started conversing.
They were certainly heading in the right direction, to Severus's bedroom when they were unkindly interrupted midway through stripping Harry of his pants. "Oh shit!" Draco exclaimed as he walked right in to see Harry's pants halfway down his legs and a half naked Severus. "Uh..." he muttered on lamely, but didn't bother to turn around as he surveyed the Potions Master and his best friend with rapt interest.
It took a huge episode to embarrass Draco and seeing two guys in the prelims of shagging wasn't it. Actually, he was quite fascinated by the entire process as he considered Potions Master and his best friend to be attractive blokes. Draco wasn't one to care whether he was staring at a male or a female as long as the form was beautiful, in that both of them liked to tease him about being an utter narcissistic person. It also made Draco decidedly bisexual, which worried Severus since he knew that Draco found Harry quite good looking.
"Damn," Harry moaned pathetically when Severus pulled away from him and quickly zipped up his pants for him. Despite the circumstances that interrupted them, it didn't impede Harry's hard on in the slightest. It instead made it even more painful since he knew he wasn't going to get to relieve it with either Severus sucking him off or pounding Severus into blissful surrendor. "You have such bad timing Draco!"
"I second that," Severus added with wry humor, though not without a slight grimace on his face. It looked like he wasn't going to get any mind blowing sex before having to face his horrible double potion class with Slytherins and Hufflepuffs. While he liked his House, his House being mixed with the Hufflepuffs was insufferable. The good willed and good natured Hufflpuffs never got one of the insults and tricks sent their way by his House. It was utterly frustrating their naive outlook of goodness from everyone!
"So why are you here Draco?" Harry managed to ask with a more controlled tone than previously when he had sounded like a sex starved impotent man. "Here to bargain me into another class of hell?"
Draco shook his head gracefully and went to plop himself elegantly on the couch that sat in the middle of the room. "Of course not," Draco remarked easily, "and I thought you said you wanted to teach the first years. You were quite eager last night when we went over the schedule. You would take care of the odd years and I would do the even years as well as detention so that you might spend more time with Severus."
A positively evil grin spread over Harry's lips when Draco reminded him of detention. "You are a big softie," Harry commented, the grin still radiating ill intentions at his best mate. "But you'll have to get over it if you don't want to be spending every night with students that I send to you for detention. The easier you are, the more they'll make sure and the more often I'll have to send them to you! Why hadn't I thought about it before? It's bloody brilliant."
Draco, instead of bothering to glare at Harry, glared at Severus. "Your influence on him isn't doing me the least bit of good," Draco muttered. "How am I suppose to manipulate him now when he's getting Slytherin aid on how to be a Snape perfect Slytherin? It use to be so easy when he was the golden Gryffindor Boy Who Lived!"
Both Harry and Severus rolled their eyes upward at Draco's quite overblown whining complaints. Then again it was like Draco to exaggerate things to his own gains, at least he was perfectly willing to admit it when he did it. Draco was Draco, and yet as a Slytherin he was amazingly loyal to his friends and fiercely protective of them. If Draco hadn't been there for him during the past two years, he didn't know where he'd turn. He liked to believe he'd done the same for Draco when Draco had been branded a Death Eather like his father because of the Malfoy name.
"So why are you here, Draco?" Harry asked sharply, his tone almost an exact mimic of Severus's. When Severus and Draco turned to look at him with surprise at his rather testy question, Harry glared at them and retorted, "I can't help it if he rubs off on me, and I'm sure you rub off on me too, Draco!"
Draco shrugged, but there was a tiny hint of a grin on his confident face. "Well, we need to discuss the Dueling Club, you know that the Headmaster wants us to get it started as soon as possible. The problem is that we haven't even discussed it yet. Like whose old enough to be in it, how many students will we allow in, and all that mess."
Harry let out a huge sigh and rested his head back against the wall with frustration emanating from his sexual irritated self. "And when do you want to discuss it, Draco?"
"Right now is good," Draco replied with his eyes nearly twinkling like Dumbledore's but with a hint of Slytherin ulterior motives--- motives such as aggravating the heck out of Harry Potter. True they were good friends, great mates but that didn't mean Draco wasn't going to back off teasing and making life difficult for Harry. It'd become a way of life for both of them, and besides they understood between the two of them that it was all in good fun. "It's an off period for both of us."
Harry grumbled, but bent down to pick up his discarded robe and with a quick hard pressed kiss on Severus's lips followed Draco out of the room. It wasn't long after they closed the door shut that Severus heard Harry complaining quite loudly that Draco was the absolute worse when it came to timing and that Harry was sure that Draco was enjoying tormenting him because Draco himself hadn't gotten laid in forever.
What children, Severus thought. As if you weren't one yourself, his inner voice taunted him. You are as ready as Harry to shout at Draco for interrupting your shag session; after all, it is your off period too. Severus's lips flattened into a line as he mentally acknowledged his conscious was right as always. His afternoon classes were going to hell on his students. What better way to take out his frustrations than on them?
~
"You have really crappy timing," Harry growled for the tenth time. But Draco let him continue his complaints since if he'd been interrupted when he was all hot and bothered like Harry he would be griping even more. It still didn't make him feel sorry for his friend; it wasn't like Harry wasn't going to sleep with Severus later tonight. He figured making them wait for it a bit longer would do wonders for their lovemaking tonight.
"Utterly horrible sense of timing," he muttered again as they walked into their shared office. When Draco didn't say anything, Harry sighed deeply and knew that complaining time was over. Draco wasn't falling into the bait that Harry had set for his friend. It annoyed Harry at times how often he fell into the traps Draco laid out for him, but that Draco hardly ever fell for his. "You wanted to talk?"
Draco nodded and gestured for Harry to sit down. "It's not only about the Dueling Club that I want to talk to you about Harry," Draco admitted honestly. "Things aren't going to easy for you. The older students do know that you're the Boy Who Lived, once the great hero of the Light. But the younger kids only know you as the 'Boy Who Failed To Live Up To Expectations,' the golden Gryffindor turned to the Dark.
"I know you don't want to terrify the students, but it wouldn't be so bad for you to make yourself someone they wouldn't want to mess around with. Seriously, if the first years are putting a twist in your pant, think of what the seventh years will do!" Draco exclaimed, a grimace marring his blond beauty. "And if you can't terrify the bunch, I'll never get a free night to find a delicious one night stand either! I will be doing too many detentions! Think, Harry, if not for yourself but for me--- you know how cross I get when I don't get any."
Trust Draco to be divulging advice with relevance to his penis. If anything, Harry was amused by the whole affair. "Yes," Harry retorted wryly, "I know you get when your horniness has gone unrelieved for weeks. You are simply unbearable to be around. So who have you got your eyes on this time?"
"That's the problem," Draco moaned. "There's no one here that's beautiful enough for me to shag! Well," he amended, "there's you and Severus, but with how possessive both of you are and especially him--- I don't think I could convince that me shagging you has nothing to do with anything but physical lust."
Harry blinked. "Not this again."
"I can't help it if you're sexy and gorgeous," Draco complained. "Though I think if you were a female, I don't think you'd be nearly as good looking. You aren't really have a pretty boyish look, yet I can see where some would say you are one." He sighed pathetically. "I'll try my luck at Hogmeade this weekend and see if I can find someone decent." He perked up. "I did find someone suitable last time I went."
"You are such a slut, Draco," Harry muttered. "And stop thinking with your prick all the time, you said you wanted to talk about the Dueling Club so let's talk about it."
"Don't get your knickers in a twist," Draco responded blithely. "Here I've already drafted a parchment with my ideas for the club. Read it over and you can get back to me after our afternoon classes."
Harry's eyes widened as he took in the numerous feet of ideas that Draco had for the club. "Is this your thesis statement for Dueling Clubs in general, Draco? How am I going to have time to read this before my afternoon classes?"
Draco shrugged. "I'm sure you'll think of something especially if you terrify your students into listening to you and getting them to do some busy work. If I'm not mistaken," he said with an undertone of glee, "you have a Double Defense class with fifth year Slytherins and Gryffindors. Have fun!"
Harry groaned. Why in the world had he let Draco and Albus convince him to take this job? What in the world had he been thinking of? Well, he'd been thinking with his longing and desire rather than the logical side of his brain. All he'd wanted to do was to get close to Severus, and he hadn't regretted that at all. They were close again, closer than perhaps they'd ever been. Besides that, their sex life was great.
~
The rumors had run around the school by the time it was time to start the afternoon classes that Professor Potter was a decidedly easy teacher to pull pranks on and get away with things. It was with great anticipation that the 5th year combined class of Slytherins and Gryffindors met in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. While in some years the Slytherins and Gryffindors feud wasn't bad, this wasn't one of those years.
Both houses were eager to renew their rivalry and what better way than in a class where the teacher wasn't able to control it? Quite a few students from both houses were late to class, which caused Harry to raise an eyebrow at them, but he didn't say anything. The students already at their desks were getting excited. Was it possible that the rumors were understated? No professor was this easy with tardiness!
Their excitement and enthusiasm came to a halting crash when Harry stood up from his chair behind his desk and began his introduction speech: "I'm sure that all of you have heard the rumors of this class being easy. You have been greatly misled. I admit, I was too easy on the first years, but they are first years. You students are fifth years and I expect much more out of you. And I certainly know that this position that I have has had many teachers that shouldn't have taught it.
"That's why I need to test all of you to see which of you will need extra tutoring to get you up to the level that you need to be to pass your O.W.L.s," Harry continued firmly. "Thus, we will be having a little initiation test of sorts. I will throw hexes at you and if you fail to counterattack them and end up going to the hospital ward, then you will have to come to extra tutoring. And I won't warn you either when I'm going to attack, remember you need to always be alert!"
The looks of the students were decidedly more worried and more apprehensive especially when the warning that he gave was true. "Expelliarmus!" he exclaimed, pointing his wand at the student with the most rebellious expression. The student flew backwards, hitting the wall hard as his wand was pluck from the air by Harry. "Are you taking me serious now?" All the students nodded. "You," Harry pointed to the student sitting next to the one that was disarmed, "take him to Madame Pomprey's."
The look of relief that briefly appeared on that particular student's face disappeared when Harry reminded her, "Come right back after you help your friend to the hospital ward, you still have your test to pass." The girl swallowed and nodded before she quickly went to her friend and assisted his aching body. When Harry turned his attention back to the rest of the students, he saw that they all had their wands out pointed at him ready for anything he might try.
"Stupefy!" This time the student he was trying to stun was ready for him and quickly put up a shield that though it didn't stop the spell gave him enough time to move out the way of the stunning spell. The person behind him wasn't so lucky as she got stupefied. Harry grinned at the boy and looked down at his roll sheet, commenting, "Very nice job, Mr. Gregory. Would you mind escorting the inattentive Ms. Lee to Madame Pomprey's?"
"Thank you, Professor Potter," Gregory responded. "I wouldn't mind at all."
For the rest of the class period, all of the students were on their guard even if the spell wasn't being cast in their direction. Since most of them weren't capable of casting strong enough shields to effectively deflect Harry's hexes, they often just got away or the spell bounced in a totally unpredictable direction. Either way, unless a student wanted to shrink, jelly legs, or be enlarged--- they learned to focus on what was going on around them every second they were in the room.
In the end, even those that weren't efficient at casting shield charms learned from watching the better students at work. Five more students got sent to the hospital ward, but overall it was an extremely successful class. Even the Slytherins, usually critical about everything enjoyed the class. Well, it partially helped that only Ms. Lee had to be sent to get healed. They got the chance to gloat to those foolhardy Gryffindors about their superiority, what wasn't there to like?
When the 5th years finally left the classroom, they weren't talking about how easy Professor Potter was but how awesome he was. Some of the Gryffindors that hadn't done as well, just well enough to get pass the extra tutorials were even talking about voluntarily going to the tutorials. After all, this was the Boy Who Lived--- who else to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts than from the only one who had survived the Killing Curse
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Author's Note: Well, we're definitely back to the present... for a good while now. There probably won't be anymore flashbacks to the past. I'll be doing this almost in vignette fashion now, but all of them will be related ^_~. Hope you've enjoyed this. Don't forget to check out my other story: "Harry Potter and the Mirror of Paradox."
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Thanks to: Sela, Quickjewel, and BELOVEDbyWAR.
Xikum: Hehe, I hope the little snog session was good enough for now. Sev and Harry will definitely be seeing more action soon.
Kate: Well, this story is more about Harry and Sev together than getting Harry and Sev together. My "Mirror of Paradox" story addresses the getting Harry and Sev together ^_~.
