Disclaimer: See first post.
A/N: Thanks again to the reviewers! ^_^ Had some new names and some old ones. Glad you're enjoying the story. Ok, just to mention, Harry will probably wear trousers at some point, like for Quidditch or with certain outfits he has. (The Vietnamese women wear trousers and a Chinese design top.) Also, special thanks to Syne, Alexandria Mc Fhaerley and Alexia who are apparently related and told one after the other to read my fic. Thanks for spreading the word! Just so you can look forward to it. Next part will tell you what instrument Draco plays and Harry finally has a run in with Blaise. *grin* Among other things. No hints on the Harry/Sev bits. Hehehehe.
WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A LEMON SCENE!
Enjoy! ~WhiteFox
Chapter 2
Severus Snape was a man in control. Of himself and his surroundings as far as he could control them.
/So why am I standing here like a fool, pretending to listen to James' son speak to me while barely repressing the urge to screw him into the wall?/
At this thought, his scowl intensified bringing Harry's pleasant chatter to a halt.
Harry resisted the urge to fidget as his mentor glared at him.
/Am I talking too much? Am I not attractive enough? What if he hates me? Why is he glaring at me? What did I do?/
Severus came out of his thoughts at the sudden silence and saw Harry's inner turmoil as the young man twisted his robes as he thought.
/Brilliant Severus. Not even a class and you've already sent him on his way to a nervous breakdown./
Sneering at his inner voice, he began to speak.
"I must say it is a pleasure to meet you, Harry. Your parents have spoken about you and in rather flattering terms as well."
The bright blush and happy smile which appeared made Severus feel a bit better about making the boy anxious earlier.
"Thank you, Master Snape."
"Just Severus, please. We are going to be working very closely and it makes me feel extremely uncomfortable to be called 'master' anything."
"Yes, Severus."
Harry let the name roll of his lips and felt a shiver of pleasure. Was that a flash of arousal he had seen in the man's eyes?
/Maybe getting him to accept the bond won't be as difficult as I thought./
Severus was aware that they would have plenty to discuss. Especially since they would have to work in Harry's extra classes into his schedule to catch up with his peers.
"Very well, your schedule will be given to you tomorrow at breakfast. Come and meet me outside the Great Hall after it is over. I will introduce you to the other professors who are to tutor you and we will arrange your schedule to take into account your extra classes."
Harry nodded.
"I suggest you return to the Great Hall now and try to eat if there is anything left. You must be tired and hungry after your journey. Your first if I'm not mistaken. It would be wise to turn in early tonight. Tomorrow and the days after will be tiring for you until you accustom yourself."
Severus prepared to return to his dungeons, having eaten before encountering the Headmaster. He turned a round in surprise, when the young man with him tugged on his sleeve.
/It's now or never. Go on Harry!/
"Harry, wha…"
Severus eyes widened in surprise as soft lips brushed against his own, before pressing harder in an unmistakable kiss. It last a moment and an eternity, and in that moment Severus felt something in his magic tremble, like the strings on a harp and the sound of distant music filled his ears.
Harry stepped back, breaking the kiss and Severus could only stare in shock as the blushing student turned and hurried to the hall.
Walking back to his rooms in a daze, he touched his lips in something akin to awe. One thought kept running through his head.
/Am I falling in love?/
~*~
Harry entered the hall quietly and immediately spotted the white-blonde head of Draco. Hurrying over, he didn't notice the admiring glances his way too caught up in the high of kissing his intended mate. It had felt like heaven. Now he understood why Potters never went for others after discovering their bondmate. Anyone else paled in comparison.
Draco took one look at his flushed, starry eyed look and laughed. Gesturing for his dark haired friend to sit beside him, he leaned over to whisper softly.
"I take it you like your mentor then?"
Harry smiled and whispered back.
"He's my bondmate."
*Crash* *Thud*
"OW!"
"Draco! Are you ok?"
"Malfoy fell on the floor?!"
"No way!"
Chaos reigned. Snickering quietly, he grabbed the blonde's robed and signaled that they should take advantage of it and leave.
~*~
Draco led Harry to the dungeon dormitories.
"This is where we stay because of our intensive course, it was decided that we would be given somewhere quiet and a bit more isolated to allow us to concentrate better. There are also numerous practice rooms down here, since the space underground is so much more than above ground. We can train our magic, practice pieces or duets."
They arrived at a blank wall and Draco turned to Harry.
"This is the entrance to the Common Room. I'll show you the way again tomorrow so you won't get lost. You need a password to get in. if you don't know it then you have to find someone who does. Those from the other Houses won't know. Only those from the same House know the passwords. We're not allowed to tell others."
Harry nodded his understanding.
"What about friends? Are they not allowed in?"
"Oh, they are. You'll just have to accompany them in and make sure they don't hear you say the password. If you think they have or someone who shouldn't, knows, tell a prefect. They'll see to it that it is changed."
"Ok."
"Good. This is the current password. Sonata."
Harry's green eyes were bright with curiosity as he watched the stones shift to reveal and beautiful spacious room with a blazing fireplace. Several portraits and banners hung about the walls. The floor had a deep blue carpet and several tables were placed around the room. There were couches and armchairs in different shades of cream and beige scattered about. It was contrasted with the black pillows ranging from small ones on the couch to large ones to comfortably sit on the floor with.
As the two of them entered, he saw two archways at the end of the room.
"The archway on the right is for the first to fourths years. The one on the left leads to the rooms for the fifth to seventh years. For… privacy reasons."
Harry couldn't keep an amused smile from reaching his lips as Draco stumbled over the last part of his sentence.
"Don't look at me like that! It just let's us older ones study in peace that's all. There's more room below so we're split into four a room as apposed to the six for the younger ones."
"Of course…"
Draco's cheeks retained their pink hue at the suggestive tone of Harry's unfinished sentence. Floundering for an out, his mind locked onto his previous question.
"So, what's up with you and my godfather?"
"I told you, he's my bondmate."
Draco rolled his eyes and flopped onto a couch, sprawling himself in a very undignified manner. Harry took the armchair beside it.
"That doesn't say much, you know. What exactly does it entail? Does he know? Are you going to do anything?"
"I've basically Resonated, as we call it in my family. It means my magic has recognized his as that of my mate. I can't and won't be sleeping with anyone beside him. He doesn't know it yet but I think he might catch on quite quickly. I think it would take him a week at the most. And I am doing something about it."
A pale eyebrow arched in a silent question.
"I… I kissed him."
Draco's jaw dropped.
"And he let you?!"
"It was very quick. I think it took him by surprise."
Draco shook his head in amazement.
"Wow, I don't think anyone's caught Uncle Severus off guard since he went to school with father. But I have to warn you Harry, he's stubborn and he's going to cling to his ethics like a Devil's Snare to a struggling victim. He's gonna fight you every inch of the way."
Harry gave him an impish smile.
"We'll see. He may be stubborn but his magic and mine are going to be pulling us together to mate. He may be strange but I have confidence that I will have him by two weeks. Maybe even less."
Draco's reply was cut off as the Common Room entrance opened and a flood of students entered. They spent the rest of the night introducing Harry to his new housemates.
~*~
Severus approached his young charge from behind as he watched the young man play his violin. It was a practice piece which he had told him to play for him to get a handle on how well he played. As he came nearer, the music changed from a simple melody to a slightly more fast-paced suggestive tune.
"Something you want to tell me, my Harry?"
Harry said nothing and didn't stop playing as Severus wrapped his arms around his waist and nuzzled the exposed side of his neck. The tune changed to one which was enticing and brought to mind passionate nights of copulation.
Pale fingers undid the lacings of the bodice of the dress he wore and soon it gaped open for the hands to touch the pale expanse of skin. Harry's hand shook slightly but he continued to play. Severus chuckled softly and nipped at his ears, jaw and neck delighting in the shivers he provoked.
As one hand continued to tweak the stiff nipples and caress the milky skin of the bare stomach, the other began to pull up the full skirt, exposing stocking clad legs. Finally high enough, the hand then went under the skirt to find the secrets hidden within.
His pupil gasped and finally stopped playing abruptly. The younger man's legs parted to the ministrations of his lover and he leaned against the taller man. Severus admired the lust filled, half-lidded green eyes, the slightly parted lips panting softly and the light blush dusting those porcelain cheeks.
Finally, he found it. That secret place that would appear only for him, the chosen mate. No one else would ever have access to this part of Harry's anatomy. Only their soulmate's could find it. He slid a finger into the hot, wet channel and was rewarded with a soft moan of pleasure.
Losing patience, he lay his feminine student on a nearby table and spread his legs, letting him see all his lover's secrets.
"Please Severus… please…"
It took but a moment for him to undo his trousers and with a quick motion, buried himself into those soft folds. It was wonderful. Without delay, he began to move, his own sounds melding with that of the siren beneath him. Soon he felt his climax approach and quickened the pace until his senses exploded into a kaleidoscope of colours and emotions.
His eyes snapped open and Severus Snape didn't need to look to know that his sheets were sticking to him in rather personal areas.
/I can't believe I just had a wet dream about Harry Potter! He's my student! He's James' son!... He's extremely attractive… NO! What is wrong with me?!/
Never had he felt so out of control of himself. No one had ever had this effect on him before and he found he didn't like it. A few quick spells and his sheets were clean as was he. He certainly wasn't going to let the house elves clean those sheets. They were terrible gossips.
/Good thing I sleep in the nude./
A fleeting thought of whether Harry did passed through his mind. Gone as quickly as it had come but shocking the man nonetheless. His mind never, NEVER, thought these things. It knew better.
/So why now?/
Severus was tempted to owl his friends about the strange effect his son had on him but he really didn't want to since he didn't know how they would react. If it were normal, they'd laugh it off but if it wasn't… Severus winced.
/Lily kicked Goyle so hard he couldn't walk straight for two weeks. He's lucky he ever recovered./
Lily Evans or Potter now, had been notorious in Hogwarts for being extremely accomplished at street-style fighting and ruthless when provoked. Otherwise, she was a pleasant if slightly bossy girl. Usually, the fights would be handled by the Marauders. Their pranks were enough to dissuade anyone from repeating their mistakes of annoying anyone in their group.
/And Lucius and I had the whole subtle 'if you insult me I will kill you in a dark deserted area' thing going on./
Sometimes Severus wondered if anyone beyond the Marauders had actually seen beyond the façade they had put up at school. It had been amusing as hell until Sirius and Lucius began to start their own private prank war against each other.
/Inevitably, us being the best friends of each side had to help them. I got more detentions that month than I did for the next three years at Hogwarts./
Eventually, frustration at being dragged into a fight not theirs had prompted the remaining Marauders to seek out Severus for a way to fix the situation. They had discussed it, made a plan and after everything had ended up friends. The rivalry between Lucius and Sirius becoming more of a 'teasing your brother' kind as opposed to the early 'rip, tear, kill' one they had going at first.
/Lucius! Of course! I can ask him! He's subtle enough to be able to find out the information for me if he doesn't know it./
Pleased that he had finally discovered a way to understand the strange occurrence, he checked the time and found it was and hour before breakfast. He sighed and got up to prepare for the day's classes. A small sentiment, unnoticed by his consciousness piped up.
/Seeing Harry soon./
~*~
Draco woke Harry up the next day. Their roommates Dean Thomas and Terry Boot had already left. They always did to reserve places at breakfast for Draco and now, Harry.
"Harry, up and at 'em! It's morning!"
Soon the two boys were washed and dressed. Draco noticed that today Harry's clothing was slightly different than yesterday. The skirt wasn't as full and instead flowed as Harry wlked giving tantalizing hints of the legs it hid. The bodice was laced up the frown and it had off shoulder three quarter sleeves with lace fringes. It was a pale pearl color, giving his friend a demure look and was completed with some soft slipper like shoes of the same material. Putting on his robe, Harry pulled his hair back and clipped it at the base of his neck, the middle of the length and about six inched from the end with some jeweled clips.
"No braid today?"
"No braid today. It puts kinks in my hair and drives my mother crazy. I have to do a new style everyday to make sure I don't ruin my hair too much with one style."
Draco blinked. What a strange family Harry had. Still, personality wise he was pleasant to be with.
"Gack! C'mon! We're gonna be late!"
~*~
"Hey Draco! Harry!"
The two boys hurrying along were joined by Ron Weasley and another boy wearing a dark blue pleated skirt and peasant blouse. His robes showed him to be an In Between as well.
"You late too, Ron? That's rare with Ginny making sure you wake up on time."
"She's later than I am. She's still getting ready! Her alarm didn't go off and none of her roommates realized she was still sleeping. By the way, Harry this is Seamus Finnigan."
"Hi, Harry! So you're Mischa and Derek's older brother, eh? Those two terrors worship you. They've been talking about you coming to Hogwarts since they found out last year."
Harry grinned, a bit breathlessly at the pace they were walking.
"Really? They're wonderful siblings. They caught the flu just before it was time to come but they should be here in a few days."
Seamus grinned.
"Snape will be overjoyed. Those two, plus Ron's own twin brothers from the years previous have managed to make it his 'Priority Kill' list!"
"A lot of trouble, are they?"
All three boys threw Harry broad grins. Draco smirked at Harry's befuddled expression.
"Harry, you have no idea."
Before they could continue, the rounded the corner just in time just in time to hear the students singing as they did before every meal. Splitting up to sit at their respective tables, they waved goodbye and agreed to meet after classes.
Harry was lost in the revelation that his two brothers, who were always sweet and polite at home were apparently terrors in school.
/But they are second generation Marauders, as I am. I suppose it's no surprise./
While Harry had not been an active prankster due to the fact that he was confined to his home, he had in fact planned many tricks with the twins and left them to execute them.
/Perhaps… it wouldn't be too bad to try a few of those ideas while I'm here? School is after all suppose to be fun./
Lost in thought, Harry did not notice a pair of obsidian eyes following his passage and devouring his figure and lingering on the laces at the front of his dress holding it together.
But Draco noticed and as soon as he caught his godfather's eye, he smirked and winked careful not to be seen.
/Oh my god! Is he BLUSHING?!/
~*~
Severus cursed hid godson mentally as he tilted his head forward so that his hair hid his blush. He didn't know if his mentee had told him about the kiss but Draco had already caught him staring and that was intolerable.
/When did I lose control of myself? I'm usually better at hiding my emoitions./
A quick glance got him snared by the Headmaster's amused blue eyes. It didn't take a genius to know that he knew and approved of whatever it was budding between his professor and student. The comforting feeling of a scowl forming on his face returned.
/Damn Albus and his meddling! He knows something!/
But he didn't say anything and neither did the Headmaster. Breaking eye contact, he stared resolutely at his plate remembering to give regular glares around the hall and refused to allow his sight to linger on one particular student.
Soon it was the end of breakfast and he went to meet Harry outside the hall with the other professors whom he had spoken to earlier that morning. As he approached the door, the Headmaster came up beside him and murmured softly.
"Don't let Blaise put you off. Just go with your instincts as always."
Severus stared at the bright yellow clad wizard. What was that about?
/Did he mean don't let it put me off teaching privately? Or starting a relationship with a student who is definitely interested? He can't seriously be telling me he approves?!/
"I swear, the sugar he consumes has rotted his brains."
"What was that, Severus?"
"Nothing, you need to worry about Minerva. There, Mr. Potter seems to be waiting for us already."
~*~
Harry nodded and smiled at some of the students whom he had befriended last night and this morning as they went by. Soon, he saw his mentor walking towards him followed by another lady who had a stern air about her and another man who had an Oriental look to him.
/He's from the East, I would guess./
"Good morning, Severus. Professors."
"Good morning, Harry. This is Professor Minerva McGonogall and Professor Tohma Seguchi. Professor McGonogall will be tutoring in Transfiguration and Professor Seguchi in musical compositions. You are not too far behind and we estimate it will only take you a month or less to get caught up. Now, let's see you schedule. Class starts in twenty minutes, and I wish to settle this before then."
~*~
Harry followed his mentor quietly to the Potions classroom. It was to be his first class and since he knew Draco had taken his books for him, he decided to go straight there.
He didn't miss the way the eyes of the man beside him constantly strayed towards him and deliberately changed his walk a bit. A little more swing in his hips and bit of sashay causing the skirt to wrap around his legs a bit more, titillating Severus and causing his eyes to linger. He had to hide a smirk of triumph when his intended mate swallowed and lengthened his stride, the billowing of the robes hiding the erection Harry knew was there.
Soon they arrived at their destination and Harry put aside all thoughts of seduction. He needed to take his studies seriously.
/Once I'm caught up in my subjects then I can talk to Ron and Draco about some of those new tricks I've been thinking about./
~*~
Tom Riddle wasn't old by any standard. Especially not since wizards had long lives. But really, he wasn't young enough to be dragged out of bed by his collar anymore either. the floor was hard and cold. Grumbling softly, he got up and sat on his bed facing his daughter.
"What is it Lily? The sun isn't even up yet. It can't be later than 6 in the morning."
"I got a letter from Harry."
The tone in which his daughter said it sent chills down his spine. Tom was a formidable opponent, skilled in magic and music alike but his daughter was also proficient in physical violence. Something Tom as not. Warily, he cracked open his eyes larger than a squint and met his daughter's infuriated green gaze.
/Oh dear. This is has to be about that./
He knew he should have mentioned it before talking to Albus, but it had completely slipped his mind.
"Er… what did he say? He is alright?"
The room's temperature dropped several degrees as Lily began to speak.
"He's fine. He's met Draco, Ron Weasley and a Muggle born witch named Hermione who are friends with Draco. But there is this interesting bit of information I received as well. Something about… a MENTOR?!"
The letter was crushed in her fist and Tom winced. Lily had done the same to James' hand during labour. Both times.
"I can explain!"
"Start now."
"I wanted to make sure Harry would be protected and looked out for while he was there. It's all well and good that he has friends to do that but having someone with authority is much better. This way, it allows us to be sure that Harry is watched over by a trustworthy individual. Besides, Severus Snape is a friend of your, if I recall. He would know about and be the most comfortable with the Potter quirks."
Lily's gaze lost some of its fury but a substantial amount still remained.
/Drat./
Tom consoled himself with the fact that she would only torture him and not kill him outright.
"It doesn't excuse the fact that you discussed this with neither James and I or Harry. It's a good thing he adapts well or he would have been suffering a very bad shock."
"You're absolutely right, my dear. I apologize for my actions but it was a late night and I am truly tired…"
As her eyes took on a calculative gleam, Tom groaned inwardly. That look didn't bode well.
"It would seem your health needs improving if staying up a little later than normal makes you so tired father. I think it would be best if you got up now. You can come and exercise with me. Now that Harry is gone, you need something to occupy you anyway. I'll make a timetable for you and what exercises and training you have to do. I expect you to follow it, father. I'll be very… disappointed if you don't. And you will have to tell James and the others when they get here tonight."
As his daughter left, Tom hung his head in defeat. He could boss and order anyone else around but within the family his prestige and power really didn't count. Especially when you didn't have a sweet grandchild willing to divert his mother's wrath towards himself to protect his poor grandfather.
"I blame it on you Marita. How on earth was I to know you would pass on your assassin training to your daughter."
As he went down to face his punishment, he sent a prayer of thanks that Lily hadn't decided to teach her children what she knew.
A/N: Thanks again to the reviewers! ^_^ Had some new names and some old ones. Glad you're enjoying the story. Ok, just to mention, Harry will probably wear trousers at some point, like for Quidditch or with certain outfits he has. (The Vietnamese women wear trousers and a Chinese design top.) Also, special thanks to Syne, Alexandria Mc Fhaerley and Alexia who are apparently related and told one after the other to read my fic. Thanks for spreading the word! Just so you can look forward to it. Next part will tell you what instrument Draco plays and Harry finally has a run in with Blaise. *grin* Among other things. No hints on the Harry/Sev bits. Hehehehe.
WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A LEMON SCENE!
Enjoy! ~WhiteFox
Chapter 2
Severus Snape was a man in control. Of himself and his surroundings as far as he could control them.
/So why am I standing here like a fool, pretending to listen to James' son speak to me while barely repressing the urge to screw him into the wall?/
At this thought, his scowl intensified bringing Harry's pleasant chatter to a halt.
Harry resisted the urge to fidget as his mentor glared at him.
/Am I talking too much? Am I not attractive enough? What if he hates me? Why is he glaring at me? What did I do?/
Severus came out of his thoughts at the sudden silence and saw Harry's inner turmoil as the young man twisted his robes as he thought.
/Brilliant Severus. Not even a class and you've already sent him on his way to a nervous breakdown./
Sneering at his inner voice, he began to speak.
"I must say it is a pleasure to meet you, Harry. Your parents have spoken about you and in rather flattering terms as well."
The bright blush and happy smile which appeared made Severus feel a bit better about making the boy anxious earlier.
"Thank you, Master Snape."
"Just Severus, please. We are going to be working very closely and it makes me feel extremely uncomfortable to be called 'master' anything."
"Yes, Severus."
Harry let the name roll of his lips and felt a shiver of pleasure. Was that a flash of arousal he had seen in the man's eyes?
/Maybe getting him to accept the bond won't be as difficult as I thought./
Severus was aware that they would have plenty to discuss. Especially since they would have to work in Harry's extra classes into his schedule to catch up with his peers.
"Very well, your schedule will be given to you tomorrow at breakfast. Come and meet me outside the Great Hall after it is over. I will introduce you to the other professors who are to tutor you and we will arrange your schedule to take into account your extra classes."
Harry nodded.
"I suggest you return to the Great Hall now and try to eat if there is anything left. You must be tired and hungry after your journey. Your first if I'm not mistaken. It would be wise to turn in early tonight. Tomorrow and the days after will be tiring for you until you accustom yourself."
Severus prepared to return to his dungeons, having eaten before encountering the Headmaster. He turned a round in surprise, when the young man with him tugged on his sleeve.
/It's now or never. Go on Harry!/
"Harry, wha…"
Severus eyes widened in surprise as soft lips brushed against his own, before pressing harder in an unmistakable kiss. It last a moment and an eternity, and in that moment Severus felt something in his magic tremble, like the strings on a harp and the sound of distant music filled his ears.
Harry stepped back, breaking the kiss and Severus could only stare in shock as the blushing student turned and hurried to the hall.
Walking back to his rooms in a daze, he touched his lips in something akin to awe. One thought kept running through his head.
/Am I falling in love?/
~*~
Harry entered the hall quietly and immediately spotted the white-blonde head of Draco. Hurrying over, he didn't notice the admiring glances his way too caught up in the high of kissing his intended mate. It had felt like heaven. Now he understood why Potters never went for others after discovering their bondmate. Anyone else paled in comparison.
Draco took one look at his flushed, starry eyed look and laughed. Gesturing for his dark haired friend to sit beside him, he leaned over to whisper softly.
"I take it you like your mentor then?"
Harry smiled and whispered back.
"He's my bondmate."
*Crash* *Thud*
"OW!"
"Draco! Are you ok?"
"Malfoy fell on the floor?!"
"No way!"
Chaos reigned. Snickering quietly, he grabbed the blonde's robed and signaled that they should take advantage of it and leave.
~*~
Draco led Harry to the dungeon dormitories.
"This is where we stay because of our intensive course, it was decided that we would be given somewhere quiet and a bit more isolated to allow us to concentrate better. There are also numerous practice rooms down here, since the space underground is so much more than above ground. We can train our magic, practice pieces or duets."
They arrived at a blank wall and Draco turned to Harry.
"This is the entrance to the Common Room. I'll show you the way again tomorrow so you won't get lost. You need a password to get in. if you don't know it then you have to find someone who does. Those from the other Houses won't know. Only those from the same House know the passwords. We're not allowed to tell others."
Harry nodded his understanding.
"What about friends? Are they not allowed in?"
"Oh, they are. You'll just have to accompany them in and make sure they don't hear you say the password. If you think they have or someone who shouldn't, knows, tell a prefect. They'll see to it that it is changed."
"Ok."
"Good. This is the current password. Sonata."
Harry's green eyes were bright with curiosity as he watched the stones shift to reveal and beautiful spacious room with a blazing fireplace. Several portraits and banners hung about the walls. The floor had a deep blue carpet and several tables were placed around the room. There were couches and armchairs in different shades of cream and beige scattered about. It was contrasted with the black pillows ranging from small ones on the couch to large ones to comfortably sit on the floor with.
As the two of them entered, he saw two archways at the end of the room.
"The archway on the right is for the first to fourths years. The one on the left leads to the rooms for the fifth to seventh years. For… privacy reasons."
Harry couldn't keep an amused smile from reaching his lips as Draco stumbled over the last part of his sentence.
"Don't look at me like that! It just let's us older ones study in peace that's all. There's more room below so we're split into four a room as apposed to the six for the younger ones."
"Of course…"
Draco's cheeks retained their pink hue at the suggestive tone of Harry's unfinished sentence. Floundering for an out, his mind locked onto his previous question.
"So, what's up with you and my godfather?"
"I told you, he's my bondmate."
Draco rolled his eyes and flopped onto a couch, sprawling himself in a very undignified manner. Harry took the armchair beside it.
"That doesn't say much, you know. What exactly does it entail? Does he know? Are you going to do anything?"
"I've basically Resonated, as we call it in my family. It means my magic has recognized his as that of my mate. I can't and won't be sleeping with anyone beside him. He doesn't know it yet but I think he might catch on quite quickly. I think it would take him a week at the most. And I am doing something about it."
A pale eyebrow arched in a silent question.
"I… I kissed him."
Draco's jaw dropped.
"And he let you?!"
"It was very quick. I think it took him by surprise."
Draco shook his head in amazement.
"Wow, I don't think anyone's caught Uncle Severus off guard since he went to school with father. But I have to warn you Harry, he's stubborn and he's going to cling to his ethics like a Devil's Snare to a struggling victim. He's gonna fight you every inch of the way."
Harry gave him an impish smile.
"We'll see. He may be stubborn but his magic and mine are going to be pulling us together to mate. He may be strange but I have confidence that I will have him by two weeks. Maybe even less."
Draco's reply was cut off as the Common Room entrance opened and a flood of students entered. They spent the rest of the night introducing Harry to his new housemates.
~*~
Severus approached his young charge from behind as he watched the young man play his violin. It was a practice piece which he had told him to play for him to get a handle on how well he played. As he came nearer, the music changed from a simple melody to a slightly more fast-paced suggestive tune.
"Something you want to tell me, my Harry?"
Harry said nothing and didn't stop playing as Severus wrapped his arms around his waist and nuzzled the exposed side of his neck. The tune changed to one which was enticing and brought to mind passionate nights of copulation.
Pale fingers undid the lacings of the bodice of the dress he wore and soon it gaped open for the hands to touch the pale expanse of skin. Harry's hand shook slightly but he continued to play. Severus chuckled softly and nipped at his ears, jaw and neck delighting in the shivers he provoked.
As one hand continued to tweak the stiff nipples and caress the milky skin of the bare stomach, the other began to pull up the full skirt, exposing stocking clad legs. Finally high enough, the hand then went under the skirt to find the secrets hidden within.
His pupil gasped and finally stopped playing abruptly. The younger man's legs parted to the ministrations of his lover and he leaned against the taller man. Severus admired the lust filled, half-lidded green eyes, the slightly parted lips panting softly and the light blush dusting those porcelain cheeks.
Finally, he found it. That secret place that would appear only for him, the chosen mate. No one else would ever have access to this part of Harry's anatomy. Only their soulmate's could find it. He slid a finger into the hot, wet channel and was rewarded with a soft moan of pleasure.
Losing patience, he lay his feminine student on a nearby table and spread his legs, letting him see all his lover's secrets.
"Please Severus… please…"
It took but a moment for him to undo his trousers and with a quick motion, buried himself into those soft folds. It was wonderful. Without delay, he began to move, his own sounds melding with that of the siren beneath him. Soon he felt his climax approach and quickened the pace until his senses exploded into a kaleidoscope of colours and emotions.
His eyes snapped open and Severus Snape didn't need to look to know that his sheets were sticking to him in rather personal areas.
/I can't believe I just had a wet dream about Harry Potter! He's my student! He's James' son!... He's extremely attractive… NO! What is wrong with me?!/
Never had he felt so out of control of himself. No one had ever had this effect on him before and he found he didn't like it. A few quick spells and his sheets were clean as was he. He certainly wasn't going to let the house elves clean those sheets. They were terrible gossips.
/Good thing I sleep in the nude./
A fleeting thought of whether Harry did passed through his mind. Gone as quickly as it had come but shocking the man nonetheless. His mind never, NEVER, thought these things. It knew better.
/So why now?/
Severus was tempted to owl his friends about the strange effect his son had on him but he really didn't want to since he didn't know how they would react. If it were normal, they'd laugh it off but if it wasn't… Severus winced.
/Lily kicked Goyle so hard he couldn't walk straight for two weeks. He's lucky he ever recovered./
Lily Evans or Potter now, had been notorious in Hogwarts for being extremely accomplished at street-style fighting and ruthless when provoked. Otherwise, she was a pleasant if slightly bossy girl. Usually, the fights would be handled by the Marauders. Their pranks were enough to dissuade anyone from repeating their mistakes of annoying anyone in their group.
/And Lucius and I had the whole subtle 'if you insult me I will kill you in a dark deserted area' thing going on./
Sometimes Severus wondered if anyone beyond the Marauders had actually seen beyond the façade they had put up at school. It had been amusing as hell until Sirius and Lucius began to start their own private prank war against each other.
/Inevitably, us being the best friends of each side had to help them. I got more detentions that month than I did for the next three years at Hogwarts./
Eventually, frustration at being dragged into a fight not theirs had prompted the remaining Marauders to seek out Severus for a way to fix the situation. They had discussed it, made a plan and after everything had ended up friends. The rivalry between Lucius and Sirius becoming more of a 'teasing your brother' kind as opposed to the early 'rip, tear, kill' one they had going at first.
/Lucius! Of course! I can ask him! He's subtle enough to be able to find out the information for me if he doesn't know it./
Pleased that he had finally discovered a way to understand the strange occurrence, he checked the time and found it was and hour before breakfast. He sighed and got up to prepare for the day's classes. A small sentiment, unnoticed by his consciousness piped up.
/Seeing Harry soon./
~*~
Draco woke Harry up the next day. Their roommates Dean Thomas and Terry Boot had already left. They always did to reserve places at breakfast for Draco and now, Harry.
"Harry, up and at 'em! It's morning!"
Soon the two boys were washed and dressed. Draco noticed that today Harry's clothing was slightly different than yesterday. The skirt wasn't as full and instead flowed as Harry wlked giving tantalizing hints of the legs it hid. The bodice was laced up the frown and it had off shoulder three quarter sleeves with lace fringes. It was a pale pearl color, giving his friend a demure look and was completed with some soft slipper like shoes of the same material. Putting on his robe, Harry pulled his hair back and clipped it at the base of his neck, the middle of the length and about six inched from the end with some jeweled clips.
"No braid today?"
"No braid today. It puts kinks in my hair and drives my mother crazy. I have to do a new style everyday to make sure I don't ruin my hair too much with one style."
Draco blinked. What a strange family Harry had. Still, personality wise he was pleasant to be with.
"Gack! C'mon! We're gonna be late!"
~*~
"Hey Draco! Harry!"
The two boys hurrying along were joined by Ron Weasley and another boy wearing a dark blue pleated skirt and peasant blouse. His robes showed him to be an In Between as well.
"You late too, Ron? That's rare with Ginny making sure you wake up on time."
"She's later than I am. She's still getting ready! Her alarm didn't go off and none of her roommates realized she was still sleeping. By the way, Harry this is Seamus Finnigan."
"Hi, Harry! So you're Mischa and Derek's older brother, eh? Those two terrors worship you. They've been talking about you coming to Hogwarts since they found out last year."
Harry grinned, a bit breathlessly at the pace they were walking.
"Really? They're wonderful siblings. They caught the flu just before it was time to come but they should be here in a few days."
Seamus grinned.
"Snape will be overjoyed. Those two, plus Ron's own twin brothers from the years previous have managed to make it his 'Priority Kill' list!"
"A lot of trouble, are they?"
All three boys threw Harry broad grins. Draco smirked at Harry's befuddled expression.
"Harry, you have no idea."
Before they could continue, the rounded the corner just in time just in time to hear the students singing as they did before every meal. Splitting up to sit at their respective tables, they waved goodbye and agreed to meet after classes.
Harry was lost in the revelation that his two brothers, who were always sweet and polite at home were apparently terrors in school.
/But they are second generation Marauders, as I am. I suppose it's no surprise./
While Harry had not been an active prankster due to the fact that he was confined to his home, he had in fact planned many tricks with the twins and left them to execute them.
/Perhaps… it wouldn't be too bad to try a few of those ideas while I'm here? School is after all suppose to be fun./
Lost in thought, Harry did not notice a pair of obsidian eyes following his passage and devouring his figure and lingering on the laces at the front of his dress holding it together.
But Draco noticed and as soon as he caught his godfather's eye, he smirked and winked careful not to be seen.
/Oh my god! Is he BLUSHING?!/
~*~
Severus cursed hid godson mentally as he tilted his head forward so that his hair hid his blush. He didn't know if his mentee had told him about the kiss but Draco had already caught him staring and that was intolerable.
/When did I lose control of myself? I'm usually better at hiding my emoitions./
A quick glance got him snared by the Headmaster's amused blue eyes. It didn't take a genius to know that he knew and approved of whatever it was budding between his professor and student. The comforting feeling of a scowl forming on his face returned.
/Damn Albus and his meddling! He knows something!/
But he didn't say anything and neither did the Headmaster. Breaking eye contact, he stared resolutely at his plate remembering to give regular glares around the hall and refused to allow his sight to linger on one particular student.
Soon it was the end of breakfast and he went to meet Harry outside the hall with the other professors whom he had spoken to earlier that morning. As he approached the door, the Headmaster came up beside him and murmured softly.
"Don't let Blaise put you off. Just go with your instincts as always."
Severus stared at the bright yellow clad wizard. What was that about?
/Did he mean don't let it put me off teaching privately? Or starting a relationship with a student who is definitely interested? He can't seriously be telling me he approves?!/
"I swear, the sugar he consumes has rotted his brains."
"What was that, Severus?"
"Nothing, you need to worry about Minerva. There, Mr. Potter seems to be waiting for us already."
~*~
Harry nodded and smiled at some of the students whom he had befriended last night and this morning as they went by. Soon, he saw his mentor walking towards him followed by another lady who had a stern air about her and another man who had an Oriental look to him.
/He's from the East, I would guess./
"Good morning, Severus. Professors."
"Good morning, Harry. This is Professor Minerva McGonogall and Professor Tohma Seguchi. Professor McGonogall will be tutoring in Transfiguration and Professor Seguchi in musical compositions. You are not too far behind and we estimate it will only take you a month or less to get caught up. Now, let's see you schedule. Class starts in twenty minutes, and I wish to settle this before then."
~*~
Harry followed his mentor quietly to the Potions classroom. It was to be his first class and since he knew Draco had taken his books for him, he decided to go straight there.
He didn't miss the way the eyes of the man beside him constantly strayed towards him and deliberately changed his walk a bit. A little more swing in his hips and bit of sashay causing the skirt to wrap around his legs a bit more, titillating Severus and causing his eyes to linger. He had to hide a smirk of triumph when his intended mate swallowed and lengthened his stride, the billowing of the robes hiding the erection Harry knew was there.
Soon they arrived at their destination and Harry put aside all thoughts of seduction. He needed to take his studies seriously.
/Once I'm caught up in my subjects then I can talk to Ron and Draco about some of those new tricks I've been thinking about./
~*~
Tom Riddle wasn't old by any standard. Especially not since wizards had long lives. But really, he wasn't young enough to be dragged out of bed by his collar anymore either. the floor was hard and cold. Grumbling softly, he got up and sat on his bed facing his daughter.
"What is it Lily? The sun isn't even up yet. It can't be later than 6 in the morning."
"I got a letter from Harry."
The tone in which his daughter said it sent chills down his spine. Tom was a formidable opponent, skilled in magic and music alike but his daughter was also proficient in physical violence. Something Tom as not. Warily, he cracked open his eyes larger than a squint and met his daughter's infuriated green gaze.
/Oh dear. This is has to be about that./
He knew he should have mentioned it before talking to Albus, but it had completely slipped his mind.
"Er… what did he say? He is alright?"
The room's temperature dropped several degrees as Lily began to speak.
"He's fine. He's met Draco, Ron Weasley and a Muggle born witch named Hermione who are friends with Draco. But there is this interesting bit of information I received as well. Something about… a MENTOR?!"
The letter was crushed in her fist and Tom winced. Lily had done the same to James' hand during labour. Both times.
"I can explain!"
"Start now."
"I wanted to make sure Harry would be protected and looked out for while he was there. It's all well and good that he has friends to do that but having someone with authority is much better. This way, it allows us to be sure that Harry is watched over by a trustworthy individual. Besides, Severus Snape is a friend of your, if I recall. He would know about and be the most comfortable with the Potter quirks."
Lily's gaze lost some of its fury but a substantial amount still remained.
/Drat./
Tom consoled himself with the fact that she would only torture him and not kill him outright.
"It doesn't excuse the fact that you discussed this with neither James and I or Harry. It's a good thing he adapts well or he would have been suffering a very bad shock."
"You're absolutely right, my dear. I apologize for my actions but it was a late night and I am truly tired…"
As her eyes took on a calculative gleam, Tom groaned inwardly. That look didn't bode well.
"It would seem your health needs improving if staying up a little later than normal makes you so tired father. I think it would be best if you got up now. You can come and exercise with me. Now that Harry is gone, you need something to occupy you anyway. I'll make a timetable for you and what exercises and training you have to do. I expect you to follow it, father. I'll be very… disappointed if you don't. And you will have to tell James and the others when they get here tonight."
As his daughter left, Tom hung his head in defeat. He could boss and order anyone else around but within the family his prestige and power really didn't count. Especially when you didn't have a sweet grandchild willing to divert his mother's wrath towards himself to protect his poor grandfather.
"I blame it on you Marita. How on earth was I to know you would pass on your assassin training to your daughter."
As he went down to face his punishment, he sent a prayer of thanks that Lily hadn't decided to teach her children what she knew.