Okay, well, here's chapter two. Don't think my updates will be this speedy
normally - I had a hankering for procrastination tonight. ;)
I don't own the characters, all that normal disclaimer stuff.
I'd love everyone to review, be it positive or criticism.
Hope you enjoy!
Allohamorah
For the fifth time that day Severus mentally cursed Dumbledore for getting him into this mess, and Harry for buying him. His second day had been worse than the first, though he wouldn't have thought it possible. While he thought he had lost all control of his classes on day one he quickly revised his beliefs on how out of control a class could get. The chatting, giggling, and note passing was positively out of control. After taking twenty points off of his own house for passing notes, which he summoned before they could tuck it into their book bags, the class calmed down somewhat but it was still nowhere near the level of control he usually exercised over his classes. He was going to throw out the summoned note when he saw the panicked faces of the Slytherin girls he took it from and instead decided to teach her a lesson.
"So, Miss Black," he announced loudly so that he had the whole class's attention, "what have you been writing to your friends?" He held the note up and waved it slightly, relishing the fear in the girl's face. Now this was more like it, he thought. "Shall I read it aloud? Because if its so important that it couldn't wait until after my class to be told to your friend then it must be important enough for the whole class to hear."
"Please, P-Professor...." she whimpered, truly terrified.
"Whats the matter, Miss Black? Don't want the whole class to know who you have some teenage crush on, which is what I assume is written on this? Perhaps this will teach you to not pass notes in my class again," he sneered, enjoying the feeling terrorizing the girl gave him. He cleared his throat dramatically and began to read the note: "'Its so true Miranda!' - ten points from you as well Miss Atkinson. She clearly was replying to something you had passed her - 'Its so true Miranda'", he repeated, "'he is a total fox now. His hair is so sexy and those pants make his ass look positively yummy. Who knew Professor Snape was so dreamy..." He trailed off and stared at the letter, one eyebrow raised. Was this some kind of joke? Since when am I dreamy, he pondered. Looking at a now horribly red Miranda he knew it wasn't a joke. Eyeing the rest of the class he saw that they were barely holding in their laughter. Some tried to hide it by covering their face with a book, some "searched" for something in their book bags. Well, he conceded, at least they're trying.
"Well, Miss Black," he said blandly, "I'm glad to know you think my hindquarters are 'yummy'. Maybe if you spent more time focusing on your potion rather than on my behind you would be passing. Now back to work class." He turned and walked back to his desk, hearing a distinctive thud that sounded like a head hitting a desk. Sitting down to face the class again he saw his suspicions were verified for Miranda's face was now firmly planted into her desk. Severus had to fight the smile creeping across his lips. It wouldn't do to have the students know he found this whole ordeal amusing. Feeling someone's gaze bore into him he looked up and saw Harry looking at him, smile on his lips. Harry winked before turning his attention back to his potion. Smug bastard, thought Severus. He knows he caused this by cutting my hair and making me wear these clothes and he's enjoying every minute of it. Well, he'd get his revenge, he swore, before turning back to the papers he had been marking.
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"Fuzzy Peach Slices"
Severus rolled his eyes at the headmaster's new password. Apparently he had exhausted all of the wizard candy names and was now resorting to muggle candy. Severus made his way up the stairs and knocked briskly on the door.
"Come in, Severus," he heard Dumbledore call, so he entered.
"You wanted to see me, headmaster?"
"I just wanted to see how you were doing with your being owned," smiled Dumbledore. "As bad as you thought it would be?" Severus snorted indignantly and sat down in a huff. It was hard to sit down in a huff without his old robes, he thought absently.
"Well, as you can see, Albus, the child has decided to play dress up," he stated, motioning towards his clothes. Today was a pair of black slacks (form fitting of course) and a white turtleneck sweater. He wore the "sketchers" again, though he guessed they didn't coordinate well with the rest of his outfit. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to conceal a wand in clothes like these? If Lupin makes one more "is that wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me" joke I may have to use an Unforgivable. As if that wasn't enough to humiliate me, Potter cut my hair as punishment for yelling and Longbottom."
"It could be worse, Severus. Be thankful he didn't put you in a dress." Dumbledore smiled broadly, obviously imagining his potions master in a lovely frock.
"He may yet," he sulked, crossing his arms. "Whats more he's making me tutor Longbottom each evening. I swear that boy is more squib than wizard."
Dumbledore looked genuine surprised. "Harry is using his ownership of you to help Neville?" Severus nodded. "Thats quite kind of him," he said approvingly.
"I think he's doing because he knows I can't stand that boy. Its revenge for all those years of me taking points off of his house."
"I think you don't give Harry enough credit. He isn't a mean spirited boy, nor he is as vindictive as you seem to think he is."
"Why would the boy buy me, if not for revenge?"
"I guess thats something for you to find out," smiled Dumbledore. Severus had the suspicion that the man knew something but wasn't being told but the conversation was swiftly turned to other school issues before he had the chance to ask.
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"Mince, Longbottom, not chop! You know, small little p... No, now you're pulverizing! Dammit boy, you're useless!"
"You've earned another punishment," said Harry from his chair by the fire. Severus fumed. He had been sincerely trying to keep his temper under wraps and, to his utter astonishment, Neville had started to improve.... just a tiny bit but it was something. Now one little outburst and he was back in the doghouse, so to speak.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Longbottom." He glared at Harry as he apologized but the boy simply returned his look challengingly.
"Its okay," Neville answered sheepishly. His voice was much more even around him now, no more stuttering and constant apologizing. Severus frowned. He must be really losing his touch if he couldn't scare him anymore. "I should go anyway. The hour is just about up. Is that okay Harry?"
"Sure Neville. See you back at the common room." Harry smiled warmly and Neville gave a little wave before walking out, shutting the door behind him. Harry turned his attention to Severus and frowned slightly. "I will train you to be nice to that guy if it kills me."
"At least if you died I would be under your control any longer."
"That sounded suspiciously like a joke," taunted Harry. Severus glared again. Harry chuckled. "Now, what to do to you for your punishment...."
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This was unbearable. If sitting with a bunch of teenage Gryffindors wasn't bad enough, his butt was falling asleep. Severus shifted uncomfortably on the bench and made a mental note to tell Albus to get padding for these things. The hard wood surface was quite uncomfortable on one's behind and he wondered why no student had complained about them before.
"More eggs, Professor?" offered Hermione. He grunted and took the eggs from her, scooping them onto his plate.
"Say thank you," ordered Harry motheringly. A couple of the Gryffindors snickered.
"Thank you," he mumbled. How dare that boy tell him to say thank you. Sure, it was common courtesy to thank her but how dare he point that out to him!
"I'm sorry, what? I couldn't quite hear that. You'll have to speak up." He looked at Harry menacingly but Harry just looked innocent.
"Thank you, Miss Granger," he said clearly.
"You're welcome," she answered politely, keeping the smugness from her voice. Severus sat out the rest of breakfast quietly, listening to the chattering of the Gryffindors. He presumed he would be flooded with the stupid chit-chat of teenagers - who had a crush on who, who was dating who, what was the "coolest" music, and such - but was surprised to find that the conversation focused for the most part on recent news events, especially politics, with the occasional conversation about schoolwork. If nothing else, he thought to himself, Gryffindors never fail to surprise him.
"Honestly," he heard Seamus Finnigan say, "I just don't see why this spell won't work!"
Harry laughed. "Its because you're trying the impossible! I've been telling you for seven years - you cannot turn water into rum, you daft fool!" The table laughed as Seamus tossed a hash brown at Harry's head.
"Actually you can," said Severus quietly, taking a sip of his coffee. The whole table whipped their heads towards him and he couldn't help but laugh at the sight of it. "You just have to add a little salt to the water. Let me demonstrate." The table gawked as Severus took his water glass, shook a bit of salt into it and then said the spell Seamus had been using for years. He then handed the glass to Seamus, without looking at him, and returned to eating his breakfast.
"Its bloody rum!" said Seamus excitedly after taking a hesitant sip.
"Indeed," answered Severus blandly.
Seamus took another sip and blinked widely at the cup. "Well, bloody hell! If I had known that was all I was forgetting we wouldn't have had to get liquor from Fred and George!! Uh, I mean... Uh...." he sputtered, apparently remembering he was speaking in the presence of a professor. "Oh damn. You're going to put us in detention now, aren't you?"
"No, Mr. Finnigan, I am not." The table gasped. Severus chose to ignore it. "I'm sure there are worse things you could be doing than occasionally consuming alcohol. May I go prepare for my classes now, Mr. Potter?" he asked, curtly.
"Yeah, sure..." Harry seemed dazed. Severus grinned inwardly as he walked out of the great hall, glad to have finally shut the boy up for once. ___________
"Now, just add the essence of winterblossom.. Very good, Mr. Longbottom." Neville beamed at him. He hated to admit it but it seemed student wasn't quite as inept as he had thought.
"Harry, I did it!" Neville scurried over to where Harry was sitting and presented him with a vial of his correctly brewed potion.
"That's fantastic, Neville! I knew you could do it!" Neville beamed again.
"Now, Mr. Longbottom," interrupted Severus, "if you'd please clean up the work area. Tonight you're could review multi-phasic potions to be prepared for tomorrow's session."
"Sure thing!" he said brightly, putting away the ingredients. He turned to Harry - "Mind if I study back in the common room?"
"No no, go ahead. I'll see you there." Severus looked at Harry, wondering why he wasn't leaving with his friend. He had no reason to remain in his chambers, now that Neville was no longer being tutored.
"Are you remaining for a reason, Mr. Potter?" he asked, "Or am I not allowed to sleep tonight?"
Harry smiled. "I just wanted to tell you that you are free to eat your meals at the head table tomorrow. You earned it after your stunt with the rum."
"It wasn't a stunt - it was a simple spell," said Severus, not liking having his actions being described as a 'stunt', "but thank you. My back has been killing me all day and I am pretty sure its due to those horrid benches."
"Your back hurts?" Harry looked troubled and somewhat guilty.
"Don't vex yourself over my back, Mr. Potter. I've had back trouble ever since I had a skiing accident when I was twenty two years old." Harry giggled. Severus glared before continuing. "It was a school trip and my first time skiing. I was pressured into going down a difficult trail and was injured. Needless to say it was also my final time skiing."
"Well, I feel responsible for your current condition," said Harry, putting his books away and standing up. "Lay down."
"Pardon me?"
"Lay down. I'd like to give you a massage."
"I most certainly will not lie down so you can give me a massage!" said Severus, shocked. "That would be most inappropriate!"
"Oh, sush!" said Harry, transfiguring the couch so that it was more like a bed. "Now I order you, as your owner, to lay down." Severus was going to refuse but at that moment his back spasmed a bit and he decided that he could use a good massage. He glared menacingly for show but made his way over to the bed. "Oh, and take off your sweater." At that Severus' eyes grew huge and wide. Harry rolled his eyes. "I can't give you a good massage through that sweater." Severus eyed him carefully before complying. He pulled the sweater off hastily and laid down. As Harry poured some oil on to his back he stiffened. "Relax, would you?" scolded Harry.
Harry put the oil on the coffee table, rolled up his sleeves, and placed his hands on his back. Harry's fingers and palms seemed to shoot pleasurable electricity into his skin. Severus allowed his eyes to close as the hands kneaded and worked the sore muscles of his back, the heat from the hands warming his skin. Harry's thumbs ran slowly up his spine, pushing lightly into each one, and Severus groaned.
"Sorry." Harry lifted his hands from his back, convinced he had hurt him.
"No, don't stop.." Severus kicked himself mentally. What was it about Harry that removed his ability to censor his speech? His thoughts we disrupted as Harry put his hands back to work, this time with more force. Harry pushed the heels of his hands along the his back, bending down to get more leverage, trailing his fingers across his skin on the backstroke, then pushing in hard again. Severus groaned but this time Harry knew that it wasn't from pain. Harry repeated the action, pushing in, trailing back. Harry started working his lower back, working the muscles into relaxed submission. Severus sighed and wondered where Harry learned to give such excellent massages but then remembered about his relatives - did they make him massage them as well?
Harry leaned down for another pass, this time leaning down far enough for Severus to be able to feel his breath on his skin. Harry's fingers then dipped under the edge of his pants and Severus started, not at the fact Harry ventured that far down, but at his body's reaction. The arousal swept through him like a warm wave, pooling in his stomach. It wasn't until that moment that Severus considered that he may have an inclination for the male sex. But that was a moot point, he decided, and sat up. He vaguely noticed that it didn't hurt to sit up abruptly, as it normally would have. He was not going to all this massage to continue as long as he was getting aroused - it was inappropriate enough without him getting hard. Well, harder.
"That will suffice, thank you."
Harry smiled. "Anytime," he answered quietly. "Goodnight Professor." Harry grabbed his bookbag and left, closing the door quietly behind him. Hearing the latch of the door Severus collapsed onto the still transfigured bed. What had happened there? he asked himself. Since when was he aroused not only by men, but by his students? He cringed - I'm a pervert, he thought. I'm lusting after young boys.
But Harry wasn't a young boy anymore, said another voice inside him. He's seventeen, almost eighteen, which isn't that young. he was legal, afterall.
"Since when do I have to justify things by them being not illegal to sleep with?" he scolded himself outloud. Shaking his head, he retired to his bedroom. I'll deal with this new problem tomorrow, he decided.
I don't own the characters, all that normal disclaimer stuff.
I'd love everyone to review, be it positive or criticism.
Hope you enjoy!
Allohamorah
For the fifth time that day Severus mentally cursed Dumbledore for getting him into this mess, and Harry for buying him. His second day had been worse than the first, though he wouldn't have thought it possible. While he thought he had lost all control of his classes on day one he quickly revised his beliefs on how out of control a class could get. The chatting, giggling, and note passing was positively out of control. After taking twenty points off of his own house for passing notes, which he summoned before they could tuck it into their book bags, the class calmed down somewhat but it was still nowhere near the level of control he usually exercised over his classes. He was going to throw out the summoned note when he saw the panicked faces of the Slytherin girls he took it from and instead decided to teach her a lesson.
"So, Miss Black," he announced loudly so that he had the whole class's attention, "what have you been writing to your friends?" He held the note up and waved it slightly, relishing the fear in the girl's face. Now this was more like it, he thought. "Shall I read it aloud? Because if its so important that it couldn't wait until after my class to be told to your friend then it must be important enough for the whole class to hear."
"Please, P-Professor...." she whimpered, truly terrified.
"Whats the matter, Miss Black? Don't want the whole class to know who you have some teenage crush on, which is what I assume is written on this? Perhaps this will teach you to not pass notes in my class again," he sneered, enjoying the feeling terrorizing the girl gave him. He cleared his throat dramatically and began to read the note: "'Its so true Miranda!' - ten points from you as well Miss Atkinson. She clearly was replying to something you had passed her - 'Its so true Miranda'", he repeated, "'he is a total fox now. His hair is so sexy and those pants make his ass look positively yummy. Who knew Professor Snape was so dreamy..." He trailed off and stared at the letter, one eyebrow raised. Was this some kind of joke? Since when am I dreamy, he pondered. Looking at a now horribly red Miranda he knew it wasn't a joke. Eyeing the rest of the class he saw that they were barely holding in their laughter. Some tried to hide it by covering their face with a book, some "searched" for something in their book bags. Well, he conceded, at least they're trying.
"Well, Miss Black," he said blandly, "I'm glad to know you think my hindquarters are 'yummy'. Maybe if you spent more time focusing on your potion rather than on my behind you would be passing. Now back to work class." He turned and walked back to his desk, hearing a distinctive thud that sounded like a head hitting a desk. Sitting down to face the class again he saw his suspicions were verified for Miranda's face was now firmly planted into her desk. Severus had to fight the smile creeping across his lips. It wouldn't do to have the students know he found this whole ordeal amusing. Feeling someone's gaze bore into him he looked up and saw Harry looking at him, smile on his lips. Harry winked before turning his attention back to his potion. Smug bastard, thought Severus. He knows he caused this by cutting my hair and making me wear these clothes and he's enjoying every minute of it. Well, he'd get his revenge, he swore, before turning back to the papers he had been marking.
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"Fuzzy Peach Slices"
Severus rolled his eyes at the headmaster's new password. Apparently he had exhausted all of the wizard candy names and was now resorting to muggle candy. Severus made his way up the stairs and knocked briskly on the door.
"Come in, Severus," he heard Dumbledore call, so he entered.
"You wanted to see me, headmaster?"
"I just wanted to see how you were doing with your being owned," smiled Dumbledore. "As bad as you thought it would be?" Severus snorted indignantly and sat down in a huff. It was hard to sit down in a huff without his old robes, he thought absently.
"Well, as you can see, Albus, the child has decided to play dress up," he stated, motioning towards his clothes. Today was a pair of black slacks (form fitting of course) and a white turtleneck sweater. He wore the "sketchers" again, though he guessed they didn't coordinate well with the rest of his outfit. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to conceal a wand in clothes like these? If Lupin makes one more "is that wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me" joke I may have to use an Unforgivable. As if that wasn't enough to humiliate me, Potter cut my hair as punishment for yelling and Longbottom."
"It could be worse, Severus. Be thankful he didn't put you in a dress." Dumbledore smiled broadly, obviously imagining his potions master in a lovely frock.
"He may yet," he sulked, crossing his arms. "Whats more he's making me tutor Longbottom each evening. I swear that boy is more squib than wizard."
Dumbledore looked genuine surprised. "Harry is using his ownership of you to help Neville?" Severus nodded. "Thats quite kind of him," he said approvingly.
"I think he's doing because he knows I can't stand that boy. Its revenge for all those years of me taking points off of his house."
"I think you don't give Harry enough credit. He isn't a mean spirited boy, nor he is as vindictive as you seem to think he is."
"Why would the boy buy me, if not for revenge?"
"I guess thats something for you to find out," smiled Dumbledore. Severus had the suspicion that the man knew something but wasn't being told but the conversation was swiftly turned to other school issues before he had the chance to ask.
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"Mince, Longbottom, not chop! You know, small little p... No, now you're pulverizing! Dammit boy, you're useless!"
"You've earned another punishment," said Harry from his chair by the fire. Severus fumed. He had been sincerely trying to keep his temper under wraps and, to his utter astonishment, Neville had started to improve.... just a tiny bit but it was something. Now one little outburst and he was back in the doghouse, so to speak.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Longbottom." He glared at Harry as he apologized but the boy simply returned his look challengingly.
"Its okay," Neville answered sheepishly. His voice was much more even around him now, no more stuttering and constant apologizing. Severus frowned. He must be really losing his touch if he couldn't scare him anymore. "I should go anyway. The hour is just about up. Is that okay Harry?"
"Sure Neville. See you back at the common room." Harry smiled warmly and Neville gave a little wave before walking out, shutting the door behind him. Harry turned his attention to Severus and frowned slightly. "I will train you to be nice to that guy if it kills me."
"At least if you died I would be under your control any longer."
"That sounded suspiciously like a joke," taunted Harry. Severus glared again. Harry chuckled. "Now, what to do to you for your punishment...."
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This was unbearable. If sitting with a bunch of teenage Gryffindors wasn't bad enough, his butt was falling asleep. Severus shifted uncomfortably on the bench and made a mental note to tell Albus to get padding for these things. The hard wood surface was quite uncomfortable on one's behind and he wondered why no student had complained about them before.
"More eggs, Professor?" offered Hermione. He grunted and took the eggs from her, scooping them onto his plate.
"Say thank you," ordered Harry motheringly. A couple of the Gryffindors snickered.
"Thank you," he mumbled. How dare that boy tell him to say thank you. Sure, it was common courtesy to thank her but how dare he point that out to him!
"I'm sorry, what? I couldn't quite hear that. You'll have to speak up." He looked at Harry menacingly but Harry just looked innocent.
"Thank you, Miss Granger," he said clearly.
"You're welcome," she answered politely, keeping the smugness from her voice. Severus sat out the rest of breakfast quietly, listening to the chattering of the Gryffindors. He presumed he would be flooded with the stupid chit-chat of teenagers - who had a crush on who, who was dating who, what was the "coolest" music, and such - but was surprised to find that the conversation focused for the most part on recent news events, especially politics, with the occasional conversation about schoolwork. If nothing else, he thought to himself, Gryffindors never fail to surprise him.
"Honestly," he heard Seamus Finnigan say, "I just don't see why this spell won't work!"
Harry laughed. "Its because you're trying the impossible! I've been telling you for seven years - you cannot turn water into rum, you daft fool!" The table laughed as Seamus tossed a hash brown at Harry's head.
"Actually you can," said Severus quietly, taking a sip of his coffee. The whole table whipped their heads towards him and he couldn't help but laugh at the sight of it. "You just have to add a little salt to the water. Let me demonstrate." The table gawked as Severus took his water glass, shook a bit of salt into it and then said the spell Seamus had been using for years. He then handed the glass to Seamus, without looking at him, and returned to eating his breakfast.
"Its bloody rum!" said Seamus excitedly after taking a hesitant sip.
"Indeed," answered Severus blandly.
Seamus took another sip and blinked widely at the cup. "Well, bloody hell! If I had known that was all I was forgetting we wouldn't have had to get liquor from Fred and George!! Uh, I mean... Uh...." he sputtered, apparently remembering he was speaking in the presence of a professor. "Oh damn. You're going to put us in detention now, aren't you?"
"No, Mr. Finnigan, I am not." The table gasped. Severus chose to ignore it. "I'm sure there are worse things you could be doing than occasionally consuming alcohol. May I go prepare for my classes now, Mr. Potter?" he asked, curtly.
"Yeah, sure..." Harry seemed dazed. Severus grinned inwardly as he walked out of the great hall, glad to have finally shut the boy up for once. ___________
"Now, just add the essence of winterblossom.. Very good, Mr. Longbottom." Neville beamed at him. He hated to admit it but it seemed student wasn't quite as inept as he had thought.
"Harry, I did it!" Neville scurried over to where Harry was sitting and presented him with a vial of his correctly brewed potion.
"That's fantastic, Neville! I knew you could do it!" Neville beamed again.
"Now, Mr. Longbottom," interrupted Severus, "if you'd please clean up the work area. Tonight you're could review multi-phasic potions to be prepared for tomorrow's session."
"Sure thing!" he said brightly, putting away the ingredients. He turned to Harry - "Mind if I study back in the common room?"
"No no, go ahead. I'll see you there." Severus looked at Harry, wondering why he wasn't leaving with his friend. He had no reason to remain in his chambers, now that Neville was no longer being tutored.
"Are you remaining for a reason, Mr. Potter?" he asked, "Or am I not allowed to sleep tonight?"
Harry smiled. "I just wanted to tell you that you are free to eat your meals at the head table tomorrow. You earned it after your stunt with the rum."
"It wasn't a stunt - it was a simple spell," said Severus, not liking having his actions being described as a 'stunt', "but thank you. My back has been killing me all day and I am pretty sure its due to those horrid benches."
"Your back hurts?" Harry looked troubled and somewhat guilty.
"Don't vex yourself over my back, Mr. Potter. I've had back trouble ever since I had a skiing accident when I was twenty two years old." Harry giggled. Severus glared before continuing. "It was a school trip and my first time skiing. I was pressured into going down a difficult trail and was injured. Needless to say it was also my final time skiing."
"Well, I feel responsible for your current condition," said Harry, putting his books away and standing up. "Lay down."
"Pardon me?"
"Lay down. I'd like to give you a massage."
"I most certainly will not lie down so you can give me a massage!" said Severus, shocked. "That would be most inappropriate!"
"Oh, sush!" said Harry, transfiguring the couch so that it was more like a bed. "Now I order you, as your owner, to lay down." Severus was going to refuse but at that moment his back spasmed a bit and he decided that he could use a good massage. He glared menacingly for show but made his way over to the bed. "Oh, and take off your sweater." At that Severus' eyes grew huge and wide. Harry rolled his eyes. "I can't give you a good massage through that sweater." Severus eyed him carefully before complying. He pulled the sweater off hastily and laid down. As Harry poured some oil on to his back he stiffened. "Relax, would you?" scolded Harry.
Harry put the oil on the coffee table, rolled up his sleeves, and placed his hands on his back. Harry's fingers and palms seemed to shoot pleasurable electricity into his skin. Severus allowed his eyes to close as the hands kneaded and worked the sore muscles of his back, the heat from the hands warming his skin. Harry's thumbs ran slowly up his spine, pushing lightly into each one, and Severus groaned.
"Sorry." Harry lifted his hands from his back, convinced he had hurt him.
"No, don't stop.." Severus kicked himself mentally. What was it about Harry that removed his ability to censor his speech? His thoughts we disrupted as Harry put his hands back to work, this time with more force. Harry pushed the heels of his hands along the his back, bending down to get more leverage, trailing his fingers across his skin on the backstroke, then pushing in hard again. Severus groaned but this time Harry knew that it wasn't from pain. Harry repeated the action, pushing in, trailing back. Harry started working his lower back, working the muscles into relaxed submission. Severus sighed and wondered where Harry learned to give such excellent massages but then remembered about his relatives - did they make him massage them as well?
Harry leaned down for another pass, this time leaning down far enough for Severus to be able to feel his breath on his skin. Harry's fingers then dipped under the edge of his pants and Severus started, not at the fact Harry ventured that far down, but at his body's reaction. The arousal swept through him like a warm wave, pooling in his stomach. It wasn't until that moment that Severus considered that he may have an inclination for the male sex. But that was a moot point, he decided, and sat up. He vaguely noticed that it didn't hurt to sit up abruptly, as it normally would have. He was not going to all this massage to continue as long as he was getting aroused - it was inappropriate enough without him getting hard. Well, harder.
"That will suffice, thank you."
Harry smiled. "Anytime," he answered quietly. "Goodnight Professor." Harry grabbed his bookbag and left, closing the door quietly behind him. Hearing the latch of the door Severus collapsed onto the still transfigured bed. What had happened there? he asked himself. Since when was he aroused not only by men, but by his students? He cringed - I'm a pervert, he thought. I'm lusting after young boys.
But Harry wasn't a young boy anymore, said another voice inside him. He's seventeen, almost eighteen, which isn't that young. he was legal, afterall.
"Since when do I have to justify things by them being not illegal to sleep with?" he scolded himself outloud. Shaking his head, he retired to his bedroom. I'll deal with this new problem tomorrow, he decided.