Warning! - Chapter rated PG-13
Chapter 7
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Classes went well - the first year Ravenclaws hadn't had a chance to get ideas beyond their station and the third and seventh year students were happy to spend their own class time laughing at Lockhart and discussing the syllabus along with Harry's personal life, although he did get babysitting offers from both classes. He had at least one student in each house hooked now.
It was lunch, and Harry's greeting from his lover when he sat down next to him to eat had been a grumpy, grumbled, incoherent mumble. Harry resisted the urge to laugh.
"Severus, it was your own fault."
Severus turned to him.
"It was my own fault that fifth year Hufflepuffs informed me that, if it were legal, Harry Potter would marry me, and wasn't that so romantic? Pray tell, how?"
Harry smirked.
"You're too irresistible, that's how. Now stop moping. Oh, and I haven't snapped yet, you'll be glad to know."
Severus looked at him.
"Yes, well, I gave you a week. Come tell me that this time next week."
"Will I get a prize?"
Severus looked mockingly at him.
"Yes, a little gold trophy that says you're the 'nicest teacher in the school'," was the dry and facetious remark. Harry just smirked back.
"Ooh, goody! Will it have my name engraved on it?"
Minerva laughed from beside them.
"Severus, you just may have picked the right person for yourself after all - there's not many can handle your moods."
Harry smirked.
"Oh, he didn't do the picking."
Severus glared, but there was a warmth that Harry was used to behind it.
"Yes, well, when you're jumped by a deceptively strong, highly trained in dangerous magic, Quidditch playing brat, you don't get much choice in picking for yourself."
Harry smiled.
"I love you too, pet. Now pass the vinegar, please."
With a resigned sigh, the vinegar was passed. In return he got a light brush of lips to his cheek and a squeeze to his thigh so he supposed, all things considered, it was worth it.
"So, Professor Potter, are you ready to continue our discussion?"
Harry looked at Minerva.
"Where were we?"
"Hermione and Ron."
Harry grinned.
"Yes, she teaches a small group of young witches and wizards with muggle connections the English and Math they would learn in a muggle primary school as well as about the magical world - some basic History and Theory of Magic. She looks after Tristan when the rest go home until one of us is free to pick him up, and when Ron's home he sometimes takes them out to places like aquariums or the zoo or even just the park. Trist loves it, and so do the other kids - they really do a great job."
"So, Miss Granger became not only Mrs Weasley but a teacher, too?"
Harry grinned.
"Actually, she's studying part-time for her doctorate in education, so soon she'll be Dr. Weasley."
From Harry's other side came, "Perish the thought - a Weasley with a doctorate."
He smiled.
"Well, just think how you would have felt before about a Professor Potter, but look at me now."
The look he got would have told anyone that Harry's intelligence was a big part of what had attracted Severus to him.
"Indeed."
Minerva coughed, and seemed to be about to break their fixed stares when a house-elf did it for her.
"Professors Potters and Snapes, there is being a fire-call for you."
Harry looked puzzled.
"A fire-call? From who?"
The elf looked like it was trying not to prostrate itself at Harry's feet.
"From a Missus Hermione Weasley, sirs. She is saying that it is not being an emergency but it is being best if you answers very soon."
Harry took one frightened look at Severus and sprinted out of the hall.
Severus wasn't far behind him.
::TBC::
Chapter 7
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Classes went well - the first year Ravenclaws hadn't had a chance to get ideas beyond their station and the third and seventh year students were happy to spend their own class time laughing at Lockhart and discussing the syllabus along with Harry's personal life, although he did get babysitting offers from both classes. He had at least one student in each house hooked now.
It was lunch, and Harry's greeting from his lover when he sat down next to him to eat had been a grumpy, grumbled, incoherent mumble. Harry resisted the urge to laugh.
"Severus, it was your own fault."
Severus turned to him.
"It was my own fault that fifth year Hufflepuffs informed me that, if it were legal, Harry Potter would marry me, and wasn't that so romantic? Pray tell, how?"
Harry smirked.
"You're too irresistible, that's how. Now stop moping. Oh, and I haven't snapped yet, you'll be glad to know."
Severus looked at him.
"Yes, well, I gave you a week. Come tell me that this time next week."
"Will I get a prize?"
Severus looked mockingly at him.
"Yes, a little gold trophy that says you're the 'nicest teacher in the school'," was the dry and facetious remark. Harry just smirked back.
"Ooh, goody! Will it have my name engraved on it?"
Minerva laughed from beside them.
"Severus, you just may have picked the right person for yourself after all - there's not many can handle your moods."
Harry smirked.
"Oh, he didn't do the picking."
Severus glared, but there was a warmth that Harry was used to behind it.
"Yes, well, when you're jumped by a deceptively strong, highly trained in dangerous magic, Quidditch playing brat, you don't get much choice in picking for yourself."
Harry smiled.
"I love you too, pet. Now pass the vinegar, please."
With a resigned sigh, the vinegar was passed. In return he got a light brush of lips to his cheek and a squeeze to his thigh so he supposed, all things considered, it was worth it.
"So, Professor Potter, are you ready to continue our discussion?"
Harry looked at Minerva.
"Where were we?"
"Hermione and Ron."
Harry grinned.
"Yes, she teaches a small group of young witches and wizards with muggle connections the English and Math they would learn in a muggle primary school as well as about the magical world - some basic History and Theory of Magic. She looks after Tristan when the rest go home until one of us is free to pick him up, and when Ron's home he sometimes takes them out to places like aquariums or the zoo or even just the park. Trist loves it, and so do the other kids - they really do a great job."
"So, Miss Granger became not only Mrs Weasley but a teacher, too?"
Harry grinned.
"Actually, she's studying part-time for her doctorate in education, so soon she'll be Dr. Weasley."
From Harry's other side came, "Perish the thought - a Weasley with a doctorate."
He smiled.
"Well, just think how you would have felt before about a Professor Potter, but look at me now."
The look he got would have told anyone that Harry's intelligence was a big part of what had attracted Severus to him.
"Indeed."
Minerva coughed, and seemed to be about to break their fixed stares when a house-elf did it for her.
"Professors Potters and Snapes, there is being a fire-call for you."
Harry looked puzzled.
"A fire-call? From who?"
The elf looked like it was trying not to prostrate itself at Harry's feet.
"From a Missus Hermione Weasley, sirs. She is saying that it is not being an emergency but it is being best if you answers very soon."
Harry took one frightened look at Severus and sprinted out of the hall.
Severus wasn't far behind him.
::TBC::