Chapter four

Harry sat dumbfounded. 'Did...did Snape just say that we have to have… sex! No, no he cannot have said that! I simply must have misheard him is all? Yes that must be it; I mean the man hates me. After all, I am the boy who fucking lived for Merlin sakes! Oh and don't forget Harry James Potter that you are the very bane of this man's existence…'

"Harry my boy, are you quite alright? You look a bit pale." The headmaster's question while interrupting one train of thought started yet another one.

'No I am not alright you jackass! I just recently started questioning my sexuality and now I am being informed that I have to shag my most hated professor. Bloody hell, you've done it now Harry!'

With a calmness that belied his inner turmoil, Harry responded, "No Professor Dumbledore, I am fine. I do, however, have a few questions that I wouldn't mind having the answers to...that is if the two of you don't mind." Having said this, Harry fixed his heated gaze upon Severus Snape.

"Not at all, Harry, by all means, please do go on. Whatever questions you may have I am quite sure that either Severus or I can get all your questions answered, to the best of our ability," Dumbledore took the liberty of answering for both himself and the potions master looking a little surprised when Snape didn't even glare at him for doing so. He didn't that the potions master had heard none of this conversation because he was lost deep within his own thoughts.

'Oh bloody brilliant, Sev, just what have you gone and gotten yourself into now! Well, I'll tell you what a mess you've gone and gotten yourself into William Severus Snape... You've gone and made it so that you are now Harry Potter's mate… FOREVER!'

'Well I guess there is naught to be done about it, except hope, hope that James Potter's son doesn't reject you the way James did all those years ago. Because I know my heart cannot stand to be broken yet again. Especially by someone who is almost your double in appearance, James.'

"What! So Snape wasn't just joking? He...Snape and I are going to have to shag, as in become lovers!" Harry voice rose and he said this last word with very obvious distaste in his voice.

Snape had heard this last statement because Harry's elevated voice had brought him out of his musings.

"Yes, Harry, I am afraid it was no joke. Your very life depends upon this mating and I am sorry to say that there is no way around this." Dumbledore answered the teenager gravely. "I'm very sorry that you are so upset by this, Harry," he added as an afterthought.

"Well of course I'm upset! I mean it's not every day that one finds out that they are a vampire…and I did just find out that I have to sleep with my greasy git of a potions master after all!" Harry burst out and opened his mouth to fume some more only to be cut off by Snape's voice.

"What's the matter Potter? Pissed off because I don't throw myself at your feet like Ms. Granger and Miss Weasley do?" Much to the shock and surprise of both Professors, Harry's response was hysterical laughter.

"Why Professor I am shocked!" Harry choked out.

"And why, pray tell, is that, Mister Potter?" Snape asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Because as far as I know, lesbians do not throw themselves at people like me," grinned Harry.

"Oh, well then why are you all so pissed off Har- Mister Potter?" the potions master questioned heatedly.

Severus had a mad gleam in his eye that Harry just hated and so he decided that he would do whatever it took to wipe that stupid smirk off of his pale face.

"Professor, I am a virgin and while I am almost certain that I'm gay, I'll be damned if I will ever sleep with the likes of you! I… would… rather… die!" Harry screamed emphatically.

With this said Harry turned on his heel and left Dumbledore's office leaving two stunned professors in his wake.