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Um … what was I saying…. Damn I had a whole speech…. rubs head ( the one on my shoulders) … double damn… got distracted with bums and heads….

Well anyways here's an update….

/goes back to rubbing head/

Bump in the Night

Chapter 4 Run Harry Run

By WittchWay

Severus Snape stalked across the great hall, his wand arm already outstretched before him as he went. His eyes were locked on the messy haired Gryffindor and his bushy haired friend. Snape growled, rubbing at his twitching nose, at the foul scent of sexuality coming of the girl, it was the heated scent of male musk that raised the hairs on his neck. The earthy mix of moist, sweet, sensual fertile heat…

Snape could feel his own body tingle. His groin stir in interest.

Faltering in his step Severus Snape suppressed the urge to press the palm of his hand into his lower body part. His wand wavering in its erect placement.

He huffed as he came to a stop. He breathed in heavily again… it wasn't the same, the smelled was different, tasted different… it was the old dry air of Hogwarts, the heavy sent of stone and wood, the stink of students, of the morning meal, of sausages.

Snape sniffed again, several times in fact. He couldn't tell one student scent from another. He rubbed at his nose again and sniffed. He didn't know what made him think just a moment ago he could smell Potter and Granger individually.

Snape looked back to where Potter sat, he didn't have time to analyze it, because just then Granger and Potter tussle with a result of Potter falling backwards off the bench seat. Granger gave a devilish smirk and slid out of her seat next to him with all the grace of someone who was a real wildcat in bed. Snape didn't doubt for a moment that shortly after graduation there would be many redhead children staining the world.

Granger didn't wait, she straddled Harry, hiking up her school robes.

Snape growled, this was all very very wrong. Students and teacher, students and students. He didn't know what was happening to everyone but he certainly planned on getting to the bottom of it. Starting now, he would start by questing Potter.

With one swift movement he pulled the girl off Potter, and yanked Potter to his feet.

Granger stumbled, regained her footing and glared at Snape, something no student had dared do in sight of him. Her eyes narrowed, her body ridget with anger, she slowly reached her hand into her robes pulling her wand, pointing it straight and steady at the professor. "I bid you to unhand what is mine Professor Snape," Hermione's voice was little more than a hiss.

Snape pushed Potter behind him, this was going to be bad not that she was a match for him but Granger was a strong witch, a knowledgeable witch. Who knew what spell she would use to obtain what she thought was hers?

Snape raised his wand again, he could feel Potter press his lean form against his back, his head hiding at the space between his shoulder blades. It felt good, damn good. He couldn't help but think why it was he wasn't reacting. Except for those few moments previously he had no desire for the boy. Well no more than he usually had for the male form, appreciative he was for it but he wasn't desperate and riddled with desire so deep that he was overloaded with need and want.

It was two very different type of desire. He took a step, in sync with Potter, the boy moved easily back with him, step for step.

"Professor, I shall ask you this final time to let go of him or I will be forced to hex you." She raised her wand as if to make her point.

But the words were barely out of her mouth when the doors to the great hall opened and in came quite a few students and then more and more proceeded through the doors. The breakfast hour would soon be in full swing.

Several groups of students proceeded straight to their house tables, while others stopped to watch the scene unfolding before them.

Snape noticed several of them had the glossy look of interest, their eyes darting around the room to find what they to would soon desire.

Snape ground his teeth he would soon have a full blown riot on his hands, young men and women at their sexual peek no less. Bond by hormones and urges, bond by desire and doing what felt right in the moments.

And he knew Potter was reacting as well, just like he had in the infirmary. He could feel Potter pressing hard against him, holding on to him, the swish of his hips as they rocked against his posterior. He could feel hum of a delicate purr in his ear, the vibration of Potters chest against his back. The feeling was so right, It could make any man turn and take what was there, it would make any human with an inch of desire claim what surly was being offered.

But he couldn't… not now at least.

Students of all ages were nearing them, some had their wands at the ready, others were shedding their robes and clothing beneath. Some where in the tangle he caught a glimpse of the top of professor Flitwick's wizards hat. The small man was a notorious perv. Snape knew he couldn't let them get any closer, for the closer they were the harder it was going to be to get them out of this mess.

"Potter," he whispered over his shoulder, "When I say run… go. Find someplace safe and hide."

Snape edged them back to the end of the Gryffindor table, keeping Granger in his sight. But it was getting difficult, another large group of students entered the great hall. Lead by Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherin, they headed casually toward their section of table. Only to stop and turn instantly in their direction. Nott moved away at a rapid pace, pushing and shoving his way to the front of the crowd.

Snape growled, Nott was a dangerous little boy. The boy was raised on the dark arts, enjoyed the darkness of the magic he could create. Nott's eyes didn't once land on his professor they were only on Potter, they grey of his eyes widened, his lips twisted into a predatory smirk.

Malfoy was behind him pulling on his shirt sleeve, "Nott get behind me," he shoved the boy back, placing himself in the front, prime, position. A small scuffle broke out among the boys, shoving and pushing, Snape seized the moment of distraction and shoved Potter from him, "Run Harry run," he yelled.

Snape didn't wait to see if Potter was going, the great hall had broken out into chaos, students were fighting, some made grabs at him and he assumed Potter. The cries of Stupefy and petrificus totalus were echoing off the walls. Granger was the first to fall at the curses thrown, Nott and Malfoy would eliminate each other just fine, Snape didn't concern his self with them. It was the other Slytherins he was concerned with, the ones that hadn't come over to the Gryffindor table.

The ones that stood by their table, the ones that were silently blocking Potters escape.

But it didn't matter Potter wasn't running, he was on all fours on the ground, his back arched. He was shaking like mad… and then a blood curdling screamed ripped from the boys chest. A howl of pain and desire. The scream seemed to go on and on. The whole room had stopped their fighting to watch, fascinated with what was happening right before them.

Potter fell to his side moaning in pain, clawing at his clothes, tearing at them, yanking his pants down to reveal his bare bottom beneath. Harry Potter raised his wand casting a singe charm on his pants that were now down around his ankles. He burned them right in half. The leg part hanging from each of his legs, his boots blocking their full removal. Harry lay panting wearily on the ground, gasping for air, clutched his head.

Snape looked over the heads of the students, they were all distracted watching Potter wither in agony, Malfoy and Nott still griping the front of each others robes in their struggle. Granger still passed out cold on the floor.

But Snape could see their little hands twitching, their little minds racing. He needed to get Potter out of there and quick.

Pushing through the few students in his way and pulled Potter to his feet. He was momentarily stunned as he released Potters arm, he now knew why the boy had removed his pants, why he had cried out in pain. He had a tail… a full length tail.

Giggles…

Tail… has so many implications its not funny now is it. I am telling you a tale… about a tail while they are all trying to get a piece of tale… tail.

TBC…

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