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Warnings: Just a little bit of fun, nothing explicit! Oh and this chapter is a bit longer than usual, about 7500 words if I remember rightly.
CHAPTER FIVE: Evil little bulblets
Harry and Severus left the kitchens, their stomaches feeling a little better. While food was still not very appealing, at least they could pick out exactly what they wanted to eat. Dobby of course had rushed over to Harry and engulfed his legs in a hug, but the house-elf was more perceptive than he looked.
"Is Harry Potter feeling okay? He is not looking like his usual self." Dobby had cast a glance over to Severus where his huge eyes bulged and he jumped a little. His squeaky voice went even squeaker. "What is Harry Potter sir doing with his Potions professor? Dobby is knowing that Harry Potter does not like him, and Dobby had seen him at his old masters manor..." He looked apprehensively up at Severus.
Harry had laughed and explained that he didn't dislike Severus anymore, but for him not to tell anyone. Dobby had agreed. Harry laughed out loud at the memory of that.
"What are you laughing at?" Severus's voice registered in his head.
"Dobby's reaction." Harry stated simply. Severus didn't reply. "You know, I should go and see Hermione and Ron tonight. I've been ignoring them lately." He sighed. "Not to mention I'll be spending all day again tomorrow working on my potion." He stopped and turned to Severus. They were both under the cloak still.
"Do you really? Your welcome to come back to my office..." Severus leant in and kissed him.
Harry kissed Severus back, relishing it. He was torn between what to do... but knew he must go and see his friends. He pulled away from the kiss. "You know any other time I would, but tonight I really should spend some time with them. I'll walk you back to your office in this cloak though, it wouldn't look good for you to suddenly appear out of nowhere."
Soon Harry and Severus had gone their own separate ways, after a long distracting kiss, and Harry was heading back up to the Gryffindor common room. He took his cloak off as he approached the Fat Lady and uttered the password. He entered, expecting not to see Ron and Hermione, but they were seated in front of the fire as if waiting for him. And I bet they were, Harry thought to himself.
Harry approached his friends, but felt rather than noticed something strange. There was something not right, something that felt... fake.
He gave them a smile. "Hi." He said in a cheery voice and sat down on the couch beside Hermione.
"Where have you been!" Hermione stressed to him. Harry had been awaiting this. Ron queried along with her.
Harry grew excited. "You'll never guess what I've been doing." He grinned. He could see their expressions become a little curious. "I finished the first stage of one of the potions to become an animagus!"
Hermione looked impressed. Ron looked surprised. "Really?" Hermione asked, as if she was disbelieving. Harry nodded.
"Yeah, I even asked Professor Snape to look over it for me."
"What did the git say?" Ron asked and Harry couldn't contain a frown. Ron gave him a funny look.
"He said he could see no problems with it! Although I must say, he did take his time going over it!"
"Yeah, I bet he would have said that even if it was rubbish. Probably hoping to poison you or something." Ron frowned.
Harry was offended. "Wouldn't work anyway." He felt his own eyes widen at what he'd just said. Hopefully they hadn't heard or realised, he prayed. "Are you saying my potion will be rubbish, Ron?" Harry said quickly, trying to take the attention away from his slip-up. But he could tell Hermione had heard.
Ron seemed not so observant. "Oh no.." He said quickly, looking a little worried. "I didn't mean it that way Harry! I bet it's brilliant! After all, you will be the one drinking it..." He gave his friend a weak smile.
"I know Ron, it's okay. I knew you didn't mean it that way. But I wouldn't be surprised if I did end up poisoning myself, with my potions record." Harry chortled.
Hermione's voice caught his attention. It wasn't her normal tone, it was more... cold. "I thought you said it wouldn't work to poison yourself, Harry." She narrowed his eyes at him. Yep, she definitely knew something.
"Yeah I did. Only I reckon I'd know if he slipped something in because not only was I watching him, but surely there aren't that many extra ingredients you could add that wouldn't cause any reaction at all. I mean have you looked at the list of ingredients for this potion? One wrong move and it's capable of blowing this whole school up!" Harry was smiling in hope to maybe make her think twice about her suspicions. Didn't seem to work though.
"I'm sure Professor Snape, being a potions master, would know something. Although I can't really see him spiking your potion, Harry. It would be obvious it was him that is if it was detectable at all- and there aren't many undetectable substances around. I think you meant what you said in a different context, didn't you Harry?" She leant in closer to him, looking directly into his eyes. Harry felt like smirking. He hadn't learnt Occumlancy for nothing.
"I think you need to clarify what your trying to say, 'Mione, because I'm certainly not following." Harry needed to know her suspicions.
"Although then. But not here. Come on, let's go to my room." She got up off the couch without awaiting Harry or Ron's response. She knew they would follow her. And they did, of course.
They made their way over, and Hermione opened the door. Harry stepped in but suddenly a foul stench made him gag. He pulled his jumped over his nose while backing away from the room, running into Ron in the process who jumped as if in fright.
"Arg, what is that stench 'Mione?" Harry's voice was muffled by his jumper. "It feels like it's burning my nostrils!" Hermione looked somewhat triumphant.
"What smell?" She asked almost innocently. "I can't smell anything, can you smell anything Ron?" She looked behind Harry to Ron.
His voice was shaking slightly. "Ahh.. no.. I... I... can't smell a...anything." He took a step away from Harry. Hermione sent him a scathing look.
Harry was confused. There was definitely something foul in Hermione's room. Why were they denying it? "Are you sure, because something sure does stink." He frowned.
Hermione gave a sort of choked laugh. "Of course we're sure! Come on, I bet it's just your nose playing tricks." She entered her room.
Harry, unsure, moved in reluctantly. Ron pushed past him and settled on the bed, and once Harry was through the door Hermione waved her wand to shut it and cast a locking charm. Harry thought he was going to die from lack of breathing. He began to panic.
"No... something isn't right..." He said, looking around the room. "I... I've got to get out!" He turned to the door, but it was locked. He turned back to face his friends. Hermione was looking shocked, but smug. Ron looked simply terrified, his freckles standing out on his paled face. "What?" Harry managed ground out.
Hermione walked towards him. The stench seemed to increase. Harry felt weak, like his muscles were turning to jelly. He wobbled on the spot, before he sunk to the ground, his back against the door. Hermione looked a little worried.
"It's only garlic Harry." She whispered and produced some from behind her back. Harry cringed at the sight of it. "You can't stand the smell can you? It's repelling you from me, isn't it?" She stepped closer. Harry thought he was going to faint.
"P... Put.. i...it... a... a... AWAY!" Harry stuffed his jumped into his mouth in an attempt to filter the air he was breathing.
He vaguely noticed Hermione moving away from him and heading towards the window. He watched as she opened it and threw the cloves out the window. The air seemed to be freshening. Next thing he knew Hermione was casting a refreshment charm on the room and suddenly he could breathe.
Harry pulled his jumped away and sucked in huge amounts of the fresh air. He thought he was going to pass out again, this time from his deep breaths. Finally he felt back to normal, and looked up to his friends. Ron was rigid and Hermione was unreadable. He knew he'd been sprung.
"Harry..." Hermione began. "How...?" She frowned, looking almost disappointed. Harry knew there was no hiding what he was anymore.
"Are you going to tell Dumbledore?" He asked seriously.
They looked thoughtful.
"I don't know Harry." Hermione sighed. "Are you... I mean, are you..." She got frustrated with herself. "Are you dangerous, is what I'm trying to say." She stayed standing.
Harry gave her a glum smile. "Not anymore I'm not, I think I can control myself."
She got a confused expression. "What do you mean, not anymore? What's this about control?"
"I was given a choice." Harry said simply.
"A choice?" Ron finally said. He was deathly pale and shaking lightly. Harry knew he'd never been fond of any creatures considered to be dark, including Vampires.
Harry nodded. "I could retain my humanity and let that side of me dominate."
Hermione looked intrigued. "How though Harry? You don't become a Vampire over night." Ron shuddered in the way he did when hearing the name Voldemort at the mention of the word Vampire.
Harry had to snort. "That's how it happened in my case."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course it happened at night... but how?"
Harry sighed and told them the story of Meier. Both of them looked horrified when Harry had told them the truth about Meier and his night, but Harry didn't pay any attention to that. He thought it funny they reacted more when he said he had slept with another man than when they realised he was a Vampire. He finished his story, but had yet to tell them whom he'd chosen and if he had done so. He knew that question would be next.
"So you get to choose someone to become like you?" Hermione had to clarify.
"Not necessarily like me, but given the choice to become like me or to become a complete night dweller. I can choose at anytime to complete my transformation if that's what I wish to do so. And I might," He continued, earning slightly frightened looks from his friends. Harry couldn't help but find it a little amusing. "I think I'm safe to say that there is a very good probability of me eventually becoming like Meier. I'd like to see him again, and I don't doubt that I wont. After all, I've got the whole of eternity to find him." He smiled.
"Y... You're g... g... going to d... drink blood?" Ron stuttered out, looking scared and disgusted.
"No, it's really good..." Harry shut his eyes, remembering the taste of Severus... He knew he must have been smiling.
"Harry..." Hermione's questioning tone interrupted him. "Are you saying that you've already... that you have already changed someone?"
Harry knew there was no point lying. "Yes, I have actually. I'm lucky I didn't change sides there and then too! I must admit I was tempted."
"Who?"
Harry frowned. "I can't say. It's not for me to tell." He decided that he felt all right again, and proceeded in standing up. He noticed Ron flinched. "Ron, it's okay. I'm not going to attack you. Nor you 'Mione. I'm safe, really I am." He stretched his legs that had cramped up from him sitting on him. Harry yawned.
"B...but those... fangs!" Ron's eyes were on his mouth. Harry couldn't hold back a grin, revealing his pointed teeth.
"Yeah, I like them. I can't see them 'course, but they feel nice." He smiled again. "You noticed them, didn't you 'Mione?"
Hermione nodded. "I did. But at the time I didn't really know what they meant. I also noticed your skin, hair and height. I've decided that you appear more graceful."
Harry laughed loudly. "Graceful! Me!" He buckled over in laughter. He could imagine Severus's reaction if he'd been called graceful, but then Harry supposed that was better than feminine! "At least you didn't call me more feminine."
"Who said that?" Hermione asked him quickly.
Harry stopped laughing. "No one, but that was my initial thought when I first saw Meier. That and he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen." Harry knew Ron was relaxing a little because he heard him snigger. "What? He was. I'd show you both, but neither of you know Occumlancy."
"You know Harry," Ron was smirking. "I never really pictured you to be like that. Liking men, I mean." Harry was glad he seemed to have relaxed and realised he was not under any threat. Maybe this would work out, after all?
Harry just grinned at him. But he lost his grin for a moment. "Are you going to tell Dumbledore?"
Ron and Hermione looked serious again. Harry, deeming it safe, approached the bed and sat down. He was pleased when neither of them flinched.
Hermione looked at him thoughtfully. "I don't know Harry. Don't you think you should tell him yourself? I mean I doubt he'd refuse to let you stay, considering you're safe I mean."
"But what if he doesn't? At first I didn't really care, but now... I'd miss you guys too much."
Hermione looked tearful. "I know Harry, we'd miss you too." She lent over and pulled him into a hug. Harry hugged her back enthusiastically, wondering how he managed to get such great friends. They may have had their bad times, but he knew that they'd always try to put each other first before themselves. "And if he does make you leave then... Where would you go?"
Harry pulled back. "I suppose if he found out about me then he'd surely find out about Sever... Ahh... I could go and live with the person I chose, I guess." Harry hoped to Merlin they didn't pick up on what he nearly let out. That was the second damn time he'd done that.
"Harry... what were you gong to say?" Hermione got that suspicious look again. "You weren't going to say Severus, were you?"
Harry sighed. He couldn't lie. "Yeah I was. You got me." He looked down at his lap.
Ron exploded. "What! You chose him! Him of all people! Oh Harry... what has happened to you!" He paled. "You didn't... no you couldn't have... could you? You didn't do... do... do that with Snape?" He looked slightly green.
Harry couldn't help but smirk. That was enough of an answer for Ron.
"I think I'm going to be sick." He held his hand over his mouth and shut his eyes.
"Harry... did you really?" Hermione asked.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, he is so great." Harry said dreamily. He noticed even Hermione looked a little sick. "Oh come on, he's not that bad! I think he's handsome, and I know more than a few of the girls would love a piece of Severus. Not to mention since I chose him he's changed, he looks younger and that's the way he'll stay from now on. I'll stop ageing when I'm about 25 too." Harry brushed his long fringe off his face. It was hanging in his eyes.
"Please don't say anymore Harry." Ron said from behind his hand. "Or else I really will be sick. Damn, how am I ever going to be able to look at him again in class without thinking he shagged Harry?"
Harry brightened. "Does that mean you're not going to tell?"
Ron looked up. "As long as you don't make me like you, sorry mate but I've never desired to live forever sucking blood, and that you never mention Snape like that again."
"Harry, I really think you should be the one to tell Dumbledore. If you think about it, Lupin was probably just as much a risk as you are, and he was quite happy employing him. As long as nobody knew the truth, that is. But, I wont be the one telling him." She gave him a smile.
Harry smiled appreciatively. "I know 'Mione, and I probably will. But not yet. I think I might even wait until the year is over, because I know Severus isn't planning on teaching here for all of eternity. And don't worry Ron, I promise I won't say anything explicit about Severus again."
"It sounds so weird you calling him that, though. But I guess I'll get used to it." Ron looked completely like himself again, the colour had returned to his face.
"I know it does, I'll try not to say it in front of you two." Harry said pleasantly. "How long did it take you to figure it out anyway?"
Hermione actually smirked. "Well, it was only this time last week when I first saw you, and I knew something was up immediately. But I never really figured it out completely till today. And even then I wasn't sure. I guess I was just apprehensive to believe it." She paused. "But what I'd like to know is, when did Professor Snape figure it out? He must have, because you said that the person you chose had to be willing."
"It happened the day you came back here. That morning actually. He figured it out straight away too, I reckon. He was the one who found me in Diagon alley don't forget. Then he hit me up about it the night before I chose him. He ended up getting it out of me, and then said he'd tell, but obviously changed his mind. I knew it was because he wanted to know more, I could tell he was intrigued. Then, the next morning, he was the one watching me and yeah... I don't think you'd appreciate any more details." Harry smirked evilly. "I suppose I should tell him you two know. Do you want to come with me?" Harry couldn't help but feel a little anxious about how Severus would act around him with his friends.
Ron looked scared at that prospect. Hermione looked moderately excited. "I don't see why not. I'd like to see his reaction, actually. I know you've changed Harry, and I'd like to see if he has. Are you coming Ron?" She turned to Ron.
"I don't think so, 'Mione."
"Oh come on! He wont hurt you. And even if he tried, Harry would protect us, wouldn't you Harry?" She was smiling.
"Of course I would! Why don't we go down there now? I know he's not busy tonight, because he asked if I wanted to come back to his office." Harry smirked. Ron frowned.
After convincing Ron to come, Harry tucked his cloak into his robes and they exited the common room. It was not yet past curfew, but the halls were empty as far as they could see. Harry led them down into the dungeons. They made sure to all huddle up under the cloak before they headed that way, just for precaution.
They reached the door and Harry knocked. Severus opened the door and, seeing that there was no one there, knew who it must be. He opened the door wide enough for them to enter then shut the door. He jumped when all of a sudden not just Harry appeared, but Hermione and Ron also.
"Hi." Harry grinned. "Don't worry, they know."
Severus smirked. "I knew Granger would figure it out eventually." He looked at her. "Didn't take you long, did it?" He said in a pleasant voice.
Hermione seemed a little surprised, but gave him a small knowing smile.
Severus frowned, then looked to Ron and Hermione. "Would you excuse us a moment?" Ron, startled at his non-hostile attitude, nodded. Hermione also nodded.
Harry followed Severus into an adjoining room where he was pulled into a kiss. "Why'd you bring them here?" Severus asked, breaking the kiss.
"Hermione wanted to come, Ron just came because we were. I guess she was curious to see how you'd react. I think you might have surprised them both." Harry gave him another kiss, this time moving to deepen it and found Severus's tongue. It was a slow kiss, and Severus wrapped his hand around Harry and pulled their hips together. Harry groaned when he felt how hard Severus was against him. It was lucky they were both wearing thick robes to hide their hardened states.
"I see. I trust they're not going to be informing the old man about this, then? I must admit I am a little surprised that they seem to be taking this so well. I would have expected Weasley to have some sort of rant though, am I right?"
Harry laughed. "You know you're right. He thought I was going to attack him on the spot. Oh, and you'll never guess how they ratted me out."
Severus looked interested. "How?"
"With garlic. To tell you the truth, I'd forgotten about it. It was terrible, like I was going to suffocate." Harry had a disgusted expression on his smooth skinned face.
"It's always the simple things that prove to be successful at times." Severus pressed his lips to Harry's once again, making sure their hips once again made pleasing contact. He sneakily slipped a hand under Harry's shirt, but it was caught before it could move anywhere.
Harry was grinning at him. "Don't you even think about it, not when Hermione and Ron are waiting just out there. And speaking of them, we should probably go back out."
Severus looked crestfallen. "I suppose." They kissed one final time, rearranged their clothes as to hide certain things, and then re-entered the room. Hermione and Ron hadn't moved from where they left them. "You can sit down you know." He gestured to the couches, which were beside a blazing fire.
They jumped at the sound of his voice. "Oh right, thankyou Professor." Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and lend him to a couch where they sat, rather close. Harry and Severus followed suit and sat even closer to each other, their thighs touching. Harry noticed Ron's disapproving look, but wasn't worried.
"I guess it's only manners that I offer you a drink." Severus piped up.
Harry scrunched up his nose. "Yuk, if you're going to offer tea don't bother. I can't stand the stuff anymore."
Severus turned to look at him. "Are you aware Harry, that we have guests that might like the horrid stuff?" He raised his eyebrows towards Hermione and Ron.
Harry grinning. "Oh yeah... Would either of you like tea?" He said in a put on posh voice. He noticed Ron biting back his laughter.
"Err... not really thanks." Ron said.
"No thankyou." Hermione said also.
Severus looked pleased. "Good. I hope you don't mind if I have a drink." He waved his wand and a bottle containing golden brown liquid appeared along with a small round glass. He uncorked the bottled and poured himself a glass, then settled the bottle back on the table that separated them. Severus took a sip, then sighed and shut his eyes.
Harry laughed at him. "Anyone would think you're an alcoholic the way you're acting, give me a sip." Harry took the glass out of his hands and brought it to his lips. He cringed a little as the liquid went down his throat. "Now that's what I call tolerable." He smirked.
Severus just gave him a look. "At least you have taste if nothing else." He took the glass back, taking another sip.
"Of course I do! Care to conjure me up a glass?" He asked sweetly. He was almost oblivious to the fact he two best friends were sitting opposite, taking in their interaction interestedly. They were both equally amazed at how they were getting along.
"No I don't. It's not a good idea to be giving students such things." He sat back, relaxing, and sipped on his drink his eyes trained on Harry's.
Harry suddenly broke out into a grin. "I know something else that's not good for a teacher to give a student..." Harry shuffled closer, putting his hand on Severus's leg just above the knee, about to run it up his thigh...
Severus was about to retort when someone cleared their throat. It was Hermione. Both her and Ron were looking extremely uncomfortable. "Maybe we should leave...?" She asked in a quiet voice.
Harry shook his head. "No way! I'm sorry, I promise I wont get carried away again." He smiled apologetically. He turned back to Severus. "Come on Severus, one drink wont hurt anyone."
Severus rolled his eyes. "Fine. But don't come complaining to me when you fall up the stairs and hurt yourselves." He conjured up another three glasses and proceeded to pour out three whiskeys then refilled his own.
Harry took his happily, noticing that neither Ron nor Hermione had moved to touch theirs. "What's wrong? Don't you want it?" He asked.
Hermione frowned. "I don't think I should... It wouldn't look good for the Head Girl to be..." Harry butted in.
"Oh come on 'Mione, what harm could one do? Seriously." He gave her a cheeky smile. "What's your excuse Ron? I know you like this stuff, I've seen you drink it before." Harry noticed Ron's eyes stray towards Severus.
Severus rolled his eyes. "Look Weasley, if you're afraid to drink it in front of me, that's fine. All that means is there is another glass waiting for me. Same goes for you, Granger." He took another sip of his whiskey.
Harry noticed Ron's ears redden. "I'm not afraid to drink it in front of you, Professor." He said almost angrily, and picked up the glass. "I just felt a little uneasy. After all, it's not every day your git of a potions professor offers you a whisky." His eyes widened at his own choice of words. Hermione sucked in a breath.
Harry laughed. Severus smirked. "Git? Is that what you see me as, Weasley?" He was clearly amused. Ron just answered by taking a large gulp of his whisky and nearly choking on it.
Hermione just shook her head and reached for her glass, before gulping down half of it in one go.
Severus raised an eyebrow. "Never pictured you Miss. Granger as a drinker. But you seem quite familiar with the whisky, or should I not ask?"
Even Hermione look relatively amused. "Don't even ask, professor." She smiled lightly. Harry had to chuckle again. He was extremely surprised at how well things were going, and was actually glad his friends had found out about their situation. He sat back, leaning his head on Severus's shoulder and sipped at his own whisky. It did indeed taste rather good, considering everything he had had so far, since his transformation, had tasted like crap. He was pleased when he felt Severus's arm move around and behind him. He looked to Ron to see if he cared, but it appeared he could tolerate this.
Harry was a little surprised to see Hermione had finished her drink. But then he realised he'd probably need a good stiff drink too if he'd just discovered that his best friend had become a vampire and was sleeping with one of their most hated teachers who was, moreover, of the same sex. At the moment though, for him, all he needed was a good stiff Severus.
"You know..." Hermione piped up. "You two actually look good together." She looked them up and down. Harry noticed Ron shooting her a strangled sort of a look. "What?" She looked at Ron. "I think they do."
Harry was laughing by now. He realised that he'd laughed more in this last week, than in his whole life. He felt good.
"It's true Harry!" She laughed. "But it's good to see you so happy, as I said I don't think I've ever seen you this happy before." She paused. "I guess I have you to partially thank Professor. I must admit I still find it a little disbelieving that you're the one who managed to make our Harry happy."
"I think the whisky has gone straight to your brain, Miss. Granger." He smirked but looked at Harry. "Is she always like this?" He asked him.
Harry was still chuckling. "I guess so, although I wasn't expecting either of them to take it this well. After all, you were as Ron said a pretty evil git the past few years to us." Harry wanted to kiss Severus, but knew it was probably too soon for that, if at all.
"Yes, I don't deny that I was. I guess I found your temper amusing, Harry, and your slippery ways of dodging punishment and breaking the rules infuriating. Not to mention the fact you're all Gryffindor's." He frowned at this.
"Yeah, you love taking points from Gryffindor don't you?" Harry noticed that Ron was smirking slightly at this.
Severus nodded. "Of course. It's the only house that can rival Slytherin. Ravenclaw's are too logical for their own good, and Hufflepuff's... I despise just saying the name." He sneered, finishing off his topped up whisky and reaching to refill it again.
Harry helped himself to another refill. "I swear, at this rate, we'll both become alcoholics. So far I can safely say this is the only thing that tastes even half decent and not like carpet to chew." Harry took a large sip and settled back into Severus's arm.
"Agreed." Severus stated and lent his head to the side to rest on top of Harry's. He took a deep breath inhaling the clean smell of his hair. He really wanted to kiss him.
Hermione had to smile. It appeared that it was not only Harry that was happy, but Snape also. They seemed so at ease with each other, and Hermione was glad that they had found each other even under the strange circumstances. She suddenly realised that she wouldn't mind seeing them like this with each other, that she wasn't repulsed anymore. Not after what she'd seen so far, anyway. She also decided she needed a refill.
"Do you mind, Professor?" She asked, gesturing to the bottle on the table.
"Not at all, that's what it's there for." He paused. "That goes for you too, Weasley." He added, noticing Ron's empty glass.
Hermione poured she and Ron another drink, and settled back onto the comfortable couch.
"It's strange." Harry said, his face looking the way it did when ever he was thinking. "I feel like I could go all night without sleep. Do you feel like that, Severus?" He turned his head so that he could see his neck. It looked so tempting.
"It is. It's most likely because we're half night dweller who sleep during the day, but still half human who sleep during the night." He said wisely. He looked down to see Harry looking at him, and felt himself being drawn towards Harry's lips.
Ron nudged Hermione when he realised Harry and Snape were going to kiss. "'Mione, we have to do something!" He whinged in a low voice.
"Just shut your eyes then." She said unfazed. She watched as Harry's head rose to meet Severus's and their lips met.
Harry sat up straighter and leant into Severus, kissing him harder. Their kiss deepened, and both forgot that Hermione and Ron were sitting only a couple of feet away from them. Harry could taste the whisky on him, but that only made him want to kiss him more.
Hermione couldn't help but watch them kiss. She'd never witnessed two men kissing before and she had to admit it was rather exciting. She cast a casual glance at Ron. She was surprised to see his eyes open and looking almost interestedly at Harry and Snape. She couldn't help but give him a nudge with her elbow.
"Disgusted are you Ron?" She said lightly. "Doesn't look like that to me." She smirked. "Is there something you're not telling us?"
Ron looked horrified. "Yes, I am disgusted! You're just too busy drooling over them to notice me!" He stressed. "And no, I have nothing to tell you!"
Hermione laughed lightly. "Drooling am I?" She put her hand to her chin. "No, I don't think I am." She said smugly.
Meanwhile Harry and Severus finally surfaced from each other, looking pleased. They noticed Hermione teasing Ron.
"You were the one drooling, Ron." Harry's voice interrupted them.
Ron shot around to face Harry. "I wasn't! How would you know anyway, you were too preoccupied with him!" He pointed at Severus.
"Is this a touch of jealously I see, Weasley?" Severus smirked.
Ron blanched. "I don't think so." He shook his head. "Sorry, but girls are all I think about."
"Is that why you're always acting like a dunce in potions and adding the wrong ingredients?" Severus asked him.
"No!" He protested. He huffed and crossed his arms.
"Temper, temper. I thought it was Harry who had the hissy fits." Severus persisted.
"I'm not having a hissy fit." But Ron couldn't contain his smile. He couldn't believe the conversation he was having with Snape. He vaguely noticed Hermione and Harry chuckling. "What?"
"Oh Ron, it's so obvious you're jealous! If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask." He grinned at him.
Ron decided to play along; either that or the whisky was going straight to his brain. "Not with teeth like those." Harry bared his teeth at him. "Definitely not." He shook his head. Harry pouted at him.
"Aw..." His bottom lip protruded. He saw Hermione chuckling to herself. Harry jumped up from his seat and Severus and literally bounded over the table separating the couches, landing next to Hermione. She let out a little gasp as he threw his arm around her.
"Oh Harry, you feel so cold!" He gave her a sideways hug, putting his cheek to hers.
"You're just hot." He turned to her and grinned. The whisky had given him energy and he felt like he could run laps of the Quidditch pitch without stopping.
Hermione blushed. "Harry..." She relaxed into his embrace.
"Yeah, I reckon if I hadn't of chosen Severus, I would probably have picked you." He hugged her tighter. "I love you 'Mione, you know that." He saw Ron give him a funny look. "Don't worry Ron, I love you too!" He gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek before jumping up and landing this time next to Ron who flinched badly.
Harry threw his arm around him. Meanwhile, Hermione was still blushing from the kiss Harry had given her.
"Whoa, Harry... mate." Ron shifted edgily, trying to minimise their body contact unsuccessfully. He finally gave up.
"Don't worry Ron, I wont hurt you." Harry was still grinning.
"It's not that I'm worried about!" Ron exclaimed, but with an amused look on his face.
"Don't worry Ron, I've got Severus for that." Harry noticed Severus smirking. He couldn't help it; Harry knew he just had to stir Ron up a little bit more. Before Ron even had a chance to move, Harry had lent forwards and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He felt Ron go rigid, but before he could retaliate, Harry had bolted from the couch and settled himself against Severus again, looking very cheeky indeed.
"Harry!" Ron cried, wiping his face. "Yuck!"
Harry was laughing so hard that Severus actually had to hold him to keep him from falling off the couch. Hermione was giggling too. It took a few moments before Severus could actually get Harry to sit still again.
"Don't worry Sev, I still love you too." Harry lent over and kissed him full on the mouth, then climbed over him and straddled his thighs. Severus got so caught up in the kiss he completely forgot about Harry calling him Sev, in which he despised.
Hermione and Ron just raised their eyebrows at each other.
"What are we going to do with him?" Hermione asked Ron amusedly.
"Get them a room away from us!" He exasperated, but was still laughing. Ron only really then realised how much of an effect the whisky was having on him, and he was dreading the thought of having to stand up because he knew that was when it really hit you. Nevertheless, he took another sip of his drink and watched as Snape's hands moved to clench Harry's arse.
Ron got even more of a shock when he heard one of them groan into their kiss, and saw their hips moving together. This was going just a little too far for him.
"'Mione, I think they're getting a little out of hand now..." Ron said to her.
Hermione, however, was sitting transfixed. Her eyes were slightly larger than usual, and there was a definite tinge of pink in her cheeks. "What?" She asked Ron, not removing her eyes. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Earth to pervert!" He lent over and said directly into her ear. This caused Hermione to jump, just as another moan permeated the room.
"What did you call me?" She asked almost viciously.
"A pervert."
"What!" She huffed, about to speak but Ron spoke before she could.
"It's true, you're the one sitting there ogling while Harry and Snape are kissing and... doing things. I really think this may be our cue to leave, before we see way too much." He said seriously.
She looked again over to the two engaged in a passionate kiss. "Yeah... maybe it is." It was this moment that Harry and Severus raised for air, panting lightly.
"Hmm.. Severus..." Harry laid his forehead against Severus's. Suddenly his back straightened, and he looked around at Ron and Hermione with a sheepy expression. "Er... Sorry about that, I guess I kinda got a little carried away." He frowned, realising that he had got carried away and that he wouldn't be able to hide just how much so if he were to move. Harry figured Severus must have realised this too because he held him tighter.
Hermione smirked at him. "Yes Harry, so it seems. I think it may be time for Ron and I to leave; it is after all getting rather late. Are you coming or staying?" She and Ron stood up, but had to catch each other as they swayed a little. "Whoa..." Hermione lent on Ron.
Harry looked at Severus and knew his answer straightaway. "I might stay here, is that okay with you Severus?"
"I suppose." He said in that lovely deep, rich voice of his. Harry grinned at him appreciatively.
"I'd uhh.. walk you out but... " He sort of looked down at himself.
Ron suddenly understood and blushed crimson. Hermione took a little longer to register. She looked at Ron questioningly.
"What does he...?" She asked. Ron gave her a look.
"'Mione, how can you be so stupid? He means that he is in a bit of a state, that's what!" His face could compare with a tomato after saying this. He knew Hermione had realised what he meant when her face flushed too.
"Oh... I see." She chuckled, but grabbed onto Ron's shoulder to stop herself from swaying. "I think I might've had a little too much of that..." She pointed at the now empty whisky bottle. "Anyway," She began, her voice loud again. "I'll see you later Harry, Professor. Thankyou for the drinks." She gave Severus a smile, which he actually returned.
"Yeah, thankyou Professor. And I'll see you later Harry." Ron said.
"As I have said, it was no problem." Severus said politely, his hands still tightly around Harry.
"Night!" Harry cried grinning, his fangs glinting in the candlelight once again.
Hermione and Ron finally exited the door, only barley managing to walk straight while in Snape's rooms. They lent against the wall once they were outside.
"Oh Merlin, I really hope we don't run into Filch or anyone... Because I really don't think I could run right now." Hermione shut her eyes. "They're really taking this pretty seriously aren't they? I mean that thing they have for each other... it's so strange." She said, trying to hush her voice.
Ron nodded. "Yeah they are... Snape is actually quite tolerable, and I never thought I'd ever say that... not even if I had been drinking." He chuckled. "I'm just glad we got out of there before they... yuk, I don't want to even think about what they do." He visibly cringed.
"I know. But come on, we really should get a move on. Once we're back in the common room we can relax."
They linked arms to steady each other and managed to walk virtually soundlessly, aside from when Hermione actually did trip up the stairs and most likely bruised her shins. That little incident kept them both laughing all the way to the Gryffindor common room, where the Fat Lady gave them questionable looks, and soon they had sprawled themselves out on the couches still laughing.
To their surprise, there were still a couple of people up. And, unfortunately for them, it was Lavender, Pavarti and Neville.
"Where have you two been?" Neville asked them almost viciously, he still hadn't forgiven them for that incident back in their first year...
Hermione and Ron were still in fits of drunken laughter, and laughing even harder when Hermione rolled her jeans up to reveal a darkening bruise developing rapidly.
They didn't notice the other three looking at them strangely.
"Umm.. Hermione, have you and Ron been... been drinking?" Lavender asked tentatively. She'd never known Hermione to do anything of this sort, not even during the odd Gryffindor parties when someone had snuck in whisky.
Hermione looked up, tears in her eyes. "No. What gave you that impression?" She was trying her best to stop the little giggles erupting from her mouth.
Lavender looked at her curiously. "I don't believe you." She was frowning at her.
"Where's Harry? We saw him leave with the two of you hours ago." Neville asked.
Hermione stood up, swaying a little. "Wouldn't have a clue, not that it's any of your business. Anyway, I'm going to bed!" She held a hand down to Ron and hoisted him up.
"Thanks 'Mione."
They said goodnights to the Gryffindor's before Hermione led Ron back into her room. "I feel like talking before I go to sleep. You can stay in here if you like. Just don't try anything funny during the night." She smirked.
"I promise I wont!" Ron grinned. "Wait. I need to go and get my Pj's. Be right back." He raced out of the room. Hermione used this time to get changed. Around five minutes later Ron returned donning his PJ's, and jumped on Hermione's bed.
"Those three are so annoying." He complained, getting in under the covers. "Now they reckon you and me are up to something. Stupid prats. They can think what they want to think, I couldn't give a shit."
"Yeah, they can spread their rumours but I doubt anyone would care anyway. I don't." She snuggled up to Ron. "You know, I never thought that something like this happening to Harry would actually make him happy... He makes it almost seem fun, doesn't he?"
Ron considered this. "Yeah... he does. I can't say I'd fancy being a Vampire, but if he's happy... Maybe he can go and give those horrid Dursley's a fright, now that would be funny..." He grinned.
"Ron, I don't think they'd even notice the difference. Especially since Muggles don't believe in Vampires or werewolf's or banshees or anything like that. Or at least the supposed sane ones don't." Ron felt her shrug.
"Stupid gits." He muttered, pulling Hermione closer to him. "Harry's going to have a hang over for tomorrow. I just hope he doesn't stuff up his potion, I don't like the thought of being blown to pieces."
"I think he'll be alright, after all Professor Snape will be there." Hermione said reasonably. There were a few moments of silence before Ron spoke.
"If Harry had of picked you, instead of Snape, what do you think you would have said?" Ron asked her seriously.
Hermione thought for a moment. What would she have picked? "I really don't know Ron. Living forever doesn't sound all that appealing to me... Not to mention the whole initiation process." She blushed in the dark.
Ron laughed. "What about the initiation process? Wouldn't you like to shag Harry?" He nudged her with his elbow.
"No!" She shrieked, a grin on her face. "I mean, I suppose Harry's cute..."
"So it's possible then." Ron said, stirring her up.
"I didn't say that. Yes, he's good looking... but... but he's my friend. I don't think I could do that with a friend." She frowned.
"Yeah good point. I'm glad he didn't pick you anyway." Ron said.
"Why's that?" Hermione asked, a little confused.
"Because that would have meant that you and he would have been the same and I would have felt left out! I probably would have begged you to choose me... even if I didn't want to become a Vampire." He paused, but suddenly laughed. "Merlin! You know what that would mean, don't you?"
"Ahh… what Ron?"
"That you would have shagged both Harry and me!" He was having a fit of laughter.
"Oh shut up! I wouldn't have accepted it anyway. So there is no possibility of that." Ron continued laughing. Hermione, a small smile on her face, sat up and punched him in the arm.
"Ouch! That hurt!" Ron sniggered one last time, then yawned. "I think I'm going to sleep now." He pulled the blankets up around his face while Hermione lay back down. Ron immediately pulled her close to him.
"Ron..." Hermione said softy. She was hoping he wasn't getting the wrong impression.
"I know! I'm not going to try anything funny! It's like you said, I couldn't do it because you're my friend." He grumbled into the back of her head. "It's not my fault I'm cold and wanting to steal your warmth."
Hermione sighed. "Well, I guess Harry did say I was hot..." She grinned into the darkness. "Okay, goodnight." Hermione shut her eyes and accepted the arm Ron had wrapped around her.
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